There’s a common misconception about d/s couples, I think – that we’re constantly in this dynamic with one another where, as the submissive, I’m constantly being punished by my master…that we’re constantly fucking. We do fuck an awful lot, with him demanding, growling, hissing into my ear not to cum until he tells me to. My ass stings from his spanks and my neck aches from him snapping my head back with a handful of hair.
But we love one another. It isn’t always about rough, hard fucking. Sometimes, we both just want to have slow, soft, sensual sex, the kind that makes your toes curl and your heart flutter. Sweet love.
photo credit: Rikh Mukherjee
The domination dynamic is still there, but I’m not always being punished.
Sometimes, he follows me into the bedroom, kissing my neck and possessively wrapping his hands around my waist. We fall on the bed together, both squirming out of our clothing as we exchange wet, passionate kisses. I throw my leg over him, straddling him and teasing his cock with my waiting pussy. We continue to make out, and we both moan with pleasure when I finally sink onto him, my clenched pussy tight around his thick shaft. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, spanking me hard once and grabbing a firm handful of my ass.
His hips rise to meet my slow bounces, and we both breathe heavily, wanting more and more and more of one another. I moan, low into his ear and gasp as he slips a finger into my ass slowly, gently. He wants me to cum. He wants to feel my orgasms spasming against him, making it impossible for him to hold back. And I want him to cum. I want his hot, thick, juices filling me, dripping out of my pussy and running down his shaft, mixed with my own juices.
“I love you, Rori,” he whispers into my ear, nibbling on my earlobe and trailing kisses and bites down my neck.
He rolls me over so he’s on top of me and pins my arms above my head so he can watch my breasts bounce as he slams into me again and again. My back arches as I’m brought to the edge. He releases my wrists and I grab onto the headboard as he pins my thighs open and fucks my cunt, hard. Before long, I’m screaming.
“Daddy, please, may I cum,” I babble, the words tumbling out instinctively. I’m going to cum either way; I can’t hold back.
He nods and groans loudly, spilling into me as I cry out and cum. Sweaty, beautiful, hot, we lie tangled in one another’s arms, him still inside me, my legs shaking.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you,” he says again, kissing my forehead. “Did that feel good, baby?” He strokes my hair lovingly, his eyes looking deeply into my own.
“Yes, Daddy. I came really hard,” I mummer, still drunk with orgasm.
“Good girl.”
I don’t have to be tied up and punished to know that I’m loved, to know that I’m owned.
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