She was applying the last of her makeup when her phone buzzed. “On my way up”, the text from him read. Quickly she checked herself in the mirror. Just a little makeup on her face, the red lipstick was supposed to water proof and smudge proof (“We'll see about that”), her black dress clung to her body, accentuating her curves like all good black dresses should, and her shoes - like her mother would say - were good enough. Not great, but just good enough. She wandered over to the window that looked out over the city. This high up, the city spread away before her, and they would certainly explore some of it.

She heard the key in the lock, and turned around to face the door, heart thumping in her chest. Her thong was damp, she was sure of it. Not soaked, she was sure of that too, because she hadn't put them on till the last moment. The dress didn't hide the face that she was wearing underwear, but also made it clear she was wearing a thong.

She waited as he came into the room, dressed the way she loved - a shirt rolled at the sleeves, his cute blue-dialled orange strap watch (she loved how nerdily excited he had been showing it off to her), trousers that fit just right, and his pride - the walnut brown leather shoes.

He looked at her. She looked great. She knew it. He knew it. She could see it in his eyes, and this both warmed her heart and excited her a little. Her nipples stiffened, and from the way his eyes dropped she knew the dress wasn't hiding that either.

She watched him drop his bag. Deliberately walk over to her. He had a look on his face. Mean? Whatever it was, it made her a little nervous.

He was close to her now. Bodies almost touching. She lifted her face to him, lips parted, inviting him to kiss her. He kissed her cheek, and then nuzzled her neck, his hands on her ass. Squeezing. Gentle yet firm. Firm and then almost immediately mauling her. “Whores don't get kisses” he reminded her sardonically as he nipped at her neck, his hands pressing her into him. She could feel the bulge in his pants, and her knees almost gave away.

His hands were under her dress now, squeezing her bare ass, She yelped, causing him to squeeze harder. “Quiet little whore” he growled at her. She panted, cornered with nowhere else to go. Her tits were out of her dress now, how she had no idea. All she knew was that his lips and teeth were leaving a trail of fire across them.

He turned her around, and pulled her back into him. She could feel his hard cock press into her back, one hand cupping her pussy while the other mauled her tits, He was inflicting pain in two different places now, and it was all she could do to not scream.

One hand slipped into her thong, exploring. Caressing her freshly shaven cunt with the little landing strip. Spreading her lips open. He chuckled at her sopping wetness “Somebody’s having a good time” he whispered in her ear even as he nibbled on it, his other hand still busy pinching and tweaking her nipples. She wanted to cum. Desperately. “Please Sir” she begged, “may I cum?”

“No.” She groaned. His finger was firmly on her clit now, rubbing it. She could feel her orgasm building in her. Faster. Stronger. Every time she begged, and he denied her, her urge got stronger. She didn’t know how long she could hold out. “Whores don’t get to cum” he whispered in her ear, as his finger withdrew from her clit. She almost screamed at that moment.

A hand on the back of her head pushed her down. She felt her dress being lifted up, her thong pulled down. Time stood still as an insistent thumb explored her twitching asshole. She clenched reflexively, even though she didn’t want to. Another chuckle. “Whores do get fucked in the ass” She heard a sharp intake of breath, then realized it was her own.

A moment later, she felt his cock probing the entrance to her cunt. “Yes sir” she moaned pushing back at him. He slid in easily enough, no surprise there. He hadn’t taken off his pants, she realized.

“You want to cum little whore?” it was a rhetorical question. They both knew the answer to that, he just wanted to hear her beg. She had no shame left, she would do it. Beg her Master permission to cum. Beg him to fuck her, and to take his pleasure from her body as long as he allowed her to cum. Degrade herself for his pleasure. Give him anything he wanted as long as he let her cum.

He was pounding her cunt, one hand magically rubbing her clit again. She could barely hold on. This was a losing battle she knew, if he didn’t give her permission soon, she was going to cum.

“I'm going to cum in you little whore” she could tell from his voice he was close. This was a courtesy notice to her. A fact. He wasn’t seeking her permission, just letting her know what was going to happen, and she had no choice in the matter. Things like this always lit her up. And he knew it.

“Cum with me little whore” he groaned as he came in her. She came almost immediately, screaming as her orgasms washed over, one chasing after the other. She felt him thrust deeper into her, burying himself inside her, his hands painfully squeezing her ass, felt her own cunt grip him, and she came again. She was breathless, awash in agony and ecstasy, and it was glorious!

They lay there for a bit as time ticked by. Lovers joined as one. Panting, catching their breath. He enveloped her. Kissed the back of her neck gently. He pulled out, and pulled her thong back up. Leaned forward and tenderly kissed her neck. Her cheek. “You can cum again, little one” he whispered in her ear. He knew she would. And she did. Because her body always obeyed him.

She fell to her knees, her body resting against the couch where he had fucked her. Felt the couch dip as he sat down on it, She lifted her head, and found his legs to rest on. She needed a moment to catch her breath.

He was watching her, waiting for her. She got on her knees between his legs. “May I sir” she asked, resting her hands on each leg. He cupped her face, thumb caressing her cheek. “Of Course”. She dipped her head and took his quivering cock into her mouth. Licking and sucking, she worshiped his cock clean. Just the way he liked it.

She sighed contentedly. Blissfully. This was perfect. This was her place.