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Excitement ran through your veins along with mild arousal, as your brain formed very explicit images of what your partner could do to you when he gets home from work. Maybe he'll take you right there, hard enough the table would start wobbling, or maybe he'd have you pressed down on the rough surface with your wrists and ankles pinned, your breasts scrapping the wood while he made you beg for more.
"And what do we have here?" His question was clearly rectorial, his eyes running through your naked skin, drinking in every single detail, from your favourite collar to your laced white underwear and high socks. Each of his steps echoed around the room like bullets, getting closer and closer to you. You crossed your legs with anticipation, your back leaning more deeply onto the table. He stopped in front of you, moving his fingers to brush lightly against your cheek, running them down your neck, and slowly locking them in your dog collar, making you whimper slightly and look up, locking eyes with him. A predatory smile spread on his lips.
"Did you miss me today, sweetheart?" Your head was already shaking affirmatively before your mind even completely acknowledged his words. He chuckled slightly, his head tilting to the side. His other hand started wandering down, coming to cup your barely covered breast, you couldn't stop the moan when his thumb circled your nipple, pressing it between his fingers. You couldn't help but notice his tense shoulders, you tried arching your back, giving him a more detailed view of your body, although his smile spread, he didn't relax. He planted a kiss just above your collarbone, moving his hand from one nipple to the other, ripping a small noise from you. You felt his tongue tracing its way around you, contributing to the already growing wetness. His laugh reverberated through your bones, his lips finding a place on your neck, sucking and nipping it, knowing exactly how you liked it. You wanted to intertwine your fingers with his hair but his hand collided against yours mid-movement and firmly planted your hand on the desk, immobilising you immediately. You whined in his ear, the only answer you got was the low chuckle you knew way too well.
"I love it when I come home to my pretty little slut all dressed up and ready for me." You hummed as his thumb and forefinger pinched particularly hard on your nipple, immediately leaving it alone, your skin lighting up on fire wherever his fingers crossed, his hand coming down to rest on your knee.
His lips found yours, finally joining them together, tongues sliding against each other, as his hand started to find its way to your upper thigh and the other accommodating in your hair. He separated your mouths, gasping for breath, his hand drawing incomprehensible lines nearing more and more the place where you most wanted him. "What a pity we can't continue this."
"What?" You stuttered when he suddenly stepped back and ceased every form of contact he established.
"I have work to do." He gestured to the pile of papers resting on the same desk you perched yourself in. His arms slid around your back and momentarily lifted your weight just to put you down on your feet, giving him space to finally sit on his chair and approach the table. So that's what it was, you knew way too well the aversion he had to prolong his work hours, and you hadn't needed to enquire why, he sees gruesome and truly horrible things every day. You could sometimes see how his eyes travelled around the room with no actual purpose, eyeing nasty details visible only to him.
"But–"
"But nothing, princess, I'm busy, go lay on the bed looking all pretty for me when I finish, will you?" You whined loudly, pouting, but you did as you were told, not wanting to trouble him any further, laying on top of the blankets in a position where you could see your partner's back, writing unceasingly on a sheet of paper.
Each minute felt immensely long, giving the impression hours had passed, your core only burning more violently for every second that died. "Daddy…" Normally, using this particular word of affection would get you everything you wanted.
"Stop whining, I've already told you I'll go when I finish. Can't you be a good girl for me?" His cold tone only confirmed your suspicions further.
You couldn't help but feel somehow impotent, you wanted him to be happy, to feel calm, relaxed. You knew perfectly well he would probably spend the rest of the night working, not sparing so much as a glance in your direction while he wasn't done. However, the several possibilities of how you could disturb the latter lured you into thinking of how you could obtain what you wanted. Your mind turned and twisted the rules you established with your partner at the beginning of your relationship. The concept was simple if you break a rule, the dominant can decide whatever punishment he might see as proper at that moment. The corners of your lips curled into a wicked smile as you decided which rule you wanted to break. He would be mad, of course, but surely to be mad and punish you, he needed to give you attention.
Your stomach starts turning, and an enthusiastic feeling floods your brain. You separated your legs from one another and, slowly, you bent your legs so that the soles of your feet were flat on the mattress; this way, if your partner turned, he could see you all opened up. Your hand shook in anticipation, skimming your body until you felt your panties' tissue brushing your middle finger. The lace sembled soft on your fingertips as you pushed it slightly aside.
You begin with slow, hesitant moves; but it doesn't take long until you establish just the right speed and velocity. Your thumb found your clitoris and initiated to rub it in small, gentle circles, never stopping the back-and-forth motion with your two middle fingers. The pleasure begins to inundate your body, a weak moan escapes your lips as you feel your hand get wetter and wetter.
Not imagining it was possible, your dom's back got tenser than it already was, yet he didn't turn back and just kept writing.
A loud gasp left your lips while you moved your fingers closer and closer to your entrance.
Suddenly, the noise of the pen scrapping the paper sheet stopped.
Now you got his attention. It didn't stop you. Not in the slightest.
Your eyes lifted to the ceiling as you felt, finally, your middle finger easily slip into your pussy. For an instant, everything stopped, you allowed yourself to get used to having your finger inside you, pushing it as far as you could, it wasn't enough, you wanted – needed – more. When you were about to start moving it, a voice, cold as death, stopped you.
"Don't you dare." He said, freezing your whole body immediately. You never heard his voice quite like that, it was a new, exciting, feeling knowing you could cause him so much rage, so much pleasure, with just one small decision. These new thoughts were drowned when you saw his tall figure hovering in front of you, casting a shadow over your entire frame.
"Tell me, sweetness, do you remember the rules we set at the beginning of our relationship?" He was only murmuring, but you could hear him clearly. You opened your mouth just to find that you couldn't talk, lost in the deep madness of his eyes.
"Or is my dirty whore too dumb to remember?" Crimson red flowed to your cheeks, closing your mouth instantly. You lowered your knees to the side, rubbing your thighs on your finger, still stuck inside your pussy, you didn't dare to move it, fearing extra anger.
"Poor princess, am I embarrassing you?" You denied it quickly, not wanting to provoke him more. He stroked your nose softly in praise.
"Allow me to remind you then. Rule number 13 of our contract: you shall not touch yourself without your master's permission." He reached for your hand while speaking calmly, taking it out of you with a loud, wet noise. His head was so close to you that you could feel his hot breath hitting your face.
"Who's your master?"
"You." Suddenly, you felt your face turning completely to the side, your eyes watering and your cheek heating up with the impact of the slap he gave you.
"Look at me." His voice was low, somehow reverberating through your whole body. You did what he said, locking your tearful eyes with his predatory look.
"Who is your master, slut?" Each syllable was pronounced carefully, filled with anger and dangerous excitement.
"You, sir."
"And did I tell you you could touch yourself?"
"No, sir. I'm sorry." You let out a broken sob.
"Now you're being a good girl." He chuckled, propping himself on his knees. He grabbed your finger, still wet with your fluids, and cleaned it with a tissue. When he finished, he carefully landed your hand beside you, jumping off the bed and sitting on his chair, admiring you, pondering what he would do next. You didn't dare to move, staying exactly how he left you.
"Come here, puppy." You followed the order, hesitantly walking to him. "Undress yourself." Not daring to disobey him any further, you start moving carefully, and slowly, not doing any harsh movements. "Faster." He plucked the beginning of your high socks violently against your skin for emphasis. You quickly undressed all of your clothes, leaving the dog collar, knowing he liked seeing it on you.
"Lay on my lap."
"What?" You blurted, not quite understanding what he meant. He raised his eyebrow disapprovingly.
"Do I need to show you how to follow orders? Lay on my lap." His tone did not leave space for discussions. With some difficulty and his help, you found yourself with your belly flattened against his legs, your ass slightly raised with his right knee. His left arm pushed your body down, immobilising you. He touched your ass cheek softly, caressing it.
"Do you know what happens when you break a rule, princess?" His tone was careful, enticing, beckoning you to answer.
"I- I get punished." Your voice wavered, knowing what would happen next.
"Tell me again what rule you broke, sweetness." You rubbed your legs together, preparing yourself to answer, when you felt a strong slap to your inner thigh, you jumped forward, your breasts scraping his leg. He held his arm down with redoubled strength, locking you in place.
"Answer me."
"Rule 13." You sobbed, feeling the place where he hit you heat up. He rubbed your thigh, calming the effect.
"And what does that mean?"
"I shouldn't have touched- touched myself without your permission."
"Exactly, love. I think thirteen is quite a wonderful number, don't you think?" You wobbled your head, heart pounding with fear. "Perfect then, let's see if you don't forget this time, shall we?"
"Sir, I won't forget again, I promise." You could feel his hand circling your ass, letting you know that your ridiculous attempt at escaping punishment was successfully ignored.
"I'm going to punish you 13 times, and each time you feel it, you're going to tell me the rule you broke. I don't want to hear you whining. If you behave, I might make you feel good, after, as a treat, okay?" He tugged on your collar, attaching it to a leash. You nodded, feeling that same initial excitement puddle on your stomach.
"Good girl." The praising words were punctuated by a light slap on your left ass cheek, you knew that wasn't part of the punishment, that was far too gentle. However, in the following moment, you felt him hold your leash tighter, making your head stay in place. You knew it was coming, but it still made your mouth open in a perfect O with the impact.
Immediately, you felt your ass burn in the place you had received it. His hand hovered there, rubbing soothingly your ass, suddenly, he grabbed your cheek, squeezing it – a reminder.
"Rule 13: I shall not touch myself without my master's permission." Surprisingly, your voice sounded more calm than you felt. The next one came with a sharp pang of pain and without warning, bringing tears to your eyes and rubor to your cheeks. You repeated the sentence, this time, your voice was a mirror of your emotions.
It became a never-ending cycle: slap; pain; rule; another slap; more pain; same rule... It violently pushed you forward and your master pushed you back. Your eyes started to get blurry and your words confusing, but beneath all that, you could feel a nice sensation filling your body. You were actually liking it, you realized when another sudden pain ripped a startled moan out of you. Tears began to fall and sobs turned into moans as he slapped you even harder over and over again. You were sure your ass must have red marks all over it, but, at the moment, you couldn't care less. Heat puddled in between your legs, making you question the fragile line between pleasure and pain.
"Enjoying ourselves aren't we?" He asked, when another moan came out of you, this time louder. You flushed in embarrassment, glad he couldn't see your face from where he was. "Don't worry, just one more and we can go enjoy the rest of the punishment elsewhere more comfortably." You rubbed your legs, trying to satisfy the aching need for contact in that area. Noticing your movements, his hand started to roam lower, coming to cup your pussy with his hand. You shivered, feeling your whole body react when his skin came in contact with the sensitive area.
"Can you reach the ground with your feet, baby girl?" You nodded affirmatively, pushing yourself back so you could put your feet on the ground, lifting yourself slightly from your dom's legs. You immediately felt your legs wobble, not being able to hold your weight, you steadied yourself by grabbing the arm of the armchair and slightly separating your legs.
"Very good, baby. Just how I like it." You blush with the praise as you feel his hand gripping your pussy tighter, the heel of his hand digging into your entrance roughly. In a fraction of a second, his palm lifted, taking balance and coming back stronger with a smack. You crumbled on his lap with a sob, tears falling incessantly, his slap depriving you of any coherent thought. The only thing you could feel through the pain was his hand, rubbing your clit again, this time faster and more decisively. Your pain quickly turned to pleasure as sobs wrecked your whole body. "Come on, sweetheart. Just say the rule and I'll make you feel good." You hummed, trying to form words, your mouth way too dry and your thoughts way too diverse.
"Don't you want your daddy to make you feel good?" He rubbed harder. "I can do that if you just say the rule for me, just one more time. Or have you forgotten already?" You could feel the smirk on his face, he went back to draw small, lazy circles on your clit, not nearly enough to make you cum. You sobbed frustratingly.
"Rule- Rule…"
"Come on, baby, I'm listening." You moaned loudly as he restored his pace lightly, moving slightly faster, enticing you to answer.
"Rule 13: I- I shall not touch- touch myself without my master's- master's permission." He fastened his pace, stimulating your clit, pushing it, rubbing it. The heat between your legs grew stronger and stronger until you couldn't hold it anymore. "Daddy… I'm going-", you broke with a sob, not being able to finish it.
"Cum for me, love." The moment he pronounced the last syllable, you shattered under his hand. He kept touching you, helping you ride it off with gentle words and soft movements.
When you finally came back from the high, his hand was still clutching your pussy. You started to writhe, trying to get up.
"Easy there, sweetheart." He still held you against his legs, not allowing you to get up. He passed his fingers through your pussy, making you shiver and hold on to his leg. He took his hand out and showed it to you, there was a white liquid spread all over his fingers. You blushed when you realised what it was.
"Suck it." It wasn't a request, he forced the beginning of his fingers into your mouth, his eyes following your movements daring you to push him away. You held his wrist, carefully licking his fingertip. With that, he held on to your leash and pushed his middle fingers into your mouth fully. You gag with the sudden movement, yet you didn't do anything to push him away. Slowly, you start licking it and sucking his fingers fully, tasting yourself in it. A soft sound left his mouth when you sucked particularly hard. When you swallowed all of it, he took his hand out of you. "Good girl." He said, helping you to sit on his lap with your legs on each side of him. You hissed in pain when your butt came in contact with the rough fabric of his trousers. He chuckled, "Did I make my sweet little girl sore?"
"No, Daddy. I'm fine."
"Really?" He chuckled, amused. You nodded proudly, holding onto his shoulders. He slapped your ass again, this time slightly, but it was enough to make you moan in pain, gripping his shirt. "That's what I thought, let's give your ass a break, okay?" You pouted but nodded your head. You go to get out of his lap, but he grips the leash tightly, holding you in place.
"Where do you think you're going?" You frown at him in confusion.
"But I thought-"
"Oh, did my princess feel smart enough to think by herself?" If your cheeks weren't already marked with teardrops and scarlet flush, he would have noticed you reddening with his words. He made a small tsk sound while he stroked your jaw, feigning disappointment. "Did you think your punishment was already over?" The high of your orgasm had worn down by now, leaving you with a sense of dread in the pit of your stomach for what was still to come. Your master adjusted his grip on your leash, looking down at his bulging crotch.
"Here's the thing, darling, you behaved like a cockstarved whore and since I'm such an amazing master I'm letting you have my cock." Your eyes widened and your hands surged forward, his free hand was quick to hold your wrists.
"Uh-huh-uh, what do you say?" His disapproving tone sweeps through you.
"Thank you so much, Daddy." As soon as you uttered the first words, the rest just came flowing out. "I'm sorry for not obeying you before. I swear it won't happen again, let me prove to you I'm still your good girl." His trousers were getting too tight as you felt his hard member skim your flesh. "Please."
"Go ahead, sweetness." You exhaled happily when he let go of your wrists, directing them to his belt. With each step of the way, your need for him only grew. When his penis finally sprung out of his clothes, your hands closed around it almost as an automatic reflex. No matter how many times you saw it, you still marvelled at the sight. He was hard and veiny, his shaft fitting perfectly within your hands, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Softly, you circled it with your thumb hearing a shudder slip out of your partner's lips.
"Wouldn't you like to sit on it?" Your eyes darted to his, nodding enthusiastically. Carefully, you placed yourself on your knees, scoping impossibly close to your master, breasts bouncing with the movement. Heart beating radically, you led him to your entrance, readying yourself for the intrusion.
Inhaling deeply, you start to lower yourself delicately, when suddenly your partner slammed himself into you, knocking you on top of him with the impact. You shouted with surprise accompanied by a slow, sly moan from him. You tried getting up, but his hands locked you in place with him inside of you.
"You didn't think I would let you off that easily, did you?" You were still so overwhelmed by the fullness inside of you, you barely assimilated the words that were ushered into your ear. "You are going to sit here quietly and take my cock without complaints like the good girl I know you are, understood?"
You didn't react, making him separate your head from his chest and grab you by the collar, detaching the leash from it. He gripped you by the neck roughly, staring unforgivingly into your eyes. "Is my cock slut too stupid to even speak?" Your partner lightly slapped your face, indulging you to answer.
"No", you uttered, voice wavering with unshed tears. His eyes softened, brushing your hair away from your face carefully.
"Come on, sweetheart, make yourself comfortable and let me finish the work I have left." You could see his eyes glistening with intent; therefore, you let out a resigning sigh, unfolding your legs just to cross them behind his back, uttering a small moan at the newfound deepness inside of you. Your master's hands rubbed soft circles in your lower back, taking advantage of your position to scoop the chair in a more practical angle for him to continue writing. Your arms shifted, hugging his neck distractingly. The scrapping of the pen behind you was contributing to the overwhelming feeling taking control of you. You told yourself to breathe, inhale through the nose, and exhale through the mouth, in hopes of calming your body for just enough time for your partner to end what he needs to do. However, the pressure of his member inside of you ignited all your nerve ends, making it impossible for you to relax. His carved muscles brushing against your breasts weren't helping either.
You closed your eyes, expecting an opportunity to calm down, but denying yourself one of the five senses only heightened the other four: you could still taste his lips on yours, his pinewood smell venturing through your brain, inebriating every coherent thought, listening to his breathing while cradling his neck, gripping for some sort of anchor to the world around you. You tried matching your breaths to his, relishing in the way your bodies fit each other.
After what felt like hours, the tingly feeling on your abdomen had spread, overshadowing your entire body, solely feeling your partner's cock rubbing your belly. You couldn't handle it anymore, you needed to do something.
Slowly, you experimented with moving your hips nonchalantly in a circular motion, trying to disguise it as a readjustment of your position. Unfortunately, your efforts didn't go unnoticed. With a slap on your still sore ass, he quickly dismissed you without even batting an eye.
You waited a few seconds for the pain to pass, burying your face in the crook of his neck, earning a small firm kiss on the top of your head. "Don't interrupt me again." But the threat didn't make itself known in your foggy brain, all you could think about was your master losing his mind and savage you right there. Throwing all caution away, you clenched your core as tight as you could, feeling your partner suck in a breath immediately. Before he got the chance to do anything, you gripped his neck harder, purposefully moaning out his name while squeezing his cock once more.
Suddenly, you felt your body being thrown on top of the table, hips lifted and boobs pressed against it. He pulled completely out of you, the cool air brushing your core. You whimpered, letting out a pathetic moan. He pushed just the tip inside of you again, forcing a pitiful "please" out of you. Without any warning, he penetrated you quickly, pushing as far as he could, slapping your tight one again. A soft scream pierced through you when he started to create a back-and-forth motion, picking up the pace and leaving you with no choice but to scramble to the end of the table with your hands for minimal support. Your oversensitive nerves and tired muscles didn't take long to be overcome by your arousal. The dirty sounds of skin slapping sloppily against skin at a ruthless pace echoed around the room, along with your high-pitched moans.
He didn't slow down. Not even when your orgasm dripped down your leg. He didn't slow down. Not even when your moans were accompanied by tears and sobs. He didn't slow down. Not even when your arms gave out and he had to hold your hair with one hand to keep your head from banging the table. He didn't slow down. Not even when senseless pleas were fleeing from your lips. He didn't slow down. Not even when he turned you around to lay your back harshly against the tabletop, freeing his hand to slide down to your clit. He didn't slow down. Not even when your hoarse voice warned him of not being able to take more. He didn't slow down.
Your bodies were slicked with sweat, skin glistening under the lights. You could feel your orgasm building up again, this time almost painfully. "I can't- I can't take it." Your partner chuckled at the new plea, rubbing your clit in circles softly, the delicate touch contrasting against the ruthless banging into you. However, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, faltering slightly when he slammed into you.
"Come on my dear, just one more. Isn't this what you wanted? You begged for attention, now take it." His voice sounded slightly out of breath, but still held an authoritative connotation. The degradation lit up your nerves, the pleasure clouding your brain. You clawed his arm when his other hand came to knead your boob, working it up along with soft bites on the skin of your belly. The hand on your clit began to fasten the pace, ripping from you a new set of prayers.
Abruptly, you felt a hotspur exploding inside of you, triggering your own orgasm almost instantly. Your partner finally slowed down, helping you ride your orgasm with a few soft pumps. "Fuck, dear. I knew you could do it, you're always such a good girl for me." He muttered, voice spent with exhaustion, gathering you in his arms and carrying you to the bed. Your limp body welcomed the bed gratefully, pulling your partner down with you.
"Stay."
"I've still got work to do, my darling." He swept your hair out of your face carefully, soothing you with a forehead kiss.
"Just stay for a bit."