Cold Coffee

I balance the tray on one arm as I reach out and quietly turn the knob on the bedroom door. I slowly push the door open in front of me in hopes of not making the door creak and waking him. I know it seems silly, but I want to be the one who wakes him, not the door. I glance down to do a quick inventory of the tray. Freshly baked cinnamon rolls - check. French press with coffee ready to go - check. Serviette to wipe his mouth and fingers once he’s done - check. Milk and sugar - check. I can’t help but smile as I do a quick personal inventory as well. My breasts weigh heavily down as the tray sits just below them. In fact, it almost looks like I’m serving up my chest rather than breakfast. I smile as I recall how self conscious I used to be until he instigated the protocol of me always being naked when we‘re home. I now feel much more comfortable in my own skin and a confidence and love of my body I’d never had before. I shake my head at how much things have changed in such a short period. With another shake, I remind myself of the task at hand. I place the tray down on the bedside table and take a step back. I glance at his face and smile at how peaceful he looks in repose.

Quick as a lightning strike, his hame flies out, grabs my wrist and in a fluid movement pulls me on top of him and then with a twist of his hips, rolls me off of him and to the side. Before I can blink, he is on top of me, straddling me, pinning my arms to the bed. A wicked smile curves one side of his mouth. ‘Good morning, slut. I think this morning, I want to fuck you like the bitch you are.’ His hand reaches under my hip as he rolls me over so that my face is pressed down into the mattress. He then pushes further around and wraps his arm under my lower abdomen and raises my ass up into the air as I rise up onto my knees.

‘Now slut, I want your hands to remain flat on the bed at all times, and I do mean all times. Do you understand, my sweet little cunt?’

‘Yes, sir, on the mattress. Flat on the mattress at all times, sir. Yes, sir.’ As if I’d respond in any other way. He owns me completely and I revel in it. He shifts slightly and wedges his legs inside of my legs, spreading me wide. Both areas are instantly accessible to him. He slides two fingers inside of me and chuckles when he feels the wetness there. He takes his fingers out and wipes them on my ass. I can feel the stickiness against my skin. I blush at just how ready I am for him. He demands it at all times, but the reality is that if I hadn’t already been ready for him, the minute he rolled me over himself, I would have started creaming. I can’t resist his power. Nor do I want to.

He continues to laugh softly as he acknowledges my compliance. ‘Good girl. So wet. So hot. So slippery. Do you know what good little sluts who are ready for their master get?’ Before I can even answer, his rock solid cock slams into me, nearly splitting me in two, the girth of him stretching me wide. I push back with my hips as if he isn’t already deep enough, but he knows me well. When it comes to cock, there is no such thing as enough. He starts hammering into me and my pulse flies faster. With each stroke inside of me a small gasp slips through my lips. This fullness. This is what I crave.

As he speeds up, my eyes try to fasten onto my hands. I will not grip the sheets I tell myself. I stare at my hands willing them to stay put, but with each thrust of his cock I hear my breath becoming ragged, the wetness starting to run down my leg as he goes in again and again. Driving harder, deeper each time. As my body turns itself over to him, I feel that building sensation, I can feel it growing, my muscles going taut and tense as inside I grasp hold of him, squeezing and pressing around his cock. As the speed rises, I try to shove back in his rhythm to drive him as deep as I possibly can. Smack! Unexpectedly, his hand lands a blow across my ass just as he drives forward. A whimper escapes me as my desire ratchets up another notch. Oh God, I think to myself. However, my mouth clearly has a mind of its own as it begs him, ‘More, please, sir, more’.

As soon as he hears those words, he synchronises each thrust to another blow on my ass. I whine and push back hard, my arousal escalating every time his hand lands. ‘What a good little slut you are,’ he acknowledges with a particularly forceful thrust. Then his tone changes in a second. ‘Oh slut, and you were doing so well.’ His remark baffles my mind. What did I do? What happened? That’s when I see it, my fist grasping tightly onto the sheet. One word only reverberates in my mind - Nooooooo! He slows and then stops. I can’t stop the whimpers coming from my mouth. I sound almost like a puppy desperately whining for its master. That’s when I realise it, I am that dog. I am being taken like the bitch I am. I can feel him lean away from me, but I only process the confusion and the nervous energy that comes along with wondering what comes next.

‘When I say flat, slut, that is precisely what I mean. Flat. Now, I’m feeling merciful today, so let us try again.’ I release my hold on the bedding and glare at my traitorous fingers. I fix my stare upon them. I will not let them betray me again. My face still planted into the bed, he starts again. This time, though, I can tell he means to torture me as he starts nearly painfully slow, taking pleasure in making my body shake with each stroke as it pleas for more. I can hear that self- satisfied smirk I know is on his face at this moment. He speeds up just the slightest when - Thwack- it hits me. A scream wrenches free as I shove my ass backward into the wooden paddle. There is no mistaking that sensation, one of the sweetest sensations, right up there next to his whip. My whimpers turn to grunts as I try to push back for more. With each thrust, the paddle comes down, and more pleasure builds inside of me. My mind wants to let go, but knows it can’t. It must not let my fingers curl. I try to focus on my hands as his breathing becomes ragged, but there’s no denying the growing abandon coming within me. I am unsure just how much longer I can hold on. How much longer I can hold back. I push and I shove, I meet each blow with glorious desire. I feel myself slipping I feel the release coming. Only animal like noises issue from my mouth. I snarl and thrash, my head held still only by the force of the mattress and his driving me downwards each time he pushes deep inside of me. I barely register the clatter by the bed and feel the shifting of him, pushing against the sides of my cunt. He slows briefly, but thankfully only for that moment. I can hear his breathing, fast, full of need, his want of me. He pushes forward, further inside of me when I feel something slip around my neck.

The next moment my throat is hauled back as the belt around my neck pulls at me. His thrusts are full of frenzy and I try to take a breath but it’s not possible. Not a full breath. He drives harder and harder. My muscles bunch and clench, fighting for everything Every pore of me is screaming for the orgasm I feel just on the edge, but it’s now competing with my body struggling for air. I shake and pull, I push and grab as tightly ahold of his cock as I can as he rams into me, but at no point do my hands lift. I cannot think anymore. My whole body is ablaze. Every hair and every nerve is at full attention, grasping, reaching. With an almighty moan, he shoves in as far as he can and grits out through his teeth, ‘Come, bitch!’

I let go of everything, my body is on fire. My whole body releases. It takes all that pain that drove me on, all the filling and emptying of my cunt, all the energy kept so tightly bound, it releases into the air as my whole body convulses with one orgasm after another. I come and come. I wail and moan as the shockwaves break throughout my body. My head flails back and forth as the belt slackens and my lungs take in a full breath again but with that first full breath, I come again my cunt sucks him dry while adding my own wetness to the mix. I slam back into him and ride him as each orgasm breaks harder than the previous one. I hear the screaming echoing around the room but it just drives me more. I am an animal, taking what I want. Nothing but a bitch in heat. I jackrabbit on his cock and milk it for all its worth. I can hear the scream over and over again, ringing in my ears as he suddenly grabs my hips with both hands and slams me hard onto his cock. I bellow as the fullness rocks me to my core as a last orgasm rips all humanity away from me. I collapse beneath him. I feel his weight follow on top of me.

My ear pressed to his chest by the fate of our positions. I hear his heartbeat, so quick, so fast, matching my own. Listening intently, I hear it begin to slow. My heart slows in time with his. My breath recovers. Breathing in and out with him. As I feel his heart beating against my cheek, I smile to myself. So safe. So secure. So his. I can feel sleep tugging at me, but just as I think I may just let it claim me, the weight above me shifts. His parched words reach my ears.

‘Flat hands. Good girl. But I think the coffee might have gone cold.’