The Beautiful Kind

Continued from previous post…

I am his submissive, yet I know what he wants. He wants me… craves me. I know that he loves to have his tongue there in my ass, I know it arouses him. I know he wants to shove his cock inside my ass. I lay there waiting, feeling confident that it is his cock that will come next. I prepare myself for it mentally.

Waiting.

He knows. He knows me well. He knows I am his submissive. He knows it is his job to remind me of that. He knows that I’m there on the bed, wet ass in the air, expecting his cock. He knows that I’m preparing myself for it. He knows I should be punished for my assumption.

My head is suddenly yanked back, his hands clutching my long, auburn hair. Growling in my ear, “You’ll not get my cock, you don’t deserve it.” His fingers reach around and squeeze my nipples until they burn. He pushes me down on the bed and walks out of the room. I lay there ashamed of my arrogance and I wait. I dare not move.

In a few moments, he calls from the other room… “Crawl to me, slut.” I slither from my bed and onto the cool wooden floor, I crawl in to him. He sits in a straight back chair, the light from the candles shimmer on the walls. I glance up at him and can see the sternness in his face. Quickly I lower my eyes and continue crawling to him. He orders me to stop in the middle of the room. On all fours, naked I wait.

He walks over to me and takes off his belt. I hate the belt. “Look at Me.” I slowly raise my head and meet his intense gaze. “I want you to crawl to the couch and lay over the arm.”

I am relieved to know I won’t be on the floor for this beating. I appreciate that he lets me be comfortable when giving me the belt. I pull myself up on and over the arm of the couch, my erect nipples sliding over the rough material. I wait.

To be continued…