He'd told me he wouldn't be able to see me that day, or that week. He had a lot going on with work so I'd have to wait. I hated waiting, especially for him. Every second away from his touch, his smell feels like an hour and I have nothing to occupy my minutes to distract me but think about how our next meeting will be. When I've written about him before, I've described him as an addiction; there's really no other way to describe how he makes me feel. When I'm away from him, it feels like torture and all I can think about is him fucking me. I feel wrong when he's not with me. Then when we are together, my body feels right. Complete. It's like he's the missing piece of a puzzle and I'm not truly whole without him. It's not a want; I don't just want him. I need him.

The night before, he'd told me that he had a meeting with one of his bosses planned and it'd likely put him in a bad mood all day. I'd suggested that he take his frustrations out on me after the meeting, but he said he preferred to be alone and pout when he felt like that and didn't want to bring the energy around me. Then my phone rang. Simply seeing his name on the caller ID put a smile on my face. "Hey you!" I greeted him. "How was the meeting?" "Eh, Lance. You know. I was wondering, are you still free today? In about an hour?" he asks me, almost shyly. The boyish shyness in his voice isn't something I hear often from him, and it's adorable and turns the smile into giggles.

"Yes! Really?! I thought you said no. This is going to make my whole week." "I don't know that you get to enjoy it. I'm taking your advice and taking out my frustration at Lance on you. I'm going to use your pussy how I want. Say 'yes, Sir'." "Yes, Sir." "Say thank you, Sir. You're lucky to be seeing me." "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I am indeed very lucky. You have no idea how excited I am. I'm smiling so hard right now." "Good. Don't get your mouth too tired. I'm going to want to use it. See you in around an hour. I'll text you when I'm close."

I went to jump in the shower and get ready to see him. My body was humming with electricity in anticipation of seeing him. It was rare for him to get rough and I couldn't be more excited. I loved it rough and he had the perfect vibe to pull it off well, but he generally preferred to quietly and gently assert his power while having slow, passionate sex.

I was so antsy in anticipation that after I showered, I couldn't think of anything to do but pace back and forth mindlessly. "Mindlessly" may be more on the nose than I intended; I've often thought that I lost my mind in his bed. He made me feel crazy, and I loved losing my mind with him. Not thinking, not needing to think was bliss.

When his shadow finally appeared at the door, I practically skipped to it to answer it. "Hi!" I beamed at him, bouncing on my toes a little bit. A slight smile played across his lips while a devilish look was in his eyes. Wordlessly, he stuck a hand out and grabbed me by the throat, pushing me backwards inside. He kicked the door shut with his foot behind him, locking it with his free hand. He guided me, step-by-step, until we were standing in front of a table pushed against the wall with a mirror behind it. He roughly yanked my shorts down with one hand, then, hand still at my throat, pushed me back until I was sitting with my butt on the edge of the table. He undid his belt and pants then pulled his cock out through the hole in his underwear. He was already hard for me. I could feel my face lighting up in excitement at seeing his unfairly perfect cock that I loved so much.

I started to scoot forward a bit more, because I was expecting him to have me suck him like he usually did. But he stopped me with a firmer grip at my throat. A soft moan escaped my lips, loving him exercising his power over more. He pushed me back and stepped forward with me unti he was deeply in between my legs, face right next to mine. He lightly nuzzled my cheek with his beard, letting me feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. Suddenly, he thrust his full length deeply into me. I gasped in shock and pleasure.

Holding his cock in place but nudging just a bit forward, he commanded, "Tell me you missed my cock."

"I missed your cock so much."

"Awee?" A lot? He'd taught me a few words of Arabic and thought it was cute when I understood or used them.

"Awee awee!" So, so much He smiled in response and rubbed his nose against mine, still holding mostly still. It was driving me crazy in anticipation, exactly like he wanted. I started rocking my hips back and forth a bit, trying to get some friction on the Sidi Spot, we'd dubbed it. That place inside me that I didn't even know I had until he discovered it with his dick, and that his cock rubs so perfectly. But he was in charge and that was disobeying. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them back at my side, pulling almost all the way out of me. I whined.

"Don't move," he commanded, "or I'll stop fucking you." I whined again then he cocked his head and arched an eyebrow at me. I settled down, still sulking though quietly. I don't think he can fully understand how urgent it feels, the need for him to fuck me. "Say 'yes, Sir. I'll behave.'"

"Yes, Sir. I'll behave," I replied quickly, eager for him to get back to fucking me. He started slowly thrusting a bit; edging the tip forward slightly bit-by-bit. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and took a few more. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. I needed you so badly."

"I like you needing me. I needed this, too. Stress relief. Now shh." I giggled but obliged. He was almost fully inside me now; his pace picking up to a rhythm that I could tell was rapidly going to bring me to orgasm. He chuckled slightly and said, "I can hear how wet you are."

I could, too. It was exaggerated by the slapping sound of our flesh colliding. "Hear and feel how fucking horny you make me? That's what you do to me."

He was fully inside me now and I was squirming with ecstasy. When he was all the way in, it gave me a feeling of butterflies in my stomach. And whenever he touches me, no matter what, I get goosebumps. When he's pulling his cock out from the butterfly zone, every millimeter of it dragging along me feels like butterflies but inside me. It's a surreal sensation that I've never felt before and it brings greatly heightened pleasure. The rhythm of his movement is hypnotic; I feel dazed and dizzy and I'm absolutely positive there's nothing else in the entire world but us, doing this, in this exact moment, and there is only this moment and no before or after because the moment goes on forever. I want it too go on forever. Please let this be forever.

I was so lost in the trance he'd fucked me into that I didn't even realize I was close to cumming until I felt it starting with the contractions spasming through me. I instinctively dug my fingernails into his back while begging him not to stop. The spasms started escalating and getting stronger and deeper until I was afraid I'd snap in two from the intensity. When it finally ended, my ears were ringing and vision was blurry. I felt drunk.

"Oh man, that one was intense. What did you do to me? It was a surprise orgasm and very confusing. It felt like I was going to break your cock with the grip." He laughed. "You didn't break it but I definitely felt it. You were milking me.". Still inside me he added, "Now that your first one is out of the way, let's go upstairs." "First one?! I don't know if I can handle another one after that. And I don't think I can walk quite yet."

He said, "I wonder if I can carry you up the stairs with your legs around my waist. Without pulling out."

"Noooo!" I protested. "I'm terrified of heights no please don't do that!" He cocked an eyebrow at me in surprise. "Did you just say no to me? You don't say no to me." "Yes, Sidi. You're right, Sidi; I'm sorry."

He smiled and nodded. "Good! But I'll be kind because I'm a nice Sir and we'll walk. And because I'm old. Ancient Egyptian."

We went upstairs and I immediately threw myself onto my back, eager to get him back inside me. He walked over and unzipped my hoodie. He regarded me for a moment. "Are you sure you don't want to get pregnant? Because your boobs are..."

"Sidi..." I warned. "Don't be weird. Now get back inside me." He quickly obliged and I sighed with relief and feeling him back inside me. My body felt so wrong and so restless without him. The addiction gave me literal withdrawal symptoms; I started feeling antsy the second he took it out of me. It felt like righting a wrong when we were finally having sex. We'd both lose our jobs if we fucked as often as I wanted to. Though I'd argue I couldn't adequately perform my job if I was constantly distracted thinking about his touch.

He continued back into the same rhythm that had just given me such an intense orgasm. I was still lightheaded from it. I pulled him closer to me, wanting as much of his body touching mine as possible. Every fiber of my being he came in contact with lit up and danced and exploded in response. I wished he could feel the effect he had on me. Some machine that would let him feel what I'm feeling.

I put my face up in the crook of his neck and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. His smell was intoxicating; it alone was all the foreplay I need it. Musky and subtle but intense, it was the perfect reflection of his energy. I loved when he came over so his smell would get on my bedding.

Without interrupting his rhythm, he said, "I don't have much time because I have to get back to work. I'm going to have to fuck you really hard and really fast so I can cum in a few minutes and not worry about your pleasure, okay? Where do you want me to cum?"

A shudder ran through me. "That was so hot," I told him. It was exactly what I wanted; to be used as his fuck toy. For it to be all about him and my feelings don't matter, because toys don't have feelings. It turned me on so much that I wondered if another surprise orgasm might pop up from it. "Dealer's choice. Wherever you want to cum is fine; I love all of it."

He smiled at me. "Good girl." He started fucking me a lot harder and faster, rattling the bed and banging it into the wall. He grunted and I groaned in response; it was so hot having him focused on nothing but cumming and ignoring me like that. It felt like I was truly serving my master. Another orgasm, from the hotness of it as much as the physical sensation, started rapidly building up in me. I came quickly, fighting the urge to practically dig a hole in his back with my nails. He was so focused on what he was doing that he didn't even seem to notice.

"Tell me how much you love my cock," he ordered. "I fucking love your cock. You have the best dick I've ever felt in my life and it's not close. I've never felt anything as good as your cock inside me."

"Good girl," he grunted. "Tell me who owns that pussy." "You do, Sir."

"And I can do whatever I want to it, whenever I want?" "Yes, Sir. My body is yours to do with as you please."

"Tell me I can do anything I want to you." "You can do anything you want to me, Sir. You own me. I'm your property. It's yours; I'm yours. You own me."

He came, his cock twitching as he filled me with his cum. He rocked back and forth slightly while fully in me, getting the last few drops it. The combination of knowing that he'd cum and the feel of him spasming inside me with it started immediately getting me very close to a third orgasm. It always amazed me how intuitive he was; he knew exactly how to fuck me without me even saying anything and this time was no exception. He could somehow tell that he'd started me on a third and started thrusting again.

"Oh my God thank you thank you thank you," I gasped. I didn't want to ask because he'd said he was in a hurry so for him to do it unprompted was a wonderful surprise.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and used them to pull him closer to me. He rocked his cock up and hit a spot that felt so good it took my breath away; he heard it and started rubbing the head back and forth over it. My legs started twitching; I could feel the orgasm building all over my body and trails of tingly pleasure were running through my back and chest. When his fucking quickly sent me over the edge, the third orgasm was by far the most powerful and satisfying of them all. It was like my body had to do two smaller ones first as warm-ups so the shock of the intensity of the last one didn't knock me unconscious. It felt like it was so strong my walls would have touched each other if his dick hadn't been in there.

When it was over, I was too incapacitated to speak, let alone move. He started getting dressed and my legs were jelly so I couldn't get up and paw at him like I usually did. After a few seconds I managed to half-heartedly wave a hand in his general direction. He grinned at me and said, "Take your time. I'll put some water by you when you think you can hold a glass." I bobbed my head at him in what was meant to be a nod.

He finished gathering his things, came over and kissed me on the forehead. "Okay I'll talk to you later. Thank you; I needed this." I finally managed to ask, "Can you please stay? I don't want you to go." "I wish I could but I have to pay my bills. You need to nap now, anyway. I'll talk to you later." He kissed my forehead again and left. I watched him leave and enjoyed lying there, basking in the afterglow. And like any junkie, was already fantasizing about my next fix.