by Becca Little
Before I delivered on my promise, I moved my tongue down to his balls. They were fleshy orbs and the quite large. I cupped them lightly in my hand and started to lick them while I massaged his cock with my hand. His eyes closed and his head fell back again with a gasp. I smiled and started to work on them with more determination once I had confirmation he enjoyed it. I took his left ball into my mouth slowly, parting my lips and letting it slide between them. I caressed it with my tongue and moved it in and out of my saliva soaked lips several times before removing it and moving over to the right one.
I might have been his little girl and subject to his dominance, but he was a slave to my mouth as I repeated the same motion with the other ball. After spending a few seconds on it, I opened my mouth wide and let both slid in together. I was careful not to hurt them, but determined to give him the most pleasure I could muster. While I lightly sucked on them, I rubbed my finger around in a circle on the tight part of his cock directly above them. I could practically feel the cum surging in his balls begging for a release. I knew it was going to be explosive when it finally came.
After giving them more than their fair share of my time, I opened my mouth and let them slowly fall into place below his cock, extending my tongue to the base where my finger was massaging and moving all the way to the head. I took the head into my mouth and swirled it there for a couple of seconds as he clenched his fist in anticipation of my promise to take him as deep as he would go.
“God, that feels so good.” He whispered through clenched gasps. He wrapped his fingers around my pigtail and tried to push himself deeper, but I resisted, wanting to take him at my pace.
I realized that my promise, made in the heat of passion, was actually going to be rather difficult. His cock was very long and extremely thick. I stretched my jaw until my teeth were as far apart as they could go and then started to descend on it. I only managed to get a couple of inches in my mouth before I was forced to pull back and take a few moments to get used to the girth. I bobbed up and down on the tip for several strokes and then started to push him deeper.
He tried once again to push it further than I was ready for, putting his hand on my head and pushing down, but I resisted. I knew I had to take him at my own pace or I would never get him all the way down. I moved up and down the length until I was at the halfway point and then worked that portion with my tongue. He was already moving his hips in unison with my motions and I could sense the urgency building.
I picked up the pace and moved a little more in each time I went down, lubricating him with my saliva until he was in the back of my throat. I still had a ways to go before my promise was done, and his hand rested on my head again. I wanted to give him what he craved, so when he tried to force my head down again, I didn’t fight it. I let him shove his cock past the barrier in my throat until I was nearly choking on it as my lips were pressed against his pelvis. He held me there until my breath was siphoned out of my body and as soon as I withdrew to the head, he forced it all the way down again, practically gagging me as he held me there once again.
“There you go…” He sighed. “Take every inch of that cock.”
I moaned and moved as much as I could until he finally released his grip on my head. I was able to go from the tip of his cock to the top of his balls with one stroke once I adjusted to it, so I started taking the entire length every time I descended. Each time the head hit the back of my throat, it pulsated and opened me up. I knew one of those pulsations was going to result in his entire load shooting into me soon, so I prepared myself each time.
I could feel the pre-cum oozing out and making my throat sticky. I controlled my breathing and continued to prepare for his manhood. I picked up the pace and he throbbed against my tongue. His whole body was rocking forward every time I got my lips to his balls, and then there was a grunt. I could feel his hips drive forward into me, drilling my throat with his cock. I barely had time to prepare before it was shoved even further.
His cock had one last throb and then rapidly spasmed as he came. I furiously swallowed and did everything I could to get it all down. After it felt like he was done, I started to pull back, but he grabbed my head and pushed himself in again, depositing another long stream of sticky fluid that I had to swallow. Finally, he released his grip and sank into the couch. I pulled myself to the tip and sucked the last bit dry before sitting back on my haunches and looking up at him.
“That was incredible…” He nodded and sighed.
“I’m glad I was able to take your mind off of things…” I crawled up into his lap and lay against his chest.
“Oh, you did, that is for sure…” He placed a kiss on my forehead and held me tight.
It wasn’t long before his cock started showing signs of life again. I fully expected snores, but instead I got his lips moving down my neck as his hands worked to remove my blouse. He pushed me back onto the pillowed surface of the couch and started to kiss my neck with a furious passion. I could feel his cock getting harder against my midsection as he did. My blouse was unfastened across my chest and he cupped both of my breasts with both hands, squeezing and caressing them. His lips and his tongue did circles around the front of my neck, my throat, and then onto the other side where he started to gently suck.
It had been years since I had a hickey, but I certainly didn’t mind if he wanted to leave his mark on me. His hands slid behind my back and unfastened my bra. My blouse and my bra both hit the floor as he lifted me one hand, and removed them with the other. He gently placed me back on the couch, never breaking the seal with my neck. I reached out and started to remove his shirt.
In all the years I had known him, I had never seen him without it, so I was surprised to find several tattoos on his chest. A large dragon circled his torso, and Lady Justice was emblazoned on his right pectoral muscle. Her scales almost tilted when he used his strength to lift me up once again and bring our lips together. He kissed me like a man who couldn’t get enough of me. I melted into it as our bodies pressed together, skin on skin. My skirt was already riding up my legs and my panties were soaked with the anticipation of what was to come.
“I want you so bad.” I whispered into his ear as he broke the seal our lips had created.
“You’re going to get me.” He said. “I’m claiming you as my own. You’ll be my Little Sylvia and the only cock you’ll ever know will be mine.”
He reached down and pushed my panties to the side, pressing his cock against my pussy. His fury for me was so passionate, he twisted them into a knot and snapped them like they were tissue paper. They were thrown to the side, completely ruined, but I didn’t care. I spread my legs as far as I could as he sank between my thighs and slipped the head of his cock past my labia. There was certainly no need for lubrication—I had created plenty of that on my own. The only thing that stopped him was the tightness of my virgin pussy. The head of his cock pushed passed my hymen and I felt it break.
“It won’t hurt for long.” He said as he withdrew and pushed in again.
He had to go in slow, stretching and opening me up with gentle presses. I wanted furious passion and I wanted to feel him all the way in, so I reached behind his back and dug my fingernails in as I raised my hips. It hurt, but it was the hurt I craved. He slid all the way in until our bodies were completely joined and then he pulled me closer so he could kiss me while he ascended and descended into me. Even though I had him all the way in, my body was still struggling to accept him, and the tightness made him have to go slower.
“It hurts…” I said. “But I don’t want you to stop.”
Each time he drove his cock as deep as it would go, my body adjusted, and soon he was able to get me stretched out enough to pick up the pace. I was his mold, stretched to the maximum, and only stretched large enough for his cock. That would never change. My whole body was tingling as the pleasure enveloped me like a cloud of bliss. The pain of my virginity faded and the loss of my supposed innocence only hurt for a few minutes. I knew from that
moment on, I would belong to him and only him. I would be his Little Sylvia, the little girl he loved and took care of.
“You feel so good…” I moaned and threw my head back, but he reached behind and forced it to look back at him.
“You’re my little girl now.” He held his gaze with me as he used my neck for leverage and continued to drive himself into me.
There was a certain magic in being claimed. It went against the fierce independence I had always used as a defense mechanism, but I didn’t feel like I needed that with him. I would always be his, from the pigtails on my head to my painted toes. I didn’t want to be anywhere else except right there. Our eyes never broke, even though I watched his face shift from a determination to a reflection of the same pleasure I was feeling. My body reacted perfectly to the timing of every thrust, to the point that my g-spot was continuously stimulated. I shifted my body forward to him, giving as much as I could with every collision our bodies endured, both of us begging for more. I could tell from the way his pupils dilated that he was close. His cock throbbed and swelled even more and his thrusts became more erratic, like a hungry lion trying to devour the last bit of pleasure before it was stripped away.
My orgasm built to a fever pitch, ready to be unleashed, but I did everything I could to hold on. I wanted to feel him cum inside of me before I let it go. I wanted that to be what sent me over the edge. I knew I didn’t have long to wait. I bit down on my lip, just trying to hold off for a few seconds as he pounded me as hard as he could. A second later, I felt him start to pulsate. I knew the moment was there before I felt the warm sensation and his hips bucked forward like a wild animal. I threw my head back so hard, I broke our grip, my whole-body shuddering as I let the building storm rage. My pussy tightened on his cock, milking it as I orgasmed. He grunted and growled with satisfaction and then deposited his final surge of manhood as I felt the tingling sensation subside. My body buzzed with the afterglow as he slumped against me.
“I love you…” He whispered into my ears. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” I wrapped my arms around his sweat covered back. “In fact, I love you more.”
“Not possible…” He said with a slight laugh as he rolled to the side and pulled me in closer.
Chapter 11
My last nightmare had been purged from my mind. I slept beside him in peace, the same kind of peace I had the night he held me in my bed, but exhausted from our lovemaking. Our story had truly begun. Every day he came home from work hungry for me, and I shared the same hunger for him. Every few days, he would bring me a present. Sometimes it was a new skirt, a new dress, or a new pair of panties. What started as a Halloween costume years before was expanded to become my daily wear until school started back up. I still made every effort to become his Little Sylvia before he got home, and most of the time I made it.
The weekends were the best part. It usually started with Chinese food on Friday night, followed by a movie if we could keep our hands off of each other long enough for it to finish. Saturdays were normally our date nights, and we went into town for dinner, dancing or attended events he was forced to go to as a part of his job. I couldn’t be Little Sylvia for those, but I knew she would be released from her adult cage the moment I got home.
True to his word, he stopped smoking, guided by my ability to make sure he found other ways to occupy his time. Sometimes it required a little oral attention before work, a quickie in the shower, or just a promise of what I would do when he got home. My grades had never been better, and I had never been happier. The threat of discipline had faded from my mind when I made the mistake that would bring it back to the forefront of our relationship.
“I need to buy my books for next semester. My loans should be here next week. Could I use your credit card and get them so I can pick them up and get an early start on it? I’ll pay you back, I promise.” I blinked my eyes at him and he nodded.
“Of course, I trust you.” He slipped it from his wallet and slid it across the table to me. “That is all though. Don’t go crazy with it…”
“I won’t. I promise.” I tucked it into my purse and gathered my stuff for school.
“Hey, I’ll be late tonight. I have a pile of work you keep distracting me from, and if I don’t get it done before Monday, I probably won’t have a job.” He adjusted his tie in the mirror by the door.
“Okay, I’ll be here when you’re done.” He pulled me in for a kiss before we both departed on our way to our distractions from each other—our pet names for school and work.
Promises. So easy to break, so easy to forget. I stopped by the school book store after my classes were done and charged everything I had permission to buy. After that, I started my journey home, and remembered he wasn’t going to be there when I got home. I decided to do a little window shopping at the local outdoor mall. He had taken me a few times, and it was fun to pretend I could buy everything there, but I rarely left with anything.
I looked around one of the stores which had outfits I could squeeze into fairly easily and would look perfect on Little Sylvia. I convinced myself that he would be okay with a few purchases, as long as I didn’t go overboard. I hit the clearance rack first, and then found a few more pieces. The dressing room was my playground and unfortunately most of them fit perfectly. I tallied it up in my head and walked to the register, continuing to tell myself he would be okay with it since most of the outfits were for him anyway.
On my way there, I saw a skirt that I just couldn’t pass up, so I added it to the heap. When the cashier rang up my total, it was nearly four hundred dollars. My eyes got wide, but I was already mid transaction and couldn’t very well embarrass myself in front of the line which had formed behind me. I swiped his card and watched the two bags fill with my purchases. I knew I had spent too much, but I told myself I would return them in a day or two.
A day or two turned into a week, and I found an excuse to keep everything I had purchased. After a while, I completely forgot about returning them and the clothes became additions to my closet. I checked the mail every day for the credit card bill, planning to pay it with my loan money when it came in as I promised. I figured there would be enough leftover, so it wasn’t going to be a big deal. What I didn’t know is that the card he gave me was one he was given for expenses at work, and if he paid them off, there were never any questions asked.
The bill went to his office instead of our house. I got dressed as usual the day it all came to light. It was Friday night, which meant Chinese take-out and a whole weekend of fun. I had been looking forward to it all week. I dressed myself appropriately, as pretty as a princess, and waited for him in the living room. I hopped to my feet when the door opened, ready for my hug, but when he stepped into the house, his face was beet red. My eyes went to the bill in his hand and then they grew as large as saucers. I knew I was in trouble before he said a word.
“What the hell is this? Four hundred dollars at the mall? What were you thinking?” He slammed the door and glared at me.
“No, see…” I back peddled as he walked into the living room. “I am going to pay that back with my loans.”
“Your school loans are for school. You can’t waste that money on this.” He shook his head and threw the bill on the table.
“Maybe it could be a present for me?” I asked hopefully.
“No, it isn’t going to be a present for you. I told you exactly what was going to happen if you didn’t follow the rules. Apparently, you didn’t think I was serious.” He removed his jacket and hung it on the door.
“Please, not a spanking…” I begged and threw my hands up.
“Remove your panties, Sylvia…” His hand went to his belt. “…And lay over the arm of the couch.”
“No, please…” I felt my heart beating in my ears.
“If your panties aren’t off by the time my belt comes off, you’re going to bed with a sore bottom and getting another one when you wake up tomorrow.” He unlatched his belt and started
to pull it free.
The reality of what he said set in quickly. I reached under my skirt and pushed my panties to the floor as fast as possible, stepping out of them as commanded. He didn’t have to tell me to get over the arm of the couch a second time. I walked over and draped myself across it, feeling my body shaking with fear.
The leather looked scary in his hands, and when he folded it together with a crack, I jumped in concern. He folded my skirt upwards, exposing my bare bottom. The skirt I was wearing was actually one I purchased with his credit card, which barely even covered my panties. He draped the leather across my bottom and it was cool to the touch, but I knew that it wasn’t going to be cool much longer. It was yanked away, and then there was a swishing sound in the air, followed by the loudest crack I have ever heard.
It took a moment for the searing sensation to sweep across me and for me to realize the sound was the belt on my bare bottom. I lunged forward and immediately put both hands behind me. The spot where the belt had landed felt like fire. I rubbed it, but it didn’t do any good. I put my hands back, open palms, trying to protect myself from the next one, but the swish still came. Instead of landing on my bottom, it landed across both of my palms and caused me to nearly scream. I yanked both of them away and stared at them. There was a red welt visible and it hurt a lot more than my bottom. I didn’t get much time to focus on them, however, because the belt landed on my bottom again.
“Ah!” I said with a loud whimper. “That really, really hurts!” I blew on my hands and stomped my feet.
“You can put your hands back here all you want. They are just as good of a target as your bottom.” The belt came down again.
I tucked my hands underneath my chin and bit down on my knuckle. I realized that the way Judge Cole disciplined his Little Sylvia was a lot different than the way he disciplined me when I was spanked in his chamber. I wouldn’t need weekly lessons with his belt to learn my lesson—it had already been learned. I was going to be severely punished for breaking my promise to him. That much was clear. It didn’t take many licks with his belt for me to feel the tears streaming down my face.
