Push me over the edge Sir…

The sound bellows through the room with each swift crack of leather across the delicate flesh of my behind. Now tinted a bright crimson as welts begin to make themselves known. My body trembles uncontrollably. The sensation rushes through me in encompassing waves of tantalising pain. Flooding over me, rendering my senses unusable.

I can not speak. I can not think. My breathing hastens as the whimpers escape my lips. Forced cries as the blows follow one after another. Striking harsh, their fervour spurred on by his lustful sadism. His hunger for that power. His pure unadulterated need for it.

The belt drops to the floor in a singular and swift motion and he knows exactly what will push me over the edge. What will drive me to that elevated space that I long for. That my quivering body begs for. I feel the rush of air as he shifts position to place himself behind me. The warmth of his fingers as hands find their way to each cheek of my arse and suddenly I realise what’s coming. The breath from my lungs is torn away in an instant as he pushes his cock inside of me. Not into the wet mound between my legs but deep into my tight little arsehole and I cry out with the pleasurable pain of it all.

My body is pinned to the couch as he thrusts; deep strokes controlled and assertive. I hold on tightly to the top of the couch with one hand digging my nails into the fabric. The other pushes against the mirror on the wall in-front of me. I look up to see my own eyes staring back. Desirous and full of desperation. The ball of the gag shimmering with my drool. It's as though I were watching a movie play out before me, I am there but absent at the same time. I see his face as he pounds away at me, the lust in his eyes and that devious smirk upon his lips. I can feel myself grow wetter at the image, feel the drip work its way down my thighs. I feel myself blush and wonder if he notices.

His pace quickens as he forces himself harder, deeper inside of me. The sound of his flesh smacking against mine with each stroke. I can feel my heart racing and I know I’m beginning to lose myself. I can barely hold my body up any longer and I begin to lose the ability to grip the couch. Drool is running down my chin as I try desperately to keep my eyes open. He emits a delicious growl as his hands grip tighter on my skin, as he fucks my arse roughly and without mercy. It’s the catalyst that sends me straight over the edge into that blissful state of being. Floating in ecstasy as the high washes over me and the world around me slips away into the distance. The euphoria is indescribable. A beautifully erotic experience. The ultimate surrender. The ultimate freedom.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you…You’re safe.” His words drift their way into my thoughts as I feel myself begin to gently shift back to reality. My body shaking and spent. Uncontrollable spasms pulsate through every inch of me as I feel his embrace around me and I allow myself to feel it all. No fear. No resistance. Just pure trust that this man will nurture me back to reality again. That he will protect me and guide me through the exquisite darkness…