The.Mistress

Agh! I grunted when her soft little hand hit me across my goddamn face.

"Shut up!" She hissed before she resumed rocking her hips on top of me.

I gritted my teeth and fucking bit my tongue in the process just to keep myself from making unnecessary noise. Madame hated it. She didn't like me doing things she didn't order. Everything I did should be in accordance to her standards and demands. Including not making a sound which I should say was so damn difficult with how the sex felt so motherfucking good. Every time we're together, it's always her call.

I watched Madame atop me, her tits bouncing erotically with her wild thrusts. Her cunt was so fucking tight and wet around my dick. It's near breaking with the way it's cramming inside her every time she slammed down on me. And her throaty cries just made my cock spit copious precum. I wanted to howl when her fast rocking suddenly stopped as she glared down at me. Her face was void of emotion other than annoyance.

"Hold that up!" She snapped. "You better not cum, Bruce! Not until I tell you to."

"I won't, Madame. I promise. That's just my excited fluid." I answered politely.

Mother of fuck! What kind of a bullshit name was an excited fluid? This woman always made me feel like a fool. Her and her tight little cunt. She owned me. Everything she said was like God's ten commandments for me. I always obey them religiously. She'd wrapped me so damn tight. Not in her finger, no. In her hot, pink snatch.

"Good! I want to fuck longer. I've missed this." Madame told me before she gave me her sly smile. "I've missed you."

I swallowed my answer because she didn't permit me to. If she allowed me, I'd tell her how much my goddamn dick missed her cunt, too. How much my heart yearned for her. My eyes longed to see her again. It's just been two days since we last seen each other but it felt like eternity. I wanted to be with her all the time. I was fucking ruined. Madame owned me, heart, mind and soul.

She leaned over to put her hands above my chest and resumed fucking me down the bed. My gut tensed and my fingers curled tighter around the chains of the cuffs that bound my wrists to the bed posts. My ankles were also tied up. I wasn't allowed to buck nor do anything else but watch her bounce on me repeatedly as she took her pleasure from my body.

So I watched her with hooded eyes and straining muscles as my ten inched dick stood still and being used to bulldoze her tight, wet walls. Madame's rocking was uneven, almost without rhythm. I knew why she did this. To keep me from coming. And it's a torture for me. Every tryst we had was punishment sex. Madame seemed to always have the reason to give me penance of the things I did outside our secret fuck house.

But each torturous sex, even if she denied me orgasm, was a blissful experience for me. I didn't care if I don't get to come that much or not at all. All I ever wanted was to see her, watch her glow with every orgasm she took from me. And I'd be the happiest. Bone-crashing, soul-deep happiness like no other.

"Bruce! Bruce!" Madame started chanting my name and it's music to my ears. "Shit, Bruce! I'm cuming! Hold me! Take me, Bruce! Oh, God!"

I couldn't answer her. Not without her permission so I just waited for her command.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" She squealed and I started to buck my hips up to fuck her from beneath. "Yes! Yes! That's so good, Bruce! Dont stop!"

I tossed my pelvis higher and Madam's body also rocked harder on top of me. Her twat was so squishy wet and loud with my hard pounding. She leaned even lower into me to feed me her tits, one nipple after the other. I obeyed, taking her nipple into my mouth while eyes closed and moaning with delight.

"Eyes on me, Bruce!" Madame prompted.

My eyes flew open as I stared at her with an apologetic look. I didn't mean to close my eyes. She just felt so fucking good and tasted even better. I wished I had the opportunity to pleasure her earlier with my mouth on her cunt. But she'd been too horny for any foreplay and just attacked me after securing my binds.