Page 62 of A Good Girl's Guide to Dominance
“You want me to use that slutty fucking mouth of yours?” She nods again, and the way she keeps her eyes on me is the exact finishing touch my cock needs to reach a rock solid erection.
In a desperate rush to feel the warmth of her mouth, I step forward and slide my cock over her drooling tongue, pushing myself into her mouth until I reach the back of her throat. The sensation is out of this world, sending my mind into a state of euphoria as she engulfs me entirely. I swear, Nia’s mouth is my drug. She is my heroin, my ecstasy, my cocaine, and I am truly at her mercy when she begins to suck. I lose control, dropping the desire to talk and command her, and picking up my need to fuck her mouth. She moans as I grab both sides of her head and use her to pleasure myself.
“Oh my god, that mouth,” I grunt above her. “That filthy, disgusting, perfect mouth of yours, Nia. I never want to be apart from it.”
Nia doesn't respond with words, only groans of satisfaction and eagerness. I use her mouth for five minutes, stroking in and out while giving her no breaks. By the time I'm finished, she is a drooling, wet mess with a face smeared in saliva. I don't give a fuck. I bend down and kiss her hard as if nothing is there. Who would I be if I acted disgusted by something I caused? Yes, she is my filthy little whore, but I am hers, too.
“You're so fucking beautiful when you're disgusting for me,” I tell her when I pull away, although the distance makes me yearn to yank her close again. “All I want is to be inside of you, and I can't take it anymore. There was so much more I had in mind when I opened the door and saw you standing there in that perfect fucking way that you do, but you've ruined it now. I need to feel how wet you are, and I can’t wait any longer. Now crawl your disgusting little ass over to that bed and keep your tongue out like the slut you are. Drool the entire way so that I have to clean up after you. Do it now.”
Nia pants as I take a step back to let her start her journey to the bed on all fours. She turns around and begins, her bare ass pointed back at me, enticing me, begging me to mount her from behind instead of letting her go. The urge is so strong that I have no choice but to fist my cock as I watch her crawling away. She turns around to look at me, but I don't stop. I want her to see it. I need her to know how insane she makes me. I see the smirk slowly forming on her lips before she turns back around, tongue out as she crawls to the bed and stops when she reaches it.
“Good little whore,” I say as I walk over to the bed with her. “Now climb on and stay on all fours. I want that ass so high in the air it reaches the fucking ceiling. I’m about to use your tight little hole.”
While Nia puts her face down on the bed and her ass up in the air, I reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom, tearing off the wrapper and sheathing my cock as quickly as I can, becausewaiting to be inside of her is a new form of torture. As soon as I have it stretched over my length, I step close, slap Nia across the ass, and slide inside.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, and I see her fist the sheets as soon as I start fucking her.
“Yes. This is what I have been in need of all day,” I say. “I've needed your pussy, my little goddess. I've craved it. Yearned for it. Ached to be inside of you. The need hurt my stomach like hunger pangs, and now that I'm here, I don't ever want to stop.”
“Don't stop, Sir,” she pleads as I pound her relentlessly.
“I won't. Not until your tight pussy is completely stretched out.”
“Yes! Ruin my fucking hole. Stretch me all the way out, Sir. Use me.”
“I'm going to use you,” I reply, gripping her hips so tight I know it must hurt. Good. In our world, pain is pleasure. “Whose whore are you?”
“I’m yours,” Nia responds loudly. “I'm your whore, Sir.”
“Say it again,” I demand, smacking her ass.
“I'm your whore.”
“Again,” I repeat with another slap of her ass, this one causing her skin to immediately redden. Fuck yes.
“I’m your fucking whore, Sir,” Nia screams.
“You're fucking right. My perfect, filthy, little whore. Your only use is your holes.”
“Yes. My only use is my holes,” she agrees, just as lost in the moment as I am. “Please use my holes, Sir. I am yours.”
I don't hold back an ounce of strength as I pummel Nia’s tight pussy until I feel an orgasm prodding me from inside. As it builds, I go all-out, smacking her ass again before squeezing her hips with enough strength to pop the blood vessels beneath her skin. She lets out a painful yelp followed by a moan of pleasure, then the floodgates open.
“Sir … can I please come for you?” she begs.
I don't have it in me to deny her and keep going. Just like her, I’m at the edge of my own cliff, and the momentum carries me forward until I am falling with her.
“Come for me, my little goddess,” I say. “Comewithme.”
The next sixty seconds are filled with indistinguishable sounds—moans, groans, grunts, and howls fill the air and bounce off one another as Nia and I come together, our bliss in perfect sync. Our bodies vibrate as our respective orgasms force us into seizures that make us both collapse onto the bed in a heap, our arms and legs criss-crossing over each other. We pant up at the ceiling, sweat covering our bodies and sinking into the sheets.
“Oh, my fucking god,” Nia exclaims with closed eyes.
“That was perfect,” I say. “You … Nia … you're perfect.”
When I first started the compliment, I meant for it to be part of the scene, switching from degradation to praise now that I'm satisfied. But as the last word comes out of my mouth, I realize that it’s something different, and I'm not sure if Nia even catches it.
Perfect. She is perfect, and that’s not just dirty talk. I mean it when I say it.
