by Linnea May
“Good girl,” he whispered. “You’re such a good girl. So nice and wet for me.”
He was right. Whatever I was thinking or feeling, shame, pain, or fear, nothing could hide the fact that I was ridiculously aroused.
“Do you like this?” he asked and started to stroke my clit with two fingers, skillfully, slowly and exactly in the right spot, as if he had done it a thousand times before. He probably had, but not with me.
I moaned and started to move my hips, desperate for him to continue, to do more.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed.
“And don’t come until I allow you to,” he added, while letting one of his fingers slip inside me.
I moaned louder than before. He was so skillful. I could feel my orgasm building up. It was too much, all this talking, his gaze, an entire week leading up to finally meeting him and now he was playing with my body more skillfully than anybody had ever done before—including myself.
“I can’t…” I pleaded.
He laughed. “Can’t what? Do you want to come already?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir. Please.”
I needed to come. I longed for release so bad, it drove me insane.
I had no idea. We were just getting started.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I want to come, please, sir!”
He pushed a second finger inside me, starting to move in small circular motions, while stroking my clit on the outside. I moaned again, even louder than before. “Please…”
“Beg.”
“Please, may I come?” I asked, without looking at him. I was still in the same position he had asked me take before: bent over, legs spread apart, my thong pulled down to my knees, hair falling down on both sides of my face, which was a blessing. I didn’t want him to see my face.
“No,” he said.
And then he stopped.
2
He stopped everything he was doing and moved away from me.
I raised my head. What the hell?!
“Stand up straight,” he ordered. “And lose that thong.”
I straightened up, let my thong fall down on the floor and turned around, frowning at him. He stood a few feet away from me, close to the couch, still completely dressed and smiling triumphantly.
“You cute little girl,” he said. “Come here to me.”
I felt so pathetically ashamed and exposed. How could he do this to me?
I slowly tiptoed to him, precariously hiding my privates behind my hands, even though I knew it was a ridiculous gesture.
And he didn’t appreciate it.
“Don’t try to hide what is mine,” he remarked when I had reached him.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered and removed my hands.
“You are beautiful. I don’t want you to feel ashamed of that perfect body when you are with me,” he said in a nonchalant voice. As if it was that easy.
He was standing less than a foot away from me, and he started to undress himself.
“Look me in the eye,” he said while he was undoing his shirt. My eyes had been glued to his chest.
He took his time undressing, slowly undoing button by button. Our gazes were fixated on each other the entire time. His eyes were of a deep, unimpeded black. There was nothing I could read in them, nothing but an unyielding, strong look that had me hooked. In a way, this felt a lot more intimate than what we had done before. And it felt completely natural, perfectly right. I felt like I belonged exactly where I was.
“You have been a very good girl so far,” he praised me.
I smiled. “Thank you, sir.”
Now, he was smiling. He had finally lost his shirt and was now standing in front of me with a bare upper body. It was as delicious as I had expected, judging from the picture he had sent me. Well-sculpted, perfectly toned with light brown, flawless skin. Not a single hair on his well-defined chest. His long arms were strong and muscular, but not overly so. I wanted to touch him so badly, but I didn’t dare to.
“You sweet, perfect girl,” he whispered and put his left hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer for another deep, passionate kiss that asked for so much more.
Again, I lifted my arms to touch him, but just when I laid hands on his perfect upper body, he stopped kissing me and pulled away. He didn’t say a word, but decisively pushed down my arms.
I was panting heavily, breathing with my mouth half-open, and I didn’t care that he noticed. I wanted him to. This time, I was calling, begging for him to fuck me senseless.
“This is not fair,” I breathed.
He smiled and pinched my chin, just as he had done in the izakaya.
“You are so adorable,” he said. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Then why don’t you?!” I blurted out.
“I will. Don’t worry,” he simply said and grabbed his belt. “You are never allowed to touch this,” he warned. “Never. Only I am allowed to use it, and I will. Do you, understand?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He unbuckled his black belt, took it off, and placed it neatly on the sofa.
“You seem so eager,” he said. “You do the rest.”
I smiled at him and opened the button of his pants. When I pulled them down, I could instantly tell that I wasn’t the only one who was enjoying this. His remarkably sized erection was clearly visible beneath his tight-fitting black shorts. He stepped out of his pants and returned my questioning look.
“You may go on,” he said.
I hesitated for a second before I went down on my knees and slowly peeled down his shorts. His boner sprung toward my face as soon as I freed it and I let out a sigh of relief. It was beautiful, perfectly shaped, just like his body. Straight, erect, slightly above-average size and with remarkable girth. And so fucking hard.
I stared at it for a moment, and instead of finishing my job to remove his shorts, I leaned forward to touch and kiss his wonderful cock. He had made me wait for so long.
But again, he didn’t let me. He put his hand on my head, pushing me back.
“You eager girl,” he whispered. “I need to teach you some patience.”
“Oh, come on!” I blurted out and looked up at him, pouting.
“So adorable,” he commented.
He removed his shorts by himself and sat down on the sofa. Sitting with his legs apart, he began stroking his gorgeous erection.
“Now, what does my baby girl want?” he asked with a devilish smile on his face.
I was sitting in front of him, on my knees, resisting the urge to touch him—or myself. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, I hoped he would just guess or give me another order instead of making me say things I felt uncomfortable saying.
“Come here,” he said, waving me nearer with the hand that was not stroking his cock.
I complied and crawled closer, getting up on my knees. I put my hands on his thighs and looked at him in anticipation. He put his free hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer. For a kiss, I thought, but he just pulled my face close to his, so close that our noses touched.
“I want you to say it,” he whispered, very slowly. “Tell me what you want.”
Breathing heavily, I gathered myself and closed my eyes before I whispered, “I want your cock, sir. Please.”
“Again.”
I opened my eyes, slightly frowning at him and biting my lip. Why was this so hard?
His unyielding look was glued to my eyes.
“Say it again,” he repeated. “Beg for it.”
“I—” I started with a trembling voice. “I want your cock, please, Master.”
I had no idea if he was waiting for a certain word, or a certain phrase. What was I supposed to do? My thoughts were running wild, and so was my heart, my pulse. My entire body was burning with lust.
“All right,” he simply said, pushing my head down in a sudden, violent move I had not expected.
I managed to open my mouth
just in time for him to thrust his cock inside. It was too big for me to swallow it all the way, but he pushed hard enough to make me choke and cough.
He grabbed my hair in a ponytail and began to thrust my head up and down, pushing so deep his cock was banging against the back of my throat. I was gagging, coughing, choking. Mostly because he had caught me off-guard and I was still coping with the sudden surprise of his move. He had told me before that he only liked it this way, forcing the girl instead of letting her worship his cock on her own. I should have seen it coming.
He stopped just as suddenly as he had started, pulling my head back so I was forced to look up at him. I coughed. Tears were running down my cheeks.
“Happy?” he asked.
I tried to nod, but remembered just in time.
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you thankful?” he wanted to know.
“Yes, sir.”
“Thank me then.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I did fulfill your wish, didn’t I?” he kept pressing. He knew I wanted more, but he wanted me to say it, beg for it.
“Well,” I started, and finally summoned my strength. “I’d really wish you would fuck me now. I have been waiting for so long.”
The biggest smile yet appeared on his face. He let go of my hair and gently caressed my cheek.
“You’re right,” he said. “You have been a good girl. You deserve to get fucked like one.”
He reached for his belt, holding it in both of his hands for a moment and looking down at it. My eyes followed his, observing the belt in his lap. What was going through his head?
Eventually, he looked up and without further ado, he put the belt around my neck, pulling it through the buckle so it was fastened rather tightly. It was by no means tight enough to choke me, but clearly noticeable.
“Follow me on all fours,” he ordered and got up, holding the other end of the belt in his hand.
I hesitated for a second, but he didn’t leave me much room or time to ponder this particular order, since he was moving toward the bed, pulling at the belt, my leash. I got down on all fours and crawled behind him.
“On the bed,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.”
I climbed on the bed, still on all fours. Just as I looked up at him, wondering what to do next, he whispered his next command.
“On your back. With your legs spread.”
I did as I was told.
“Wider,” he snapped. “Offer yourself to me.”
He was standing next to the bed and put a condom over his presentable erection while watching me. I spread my legs as far as I could, starting to feel uncomfortable again. But I could also feel the heat. My entire body was burning, especially the area between my legs.
“Beautiful,” he remarked, before he went down on me. I let out a moan in surprise and pleasure as he started to explore my clit with his tongue. He was holding the belt in one hand again, slightly pulling on it, just enough for me to feel faintly strangled. Stars were dancing in front of my eyes, my vision became fuzzy, and the arousal almost unbearable. He used his tongue just as skillfully as he did his fingers. It felt divine and I could feel my orgasm building up within seconds. My arousal had been on this level for too long, I needed to come. But I didn’t want to before he had fucked me.
He had other plans, though.
“Please, sir,” I begged. “Fuck me. Please!”
He didn’t reply, but instead increased the intensity of his play between my legs. I moaned and started to struggle beneath him.
“Please, I can’t. I’m gonna come!”
He paused for a second, just to say, “I want you to!”
“May I?” I reaffirmed.
“Yes,” he breathed without stopping.
It was all I needed to hear. My orgasm rolled over me within moments of hearing the wolf’s approval. He could feel the tension of my muscles and increased everything he was doing, then pulled on the belt so strongly I actually couldn’t breathe for a couple of seconds right in the middle of one of the strongest orgasms I had ever experienced in my life. My moan of relief was silenced by the strangulation due to the belt. My vision blackened at the peak of my orgasm.
The experience in its entirety was the most intense I had ever felt. And he hadn’t even fucked me yet.
3
He didn’t leave me much time to get back to earth after my orgasm. The belt around my neck loosened and I gasped for air, noisily panting. Just when the tension left my body and my muscles were about to relax, he climbed on top of me, thrusting his erection inside me with a powerful single push.
I shrieked in surprise and pleasure and opened my eyes to look up at him. He remained deep inside of me, not moving for a moment, just returning my look with his black, inscrutable eyes. Then he bent down close to my face and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“Thank you,” I breathed.
“We’re not done yet,” he replied and started to thrust his cock inside me.
I started moaning as he finally, finally fucked me. His cock felt gigantic; I had underestimated its girth. And it was so fucking hard. I closed my eyes, enjoying the fullness, his strong, reckless thrusts, and the slight pain that came with them. My first orgasm was just a few minutes ago, but I could already feel the next one building up. It was insane, so insane I couldn’t help but shake my head in disbelief, smiling, while he continued his brute thrusting. It felt so unbelievably good.
“Turn around,” he commanded and backed up a few inches, so I could move.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed and turned around, getting on all fours.
“Get that ass up for me,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I dutifully complied and hollowed my back as far as I could.
He grabbed the belt again before he whispered “Good girl,” and pushed himself inside me. In this position, his cock felt even bigger and harder, and it made me feel so full it almost hurt even before he started thrusting. He pulled the belt from behind, increasing my hollow back and pulling my head back. Again, I could hardly breathe. And again, it only added to my arousal.
He started thrusting forward and back, slowly at first, observing my reactions. I let out a suffocated moan, surprisingly loud in my own ears. But apparently it was just what he had waited for. His thrusting became stronger, deeper, and more reckless with every move.
“Play with yourself,” he ordered and I had no trouble complying. The stretching of his cock already felt extremely intense, but when I started touching my pulsating clit, I immediately felt like I was ready to explode yet again.
“Remember, don’t come before I allow you to,” he warned, underpinned by hard slap on one of my ass cheeks. Another much harder one followed, because I had yet again forgotten my reply. I didn’t care. The spanking just added to my arousal, and the only problem I was facing was my impending orgasm that threatened to explode too soon.
I tried to speak and ask him for approval, but I couldn’t because the belt was so tight around my neck that it completely suffocated any attempts at speaking.
Luckily, the wolf sensed my despair.
“You want to come again, don’t you?” he asked without stopping his deep, reckless thrusts. I let out a moan that I hoped he could identify as a yes.
And he did. His thrusts accelerated as he gave his approval. “Come!” he yelled.
And as if my body had been waiting just for this word, my second orgasm unfurled in furious waves. I moaned in heavy relief, sinking down on my elbows, making his thrusts feel even deeper and stronger. I was almost too occupied with my own orgasm to notice that he was climaxing with me. His fast, ruthless pushes came to a hold for a moment and with two or three slow, deep thrusts I could feel him coming inside me while my muscles tensed around his pulsating cock.
“Fuck,” I breathed as the tension died away.
He remained inside of me for a few moments, leaning forward and gently kissing my sweaty back. For a while neither one of us said a word,
remaining in this position. I could feel him get softer inside of me, but only slightly. Something told me he still wasn’t done with me. But I didn’t know if I could take any more.
Eventually, he pulled back, removed the condom and lay down on his back, inviting me into his arms.
“You are so perfect,” he whispered, gently stroking a strand of hair out of my face.
And we dozed off.
4
We didn’t nap for long; it was a couple of minutes maybe. When I woke up, I was still lying in his arms. He had his eyes closed, but opened them the moment I started to move. This was strange.
“What time is it?” he wanted to know.
“I don’t know,” I drowsily whispered.
“Find out,” he said.
I pouted and frowned at him, but turned around anyway. There was a clock radio next to the bed, suggesting that it was almost one a.m.
“Close to one a.m.,” I said.
He sighed and pulled me back into his arms. The belt was still tightened around my neck and he used it to pull me in for a kiss. I loved kissing this man and it almost shocked me how much I enjoyed his proximity.
“I could eat you alive,” he whispered, only stopping for a second before he continued to invade my mouth.
“I think you are,” I breathed through the kiss.
He chuckled as our lips parted.
Whispering, “You are mine,” his lips wandered down my neck. His teeth were skimming my skin, gently at first, before he started biting and sucking again. I moaned.
“Let’s take a bath,” he suggested and got up from the bed. I clumsily followed him.
“I don’t think you need this anymore,” he said, pointing at the belt around my neck when I was standing next to him. I nodded and made an effort to remove the belt from my neck. But as soon as he saw my hands rising, he grabbed my wrists, furiously pushing them down. Before I was fully aware of what was happening, he turned me around and pushed me back down on the bed. Landing on all fours, I realized my mistake. I wanted to apologize, but of course he didn’t wait for an apology. Two sharp, very sharp slaps on my behind—one on each cheek—followed, making me shriek in pain and surprise.
Fuck, it hurt. For a moment I couldn’t help but wonder if this was hurting his hand as much as it hurt my ass.
