“I fucking dare you,” he said.

I stood in front of him, barely dressed. My tight black tank top and soaked panties, hand on my hips, breathless.

“Come on. Fuck me baby. Conquer me. Master me.”
My eyes almost welled up with tears. I wasn’t sure why he was doing this. I wasn’t sure how to respond. What was going on?

“Tame me,” he said, “I fucking dare you.”

I cursed myself for my big mouth. We were arguing and I told him he just needed someone to fuck him up, just once. Someone to maybe put him in HIS place for a change. And so here we were.

“I’m not scared of you,” I said, working up my nerve. Not even sure how to proceed. I had been his slut, his slave for so long- I wasn’t sure I could be dominant with him. Not with HIM. Why was he changing the game?

“Oh no?” he said,” pulling the belt through the loops of his pants. My heart jerked as it thwaped through loop after loop. Wondering what he would do if I did not take his challenge. He threw the belt onto the bed, “Come here baby.”

I took the steps towards him. Looking not at the ground, but in his eyes, defiantly. “I’m not afraid of you,” I said to him, taking deep breaths, breathing in sex, and power. Strength.
He leaned into my ear, his hand curling up into my hair. His voice raspy and low, “Prove it, slut.”

I pulled away from him with a rage in my eyes. I was angry, frustrated, nervous, and… hot. So fucking hot I could feel the sex crawling right under the surface of my skin. I moved his hand out of my hair and placed in on my cunt. He cupped it in his large hand, feeling the damp heat through my panties. “Be a good boy,” I hissed at him, “Eat my pussy.”

His eyes moved down my body as he pulled my panties down over my hips and moved down to his knees. I turned and walked toward the couch, I looked back at him, kneeling, pushing my panties into his pocket. “Follow me. on you knees” I turned back and kept on to the couch. I was so tempted to see him, on his knees crawling behind me, but I didn’t. I felt him behind me, and I turned and sat down, opening my legs, exposing my cunt to him. “Now. Let me feel your tongue on my clit.”

He placed his hands on my knees and moved his mouth down over my cunt, “sssslowly,” I purred as his tongue started making circles around my clit, “that’s it baby… taste how wet you make me.” His tongue kept it’s smooth rotation around my clit as his lips closed over me. My hips thrust forward as I pushed my cunt into his face. He devoured me and I was lost. His tongue on my cunt was not something that happened often. For some reason, we hardly ever got there I was also so focused on him. Sometimes I resented his lack of attention to my aching cunt, other times I simply could not wait long enough.

I sunk my nails into his shoulders, fuck me, I hissed at him. He snaked a hand towards me and pushed two fingers into my cunt. His mouth moved away from me as his fingers invaded me. Pushing inside me deep, gripping on to my gspot, moving up and down on it. His thumb rubbed my clit, pinching me, fingering my sex, balancing me on the edge. I arched my back, looking down at him, our eyes locking. His eyes burned through me, I read them without words. I wasn’t to cum yet.

Who was in control? I balanced on the edge, and he was pushing me, daring me. My body ached to release, but my brain held me, I couldn’t let go. “What?” he taunted me, “You can’t cum without permission? Huh, you’re nothing but my slut are you? say it. ” He pushed harder on my cunt, by body thrashed… aching. He pounded his fingers into me, “Don’t.” he hissed at me, “Don’t you fucking do it.”

I growled at him, wanting to defy him- wanting to prove to him that I controlled my own body. That I give myself to him, he doesn’t take me. But… I couldn’t.

“God damn you!” I hissed at him and pushed him off of me. He fell backwards on to the floor. I pulled his pants off and I climbed over him, my cunt on his face. My juices ran down his face as he ate my cunt. I grinded my cunt, fucked his mouth. I leaned forward and exhaled my hot breath on his cock. He thrust his cock towards me, but I pulled back. My cunt ached, my body screamed, I wanted his cock. His hot thick cock, in my face, but I needed to make him ache for me. I needed to cum, I needed to prove it.

ahhh fuck, his tongue was like electricity on me. The position was what I needed, dominant, dirty, in control… I ached for it. I craved for it. My hips trembled and I felt as if balancing on my knees was too much. I dug my fingers into him, for balance, pushing my cunt- digging deep for release. slowly, agonizing. fuck, oh fuck… it was there… god damn him, right there.

My brain begged him, please, let me cum baby. please- tell me to cum. Fuck. please…. I couldn’t bring myself to ask, to beg, but could not, not without being told. my brain betrayed my body. When my mouth opened, it wasn’t from my brain, it was sex. The fuck overtook my soul and when my mouth opened he heard all he needed as I whispered, in total agony, “please….”

His response was a moan, he was waiting for it. he knew.

mmhmm

My body let go and I fell foward, grabbing his cock and wrapping my mouth around it. I thrust and fucked, my body was lost and I came from head to toe, feeling waves of pleasure through skin, pouring over him. Our bodies connected and I wrapped my arms under his ass, pushing his cock into my mouth, melting into him. I was dizzy, I could feel my body spinning, but I was alive again. electric.

I moaned and purred as I found myself on his cock, facing away from him. I held on to the couch and thrust a few times, listening to him curse at me, “You need me, slut. You know it. Cum again baby. Do it now.” I thrust harder and fasted, my body finding it again, that heavenly spot, where the beast lives and breathes. I grunted and fucked his cock. Needing, craving, “Hurt me…” I whispered.

Sharp nails dug into my back, breaking the skin. I cried out, but it was too late. I was already cumming, soaking his cock, losing control. My whole body was blazing, even my hair tingled. His cock throbbed, I could feel him. I knew what he wanted. What he loved. I pulled off of him and wrapped my mouth around him as he thrust into me. I tasted my sweet salty cunt, my thick cum on my own lips as he shot his own thick cream into my mouth. “ah you beautiful girl. you fucking beautiful slut,” he moaned as he released. I swallowed, again and again- the taste of both of our sex mingled in my mouth. Feeding me. reminding me who where I belong

…and who I belong to.