Ownership

After He put the wrist restraints on me, binding my arms behind my back, he put me down on my knees beside the bed. I had been unfocused and stressed about several things that day, so he held my face and talked to me before he even started touching my body.

"Kitten, what are you going to focus on right now?," he asked slowly.

"You," I breathed as I looked up at him.

"That's right. Just focus on me, on pleasing me, just focus on my cock," he lectured as he angled my head down toward his cock. He held my face a couple of inches from his cock and forced me to look right at it. "Tell me what you're focusing on."

"Your cock."

"Good girl," he said and brought my face back up to look at him. "You're going to take a lot for me tonight, aren't you?"

I nodded. My breathing was already slowing. The initial panic and helplessness that I felt when he locked my arms behind my back was ebbing away. I felt myself sinking into a place of deep calm. I looked steadily into his eyes. I didn't blink.

He pulled me up over his lap where I flailed for a minute until I caught my balance. He lifted my red nightie up over my ass and pulled the matching thong panties down. He began hitting my ass hard with his hand. He spanked one ass cheek and then the other, alternating sides and pausing to see if I would react or try to avoid the blows. He even faked like he was going to spank my right ass cheek, only to pull his hand back right before impact, but I didn't flinch. I just stretched out over his lap and waited with my head down against the mattress.

He pushed me back down to my knees on the floor and felt between my legs. I was extremely wet from the spanking. He smeared his wet fingers over my lips and pushed his fingers into my mouth. I sucked my juices off of them while I looked up into his eyes. I was waiting.

He suddenly pulled me to my feet and slapped my face before pushing me onto my back on the bed. I squirmed for a minute because my arms were uncomfortable. "Lie still," he seethed and I immediately stopped moving. He picked up my wet panties and put them into my mouth

"Open your legs," he commanded and smacked my thigh for emphasis. I opened them as he knelt over me. He stroked my hair with one hand and then suddenly smacked my exposed pussy with the other. I gasped with the sting and instinctively pulled my legs closed. "Open, now," he ordered. I obeyed, thinking he would touch me nicely, maybe let me come? But no, he smacked my pussy harder this time and before I could close my legs, he smacked it again.

"You're my bound-up little slut tonight, aren't you? Totally at my mercy?," he asked. He wasn't waiting for my response. He smacked my pussy again twice, the blows coming in quick succession. "Relax, Kitten. I won't hit your little pussy again. Open," he said as he pried my legs open. I relaxed, breathed.

Then he hit my pussy again. "Okay, maybe once more," he chuckled to himself.

He took the panties out of my mouth and knelt over my face, pushing his cock deep down my throat. "Look at you, you are totally helpless. You can't even move if I choke you, can you?," he taunted and pushed deeper down my throat. But I was calm. I wasn't choking. I was looking up at him. His cock was pushing on the back of my throat and I was breathing steadily. I couldn't move if I wanted to. If I needed to get out from under him, I wouldn't be able to do it. But I didn't want to move or get away. I wanted to be right there, with his weight pushing down on me, with his cock deep in my mouth.

He laid down next to me, brushing my hair out of my face. "You're right here with me, aren't you?," he asked, holding my face. "What are you feeling right now?"

I didn't even have to think or hesitate. "Owned," I said.

"What does being owned feel like, Kitten?"

"Safe, controlled." I was somewhere else, somewhere where I could only feel his touch and could only see his eyes. The bedroom was floating in the middle of space. Nothing existed outside the four walls, not time, not anything.

He could see it in my eyes. He shook his head in wonder, as if he couldn't believe the place we had reached together. He climbed in between my legs and slid deep into me. He fucked me hard with my legs around his waist, pounding deep into me but keeping his eyes on mine the entire time.

"I love you," he moaned desperately as he came and the tears started running down my face.

"I love you," I whispered, feeling him slide his arms under my body, taking some of the pressure off of my sore shoulders. He lifted me up to a sitting position and unbuckled the cuffs. He held me close to his chest, rocking me slowly. I laid my head on his shoulder. "Good girl," he whispered over and over again. "My good girl..."