Cock Worship

18+ MDNI

I sink to my knees before you without being told. The hardwood is cool against my skin, but I don’t feel it. The only thing I feel is your presence looming above me, the weight of your gaze pinning me in place. My throat is already tight with anticipation.

You don’t speak. You don’t have to. You grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head back, tilting my face up. I open my mouth without thinking, tongue out, waiting. That’s my place.

You feed your cock past my lips slow, letting me taste the salt and heat of you. I moan around the intrusion, letting my jaw go slack, letting you set the rhythm. Use my mouth however you want. Gag me, make me drool, hold my head down. I’ll take it all. Your cock owns my throat.

I feel the spit slick down my chin, feel the burn in my lungs when you hold me there, deep, until my eyes water. But I don’t pull away. I take it. I want you to see how willingly I surrender.

When you finally let me breathe, I’m gasping, chest heaving, but I stay on my knees. I don’t move until you do.

Later, you have me bent over the edge of the bed. My fingers grip the sheets as your hand comes down hard on my ass, stealing my breath, spank me until my ass is red.

I count every slap out loud, even though it’s hard, even though I’m crying, even though it takes me a minute, you are patient, and that’s how you know I am yours. Each sting burns ownership into my skin.

Marks that tell me who I belong to the next day, turning my head to see in the full length mirror. Feeling the whole thing again in an instant. The memories of dominance, of your strength to keep going, knowing I need it.

You push into me from behind, rough and deep, and I moan into the mattress. Degrade me while you fuck me.

Call me your little pain slut, your fuck toy, your cocksleeve. Spit in my mouth and watch me swallow with a smile of satisfaction on my lips as I do.

And you give me exactly what I want, each word a brand, each thrust a claim. I’m soaked, trembling, hanging on the edge of release, but I won’t come until you say so. You pull out right before I break, leaving me empty and aching.

You sit in the armchair across the room, legs spread, cock glistening with me. I crawl to you, leaving wet kisses on the floorboards until I reach your feet. I don’t ask. I just look up, waiting.

Make me beg. And I do. I beg until my voice cracks, until every plea tastes like worship.

And when you finally drag me up onto your lap, when you let me ride you, after you ruin me slow and deep, I have forgotten my name and only know yours. Sir.

After you come inside me, breeding my pussy deep, you hold me there, still buried, fingers carding through my messy hair. Let me clean you up after. Every drop of your cum on my skin.

I’ll lick it off my own fingers, off your thighs. I want to taste what you gave me. I do it reverently, kneeling between your legs again, lapping at your skin like a prayer.

I’m yours, completely, helplessly, forever.