Rewarding good behavior... Story Scene-

SCENE:

        He bent me over the couch and raised my skirt. I felt him undoing his pants, my knees close to buckling from anticipation. Five smacks fell heavily over the right side of my ass. Pain swelled and shuddered through my nerves. More, my mind went white with need as I fought to keep from writhing. The dark edge to his dominance crashed through the shields around my submission. I shuddered and let the need go, surrendering to his control and the ways he chose to touch me.

        Bracing my hands on the soft, wide armrest, I moaned when his cock slid inside me. I pushed my hips back into his, panting when he grabbed my waist. He pulled my head toward his chest and forced my hips higher for his fast, hard thrusts. I smelled pot and sex, hearing the slap of flesh hitting flesh. His fingers dug into my hips, roughly yet slowly pulling back, pushing me forward. He alternated, smacking both sides of my ass, pausing to let me fuck him harder. The pain made me wetter for him. 

        He had me stand, my hips pressed hard against the edge of his sofa. I shivered when the head of his cock rubbed firmly against my g-spot. My head rested against the inside of his right shoulder. I turned my face toward his neck, kissing and licking, sucking gently before letting my teeth graze over his skin. My back arched, holding for as long as my endurance held out. He raised my chin and kissed me as his hand covered my neck. I could feel how quickly my heart was beating, blood roaring in my ears. When I shuddered, needing air, he had me bend over in front of him again. He fucked me harder, faster, his hands roving smoothly over my upper body. Pain fought to overwhelm pleasure as my nipples pinched hard between his strong fingers. He pinched softly, repeatedly until the pleasurable throbbing spread through my chest and into my lower body.

       “Please, Master, may I come?” The words escaped as pleasure immediately rose to the breaking point.

        His hands covered my breasts, holding my back against his solid chest. So strong, his shoulders wide, arms long, I loved the way he felt. He pushed deep inside my body and triggered the light internal spasms.

        “Yes,” he groaned roughly, feeling me clench down harder around his shaft. Then more calmly, “Don't I always let you come?”

        “Thank you, Master!” The involuntary spasms started deep inside. They rolled forward, my body clenching down hard, then harder. I writhed back into him, finding the pressure I needed. The head of his cock slid over my g-spot. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, pinching in time to the way he fucked me. My clit rubbed across his shaft, the bursts of pleasure taking me higher. I was aware of how he was touching me, the couch and how it felt, but everything else faded. He thrust more slowly as aftershocks and sensitivity made me shudder.

        “Come into the bedroom-” I lost the rest of what he said, feeling him have me stand. He caught me against his chest, my hips writhing forward from the sudden emptiness.

        The rest was a blur. I waited as he laid back on the bed, immediately straddling his waist when he looked at me. He made me want him so much. His hands were rough as he helped me re-position. Was he close? Was he not? I couldn't tell, though he groaned quietly when my hips slammed against his. He wrapped his fingers around my wrists, keeping my hands behind my back. I felt him bite the side of my neck, his teeth closing without letting go. If I snarled... whether I had heard him snarl, I didn't know. Pain and desire rose, burning underneath my skin by the time he let go. My shoulders came together as I fucked him without holding back. Feeling me clench down made him groan, then fuck me hard enough that orgasm swelled and rose.

        “Master-”

        “Come,” he said, nipping the other side of my neck, “as many times as you can before I do.”

        My scream was quiet, muffled against his shoulder. Such dominance in his tone... The white darkness took me under, lost to the pleasure that left me breathless. I ground my hips down, the last after-shock shivering down my spine.

        “I want you underneath me.”

       The rush of excitement caught me off-guard, submissive in a new way. I wrapped myself around him, molding to his body as he changed our position. He gripped my inner thighs, holding me ready and open for him. I didn't look away from his eyes as he roughly thrust his hips forward. An instantaneous rush of pleasure seared through every part of me. My head twisted back and forth on one of the pillows. The way he fucked me was almost painful. Almost. Warning flutters of pain made me moan, masochistically trying to take him deeper into my body. When he leaned down to kiss me, I melted back onto the bed and felt the edge of almost-pain fade entirely. I whimpered at how fully he took control. 

        His fingers curled over my neck before I stopped being able to breathe. I looked into his eyes seconds before pressure made mine close. The warmth I saw helped take me under, part of me carefully monitoring the white static that rose in my head. My body moved on its own, straining for pleasure and wanting him to feel more. I felt my lungs fill with air before I came and went numb for several long moments.

        How I got to my knees was a mystery. My vision was blurred, but I could see him lay back. I knelt between his knees, wetting my lips as I took his cock into my mouth. Feeling how hard he was made me moan, his pulse throbbing against my tongue. I wanted to make him come... A spine-bending, mind-numbing, completely satisfying orgasm that I'd make last long as I could. He fucked my mouth to feel me gag, thrusting deeper as I choked around him. Soon as I got air, I took him deeper and embraced my masochist's determination. 

        When he came, I swallowed him down and moaned. The vibration skittered through the head of his cock, light pressure squeezing around his shaft. I gathered the rest on my tongue, loving how sweet he tasted. Sucking gently, I held him in my mouth until he relaxed. My cheek was resting on his thigh, I knelt low between his legs and ghosted my tongue over his cock. He caught my attention, holding one of my cigarettes between his long fingers. I smiled, knowing he would be hard again by the time we were done smoking. A deep shiver ran through the core of my body. My Master, I heard my submissive laugh. The awed, sub-happy laughter in my mind made adrenaline-like energy burn again...

        “Thank you, Master,” I curled up next to him. He glanced over at me and I saw his reply. It made me smile, subspace beckoning.