City Of Need

13 🖤 Break Me...

I hear the zip of your jeans, then the sound of your foot steps as you move away. My neck aches, as I turn it to the side, tracking your movements. Watching you pick up a tall wooden stool from the corner the room.

You come back to me, lift up my head, and push the stool underneath it, setting my head on to it. I almost cry in relief.

'Thank you, Daddy,' I say and lick my dry lips. They should be coated in your cum by now, but you are not letting me off the hook so easily.

'I have a present for you,' you whisper close to my ear.

Oh god. My heart sinks further into the cage of my ribs.
'What is it, Daddy?' My voice is a whisper, coated in dread.

'Aw, Little Doll, are you scared of Daddy now?'

I nod my head, bite my lip and turn away from you.

'Don't worry, Little Doll. You're going to like it. In fact you're going to love it. Over and over and over again.'

Fuck. I don't like the sound of that.

You reach into your pocket and pull out a silver butt plug. It has a black stone set into the end of it. It's beautiful, and it's small. Thank god.

I smile as I look at it.

'Do you like it, Little Doll?'

'It's so pretty, Daddy. I love it.'

You drop a kiss on my forehead. It's so unexpectedly gentle that I feel like I'm melting into the table and I make a humming noise.

'Oh, beautiful girl,' you say and stroke my face. I lean into every stroke. Then you slide your hand down to my throat, tighten it a little and I feel all the lights coming on inside my body. It's not tight enough to restrict my breath, just tight enough to remind me that you're in change.

Releasing my neck your hand strokes over my bra. Your index finger flicks inside the seam and pulls.
Popping the popper buttons open. Leaving my nipple exposed in the centre of the lace triangle.

'Oh god,' I moan, and turn my hips as much as the binds will allow, towards you. Looking up at you, I am overwhelmed with adoration. 'Daddy,' I whisper.

'Yes, Little Doll?'

'Please.'

'Tell me, Roxy. What do you need?'

'Everything,' I moan as you pinch my nipple. 'I need your everything.' Fuck, the sensations. It's everything. You pinching me, the ropes tight as I writhe on the table, the hardness of the table under me. it's so much but not too much.

The ropes anchor me, but the pinching has me floating. I can't make a coherent thought, my mouth is choosing my words for me. 'You are everything, Daddy, and I belong to you.' I close my eyes, arch my back.

'Yes, Little Doll. Yes you do.' There's a smile in your voice. You keep your fingers pinching me as I feel a tap on my cheek. I force my eyes open, you're misty in front of me. Am I crying?

You hold the plug over my face, and say, 'Open wide.'
I open my mouth and you put it in my mouth. 'Now close.'

I close my mouth, and suck, making a pacifier of the plug.

'Good Girl. Now open.'

I open my mouth and the pinching stops. Immediately I want your hand back on my nipple. 'Please, Daddy,' I moan in frustration.

But you disappear to the other end of the table. Stroking down the backs of my pulled apart thighs, as my ass lifts off the table.

'Oh, god,' I moan, as your hand scoops up my honey and coats the plug with it. I gasp as you slide the it into my ass.

'Now for your next gift,' you say. My eyes spring open because your voice is not a soft as before, and the smile is gone from it. This is your strict voice. The one you use when you punish me.

You walk to the table, pick something up and come back to me, hiding it behind your back.

Then you squeeze my face, your thumb and fingers each side of my mouth, forcing it open. You lean right over me and say, 'Why is it that you can be such a sweet little doll one minute, and such an insolent little madam the next?'

I stare back at you, my mind frozen.

You squeeze tighter, and say, 'Use your words, Roxy. I'm waiting.'

'I can't speak properly, with you holding me so tight, Daddy.'

You loosen your grip and say, 'Now, Roxy. Tell me now.'

'Well, Daddy, I guess...' And I know I shouldn't - like I really, really know I shouldn't, but I just can't help myself. So I say, in my sweetest voice, 'I guess it's pure talent, Daddy. Maybe the primary purpose of my pretty mouth, is to be smart with it... To you.'

Your jaw falls open in surprise as you stare at me. But the look is soon replace by something else. Something terrifyingly calm. Your face becomes a mask and I swallow, hard. Oh fuck.

You smile, that sadistic smile and pull your hand from behind your back. In it is a vibrator. A big one.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What have I done.

'I'm sorry. I was just playing. I didn't mean...'

But you're already at the end of the table. Already scooping up my honey and coating the vibrator. Already sliding it into my pussy, all the way to the hilt, and now you're switching it on, full speed, and my ass is lifting off the table, and clenching around the plug, as I scream. And nothing smart is coming out of my mouth now, and I feel like nothing will ever again, as I scream, 'I'm sorry... Daddy, I'm sorry...' over and over again.

And now both your hands are on my nipples, pinching me, squeezing me, making me scream and make deals with you, and with the devil himself, and now you're back near my head, and you're moving the stool away, and lowering my head downward, and I'm watching upside down, as you unzip and push your cock in my mouth, and I scream around it and try to stop myself from coming, as you use my mouth as a fuck toy.

I have no control over my mouth, no control over my ass, or my pussy, and there are stars in my vision as my oxygen thins. Then you pull out, allowing me to choose oxygen over your love and then you slide your love back into my mouth, and like a beautiful black star lullaby, you say, 'Cum now, Little Doll, cum for me.'

Your love rips through me, tearing me apart, breaking me down to only this moment, to the most basic of needs, to complete trust, in you.

It feels sacred here, in the midst of the death of unimportant things. The space between being whole and being broken. In this space lays freedom, and peace, and you.

I feel your heart pulse on my tongue, then your seed fills me as I gag, and you pull out, coating my breasts with your soul, as your seed burns inside my lungs, and I know I am broken, and whole for you, in one long primal scream of ruin, and beauty, and rebirth.

Slowly you lift my head, slide the stool under it. Wipe my tears and your cum from my face. Switch off and remove the vibrator from my pussy. Unwrap the binds from my arms and legs, as you bind my heart to yours.

You lift me up into a sitting position, and then carry me back to the mat, where  you wrap a soft blanket and your arms around me, and say, 'You are my perfect pet. I will walk you, feed you, play with you and break you, and I will never leave you.'

I nuzzle into your neck, and say, 'Thank you, Daddy, for making a toy of me.'

I fall asleep, still wearing your jewellery, with the taste of your love on my tongue, and your seed growing in my lungs...