kaylalords
Bend me to your will, mark me as yours, claim me. I happily submit to you; I hand over all power and control. I am yours.
Use me, abuse me, take me, claim me. I am yours.
Half of him wanted to cover her smooth skin in kisses, licking her most sensitive spots. The other half wanted to spank her, paddle her, flog her until she was marked so she never forgot who she belonged to.
Half of her wanted to ride him as if her were a stallion, demanding all of him. The other half wanted to lay beneath him and await his pleasure...
She was trapped. Bound, gagged, spread, waiting for his touch. Her body quivered in anticipation. She knew that his touch would bring pleasure and pain. She craved both. Her mind became still and calm the longer she waited. Her confidence in his ability to give her what she needed grew with each passing moment.
She had never been called to the principal's office before. A straight-A student, she was one of the good girls.
"I hope I haven't been a bad girl, Sir," she whispered to him as he stood before her, with a stern look on her face.
"Oh, you've been very bad, young lady," he said. "And you're going to have to be punished."
His tongue moved down her body as if he were licking the icing off a cupcake. There was force behind each lick. He tasted her, savoring the feel of her skin against his tongue.
She didn't know exactly what a stretcher bar was for...until he touched her clit. She realized quickly that she couldn't close her legs or move away. She was at his mercy. His fingers stroked mercilessly while she mewled and cried. Tears gave way to screams as she felt her orgasm build. She decided she liked the stretcher bar.
Her clothes, her make-up, her hair done just so - those are mere decorations, trappings. He looks forward to unwrapping her and getting to the gift of her body and soul beneath the wrapping paper. He will play with his toy until she screams for mercy and release, until she shivers and trembles at his touch, until she can take no more.
It was once a shiny, bright doorknob. Now, it sat there dusty and forgotten. The room behind it held a world of treasures that no one would get to see, because no one knew it was there. Forgotten and alone, the doorknob rusted away while the room behind it molded away.
Seeing her with the bandages on her arms, he wanted to kill himself. Why didn't she use the safe word? Why didn't he know better?!
Why was she looking at him with that devilish gleam in her eyes?
"Honey, these are worth every scar. I can't wait to go at it again," she smirked.
"Put your hand here...lean over here...arch your back like this...more...perfect!"
She needed him to be her adviser so she would know exactly how to please him. His pleasure was her pleasure. She couldn't wait to feel him against her while she was in this position.
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