Good Girl

This is a work of erotic fiction featuring highly ADULT CONTENT.
NSFW. 18+ READERS ONLY.

She stood, arms crossed in front of her on the front porch. It was spring, but a fall breeze made the trees whisper in the night. She shivered; unaware of anything around her, deep in thought.

He walked silently up behind her, chest almost touching her back. A hot calloused finger from strong hands stroked down her arms. She shivered, but not from cold. “Come inside pet, its cold,” his baritone caressed her entire mind, she was wrenched out of contemplation and into deep, all-encompassing need.

Silently, she turned towards him, the warmth of his hands soothed the frigid thoughts in her head and the goosebumps on her body. Eyes downturned, she nestled into his side as he led her into the house.

His passivity towards her belied the power he held over her; she was his; that was that; wherever he led, she followed and it made her whole.

He had put a fire in the fireplace, he turned her towards it, “Kneel,” he whispered in her ear, “Focus on the fire, the flames, the heat.” His voice followed her to the floor. She watched the flames dance, embers orange and yellow, sway to and fro. The heat seeped into her, a radiant warmth that began at the apex of her thighs and spread outwards. She forgot herself, her surroundings, Him; lost in the glow.

She gasped slightly when the world went dark; “Sir?”

“Quiet pet, go back to that place and stay there, I’ll tell you when I need something from you.”

She sighed, feeling her herself grow wetter from the deprivation, the warmth of the fire spurring it on.

She had no idea how long he left her there, it felt like days, but she was floating, it didn’t matter.

“Face down, ass up.” She obeyed without thought, a single hand took both wrists, he bound them behind her back. The contact stopped. She jerked as her face was lifted off the floor, her euphoria broken momentarily; “Open,” he said firmly. She complied and he slipped a cock gag into her mouth; it was large, she could only just clench her teeth; she heard the snick of a padlock on the gag and trembled.

He placed her head gently back down onto the carpet, she felt him kneel next to her, “Go away for a while, pet, you need to stop trying to get into my head and remain in yours, you don’t need to worry about what I’m doing, just know I will choose what’s right for you. Understood? Nod.” She tried to speak around the gag, worried about what would come next, begging him to tell her what was going on, but her muffled squeaks meant nothing. “Quiet,” His voice was lethal, “Is it understood pet? Nod now.” She nodded. With that he fixed her with headphones and her last sense; soft music played, Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto Number 2, her favorite. She was lost to the music.

He watched her, she was dripping wet with anticipation, breathing rapidly, but after about five minutes, she relaxed into her bonds, her breathing slowed, her mind was elsewhere. She had been too mouthy lately, too concerned about his plans for her and too mindful of whether or not she was doing a good enough job at submitting to truly submit. A few more minutes like this and she would be ready; by the end of tonight, she would submit to him at a level even she couldn’t fathom; it would be second nature, thoughtless and complete. He was rock hard staring at her curvaceous body, those hips and ass beckoned to his cock, her pussy so hot, so wet, he could smell her arousal. It was time.

She didn’t even register the warm trickle down her ass. Nor the rubbing of the lube into her ass. She did however notice a burning sensation that timed itself to the crescendo and diminuendo of the concerto. She groaned as the burning got worse; but it stopped before she could keep herself from getting swept away again. She felt full, and at peace. The music took her.

She looked gorgeous with the jeweled plug in her ass, ruby, like her birthstone. He’d leave it in all night while he teased and fucked her. He picked up a flogger and went to work…

A tickle registered on her buttocks, up her back, on her thighs, down her spine. The tickle became a slight sting, the sting became a thud, the thud became painful, but the music and a rush of pleasure took it away. She could feel her arousal trickle down her leg. She couldn’t distinguish the pain from the pleasure anymore. She couldn’t make thoughts between the music and the driving pleasure.

The thuds stopped, a warm thick shaft was sliding into her pussy. She moaned low, Master’s cock felt like silk-wrapped steel, solid, drugging, heady. He thrust slowly, deliberately, pulled all the way out, slid all the way in. It was a steady rhythm, consistent, just like Master. She felt full, so full, so good; so at peace. His flogger marked her as steadily as his cock fucked her. Her pussy clenched around him. Immobile from the pleasure, as he drove her deeper into the rabbit hole; her moans built, her body quivered, she couldn’t even make sense of whether or not the music was still playing.

He pulled out of her, flogged her pussy in one solid hit and she keened. Her back arched and she screamed as he slammed his cock back into her. Her pussy milked him so hard he had to pull out of her before coming. Dropping the flogger, he admired his work, she was still in the aftershocks of her climax, whimpering and trembling, wetter than ever before. He undid her bonds, massaged each wrist as her arms went limp; the gag came out with some protest, as she was sucking adoringly on it. He removed the headphones and the blindfold last.

He pulled her chin towards his eyes, his were bright, clear, soulful depths, she was lost in his eyes.

Her eyes were glassy, unfocused deep brown pools with golden flecks that reflected the firelight. She was right where he wanted her to be. “Open and suck me.”

She did. She had no will left to resist anything he asked, no strength to question Master; he had enough will for the two of them. She worshipped his cock, laved it with her tongue, running it up and down the vein on the underside. Wet, luscious lips engulfed it, sliding down as cheeks hollowed.

Master grunted in pleasure and it filled her heart with joy, she had pleased him.

His hands snaked through her long mahogany locks and fisted, he drove his hips toward her face with brutal force, and she took it. She remained yielding in his grasp, mouth and throat accepting all he had to give. A hard thrust brought her lips to the base of his cock, her outstretched tongue lapping at his balls. He stayed there; waiting to see if she would overthink and struggle like she usually did…

She didn’t. Her eyes stared up at him in adoration, love and trust were the only thoughts present in her mind. Master’s cock was resting at the back of her throat and that was his right. He pulled out, she took a deep, slow breath in. Master smiled at her.

He couldn’t help but beam at her, his pride in his woman overwhelmed him in this moment. “Finish me, pet.” She sucked him hard and deep, the moans in her throat massaging the head of his cock.

With two hard thrusts and both hands fisted in her hair, he came.

She claimed every drop of his gift.
“Who do you belong to pet?”

“You, Master;” she said dreamily. He fastened a bracelet on her wrist, screwed in the clasp and chucked the allen key in the garbage.

“Good girl.”