Liberation

She makes him so angry. She knows how to get under his skin. She ignites his soul. She makes him think nasty thoughts. She makes him see black. Her thoughts haunt him, her voice seduces him. She has fucked his mind so many times, leaving him weeping for more. In her presence he feels like a child. She berates him, she scolds him. She taunts him. She will deprive him of touching her, sometimes for days. She often teases him with her body; flaunting her nakedness in front of him. Her breasts jiggling and swaying as she walks. She will sometimes bend down to get something, exposing her ass to him. She will make him watch her take a shower. He loves the way she washes herself, lathering her breasts up with soap and then her pussy. If she feels like being a real bitch she’ll start rubbing on her clit and put on a show for him. She’ll come just on spite. Other times she will openly let him watch her masturbate. With a chair positioned right in front of her she makes him sit there naked, with hands tied behind his back. By this time his cock is painfully erect. She offers him no salvation. She fucks herself and he suffers.

Tonight is no different. It has been four days since he last touched her. Four days of pure agony. Four days of watching her and wanting her. Hating her and loving her all at the same time. The control she has over him is astounding, fascinating even. But the prize is worth the torture. Her darkness is a gift and he would never abuse it. She likes things done a certain way. He is her puppet and she pulls the strings, sometimes almost choking him to death. His cock is hard. He hasn’t come in four days. She won’t let him masturbate. She is relentless. She is insufferable at times. Still, he can’t think of any other place he’d rather be. Her capacity to love is just as strong as her ability to make him suffer. It is what keeps him under her wing.

He’s pacing the floor. She hasn’t been home for hours and he has no idea where she is. How dare she leave him here for hours? His cock is hard and he needs release. He hasn’t even gone to work for the last two days because of his hard cock. Peeing is painful. He can’t do much of anything. She makes him wear nothing from the waist down. She doesn’t want anything rubbing against his cock. Even when he sleeps he is forbidden to use a blanket. She’ll even go so far as to not sleep in the same room with him. That bitch. Many times he just wouldn’t sleep at all. His cock made almost anything impossible. Once he went to check on her and she had locked the door. That fucking bitch.

When he showers she will watch him with scrutiny. He is allowed two minutes. He is not allowed to touch his cock. All he can do is let soapy water run over it. When he dries himself with a towel he has to let his cock air dry. She doesn’t want anything to cause him the slightest bit of pleasure. He can’t come until she gives him permission. When she finally allows him to come – sometimes he has to do it himself. She’ll nonchalantly shrug her shoulders and say she’s not in the mood. That is the worst. All the waiting and she still denies him her body. Thankfully that doesn’t happen too often. When she does let him come inside, being wrapped in her arms and enveloped by her warmth is sometimes even better than actually coming. Feeling her stroking his hair, kissing his neck, stroking his back, makes him purr like a kitten in her arms.

He looks down at his hard cock and is tempted to touch it. He needs to come. The build up is more than painful now and she knows it. His mind is half gone. He’s wearing a black tight t-shirt that doesn’t fall past his belly button. She actually cut his shirts to make sure of the length. A part of him wants to defy her and pleasure himself right now – but he knows that if he does gratify himself she will know and she will start this bloody torture all over again.

Another half hour goes by and he hears the key turn and the door open wide. She walks in with shopping bags in her hand. She’s the only woman he’s ever known that oozes sensuality. Even when she’s wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt her sexiness pulls him in and keeps him under lock and key. She’s babbling about something but he cannot hear any words. He only sees her lips move. He is so horny, so fired up, that just the sight of her is making him lose control. He lunges toward her and pushes her hard against the front door, ramming her back right into the doorknob. She screams out in pain. Her eyes are bursting with anger. He has seen that look before only now he couldn’t care less. She tries to push him away, thinking she still has the upper hand but her attempts at freedom are futile.

“You’re going to make me come and you’re going to make me come now! Is that understood you fucking twat?”

Stunned by his authority she retreats into the corner. She looks confused.

“Get down on your knees.”

She laughs out loud. “You’ve got to be fucking –“

He slaps her hard in the face. Her cheek instantly turns red. She looks beautiful, like a princess who just learned she will never become his queen.

“I said get down on your knees!”

She leans against the wall and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to? I will do no such thing.”

He’s furious. His blood is boiling. He smiles at her to make her thinks she’s won but then slaps her again, even harder to where she looses her footing and falls to the floor. He can see the tears stinging her eyes. She looks up at him, and for the first time he sees fear in her eyes. It causes his cock to twitch.

“Now, do you want another slap or are you going to get on your fucking knees?”

He doesn’t even wait for an answer. He bends down, raises his hand and slaps her a third time. She holds the bruised cheek in her hand, the tears falling freely and starts to cry. It’s one of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard. Without a word spoken she gets on her knees and awaits his command.

“Fuck me with your mouth.”

He can tell she is struggling within herself. She doesn’t want to do this but she is more afraid of what he’ll do to her if she does not comply. She takes him into her mouth. He grabs the back of her head and he guides her, pushing his cock deep into her mouth. He comes too quickly, but that is to be expected.

“Make sure you swallow every last drop.”

When she’s done he is still hard. He is still angry and he wants to fuck her. He raises her to his feet and undresses her, without love, without any tenderness. All he wants to do is get her naked. He pulls the shirt over her head, an earring gets caught on the fabric, causing some resistance but he doesn’t care. He yanks it off anyway and the earring rips out of her ear. She is bleeding. His cock responds to the sight of her blood. She’s not wearing a bra. She never does. Her breasts are his weakness yet he cannot afford give her the upper hand. He bends down and pulls down her pants and her panties. He sees the wet spot in the crotch. He tells her to step out of her pants and then slips her sandals off. He takes the wet panties and brings them to her face.

“So you cock-sucking bitch. You liked that huh? Got you all wet. Well, I guess we learn something new every day.” He puts the wet panties in her face to taunt her.

She tries to push them away and struggles to break free. He holds them firmly in place to where they are suffocating her. He knows she cannot breathe. She’s flailing her arms. He can hear her muffled screams. He keeps them there a few seconds longer and then throws them on to the floor. Her breath comes in short hard gasps. He turns her around, grabbing her ass, and guides her into the next room. He then pushes her hard into the kitchen table.

“Now bend over.”

He slams her head down onto the table and again grabs a hold of her ass. He reaches around and touches her pussy, getting his fingers nice and wet. He teasingly rubs her clit, feeling her body respond to his touch and then abruptly he stop. He lubricates her ass hole and plunges his cock into her. It’s nice and tight in there. He pounds himself into oblivion, violating her with his cock. She’s screaming and he has no idea if it’s out of pain or pleasure or both. He’s too far gone to care. He fucks her harder and faster until he realizes that she’s fingering herself. That bitch. He’ll make her pay for that. He should have restrained her hands but he didn’t think that far ahead. The sounds of her coming cause him to do the same as he expels his seed inside her ass.

He pulls out and doesn’t even look at her.

“I’m going to take a shower, alone. And when I’m finished it will be your turn and you can count on me watching you every step of the way.”