A Fuck Toy

Like a good girl, I waited for him on the bed. I lay on my stomach in a black thong. He would be home soon and I dozed in and out.

He came home and I can imagine his reaction taking that corner to our bedroom seeing naked legs…further…my ass…the black thong…and me in nothing else with my eyes closed. Usually he is tired, but I think that captivated him as he walked in and slapped my ass. He forced my legs apart, posing me to his liking and left to take a shower.

At that point I realized how dominant he was over me. I just lay there waiting as he showered. I almost did not feel human and I was aroused. Do not confuse this with degradation. It was the complete opposite. It was more like a prize, a possession for him. To be used by the only one you can trust not to cross a personal line.

The shower stopped and I got excited and a little scared. I really did not know what was to happen with him. The past week his dominance over me has grown in strides and I was excited by the unknown with him. He wants to give me what I want, but at the same time I think he wants something from me.

I was greeted with a wet slap to my ass. I won’t lie; it stung. He asked if it was too much or did I like it?  I had to admit I liked it and I did. I responded to his question as he stung my ass with wet slaps.

Forcing my ass up in the air and arching my back to this likes. He stung my ass while grazing a touch down to my cunt. That drove me crazy. Wondering just when…when will he put skin to skin…when will that thong be moved or pulled down…when am I getting a cock inside me…or will I get fucked today? I did not have a clue with him, as during the week I would get teased and not get fucked.

Putting me on my back he got down between my legs and started to lick me. God, it has been a while. I just laid there taking in each lick, each touch and tried my best to stay as still as he demanded from me.

He then turned me over and pushed himself into me. He wasn’t nice about how he handled me. Pulling my hair hard and grabbing my ass. He asked me without needing the answers…

“You like to fuck, Grace?” he asked.

“Y-yes, I whimpered.

“You little bitch”

“You like being my fuck toy?”

“You like the thought of me buying you from the store to be my fuck toy?”

“Y-yes, fell from my lips.

I was getting fucked the hardest I have ever been fucked. I was amazed at his roughness and drive. To be fucked like a toy for his pure pleasure just thrilled me. My whole body shook with his force from behind. I was speechless and could not muster a noise.

A scarf came around and tightened around my neck. I was at the peak of my arousal at this point. I felt myself just grow wet with desire. He noticed this immediately and enjoyed as I was giving in to his acts on me. It must be the slight panic that your body is in danger that gives me this sensation; giving up all control that I could possibly have and trusting him to keep me safe. He always does.

I passed out for hours.


Dark Gracie

Dark Gracie is a widely read sex writer, blogger, and deviant extraordinaire with a cult-like following. She gets up close and personal approaching sexuality with her trademark fallen-from-grace humor that entices readers. Her work has appeared in Fleshbot, Sex and the 405, BohoCrush, Conversextion.com, Safeword Magazine and published in Erotica Diaries & Mayhem Magazine.

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