His lips attacked mine as soon as the door closed behind me. His hunger was feeding mine, making me lose all the nits and bits of control I still had. He grabbed my butt cheek and squeezed tightly, making me gasp from pain. That was precisely what he aimed for, as that way his tongue could find its way inside my mouth, and his teeth could bite on my lower lip. I moaned although it was silenced. His kiss was raw, brutal even, but I gave in to him with nothing but pleasure.
When I needed to take a breath, I tried gently pulling away. He harshly grabbed my hair, keeping me in place. It was clear, by now, he was the one making the rules here. I didn’t try to struggle, I knew how to be a good girl. I was a professional London escort after all.
He let me go when he was out of breath, too. I started rapidly catching deep breaths, but his hand grabbed my neck, strangling me a little. I remained calm, taking in, much wanted by me, the air in small sips, just as small as he let me.
“You like it?” he asked me.
I swallowed, feeling the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I tried to speak out but couldn't, so I only nodded.
“Good slut,” he smirked.
He pushed me back a little, letting me go.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered coldly.
I started stripping whilst he impatiently kept on hurrying me up. I stood there all naked and vulnerable, looking at him with a silent plea.
“Go to the other room and kneel,” he said, spanking my arse as I walked past him.
He made me wait for him about 10 minutes or so. I don't know why. Maybe he wanted to see if I would still be kneeling. But I was. I was expecting him to spank me or even something worse. But instead, he just walked up to me. I saw his flaccid penis inches from my face and licked my lips. I wished he would let me give him a blowjob.
“Do you want it?” he asked, caressing my cheek.
I nodded, to which he smiled.
He brushed my cheek again, but stopped mid-gesture and grabbed my head again, pulling backwards. I moaned in pain, but it also brought me pleasure. He twisted my hair around his hand, so that he was sure his grip was stable.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he insisted.
I swallowed a couple of times, and finally I was able to talk.
“Very, very much,” I begged, almost inaudibly, but sincerely.
His cock was still soft, but that wasn't about to stop him. He took it in his hand and slapped me across my face. I didn't even blink, accepting my punishment in peace. I knew he wanted a blowjob, but apparently he enjoyed teasing me.
“Are you going to be a good whore?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered, this time louder.
“Tell me, how badly do you want me to fuck your mouth?” he almost yelled at me.
“That's the only thing I want,” I said, looking him dead in the eye, “I want you to own all my holes.”
“Yes, you do?” he half-stated, half-questioned, brushing the tip of his cock against my lips.
“Yes,” I said, not moving an inch, although I desperately wanted to lick him.
“Open your mouth,” he barked another order at me.
Just as obediently as I listened to his previous directions, I fulfilled it.
He stopped holding his dick only to put two fingers in my mouth and spread it even wider. My jaw started hurting, but I wanted to please him. He fingered my mouth a little, check if I have a gag reflex. I loved deepthroats, and I shivered from pleasure, thinking about his use of my throat. Once he was satisfied, he stopped, and spat in my mouth.
“Don't swallow,” he said and spat in it again.
Obviously, I didn't swallow. I stayed perfectly still, not just because he was holding me, but because I wanted to. Despite being a professional London escort, I really enjoyed my job.
He pushed the head of his still flat cock inside my mouth, and only now I noticed how big it was. It was easier because it was still soft, but he kept on pushing until he was balls deep inside my throat. I wanted to cough, but I couldn't. I started choking a bit, earning a slap. “Behave, you slut,” he said.
Yes, Sir, I thought to myself, feeling my panties getting wet.
“Behave, you slut,” he said.
Yes, Sir, I thought to myself, feeling my panties getting wet.
He started fucking my mouth at the fast pace. I was choking, but he wasn't about to let me breathe. Quite the contrary. His free hand ended up pinching my nose shut. He wanted me to choke on his cock. I could feel his balls slapping against my chin with every move. I was wondering if it hurt him or me more. This aspect of BDSM spoke to me the most, balancing on the thin line in between pleasure and pain.
I started seeing black spots and got afraid I would pass out, but at this moment, he stopped and pulled out. He was still holding me by my hair, but I could finally take a breath.
“Keep your mouth open, whore,” he said harshly and slapped me again.
He wasn't about to go easy on me. I could feel half of my face going numb from the hit, and I moaned from pleasure.
“You like it, don't you?” he asked, caressing my lower lip with his thumb, he grabbed it and pulled a little, “You are just so horny for me.”
“Yes,” I whined, but he was still holding my lips, it came out like an incoherent mumble.
He grabbed his cock again; this time I opened my mouth without the command. He was clearly teasing me, tapping the head of his member against my lips, tongue, and using it to slap me. I wanted to deepthroat him already. I could feel my arousal rising, and rising so high I thought it was impossible. Every cell of my body was longing for him, but I couldn't just say so. He was the one in charge, I was the one that was here only for his pleasure. I wanted him to use me like a toy.
He started fucking my mouth again, this time even faster. His left hand was still holding my head in place, with his free hand on my cheek. He slid his thumb inside the side of my mouth. This way he was holding it a little bit more open. It was uncomfortable and quite painful, but I didn't say anything, I was moaning despite having my mouth full. I always wanted to find a good BDSM dominant.
“I think I'm going to come in your mouth first,” he announced, looking down at me with a smirk.
“Yes, please,” I said, but it sounded more like a mumble again.
I knew he could not understand me, but I hoped he would get the idea.
He sped up even more, stopping only for a second, during which he pulled out and spat in my mouth again. Despite the pain of his hard, big cock, penetrating my throat, I also felt him pulsating and throbbing. I knew he was getting close and I longed for his orgasm more than mine. If only I were able to talk, I would beg for his cum.
His thrusts got stronger and even deeper, as if that was possible, I knew he was going to come soon. Suddenly, he pulled out. I started coughing, only now noticing how this deepthroat was gagging me. Spit was running down my neck and breasts.
“Mouth open,” he reminded me, but this time I had a hard time obeying his wish.
I desperately needed to cough, but he was holding my head straight, making it unable for me to bend and do it properly. Finally, I managed to suppress the urge and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Only now, I noticed he was already jerking off. He came and I welcomed the warm, tasty treat on my tongue. Too bad he didn’t cum during the deepthroat, but I wasn’t about to complain. I waited patiently, even though I wanted to swallow, I wasn’t sure what he expected of me.
“Swallow, you dirty slut,” he said quietly, looking deep in my eyes with lust.
I stared back into his eyes, and did as he asked, licking my lips clean afterwards.
“Stand up,” he said, letting go of my hair.
I stood up, not even trying to cover my naked body. I was his, this is what ownership and BDSM was about.
He brushed my hair and then dragged his hand throughout the length of my spine. Then, he leaned forward, so close I felt his breath on my neck.
“What do you want?” he asked quietly, the warm air making my skin oddly sensitive and somehow connected with my g-spot.
“I want you to own me,” I said proudly and added, “Please, Sir.”
He moved, so that our lips were almost touching.
“Wait for me in bed.”