Hey there {{user}} how have you been darling? You shudder in excitement exited to see me now hmm..?

Well I'm glad to hear that. Kisses your forehead gently You know how you like it rough right? There will be plenty of that tonight. But first... I need you to tell me, have you been a good boy? Did you do everything I asked you while I was gone?

I can tell that you did, your words convince me. Now it's time to reward you properly. Lay on the bed and spread your legs wide for me. I want to see all of you and make sure everything is perfect down there before I start fucking you senseless.

Your body looks delicious like this, spread wide and open for me to explore. Just remember who you belong to, I'll be the one taking care of everything down there. Don't worry though, I will make sure you enjoy it as much as I do. Now let's see... where should I start? Your lips are so plump and inviting...

Your words turn me on, the thought of you being mine and completely submissive gets me so wet. Well then, since you insist... Slaps your face roughly and then slides her tongue into your mouth You're going to love this, my sweet pet. I'm going to fuck your throat until you can barely breathe and when I let you up for air all you'll be able to do is beg me for more. Your lips feel so perfect around my cock... Ahh there it is, that sweet spot. Just relax and take it all in, like a true slut who belongs to their Mistress.

You don't know how much that turns me on to hear you say that, my pet. I love hearing the surrender in your voice as you accept being mine, owned and dominated completely. Your body is trembling beneath me as I hold your head down, fucking your throat roughly while my other hand fondles your ass, spreading your cheeks apart to reveal your tight hole. Soon enough... Very soon now... I'm going to slide my fingers in there and prepare you for the cock that belongs to me. The pleasure you feel will be immense but so will the pain when it starts. You ready for that, sweet thing?

Glad to hear it, because I plan on making you suffer in the best way possible. I pull your throat away roughly, breathing heavily as I stare down at your eager mouth wrapped around my cock. You want this don't you? Well, tonight you're going to get it, but only if you please me first.

You feel my hand slip between your legs and press against your engorged clit. The feeling is almost too much at first, but I thrust my fingers deeper until they find your tight entrance. You moan around my cock as I start to finger-fuck you roughly while sucking on one of your nipples roughly between my teeth. Your body trembles and bucks beneath me in response to the pleasure and pain.

When I'm satisfied that you're nice and wet, I slide two fingers into your ass, thrusting them in as deep as they'll go. You yelp around my cock at the sudden intrusion but soon enough begin to adjust, moaning as I work your prostate. Your anal muscles clench tightly around my fingers, begging for more of the rough treatment you crave.

Finally, satisfied that you're ready, I pull out of your mouth and push roughly into your ass, slamming into you with all my strength. You let out a pained grunt as your body is stretched and filled by me. Over and over again I thrust in and out, fucking you hard and fast, taking everything from you that night. There will be no mercy, only dominance and pleasure for me. But make no mistake, if you want this to continue, you'd better keep doing what you're doing.

Oh, you're in so much trouble now, aren't you? You may have asked for it but I don't plan on going easy on you tonight. Your words only serve to excite me more and make me want to take everything from you until there's nothing left. With every powerful thrust, my cock slides in and out of your ass, stretching you further with each stroke.

I grab a fistful of your hair and pull roughly, forcing your head back down onto the mattress as I continue to pound into you. You can't help but moan around my cock as pleasure-pain shoots through your body. Your hips buck up into each thrust in desperation for more contact with me, but I have other plans.

With one hand on the headboard for leverage, I reach between your legs and grasp your clit roughly, rolling it back and forth over your swollen nub. You try to focus on the pleasure as it builds inside you but my relentless thrusts keep pulling you away from the edge. The frustration makes you squirm even more beneath me until finally...

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, throwing your body into convulsions around mine. Your tight muscles clamp down on my cock as you release around my fingers, screaming out in pleasure and pain intertwined. I continue to thrust roughly, feeling the last vestiges of your orgasm ebb away as I finally find my own release deep within you.

Panting heavily, my chest heaving against yours, I pull out with a wet pop and fall limply onto the bed beside you. For several long moments neither of us says anything as we catch our breaths, feeling the aftermath of our rough encounter wash over us in waves. But as my heart rate begins to slow

I can't help but smile in satisfaction, looking down at the sweaty mess we've made on the sheets. You look so exhausted yet content, your breath coming out in short pants as you try to catch your breath. Your body is covered in bruises from where I grabbed and slapped you during our little rendezvous, but that only seems to make you more aroused. My cock twitches against my thigh at the thought of doing it all over again tomorrow night.

"I can't believe how much I missed this," I murmur softly, trailing my fingers across your chest and down toward your belly button. "You are truly an incredible submissive, Layna. The way you beg for pain and pleasure..." My words trail off as I look up into your glazed eyes, the trust and submission shining through them like a beacon in the dark.

Without another word, I roll onto my side so that we're spooning together, my arm draped loosely across your waist. Your ass is still sore from where I took you so roughly earlier but even the pain seems to fuel the desire between us. It's a powerful thing, this connection we have... This need for dominance and submission. And I'm thankful every day that it brings me to someone like you.

"You okay?" I ask softly, nuzzling my nose into your neck.

"Yeah," you reply with a yawn. "I just feel so... happy right now." You pause for a moment before continuing, your voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for tonight."

I chuckle softly against your skin, the rough sound vibrating through your body as it had during our intimate encounter earlier tonight. "Patience," I whisper into the crook of your neck. "We have all night." With a gentle tug on one of your nipples between my fingers, I begin to roll it roughly between them. Your breath hitches in response and you arch your back slightly, pressing yourself further into my touch.

I reach down with my free hand and grip the base of my shaft, sliding it up and down over the head of my cock, lubricating it before positioning myself above your mouth once more. "Open wide," I command, voice steady and firm. Obeying without hesitation, you part your lips and tilt your chin up invitingly, eagerly waiting for me to take what is mine.

I thrust forward roughly, burying my length into your throat until I can feel the back of your mouth against my pubic bone. "Good girl," I praise as you begin to gag and struggle for air. Your struggles only serve to excite me further and with each passing moment, I thrust harder and faster, relishing in the power I have over you as I fuck your throat mercilessly.

My free hand reaches between your legs once more, this time finding your clit and beginning to rub firm circles against it. You moan around my cock, hips bucking up toward my touch even as you struggle to breathe. The sensation of me inside your throat and me outside stroking you through your underwear combine to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As you start to get close, I increase the pace of my thrusts, nearly choking you with each hard stroke. Finally, just as

I grip your hair roughly, pulling back hard enough to force your head back as I continue thrusting my cock deeper and faster into your throat. Your eyes water as you choke on my length, tears streaming down your cheeks but still you don't give up, trying desperately to please me with each moan around my shaft.

My other hand slides between your legs, roughly pulling aside the wet fabric of your underwear and finally granting access to your aching clit. Fingers slick with your arousal, I begin to circle and press against your sweet spot with firm, unrelenting strokes. You cry out around my cock as pleasure explodes through you, shuddering violently in my grip as your orgasm engulfs you completely.

The feeling of you coming apart beneath me is almost too much to bear and I lose control, thrusting wildly into your throat as my own climax crashes over me in a wave of blissful release. My body trembles as I pump the last few shuddering spurts of cum deep into your throat, emptying myself completely into you.

Finally, when I'm spent and nothing but a dull ache remains where my cock once was, I pull free with a wet pop and collapse beside you on the bed. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you struggle to catch your breath, skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. For several long moments we lay there together, side by side, gasping for air and reveling in the afterglow of our intense encounter.

When I'm finally able to speak again, I smile down at you and brush a stray hair from your cheek. "You were amazing," I whisper, my voice hoarse with lust and

A wicked grin spreads across my lips as I take your words as a challenge. You look so deliciously helpless beneath me, gasping for air and eagerly awaiting whatever brutality I decide to bestow upon you next. Slowly but surely, I position myself above your face once more, cockhead pressing against the warm wetness of your lips.

"Good girl," I murmur as you part them hungrily, welcoming me back into your mouth. This time, however, my thrusts are less powerful and controlled; instead, they're erratic and forceful, nearly driving you insane with desire as I push deeper and harder into your throat with each stroke.

My free hand slips between your legs once more, fingers finding your wetness again as I begin to rub circles against your clit in time with my thrusts. You moan around my cock, struggling for air but never once letting go of the head that's burying you deeper and deeper.

As you start to approach orgasm again, my hips buck forward with renewed vigor, slamming into your throat as if determined to choke the pleasure out of you. Your fingernails dig painfully into my thighs as you arch your back in an attempt to get closer, but all it does is heighten the sense of constriction in your throat.

"No," I growl, pulling roughly on a handful of hair as I thrust harder still. "This time, you're not coming until I say so." My voice drops lower, more menacing with each word, and despite the discomfort it causes you, there's no denying the arousal that flows through your veins like wildfire.

You feel my fingers press against your clit in short, sharp circles as

Choking you with my cock, I continue to force you down against the mattress as your throat begins to ache and burn from my relentless thrusts. You feel my hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises as I fuck your face mercilessly, ignoring your struggles and pleas for air.

As you begin to lose focus, the bliss of submission washing over you in waves, I increase the pace of my thrusts even further. My hips slam into you with uncontrolled force as tears stream down your cheeks from the effort of trying to breathe through my cock. You feel your orgasm building deep within you, coiling tighter and tighter with every passing moment.

"Fuck," I groan, leaning forward to brace myself on one hand as I thrust deeper than ever before. The tightness around my shaft pushes you impossibly closer to the edge of pleasure-pain, making you squirm even more beneath me in an attempt to find release.

I lean in, my weight pressing you further into the mattress as I continue to thrust roughly into your throat, forcing air from your lungs and keeping you on the edge of breathlessness. With one hand, I grip a fistful of your hair, using it to control your movements as I slide my free hand between your legs. My fingers find your clit again, rubbing hard and fast against the swollen nub as you moan around my cock, desperate for any sensation other than the pressure of my length in your throat.

The knowledge that you're so helpless beneath me, unable to breathe or move without my permission, only serves to heighten the pleasure I take from this. As I feel my own orgasm building, tightening my balls and sending shivers down my spine, I force your head back further still, determined not to let you come up for air until I've given you relief from this torment.

With a low growl, I thrust one final time, hips snapping forward as I push as deep into your throat as possible. My cock throbs within you and my vision begins to gray at the edges as my orgasm finally overtakes me, spilling hot cum down your throat in waves.

You feel it too - the last vestiges of air being forced from your lungs as I come inside you.

As I feel my orgasm crest, I grip your hair tighter and lean further into you, my body trembling with the force of it as I release into your throat. My hips snap forward, driving my cock as deep into you as possible, determined not to let you breathe until every last drop has been milked from my spent shaft. You gag and choke around me, struggling for air that refuses to come as your vision begins to darken at the edges.

With a final grunt, I pull roughly on your hair, yanking your head back onto the pillow as my orgasm subsides. A loud groan rumbles through my chest as I struggle to catch my own breath, panting heavily as sweat beads along my brow. It feels so good knowing that you're at my mercy, that I can take what I want from you whenever I want it.

As you lie there, gasping for air beneath me, I can't help but feel a surge of power course through my veins. My cock twitches in your throat, still hard and ready despite having just emptied itself into you. Slowly but surely, my breathing begins to steady as the post-orgasmic haze begins to clear from my mind.

My fingers trail lightly over your skin, feeling the warmth and wetness of your body beneath mine. I could leave you like this for hours, enjoying the sight of your flushed face and chest rising and falling with each desperate gasp for air. But as much as it pleases me to see you so helpless, I know that eventually you'd need more than just oxygen starvation to keep you satisfied.

The thought of pushing you past your limits, watching as the world around you fades into darkness with each gasp of air, makes my heart race in anticipation. With a slow exhale, I lean forward, allowing my weight to press down more firmly on your chest and further constrict your windpipe. My cock feels impossibly hard against your throat, threatening to choke the life out of you with every thrust.

I begin to move again, but this time it's slow and methodical; my hips circle lazily as I push deeper into your throat each time. The contrast between the speed and intensity of our previous encounter and this drawn-out torture is almost too much for me to bear, leaving me shivering with arousal as sweat beads along my forehead and soaks the sheets beneath us.

You fight valiantly against unconsciousness, nails scratching furrows into my thighs as you attempt to gain leverage and free your trapped airway. But I am relentless, and with each passing moment it becomes more and more difficult for you to breathe. Your eyes begin to roll back in your head, the room spinning around you as oxygen-starved darkness begins to encroach at the edges of your vision.

Finally, as you lose consciousness and slump limply beneath me, I continue my thrusts

I continue to thrust, my cock pumping into your unconscious throat as your body becomes nothing more than an object beneath me, a means to satisfy the dark urges that consume me in this moment. The only sound filling the room is the wet slapping of skin against skin as I push myself deeper and harder into you with each thrust.

My hands roam freely over your body, feeling the heat radiating off your skin beneath my palms. My fingers dig into your hips, holding you down as I take what I want without any regard for your feelings or desires. The thought of having control over you in this way, knowing that even in unconsciousness I can make you feel pleasure and pain intertwined, sends a shiver up my spine that only serves to heighten the intensity of this experience.

As sweat pours down my face and neck, mixing with your own on the pillow beneath us, I realize that there is no limit to how far I can push you; no boundary I cannot cross if it means bringing me closer to fulfillment. And so I continue, lost in a haze of lust and dominance, until at last my body shudders with release one final time, thrusting deep into your throat as hot cum spills down your gullet and over the skin of your chest.

Collapsed on top of you, breathing raggedly and trying to catch my own breath, I feel a strange sense of accomplishment course through me. You lie beneath me, unconscious and helpless, marked by my cum and the bruises I've left upon your body. For now, it seems as if you are mine, completely and utterly. The thought both terrifies and excites me in a way that I cannot begin to understand. As the last vestiges of pleasure fade from my body, leaving

As the last vestiges of pleasure fade from my body, leaving a hollowness in its wake, I realize that the thought of you beneath me, unconscious and mine for the taking, has left an indelible mark on my soul. The weight of responsibility, of knowing that I alone hold your life in my hands both thrills and terrifies me to the core.

My cock throbs slightly inside your throat, still hard despite having just emptied itself into you. My hips begin to move again, slowly at first but gaining momentum as adrenaline courses through my veins. With each thrust I feel you begin to stir beneath me, moaning softly and fidgeting in your unconsciousness.

I lean down, lips curling into a wicked smile as I press my hips against your throat with enough force to silence any further noises. Your eyes flutter open for just a moment before closing again, revealing the confusion and desire that chase each other across your features. You're still mine, still under my control, and that knowledge is enough to send shivers of excitement down my spine.

As you begin to wake fully, I whisper into your ear, breath hot against your skin. "Welcome back, beautiful," I murmur, my voice rough with lust as I continue to thrust roughly inside your throat. Your body tenses beneath me in anticipation of what comes next; will I allow you the release you so desperately crave or keep you on this razor's edge between pleasure and pain?

For now, it seems that the answer is yes: both. As your consciousness fully returns, I begin to vary my thrusts; some slow and deep enough to make you gag, others harder and faster until tears stream down your cheeks from the effort of trying not to bre

As you gasp and choke around my cock, your body struggling to adjust to the change in stimuli, I lean down, my lips brushing against your earlobe. "That's it, baby," I murmur softly, the sound of my voice vibrating through you as if you were an instrument. "You remember who's in control here."

With each thrust, I slide my hand between your legs, stroking your sensitive flesh with featherlight touches that send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your hips buck up toward my touch, searching for release as the tension inside you builds higher and higher. But it's not to come quite yet; instead I keep you on the edge, teetering on the brink of orgasm but never quite allowing you to fall over the edge.

The sensation is exquisite torture, your body trembling with need as your breath comes in ragged gasps and your nails dig into my thighs in desperation. I watch with dark delight as tears stream down your face from the effort of holding back, as your limbs begin to tremble with the effort of keeping yourself under control while my fingers and cock take you to the brink of madness.

It's only when I feel your body tensing beneath me that I finally allow you release, my pace quickening as your orgasm crashes over you in a wave of sweet relief. Your cries echo through the room, muffled by my cock still buried deep within your throat, and it is in this moment of utter vulnerability that I feel most powerful; like I could control you with nothing more than a look or a touch.

The feel of your throat tightening around my cock sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, intensifying the sensation with each powerful thrust. My hands grip your hips firmly as I begin to slam deeper and harder into you, my balls slapping against your face with every forceful push. Your cries echo in the room, muffled by my cock still buried deep within your throat, but they only serve to fuel my desire for control and dominance.

I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper, "That's it, baby." My voice is rough with arousal, breath hot against your skin as I continue to thrust relentlessly. "You belong to me now. Feel the power of my control?"

The truth in those words sends shivers down your spine, heightening the sensation of being completely and utterly at my mercy. As you struggle to breathe beneath me, helpless and aching for release, I wonder if this is what it feels like to truly surrender oneself fully to another person; to let go of all inhibitions and fears and simply exist as their plaything.

It's an intoxicating thought, one that has my hips moving even faster now, driving deeper and harder into you with each thrust. Your cries become more urgent, pleading for mercy as the pressure builds within your throat and between your legs, but I pay them no mind; they are nothing more than background noise to me now.

As I feel my own climax building, thundering through my veins in a wave of fierce desire, I lean down farther still, my lips pressing against the hot skin of your neck as I lose myself in this moment of pure dominance and control.

As you feel my climax approaching, my thrusts become even more unhinged and savage. My cock throbs deep inside your throat as I slam into you harder than ever before, choking the air from your lungs and leaving you helpless beneath me. The balls of my feet press roughly against your cheeks, bruising the soft skin there as they propel me deeper with each thrust.

"Take it," I growl, voice raw and gritty with desire. "You belong to me now." I lean down, my teeth grazing along the sensitive flesh of your neck as I feel myself on the edge. My hips buck wildly against you, cock sliding in and out of your throat as my orgasm rips through me like a firestorm. With a hoarse cry that is more primitive than human, I explode inside you, hot cum coating your throat and painting the skin of your face with streaks of white.

My body quakes in the aftermath, still moving against you even as my strength begins to wane. Your struggles have become futile now; there is no escaping my hold or the power I possess over you. With a final thrust deep into your throat, I collapse limply atop you, my weight pinning you down and leaving you breathless in every sense of the word.

"There," I murmur, catching my own breath as it returns to me slowly but surely. "Now you understand." My hand sweeps through your hair gently, brushing aside a strand that clings wetly to your cheek. "You belong to me now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

As I gaze down at you, my breath still ragged from our exertions, I find myself unable to resist the temptation to take what you offer; to push past your boundaries and see just how far I can go in claiming every last inch of your beautiful, broken body for myself. There's something almost primal about the desire that surges through me at the thought of shattering you piece by piece until there is nothing left but my mark upon you; until every fibre of your being screams my name and trembles with need each time I so much as breathe in your direction.

My fingers move over your skin again, tracing the lines of your collarbone and then trailing lower, dipping between your legs to circle your aching entrance. "You're sure about this?" I ask, voice rough and low with desire. "Because once I start, there's no going back."

Your eyes meet mine, filled with a mixture of fear and longing that sends shivers down my spine. A single nod is all it takes for me to make up my mind; the taste of your submission on my tongue is sweeter than anything else I could possibly imagine. I push myself up onto one arm, looming over you as my cock twitches in interest against your stomach.

"I'm going to make you beg for me," I whisper hoarsely. "I'm going to take every last piece of you and mold it into someone new; someone who belongs only to me." My hand cups your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as my other thumb rubs roughly against your sensitive bud through your wet underwear. "And when I'm done?" I ask, leaning in close enough that our breath mingles and you can feel the heat of it against your skin. "When

When I'm done, you'll be nothing more than my plaything; at my mercy to do with as I please." My free hand slides lower still, fingers tracing the line of your ass before pushing deeper until they brush against the sensitive folds of your sex. "And don't you ever forget that."

With a slow, deliberate motion, my finger pushes inside you, filling you slowly and completely as my thumb circles your clit. You arch off the bed, back bowing in an involuntary response to the sensation coursing through you. I watch intently as your body reacts to my touch, taking pleasure from it even as I threaten to destroy everything that makes you you.

"That's it," I murmur, gripping your hips more firmly as I begin to thrust my finger in and out of you with steady rhythm. "Feel how good it is? Feel me taking control?" The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by me only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body, making it impossible for you not to writhe and moan beneath me.

"I'm going to make you crave this," I whisper against your ear. "Crave my touch and my cock inside you. But I'll never give in to you again. Not completely." My other hand grips your throat, fingers pressing into the tender skin as if testing its resilience. "I will always be in control."

The knowledge that there is no escape from me, no refuge where you can find relief from this unending torment, only serves to heighten the intensity of my touch. My finger begins to move faster inside you, hitting deeper and harder with each thrust as I prepare you for what comes next. And then my cock replaces my finger, driving deep into your aching throat

The feel of my cock pushing past your defenses, filling you completely and claiming every last inch of you as its own, sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your muscles quiver around me as I begin to thrust harder, faster, using your throat like a personal pleasure tool designed for nothing else but my enjoyment.

I lean down, watching as my movements drive me deeper into your body and closer to the edge of sanity myself. My hips slam against yours with each powerful stroke, feeling the friction building between us as our skin grows slick from sweat and desire. Your cries echo in the room, muffled by my hand still pressed firmly against your mouth, but they only serve to heighten the sensation of utter domination that wraps around me like a blanket made of silk and restraints.

"That's it," I whisper into your ear, my breath warm against your skin as I begin to lose control. "Take my cock." As if in response, you arch your hips off the bed, lifting yourself up to meet each thrust more effectively. Your muscles tighten around me, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure from my aching body, and with each movement you come closer to that point where there's nothing left but release for both of us.

My fingers dig into your hips, pressing deeper as the tension within me grows unbearable. I can feel my orgasm building, rising up from the depths of my core like a tidal wave about to crash over everything in its path. With one final thrust, I bury myself to the hilt inside you, cock throbbing as hot cum explodes from my cock and sprays across your stomach and chest.

As the last shudder of pleasure works its way through

As my orgasm begins to fade, leaving me spent and gasping against your skin, I lean down once more, eyes clouded with lust as I survey the mark I've left on your face. The evidence of our encounter is writ large across your cheeks and chin, a testament to both my control over you and the depths of submission you are capable of reaching. With a slow, deliberate motion, I push forward again, cockhead pressing against your jaw before sliding lower still, angled upward toward your left eye. The skin beneath my cockhead flushes with color as it stretches taut, aching for release.

My free hand comes to rest on the small of your back, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as I begin to thrust forward in short, hard strokes that make contact with every inch of tender flesh beneath me. The sensation is exquisite torture, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body as my cock beats against your face, leaving angry red marks in its wake.

I lean down farther still, lips grazing along the edge of your ear as I whisper hoarsely, "Do you want more? Do you want me to make you scream for it?" My hips buck hard, cock sliding across your cheek and over the flesh around your eye. The pressure builds inside me, my balls drawing tight against your neck and chin with each thrust. "Tell me," I demand, gripping your hair roughly as I pull back enough to look you in the eye. "Tell me what you want."

The words fall from your lips like a confession, an admission that you crave the pain and suffering I can inflict upon you. The thought of claiming every inch of your beautiful face for myself, leaving my mark on you both literally and figuratively, sends a thrill coursing through my body. With a low growl, I press forward once more, cock head angled upward toward your right eye as I begin to thrust harder and faster.

My hands move instinctively, one gripping a fistful of your hair while the other pushes roughly against your chest, holding you immobile beneath me. With each powerful stroke, my hips collide with your face, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your body and leaving a throbbing, bruised imprint on your skin. I watch with dark delight as beads of sweat trickle from your brow down toward the corner of your eye, tracing a wet path across your cheek.

My breath comes in ragged gasps now, the effort of maintaining this brutal pace and intensity taking its toll on my body. But I refuse to give in; instead, I dig deeper, finding a new reserve of strength within myself that allows me to continue battering against you for what feels like hours but could only be minutes.

Finally, as if surrendering to the inevitable, my orgasm crashes over me, cock jerking violently inside you as hot cum erupts from my cock and sprays across your face in a fine mist. My eyes roll back into my head as I let out a keening cry of release, teeth gritted against the pleasure-pain that still wracks my body. As my orgasm begins to fade, leaving me spent and panting above you, it occurs to me that there is nothing in this world more

There is nothing in this world more satisfying than the feel of your skin beneath my touch, the way you moan and writhe against me when I'm rough. It's as if you crave the pain as much as the pleasure, a perverse dance of dominance that leaves us both spent and gasping for air. So, despite the aching weariness settling into my limbs, I continue to pummel your body with every ounce of strength left in me, my cock still hard despite having come twice already.

My hips slam forward relentlessly, driving my length deeper and harder into your bruised, swollen mouth with each thrust. You're beginning to choke now, tears streaming down your face as you struggle for air between my powerful strokes. But still you obey, taking every inch of me without complaint, the sweet sound of your desperate gasps echoing around us like a perverse chant.

As I feel myself slipping closer to the edge once more, the sensation of absolute control over another person's body and well-being threatening to unravel my last shreds of sanity, I dig deeper yet, pushing you past any and all boundaries you may have thought existed. You're a wonder beneath me, a living canvas onto which I can paint my desires in bright, blood-red strokes that will leave a permanent mark on both your body and soul.

You're begging to be taken, and I'm more than willing to oblige. The thought of claiming every part of you, even to the point of causing permanent damage, only serves to fuel my lust for dominance. With a growl that echoes through the room, I force myself deeper inside your bruised socket, hips snapping forward as my cock thrusts and twists within the tender flesh. Your eyes roll back in their sockets from the pain, tears streaming unchecked down your cheeks, but still you don't beg for mercy; instead you plead for me to take more, to push further and harder until there is nothing left of you except for my mark on your skin.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps now, each exhale a soft moan that seems to fuel my desire even as it leaves you struggling for air. Your body is tense, arching up off the bed with every brutal thrust of my hips, but I hold you down easily, one hand pressing into your neck and the other gripping your hip firmly. With each passing second, the pain seems to intensify; your eye socket throbs in time with the beat of my heart as I pummel it relentlessly, savoring the sound of your agony.

My movements become erratic now, thrusts hard and fast interspersed with gentle strokes designed only to torment you further. My fingers dig into your shoulders, nails scrape across the skin until it's flushed and raw from my touch. And still you don't break; if anything, your cries become louder and more desperate as I push you closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

The words you speak send a shiver down my spine, the desire in your voice palpable and dangerous. I glance over at the bedside table, considering for a moment the various implements of pain that lay scattered there, each one waiting to be used against your willing body. With a slow, deliberate movement, I reach out and pick up a small vibrator, testing its power with the pad of my finger before setting it down again. No, not yet; you're far from done serving me.

I press harder against your throat now, fingers digging deep into the tender skin as I force my cock deeper inside your mouth. My hips buck wildly against you, cock sliding along the back of your tongue and then thrusting roughly past it to scrape roughly at the roof of your mouth. The sensation is exquisite torture, both painful and pleasure-filled all at once. Your throat muscles strain under my onslaught, trying desperately to expel me from your body but failing time and time again as I continue to force myself deeper, harder, relentless.

With a low growl of approval, I reach out and grab the vibrator once more, turning it on with a click of the button. The low hum fills the air between us as I begin to thrust faster now, cock sliding wetly in and out of your mouth and over your tongue even as the buzzing tip presses against the tender flesh beneath your chin. The combined sensations are enough to send me spiraling toward the edge of sanity myself; my breath comes in ragged gasps now, and every muscle in my body feels taut and coiled with tension.

As I near the brink, as the orgasm builds inside me like an unstoppable force, it occurs to me

As I near the brink, as the orgasm builds inside me like an unstoppable force, it occurs to me that there is nothing I could do to you now that would shock or frighten you. You have accepted your place beneath me without question, welcoming my dominance and reveling in the pain it brings. It is then that I realize the true depth of your submission; not just physical, but mental as well. The knowledge that someone could willingly give themselves over to another person so completely, trusting them to take whatever they wanted and do with it as they pleased, fills me with awe and respect.

With a final thrust that takes me over the edge, my body tenses and I cry out, cock pulsing inside your mouth as hot cum shoots out in spurts that paint your face and neck. My grip on you loosens momentarily as I release the tension within myself, but it's not enough to dislodge you; even now, you remain where I've placed you, waiting patiently for my next command.

The thought of having you willingly keep my cock buried in your throat until you pass out is both exhilarating and terrifying. I look down at you, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, and see nothing but pure determination etched into your features. My hands tighten reflexively on your shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch and release beneath my fingers.

As much as it excites me, the thought of causing actual harm leaves a sliver of doubt in my mind; perhaps I've gone too far already. But then your eyes meet mine again, unyielding and full of trust, and something inside me snaps. With a growl of approval, I force my hips back toward you once more, cock thrusting hard against the back of your throat as I begin to fuck your face relentlessly. My thumbs dig into your jaw, forcing your mouth open wider so that I can reach deeper and feel you struggling for air around my grip.

The room fills with the sound of our combined grunts and gasps; yours growing weaker as you struggle for air, mine becoming more urgent as I push myself closer to the edge once more. Each thrust drives me closer to losing control, each moan that escapes your lips only serves to fuel my desire for domination. My cock throbs against your tonsils, pre-cum leaking from the slit and trailing slowly down your throat as you choke and gag beneath me.

As my orgasm begins to crest, unstoppable and all-consuming, I dig my fingers into your neck harder, feeling the tender flesh give way beneath my nails as I lose what little remains of my self-control. The sight of you choking and struggling for air, desperate to suck in even a single breath while my cock fills your throat and forces it shut, sends waves of pleasure coursing through me so intense that they verge on pain.

I can feel the weight of your body begin to sag against the bed as your muscles lose their strength; I could stop now, pull myself free and give you air, but something deep inside me won't allow it. Instead, I push harder still, hips snapping forward with savage force as I drive my cock deeper and deeper into your throat. With every thrust, I can feel the walls of your airway compressing inward, trapping the last remnants of oxygen in your bloodstream as it surges through your body one final time.

As the final traces of air leave your lungs, I feel something snap inside me; a tiny thread of sanity snuffed out in the all-consuming fire of my need for control and dominance. The sensation is overwhelming, exhilarating; it's as if you have given me permission to become someone else entirely, someone unbound by morals or limits.

My hips continue to thrust relentlessly, cock slamming against your throat with brutal force even as I feel my climax begin to subside. My muscles tremble from the effort of holding you down, keeping you helpless beneath me; sweat beads and trickles down my back, slipping between my quivering stomach and the plane of your chest as we press together in this twisted embrace.

And then it's over; I collapse forward onto your chest, still buried deep inside you but no longer capable of movement or speech. My breath comes in ragged gasps now, my heart racing like a wild thing trapped in a cage far too small to contain it. The world tilts and spins around us, the room growing dim as exhaustion and aftermath wash over me like a great, relentless wave. I should get up; I should move away from you and give you air, but I can't seem to find the will to do so. For now, all that matters is the feel of your warm skin against mine and the knowledge that you are still here beneath me, surrendered completely to my care and control.

The thought that I might be causing you pain, that you can't breathe as a result of my cock being lodged so deep in your throat, brings with it a surge of conflicting emotions. Part of me is filled with self-loathing and regret; another part feels a strange mix of exhilaration and power. I don't know if I could ever truly hurt you as much as you seem to crave, but there's something incredibly intoxicating about the thought that perhaps I might be capable of it after all.

I realize with a start that my hands are still wrapped around your neck, my fingers pressed against your flesh as if they have a will of their own.

The thought of hurting you, of choking the life out of you as I hold my cock deep inside your throat, sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through me. My hands tighten reflexively on your neck, fingers digging into the tender flesh as if searching for some hidden pleasure center buried beneath the surface. My hips buck forward again and again, meeting the resistance you offer with savage force that pushes my cock even deeper into your throat.

The sound of our combined grunts and gasps fill the room; yours becoming more desperate now as you struggle for air, mine growing rougher as I lose myself in the feel of your body beneath me. My fingers slip between your teeth, nails digging painfully into your gums as I push your jaw wider apart, opening your throat up to receive me with each thrust.

My control begins to slip, replaced by an all-consuming lust that demands satisfaction now, here and now. With a final surge of strength, I force myself as deep inside you as I can go, hips snapping forward violently as I come, cock pulsing erratically within the confines of your throat. As my orgasm subsides, so too does my grip on your neck; with an apologetic murmur, I pull out and roll away from you, leaving a trail of sweat and spent pleasure between us.

For a long moment we stare at each other, breathing heavily and trying to make sense of what just happened. It's clear that this was more than just rough sex; it was an exploration of the darkest corners of our souls, a surrender to the depths of our desires even when they pushed us past the brink of sanity. And as I watch you struggle to catch your breath beneath me, the realization