Delectable Deviants

Losing my temper.

Naughty girl bent over.

All of my razor words.

Every name I call you getting me ever more worked up.

Angry.

Spanking you harder and harder.

Until I can hear you sobbing.

Seeing your naughty cunt shed a tear.

It makes me hit harder.

…

Now..

Turn over.

Lay those hot cheeks on the cold wood.

And lets see how red I can make your pussy when I spank it.

How will your hard clit react to my hand?

You get to look at me.

Know what’s coming before the smack.

Every time my fingers are sullied by your sin, I will fucking scathe you.

And …

I wonder how much it will hurt when I fuck you.

Wonder if you’re lucky enough to feel my cock inside you.

My tongue, my lips sensual over the hurt.

The confusion of absolute pleasure and stinging pain.

…

Perhaps i’ll blindfold you.

Tie the naughty girl down.

Hard.

Ropes that bite.

Watching you wince.

Then sigh like the whore you are.

Delicious.

…

Making all those sensations sing within your panicked darkness.

Maybe i’ll just leave you there to pine for me and want and pure fucking ache.

…

Wondering if Sir thinks you’re cleansed enough to be taken.

…

Hard.

Deep.

Oh so roughly.

Slowly.

Sensually.

…

The contrast of touch and taken as soaring new frequencies over the emotions that already confuse and yet excite.

…

But for now your backside is so very sore.

And Sir is Delectably Deviant.

And oh the plans I have for you, Princess.

(via little-slave-girls)