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It was a muggy day. Bland, wet, cloudy. Surprisingly, not very cold, but miserable nonetheless.
She pulled herself out of bed, dredging through her morning tasks. Showering took more effort than it should’ve.
Feelings of doubt and insecurity trickled beneath her skin, the water rushing over her not doing enough to wash those feelings away.
It wouldn’t be fair to make him deal with this. But… it’s not fair for her to feel like this so often.
She arrived at his apartment an hour late. She was apologetic, and he was forgiving as always.
He had lost his voice again recently. They sat in silence for a little while, but he noticed something was off. She was withdrawn, shrinking away from his touch, refusing to meet his gaze.
“What’s wrong?”
She would hum her response, shrugging. Not even she knew why she felt like this.
Back and forth. He asked what was wrong, she shrugged or hummed her avoidant reply.
Eventually, she forced the words from her throat.
All the feelings of insecurity, her fears, her worries, it all came spilling out in a flood.
He was understanding as always. Comforted her. Reassured her. And yet… she still felt.. empty.
She went to the other room, laid down on the bed, and curled up. He found her there a few minutes later, and sat on the floor next to her, hoping to figure out what was wrong.
She couldn’t figure it out herself. And so, she gestured for him to join her on the bed. They sat in silence- for one minute or twenty, she didn’t know. Eventually she broke the silence, changing the subject away from her feelings of emptiness.
“What do you want for Christmas?”
“Nothing, honestly…”
“There has to be something!”
“I want you.”
“You technically already have me.”
“Doesn’t change that I want you for Christmas.”
She smiled and leaned in close to him; “I asked you days ago what you wanted for Christmas, there has to be somethi-“
He cut her off with a kiss.
“Mmph!”
He held her to him, deepening their kiss, rubbing the back of her neck. She softly moaned into his lips.
She softly pulled away, breathless. He followed her movement, moving to get atop her, and kissed her again. She gasped, pressing her lips into his. He trailed his mouth down her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin. She arched her back, whimpering, desperate for more of the sensation. He knew her neck was her weakness.
His voice was low and husky, barely above a whisper since he had lost it.
“ Do you want it? ”
She whined softly, nodded at him, bared her neck for him.
He kneeled over her, pulling her up before turning her around. He draped his body over her back, pressing his hard length against her.
His voice was deeper, more commanding.
“What do you feel?”
She uttered her answer, hardly above a whisper.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Your… your cock…”
He bit her neck, asking her again-
“Do you want it?”
She shivered beneath him, her voice shaky with anticipation.
“Yes, please… please, master…”
“How badly do you want it?”
“Really badly…”
He growled, pressing more-
“ How badly do you want it?”
She arched her back, practically presenting herself for him.
“Please.. please master, I need you”
“Good fucking girl”
Those words made her melt.
He sat up, roughly pulled her back against him, landing a soft spank on her ass, before pulling her leggings down, revealing her skin.
She sat up, wriggling the rest of the way out of her pants until she was nude from the waist down.
By the time she was free of her clothes, he had already stripped. He walked to the far side of the bed, facing her.
“Come here.”
She obeyed, a bratty smile on her face- she crawled closer to him, putting her head against his chest.
She whispered, playful and naughty. “Manhandle me”
She thought he wouldn’t have heard her.
She knew she was wrong when he grabbed her roughly by the hips, pulling her across the bed and settling her into a position on all fours.
She whimpered, excited, exhilarated.
He pressed his length against her again, leaning over her, nibbling her neck, whispering to her.
“ Present for me. Be a good girl. ”
She obeyed, arching her back, raising her hips, spreading her legs as she shifted her weight backwards.
He held her hips, gently this time, while he positioned himself.
He slid into her easily, quickly sheathing himself within her.
She whimpered and her body shook- it had been weeks since they last did this. The familiar, pleasurable stretch always surprised her. Always made her crave more.
He grunted softly and started moving, setting a moderate pace. She whined again, pushing her hips back against him, softly begging for more with what little breath she had.
He obliged, increasing the tempo, fucking her harder, pushing himself deeper with each thrust.
She arched, whining, moving her hips to match his pace, slamming herself back onto him, desperate to feel him deeper in her.
It didn’t take long for the pleasure to be too much. She stiffened and choked out a gasp, tightening around him. He held her for a moment, slowing his pace as she relaxed again.
She whined at him, looking back with pleading eyes. She wanted- needed - more.
Again, he obliged.
This time, he set straight into fucking her, hard, fast, deep. She squealed, the sudden extreme sensations overwhelming her momentarily. She barely stayed up on her arms, could barely keep enough air in her lungs. It was so intense. So incredible.
She was needy and wanton, desperate for him.
She looked over her shoulder at him, about to say something, but he cut her off with a soft kiss. As soon as he pulled away she whined, and murmured.
“ What did you say?”
Her voice was quiet, her body putty in his hands.
“ I… I said I’ll handle everything you give me, Master. I can take it all. Please…”
“Please what?”
“More.. please… don’t stop, please don’t stop”
He rutted into her, giving her as much as she could handle. She found his rhythm and matched it, following his hips, tightening around him in time with his thrusts.
She clenched again, her arms gave out, and she whimpered into the blankets.
Again, he held her, kissed the nape of her neck. This time, he resumed with a slow, gentle pace.
But he had awoken a desperate, primal part of her.
While her voice sounded like she was pleading, under the veneer of desperation was a demand for more.
He pretended to ignore the demand, continuing with the slower pace.
She whined playfully, enjoying the change in tempo only for a moment. A small growl left her throat, and she softly asked for more. She wanted to demand, but he was in charge here.
He noticed and again leaned close to her ear.
“Tell me what you want.”
Barely even a whisper. But he understood what she had asked.
His hand slapped against her ass, softly at first, but she demanded more. Wanted to feel it sting.
He obliged, working up to a sharper spank. She whimpered when it stung, the perfect level of pain enhancing her pleasure further.
And then he pulled out of her. She whined at the loss.
He pressed a hand against the small of her back, pushing her down against the mattress. She kept her hips angled up and lifted off the bed slightly, but he growled at her, “all the way down. Now.”
She obeyed after sliding a pillow under her pelvis, better angling herself for him.
He lay atop her, sliding into her roughly, grinding and rutting into her tight warmth. She whimpered, shaking beneath him. His movement caused friction between her and the pillow, the extra stimulation on her clit quickly sending her over the edge multiple times.
She came hard around him, her body recoiling slightly, and he slipped out of her.
He returned to stand at the edge of the bed, guiding her hips back to meet his.
He took one of her arms, then both. He held them behind her back, pressing her down into the mattress. Adding more leverage, he put one leg up on the bed, and railed into her, fast and deep. The sensations were incredible. She struggled to catch her breath, to maintain any semblance of composure.
In between her gasps for air she whined, moaned, every pleasurable noise that could escape her did.
She felt him falter in his rhythm, and he quickly came to a stop. She whined, turning to look at him. He captured her lips in a passionate, loving kiss. When they parted, she turned and smiled to herself, murmuring.
“Speak up.”
A bratty whine this time.
He spanked her for the brattiness.
She flinched.
He nipped her neck.
Softly, hardly above a whisper, she repeated what she had murmured.
“Sometimes I think I was made for you…”
“Oh? And what makes you say that?”
Before she could reply, he pulled out slightly and quickly rammed back into her.
“Well?”
She struggled to think, to speak.
“I- ah-“
“Say it.”
“I-it just- fuck- you feel so perfect.”
“Good girl”
She whimpered at his words, and he continued fucking her.
He drove her wild.
She was growing exhausted, the fire within her sated for now, but still he continued.
She was perfectly pliable, perfectly obedient and submissive for him. He had tamed her this time.
He neared his own climax, but before he could finish, he bit her neck, hard, and pulled out of her.
Despite her apparent overstimulation, she whined at the loss.
He laid on the bed next to her, stretched out like an elegant Greek statue.
She never did understand why he would hold himself back from his climax.
“Did you enjoy it?”
She nodded, a shy smile on her face. She nuzzled him, curling up against him for a moment, but pulled away. She sat up next to him, looking expectantly.
She glanced down at his body, then back to his eyes.
“Hm?”
“Can I? Please?”
“Of course”
She lowered her head and took his still hardened length into her mouth. She suckled the tip, running her tongue around the underside. She pushed herself to take as much as possible, and nearly made it to the base.
“I almost made it to the base!”
“I know. You’re such a good girl for me.”
The praise warmed her, and she continued, lavishing him with her attention until he gently pulled her away.
He pulled her close to him and kissed her, first on her lips, then down her throat. She whimpered and kissed his neck in return. He held her, comforting and warm, safe in his arms. She trailed her nails over his back, and he softly dragged his fingers over her skin, caressing her neck.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she pressed her face into the crook of his neck.
She was sleepy now.
She got cozy with him, whispered in his ear, planted a kiss on his cheek and then settled against him.
He held her close, and whispered back to her.
“I love you too”