Wolven Den

Husky laughter.

"My good girl?"

Jerking her to her feet and pushing her backward, til the backs of her knees hit my toy chest.

"Sit. Legs open, wide as you can get em. Hands on the back of your neck. Head up. Eyes closed."

Watching as she moves into position, pretty pale flesh...all open and needy.

"Say it again. What do you need?"
 
Her commanding touch, her power as she drags me along, it's all I can do not to moan.

But obediently I sit down on the chest, spreading my legs as wide as I can, my cunt on full display, glistening with juices. Hands behind my neck, head up and eyes closed, not knowing what she wants to do with but relishing the ideas that come to mind.

I speak softly, but my voice is barely more than a whimper, a moan


"Please Daddi, use me, abuse me, as much as you want. I am your girl, your good girl, your slut girl."

Saying it outloud only makes me more aroused, slipping deeper into need

Edit: I'm not gone Daddi, I was pulled away temporarily from the computer
 
"Please Daddi, use me, abuse me, as much as you want. I am your girl, your good girl, your slut girl."

Squatting between spread thighs, two fingers thrust inward, curve upward, tease inner ridges with barely there flicks on each in and out.

"Use you? Abuse you? OK."

Third finger joins the first two, thumb moves up to lazily tease pretty pink clit from beneath it's hiding place.

"Up on your feet, hands on toy chest. Shoulder width apart. Legs same."

But my hand keeps moving, nail scraping inside, outside, over delicate cunt flesh that begs to be prodded.
 
Her fingers enter me roughly, powerfully, making me gasp out loud, my hips bucking out to meet her hand. Her fingers sliding in, easily lubricated by my wetness.

Another finger and then thumb on my clit, making me moan now, shuddering with pleasure, eyes flickering open and then shut as I get up off the chest, turning around, lifting my leg over her arm before leaving against the toy chest, spread wide enough for her to use me.

All the while whimpering and moaning as her fingers move confidently in and out of my cunt.


"Yours Daddi"
 
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Teasing, stroking...three in, one above, twisting, teasing, stroking...

"Stand up, now."

Voice whip crack, but fingers still stroking....
 
Lifting my hips further up, obedient, compelled by her voice, her voice that growls and sends shivers up my spine.
 
Withdrawing, pulling out. Watching as she moves to the stance I want. Her back bowed, breasts dangling, cunt open, puffy, pretty.

"I want to mark you."

No other words before hand flashes out and lands, hard and loudly, on a pale ass cheek. Another strike, other side. Moving to her right side, nails scrape over unmarked back flesh, pressing until I see ridged marks. Left hand connects with round ass, perfect hand print left behind.

"Abuse you?"

Moving to the spot just behind her, Right hand gropes for hair and twines into it. Yanking her head back. I lean over her, until my mouth is just by her ear. She can feel the scrape of denim on her thighs, on her ass. I move my hips, just a suggestion.

"You need roughness, hmmm?"
 
The first strikes comes out of nowhere, hard against my ass, a sharp slap that makes me yelp and then moan as the heat spreads out along my cheek, but only a few moments before another smack on my other cheek, making me moan again.

Her nails then on my back, making me arch my spine, a curve of ecstasy against her nails, gritting my teeth and swearing as she does.


"Fuck!"

Followed by a moan, this is what I need, to be a fucktoy for my Daddi, to be hers to use.

She stands behind me, her jeans rubbing against me, she moves only slightly, but I move my hips, sway against them, grinding against that semi-rough material.


"Please Daddi yes, it's what I need."


My voice is so soft now, just a mewing.
 
Her whimpered words make me grin...an unholy thing I am sure. Lucky she can not see it. Would worry her. I am in control. I miss this feeling. I miss this. Yanking her hair harder, fingers buried deep in her hair, mouth slips from her ear to her shoulder. Teeth find a spot and bite. Hard. Fast. Brutal. Empty hand draws back and then flies through the air to land with a resounding smack on her ass. Hand stings. I bite again. Then lave the pain away with a tongue.

Fingers slide down, feeling wetness and heat from between girl thighs, so well spread. Mouth moves up, to find her ear. A whisper of sound.


"And if I wanted to fuck you, hard, fast, deep. Could you take it without moving, without cumming until I say?"
 
Her roaming mouth finds my shoulder, her sharp teeth find my skin as they bite down, hard, there is only pain, but it feels so good, my arms almost buckling under me, whimpering with need. My eyes closed as I revel in the pain.

Another sharp smack on my tender ass, another helpless moan.

Her words in my ear, questioning.


"Yes Daddi, anything you want. Fuck me hard, fast. Make me cry. You are the Daddi, the Master.No cumming until you say."

Saying this only makes me wetter, wanting to squeeze my thighs together, but my legs are still spread for her.
 
Stepping away then. Glad I hadn't removed my harness before dressing earlier. I walk to the table by the head of the bed and find the toy I had used on her before. Large, scarily large. She needs stretching, she needs pain, she needs me. So that is what I will give to her. Unbutton the tight jeans, jerking them down to just below my hips, thankful they are stretchy and stay where I put them. Powder in the hole before pushing it onto the peg. Adjusting the harness, tightening the straps, adjusting my toy so that it rides just over my clitoris.

Another thing, snatched from the drawer, wiped with an alcohol cloth, covered with a bit of latex. Smooth, small, silver. Kicking off my flats I step into knee high boots, just for her, because I know I need the leverage. Finally, ready. I stalk back, stopping when I am just off to her left.


"Baby girl, look here."

I wait until her eyes come up. She sees me now. Brown skinned, still completely dressed except for the large jutting toy, jeans pushed down to accommodate it. Standing hip shot on high heeled boots, stroking my toy one handed, lubing it up for her. The other shows her the little silver egg. I say:

"You will use this. One handed. Hold it just over your clit. It will be turned on high. You will not move. You will not fall. You will not come until I say. Yes?"
 
I half turn as she calls me, drawing my attention.

My eyes widen at her plastic cock, that cock that she loves to use on me, the toy that makes me cry and beg, the one that makes my mind go blank. It still scares, I bite my lip.

I look at the egg she is offering me, taking it in my fingers, examining it before turning it on high and then placing it on my clit. Already tense with pleasure and pain, already so close to cumming already. The buzzing toy only makes it worse, biting my lip until I draw blood to distract myself from the incredible vibrations.

I look forward again, my mind filled with the size of that toy, thinking of it pushing deep inside me.


"I will take it, I will not cum as you use me."
 
"My good girl."

That is all. I finish moving, stepping behind her, aligning our bodies. My toy to her pouting cunt lips. Insertion is slow. Pushing the head in and then pulling back. A few more inches and back. My left hand grips her hip as the right one works the toy into her depths. Nails score her skin. Draw blood. I don't notice. My focus is on her. When half of the toy, her bane, her need, is inside. I slam forward, burying it, planting it. Deep. Then I wait.

"Ready?"
 
I give a long moan, loud guttural, half in pain, half in pleasure, my eyes roll backwards in my head as the toy stretches me filling me.

Her nails dig deep into my hips, but compared to that toy I can barely feel them, but they add that extra pinch that I need.

I hold still though, only moaning keeping the loud buzzing egg against my clit.

The pleasure is overwhelming, my mind swimming, and yet she has only just started, her hips still as she waits for my answer.


"Yes Master, I am ready. Yours to use"
 
Thrusts are hard. Very hard. Pulling out almost completely before slamming back. Again. Again. Her body trembles against mine. She doesn't move. I can feel the vibrations the egg causes. She doesn't move. Once she has opened just a bit more, I slow it down, rotating my hips, causing the toy to swirl deep within her wetness. Both hands are gripping her hips now. I use her body. Violently and then slowly. Pounding and then grinding. I can hear her whimpers...but she hasn't moved. Sweat gathers at the base of my spine, wetting the harness.

Voice is a low growl.


"Mine, yes? Release for me...."
 
Her thrusting is violent, powerful, her rhythm changing between fast and slow as she uses me. Unable to think of anything but the enormous toy driving deep into me.

Combined with the egg I am only just holding on, the effort of holding onto the orgasm is becoming almost painful, but making me feel so good, so hers.


"Yours Master, yours!"

Her permission drives me over the edge, shaking violently, screaming, my body being wracked with shivers as I cum, losing track of the whole world, my vision blacking out as the pleasure hits me.

Unable to hold myself up any longer I fall down against the chest, her large cock still inside me
 
Releasing her hips, hands start stroking soft, abused skin. I pull out slowly, step away, until the toy comes out with a slight *pop* of sound. She looks brutalized. Violently taken. Her ass is covered in red marks, back is bleeding, so are the swells of her hips. With no further ado, I grab her from where she has fallen and tug her upward.

"The bed, baby girl. I will be back."
 
She pulls me up and points me towards her bed.

I walk over slowly, not out of anticipation, but not sure whether my legs can carry me, feeling completely used, so wonderfully used.

I finally make it over to the bed, falling down on it, then crawling further into the bed, I pull the covers around me to keep warm, my body heat always leaks out after sex.

My muscles relax, my body finally realising how much it has been abused. Smiling and sighing happily as I await her return.
 
Divesting myself of the toy and dropping it into hot water to soak. Unbuckling the harness and tugging the jeans down, just a bit more so I can remove it from my sweaty skin. Finding a clean wash cloth, I wet it and soap it up, squeezing the excess water away. Then I return to her side.

"Move the blanket baby girl and flip over on your belly. Have to wipe the blood off of your back and hips."

Wait while she does so and then strokes soft soapiness over her skin, cleaning it. Dipping cloth into the bowl of hot water, rinsing the soap away. Applying the cloth to her back, her hips~ cleaning away the soap, the blood. Last time, dipping the cloth and applying it to her cunt, stroking over the skin from front to back, soaking up her wetness, pushing a finger inside, covered with terrycloth to sop up her moisture. Done. I drop the rag into the bowl.

"Better?"
 
Lying on my stomach I turn my head to look at her, smiling and nodding my head.

"Yes Master, much better."

The cool rage brushing my skin has relaxed me even more, my body still feeling wracked with the pleasure and pain, but now feeling refreshed.

Rolling onto my side I lean in and kiss her softly, then deepening the kiss, opening my eyes after breaking the kiss, eyeing that soft brown skin begging for my tongue to adore it.
 
Relishing her kiss. Glad I gave her what she needed. Happy she helped me burn off my own energy.

"Am daddi now, love. Try and rest...though I believe Thyri and you have plots to hatch..."

A wink. Leaning in to brush soft lips over hers, hand tangling into her hair.

"Find me again, soon, yes?"
 
Lies back on the bed, still smiling and giggling quietly.

"Ofcourse Daddi, I certainly will find you again soon, as soon as you want me again."
 
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