His Slut No More

“It’s been a while”

She nodded, watching him pace around her. She knew better than to talk. Yet, the sudden slap against her tit made her cry out and almost break position.

“Yes, definitely a long while. Well, slut, it’s time to get back to basic’s wouldn’t you say?”

She paused a moment, rolling his words around her head, then nodded her agreement after a moment.

“Hands behind your back.”

She complied a moment too slow and this time, he struck her tit with that little crop she’d given him for Yule two or three years ago. He’d not used it but that one time, either.

She felt the welt pop up.

His finger caressed the painful mark, as he ‘hmmmed’ low in his throat. The beast, apparently, was liking this sudden return to power, too. She wondered, for a moment, how long it had been since she had seen the beast in his eyes.

Too long.

He stepped behind her and she heard the jingle of the cuffs. Cold metal circled her wrists. The click of the device as it held her, now at his full whim, made her want to shiver.

Fear, delight, lust, nerves…they all danced through her in a complex tangle.

He reached around and slapped her tit with the crop again.

She gasped.

“I know,” he crooned at her. “That really hurt, didn’t it?”

She nodded, trying to catch her breath. He’d struck straight across her nipple. His hands grasped her head, pressing the back of her head against his crotch, his hand covering her face. He leaned over her and struck her tit again.

Her mouth opened against his palm as she moaned.

“Poor slut. So out of practice. Well, that’s on my head…and I’ll make that up to you.”

It was the Beast talking now. She heard the hunger in the growling voice. He let her head go and she struggled for a moment, to not fall flat on her face. She looked up at him as he moved to stand in front of her.  She was pleased to see the bulge in his pants as well as the gleam in his eye.

He took his time releasing his belt, unfastening his pants, as she looked up at him, her longing shining in her face. She ceased to notice the wetness coating her thighs, her attention focused on those big hands as they unbuttoned the fly of his jeans.

She waited, anticipating the taste of him.

The jeans slid down and he kicked them away. His boxers were tented in the front; he peeled them down and away as well. His cock curved gently upwards, the head purple and gleaming with wet. She watched it, mesmerized by the gentle pulsing she saw there.

He held his cock and slapped her cheek with it. The smell of musk and sex filled her nostrils. There was no pain behind the blows, yet he garnered her full attention.

“Catch it if you can..” And he proceeded to slap each cheek with his hot thickness, as her mouth swiveled from side to side, trying to catch a taste.

Tiring of the game, he grabbed her hair.

“Finally” she thought, opening her mouth wide.

He pressed her forward towards the floor, controlling her fall by her hair, until her face was pressed against the brown carpet. It tickled, it itched. Had she vacuumed in here this week?

“I want cunt.”

He paused for a moment, his foot on her head.

“I want cunt.”

“Yes Sir,” she mumbled. It was, apparently what he wanted to hear. Her hands clenched behind her as she lay in this awkward pose, ass up, knees tucked under her belly, tits and face mashed into the irritating rug.

His cock slipped into her hole easily. His hands grasped her hips as he began hammering his pelvis against her upturned ass, as his cock delved into the hot wet hole offered up to him.

The sounds of fucking filled the room, the sucking sounds of moist flesh yielding to the cock filling her belly, the slap of body against body, the grunts from him, the soft whooshes as breath was repeatedly pressed from her.

Her welted tits were rubbed against the rug, stinging her eyes with unshed tears. Yet the pounding of her pussy was making her hotter than she’d been in such a long time.

She muttered her need to cum.

” So soon?”

“Yes, Sir…I need to cum”

“I thought your pussy was dry and dusty from lack of use?”

His cock was buried to the hilt. She could feel her pussy rippling around it, feel the answering response in the turgid hardness of him.

“W-what?”

“Isn’t that what I read on ‘His slut no more’? Or did I misquote you?”

Ice ran cold through her, even with the hotness of her pussy. He’d found her blog?

“I…I…”

“slut, you’ve suddenly developed this annoying stutter.” He ground his hips into hers forcing his cock another inch into her belly. She moaned, not feeling the harsh carpet under her cheek, not feeling anything but the thrill and fear of discovery, and the need to cum building in her cunt.

He ground against her.

“Cum. cum now you fucking slut!”

She poured herself around his cock, felt it ooze from her filled pussy, felt his juices join with hers, sluicing down her legs, roll in an upside-down stream from her cunt, up her mons, up her belly.

When they were done, recovered, he uncuffed her, and pulled her from the floor with one firm tug, only to shove her down on the floor between his feet.

“Sit.”

It was time to talk.

 

nilla sez: it just occurred to me that some people would gasp when they saw the title to this story, especially after yesterdays retelling of my fuck up with Master. Things between us are GREAT…I actually wrote this story Wednesday morning before any of the big fuck up occurred… Fiction! Yay, nilla is back to writing fiction once more!