"Mine" [erotic fiction]

We're in the club, in the sweet and velvety darklit space, for my first public play with you. Last night I slept in your bed, and you fucked me and played with me for hours. I've never come so hard or so long, and my skin is so sensitive, just the breeze from the open door is making me shudder.

You stand next to me at the bar with a hand around my waist while I wait until the barman notices me so I can order our drinks. Your hand slips lower over the leather underbust corset, and over the burlesque panties I wear. You start to rub the skin in between there and my fishnet stockings. Your hand slides between my legs and you rub the fabric, checking how wet I am. I'm soaking, as I always am when I'm with you. Just being with you makes my pussy tingle. You pull the sodden material aside and slide two fingers inside me. The barman chooses this moment to ask me for our order, and as I open my mouth to speak, you flex your fingers, making me gasp. You take pity on me and give the order for our drinks, as you push your fingers deeper. As he returns with our drinks, you calmly pay as I stare at him with my lips parted slightly, an expression of pleasure and shock, as your thumb pushes inside my ass and your hand moves harder and faster.

I think I might die of the pleasure. Everyone in the club can see me as my body shudders and trembles, your hand inside my knickers. Your other hand grabs my neck and pushes it down on the bar, bending my body in two. I can feel the orgasm building, the heavy liquid glow inside my stomach, everyone is watching you as you make me helplessly moan, I am horrified, I've never felt so exposed, vulnerable, but I love it, I've never felt so safe, so protected. Just as I think I'm going to come for the twenty fourth time in twenty four hours, you pull your hand away. My body aches for the loss. I'll wait for you.

You take my hand and look into my eyes. You lift my chin and kiss my lips, your tongue gliding lightly over the oh-so-sensitive skin. I lean forward as my pussy begs for you to touch it again but you grab my hand and pull me after you. You give the order and I climb onto the frame, sitting with my back to the wood, a strap around my wrists, ankles and waist. I look at you, trembling, my eyes huge. You smile and turn away, and when you turn back with the flogger in your hand, your face has changed, become controlled, in command. I know this face and love it too. Something inside me relaxes as you take control and you begin warming me up, gently as I'm sore from the things we did together the night before.

You move to another flogger and hit harder, and I start to utter little pain cries for you. You begin with the crop on my legs and it hurts so so much but feels so good, I can feel my pussy throbbing, my clit swelling, burning with the need for you. You seize my hair in handfuls and pull my head towards your breasts, then take my neck into your mouth, suckling and biting. The pain is wonderful, searing, I beg pleadingly, “Please will you mark me, please, please?”. I never demand but I know I'm allowed to ask. Your teeth tear into my flesh, mauling me, and as you step away I can see blood on your lip and I start to cry, but the tears are joyful.

You take out your whips and there is no mercy, as the blows pour over me, you are talking, telling me you're going to beat the living shit out of me, I've been begging for a really hard thrashing, now I'm getting what I asked for, maybe this will teach me to be careful in future. Just as I think I can't take any more you throw the weapons on the floor, and turn away. I'm afraid, thinking you're disappointed in me for not being able to take all the punishment you want to give…but then you turn back and I see you're wearing a double strap-on. The harness conceals the other section which I know is inside you, all I can see is the two cocks which you hold in your hand as you walk towards me.

You literally rip my knickers from my body, you're warning me as you push your first cock against my pussy lips, rubbing, pressing, teasing, that you are going to fuck me bloody senseless, fuck my brains out, fuck me until I can't take any more. Suddenly you shove it inside me, there is little resistance as I'm so soaking wet. The second cock is covered in my wetness too, and slides inside almost as easily. You've fucked me in the ass before and my body opens like a flower for you - but I've never taken it in two places at once. As you settle into your rhythm your own pussy is fucking the cock inside you, feeling it hit all the right spots as you slam yourself into me. 'Oh God, oh, oh, please, don't stop, please'. Your hands on my hips, holding me. Your face, so flushed, so beautiful, in front of mine. As you start to come, the sound of you is too much, my body can't help itself, I start to shake, the heavy feeling inside me grows and spreads through my whole body, like a waterfall, sunlight sparkles in my eyes, the liquid wave stamping your will into every cell, I welcome it, breathing it in, exhaling in huge gasps and sighs as we come together, shining, the lights in the ceiling like starfall as I tilt my head back.

You pull out of me as liquid gushes between us, I think it must all be over, you've taken your satisfaction with me, what could you want with me now? You lovingly stroke my face, running your fingers over my lips. You release me from the restraints and help me to the floor as I kneel, unable to stand, my muscles like jelly. I jump in surprise as you order me onto the spanking bench. More? I'm not sure I can physically take it. I signal this to you, but there is no mercy, not a hint or a shred, as you give the instruction. One way or the other I'm going there.

I crawl, on my hands and knees, unable to stand, as you watch me with a little smile. I can see your friends exchanging knowing, amused glances with you. I climb up onto the bench and collapse, exhausted. You stroll over, and secure something to my backside with bondage tape. I turn my head to see, but you say get your head back there, NOW. And I can't do anything but obey when you use THAT VOICE. You use your cane as a warm up, I'm crying out, ow! Ow! That hurts, please, please, it hurts. I know baby, you say. Just a little longer, you can take a little more, for me, can't you? I nod my head reluctantly and whimper as your cane is exchanged for a paddle which comes down on the same spots again and again. Ten more, you say. You can do that for me baby. 'K, I say in a tiny voice, as I feel the edge of faintness knocking at the door of my mind. Ten hard whacks come down, and I'm almost somewhere else entirely as you gently remove the tape and the leather, and take me in your arms, holding me, stroking me, whispering to me.

Later, long after, after you've taken me home, cleaned my face of tears and streaked eyeliner, put me between clean sheets and tucked my hair behind my ears from my flushed, satisfied face, I've slept, and woken up beside you, so so happy, I wander off to look at my bruises in the mirror. There, among the battle scars I proudly examine, is a big outline formed in bruises. Clearly visible on my ass cheeks are the words 'Mine'. I smile, stretch lazily, and get back in bed with you, and giggle happily before falling asleep again.