Purpose: A Kylo Ren Tale

Fourteen

He is a generous Master, for I don't have to wait long.

One of his large hands reaches to shove my panties to the side. The other is exploring my dripping cunt. He swipes up and down, truly feeling how wet he's made me with his torture. And then slowly, so fucking slowly, he pushes two large fingers into me.

I moan. I arch my back. And I start to lift my head but he pushes it back down into the mattress with his free hand. He leaves me pinned there.

"Stay. I like this view."

I do as I'm told.

He slides in and out of me slowly, and it's only two fingers but I'm aware of the tight fit. And I can tell he's fully aware of it too, by the sounds escaping his mouth. He can't help but growl at the sight of his fingers disappearing, with my bruised ass in the air.

Suddenly he stops rocking in and out of me, and during the stillness he slips in a third finger. I realize in that moment that he's preparing me for more than just fingers - he's making sure I'm not too tight to handle him.

With three large fingers inside of me, I feel deliciously full. He takes the pressure off of my head and allows me to get up on all fours.

He's inside me, but he doesn't move.

"Fuck yourself."

I do as I'm told. I start working my body so that his fingers are going in and out of me even though he is still. I roll my hips in circles, move up and down, and grind back down onto his hand. I'm addicted to how he's letting me use him like my fuck toy.

Every once in a while he'll give me a command. Faster. Slower. Stop. Go. Slower. Faster. I follow every instruction he gives. My mind is happy letting him make every decision for me.

I'm starting my climb towards release.

But before I get there, he removes his fingers. I'm left feeling empty and hollow.

"Do not move."

I stay exactly where I am, on my hands and knees, exposed.

He walks back to the living room and I'm curious, but my questions are answered immediately when I see him return with his belt. He takes his place behind me again, and then I feel the soft strap of leather as he wraps his belt around my neck.

He holds it snug against my windpipe, tight enough to make me see small stars in my peripherals. But also just loose enough to allow some oxygen. Enough to keep me talking so he knows I'm alive. So I can say my safe word if necessary.

He holds both ends of the belt in his left hand. He uses it to roughly pull me up, so we're both on just our knees. His body is still directly behind mine but now I can feel his strong chest and hard cock pressed against my back.

His free hand snakes around to my front.

The belt is depriving me of air and my brain feels drunk. Every touch is heightened, every nerve more sensitive because of it. His large hand massages up my stomach and finds my breasts.

He pinches a nipple, hard.

I gasp, as well as I can with a belt wrapped around my throat. He repeats the sensation on the other nipple, his fingers then trail down lower and lower and then fucking finally they find my eager clit.

Swirls and flicks make me writhe against his body.

It's a mouthwatering sight: he's naked behind me, and he has my belted throat in one hand, my dripping cunt in the other. And I'm reaching a climax faster than usual thanks to the lack of air.