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masochisticbeauty:

Such the pretty picture I make.  Hair perfect, make up done.  The illusion is painted for all to see.  The one that smiles at all, that listens and even at times does what she is asked.  But do you see the ripple in the exterior. Watch as it’s peeled back and the whore comes through.

I don’t want your kid gloves, I don’t want your smiles and words of love.  I want your hands hard on me.  Stripping away my barriers, smashing out the illusion.  Baring me naked as I was meant to be.

Is it possible to rape the willing?  For that is what I need.  I need you to take.  To make me yield to that side that cries out to be used.  I want to feel the sting of your hand as it lashes across my cheek.  Feeling the pain as it spreads through my face and head.  Your hand in my hair as my scalp screams out in protest and I’m shoved to my knees.  Knees hurting as you drag me across the floor. 

The sound of your belt echoing as it’s yanked from your belt loops.  Watching as you fold it in half and smack it hard against your thigh.  Those eyes are fierce as they watch me. The coldness blazing like an inferno.  The leather is ran across my cheek, tapped under my chin as my gaze lifts upwards.

“You are my fucktoy.  A worthless fucking hole to be used and discarded”

The words slice deep at me and yet it’s what I need, but you know this.  You knew it the moment you saw me so long ago.  My lips move to agree with you but the words are cut off as you draw back the belt and release it.  The thick leather biting into my sides.  My body jerks as pain explodes.  You grab me by the hair again, yanking me high to my knees and against you.  Your hand raising again as the belt comes down across my back, across my ass.   Over the backs of my thighs, over and over again.  My cries lost as my face presses into you.  Hands fisted at my sides.

“My fuckmeat”

that name whispered in my ear as your mouth teases the delicate lobe.  My body shaking from the beating.  Heart racing as I’m pulled back.  The perfectly applied make up smeared with wetness.   Your hand comes up to stroke my cheek, smearing more of the make up.  It’s fast and hard that strike that finds my other cheek this time.  Head snapped back, as eyes close tight, rolling back with a groan.

You shove me down to the ground.  Your foot on my chest as you pin me there. I hear the sound of your zipper as you release your cock. That hot thick beast, dripping with pre cum.  Throbbing to take what you want. 

The pressure of your foot is gone and that belt returns, criss crossing against my stomach over the heavy flesh of my breasts.  My body arching upwards.  I don’t even attempt to cover myself.  It would be useless.

You are over me.

Your hand at my throat, those thick strong fingers fanning out.  Stroking up and down slowly

“Your life is in my hands.  I could take it from you.”  with those words the slow pressure began.

“My little cunt.  You’re dripping wet aren’t you, babygirl.  Daddy’s nasty little whore”

and of course you’re right, I do drip for you.  My cunt gushing again and again. The nectar of my arousal coating my thighs and ass.  My heady scent thick in the air.  You knew what this did to me. 

How I need you to fuck me raw, to make the reminder stay with me for days on end.  Your mark would show on the inside and out.

Your smile grew and I knew what would come.  Your cock moved to my lips, drawing across them.  Painting them with your pre cum.  I didn’t dare take my tongue to you.  I fought the urge.  You pulled back and with your hand wrapped around the hard fuckmeat you slapped my face with it.  Over and over.  Your scent on me.  Your pre cum dripping over my face.

Trembling with untold desires, the tears fell from my eyes.  The power you held over me so visible.  The lavish lust blazing in the dark gaze.  It was then that you shoved your cock into my mouth. 

Fingers closing tight over my throat as you pushed in and out.  You stole my breath, just as you’d stolen my soul.  Over and over the relentless pounding of your cock went in and out.   You took your pleasure and more than that, the dark need to see me this way.

Pulling your cock from my mouth.  Your hand wrapped tight around it as you finished yourself off, cumming on me.  Your seed splattered against my eyes, nose and lips.  Feeling it’s sticky goodness.   Panting as lips parted hoping for a taste, one little taste.

“such a good girl you are”

whispered against my lips as you took a kiss.  Then rose from me and left without another word.

I laid there… used, hurting, covered in your need.

The illusion shattered.

.MB.