That Look

The circumstances of life have prevented us having any time alone in the house for quite some time and there are some things which are just so much more fun without the threat of being overheard. But on this night we are alone; an empty house and scope for indulgence in the noisiest of activities. There is always the temptation to squeeze as much as possible into these times, to play every game and use every toy, to run riot with the myriad of possibilities and risk losing the chance to savour their individual flavours. Resisting that temptation can be hard. So I focus on the two things that I crave eternally, to spank you and to fuck you.

To start I bring you over my knee so I can feel your weight pressing down on my thighs and my cock. The simple intimacy of the position and the physical contact between us make it one of my favourites. I reach down to your calves for the first few slaps watching the pressure of your toes against the floor as I hit you. The silk dress that covers your thighs feels good to stroke but better to spank, smooth and soft against my palm. I warm your skin through the silk, occasionally stopping to flatten out the inevitable wrinkles over the curves of your cheeks. Unhurried, I uncover those cheeks although as always I’m torn between a leisurely reveal and rapid, harsh exposure.

With your dress around your waist and knickers at the top of your thighs the spanking continues, gentle, light taps because there is still a long way to go and so much more I want to do. Your pale skin is flushed now, the alteration of colour sending thrills down my spine and of course directly to my cock. Bracing one arm across your back I finish with a volley of persistent and solid smacks which make you visibly flinch. Sitting back I consider filling my hand with your hair so it overflows through my fingers, tugging hard and watching the shock spread through your whole body but I reject the thought, this time.

The scene shifts but the spanking continues. Now you’re bent over the chair, silk dress hanging open at the front and knickers discarded. My belt buckle is unyielding in my hand as I wrap the worn leather over your fair flesh, again and again and again. There’s an exclusive, personal touch about using my belt, a secret shared by you and me, there for all to see and no one to know. I’m not gentle, by now the demon is taking over but the slickness between your legs tells me you need it that way. I sit down, as you watch with hooded eyes. I unzip my cock and you obey willingly when I tell you to sit astride me. Your eyes change dramatically as my cock fills you, always, without fail, the revelation. I push up, pull your hips roughly down, study your face and fuck you. I allow you to come because I want you to be grateful and my cock slick with your juices when you get down on your knees to suck me.

You are stripped and surrendered face down on the bed, head buried in crisp sheets, wrists chained to ankles. The position looks uncomfortable but it presents your bottom so perfectly for the paddle and your cunt is ideally placed for the inevitable fucking that will follow. I know the first whack hurts but I continue. I see you flinch and squirm, watch the redness of your upturned tender bottom deepen and hit you harder. I taunt your slippery and enraged clit, play with your desire then bring the paddle down again. I can see the pain swell through you but the involuntary words that come spilling from your lips are all the encouragement I need. I strike you fiercely and relentlessly.

The view of your freshly spanked bottom enthralls me as I circle my cock in my hand, press it to your clit and rub its length. I could easily come like this, jacking off between your legs, cock rammed against your clit. But instead I enter you, hold tight to your hips and thrust, it is so very good, so faultless fucking you like this. The powerlessness of your predicament, your inability to move and the complete lack of eye contact impels me to use you. You are simply my toy, my possession, mine to exploit. But I have no doubt you want it this way, you push back at every stroke, take as much as you can and yet always desperate for more.

To finish I have you on your back, wrists chained to ankles and legs spread wide allowing me all the access I require. Your delectable cunt is open and wanting, I enter you again, deeply but slowly, restraining myself as much as I can although I’m ready to explode. As I increase the pace, driving in and out with swifter strokes you give me that look. Your eyes dare me, encourage me, will me to let go, I’ve seen it so many times now, defiant, strong, powerful and utterly clear. That look. As always it inflames me, incenses me, allows me to relinquish control and fuck you with honest abandon, true to myself.