Nighte, Scarlett My Lover, My Dom

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just plugged my mouth was gonna go deeper. He was gonna take my ass.
I moved swiftly to the chaise and prepared, knees down, spine curved, ass ready. I could tell
he d left the room, it seemed too quiet, too still. But he was back before I had a moment to
steel my nerves. I tilted my head, but his voice was razor sharp.
Keep your eyes on the wall, he barked. Just think about the reaming you re about to get.
I heard the plastic click as he flipped the lid of something, followed by a wet jolt. Lube.
His hand was cool against the curve of my bottom as he spread open my cheeks and took a
finger and probed my anus. The puckered lips squeezed his digit tight and he let out a moan
that rocked me to the core. I wanted to moan too, but not without his permission. Never
without his permission.
Reading my mind, he caressed me with his firm hand. You can moan, slut. I want to hear
how I make you feel.
When his finger dove back inside my hole, my moans mirrored his own. God, it feels good,
Master. Work my ass& .work it!
I m about to fill up that ass, he said huskily. Give you what you ve been starving for.
Yes, I groaned. Oh yes. I gripped the corner as I felt his fingertips grip me tightly as he
spread my cheeks, paving the way. The stiff knob of his cock worked my entrance, swirling in
my juices as he situated himself.
It d been months since I had a cock in my ass, and even longer since I had the right cock. He
breached me and a gulf of pain not unlike the pain of my licks for being headstrong or the
nipple torture settled in my bones. It was a searing, white hot thing that took my breath
away. I clenched my ass and was met with a resounding slap. No words were needed. The slap
meant to relax. The slap meant to trust him, that he d never hurt me unnecessarily. With
that trust, he d take me to that blissful place where the line between pain and fear blurred,
leaving only ecstasy.
He moved slow, rocking in and out and I gave in and found it--the peace that comes with
being a sub and trusting of a good Dom. The freedom of giving yourself over to your Master.
Once I let go, the pleasure mingled and transformed the pain. Our flesh smacked together,
colliding with our moans of delight.
My head fell back, spine aching as he filled me to the brim. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing
on inch after painful inch of him. If I didn t love being used, I d pull away, cry out for him to
take it easy. Instead, I tightened the mouth of my ass, clenching every muscle I could control.
I wanted to draw him in as deep as he could go.
You like that, don t you slut? he grunted, drilling me in steady succession. You like to have
that tight ass used, don t you?
He was balls deep in my ass and my yes came out as a purr of satisfaction. My whole body
screeched my approval. Yes, over and over again.
Whose ass is this? he thundered.
I arched against him, giving into his thrusts. Yours, Master. Yours!
He braced himself against me as he pistoned in and out, fucking me into submission. I sunk
my fingertips into the plush cushion, giving into fate.
I m gonna cum, he said thickly. He tightened his grip as he slammed harder and let out a
grunt as he emptied his desire in my tight channel. He filled me with his sperm and my thirsty
need swallowed it.
I longed to come--my balls, my body ached for release. He wheeled me around, his face
glowing and strong from orgasm. He sat me down on the edge of the chaise. My cock stood up
straight and he surprised me by sinking to his knees. I knew to not say a word and to take this
for what it was a gift.
His tongue darted around the head of my penis, swirling like a merry go round until my eyes
glazed with pleasure. I was clenching and unclenching, trying to stem the climax that
threatened to engulf us both.
His mouth opened and he let out a moan. A single thrust and he gulped my entire erection,
swallowing me before moving back up. I clenched my thigh muscles as he moved up and down
my staff, expanding for the straining stiffness. Everything I had diverted to my cock. I had to
remind myself that he was the gatekeeper. My release would only come from his lips, and his
alone.
When he pulled up, his eyes, intent, he said the magic words. You may come.
I took my wood and barely jerked before it erupted like a volcano, cum spilling over my
fingers. Once I regained the ability to speak, I thanked him. Thank you, Master.
He ruffled my hair affectionately. That s a good slut. He turned and walked to the hallway
closet, returning with a towel in hand.
He handed it to me. Connor.
My name. We were done. I took it and wiped the juices from my hands, from my crotch. It
was funny. I d longed to look at him, but now that we were done, the hollow anger returned
and the sight of him was too much to bear.
He lowered himself to the cushion beside me, reaching out and grazing my thigh. I shouldn t
have ended things the way I did.
I kept my eyes downward.
Look at me, Connor.
I stuck my lip out stubbornly, before slowly meeting his gaze. Midnight eyes, with flecks of
hazel that glittered like stars.
I don t know what the future holds for us, he said after a moment, But we re gonna figure
all of this out. Together.
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About Scarlett Nighte
When she s not dreaming up twisted short tales that simultaneously disturb,
arouse, and freak readers out, Scarlett (with two T s!) watches an unhealthy amount
of porn and dreams of opening her own dungeon someday.
Scarlett writes intense, taboo, and graphic erotica because she likes to explore
the dark corners of her mind and the human psyche. She s always pushing boundaries
and hopes that the open minded reader can appreciate her twisted tales.
Connect with Scarlett online at http://ascarlettnighte.tumblr.com or via email at
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