Master's Orders
He ordered you to get on the bed as soon as he had you all to himself. He ordered you to get on all fours, to spread for him. To wait for him. To endure helplessly as you heard Gojo jacking off behind you, whispering, grunting, snickering as you ache to back up against him.
"No, no. Not yet. I told you that you needed to beg for it. I've yet to hear it. Go on. Beg." His command was accompanied by a loud smack, his big, rough hand on your left ass cheek. "Beg me, my pet."
You let out a squeal at the sharp sting of his hand, but at the same time you wanted, no needed to do as you were told. "Please." You feel your pussy clench, hear Gojo groan, "Please master. I've been a good girl all day for you, I need you."
"What do you need?" He teases you with his cock, rubbing the tip over your puffy lips, nudging at the entrance as his other hand moves up your back, trailing your spine.
His cock twitches, barely past the tip inside you before he pulls up, giving you another hard smack. "Say it."
"Your... your cock." Gojo smiles, pushing in just an inch and waiting, "All the way inside of me. I want everything you're willing to give me master. I'm begging you. Please fuck me already." Your words turn into a needy moan. "Show me that you own me."
He's inside you in one quick thrust, his cock almost splitting you open with the sheer force and size of him suddenly in your tight cunt. His hand sneaks around you, elbow resting between your breasts, his palm and fingers wrapping around your throat, angling your head upwards and, fuck, squeezing around throat.
Leaning over you like this he can't thrust as much as he wants but he makes up for it with speed and force, his balls smacking against you, thighs hitting the back of yours and his hand on your ass, massaging and squeezing the reddening cheek.
"Harder." You mewl, "Just a little harder."
Gojo laughs, deep and breathy, "What exactly are you referring to sweetheart?" He slaps your ass again, once, twice, thrice, almost bringing tears to your eyes, "Do you want more of these? More of this maybe?" He squeezes his hand around your throat, his fingers digging into your windpipe, your breath catching in your lungs. Then he lets go, and does it again, a few seconds longer this time. "Or perhaps you want me fuck you harder? Like a little needy fuckbunny? Does my little pet need to be fucked into the bed?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes. All of it, please Gojo, master please." You can hardly even form words anymore, remembering only a key few. Gojo does not hesitate, not even for a second. The lines of pleasure and pain, of yourself and him blur until you no longer know where you end and Gojo begins.
There's just you and him, indulging in your most carnal, primal needs as he hammers his hard cock into you from behind, sinking deeper and faster with each stroke.
It's not long before you feel yourself coming, spiraling deeding into ecstasy as Gojo keeps thrusting, his own hips shaking, his voice a deep growl as he empties his cock deep into your womb. Breeding you.
When you first asked for this, asked him to treat you this way, he wasn't hesitant at all, which while exciting took you a little by surprise. But you understood now. He did not hesitate because this was natural for him. To love you so deeply, to take you, to fill you up, to be your one and only master. And you his beloved, his lover, his toy, his pretty, obedient pet.