Results of denial

His eyes glitter feraly in the dark as he watches her. She is afraid, anxious... Excited. It had been a while since their last session. She had tried not to think about this fact as the days passed by. It was his punishment to her and she had learned her lesson. She knew he was teaching her, training her....pushing her limits and she loved it.

He took a step toward her and she drew a breath. The light from the window glancing off the buckle of the belt he held looped over in his hand. Her eyes widened and she faltered, took a small step back before catching herself and remaining stll once again waiting for him. His mouth turned upward in a sly smile. "I believe I told you not to move slut" he drawled. She lowered her eyes to the ground showing clearly her submission to him. "f...forgive me sir" she manages to say as her heart beats loudly in the silent room and her aching pussy mimics it with rising arousal.

Suddenly he lunges for her grabbing her by a fist full of hair, pulling her head back to expose the Lilly white skin of her neck. Lowering his lips to her ear he whispers dark and delightful words. Telling her what he has planned for her and how she is trapped, helpless to his desires. She wimpers with need her hips involentarily rolling back to push her butt into his arousal, feeling him hard and insistant between the firm skin. Looking down at her with a mixture of sex and disgust he pulls her sharply by the hair and flings her against the wall face first. His body moves in to fill the gap between them and he rolls his hips against hers hard making her feel him right where she wants to have him. " is this what you want? You want me to fuck you don't you?" he whispers to her. She moans the sound muffled by the wall her cheek is pushed into.

"is THAT what you want? Answer me!!" he growls. "y....yes sir" she stammers. "tell me what you are?" she inhales the exhales seemingly preparing herself for the words that will no doubt escape her lips. He smiles knowingly, it is hard for her to say these things but the effect on her leaves little doubt to the power of those few words. His hand moves over her hips then down her side and traces the hem of her very short skirt, choosen specificlly for him. Her breath now leaving her lips in short gasps as her arousal rises she finally answers him. "I'm a horny little slut, so wet for her master"

His hand finally reaches under her skirt and around the edge of her damp panties. He traces the edge of her lips before easily slipping two fingers inside her warmth. He moves them out then back in before removing them to pinch at her hard clit. She moans her approval, and a mew of protest as his hand leaves her. She looks up at him seeing the Hungar in his eyes. He brings his fingers to her mouth and she sucks them in obidently, tasting her juices on them. "yes you are wet for me arn't you?" he says, the question already answered by the moisture on his fingertips.

He removes his fingers from her soft lips and replaces them with a searing kiss. His tounge dipping in to taste the last rements of her arousal. He growls his approval and thrusts his hips towards hers before taking her once more by a fistful of hair.

"now you can get your reward" he whispers. Her eyes widen and lips part as her brain registers what her reward will be. He pulls her down with one hand as the other unbuttons his jeans, letting them slide from his hips to pool in a heap on the floor. She obidiently brings her mouth to the wonderful hardness before her and sucks him into the wet warm recesses of her pretty mouth. She takes all he can give without protest and he revels at the feel of her nose pressed up against his abdomen. She moves her head back and as she does curls her delicious tounge along the sensitive underside and around his head. He groans his approval and takes hold of her head with both hands, his fingers twisting in her hair. He guides her to him again and then pulls her back her skillful tounge all the while doing wicked things to him. Feeling his orgasm building he pulls her from him and guides her to her feet. His fingers finding the edges of her shirt and ripping the flimsy material apart exposing her firm uncovered breasts. He pulls her skirt and panties from her and steps back to admire the beauty before him. She smiles at him her eyes hooded with desire, her tounge licking her lips searching for the last remenants of his taste. The belt still in his hands he traces it over her breasts before quickly jerking it. She gasps as it lands hard on her sensitive nipples. He moves it over her hip now, moving from a soft tickle to a hard snap without so much as a warning. She is moaning now between her gasps of pain and he knows she is getting close. He moves it between her thighs to brush over the soft lips there and she flinches a little but dosnt move. His little pain slut wants this. He jerks his hand and she cries out. "master, I'm going to cum" she gasps. Fearful now as it is so close. "not yet" he says. She whimpers a he jerks his hand again trying to stop her body from going over the edge.

He teases her for a few minutes but to her it feels like hours. Finally he stops and throws the belt to the ground. Moving close to her he tells her he may cum as he quickly sinks into her wet warmth, Filling her completly. She moans his name loudly as she cums and he fucks her slowly. As she comes down from her high he moves faster seeking his own release as well as another of hers. Their bodies move together hard and fast. And she orgasms again her muscles pulling him deeper into him with each clench. As he nears his own release he withdraws and she obidiently drops to her knees taking him into her mouth. Two short thrusts later he cums growling his release and she drinks him down, not spilling a drop taking all her master has to give.

She remains like that savouring his taste before he withdraws taking her into his arms and placing her on the bed. She smiles sleepily up at him as he admires her sated form. Beautiful and his.