The Dom And His Sub

part 4

For the whole movie she had sat on his lap with his pulsing cock buried in her soaked cunt. She rocked her hips and lightly moaned, teasing him and pleasing herself. But he refused to fuck her right then and there. He didn't grab her arms and bounce her on that burning dick. Instead he let her stay there and lightly teased her breasts.

She endured all of it until the end of the movie, not once admitting that the teasing had pushed her over the edge more than once. Despite that she was frustrated and annoyed and still filled with lust. She could still see his erection struggling against his pants. After all he did to her he hadn't cum once. A growl escaped her throat as she stared but it quickly died down when she saw his smirk.

She pressed her legs tight together and waited until they got home. A thousand filthy thoughts raced through her mind. He had something planned for her. He was going to do something and she didn't know what. Would he push her against the wall and fuck her with the door wide open? Or was he going to pick her up and take her to their bed before pouncing and ravaging her tight little pussy? She slowly walked towards the house with his eyes burning with desire. Was he staring at her neck, wanting nothing more than to push her down and mark her again? Or did his eyes stay focused on her ass, wishing that the clothes were torn to shreds so he could smack it red?

She opened the door and heard a belt come undone. She knew now and she didn't even try to move away. He slid his belt around her neck like a leash and pulled her against his chest. Her legs shook violently as he grabbed her ass and lifted her into a deep kiss. His tongue slid past her lips with ease and tasted what he desired. He slowly teased her tongue up and down, urging it back into his mouth before he lightly sucked on it.

She pulled back out of breath but he waisted no time in ripping off her shirt and pushing her pants off. She stood there chest and pussy bare for his eyes. He threw his clothes off and gripped the belt tightly, leading her to the nearest table. Her pussy was dripping and her legs were soaked. And when he bent her over the table it was a waterfall.

She didn't need to see his cock line up, the heat from his tip was enough. Then when the belt tightened lightly around her throat she threw her hips back just as his blazing red pierced her snug cunt. It slammed right against her spot and she moaned loudly, urging him to go harder.

He slapped her ass with one hand and pulled on the belt with the other. All the while forcing her walls apart with the burning dick that drove her absolutely insane. She felt it grow and stretch her aching pussy. And when he leaned down and bit the spot connecting her neck and chin she tightened around him.

He growled against her, the vibrations and constant thrusting made him seem like an animal. And she was more than willing to be his bitch in heat. He placed his hands on her waist, flipping her over without pulling out. He spread her legs further to the point of mild pain but she loved it. He leaned down and bit her neck again, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic.

There were no words. Just the slapping and panting and moaning shared between them as they came closer to their peak. He pulled back slowly this time, gripped the belt so hard his knuckles were white, and growled deeply.

"You are mine!"

He slammed everything inside and shot his load right against her spot. She dug her nails into his back and neck, marking him so that every woman would know he was her master. They fell to the floor panting and exhausted.

Then he smiled an innocent idiotic smile and kissed her cheek before snuggling against her. She was warm and made him feel at peace with everything in the world. He brushed some hair out of her face and pressed his forehead against hers as she started to doze off. "I love you my princess."