Him and me - Sex Stories

Him and me

... completely. Before I could breathe again his hand landed hard across my right ass cheek making me squeal as the sharp sting reached my very core. With no delay, his hand landed again on my left asscheek, and so on… while my moans became whimpers and my whimpers became sobs. "You knew that coming here was a provocation, you knew I wouldn’t be able to resist the chance of finally having hold of you, of having my slave kneeling for me, at my feet. You knew it, and yet you decided to come," he said as the blows hit my tender flesh and I experienced for the first time the wrath of my master directly on my skin. Tears ran down my face by then, and I was harshly panting. I could feel the overload of emotions at every single nerve-end of my body. I was so aroused I could feel my juices sliding down my walls, out through my lips and down my thighs. He stopped. His hand caressed my reddened ass; his fingers slipped through my slit, and dove all the way into the pool at my entrance. He grunted, sounding so pleased to confirm the pleasure he was able to grant me through the pain he was inflicting. My masochism was such a delightful match to his sadism, and now he had proof. "Don't move!" he growled while he released me and I heard him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. With one swift motion he was buried deep inside me, plunging hard, his hands harshly grasping my ass, adding with his hands those shots of pain to those of pleasure given me by his cock. He leaned forward, and grunted the order. "Come for me, slave!" And I did and only seconds later after being thrown out to the raging sea of pleasure, I felt him falling just next to me.