Good Girl by Artistry

Get On Your Knees

"Be a good girl and I might make you cum." His voice was dark with the promise of pleasure, and she could feel a warm flutter in the pit of her stomach.

"Sir," she whined, wiggling her ass in a desperate attempt to entice him back. He only grinned and grabbed a handful of hair, yanking none too gently.

When her back pressed to his chest his free hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed until she could scarcely wheeze a breath. Lips tickled her ear and his murmured words sent shivers down her spine.

"Behave for Master, okay?"

She couldn't even nod, head locked in place by his fingers in her hair and his hands around her throat. She swallowed hard, trying to answer around his special brand of cruelty. She could feel his chest shaking behind her as his soft laughter brushed her cheek, and her vision began to blur and darken.

"Not gonna answer me, pet?"

She desperately fought to hold on to consciousness when he snickered and abruptly shoved her back on the bed. She gulped down air, even as he flipped her over and pulled her back into place beneath him.

His hands wasted no time stealing her breath again. He thumbed her clit, shoving his fingers into her mouth, almost deep enough to gag her.

"Suck," he ordered.

She obeyed happily, her pleasure hinging on pleasing him. She peaked up at his face, tracing his features. Delicate lips, the bottom fuller than the top, and tipped up at the corners in amusement, sharp cheekbones, thick black lashes covering hazy eyes so light they looked amber. A thick digit pushed into her and she gagged on his fingers in surprise. He tutted, and stroked her tongue, a clear warning not to get distracted.

That finger curled into her most sensitive spot with practiced ease and she moaned. Her thighs clenched around his striped hips as she tried to create any kind of friction she could get. His hand withdrew from her mouth, soaked digits gliding smoothly down her throat to pluck at her nipples. A second finger stretched her out, and his head bent down to nibble her chest, avoiding where she wanted his mouth the most.

She could feel that warm heat coiling in her lower belly as he played her body like a fiddle, hitting that sweet spot over and over. Each drag of his hand brought her closer and closer. And then it stopped.

"No," she groaned, arching her hips toward his retreating arm, reaching to pull his mouth back to her. There was a grim kind of amusement in his gaze when he looked down at her that stopped her dead.

"What was that?" It was a rhetorical question she knew. He didn't want an answer, and so she didn't give him one. When the silence stretched on he finally gave her that sadistic grin she knew so well. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips that completely contradicted the danger she was in, and with a whispered breath told her, "get on your fucking knees."

Nodding frantically, she slipped off the bed as he sat back and casually watched her position her self on the floor in front of the bed. He slid to the edge and smirked, curling a finger at her. She crawled forward and he tapped her lips, petting her hair lightly as she opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out expectantly. With a firm grip at the base of her neck, he forced his cock down her throat.

Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, and she repressed the urge to gag and choke as she started sucking. The sound of his deep moan was the only motivation she needed to keep still as he fucked her throat. She tapped his thigh when she needed air and stroked the thick length in front of her with her hands while she caught her breath. Diving back down, she caught him by surprise, peaking up at him just in time to catch the gratified look on his face.

"Such a good girl, so eager to suck your master's cock," he crooned down at her, stroking her cheek gently as his head dropped back, mouth slightly open in bliss.

God she wanted to make him cum.

She tightened her lips, tongue massaging the shaft where she could reach as she worked to do just that. Her fingers crept up his thighs, squeezing and gripping to try and contain the urge to gag with every pass into her throat. A loud groan echoed through the room, and suddenly his hands were in her hair, pulling her off and yanking her up.

Pinning her to the bed, his fingers had a bruising grip on her throat and his lips crushed to hers as he kneed her legs open. He tested her wetness and, satisfied with his findings, with no mercy, slid in to the hilt. Her gasp was swallowed by his greedy lips as he drank up every sound she made.

A sharp thrust had her toes curling and her fingers fisting the sheets tighter. Hands gripped her hips hard and slammed her home. The smacking of skin on skin and choking moans filled the otherwise silent room. At the feel of him withdrawing further than normal she let out a breathless whine, and he chuckled.

"Does my little whore wanna cum?" He mocked, teeth gritted as he pounded her harder. She couldn't answer, lack of air giving her a slightly weightless feel. Just when she thought she might pass out his grip disappeared from her neck, and striped arms hooked under her knees, drawing her up to a new angle.

She was a mess, begging and pleading with him, "right there right there right there," she sobbed, fingers clawing at the mattress to get a hold on something, anything. She was so close, that rubberband at her core would snap any second, she just needed a little bit-

Her loud moan bounced off the apartment walls, and he fucked her through her orgasm, pounding that spot that sent heat directly to her core until she was begging him to stop. She was so sensitive that it hurt. She thought she might get reprieve when he pulled out, but that hope was dashed instantly when he simply flipped her over and yanked her hips into the air. She struggled to hold up on her quivering legs when his reentry nearly knocked her over.

"So tight Ka-go-me," he praised, sounding almost pained. "Such a good pet."

She could feel another orgasm building up as he abused that spot inside of her he was so adept at finding. The pain had circled right back around to pleasure again and she was more than ready for the second orgasm she knew he'd give her. She wanted to cry when he pulled out and warmth splashed across her thighs.

"I was so close," she groaned, slumping onto the bed, ass still in the air. His chuckle only deepened her pout. When she felt the bed dip with his absence she slid her hand between her legs in a quick attempt to finish herself off. She buried her face in the pillows to stifle her moans as her fingers swirled around her clit and teased her opening. A hand came down on her ass hard, startling her as the stinging sensation swept through the left cheek.

"Naughty girl," he muttered, shoving her hand out of the way as he cleaned her up with the damp rag he'd fetched from the bathroom.

"Please," she whined, earning another slap on the ass. Messaged recieved, she shut up and let him clean her. Her exhaustion caught up with her and she dozed under the gentle ministrations. He eased her body onto the bed and cuddled up against her, tracing her curves with one hand as the other tucked under her head.