Waiting

He told me to behave, and of course, I resisted & challenged him to spank me some more as he instructed me to wait in his dimly lit naughty corner with his weapon of choice, like a good girl.  

Simply, because he needs a pain slut in his life that doesn’t inflict pain upon him, and give him a migraine type of fucking headache.  
 
I’ll leave that role for the many other women in his life.  
 
Truth be told, I derive pleasure in watching the way he works himself into a frenzy before he gives me what for, and makes me scream in pleasure whilst taking me to heaven.  
 
His cock belongs to me but I’m OK if he wants to whore it out to others, and he does without hesitancy.
 
After all, he is a man that blatantly understands that he’s half beast, half gentleman.  
 
It’s the look in his eye, the patterns of his breathing, and the way he handles my flesh that tells me more than what he’s willing to say.  
 
Until, he drills me ferociously like I’m some cheap whore he purchased on Main Street, specifically for a dirty fuck.  
 
Albeit, he doesn’t say much, and we both know what that means but neither us say too much as we’re too engrossed in eliciting orgasms from one another as our bodies sing the lyrics of each other’s soul.

All that pretentious BS doesn’t sit too well with him, and I throughly enjoy the role I play in his life, with being an outlet to release his pedantic unnecessary tensions.  
 
All over me, of course.  
 
Before, he kisses me hard & deep, to taste the remnants of our hot & sticky love, dripping from my rubescent hued swollen lips.