Of course; he himself had said that he had a healthy sex drive. Why shouldn't he be allowed to get off to you? You were panting slightly, a bit of a sticky mess with the plug still inside you.
Seán came forward, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your lips while he exposed himself. You kissed back eagerly, and he smirked against it.
What am I turning into?
"All right kitten, you ready?" he asked softly, the tip of his length prodding your entrance. You squirmed a good deal, wanting him not to tease like he usually did. You were still coming down from your high, but you knew you were more than willing to go again. Not as though you had a choice in the matter, not really. He wanted you to be prepared for him at any given moment.
He slid in slowly, and you whimpered at the sensation of being filled up again. Shooing your hands away your dom held your legs up himself, pumping into you at a steady but slow pace.
"How does this feel, kitten? Good?" You nodded eagerly, hands now free to grip the bedcovers beneath you. "Good, good... I think you could take two separate men, now. That's good..."
Two separate people? What was he planning, to share you?!
I don't want to be shared, I only want him...
What on Earth were you turning into? A slut might have been a decent definition, if a little crude and mean.
Your dom was thrusting with abandon like before, his head tipped back and eyes closed. A small part of you wanted him to look at you while he fucked you, but you weren't so sure that such a request wouldn't have gotten you punished somehow. What he did was his own business, after all...
His nails were digging into your thighs, and you opened your mouth to speak but let out one of his favorite mewling sounds instead. This only encouraged him, pumping harder, smirking down at you.
The feeling of being full had caused another knot to form in your stomach, and it was already on the verge of breaking wide open. "S-sir, please, m-may I come?" you begged, voice broken in time with his thrusts.
"Not yet," he warned you, leaning down and grabbing a toy from the open chest on the floor. It turned out to be a bullet vibrator, a tiny thing, really. Seán pressed it directly to your clit and turned the thing on.
Your body jerked like before, spine curling up and away from the bed. Fuck, it felt amazing! "H-holy shit!" you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your skull.
Your dom smirked, thrusting all the harder, the sound of your bodies connecting echoing the room over that of the vibrator.
You came abruptly, hard, squirting a little bit against the little toy and all over his cock. Your jaw fell open to let out a drawn-out whimper, hands gripping the blankets beneath you tightly.
Just as abruptly, he pulled out, suddenly grabbing you by the hair and throwing you to the floor, onto your knees. He stroked himself with vicious motions, gushing in white ribbons onto your face. You weren't expecting it, and you cried out in surprise. "You little bitch, I told you... always tell me when you are about to come!" he yelled out. Once he was finished with his orgasm, he paused for a moment before slapping you across your seed-riddled face.
The blow made you cry out again, tears stinging your eyes. You didn't dare look up at him, knowing that his expression was one of anger and disappointment.
Seán walked away, fixing his clothing as he snatched a towel from his ensuite bathroom, throwing it at you. "Clean yourself up," he muttered. In the meantime he grabbed both the bullet and the rabbit, taking them into the bathroom to clean.
You wiped your face carefully, before realizing that you were crying into the towel. The orgasm had been so sudden, you had had no time to say anything! It wasn't fair! But rules were rules, and your dom was, of course, always right.
He returned with a much softer expression, taking your arms and making you stand up. He grabbed the towel from you and wiped a bit of seed that you had missed from your face, looking down at you with his gentle blue eyes. "Do you understand what it is that you did wrong?" he asked in a soft voice.
"Y-yes, sir..." you muttered, voice threatening to break. The tears in your eyes were already spilling over, down your cheeks. His handprint stood out on your face.
"Don't cry, kitten, I don't need to punish you for this. The slap was more than enough. But learning to control your orgasms is very important to me, okay?" He pressed a kiss between your eyes, rubbing your upper arms in an effort to calm you down. "You've still done very well today. Are you tired?" You nodded silently, trying to calm yourself down as well. You hated the fact that he was not angry, just disappointed. "Don't worry. I won't put you in the cage again, not tonight. You'll be sleeping with me in my bed."
It was better than you could have hoped for. The cage was awful and uncomfortable, cold as hell and cramped. His bed seemed wonderfully plush.
But something else had to be taken care of first. Seán smiled and gently brought you back down onto the floor, on all fours with your hips up high, as usual. Slowly, he removed the plug from inside of you, making you sigh in relief as it was removed.
He gently guided you back towards the bed afterwards, after changing the top blanket, of course; you had squirted all over it. "Perhaps next time I shall have to lay down some plastic or something, seeing as how you're a squirter." He smiled as he said this. "It's incredibly sexy, you know."
Your face burned a little bit, and he allowed you to get beneath the covers. It was softer than you could have imagined, and you sank gratefully into it.
He undressed partially, pulling on a pair of pajama pants before slipping under the blankets with you. Pulling you close, he kept an arm around your middle, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "Sleep well, kitten."
