My arms became weak from the silk binds holding them up for so long. I could not escape the secure hold of the ropes tied tightly to the headboard. Jeff continued to plunge into me with his long dark hair around his flushed, sweaty face and saliva slightly forming around his carved smile. I couldn't help but to moan at every move he made and the sounds he emitted when he peered at me. The sex was always kinky, that's how we actually got along. Lately we've been fighting a lot, but it was never physical. Although the only thing that was physical was the sex. We role played. I would wear my black leather French maid outfit, too short around my thighs causing my ass to be visible as day; fishnets and a pair of black stilettos. Jeff ordered me to wear this outfit for him tonight, and me being his good little girl, I obeyed. "Master, please?!" I begged as I felt myself climaxing. Then there he stopped mid-thrust and sat there with with a sinister look in his eyes. They were filled with lust and darkness, as he began to watch me beg for him to finish. It was frustrating of course, but this is what he did every single time. I tried to ride out my troubled orgasm, but it was unsuccessful. I cried a little, biting my lip as I tried to behave.

"Good girl." he whispered softly, slowly sliding his hand up my chest and between my breast. "Good girl." My head was spinning and I needed to finish or else I would explode, but Jeff decided he would toy with me some more. I feel like I've become nothing more than his sex toy, his cheap little whore, but in a sick way, I love it. I love feeling owned and the abuse, I love hearing him whisper "Mine." when he fucks me, I love calling him master and knowing I'm his. His hands roamed all over my body and I couldn't contain my moans, he looked down at me, his eyes were almost staring through my soul.

"I know what you did yesterday." My heart raced, he knew I broke a rule, but I pretended to be innocent.

"What did I do, Master?"

"Don't play dumb slut, you know what you did. You pleasured yourself and came without my permission. I could smell it on you when you came to bed last night."

"I'm sorry my Master! I was so turned on from you touching me and reminding me of how I'm yours. I couldn't stand it.."

Before I could finish my plea he smacked me.

"You are to never come unless you ask me. That is a rule, and you fucking broke it.

I knew I was in for it, he was angry, he was going to show me no mercy tonight. He was going to beat me into submission and fuck me senseless.

"You filthy little whore." He repeated over and over.

I couldn't talk, he didn't allow me to. I didn't want my punishment to be any worse so remained silent while he berated me. His silver eyes were glowing with rage and lust, I could see the punishments play out in his mind. I was excited and scared, I knew he would not allow the safety word and my own sexual gratifications wouldn't be met tonight. Jeff walked over and untied my hands, I didn't move because he didn't permit me.

"Get down here on your knees, you're going to finish me off then I'm going to punish you."

I quickly got off the bed and on my knees as he ordered, I looked up at him and did a little smile in hopes to charm him, but sadly it failed.

"Don't even try the cute routine, slut."

I frowned a little but continued doing as he ordered me to do, I wrapped my hand around the base then slowly dipped his dick into my mouth. I was going to do slow, teasing strokes but he grabbed me by my hair and fucked my mouth, he went deep too soon and I gagged and tried to fight, but he was too strong. I hated to deep throat so soon and he knew that, but I was being punished so I took it. The feeling of him violating my throat became too hard to handle and I started to choke, my eyes watered heavily and I began to whimper. He merely looked down at me and laughed then thrusted into my mouth even faster. He felt close to finishing and I was so thankful, but I felt him stop and pull out.

"Open your mouth wide and loosen your top enough for me see those tits."

I winced, I knew what he was going to do. I hate the taste of cum and I hate it getting in my hair or chest, but I had no choice so I followed instruction. Closing my eyes, opening my mouth, and leaning back slightly I waited for his "gift" he stroked himself and I could hear his small growls and groans he made when he came close to finishing. I felt the warm, thick fluid hit my face, I tried not to cringe too much, for it would only upset him. I felt another rope of it fly into my mouth and then he squirted the rest on my breasts. Opening my eyes I looked down to see my chest was covered in his seed. The feeling of it oozing down wasn't exactly pleasurable either.

"Lick it off."

I looked up at him pleadingly, but he remained settled on his decision. He sat in the lounge chair we kept in the bedroom and lit himself a cigarette, still watching me intently. I sighed to myself and began to clean him off of me, I internally writhed each time I licked, the strong salty taste made me sick but I finally finished. Bowing my head to show submission I await the next command.

"Well, aren't you going to thank me, and tell me how good it tastes?"

"Thank you, Master. It tasted very nice, it is why I made sure to get every last drop."

I didn't care to be degraded so deeply, he knew it, he was going to do everything I didn't like.

"Good girl, now I want you to tell how I should punish you. Come sit on Master's lap."

He motioned for me to come over and I felt like there was a steam hammer in my chest. I could tell he was growing impatient by my hesitance so I rushed over to him. I easily sat on his lap and he pulled me into his chest, his grip was firm and I could smell a hint of his body wash along with cigarettes. Long leathery fingers ran through my hair and I heard him hum a little song.

"Why aren't you telling me how I should punish you?"

"I'm sorry Master, you didn't give me permission to speak."

"I told you to sit on my lap and we'd discuss your punishment."

Great, he's playing mind games. I snuggled my face against his lovely pale neck and twirled his hair, it was a risk, but I couldn't resist myself. I love these little intimate moments. It's one of the few times he's not cold or inhuman. His hand slid up my leg and he traced his nails back down giving me chill bumps, I resisted the urge to arch my back and moan.

"We're not playing the quiet game, Alice."

"I-I'm sorry sir, I believe you should use the flogger on me, you should beat me until I'm covered in bruises."

"I did that last time, you were soaked when I finished. I believe your punishment should be more severe and leave more of an impression."

"Then you could possibly dump candle wax on my nipples, you know I don't care for that feeling."

He took his cigarette out his mouth and stroked his chin, pondering to himself if he'd like that.

"Or maybe I could crush my cigarette out on you."

Without thinking I coiled back from his touch, but his hand gripped my wrist and held me to him.

"Don't be silly, I'd never scar your smooth skin." He ran his tongue from my clavicle up to my neck. Before I could think, a small gasp came out of me.

"I believe I may have figured out your punishment, but first, you need to tell me why you're a dirty slut."

I was hoping he'd forget, I wasn't good at talking, let alone making eye contact, but he'd make me look him right in his eyes and tell him. Without so much of a warning, he pushed me to the floor beneath him.

"Get back on your knees, look me in my eyes, and tell me why you're a filthy whore and tell me why you broke that rule."

I felt that familiar feeling of the carpet bearing into my knees when I knelt in front of him. It took a lot of my strength to look into his eyes, there were almost glowing with excitement. For once, I was afraid of that look, I had never seen him give me that look, the only people I had ever seen him give that too were his victims. My stomach dropped and I felt my mouth dry up. I believe he sensed my fear because a loving hand caressed my cheek and one finger traced it's way beneath my chin.