She will wait.

She stands in front of me, wanting approval so badly. I unlock the leather cuffs which hold her hands to her thighs. She has been such a good girl, sitting in her chair and waiting. She has been rocking against the chair, her thighs pressed together. I have caught her, but I do not command her to stop. I find it endearing how she arches against the fabric of her panties, trying to get some relief.

But now she is standing and her hands are free. But she is a good girl, and they have ceased to move towards her cunt.

"Pull down your underwear."

She nods, reading up and pulling them down and off, looking up with hopeful eyes.

"No. I didn't say take them off, I said pull them down. To your knees."

I sit in a chair, legs crossed, the side of the tip a middle finger between my lips most of the time, a glass of wine in the other hand, resting on the arm of the chair. When I open my mouth, my tongue rests against that part of my finger.

I watch her put them back on awkwardly, watching at they momentarily catch in her heel. She is trying so hard, and it is endearing. But endearing is not enough.

They are quickly around her ankles, calves, knees. And then she waits.

"Come."

She walks forward awkwardly, trying to keep the panties in place, her feet never more than a foot from each other. She stands before me. I place the glass to the side with a soft tick.

One hand holds her hip as the other hand finds her cunt. Wet. She opens her mouth as my index and middle finger begin to rub her slicked clit, swollen and bulging and begging for attention. I stare up at her, watching her face change and stretch and display every sense of ache. I pinch her clit softly and then hard, slowly and then quick. Every movement I make is reflected in the contorts of her mouth and then tensing of her jaw.

"Do you know the rule?"

She nods. This is not the first time I have done this today. She knows that I will rub her clit, I will finger her sweet cunt, I will slide my fingers into her ass, I will tease her nipples, I will let her pump against my hand, I will make her fuck herself until she is ready to cum and then I will stop. She knows she will wait one hour. She will wait from a chair in the corner.

I stand, my fingers remaining on her clit. I move closer, my other hand lifting her chin, my lips so close to hers that I can see her trying to open her mouth to take in my tongue, my breath, anything. I let mine graze hers and hear the tiniest of squeaks.

"You're being such a good girl." her breath catches. "Do you know how proud I am of you?" Her lips pique slightly into what is almost a smile.

My fingers slide down and three delve into her cunt. I hear her groan and feel her push forward. My hand is soaked as she demands more with her hips. I begin to pump inside of her. She opens her legs more, pushing against me.

"You haven't come in hours... and you are so, so close...." She nods slightly, a noise just barely above a whimper breaking through her lips.

I slowly walk behind her, pressing my body against hers. I pump harder, my hips pushing against her ass, pushing her into my fingers, helping her fuck harder, demanding she fuck harder. I curl my fingers inside of her, stroking everything inside of her.

Her legs open slightly more, her voice getting more brazen in its whimpering.

I pull my fingers from her sopping cunt and I feel her almost fall as she continues to fuck hopefully. A finger slides slowly into her ass and she freezes, her mouth opening to moan.

"Put your fingers inside your cunt, baby."

She nods, her own hand diving into her pussy. She fucks herself with abandon as I take her ass. Two fingers find her mouth and she begins to suck. She is now filled. Her moans and whimpers are dampened by my hand in her mouth, the tips of my fingers grazing her throat.

"Fuck hard, baby, you're a big girl."

She nods, crying out a little louder as a second finger pushes into her tight ass. Her hips push hard back, and it takes all of my force to brace her, allowing her just enough movement to make sure that I am deep inside of her ass and that her cunt is being filled with her own hand.

"You're such a big girl, aren't you?"

She nods, a broken "mmhmm" struggling to come out. She wants to cum. I can feel her tensing. I can feel the muscles which press against me straining so familiarly.

"And you know what a big girl has?"

She pumps faster, and I can just imagine how tight her pussy is on her fingers.

"A big girl has patience." I pull my fingers from her ass and mouth and her hand instinctively drops from her pussy. Juices are not dripping but running down her inner thighs.

A hand goes to her lower back as I lead her back to her chair and re-tie her hands, close enough to her clit to just barely graze, but not to fully stroke.

The clock is turned back to 60 minutes and she fights tears as I kiss her softly on the lips and return to my work.

Daddy says Goodnight

When I think of you and I can't be near you, I generally have the same fantasy. I know it's silly, and I wish it were something grander with bruises and tears, but I guess I'm far more banal than I seem sometimes.

I picture laying on my side. I'm naked, dozing off to sleep, hands perched underneath my head, half here and half already gone. I feel you slide behind me. In my languid state I curl back against you. I like being overwhelmed by your body.

Your movements are slow and soft, approaching a tenderness that I cannot fully appreciate while I am half asleep. Your hands trail my sides, making me react just slightly, shifting towards you, tickled just slightly by the rough tips of your fingers. Your chin, your nose is tickled by my hair, splayed out on the pillow.

Your softness, though, is momentary. One hand clamps over my mouth while the other digs between my legs. I try and breathe in, to gasp heartily at the startle but I find only the choking clamp of your fingers closed over my lips. I fight, my body pulling away from yours but my hip is held in place by your elbow and I have no where to go.

Your long fingers bury themselves into my cunt, which is just barely damp. I cry out into your hand, aching, feeling you stretch my cunt violently. You don't fuck me yet, simply hold your fingers there, letting them curl inside me. I fight, feeling a few tears breaking forward and running down into your hand. Even though I know it's you, I can still feel my softest flesh breaking. Both my tears and my blood are yours, and all I can do is hope that you can take pleasure from them.

Slowly my body adjusts, and instead of fighting you I begin fucking you back. I arch into the fingers as my cunt gets wetter and they begin to slide in and out, slicked with my cum. The pain from before now makes my cunt all the more sensitive. His thumb finds my clit and I push back against him.

My hand reaching back around to pull him closer. I reach to squeeze his hip but my fingers slip and simply grab onto the fabric of his shirt, simply inching it from the waistband of his trousers. I want to feel him. I press my lips into his hand, which is still tight on my mouth. I kiss, even as I struggle to breathe against his thick fingers. I want the taste of his fingers on my lips just as I want the ache of his fingers inside my cunt.

And they do ache. As he pushes in a third and then a fourth thick finger I struggle to keep composure. I cry out as my cunt hurts and wants more all at the same time. I will be so tender, so sore. His fingers are unrelenting and I whimper in full voice as I begin to hurt all over again. He wants me to hurt and I want to give him this hurt. He pulls the fourth finger out and I am so tender that the pleasure it creates is explosive. I am trembling.

His lips find my ear as he feels me about to cum. My pussy tightens and I struggle to speak, to beg to cum against his hand. His fingers relax as I choke out "please." I feel his breath on my ear as he whispers "cum, baby," a lilting drawl he tries so hard to hide coming through. He tries to hard to mask his roots, even in these moments, even though I love the sound of his voice, even as it betrays his cosmopolitan exterior.

I finally cum, shaking, dripping, and finally breathing. I curl against him as he pulls out his fingers, cloaked in my juices. He puts them into my mouth and I obediently suck and lick them clean, thanking him with my tongue. I breath deeply, slowly, letting the feeling of his breath guide me. My eyes remain closed.

I feel him pull back and I startle a little, trying to move towards him, trying to rectify the loss which was so instantly created. I hear him unzip his pants and pull out his cock and before I can open my mouth to say something, anything at all, he pushes me down and thrusts his swollen cock into my cunt.

I am so sensitive it feels like I am being torn apart from the inside. After his fingers, after cumming so hard for him, every nerve is tight and already tingling. I am writhing, over stimulated and too sensitive to feel anything more than overwhelmed. My eyes tighten and all I see are the flashes of light from my brain begging me to relax. I want to cry. There is too much happening to process, and I feel out of control of my body. There is tingling, there is trembling, there is tightening and all of it feels completely out of control.

I open my mouth and cry out into the pillow, begging him to stop. His hand is on my shoulder, his forearm over the blades, and his cock is pounding me. He is thick and rough inside me. My cunt is still dripping, still tensing. I can feel myself pump around him involuntarily. I have no control over the way my pussy tightens and quivers around his cock. I feel the weight of his chest as he strains. I feel the shudder of his groans.

His fingers squeeze so tightly on my shoulder I can practically see the purple welts begin to form. He strains, arching up and groaning louder. I still tremble underneath him, and I wonder if I am losing consciousness as the energy drains. Every time my body quakes, I feel less and less alive. The over-stimulation has made me at  best docile. He fucks me harder as the tensing in my cunt is slowly becoming less and less forceful - an echo of a fucking. I try and push back against him but I am so drained all I can do is receive his cock and then his cum. He holds my neck down as he thrusts on more time, draining wave after wave of hot cum into my cunt, which now whispers out the slightest of pulses.

He pulls out, zipping his pants up again and kisses my earlobe. "Sleep, baby." I have not the will, nor the energy to do anything more.

The girl has earned a gift

I sit on his lap, legs together, pretty heels with a peep toe pointed forward. A pretty floral skirt floats over my thighs and drape over his lap. My hands, perfect pink nails aching to scratch on my knees. I am perched with my back arched, excited boring on giddy.
His hands rest on my hips, softly, tentatively. His legs are together underneath me, perfectly still when I want to tremble. I feel his body press against me. I feel myself grow wet.
"Are you excited, baby?" I nod, my head bobbing slowly. I can feel his smile as his chest lifts and relaxes at the same time. His smile makes me feel held while his hands stay relaxed on my hips.
I have been waiting for this, and it's not often that I get to cross things off my list of experiences, especially anymore. There are so few things I haven't done that I want. This is one of them. And now it is mine.
"Tell her what to do, honey." He whispers, his breath soft against my shoulder and neck.
"Get on all fours." The girl in front of me, dark hair pulled back but cascading. She wavers and I can tell. I can see the breath hold in her chest. She sees the corners of my mouth move to command her again, something that should not happen, and practically collapses onto the floor. She gets on all fours and looks up, staring, excited, nervous.
There is one mission today. One moment that all of this is for. I will cum. I will cum in the way that I want.
"From here on out you will not speak, you will bark. One for yes. Two for no. Understood?"
She opens her mouth and pauses, and then smiles. She barks once. His hands squeeze my hips and I begin to grind on his lap. He is my Daddy and it is my job to get him hard.
"Good girl." I smile at her and wink. She knows she must be a good girl for me. She will try hard. She must be up to task. "I want you to stand take off your clothes." She nods and begins to rise. "Slowly. Give him something to watch."
I slide off his lap and stand in front of him. I smile, my Daddy's eyes not leaving mine as she blurs behind me. I kneel before him, opening his legs. I slowly open his beautiful black leather belt, feeling the softness of the leather, the perfect coldness of the buckle in my hands. He smiles at me, his hand propping up his head. I love his smirk.
I pull down his zipper, my eyes going to his mouth, his chest, and then his zipper. I open his pants, and I can feel his hand softly on the back of my head. I look up at him, and I can't help but smile at him. His warm eyes tucked behind glasses, his soft hair perched behind his ear, his cruel and beautiful smirk all make my heart leap.
I pull out his cock and lower my mouth on it, his hand guiding me down. I lower my mouth until my nose rests against his pelvis and I can go no further. I hear him release a breath, his fingers tighten in my hair.
She strips slowly behind me and I hope he is watching, enjoying the show. I hope she is performing as she know she must.
I behind to suck softly, feeling him harden in my mouth. I lap at his cock, my mouth sliding up and down on his thickening shaft. My lips pulse, tightening and releasing, bobbing softly. I roll my tongue over his cock, squeezing and pumping. I want my Daddy to be swollen in my throat. I want to gag on his cock. I want to taste his precum in my throat. I want drool to spill from my lips, brimming over my teeth and roll over his balls.
I feel his fingers squeezing, shifting his hips forward to push further into my mouth and throat. I am desperate to get more of him in my mouth. I begin to pump my mouth, bridging on frantic. He pushes me down onto his cock and I whimper, tears brimming against my lashes, spit rolling over my bottom lip to caress his balls.
I finally pull back, staring up at him, chest heaving, gasping for air. He smiles down at me and I giggle just barely.
"How was she Daddy?"
He smiles at me, his hand caressing my cheek and then chin. He knows that even in this moment, I serve him. His thumb caresses my lips and I kiss the thick pad softly. I close my eyes, reveling in his affection, owned and comforted by this moment. I rise on my knees just slightly. I look up at him, my breath taken.
"She was mediocre. She took off her clothes too fast and without finesse."
I nod, nuzzling his cock with my cheek. "Yes, Sir."
I stand slowly, walking over with the click of heels. "Kneel, honey." I softly stroke her cheek as she kneels back on the floor. I immediately begin to beat her with my bare hand. I begin with her ass, and move to her thighs. She collapses onto the floor and the palm of my hand comes down over and over in thick wails on her thighs, ass, calves.
I roll her over and straddle her waist, slapping her tits as she begins to cry. I slap them over and over and over until her nipples are red and swollen.
"Put your hands over your head." She does. "Are you sorry you failed?"
She nods, opening her mouth and whimpering "Yes."
I slap her hard across the face. "You don't speak, cunt."
She begins to cry again and I continue to smack her. She will remember. The sooner, the better.
Finally she barks once, loudly and my hand pauses.
"Are you sorry you did not serve him properly?
She takes a breath, her tears ceasing. She barks once, softly.
I push the hair from her face, wiping the black tears from her cheek. "You learned your lesson, didn't you, honey?" She nods again. "And you're sorry." She barks, nodding.
I smile down at her, my thumbs slowly cleaning up the smears of makeup which have appeared. I push back her hair, stroking her face softly. "You're a good girl and you're going to try harder."
She nods again and I slowly stand. I walk back to him and lean down to kiss him. He knows that I am in a powerful place and allows me to lean down to kiss him. He accepts my lips, opening my lips with his tongue.
"Take off your dress, baby." He finally whispers against my lips.
I nod, standing to strip off my soft gauze. It floats to the floor and I push it aside with my foot. I stand in front of him as his hands and finger tips stroke my hips. His fingers move to my cunt, feeling how wet I am. His cock stands at attention and I am ready to have my moment.
"My sweet girl, you have earned this moment." I almost giggle, trying to close my lips back into this smile. "Come."
I smile, his legs coming together. I turn around, my legs opening around his as I slowly lower down, guiding his cock into my cunt. I slide onto his cock, my mouth opening in a soft moan. As soon as the shaft is inside me, I wait, holding onto this moment. I ache. I want. I drip cum onto his cock and balls.
His hand moves around my hips to rub my clit softly. I move towards his hand, rocking on his cock, my pussy squeezing his shaft.
When I am settled onto his beautiful cock I motion her forward. She moves to get up. "Crawl."
She barks, crawling forward on all fours. She crawls to his knees, using them to rise up. His hands keep my in place as I am desperate to wiggle, to really feel his cock.
"Lick."
She leans forward and her tongue is on my clit. I catch my breath, letting out a whimper as his hands hold my hips.
I can barely move, but the two of them do. Her tongue rolls hard over my clit, sucking and licking and teasing and aching. He begins to shift his cock, pushing into me and pushing me harder against her. His hands are tight on my hips and I tremble. My hands are tight on the arms of the chair. I want to move and I can't. I want to fuck him. I want to make her drown in my cunt. I want my ache to be theirs.
I want to move. I want to writhe. I can only tremble.
Until I cum. I want to cum.

Marked

The padding of the chair is pressing into my breasts. I'm nervous, and it makes me feel everything. I can feel the cotton of my tank top. I can feel where it meets the elastic of the straps and tightens just slightly. I can feel the ridges and folds of denim rise up where my legs are straddling the chair. I can feel the tip of my toes just barely grazing the linoleum floor.
I can feel the needle buzzing, up and down so fast it's blinding and rhythmic at the same time. I can feel the resting side of his hand on my skin. I can feel the bubbles of blood pool up, and I can feel the artist behind me dotting them off.
Mostly I can feel his eyes on me. I try not to move, as all I want to be is steady, and knowing that he is staring at every flexing muscle, every ripple of skin as the needle moves over the back of my neck is keeping me in place.
And his stare, which I know is there despite not looking up once, is making me wet. Achingly wet. The needle moves over and over, and while my breath is slow, it is strong, trying to keep my heart rate down. The control over my body which he has several feet away is palpable. I push forward with my hips slightly, trying to get the seam of my jeans against my clit. Though I straddle the chair, there is nothing in front of me to give relief.
I breathe slowly. I have been sitting here for both eons and moments. While the pain has subsided for the most part, now and then a nerve is struck and I wince, contracting tighter in order to not move. I have had much practice doing this exact thing.
He walks over and slides a hand underneath my chin, stroking it. I lean just slightly into his palm, feeling the softness of his touch and the brusqueness of his skin. He went before me and I sat and watched as he barely flinched in receiving his mark. Now it is my turn and I am aching to make his proud.
I feel the cloth move over my skin, wiping away the blood which leaks from the tiny pinpricks and mixes with stark black ink.
"You're almost done... you guys are amazing, neither of you even seem to flinch."
I want to giggle. Daddy has been training me to take whatever pain is delivered from him for so long, that it comes as second nature.
He wipes once more and leans back.
"Do you want to see it?"
My Daddy walks around me to look first. "Perfect, thank you." He shakes the man's hand and tells him that I don't need to see it yet.
The man nods and bandages the back of my neck. Daddy leads me out and we drive home in silence. I am waiting for him to say something, give me some indication of something. I am proud of how still I was, how good of a girl I was for him and I am waiting, holding my breath until he says it.
We are in the door, and he closes it behind us. I reach for the light but he grabs my arm. "Take your jeans down to mid thigh."
I nod and do so. He smiles as he sees there are no panties and a wet spot on the jeans. I can feel it as I pull them down.
His fingers are inside me and I gasp, but he's just checking to make sure I am ready for him. His other hand is already on the buttons of his pants. I watched him get hard in the car. It was the closest thing to approval I could get.
He slams his entire cock inside me and pushes me down. I bend at the waist, grabbing onto anything which will steady me as he begins to fuck. His cock slides in and out, pulling out slowly and then slamming back inside. He is silent, and I can barely hear his breath over my own whimpers. My cunt is soaked, wanting.
He is using me. And I am swept up and enlivened by it.
He pulls the gauze off the back of my neck and places his hand over the new tattoo. In black ink, darkened and lightened in soft hues of grey, there is now a padlock on the back of my neck and his is holding it in his hand.
I am owned, permanently marked as his, and I have never felt more perfect. I have never felt more alive. I have never felt more free. I have never felt more.

Confessional

"Tell me what you thought about."

"I thought about you."

"I know you did, baby. Tell me."

"We were in the shower... you were behind me. I could feel your cock pressed against me."

"Was I hard?"

"Semi... I could feel it getting stiffer, but you were somewhat distracted, so it was still mostly soft. I was pushing back against it a little, half heartedly trying to get you turned on."

"But you aren't in control, little one."

"I know that, Daddy. But it was my fantasy."

He chuckles. "Go on."

"You put your hand between my legs, kissing my ear. You were being so sweet to me. You were rubbing my clit while your other arm went around my waist."

"You must have been a good girl that day."

"I had been. And I leaned back and straightened a little and your fingers stopped. I knew what you would like, Daddy."

"Oh, yes?"

"I leaned my head back into the crook of your neck and began to piss over your hand, letting it run down my legs and mix with the shower water."

"I would like that, baby."

"And when I was done, you brought the hand to my mouth, making me lick your hand clean. And of course, I did, so you told me I was a good girl and kissed my ear. And by that time you were rock hard, I could feel it."

"I was, now, was I?"

"You were, and your hand went back to my pussy and began to rub again. I began to rock into your hand and I bent forward a little, your hand working my clit hard. I arched and ached, letting you rub me until I knew I was dripping. You told me to bend a little more, to put my hands on the wall and I did, feeling the wet tile as the water ran over me."

I saw you shift in your chair.

"I felt you grab my hips and push your cock inside of me. You started fucking me, really hard, immediately, just because you know how much it hurts at first, and how much I like the hurt. I was whimpering and bracing as my pussy was stretching around you, feeling you pound me."

"How hard was I pounding you, baby?"

"It was really rough, just to make sure I was extra sensitive. And then you stopped, and I just was gasping, trying not to fight too hard. I was pulsing and tensing my pussy around your cock, just waiting. And then you started to fuck me hard and slow, just the way I like it."

"And how did it feel?"

"Amazing, I was pushing back against you, desperate as you began to fuck me. It was perfect, feeling your hard, pulsing cock working my tight little cunt. And just when I started really loving it, just as I was feeling like I was not just enjoying it, but building to cum. I knew you could feel that and you slowed, pulling almost all the way out. And then I felt you grab my hair, slamming your cock in as you pulled my head back, my face directly in the water."

"How mean."

"I was choking, barely breathing, coughing as the water went into my nose and throat and lungs. I knew you were making me tighten as hard as I could, and when you pulled out again, you pushed my head down. I was gasping. And then you did it again, this time a little longer, knowing I couldn't get any air. I hated how much I loved that you didn't even care about the choking, that you weren't getting off on it, that it was a means to an end."

"I'm a son of a bitch, baby."

"Yes you are. And you kept doing that, pulling my hair, making me choke, and every time you thrust inside me, it was harder, and hurt a little more. You finally began to fuck me again, letting my head drop, your arm going back around me, your hand going back to my pussy and I knew what was coming. You started working my clit as you pulled out, and shoved your cock into my ass."

"It's Daddy's property, baby."

"Yes, Daddy."

"And what did I do, then?"

"You began to fuck my ass, your hand on my pussy, rubbing my clit. And then I felt you cum inside me, pumping your load into my ass, your fingers painfully tight on my pussy."

"I own my little girl, right?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"And you took my load?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"And that's what you fantasized about? Me cumming inside your ass?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Daddy."

Good girls are made, not born.

She is standing, and she knows not to move. She dressed so pretty for me, a token which I appreciate, in her sweet, strapless dress. The soft browns and golds look lovely against her soft, goosefleshed skin.
She stands as still as possible, dead in the center of the floor. I could do anything to her and she would take it. I know she fears the pain that will come. I know she dreads the hair-pulling, name-calling, tear-staining moments which await her. I know that it excites her, too. I know she has been waiting for this.
"Legs open, baby." I whisper into her ear. I have little interest in being cold. I much prefer to coax her, and let her know that I am not here to be cruel, simply to make her better. I stroke her jawline softly with the pad of my thumb, smiling as I pull out the blindfold.
I see her breath catch a little in anticipation. I close the fabric over her eyes and let her tense and relax at the same time.
"Tell me how you're feeling baby." I step back and watch her mouth open while she thinks.
"I..." she breaths softly, and I can feel the hesitation. "I'm nervous... I'm excited..." I waited. There was more. "I'm wet." I smiled, but there was nothing I had not already known. "I want to be a good girl for you, but I'm nervous... I've never served a girl before." There it was.
"Good girl." She smiled, shifting her weight slightly. I stood back, allowing her to get both more comfortable and disoriented in her wait. I slid my hand between her legs, my hand meeting the wet patch of fabric that rested there. I rubbed it softly, her hips meeting the pads of my fingers as her cheeks to turn at my knowing she has soaked her panties.
"Legs together." She shifts up. I slowly pull her panties down, streaks of wetness left on the inside of her thighs. She steps out of them.
"Mouth open." She is trying her hardest to be so good for me. "Now... you know I'm not interested in your wearing panties, baby."
"I'm sorry-" she starts to say.
"No. Don't be sorry. I have no interest in sorrys. Now you know, and you will only make a mistake once around me. Now mouth and legs open."
She opens her mouth and slowly I fill them with her wet panties for her to hold. She spread her legs again, standing with them wide. She has been so good and I'm quite looking forward to training her. I would like her to be the best, and I think she could be at least quite good.
"Good girl." I put my hand back between her legs, sliding one and then two fingers inside her, slowly curling them, working them inside her wet pussy. Her hips move against my hand as my thumb moves to her clit, moving in small but worthwhile circles.
I hear tiny noises come in waves. I move in closer to her, my body wrapping around her smaller frame just slightly. I push deeper into her cunt, fucking her slowly but forcefully, my fingers soaked in her wetness.
"Do you want to be a good girl for me?" She nods.
I put a finger into her mouth and she sucks eagerly, trying so hard to please.
"Are you nervous for how much it will hurt to be a good girl for me?" She nods again.
I dig my nails into the soft curve of her ass and she whimpers. I release, only to spank her hard, making her push forward harder into my hand.
"Are you hoping that I'm going to push you?" She nods.
I press my finger against her ass, feeling her tense and relax, tense and relax, her heart and cunt fluttering.
"And are you excited?" My fingers work into her ass and cunt, fucking her steadily, pushing her softly. She nods.
"Do you want it?" She nods again and I fuck her pussy harder, cum dripping down her thighs as I curl my fingers and work her tight cunt. She keeps nodding, panties still pressed into her mouth. I push a finger deeply into her ass, filling every hole of hers. Her hips buck back and forth, harder.
"Do you really want it all, baby girl?"
She nods again, her hands tightening, fingers curling into her palm in what will be painful when she releases.
I pull my fingers out, wiping her cum on her cheeks. She will wear it.
"Then you're going to earn it, baby." She pauses, and when she regains her composure, she will nod, but I will already have left her alone.

There's only you tonight

I sit on his back. There is always a lot of skin on skin, but today I opt to wear a few choice pieces: latex gloves, a hair bow, and the thinnest of sheer panties and a matching lace bra. The side of one calf is nestled into his side, the curl of my toes just barely grazing his cocked thigh. The other leg is bent, and my foot rests comfortably on his arm.
I lean down, kissing the back of his neck, keeping my hands from touching anything by holding my arms out so the kiss looks like a swan dive. I kiss over and over, up his neck and down his shoulder. I can feel his breath, as every time his chest rises it grazes my nipples. I can feel it slowing as he relaxes into the bed, into my body, and into what is about to happen
I slowly grind my hips into him, letting him feel how wet I am getting as my cunt begins to drip over his back. I can feel his hips rise slightly, knowing he is getting hard into the comforter. This only gets me wetter. I imagine his cock swelling, I picture taking it into my mouth as I open my lips and bite the skin of his neck and then shoulder. Holding it in my teeth, I tighten and softly lick, stroking his flesh with the tip of my tongue.
After a long moment, where I will either have to stop this or fuck him I sit up.
His skin is prepped and cleaned, ready for me to do what I love. I slowly pinch his skin in my fingers, rolling it slowly between my fingers until it is ready for me.
I pull the needle from its casing and drop the shell with an empty clink onto the metal tray beside us.
"Breathe in, Love." I feel his chest rise, holding it for a second. As he begins to let his breath out I slide the needle through the soft skin of his shoulder, right where wings would sprout from his back if only he freed them. He feel him shudder and then relax. I place the palm of my hand on him back.
I move slightly down, pinching more skin, telling him to breathe, repeating this ritual over and over. I poke and prod him, letting metal slip through this thin shell of his body, feeling him shudder and shake and growl each time. I feel every place of hesitancy of the needle. I try and push each through smoothly, but now and then there is a bit of resistance and I notice my breath catching with each stubborn needle. I push them in, tapping them all the way once they poke through the other side.
I place five and then six, ten and then fifteen and then twenty needles into a fan over his back. I decorate the canvas of beautiful curves and valleys over muscle and sinew with pretty silver tipped in blue. I string a gloved finger over the bumps that the metal lines create in his back. They are tiny bits of braille covering him in a wide, sparkling semi circle.
I slowly stroke the other side of his back, feeling the muscles tense and flex and relax, rippling from the slightest of touches. I stroke his hair, softly twirling it with one hand as I strum over the needles with the other.
And then I begin to tap them, making sure they are all securely in their place. I then sit back, bracing myself, planting a hand on the small of his back. I pull back and make a fist, coming down hard on the needles. I gasp at my own release of pent energy. I can feel him tense in desperate pain and I shiver at the thought of causing it. I swallow, trying to regain the calm and composure I need to finish this as precisely as I started. I punch again.
I hear him cry out, tensing his fingers tightly around the pillow and tensing every muscle at once. I do it again, punching over the needles, knowing there will be blood and bruises and a beautiful sun red and purple marks which I will stroke and touch and help to heal. Right now, though, they must be caused.
I punch down over and over, making sure every single needle gets hard smack, making sure the semi circle is complete before stopping. I am teetering on reckless as I pound over and over, feeling my body pulse only when my fist comes down. My heart beats in time, squeezing out more of my blood as I demand more of his.
He is crying out, wincing and groaning with each smack. Even when I stop I can hear his breath ragged and enraged. He is holding back everything which tells him to turn over and destroy me. With his size and strength, I know he could without a thought, needles still sticking from him.
I pause, placing the flat of my palm on his un-mangled skin. Finished punching, my skin is tingling with energy.  I feel like I've just cum with a hand tight on my throat. I stroke, running the tips of my fingers over his arm, strumming the length of it like a harp. I pull off my glove and run my fingers through his hair. I slide off his back and lean forward to kiss his shoulder.
I wait until his breathing calms, kissing softly across his neck, shoulder, down his arm. I lay next to him, fingers stroking over his side, leg wrapped around his, cheek resting calmly on his bicep. His heart slows, his breathing slows, his body relaxes.
I climb back on top of him. There is a crescent moon of pure pain and violent destruction rounding over his skin. There are already pricks of blood forming, and I know there will be cascading red streaks as soon as I begin to pull the needles.
I grab a new pair of gloves and paper towels and begin to slow process of pulling them out one by one. I pull quickly and slowly, feeling him writhe under me. As his hips rise and fall, it only makes me wetter. I slip needle by needle out of his skin as blood waterfalls down his side and into the waiting towel and what is revealed is the most beautiful sunset of reds and purples I have ever seen.