So much it hurts

Finally, thank whatever god or demon that we're home! I never could stand the mall. Far too many people crowding around, all gawking at the latest trends. Teenagers in their cliques huddled together, talking about what they think of as 'music.' Soccer moms with their arms loaded down with all the best deals on shit they don't need. And then there was me, being led around by the hand through stores I had no interest in whatsoever. But, I'd smile and nod and perhaps laugh a little. Whatever makes her think I give a damn. At least we went to Victoria's Secret. She even let me pick her outfit. The steady rush of warmth begins to gather, my skin tingling with ripe lust as I imagine her wearing that scandalous garb.

I push the door open, the bedroom a welcome sight to my tired eyes, and look down at her with a smirk curling on my lip, "Now you're going to have to make it up to me. Dragging me everywhere like that." My tone was jesting enough, but I was all too serious.

That little haughty look she gets when she thinks she’s going to argue with me. It’s cute really. A sharp exhalation leaves her with, not hiding her derision, “Oh, please. The mall isn’t so bad. And I’ll make it up to you sometime.”

I shake my head as I lift my hand to her face, holding her chin firmly as I pull her gaze to mine. I study her fair face at leisure, my cold eyes never blinking as I soaked in every detail. I scoff, "Sometime? You drag me through Hot Topic, Spencer's, JC Penny's, Dillard’s, Barnes n' Noble, AND Build-a-Bear and you think I'll settle for sometime? Get in that bathroom right now or I'll change your cloths myself."

Again, she thinks I'm being playful. My tone says only that, but my impatience is a vice I know. Just thinking about her in that sexy lingerie was enough to tempt me to make good on that threat there and then. But, I can be patient still. Good things come to those who wait, they say.

She pauses for the faintest of moments and her eyes narrow just an increment as she slowly slips into a glare. Ungrateful is what I call it. Her lips purse, but a bare hint of a grin twitches at the corner, “Alright. Calm down and give me the bag.”

I slipped the handle of the bag into her delicate fingers and pull her close, feeling her warmth against me as a low drone of need rumbles my throat. I press my lips to her forehead, affectionately and softly despite the fact that I just can't help the sneer on my face. I lightly squeeze her hip as a familiar flash of avidity drives straight from my mind, coursing through my being, and collecting in my loins. I find it so difficult to pull away and I nearly forget about the purchased clothing entirely. I let go with a calm chuckle to hide this lapse in control, turning away to stride across the room so that she could not hear the ache in my breaths, "There's a good girl."

I made myself comfortable on the bed as I waited.

And waited.

And god damn, what's taking that girl so long?

I cross my arms behind my head and a soft sigh of irritation escapes the confines of my lungs, my pants feeling uncomfortably tight now that I was left to my own devices. At least it left me plenty of time to think about all the things I wanted to do to her, when she finally got out of that god damn bathroom. I kick off my shoes and stare fixatedly at the door.

At last, my long wait is over as the door pushing forward to reveal Leila looking quite appealing in what I picked for her. I knew she would. But, that pout was a bit of a disappointment. She should be happy to have someone to look so sexy for. I push myself off the bed and circle around to where she stands; eying her like a predator stalking its meal. With a smug smirk I close the distance and cradle the curve of her body in my hands, "Very sexy, sweetheart."

I look down at her and my face contorts into a mock of study and consideration, "You know...I do think it could use one more thing."

Try as I might, I couldn't hide the devious little grin on my face. I had purchased something not too long ago and had been dying to try it out, waiting for the perfect time. What better time than now? I laugh low and pull away, padding silently over to my dresser. I begin rummaging through the top drawer, giving one glance over my shoulder as I searched. Once I procure the desired object I turn around with it in my hands for her to see: a leather collar, complete with a leash, all made for bedroom play.

I say with a calculative stare, "Now it's my turn to lead you around."
Such an innocent little flash in her eyes as her voice meets my ears with a bubble of amusement, "Oooooh, role play? This is new."

I smile in earnest. I half wonder if she was serious. Who could really be so naive? Sometimes things in life are too good to be true. But, you should never look a gift horse in the mouth as my old man would say. I step over and gently equip the thick strip of leather around her neck, feeling a surge of energy leap through my body as I did so. I truly had her at my mercy if she was willing to go this far, I would wager. Not that I'm a gambling man, but I'm willing to push my luck.

I step back and sat on the foot of the bed, the leash in my hand tingling my fingers as I held her very freedom at my mercy. I give it a light tug, "Come here."

Obediently, the playful glint still shining in her stare, she gracefully slinks over to me. My impatience wells once again, and I doubt it will be the last time, as I soak in the visual feast of my little toy. That sexy black corset, those lacy thigh highs, and the gentle caress of her accented curves to my vision. Last but certainly not least, that collar that bound her to me and made her mine. Ah, a true reward indeed.

She's looking at me with that innocent little glimmer in her eyes that always makes me want to laugh. Cold and cynical as I am I cannot deny that some things in life are simply ironic. I know what she's thinking. She wants to do everything I say like a good little pet. She wants to play this little game with me because that's all life is to someone like her: a game. That's all fine by me, I benefit well enough.

I pull the leash with a sharper jolt until her lips are just an inch from my own, teasing myself with the thought of their taste. My blood begins to boil and my voice rumbles like a crow calling through the silence of midnight, "Kiss me."

Her lips press to my own softly at first before she becomes more insistent, but I make her wait and refused to open for a deeper kiss. A soft whine rolls through her lips to tingle against my own and I push her apart and force my way inside, wrapping my tongue around hers and holding it captive. She struggles for freedom as the slick muscles dance together and our lips caress one another. For a moment I let her think she’s the one in control, but I know her little kinks. I retreat from her mouth and nibble at her bottom lip with just the right amount of pressure, forcing a sigh of pleasure from her and I smile knowingly.
But, she did not submit so willingly and fought once again for control with twice the fervor. I felt a shiver run down my body and my lip quivered as she twined her tongue around my own. I felt light headed with such longing, knowing exactly what my body wanted as it insisted with every pulse through my veins. The heated passion begins to well as I feel her pull me into following her lead in our lip lock. That just wouldn't do. Not at all. I'm the one in charge here. I'm leading this little exchange and I'll make sure she never forgets, damn it. I pull her away from me with the help of my devious addition to her attire and latch onto her neck, sucking in the delicate flesh with unbridled fervor. My free hand migrated to her body, pressing in to her supple breast as I make my way to her ear. I tug the soft lobe in my teeth with a guttural groan before speaking, a primal snarl creeping into my tone, "Why don't you get these fucking pants out of the way?"

"Hmmmmmmmm?” Her voice is not playful so much as it is confused. Then the meaning seems to hit her,"Oooooh..." Stupid girl, oblivious as ever.

It was a relief to feel the zipper of my pants glide down tooth by tooth, each little increment providing more freedom for the tightened confines of the garment. She attempts to shimmy the fabric down my hips, but I hold my little pet fast with her leash, pulling her face to the bulge in my dark blue boxers. My free hand migrates to comb through her soft locks of hair, gently but with every intention of being rough if needed. Surely, she needed no greater hint. My hips roll and I groan in anticipation as I gaze down with a keen stare.

She whines and looks up at me with a pout, "Do I have to?”

She complains too much about this sort of thing. My eyes narrow and I can feel my amused smirk slip into an impatient glare. I press her face until I can feel the heat of her cheek against the source of my ache. A cynical chuckle bubbles from me and my voice rolls dangerously low with a hidden malice, "Damn right you do."

Her face goes sour for a moment as she pulls my cock through the opening in my boxers, a bit more roughly than I would prefer I might add. Her eyes flicker as they dart up at me, the tip of her tongue circling around the head of my aching shaft. She delves into the small slit before wrapping her lips around the head and grasping me at the base. I’m half tempted, due to my ever present impatience, to push her head down the entire length, but she begins to move quickly. She takes in a great deal of my length and sucks fervently, her hand pumping along with the bob of her head.

My head falls back in consumption and I groan, the pleasure coursing through me so greatly that I lose hold on thought. I know what she's doing and she thinks she'll get away with it, but we'll see about that. I grab the collar roughly with a snarl, "Slow down, damn it."

I feel a hum tingle my skin, likely a sound of defiance from Leila and I scowl. She refuses to let up and doubles her pace, undulating the flat of her tongue against the thick vein on the underside of my dick. The saliva has now well lubricated my shaft and her hand moves more easily, twisting as it follows her tempo.

Again the pleasure absorbed what consciousness that lingered and it took a moment to collect myself, but I was not going to give up that easily. I pulled her off of me without the courtesy of being gentle. I don't really care if it hurts or not. If she won't listen then that's her fault. I push her face first onto the bed, rolling onto my knees behind her and holding the leash tightly. I place a firm slap on the bulk of her rump, gripping the flesh firmly, "You should start listening, or I'll have to start punishing you."

She yelped piteously and sounded much akin to a whining dog. Her voice rings high with indignation and defiance, "Why? You don’t always listen to me!"

I chuckle in earnest now. What could she possibly do if I didn't listen to her? Very slowly I begin to pull down the lacy black panties and my voice evens out into a calculative cadence, "You're not the one holding the leash right now, sweetheart."

"You’d never let me hold your leash anyway! You’d chew the thing up and spit it back out at me,” she says in a tone that I can’t say I approve of.

I tug the leash more tightly, with every possibility of pain, "I'd never let you put it on me to begin with, but you know that." I chuckle with mild amusement as my fingertips dig into her soft skin, running my thumbs over the curve of her ass. I feel a bit too impatient to tease for long, but I press myself firmly against her and let her feel the insisting rigidity of my cock.

At last, she has no retort. Instead her hips roll back against me and I could hear a faint groan leave her throat. A soft purr tickles my lips, feeling her warmth pressed against me, "There's a good girl."

She never seems disappointed when it came down to this. She must want this more than her voice indicated before. A subtle roll of my hips and I could feel the folds of her dampened lips. I slowly pressed myself into the delightfully hot entrance with a sigh of deep relief, my eyes falling close for a moment as I enjoyed every caress of the velvety soft skin around my hardened shaft. The first couple motions are leisurely as I simply enjoy the feel of her wet channel, but soon I began to press deeply. I felt a rush surge through me as I rocked against her body, harder and harder with every thrust.

The rush begins to ebb away as I strain to grasp a hold on my passions, the pleasure beginning to build further. My head clears as I take hold of these thoughts, priding myself in such self control. I hold onto her hips firmly and begin to rock against her body with greater precision, rather than simply just fervor. I'll make sure she doesn't forget how good it feels to be with me. She should feel lucky. My hands run along the curve of her waist, traveling up her body and easing her back as I slowly shift to sit on my legs. She's in my lap now and I can hear the soft whines of need pass from her, knowing that she's getting closer and closer to the edge of bliss. I pull the leash until she lulls her head back, obedient to that force, and I groan deeply in her ear with pleasure. Her voice trills high as I feel the walls of her intimacy begin to quiver around my cock. My voice is thick with ecstasy and the needs of my own, seductive and rumbling with the tremors of passion, "Come for me."

Her gasp hisses sharply in my ear, her muscles gripping me so tightly as they convulsed in that sweet symphony of pleasure. I was not far behind I knew, but I pressed for a bit longer until I could hold back no more. I felt the warmth rise to an overwhelming consumption, unable to silence the low roll of my voice as I spill myself within her. Slowly the mental high ebbs away and I press a kiss to her neck, a small token of affection. I have to keep up appearances, after all.

Her soft hum of indulgence passes over me, with such a calm and endearing tone. I smile as I let her lie down, sinking into the bed beside her. It is still early in the evening, but it was a long day. I don’t bother stripping myself of the rest of my clothes and roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling. It will be some time yet before sleep claims me, but lying quietly with some time to think suits me just fine. As long as she stays quiet, that is.