Making you mine

"Calm, little one... stay calm... try to relax and breathe..."

It's only moments since you came for me, the orgasm ripped from your body with a savage intensity. Your screams still echo in the room. Your blood is liquid fire. The sharp slap of my hand on your arse is fresh in your memory: a sweet, hot pain, still burning. Delicious convulsions ripple through you, barely conscious of anything but pleasure and pain, your every nerve ending tingling, your body on edge, trembling, shaking.

You're mine, completely.

I whisper softly in your ear, your orgasm not letting go, my breath hot and lustful against your cheek. I hold you close on the rug, my body spooned around yours from behind, the soft fur of the rug brushing against your skin as you tremble in my arms. Your clit pulses... pulses... pulses... not stopping... your nerve ends tingling, the hot pain from my hand still burning on your arse, on your thighs, your clit still feeling that last stroke of my fingers, throbbing at the memory.

My hands move up from your waist, towards your breasts, my fingertips brushing across your nipples, pinching them softly. You groan again, the slightest touch bringing back the convulsions, bucking against me. It's clear you need more, rather urgently.

"Do you need to come again, little one?" I whisper. I pinch your nipples again, a little harder.

"Roger... I... ohhhhh... ohhh god..."

You writhe at my touch, feeling my chest against your back, my hard cock warm and pulsing, nestled between your buttocks. You press back against me, needing to feel it. Still tugging gently on one of your nipples, my other hand drifts down over your belly, my fingertip brushing across your clit so delicately. You groan again, your body bucking up towards my finger.

"Do you need to come, little one?" I whisper. "Tell me... tell me if you need it..."

The tone is soft but the implication is still there. You know that your orgasm is entirely dependent now upon my will and you already realise that I'm going to make you beg. You know you'll surrender willingly.

"Roger... please... I... uunhhhhh... ohh fuck... fucckk..."

"I know you need it... tell me... tell me what you need..."

My finger is circling your clit now, rubbing, stroking, your muscles taut, arching up to my finger. My body is pressed into yours, enclosing you, my voice still whispering in your ear. You're lost in me, surrounded by me.

"uunnhhhhhh... fucckkkk... ohhh please Roger... let me come... fuckk... ohhhh I need to come..."

"Tell me again, little one... tell me what you need..." My fingers rub harder, faster, my cock warm and pulsing between your buttocks, responding to your need...

"ohhhhhh god... I need... unnhhhhhhh... I need to come Roger... please... ohhh god please make me come... I don't think I can hold it... please..."

"Such a little whore..." I breathe, and my words ignite you, a hot trigger. "Then come for me... don't hold it back... come for me..." My thumb skids across your clit, circling faster... harder... and it's all you can do to stop yourself from screaming. As you begin to convulse my fingers slide down to your cunt, slipping easily between the pouting wet lips, and I thrust them... all the way inside you... three of my fingers suddenly sliding deep and hard into your cunt, filling you. Your fingers grab at me, clutching, as your orgasm starts to surge through your body. There's a delicious wet splash, a sudden gush of your wetness spilling over my thrusting fingers, and you come... hard...

Your orgasm is explosive, intense, your body wracked with delicious convulsions, grabbing onto me, arching, writhing... and I can't take much more. I can feel my penis pulsing hard against your arse, wanting you, needing you. Needing to fuck you.

As your body convulses I draw you quickly up onto all fours, my erect penis slipping between your thighs, the head skidding against the dripping wetness of your cunt. I can't wait, I need it now. With one long, delicious thrust, I slide the full length of my cock deep inside you, your cunt engulfing my erect penis as I drive it deeper, flooding over me.

And with that first, exquisite thrust, you scream again...