Safe, Sane, Consensual by Raven Rose (18+)

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She checked her watch as she removed it, her skin was already hypersensitive, blood rushing to the surface, and giving her goosebumps. Even the simple sense of anticipation incited a chemical reaction throughout her nervous system that almost drove her to madness. Each week, every week, at the exact same time she had a very specific appointment to be kept. Her day to day life was mundane, not boring or burdensome, but it definitely wasn't exciting, each day was just a reprint of the last.

With the exception of Sundays.

Each and every Sunday, a specific visitor would come to call. She met him through a random sort of arrangement. She wasn't even sure she understood how it came about, other than magic or happenstance. In the end, it didn't matter. She had met him, something ignited between them, and they found connection in a new, raw way they never had before.

Words and banter as seduction was a game so few play well. But the two of them talked and talked and eventually became vulnerable enough to brush across their peculiar needs. They formed an arrangement and within their first few times meeting, they realized just what sort of bond they had and instantly cherished it.

Sundays, a day of worship, a day of prayer and peace to most of the populace, she spent her time a bit differently. Most people spent their Sundays on their knees praying. Maybe they’d lay on their backs before bed and mutter a few recited prayers to appease the powers that be. Once a week, they’d enter stone chapels and sing their praises to the Lord above.

She felt like her Sundays indulged a different sort of worship. On her knees maybe, perhaps on her back. Probably a few more positions, if she were honest with herself. She definitely sang some praises when she could manage intelligible words. Oh yes, she spent her Sunday under god, as the good book intended. Albeit, her interpretation of god might be a bit divergent from mainstream beliefs.

The knock on her door had her jumping to her feet. Her hands alleviated their shaking by flattening her mini skirt as she walked to the door, taking a deep breath to ease the excitement. She tried for a relaxed smile on her face and brushed her hair back.

She opened the door wide and saw him. The smile that broke on her face was enough like the sun cresting at dawn to make one’s heart skip. Sense returned, and she realized how eager she must look, and a shy smile dropped into place. She could tell he enjoyed that though, both her authenticity and seeing her looking meek. She couldn’t complain. She enjoyed the spark in his eyes when he would look at her — starving, predatory. She wanted nothing more than for him to sink his teeth and claws into her, to be consumed by him in the primal way his eyes took her in.

He returned her smile with a very sinister grin of his own and stepped over the threshold of her home, nodding to her as he passed. She closed the door with the whisper of a click and hesitated, just watching the way he moved through space like he commanded it.

Moving towards the center of the room, he knew she would trail him eventually. They were drawn together with a near planetary magnetism. Once she showed him she was ready, he could take the time and space to inspect her in depth, just as he preferred. Once he started taking in all the little ways she gasped and flinched and sighed, all her little reactions, all because of him? Wild horses couldn’t drag him away.

When he sensed her come to a stop behind him, a couple feet away, he turned on his heel, and she gave a tiny jump of surprise. He circled her with a nebulous gaze, taking in every available centimeter of her skin, smirking at her in a hungry, approving way. She was an excellent vision of all the things he wanted and several things he wanted to despise, especially in himself. This little angel was a funhouse mirror’s reflection of all his most jagged edges. The two couldn’t seem more divergent. She was soft and small compared to the refined and mountainous barriers he’d erected, but she obliterated them with a flutter of lashes. Where his skin was thick and tough from years of rough living stumbling through hell, she was so fucking soft. There was a kindness in her touch, a gentleness with how she moved through the world despite the fact that he knew very well the ugliness she faced. She had a grace that he lacked and he deeply envied. It was a mixture of pride and possession as he looked at her. She was like watching the stars sparkle to life at twilight and wanting to jam the birth of a galaxy in a bottle. She was something that deserved to be kept.

The tip of his pink tongue poked out to brush over the center of his lower lip. The explosive hunger that came over her forced her to adjust her meek stance. Her clit pulsed within the laughable confines of her underwear, and she shuffled, rubbing her thighs together, and shifting like a kitten ready to pounce. His eyes snapped to her hips with the movement. She noticed this about him quickly. How he seemed to not just merely look, listen, or touch, he sensed with intent. He consumed the world around him like a child once left to starve. There was no drive more sinister in its origins, and nothing more she wanted to do than satiate the black hole it created… One she saw reflected in herself.

The corner of his lips curled, reveling in her aroused discomfort. The sound of his soft laughter was like a lightning strike to her limbic system. It hit in her ears first, but she felt its reverberation down to her fingertips and into the soles on her bare feet. The mere sound of his breathing in heated audio exchanges had a great effect on her, so his voice went nuclear on impact. It could be velvet, smooth, smothering, intoxicating, or it could crack like a whip, shocking her senses into over drive and sending her to her knees.

He stopped in front of her, his features back to stone as he catalogued every movement, every breath. "You look beautiful." He hummed and leaned in, “Delicious.” He put his lips to her ear and growled low and soft, “Breedable.” She shuddered and he just smiled as he stepped back to take her in again. His hand lifted like a puppeteer holding a control. She felt the invisible strings attached to those fingers tug in her belly. His finger brushed the warmth of her skin and skimmed down the center of her chest, down the valley between her breasts.

Another breath took her by surprise as his finger trailed along her collar-bone. He took another turn around her, following the lines of the dress where it met her skin with the barest brush of his fingertip. It had a v-neck bust that dipped to mid-sternum and a tight miniskirt that clung to her wide hips and fell only four inches down her thigh. The straps were thin along her shoulders and led to a very low-cut back that dipped at the curve of her lumbar spine. The soft and stretchy material hugged all available curves and didn't leave much to the imagination. It didn't matter, the idea of clothes was a pretense. He enjoyed working for his prize. She was just thrilled to be the enrichment.

"Is it comfortable?" He asked, stepping behind her.

"Yes," she replied, eyes closing, and, trembled in place as his finger traced along the back of the dress. The path of his heated touch halted at her words. She opened her eyes, cursing her foolishness when she felt him step forward and grasp the back of her neck in his thick hand. The tips of his fingers dug into her flesh and pulled a hiss from her clenched teeth. He yanked her back against his chest and his hand slid to the front of her neck. His firm palm ghosted across her hyoid bone like a threat, and he held her tightly against him. Thick fingers dug into the sides of her throat, squeezed just enough to change the air and blood flow. That glorious sensation of being so firmly held lit up her response system, sped up her heart beat, and made her instantly wet for him.

"Excuse me?" His voice was laced with displeasure, and there was a threat in his the way his thumb caressed her jaw. She had disappointed him.

"Yes, it's very comfortable," she muttered innocently. He squeezed her neck sharply in response. She gasped as a delicious heat pooled beneath his fingertips.

"You’re forgetting your manners, darlin’," he growled, holding her firm against his body.

He was just the right amount of tall so that when he slowly inclined his hand with the grip around her neck, she was forced onto her toes. This other hand of his refused to be left out of the fun, and slowly crept across her stomach, inching its way upward. His palm came to rest upon the smooth fabric over her breast, tickling against the nipple beneath. She huffed out a shaky breath, only to have it halted by the hand around her throat.

He leaned forward, pressing his mouth against her ear as he rumbled, "When you are allowed to speak, you will use 'sir.' Did you forget that, pet?” She remained silent with is hand on her throat, but he refused to loosen his grip. “Speak now, little kitten, no need to be shy."

A haggard breath came out of her lips, and it felt like she had her own electrical current with him so close. Her skin burned beneath his touch and her senses thrummed, enlivened by his presence. She nodded further into his grasp, demonstrating her trust. Her voice is strained as she speaks, "I'm sorry, sir. I haven’t forgotten our agreement."

"Hmmm." He hummed against her and his hand slowly circled a hot palm over her hardening nipple. Her eyes fluttered shut, arching to press her chest harder against his hand. "Good girl." His mouth dropped to her shoulder and nipped at the curve of her neck. He took his time, letting his tongue taste her skin, "You already taste like you need me bad, baby."

She nodded, her head tilting to the side as he brushed her hair away from the exposed skin, "Yes, sir." She sighed as his lips tore through her senses in the best and worst way. “Desperately, sir.”

His teeth sunk into her shoulder and she let out a mewl that sounded like she was begging for more. His laughter buzzed against her skin as his hand dipped beneath the flimsy fabric, taking her full breast into his grasp. He growled in response to her nipple puckering between his fingertips. "As eager as I am to sink my fingers, tongue, and dick inside your delightful little pussy, I’m gonna have to give you a little bit of firm reinforcement." He snarled playfully at the whine that came from the back of her throat. He nipped at her shoulder again, but his hands dropped away from her as he stepped back. She predictably gasped, affronted by the loss of sensation, and she swayed at the lack of his presence behind her. "Now then, be a good little slut, and bring me that chair. The one without arms, little one."

She walked to the table in a daze, thankful it was not far from where he was standing and there were no obstacles in the way. She was lucky to remember to breathe and walk at the same time with half her brain leaking out between her legs. She gripped the back of the chair with unsteady hands and dragged it to where he was waiting, positioning it just so in front of him.

He felt almost starved with need for her, like his tongue was swimming in saliva, leaving him drooling like a cartoon wolf. The main reason he sat down was simply to force himself to take a moment before he unwittingly tore all her clothes off and sunk his tongue into the source of the juices scenting the air. He took a pack of pre-rolls out of his pocket and unwrapped the cellophane, tucking the trash into his pant’s pocket. He was as observant of her as she was of him, paying careful attention to the way his fingers flipped open the cardboard and pulled a single joint from the pack, tucking it behind his ear. She had an easy patience he had to envy, she watched him with very gentle smile on her lips despite the fact that he could taste her arousal at the back of his throat.

He admired the smooth skin of her legs, curving up into thick thighs, and a lush ass he loved to clench, slap, bite, and spread. He smiled slightly at the memory of gripping each globe of her buttox in his hands as he pounded into her. Bent over the back of that same chair last week, he spread her wide and pumped into her tight little ass, the only attention her sopping wet pussy got was the occasional spank and two fingers pumping her hard. Her feet, covered in the only clothing he allowed, white frilly socks, kicked in the air, and she screamed around a pair of her soaked underwear he stuffed in her mouth.

His eyes captured the width of her hips and followed her plump stomach up to a large bust. She was soft enough that every inch of flesh he could sink his fingers in to were like little spots that were 'specially made, just for him. While positioning her, moving her and moulding her into a new passion play with every breath, there was not a single inch of her he wouldn’t claim with his fingertips. He wanted to work her like he could steal the moans from her heaving chest with only his two hands. His pants felt significantly tighter and then he finally met her eyes with a lick of his lips.

Her eyes, wide and full of a lustful wonder, stared unblinkingly, hypnotized by his mouth. He could pretend it was because she was careful and observant, similar to the very prey he intended to make her feel like. But it was because he knew much better that he saw the predator behind her wide-open, doe-eyed gaze. She could whine and whimper like the best of them, her skin bruised so beautifully, her chest would heave with labored breaths, and she might flee, or try at the very least, but she was the farthest thing from simple or weak. Once he got his hands on her, or anything of his in her, she'd roll her hips to fuck herself, claw down his back leaving scratch marks he’d have tattooed on him, or scream his name until she was hoarse. His little princess was dying to feel something stretch against the inside of her core. And when she made up her mind up about what? Forget it. She would not relent until he knew the exact cut of her teeth, until he tore the screams from her plump lips with his very tongue. It would be paltry to call whatever it was he felt at the noises he could elicit from her "pride." Whatever it was coursing though him would make Lucifer blanche.

"Come on over here, pet." He smiled and she approached his bared teeth much like a cornered animal might, but came to standing right at his knees. He opened his legs, allowing space for her and then motioned to his right leg, "Straddle my thigh darlin’, but don’t you dare sit yet."

She followed his instructions, the endearing statement left a sense of lingering menace, but it only made it that much more enticing to hear him say it. Biting her lower lip, she stood, almost completely flush against him. Her breasts were at the perfect level for him, he needed to but simply lean forward to take them between his lips.

With mountainous restraint, he kept his eyes focused on hers as she stood there, quaking with need. "Place your hand on my left shoulder. To steady yourself..."

"Yes, sir." She placed a hand on his shoulder. Her smile faded into a shiver as his right hand ghosted against the outside of her knee. He kept his eyes on hers and she didn't shy away from her arousal, not with him. She shivered beneath his touch, biting her lower lip as she gazed at him, eliciting a smile from his usually hardened exterior. His touch continued up her leg at a languorous pace and curved around the back of her thigh, snaking up to cup her backside in his large hand. She let out another ragged breath when his fingers grazed the thin material of her underwear.

He hummed another appreciative sound as his fingers splayed across the stitching of lace beneath his fingertips, but then he paused his rumble, halting immediately, his brow lowering in discernment. With less finesse, his hand moved back, curving up to her hip and gripping her at the bones to spin her around. He pressed firmly at her back to force her to bend over, and lifted the material of her dress to expose her backside. Though he aimed at being stern, he couldn’t stop his tongue from peaking out to lick his lips, eyes boring into the white lace that allowed small windows of her lovely skin to peak through. "Interesting…" He narrowed his eyes at the surprise and looked around her plush ass at her as she glanced upside down over her shoulder. His gaze went positively molten. "I didn’t buy you these. You trying to sneak these by me sweetheart?"

Her eyes widened and she dropped her stare immediately to the floor. "Yes sir, I mean, no — I mean, I didn’t sneak anything, sir." She sounded meek, maybe even contrite, but he’d seen the flash of fire in those eyes of hers before she looked away. The little brat.

He cleared his throat of the momentary amusement, intent on giving her a decent little scare to go along with the wet spot forming in her underwear. "Though you have excellent taste, I only want you to wear what I buy for you, and nothing else. Everything that graces this body of yours needs to be approved by me. I only get the best for my lovely little pet. Not everything deserves to touch this skin of yours like I do. Do you understand?"

Her breathing stuttered as he tugged her to standing and turned her back around. "Yes, sir." He nodded, giving her a small smile and pulled her tight skirt back over her hip. His fingers trailed slowly down the side seam on her underwear, following it across her leg and between her thighs as he listened to her breath hitch. Heat encompassed his hand as he cupped her mons, feeling the warmth from her core seeping into his palm. With a purring sort of exhale, he adjusted his hand, allowing a single finger to push through the lace, and into her entrance. She gasped and the hand on his shoulder gripped the material of his jacket. He shot her a darkly pleased look, watching her features bend from pleasure all because of him.

"Are you that ready for me, kitten?" The smile on his lips reminded her of the cat that caught the canary. "Good…" Her thighs quaked around the soft flex of his finger inside of her. "Very good," he growled, approving of the way she clenched around him. "But we have a little matter to resolve…" He curled his finger inside of her, "Don’t we?"

She hissed out a breath and fought the desperate urge to clamp her thighs shut around his hand, not allowing him to leave her wetness. The sensation was too good, too grounding, he could make her cum in an instant if he wanted to.

"Don't we?" He growled harshly, crooking his finger more drastically inside of her. He tugged her toward him by the pressure behind her pubic bone, forcing more sensation into that precarious little spot. She teetered forward, on the edge in so many ways. He placed his lips delicately on her sternum, looking up at her as she licked her lips.

"Yes, sir." She nodded. The dazed lust in her hooded eyes darkened their normal hue like the night consuming the sea.

He gave her a very small smile as he pulled his finger from inside of her. She groaned in distaste, her knees giving way only slightly until she found her strength though the haze of need. Seemingly disinterested, he took the finger soaked by her wetness and rolled it into his cupped palm. The joint from behind his ear was next, and he dabbed the filtered end against the wet spot in his hand, soaking it with her taste. After placing it between his teeth, his tongue flicked across the filter, sampling her. She jolted in the same instant, causing a tiny flash of fire to illuminate her gaze.

He smiled at that from around the joint, flicking the tip in a suggestive way with his tongue as he pulled out a zippo. "Give me a light, baby doll." It takes her a few tries with her shaking hands, but she gets him what he wants. Leaning back into his chair, he took a deep inhale and on the exhale, he chuckled, amused by the way she squirmed for him, incapable of being still and patient now that she knew she could unmask with him. "Very good, little pet. Now then, I think I'd like you on my lap."

"Facing you, or away, sir?" She questioned breathlessly. Stepping back under the guise of following orders, she really needed the air. The scent of sex and the joint’s sweet smoke filled her senses with a dazed buzz.

He grabbed her wrist with a grip that was vice-tight enough to demand her attention. Once she refocused, he gave her a dark smile. "Oh no, little kitten, you'll be on your stomach for this one. It's time for your penance."

Stunned, she let him move her to his side and watched him adjust in his seat, smoothing out his pants with the hand not holding the joint. He patted his thighs, smirking with a sinister tilt when she swallowed heavily. Because she showed slight hesitation, he took her wrists in his thick hands and and yanked her down and across his lap. Her stomach planted across the plane of his thighs with an oof. Her arms shot out, and to stabilize, she gripped his calf and the chair, trying to offset the momentum that had her feet lifting up off the floor, her ass now precariously vulnerable to one of his hands. As she steadied herself, she realized her breasts, with pebbling nipples barely contained by the soft dress, awaited his other. She huffed out an exhale, noticing the way his erection bulged into her soft stomach. Heat spread through her like a wildfire knowing she was the cause of his arousal, his pleasure. It made her feel more powerful than God and wetter than the ocean.

She couldn't help squirming in his lap, disoriented, excited, and desperate for his attention in any form. Spankings were one of the things they’d shown equal interest in and discussed in detail over text. She then felt his hand sliding up the back of her thigh, cupping her ass gently. The pad of his middle finger slid over her vulva and caused her to shudder. "Now, you stay still, baby doll. This isn't for your pleasure, it's for mine. This is your punishment for forgetting those pretty little manners I like so much." He finished with a dark humor in his tone as his finger strayed close to her clit. It took every ounce of control she had to keep from moaning and shaking underneath his touch. "Much better, pet. If you do as I say, I have something very special in mind for you. Can you do that, beautiful? Can you a be good girl for me?"

She bit her lip to focus through the haze of lust, and nodded, determined. "Yes, sir. I want to please you."

"That’s a very good little pet," he praised her and rubbed a soft circle on the globe of her asscheek, "and remind me, should you need me to stop, what is your safe word, kitten?" His tone leaned grave and serious despite the finger he traced along the outline of her vulva through her underwear. He delivered a sharp little tap against the swollen flesh, using pain and pleasure to remind her exactly who was in control. With the position he had her in, he’d bend backwards over razor wire for the chance to kiss the dip in her spine.

"Rojo, sir," she replied with a small smile, Spanish for red.

"And if there is any reason at all you need me to slow down?" He asked softly, almost sweetly, as his finger just barely dipped into her wetness and rubbed against her pulsing clit.

"Jaune, sir," she affirmed probably with a little too much oomph. She heaved out a heavy sigh when he pulled his hand away from her entrance.

He dragged the snug material of her skirt up the soft and sensitive skin along the back of her thighs. He bunched it at her waist and lower back, exposing her backside covered in fine lace. She heard him hiss in a tight breath at the sight, at the same time the cool air caressed her skin. Both sent a rush through her.

"Now remember, doll, this is your act of contrition." He growled again and his thick fingers sunk into the silk-soft backs of her thighs to spread them slightly. An involuntary sigh eked out his lips, dizzy with the rush of sensation her flesh brought within his grasp."I will do what I please, when I please, and you will thank me for it." He finished curtly, matching his tone with the same snap of sound that his hand made coming down sharply on the tender skin of her thigh.

She cried out at the sensations: the sharp sting of his hand against her skin, the heat that pooled in the spot left by the impact of his slap, and the searing pleasure that coursed through her veins. It was intoxicating. She let out small heaving breaths, biting her lips shut to keep in her moans. The joint’s smoke wafted into her nostrils and she lost herself in the small moment of delicious pain.

He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back, forcing an arch to her spine. Her soft stomach pressed into his bulge and he tilted her head back so she could look in his eyes. Tears pooled there, and he smirked with the joint hanging from his mouth. He used his free hand to take the joint from his lips, exhaling and watching the tiny creature in his lap squirm and groan against his strength.

"Now, now, my pretty little thing, we had an agreement." He accentuated the end of the statement with a little tug, and glared at her playfully, "This is not for you, darlin’. Have you already forgotten what will happen if you disappoint me?" He almost sounded wounded, but his countenance changed immediately and he tightened the fist in her hair.

Darker, colder, he snarled, "Darlin’ I’m going to tear every inch of pleasure from you, but only as I see fit." He inhaled on the joint and pulled her hair further, forcing a soft whine out of her panting lips as she arched against him. Her breasts pressed against he thin material of her dress, begging for freedom, and her backside curved perfectly in his vision. He smiled again in his special, sordid way, "Every breath, every scream is mine and only mine." He reprimanded her through the exhalation, smoke curling against her cheek. Leaning forward, he whispered his lips against hers, and continued his demands, "Weren’t you made to please me?"

She nodded, her lips brushing against his and wishing she could extend further to taste him, "Yes, sir. I was made to be yours."

"Good girl." He smiled with a wicked pride, and let go of her hair. She collapsed on his lap and used his legs to steady herself again. "Now, after each penance, you will thank me, won't you, baby?"

She nodded, her breathing ragged as desire curled in her belly, "Yes, sir. I'm happy to."

"Very good." He chuckled and exposed her backside again to the cool air.

In the stark silence, she tried to prepare herself for the sensation. They had played a few times before, taking their journey together with no real rush. They wanted to rush, to dive right in, of course. The pull between them made magnetism seem inferior in comparison. There was a melding of souls, minds, and desires they’d never encountered. Where so many places and people rejected them, their needs, the deepest parts of them that needed the pain in order to feel the love, they found acceptance in each other. So much was new. The anticipation, the thrill of trust, the heat, the pain of his hand on her skin. He couldn’t believe it, but he would never forget how thankful he was to be hers. She hardly understood it, but nothing felt as right as being his. There was nothing that could truly compare to belonging totally and utterly to each other.

Another slap resounded and she let out a whine. "Thank you, sir," she added quickly, breathily.

"Oh, I do like that sound, darlin’." He whipped his hand against her again and she yelped with a smile on her face.

"Thank you, sir," she supplied again, throaty from the moan she held back, trying to refrain from squirming in his lap.

"You like pleasing me, don't you, little one?" Another slap against the other cheek.

She bit her lip, the intensity of his voice like a warm bath, coating her skin in a layer of unadulterated ardor. "Yes, sir. What pleases you, pleases me." She smiled, her eyes closed as he rumbled through an approving chuckle.

"Oh, very good pup." He took another inhale, exhaling the hot smoke along the bare skin of her lower back and ass, causing her to shiver. "You are so very reactive." Another slap resounded and she let out a tiny scream, but still thanked him. He chuckled again, rubbing his hand along the red spots now marring the backs of her delicious thighs, "I'm going to have to teach you some restraint."

"Yes sir, please train me to be yours." She muttered in a quavering voice that tried to seem strong.

"I’ll devote a lifetime to just that. You’ll be my perfect little fuck doll, won’t you?" He chuckled again and spanked her a little harder, eliciting a whine that seemed to roll through him. It pleased him to no end.

"As will I, sir," she replied with a choked tone that came out a little too honest. He gripped one of her ass cheeks in his hands, kneading the skin as if he owned it and it pulled her back into the moment with him.

"That’s the Magic of us, dollface." He spanked her backside again and she shuddered against him. "Alright baby girl, if you can get through two more without squirming in my lap, I think you may just deserve a reward."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," she muttered between bated breaths, biting her lip in an attempt to steel her control.

In quick succession he slapped her ass three more times. By the time he was done, his own heavy breathing outpaced hers and he was pleased with the marks he left on her delicate skin.

She let out a tiny squeak and crumbled into a shaking mess, heaving breaths making her dress slip further over the curve of her breast. "Thank you, sir. I'm sorry, sir." She added a little hesitantly, with a soft but quavering tone.

He slapped her ass again and she shook against him, rubbing her thighs together. His hand traveled up her spine and his fingers dug into her skin, kneading the tense muscles. She keened beneath his touch and it was the closest second-hand bliss ever came to heaven. "Why are you apologizing, pet? Do you think I am displeased?"

She hung her head as his fingertips tapped along the bones of her spine as if he were playing an aria. "I'm sorry, sir, I made a noise when you specifically requested I show restraint."

The contrition was authentic, if laced with bitterness over the loss of promised pleasure. Amused, his hand traveled further up her spine to gently stroke the back of her head, fingers diving into her soft hair. He couldn’t help the pulse of affection that coursed through him. "One step at a time, darlin’. We’re not done training you, yet. You didn’t squirm during those three. So, I really think you deserve some lenience for that."

"Oh, oh, thank you, sir." She exhaled breathily and sounded truly relieved, pressing her head back into the fingers in her hair.

"Hmmm," he hummed, so very pleased at the affectionate little gesture of trust she demonstrated, leaning directly into his touch. His hand dragged slowly down her spine and over her backside. Tugging at her underwear exposed each cheek fully, he pulled the material taught enough it slipped between the slick lips of her vulva.

She couldn’t stop the high whining moan that came out between her clenched teeth. She did try to muffle it in his thigh though.

The deviant laughter that formed deep in his gut ended with a soft growl as he spoke, "Oh very good, darlin’ I love that sound." He stuck the joint between his lips whilst his other hand traveled down to lightly slap her cunt. She yelped, bucking her hips involuntarily and he had to shake his head to rid him of the hearts in his eyes. He pulled tighter on the underwear straining between her lips, applying a twisted pressure to her clit and her thighs started to shake. He let go of the material, chuckling as she sighed shakily against him, a brief respite from his attentions. "Go on, pet! Scream for me," he growled around the joint and then slapped her backside four more glorious times with a smile.

She didn't even have to try to appease him when he spanked her without restraint or hesitation. Each one pulled a scream from her throat. He pressed his hot hand against her mons, rubbing the engorged flesh with a rough pressure. With a wail, she squirmed further against him, begging for his touch with the movement of her hips.

He slipped the pad of his thumb between her slick folds, sliding the underwear out of the way. He stopped at a single knuckle but it was enough for her to clench down on him. "You're so fuckin' tight," he hummed, amused, and carefully traced his thumb from her opening, up to her clit. He pressed down on the bundle of nerves and circled, causing her body to jump and shudder each time the pressure shifted. He spanked her again and she quivered. He pressed back against her clit, eliciting an indelicate moan from her lips. "Would you like me to make you come, my pet?"

Her thighs shook with the effort to hold herself back. "Yes sir, if it pleases you sir," she replied hoarsely.

"Stand," he commanded curtly, and she followed his orders, scrambling to her feet before him. Her excitement coated her inner thighs, and she couldn’t stop shaking from the look he was giving her. It was as if he'd devour her.

He stood gracefully, the joint back in his lips for one more puff before he approached, taking it from his and placing it between hers. "Have a little and put it in the ash tray, baby doll." She took a deep breath, walking over to the table near her kitchen, where she stubbed out the cherry.

She turned around and he was right there, looking down at her, eyes nearly aglow with want. He slid his hand into the hair at the base of her skull, curling his fist in the strands and tilting her backwards to the point her knees almost buckled. She gasped at the sting of pain on her scalp and the way it flooded her body with sensation, leaving her with a simple blissed out smile. He returned the smile in a darker way, pulling her mouth to his and forcing his tongue deep, to taste every available inch of her desire. She moaned against him, and he wrapped his thick fingers around her throat merely to demonstrate his strength, smiling against her mouth as she moaned.

"Would you like me to fuck you?" He growled against her cheek and she could only nod with his entire body stiff and hot against her. He tilted her back again, a harsher pull this time, and slapped her across the face, not nearly hard enough to leave a mark, but just enough of a sting to bring her back to attention, "Say it, pet. ‘Daddy, I want you to fuck me.’”

A choked sob came out of her, she nodded, and begged, "Please Daddy, I want you to fill my holes.”

He grinned and placed his hand gently upon her cheek, his thumb caressed the tender skin before he smiled at her. "I knew you were made for me." He leaned in and nipped at her lower lip before kissing her ravenously. There was enough force to the kiss he backed her up with long strides that had her stumbling against him, only kept upright and balanced by the hold he had on her hair. She gasped against his lips, his mouth absolutely scalding as he consumed her wholly. Her ass ran into the kitchen table and before she had an opportunity to adjust her footing. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her to sit on top, pushing her legs apart and stepping himself between them.

"Undo my belt, right fucking now," he demanded. She ardently obeyed as his mouth descended on hers once more, controlling every breath, every turn of her head. She did all she could to feed his insatiable hunger. When his pants were gaping and his erection was struggling against his boxers, she reached out to touch him, but he pushed her backwards, forcing her to put her hands out behind her, to ensure that she wouldn't slam against the table.

"Lay down on your back and let your head dangle over the edge of the table," he demanded.

As he walked around to the head of the table she watched him watch her crawl over to position herself. She was practically vibrating with excitement and a hunger of her own. The urge to appease him, to taste him was overwhelming her. She obeyed his instructions, her vision inverting as she watched him approach, spreading her limbs across the table. "Plant your feet a few inches below that gorgeous ass of yours and open up them pretty thighs for me."

"Yes, sir." She replied in a whine and obeyed with her thighs shaking.

"That’s my good girl." He loomed above her and then caressed her face, his hands drawing her hair out from under her, so it cascaded down below her head, the length almost close enough to brush against the floor. He reached out and pushed aside the soft material of her dress exposing her breasts, pulling her nipples between his fingertips, and pinching them firmly, causing her to groan.

"May I touch you, sir?" She whispered, her hands kneaded the air at her sides, eager to wrap themselves around his length, but not daring to without his permission.

Her need always amused him. He thought he felt desperate in the way his cock longed to be lodged deep in her throat, cunt, and ass. The way she stared at his bulge though, it was enough to convince him she might want it even worse than him. Her body diverted his attention, and the way her tits heaved with dark nipples perfectly puckered and gorgeous, made the corners of his vision blacken with lust. Whenever he thought she couldn't turn him on more, he was wrong. The laugh that came from his lips was a bit too sinister. He wanted to see her beg some more. "No, you may not." She pouted and he spanked her breast. The sting of it against her nipple caused her to arch her back off the table with a groan. His other hand found her other breast and began to knead it in his harsh grip. "Pet? I have a wager for you."

"Yes, sir?" She whimpered. Her eyes fluttered open, hooded as she looked up at him, through the frame of his thick arms. His large hands massaged her breasts, without the preamble of affection, only asserting further ownership of her body and it felt amazing.

One hand dropped to the waistband of his boxer briefs and he adjusted, pulling out the length of his thick cock and positioning himself at her mouth. "I'm going to fuck your mouth as hard as I want, do you understand?"

She licked her lips as her gaze flicked towards his erection. "Yes sir," her response was throaty.

"I'm also going to fuck you with my hand, darlin'. Now, whoever comes first will be required to finish the other one off, however the winner so chooses." He smiled down at her, watching her body roll as his voice raked over her. She ginned back at him with lust, appreciation, admiration, and trust for her owner. She licked her lips and nodded.

"Yes, sir." She smiled wide and opened her mouth to him with an eager little mewl.

He leaned forward with grit teeth, sliding his length into the soft confines of her hot, little mouth. He groaned, placing one hand on her chest, to grip her breast and pinch the nipple as he pressed in further, seating himself in her throat. She tensed for a moment and then relaxed, swallowing around the shaft and making his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Like a demon possessed him, he rolled his hips against her face, thrusting into her mouth. The tip of his cock slid into the depths of her throat and the muscles tensed around him. Reaching down, he circled her clit before forcing two of his thick fingers into her eager opening. Slick and hot, he curved the digits inside her and pressed firmly into the bundle of nerves at the front of her canal. She let out a loud moan that vibrated along his cock and a bone deep shudder overtook him.

He pumped his hips in concert with his fingers, listening to the slick reception of his cock in her mouth. The moans he tore from her were a choked symphony. Her thighs quivered around his hand and she curved her hips upward to welcome more of him. If he wasn’t pumping his fingers deep, he alternated between slapping and rubbing the plump lips of her vulva, and squeezing her clit between them. He pushed her closer and closer to her end while his hips snapped against her, eliciting a gurgling sort of pleasured wail that echoed along the length of his cock and up his spine. Her mouth was so perfect around him, he was having trouble thinking, trouble controlling the pace. He thought he’d be able to handle this but he wanted to fuck her through the table. He groaned and grit his teeth, tilting his head back for a moment. He allowed himself a tiny belligerent moment of unadulterated pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull before snapping back and refocusing. He took three fingers and jammed them inside of her cunt so roughly she shook violently against his hand. With a smile, he curled the digits, pulling her hips up off the table. He fucked into her as ruthlessly as his hips thrusted into her mouth.

She hummed out a high pitched moan along his cock. His smile stretched and became nearly deranged, recognizing the sound. With an almost pained grunted scream, her thighs clamped shut around him, and her other hand grabbed at the forearm responsible for the fingers assaulting her. He felt it then, the rush of her heat, her vaginal walls pulsing around his fingers, and he made sure to fuck into her nice and hard. When he knew she was nearly at her peak, he pressed his hips all the way forward, lodging his cock in her throat, deep enough her whole body arced when she gagged. She gurgled another scream of something that might have been his name, and came like an eruption. She squirted  around his fingers and this was their first time together and her first time ever. He practically shouted with glee, fucking her harder through it and making an absolute mess. He couldn’t give a fuck with her there like that, throat impaled, screaming, cunt three fingers wide, and having the holy grail of orgasms. He’d build her twenty tables. He pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet sort of slurp and she yelled his name as she came some more, the world around the both of them seeming to shatter for just a moment while his hand ravaged her. She laid on the table, writhing underneath his ministrations. She moaned again and again, watching him smile down at her in adoration.

"That’s my baby! That’s my good girl!” He praised her effusively, “You are so fucking gorgeous when you come."

"Thank you, sir," she replied shakily and he stroked her hair gently. She smiled when she felt his fingertips grip at the roots before tugging her into a sitting position.

"Now pet, it's time for you to fuck me." He kicked off the pants that fell around his ankles and pulled her from the table by her hair. He guided her back towards the chair still sitting in the middle of the room. "Strip, now," he commanded. She obeyed with wide eager eyes, removing her clothing in two simple movements, dropping her underwear and dress in one fell swoop. He yanked off his jacket and tossed it to the table and pulled his shirt over his head. He stalked towards the naked beauty before him, watching him eagerly, shaking in front of him and yearning for his force. He grabbed her arm and pulled her along, until he got to the chair.

He sat down and pulled her towards him, gripping her hips so his nails dug into her skin. She gasped at the bite of sensation. He grinned a bit mischievously as he positioned her, forcing her to straddle him before he tugged her down sharply, impaling her upon his rigid erection. She let out a tiny scream at that, wiggling agonizingly on top of him. It pulled a low growl from his chest. She got adjusted and comfortable, and dared to move her hips ever so gently to savor the sensation of him stretching her wide.

"Make yourself come for me darlin’, don’t hold nothing back." He smiled, fisting a hand in her hair. "Move for me, only me," he demanded and spanked her ass to get her goving.

She nodded with her eyes full of a shining wonder. "May I kiss you, sir?"

He smiled back at her, perhaps something shinning in his own gaze. "Yes, pet. Prove to me just how only my mouth, my cock, can tear you apart. Make yourself fall to pieces around me."

Dazed, amused, she leaned in, pressing her mouth to his in an adoring kiss. "Yes sir," she whispered with a sentiment they both felt deep in their gut. She moaned, and began rolling her hips. He groaned through grit teeth, watching her body move on top of him with a grace reserved for water, wind, clouds, the cosmos.

Holding her hips, his nails dug into her ass as he helped her fuck herself atop his length. "You’re so beautiful like this."

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. "You were made for it, weren’t you?"

The slap of skin against skin punctuated every one of her cute little yelps. "Made to milk my cock? Such a little cumslut.” A high pitch wail escaped her lips. “You do nothing but cum and cum and cum,” he punctuated each word with a thrust and increased their speed, “You can’t help it baby, you’re little cunt was made to to be filled with my cum, until you’re nothing but a mindless little whore. My mindless little whore, ain’t that right?"

She came again with mewling screams and haggard breaths, but she did not stop. He reveled in her, breasts bouncing, hips rolling, eyes screwed shut tight with her hands linked around his neck to hold herself up. She used him perfectly, completely. He smiled, grunting his own pleasure as he tilted his hips and she let out an unhindered moan. In only a few more moments she was shaking around him again, gripping him for dear life and sinking her teeth into his shoulder as she clamped down around him, pushing herself over the edge with another more vicious orgasm.

He smiled as her thighs trembled on his lap, but he did not let her rest. He stood up, gripping her ass and carried her back to the table where he sat her down once more. He laid over her, pressing her body against the wood and thrust into her slowly, arduously, pulling a deep moan from her tortured lips before he wrenched himself from her, accompanied by her displeased groan.

She growled at the thrashing sense of loss and then his mouth and hands were on her. She rolled beneath the attentions of his lips on her neck and collar bones, trailing down her chest. He paused at her breasts, lavishing them sloppily before biting a nipple between his canines. She cried out and her thighs clamped around his waist. He growled and simply bit her again, removing the hands in his hair and pinning them to her sides. Her back arched, pressing her chest up to meet his lips, his tongue emerging to slather the reddened nipples, throbbing from his attentions. Keeping his grip on her wrists, his mouth licked a trail down her body. He forced her thighs down and open and stretched her arms to their limits, arching her back again, while his teeth nipped at her inner thighs.

She let out a shuddering breath as his mouth fell upon the pulsing skin of her vulva. Reddened, overused and overstimulated, dying for just one more sensation. He was all ardent passion, consuming her taste and her scent with fervor. He used his shoulders and elbows to keep her thighs spread and held her wrists in place with his large hands. She cried out again when he focused on her clit, suckling it and biting it in the way that he knew reduced her to a blathering fool. He did not stop his attentions, did not sway in his desire to devour her, despite her shaking limbs and hips that half-heartedly fought his onslaught.

Finally, he released her wrists and she greedily dove her fingers into his illustrious hair. He moved, placing her thighs on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her legs to hold her in place, to keep her hips from rolling as his mouth continued to squander away her pent up need. She cried out again, almost in pain from the power of the orgasm that thrashed through her so completely. He did not relent, allowing his mouth to languorously lap about her pulsating skin. Her body arced against his tongue, hips shuddering almost violently. She collapsed on the table in a puddle of satisfaction and she slowly began to breathe less raggedly.

He stood again and let her legs fall down his arms. He grasped her thighs with his hands and forced her legs around his hips. Pressing his fingers against her clit, he circled and catalogued the way she shook with a muted sort of wine, the way her face contorted in pleasured agony. He pushed himself into her and her eyes shot open wide as she let out a high, keening wail. Her thighs shook as he began to move, slowly at first. He hummed in pleasure and amusement, remaining upright, grinning down at her almost evilly as the evidence of her other recent orgasm glistened on his lips. He continued to pump inside of her as she rolled against him, begging, pleading for more of him. With his spare hand, he pinched her clit and she shuddered, yelping and twisting involuntarily, as her nervous system took control and attempted to get away from the overwhelming feeling.

He leaned down to pin her in place, and dissuade her body’s attempts to flee from pleasure, continuing his pace. He took her wrists, pinning them above her head this time. Her arms were left elongated just enough to cause tension in her shoulders that made her shiver beneath him, gasping along with his thrusts. He pressed his forehead against hers and she slowly blinked her eyes open, looking into the dark pools staring back at her, that wanted nothing more than her utter and complete ruination.

"Get a taste of yourself, darlin’," he rasped. She surged upwards, as much as she could with his grip on her wrists, and kissed him as fervently as possible. He groaned at the way she squeezed the length of him and slammed himself inside of her. He forced himself to rip away from the kiss, his body arching against hers in divine torment. His eyes fluttered at the strength of her orgasm, milking him from within. He finally glared back down at her, a pleased snarl on his lips as his other hand reached out and gripped her neck.

"One more baby girl, just for me," he growled and fucked into her even harder.

"Yes, sir," she whimpered and he released her hands.

One of them moved down to rub her engorged clitoris as he pounded into her. The other gripped the arm that was holding her in place, her nails digging into the skin there. He hissed at the sensation and growled almost furiously as his other hand went to her breast, teasing her nipple. She cried out again and screamed his name while he groaned. The orgasm rippled along his length, intent on milking him dry. He couldn’t stop, he pushed himself deeper and harder inside of her. Bent forward, his hand still around her neck, he kissed her mercilessly. His pace forced another orgasm and she cried out, he leaned in, swallowing her pleasure and torment. Her moans rippled down his own spine and his own orgasm surprised him, he growled and it echoed in her chest. He gave one last rough, hard thrust, seated his cock deep within her, and held her in place as she shook around him. She keened as he emptied himself inside of her, adorably pleased at being filled with his cum.

Once settled and sated, he pulled out of her with a groan. He helped her stand and walked her to the couch where she collapsed in a heap of tangled hair and bruising skin. He chuckled slightly, walking into her bathroom to grab a washcloth while she sprawled on the couch, eyes closed, and breathing heavily with a huge smile on her face. When he returned he grabbed his pack of pre-rolls on the way. He lit two joints and handed one to her.

After he sat down, he shifted her onto his lap. He cleaned them both up as she leaned her head against his, smoking her joint. His fingertips dragged along her thigh, more massaging the muscles than purely groping her. He exhaled a lung full of smoke, and looked down at her snuggled into him with a blissful little smile on her face. They’d finish their joints and then he’d take her into the shower where he started to truly lavish her with the attention and aftercare she deserved.

He only then noticed the free hand she wasn’t using to smoke was combing through his hair and gently massaging his neck. He sighed, feeling at peace as the THC combined beautifully with the euphoric nature of their joined bliss. He smirked and kissed her cheek tenderly. "I'm thinking next week we'll start in the woods out back."

She didn't look at him, she just inhaled on the joint, a pleased smile stretching her lips as she exhaled and watched the smoke rise to the ceiling. She sang softly, eagerly, "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf —"

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