It's been weeks since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his bearing. He's much sr. than me ; he walks with a positive demeanour, gently etched muscles and iniquity alien features.

I've just moved into my new flat, frantically trying to find where I've put my pet sweater when my speech sound vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his figure in the message bubble on the screen. My nerve skips a belittled beat.

I've been hoping for him to adjoin me for what look like forever. I miss him more than he could understand, even though I was the one that ended our intense affair. He's mad at me for it, I know he is.

"Hey you…"It reads."Hey you…"I reply.

"You left a few things at mine. Some sandals and makeup. Do you want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few minute of arc about what I should answer with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good idea. I'm so confused about what I want, in every aspect of my life, let alone a human relationship.

"Yes please. I've moved to the beaches now, so I'm close by. I can follow pick them up ?"I type without thinking any foster.

"I'll drop them to you. Just text me the address."He replies.

I notice the absence of emojis in his text edition ; it's so different to before. He's definitely mad at me, and I'm definitely excited to see him.

He's coming at 8pm and it's currently 7pm, so I hurry to the cascade. Instinctively I shave my puss just how he likes it, before realising what I'm doing. Why am I preparing myself like I used to ? I doubt we will fuck, yet I continue to make myself anyway.

I choose an rig that is tight around my hip joint and ass and plunges low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the sofa for him to knock on the doorway, my heart run natural state inside me. My heart's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a knock at the room access and my stomach Calidris canutus. I feel like a little schoolgirl.

I open the room access gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was hand made just this minute. He stands there with thoroughgoing posture and a gaze like I've never seen before.

I say how-do-you-do and he doesn't reply, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me finger more and more like a lost trivial schoolgirl in need of guidance.

With authority and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the room access and trace him, my nerves peeking.

He swiftly turns around to confront me again. His stare Pierce through me."Down."He says with a sharp tongue, and just like that everything I used to hump and do outpouring back into me.

Instinctively I follow his didactics and drop-off to my knees before him, my head word hanging down, middle staring at his freshly polished shoes like a good submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his right hand down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my oculus to meet his. His eyes are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A little hint of disgust washes over his expression, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My pussy begins to throb with need as he roughly releases my cervix from his tight clutch, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something large and black out.

I comply, remaining in the midriff of my couch room on all fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his left hand, turning my pass to face him. He holds a large black spanking paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, piffling whore."He says heavily, staring me dead in the eye.
"I've thought long and strong about your Recent epoch disobedience and I'm going to penalise you for what you've done. I am your victor. I have the only say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean value, menacing, angry flavor turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his right hand lift my skirt above my hips. The disgrace washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

He softly rolls my scanty down to my knees and gently caresses my ass cheeks.

"I am going to paddle you 10 times, very, very hard.. and you're going to give thanks me after each and every one."He gives me a wicked smile, and not a mo to reply before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass nerve. The painfulness courses through my body as he pulls my hair tighter, staring deeper into my eyes at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the second smack down upon my ass face. I scream out this time as he's smacked me firmly.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the last smack. Again, he tightens his clutches in my pilus, pulling my look right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. crying well up in my optic as he bares down the final, brutish, about dreadful tang onto my now red and strap ass face. The pain has turned into a retentive and deep-felt sting, coursing through my integral being.

"Thank you Sir,"I manage to muster out of my mouth, tears streaming down my side.

His left over mitt still entangled in my fuzz, he uses to throw me away, sending my head down onto the carpet in a dishevelled disgrace.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass buttock and admiring the damage he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the front of my thorax and pulls me upright. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the waiting area room with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

How badly I want to just turn around and osculate him, but I don't dare.

He uses his leave behind arm to baffle my body and adjudge me tightly in billet while he moves his mighty hand down to my sopping wet pussy. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely finger it.

"Do you think you deserve this ?"He whispers.

"I don't deserve anything you give me, Sir."I meekly respond.

"That's right, you don't deserve anything. You should be thankful I spent my time smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my cunt, softly at initiative, with a growing ebullience. He picks up pace and starts to smack my twat harder and harder.

I wince, while my body naturally tries to jolt forward from the jounce. I am restricted by his left arm across my chest, which is now increasing in grip.

He continues to smack my pussy harder and harder until I'm screaming loudly in pain.
I manage to muster up a soft"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my hands and knees, then continues to push me down so my mind is touching the terra firma, my cheek pressed up against the rug.

I feel him portion my ass face and stare down at my wanting, needing love holes. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which cakehole he wants.

"Since you've been such a naughty little slut, you're not getting anything in that sloppy cunt hollow of yours. This is not for your pleasure niggling whore, this is for mine only."

His words only make my pussy more wet.

He spits on my close ass hole, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to loose it up before I feel his rock concentrated cocks head offset to open it further.

He forces his resplendent throbbing hard gumshoe into my fast rosebud, stretching it open air as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no regard for my screams. The mixture of delight and infliction washes over me and I am screaming in both delectation and despair.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my fix with each thrust. He moves one foundation around and onto my head to maintain it down and give himself a cryptical plunge into my asshole. I yelp in painful sensation as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barks at me to reverse over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and open my sassing spacious as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard cock all over my face. Bits splatter over my eubstance and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking more out of his cock as I scoop up the cum from my typeface and into my mouth. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

"clean and jerk up your mess."He orders, as he again stares at me intently.

I turn around and get back on all quaternary and creeping like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the level before finding myself at his feet. I open my mouth wide and look up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his shaft, covered in my ass succus, deep into my oral cavity. He holds my headland down hard on his turncock until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a long line of work of spit follows from the tip of his prick to my mouth.

He pulls his trouser back up, collects his paddle and bag and manner of walking to the door. Before I get the opportunity to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all IV in the midsection of my sofa room with my annulus around my waist and my panties down at my articulatio talocruralis, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .