She paced back and forth across the house, full of nervous energy. It seemed as though she'd been waiting for hours. In point of fact, she had been - he'd first mentioned it when he'd woken her that morning. She closed her eyes, remembering his hand on her hip, gently turning her on her back, softly kissing her neck until she opened her eyes. "I have something very special planned for tonight," he'd said, his fingers sliding down between her legs...
She shook her head to try and rid herself of the image. "No touching yourself," he'd warned when he left, and she had promised she wouldn't. Sitting round reliving that morning and the way he held her arms down and looked in her eyes while he fucked her wouldn't do at all if she was to keep it. She paced around some more, her heels sounding more and more impatient with each passing moment. Not knowing what it was he had planned, she'd dressed carefully: her black corset, garter belt with back seamed stockings, ludicrously high ankle strap heels, no knickers - nothing that would get in the way or couldn't be easily removed with her hands tied behind her back or cuffed to the bed frame.
The sun was just starting to go down when her phone rang. "Hi babe," he said when she answered. "I have some bad news. Something's come up and I'm not going to be able to make it tonight. The surprise is just going to have to wait." She did her best not to sound too disappointed. All that waiting for nothing.
She put the phone down and sighed. With him not coming home there was no point keeping her outfit on, and her feet were getting sore from all the stalking back and forth she'd been doing while she waited. She decided to have a bath before she went to bed. She stripped off her clothes while the water ran and piled her hair on top of her head, then grabbed her iPod to put on some music and slipped into the water.
The hot water felt good against her skin. She closed her eyes and sank deeper into the water trying to wash the disappointment away. She had been looking forward to tonight all day and now nothing would come of it. She wondered what his plan had been. So frustrating, not being able to touch herself all day. But now that the game was apparently over she could relax. She reached behind her for the waterproof vibrator she kept on the shelf.
Turning the vibrator on, she held it against her clit for a moment before pushing it inside her. Now she could go back and think about that morning, him on top of her, holding her down, fucking her in long strokes and telling her that he owned her, that she was his to command and do with as he pleased. She fucked herself slowly, her other hand tracing wet circles around her nipple.
Between being lost in thought and the music, she hadn't heard or the door open or noticed him standing and watching her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair in one hand to pull her upright and slapped her hard across the face with the other. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked her angrily.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.
"I'll be the one asking the questions. What are you doing with that vibrator?"
"Well you said you weren't coming home!" she complained.
He slapped her again. "You think you can do as you like just because I'm not here?"
"You said you had something special planned and then you called and said you weren't coming home. What was I supposed to do?"
"What were you supposed to do?" he asked, slapping her again much harder. "You were supposed to follow my instructions. When I tell you not to touch yourself, you are not to fucking touch yourself until I tell you otherwise, is that clear?"
She scowled at him in answer.
"It's time you learned some respect," he said coldly, "and what happens to filthy sluts who can't follow simple instructions." He let go of her hair just long enough to pull his cock out and then grabbed her again and wrenched her forward. "Now open your fucking mouth."
He thrust his cock all the way into her throat before she had time to prepare for it and she gagged. He pulled out and held here there for just a moment, coughing and sputtering before he shoved his cock down her throat again. By the third time she was ready and took him all the way down to the base of his cock without choking. But he wasn't going to let her off that easily. He held her there with her face pressed up against him and didn't let her go until she started struggling for air. He released her only long enough for her to take a couple ragged breaths before ramming his cock into her mouth and holding her there again. By the time he'd finished fucking her throat she was exhausted from fighting to get air. His hand still gripping her hair, he pulled her forward over the edge of the bath.
She was half dragged and half fell out of the bath and onto the floor, splashing water all over the place.
"Turn round, on your knees," he ordered her as he reached for his belt. Still panting, she did as she was told and dragged herself onto her knees with her arms resting on the side of the bath. His belt came down hard against her upturned ass. She inhaled sharply, the pain was all the worse for her skin being wet. He struck her twice more before suddenly stopping. "No, not enough," he mumbled to himself as he left the room. He returned and knelt behind her for a moment to push her new purple butt plug into her ass. He paused for a moment to fondle her ass before getting up and resuming the beating with the belt. She could feel the butt plug being pushed deeper every time the belt struck her.
He did not stop hitting her until her ass was was bright red and her skin was hot to the touch. "Spread yourself open for me," he said. She reached behind her and pulled her ass checks apart, chest resting on the edge of the bath. She could feel the heat coming off her raw skin. He pulled out the butt plug and tossed it in the water, then immediately shoved his cock all the way in her ass in one stroke making her scream in pain.
"That's too fast!" she complained. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into the water for a moment.
"You are not here to tell me what is or isn't too fast," he reminded her. "You are MY fucktoy, you filthy little slut, and I will fuck you any way I please and you will shut your whore mouth and take whatever I give you." He let go of her head and dug his fingers into her hips, fucking her savagely and ignoring her screams. He pounded her harder and harder until she could feel the bruises starting to bloom on her chest where her rib cage was slamming into the side of the bath. Just as she was about to beg him to please stop, she felt him explode, shooting his cum deep inside her aching, tight little ass.
She crumpled to the floor, back against the side of the bathtub, still wet from the bath. She looked up at him with makeup running down her face from when he'd shoved her head in the water.He was stand up looking around at the chaos and the mess of a girl shivering on the floor. "Now clean up this mess," he said, turning away. "And fix your face. We're going out."
