The Beautiful Kind

Continued from the last post…

There was nothing gentle about this beating, there was no working up to hard blows. It hurt, I cried out, I whimpered. Then,

I floated away.

Acutely aware of nothing except the sounds of the leather against my bare skin and the feel of my sex swelling and hot, I wanted, needed him to shove his cock into my sex. Each blow translated in my mind as a thrust. I needed to be fucked… I wanted him to fill me with anything. I didn’t care, just fill me. Plunge his fingers in me, fuck me with scissors, I didn’t care, just fuck me.

He knows me so well. He knows how to push me over the edge. That cliff of pain, my free-fall of pleasure. Nearing orgasm from the beating, he stops. He grabs me and pulls me off of the couch. With one arm pinned behind my back, head pulled back by my hair, he forces me through my apartment and out the back door on to the fire escape. Shoving me against the cold railing, I feel the cracking paint dig into my legs and stomach like glass. “Tell the world what you are.”

I’m suddenly snapped out of my frenzied, pain-filled erotic space into the reality of looking down from the third floor stoop as cars pass on the street. “Tell the world what you are.”

“I’m a slut,” I whimper. “Please, take me inside now.”

He pulls my hair harder. “No, I want the world to see what a slut you are. I want your neighbors to know whose slut you are. TELL THEM.”

“Please, take me inside.”

“Tell them.”

“I’m your slut.”

“Louder.”

I yell, “I’M YOUR SLUT!”

Suddenly I’m inside… on my bed, tears streaming down my face, his fingers fucking me. I feel my pussy opening up… god I need to be filled. He takes a plug and shoves it deep inside my ass… yes, fill me. With three fingers moving in my sex, beckoning me, he reaches for a vibrator and starts work on my clit.

The orgasms begin shaking my body. He knows it’s his cock I need now. He turns me over on to my stomach, raises my hips, slides the vibrator inside of my sex and moves the plug in and out of me. I beg him for his cock. I cry and I plead that I’ll not be so arrogant with him. “I’m sorry Sir, please have mercy and allow me the pleasure of your cock.”

“How could I not give my beautiful subbie my cock?” With that, he removes the plug and shoves in his cock… grunting, animal-like. He knows he owns my ass, that he has ultimate say over my body. He takes what is his and I give it to him.

But I know, I know in the depths of this dark place that he will decide when to take it.