Enter: Natasha and Ethan

Natasha was sitting on the couch, not really paying attention to anything. She was lost in her thoughts, as usual, thinking about everything and nothing all at once.

Ethan was bored: bored and feeling lonely. He had asked his girlfriend if she wanted to do anything, and everything fun he had suggested, she refused. It was like they had somehow switched personalities: usually Natasha was the one to poke and prod until she got some attention. Was this how she felt, craving affection and love non-stop? 

And horny?

It was usually his Mistress that had instigated sex, demanding that he give her head, or sometimes, she liked to torture him with his cock inside her. Bringing him right to the edge, but not giving him that sweet release of a sticky orgasm.

He was getting tired of that bullshit.

Ethan was a lot bigger than Natasha, him being 6’2″ and her being 5’4″. He had a lot more muscle tone, so he was stronger. He weighed maybe 10-20 lbs more, what with Ethan having little to no body fat.

Why should he have to take her torture? If he wanted attention, he’d get it, one way or the other.

He stood up, standing over her, a challenging smirk on his face.

Natasha frowned. “What?”

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Ethan stated, a tone of authority in his voice.

Natasha just blinked blankly at him. “I already said… SLAVE… that I didn’t want to get up.”

Ethan didn’t wince. Natasha was genuinely surprised. Her Slave never really disobeyed; just the playful rebellious shit he did sometimes in order to get a light punishment of his liking.

“I said no, Ethan.”

“And I said, I don’t give two shits, Natasha.”

With that, in a quick motion, he’d grabbed her and thrown his girlfriend over his shoulder.

“Wha-?! H-hey!” She smacked his back as hard as she could, earning a violent spank on her ass in return. She felt the wall come fast and hard behind her, her head banging it in the process of getting slammed.

“DO NOT hit me again.” Her boyfriend’s voice was dangerously calm, his hand on her throat. Not enough to cause pain, but just enough force for Natasha to be winded. “Understand?”

Through her fear and anger, all she could do was nod.

Being thrown over his shoulder again after her banging her head made her dizzy. Bile crept up the back of her throat, but she swallowed it back down. She couldn’t imagine what he’d do to her if she puked on him.

After finally being thrown down on the bed, her head was swimming. Ethan had already begun ripping off his clothes, revealing the rather large buldge in his briefs. 

“Ethan… there’s a reason I didn’t want to do it today. Please, I just-“

Another spank. Hard. Stinging. No mercy.

“Shut up, Slave. If you want me to be nice at any time tonight, I suggest you be quiet.”

Shudders and little electric shocks ran through Natasha’s body. Why was she arguing with him again? Why was she denying her muscular, dominant boyfriend what he wanted? Her reason for not wanting sex tonight flew out of her mind, and she found herself submitting.

“Yes, Master…”

“Mmm… Good girl…” He kissed her neck and nipped at her pulse. Ethan’s hands slid up her small, thin tank top slowly. She noticed he was naked except for his briefs.

She moaned. 

“Please, Master, please…?”

He shook his head. “Turn over, bitch. You’re getting what’s coming to you.”

Natasha was reluctant, but she obeyed her Master’s orders.

“Don’t pretend that you didn’t like it, slut.” He slipped her short shorts off and spanked her hard once more, earning a pain, pleasure-filled scream.

Ethan was right. She loved getting spanked, how did he know? 

More spanks, so hard, every time his hand slapped her ass cheeks, it sent shocks of pain up her spine, and waves of pleasure to her cunt. It became addicting, it felt sooo gooood… Her pussy was dripping by the time he decided to alternate between her cheeks: left, pain, drip. Right, pain, drip…

Natasha was screaming, and her ass was blood-red, her wet pussy throbbing and drenching her silk panties. She muttered something, panting and gasping so hard he couldn’t understand her.

“What?” He grabbed her chin and turned her head roughly to the side. “Say that again. Clearly.”

She sighed shakily. “I s-said… take them off… Please…”

She moaned in delight when she felt her shorts and panties slide completely off her ass, slowly down her legs, past her feet, and off her toes. She felt the bed shake as he chuckled loudly. “I knew you were enjoying that.”

“Master…”

Suddenly, she felt a tug on her hair. She cried out; he fucking KNEW she hated having her hair pulled. “That’s another thing. You always insist on me calling you Mistress Natasha. Do you know what I want?”

“Y-yes, Ma- ow, Master Ethan…”

He sighed contently, loosening his grip on her hair, but not entirely. “I think you’re more obedient with your hair being pulled.”

She just nodded.

He decided to let go of her hair for only a minute to yank off her tank top and rip off her bra, and grabbed another fistful. Before she could cry out or complain, he started the assault on her breasts.

“Yes, Master Ethan! Oohhh, yesssss…” 

“Mmm… keep your hands at your sides while I do this.”

Ethan’s tongue was everywhere at once, going down to her belly and pelvis, moving up slowly to her face and lips, and then going back down to her breasts. 

He felt empowered, feeling every piece of skin on his body tingle with power. He held her down as she kept squirming while he got closer to her pussy.

“I’ll get there, Slave. Don’t worry. If you continue to be good, you’ll get orgasms, and me being nice.”

Natasha sighed in contentment. She didn’t know if she even wanted him to be nice; she loved this feeling of helplessness and submission.

Finally, he got to her pussy, sucking on her clit, working his tongue in between her cunt lips.

“YES! Motherfucking shit, Jesus fucking Christ, yes…”

She screamed in pleasure, becoming a broken record of “Yes, Master,” and “More, please.” She kept her hands at her sides, just as her Master ordered, and spread her legs for better access.

“Mmm… so good… so sweet… That’s my good girl…”

She was panting so hard, she wanted to make him cum, too. “Puh… please let me suck you off!” she managed to squeak out.

Ethan smiled. “Yes, you’ve earned it, Slave.” He flipped his body around so that his throbbing cock was in her face. 

“Yes, let me worship that fucking cock, yeesss…” she moaned before taking his full 7 inch length in her throat.

“Mmm, fuck, Slave… That’s so good…”

In and out, up and down, they went. Over and over and over, until each nerve ending was on fire, and neither of them could take it anymore. Natasha came first, squirting her pussy juices all over her Master’s face, screaming against his cock. The delicious nectar and the vibrations on his cock made Ethan cum soon after, exploding into his Slave’s greedy mouth.

Natasha licked her Master’s cock clean as he sucked and licked her pussy juices out of her. Eventually, she was left twitching and moaning softly, she was so sensitive.

Ethan came up and kissed her gently. “I needed that; thank you. I’m sorry for being rough with you earlier.” His green eyes were concerned, worried that he’d used too much of his strength.

Natasha blinked lazily and happily. After experiencing such wonderful new pleasures, she was tired and her ass was sore. “Don’t worry; I think I needed that more than you did.” Her voice was barely a whisper. She felt put in her place; she had realized she’d been unfair to him.

As they kissed, and slowly fell asleep naked together, she vowed to change that.