Sub Power

She lay down on the large bed. She stretched lazily making her tee shirt ride up, in combination with her low-rise jeans, her stomach was very visible. From the corner of the room she heard him clear his throat. She knew he was already getting hot. She turned on her stomach then crawled to the top of the bed. She got on her knees and turned so she now faced her boyfriend. She giggled innocently and patted the bed in front of her. He slowly got out of his chair and walked over. He kept telling himself that he was in charge. He controlled the beautiful goddess that was waiting to be pleasured. He smiled slightly as he took his place in front of her. She loved his smile. Hell, she loved everything about him. But those lips and mouth of his drove her crazy. She brought her body close to his and pressed her mouth to his. He opened her lips and invaded her mouth with his tongue. Forcefully he pushed in and pressed her harshly to him. Oh, how she loved his aggression. But as she was really loving this kiss, he pulled away. Looking down into her eyes he asked:
“How do you want to do this, baby?”
Mmm, she thought. His voice rumbled so deep she could almost feel the vibrations in the air.
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I picked last time. So it is your turn.”
Hmmm, his turn. What to do with his perfect little kitten. Suddenly a light turned on in his head. He will do this just how she needs it. He bent over and bit at her neck. He stopped. Quietly, he said:
“Have you been a bad girl?”
He felt her pull away. He moved his head up so he could see her. She had her hands in her lap and her head bowed, her hair covered her face.
“Oh,” he cooed. “You can tell me, pet.”
“Yes,” she said softly.
He reached out and stroked her hair.
“What did you do?” he asked compassionately.
She leaned into his touch.
“I had some naughty thoughts…”
“About?”
“All day long, I couldn’t stop thinking about you…fucking my brains out.”
He didn’t have to see her face to know she smiled when she said that. He had to bite his lip to keep quiet. When he first met her she was an aggressive, well, bitch. But he was able to tame her for his own. He knew she loved every moment of it.
“You have been bad!” he said, “You need to be taught a lesson.”
She turned around and bent over so her ass was in the air. She knew the position. She really had been thinking about him all day but she was thinking about getting him to do what he was now going to do. The room was so quiet. She could hear them breathing, almost in unison. She could also hear him unlatch the belt he was wearing. The clink of metal then the sound of leather sliding out of the cloth belt loops. She heard the snap of the belt. In her minds eyed she could see him snapping the belt in his strong hands and biting his lip, trying to keep in control. Mmm, she thought. She loved his hands and teeth. They could do some great things. Before she could imagine what he could do, the first blow came. They were hard and they hurt. But she knew this wasn’t the hardest he could hit. He restrained himself and he did it all so lovingly. The smacks continued. 1...2...3...4. Sweet hurt, she thought. All of a sudden they stopped. She could hear both of them breathing a lot heavier than before. She dug her hands into the blanket and slightly moved her ass, to signal she needed more than that. The things she had pictured earlier were pretty bad. She was such a wicked girl. The belt hit her now, right under her ass, harder than before. It stung badly and he let it linger there before doing it again. Then a quick, hard hit angled from the right. Then one from the left. Again silence. Her ass pulsed with pain. Her pants must have been thinner than she had thought. Something hit the floor. He must have taken his shirt off, she thought. Then she heard his pants unzip. Yes, she thought, he is getting naked. She couldn’t have actually turned to see what was going on behind her. No, it wouldn’t be right. She was his pet and needed to obey him. She wondered if either of them had been into this before they met each other. She never thought there was anything wrong with it. But before him, it was different. He was the only one who could ever tame her and she loved him more than anyone else in the world and she knew he felt the same. At that moment she felt his hands on her stomach. He moved them down and undid her pants. Then he unhooked her bra and pushed her shirt over her head. She wiggled slightly so the shirt and bra fell to her wrists. She pulled her hands out of the clothes then placed her hands on her head. He pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees. She felt his body now against hers. His hips were pushing on her ass, his erection nudging the throbbing marks. His chest was on her back. He covered her shoulders and back with kisses. Then he ground his hips into her ass. It was painful, but she loved it. His hands grabbed her breasts, and then he pinched her nipples. He brought his mouth to the back of neck and began to bite her. The sensation of the vulnerable spot on her body was turning her on even more. He pushed his groin and tweaked her nipples. He spoke against her skin:
“You like that, don’t you? Whore.”
She did.
“Only from you, master,” she replied.
She was expecting something, she was being good now. But she felt the bed move and then his presence was gone. She began to panic. Did she do something so horrible he just left? But she couldn’t move from her position to find out. Just as she was about to give up she heard his footsteps in the room again.
He saw her from the back when he entered through the door. She was exactly how he had left her, not even a hair out of place. Man, he thought, she is good. He looked at her ass as he stood at the foot of the bed. Even though he only smacked her when she was clothed, she had dark red strips across her backside.
“On your back,” he commanded.
She quickly fulfilled his request and stared at him. He held a paper bag in his hands.
“Pet, I bought these on my way home from work. I thought you would like them.”
He opened the bag and pulled out long ice-blue, silk scarves. He saw her eyes light up. He knew she would love them, that is why he bought about ten. Anything for her. She smiled and put her arms up in a v-shape next to the bed posts. He tied her hands securely to the wood structures. Then he tied her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed, so now she was spread-eagled in the center of the bed. One more should do it, he thought. He straddled her body. Slowly he grabbed her head and gently tied the scarf around her head. Now her eyes were covered. The material was thin so he could see her eyes but now they had an unnatural doll-like blur to them. He could see her eyes were open. He positioned himself higher up on her body. His knees were now right under her armpits. He leaned down.
“Suck me, lovely,” he whispered.
She opened her mouth wide for him. Then he plunged his entire prick deep into her awaiting mouth. She almost choked, but she was able to repress her gag reflex. She closed her mouth and began to suck. He thrust in and out. She ran her tongue across the soft, twitching skin. She sucked harder, moving her head with his movements. She wanted to suck him off. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted to taste all of him. She tried to see him through the scarf but all she could make out was a dark shape above her. She loved these items he got for her. She hoped they would make her look better. She always wanted to be the most beautiful girl in the world for him. She licked the tip and tasted the delicious pre-cum. She thought he should pull out soon because he was going to cum, but she wanted him to fill her in other places first. Just as she thought this, he pulled out.
“Good girl,” he said breathlessly and patted her on the head.
She smiled. He loved her sweet mouth. Although he had to leave it, he wanted to keep it busy. He moved her blindfold down and pushed it into her mouth. The gag looked nice on her. Plus he wanted to be able to look into her eyes when he made her cum. He adjusted his position to be lower on her body. He looked at her round, full breasts. So vulnerable, he thought. He pulled on her hard nipples playfully. He smacked her tits back and forth. She made a noise that was stifled by the fabric between her lips. He liked the way she was displayed and the restraints made her look heavenly. He slid down lower and put his mouth on her hip. Her upper thighs and hips were covered with bruises and teeth marks, but he thought she could always have more. He liked to think of her during the day, feeling him rubbing under her clothes. A part of him was always with her. He could be under her skin. He bit her soft skin. With one hand he massaged the bruises on her thigh; the other hand went to work on her cunt. She was slick and waiting for his touch.
She was fully enjoying the pain he was giving her. The bite marks she had, only she knew about. When he wasn’t around she would touch them and push in on her bruises. They were beautiful reminders of how much they loved each other and how much she loved being fucked by him. He was stroking her, she tried to grind against his hand for more contact but her restraints held her firmly in place. This was sweet, sweet torture.
He could tell she wanted more. He smiled against her leg. As quick as he could he grabbed her erect clit with his fingers, and then he pinched and twisted. He could almost feel the shock go through her. Her back arched high into the air, her eyelids fluttered, and she let out a scream of pleasure so loud the neighbors must have heard it. That is it, he thought, I am going to her hard, now. He put his kneeling body betwixt her legs and placed her ass on his knees. Her body was now and at an uncomfortable angel. He locked eyes with her, placed his hands on her ass, and dug his nails in. Then he shoved his aching cock all the way into her. She moaned loudly.
“Fuck,” he growled.
She was so wet; he slid easily in and out of her. At a slow pace he pushed into her until his hips were pressed against her vagina. Then he drew himself out, almost completely, only to dive back in. He thought about how warm and encompassing she was. Her muscles held onto him tightly when he would try to go out. The friction was wonderful, he thought. He was beginning to lose control. His pace quickened immensely. He watched her writhe in pleasure under his quick, harsh thrusts.
“You like that don’t you bitch?” he said breathlessly, “You are such a slut. My little fucking whore.”
He could hear her panting and moaning. Her eyes fluttered. He dug his hands into her soft ass. Then he went deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. The heat was building inside; he was nearing the point of release.
“I am going to fuck you through the mattress,” he whispered to her.
Her hips jerked against him and her screams became louder. He could tell she was orgasming. He felt it move through her. Her body shuddered around his cock. He drove in one last time and came, violently. He let go and collapsed onto her. He stroked her thigh as their breathing returned to normal. After a few moments he reached down and untied her feet. Then untied her wrists. She sat up in the center of the bed and kept her eyes on him. He went and sat down at the top of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. He motioned for her to come near. She crawled over to his side and waited. He released her mouth from the gag and kissed her. He pulled away and smiled at her.
“I love you so much, my beautiful pet,” he said.
“I love you more that you will ever know,” she said.
She collapsed onto the bed and curled up against his body. She placed her head in his lap and nuzzled her face into his hip. He moved his hands over her hair lazily. Oh, he thought, the power of the submissive. No matter how controlling he was, they both knew deep inside, that she was always the one in control. He did everything for her. Without her, he was nothing.