A Beautiful Mess

(Part 1)

She lay there, gorgeous, bare, deep in sleep, and tethered to the bed by his belt. His markings covered her from the night before. His scent devoured her, and the smell of what he had done to her emanated from her holes. His fingers, his lips tasted of her. Every inch of her body had felt him that night, his mouth, his grip, his bite…even his whispers were felt inside her soul.

It had been over a month since they had last seen each other. The timing wasn’t perfect, his life had been busy. Constant demands, even finding rest in-order to keep going felt like a chore. She, less structured, had been flowing through her days grasping for his attention. He was running, and she was floating. He could feel how her need for his leadership was growing, and his inability to keep up. She could manage herself, and she quietly hid her need for him. Her silence between their correspondences only meant that she engulfed herself in his absence even more. Each day passed and his workload expanded and he felt her slipping from herself and him… They needed more than words from one another.

It would be late friday evening before he had his hand wrapped around her neck. The travel would be significant, especially after a long week. He told himself to trust his instincts once he was in the room with her. Once the date was set, her spirit changed knowing that he was coming to town. She stopped floating and started preparing her mind. She smiled during her work days, and saw her ambitiousness climb. Confidence and warmth grew in her as she began to feel his presence.

Thursday morning she got his letter…

“Hampton Hotel on 45th St”

“Hair down, wavy…

Black Kate louboutins, 120mm…

Distressed jeans, dark wash…

White v neck T shirt…

Vintage Military jacket…

Silver accessories…

Light makeup, powerful lipstick…

Black lace fuckwear, elegant…

Be at the bar by 730PM”

He had to pack his morning full of meetings in-order to clear his evening for her. She had scheduled the afternoon off and the weekend. The morning of, her phone vibrated

“Big meals today, and lots of water, my love. Xx”

Not a problem, as she planned on pampering herself that afternoon. By the time he was done with work for the day, he had a leisurely window before her arrival. He unpacked his luggage, stripped down, and dozed off on the bed.

When he woke up, he found his messages from his love…teaser shots..

“Just how you wanted Papi?”

“Can’t wait to see you”

Evidently, she had some fun getting ready for the evening… A smile curled across his face, he texted her back, baiting her while also showing his approval. He knew what he was going to wear when he hopped in the shower, very simple choices that would mean something to her. He didn’t wear cologne, but he did for her…a gift she had given him sometime ago. Boots and jeans, because it was the first thing she noticed about him. A crisp white button down oxford, untucked. He had a rawness to him this particular evening, and went bare underneath his jeans. The last and final touch, a newer watch…one that only she knew what it meant to him. He hustled down to the bar, ordered a tall amber beer and found a table in the corner. It wasn’t long after his second sip, that she walked into the lobby…

(Part 2)

Seeing her again, put him into a different world. It wouldn’t be until tomorrow till he returned to life outside of her. She walked into the bar like she owned it, until she saw him. Her heart softened as she saw his smile, he was absolutely enamored with her. He stood up as she approached the table, bringing her close and putting his hand on her neck and cheek. His eyes said “I missed you”, his heart wanted to bring her close, but instead he gently kissed her other cheek and said “you look gorgeous, baby”.

They sat and he waved to the bartender, queuing him to pour her a glass of wine from a winery they visited together the previous year. He couldn’t help himself, but act as if they see each other often… “Tell me about your week” He sipped his beer, enjoying the scenery which was her…admiring the powerful dark red lipstick she had chosen…while she shared her life with him. It was a tradition of sorts for them…for her to taunt him with gestures and smiles, as he listened and inquired. He was starved, and they both shared appetizers as they delved into their second drink. She loved him in these moments, doting on her, finding reasons to touch her, making her talk, keeping her wine glass full.

Their drinks were getting low, and their desire to touch was palatable. He was running on fumes, you wouldn’t know it by the adrenaline she gave him. They barely made it into the elevator before he shoved her against the glass and kissed her. “Jesus fucking christ” he said in his head, as their lips locked. Tonight would be about possession. His hands ran through her hair as he pulled her closer to him, gasping for every ounce of her breath. Her eyes closed as she felt her insatiable man eat her alive. His big hands barely behaving themselves, desperate to grope, grab, and tear into her. The door opened, and she scampered after him, hand in hand.

He didn’t say a word when the door opened into the dark hotel room. She smiled, like the fucking brat she was, as if to say “show me what you got, Daddy”, as he swung her through the door and slammed her against the wall. His grip hit her throat immediately, tipped her chin up so that his lips could consume her neck. Feasting on her skin, her scent…his boots kicked her legs open…spreading her like a starfish. Holding her against the wall, his other hand unbuttoned her jeans and dug into her panties… What a fucking mess she was for him…all those smiles hiding her soaking cunt. He practically drooled as he growled upon finding her dripping hole. His grip tightened as his fingers swirled around her lips and clit. Not a word exchanged, other than his heightened breath pulsing in her ear…and her gasps in his. She knew he wasn’t letting her go until he got what he wanted…she closed her eyes and let him take what he needed…she tried to fight it…and it only made her cum harder. Flooding his fingers. She was still catching her breath, and watched with blurred vision as he sucked her juices off his hand, and with a filthy raspy declaration he said “Mine.”

(Part 3)

She was drooling…so he licked it off her face, grabbed a skull full of hair and walked her to the bed. She stood there, chin up, while he circled her and inspected her presentation. The back of his hand tranced up and down her back, across her thick rear, up her chest and across her stomach. She was just gaining her vision back when he yanked her jacket down to her wrists, and threw her back on the bed. In three swift yanks, her jeans and panties came to her ankles; a gentle lift upwards and she was exposed. He groaned as he saw the mess he had created. He knelt down in front of the bed and began to lap her glistening holes, top to bottom. Like a fucking hungry animal, softening his meal with his filthy tongue. Sloppily, disgustingly, selfishly devouring her. He spit loudly on both holes, hearing her noises of embarrassment, then licked it up along with what was oozing out of her. No regard for her pleasure, this was depraved tongue marking for his own enjoyment…yet her whimpers got worse as he continued. Her arms struggled to break free behind her back. Her thick thighs held together by the tight jeans and panties at her ankles…it was an awkward position that pushed her deliciously pretty cunt outward. It was so plump, he had to dig his tongue deep to get a proper taste…He started to growl as he sucked her lips with his filthy wet mouth. His big hands tore into her ass, spreading her open so he could dance little circles around her tight knot. Her gut sucked in and her hips bucked…she knew he noticed…she could hear him in her head whisper “that’s right, my filthy little girl”. He kept circling, then put his fingers to her clit… She felt so dirty…she clenched to hold it back…he went faster…groaned inside her hole, and then she gasped. Her breaths sounded like she was choking, as she tried to hold back her orgasm and release it at the same time. She panted her way through it, what seemed like forever in her head.

Her eyes opened and she saw the ceiling. She felt her legs open, as he had taken off the Louboutins that he had specifically requested, her jeans and panties now on the floor. It felt so good to stretch wide…she could feel her inner thighs a mess. He stood in front of her and rolled up his sleeves, just below the elbows, and crawled onto the bed next her. Her arms still behind her back, she lay somewhat helpless, with cunt facing the mirror on the wall. His light bearded face nestled up next to her ear, and his hand crept down her stomach…to massage that oozing hole. He was watching himself play with her in the mirror, as he began to whisper…

“My my my…looks like my pretty girl enjoyed my disgusting appetite.”

“Remind me little one, who’s fucking holes are these?”

SPANK! — His swift wet palm went across her cunt like a paddle

“Yours!” — She barked

The massaging continued…as did the questionnaire. He bounced back and forth between stuffing her gorgeous slit with two fingers, spanking, and continuing with his inquisition. Her puffy lips had turned bright red by the time she was ready to break for him again… She was learning…tonight was about possession. She was nearly in tears when he began the final set…spanking three times, and then stuffing her full, whilst whispering “You’re mine, You’re Mine, You’re Mine”. Her squirt soaked the bottom of the bed, and he licked her tears off her face when he was finished pushing it out of her.

Her cheeks red with pleasure, her light make-up only barely smeared. He lifted her up to a sitting position…and kissed her so tenderly..like a boy to a girl. He freed her arms from the jacket, and took off her shirt…kissing her gently on the chest. “My love, my love, my love” he whispered as his lips marked her. Her eyes softened and closed, and she felt him all over. Her bra fell off, and she felt completely his. She blacked out in this moment, absorbing the warmth of her man. It’s when she reached to unbutton his jeans, then she awoke to him slapping her hands away, and flipping her on all fours. She heard his breath…”that breath”…the one that gutters out of him before he has to do what he must. He unbuckled his belt, slowly slid it off and bent it in half. He took it and paraded it down her bare back, preparing himself for what was next. Unleashing his fury, was as if to open up his soul to her; and her to accept him. The first SLAP hit like a door slamming, as he effortlessly swung through her. She grabbed a pillow and bit it after yelping in angst. Again, his belt crossed her thick backside with every intention of letting her feel his power. This continued, with pauses in between as he admired her beauty, her strength, her unbelievable devotion, until he sensed her body clenching even in the slightest. When it was time to calm her, he unbuttoned his jeans and stuffed his throbbing, leaking cock inside her. “I’m yours” she would mutter as he had his way with her hole, stretching her, loving her, marking her as his.

This would repeat through the night, from the walloping of his belt to his tender and sometimes brutal fucking. She would continue to cum for him, show him her devotion, until he felt she had had enough. He tucked her into bed, snuggled up behind her with his arm wrapped around her…she held it with all the strength she had left. “I love you, I adore you, you are my everything” he whispered to her until she peacefully fell asleep.

(Part 4)

There’s nothing quite like the feeling of power that engulfs a man who sacrifices his own release in-order to unequivocally show his control over his woman. When she was fast asleep, he rolled over on his back and relished in his own sadistic games…as his cock painfully throbbed. It didn’t feel like pain to him, it felt like he had turned it into a weapon. In normal circumstances, she would have pouted and pleaded for his release, but tonight she wasn’t given an opportunity. He could hear her murmur “…more…more…please” as her eyes lids drooped. He rolled around hour after hour, his cock meat pulsing constantly, frenzied by a week of edging…as he woke again and again, he’d check her breathing and kiss her back. She needed some rest before he took his turns using her for release; it had been a long time since he had unleashed his fury on her like tonight. Occasionally he’d pull up the sheets and look at the beating he’d given her rear end, reminiscing at her strength.

Around 3AM, she stirred a bit and rolled over to lay on his chest. His mind had wandered long enough, he began to lick her neck like a dog. His nibbles on her ears were enough to wake her out of the coma he fucked her into. She opened her eyes and saw the intensity in his face, as he tongued her mouth open and breathed down her throat. “Open” he demanded as she struggled to get both eyes open…before unhooking her belt leash from the bed, gripping her skull and shoving her under the sheets onto his leaking cock. Her face smeared with the precum that had pooled on his stomach, and he held her down with both hands. He moaned and groaned as he felt her warmth engulfed him…his tip pulsed in the back of her throat. Slowly, and deliberately, he began to thrust…short, deep pumps to ensure that hole never felt empty. She held back her gags, and the salty drool began to drip down his balls…What a fucking delicious feeling. He didn’t stop, just pumping her throat full. Her squirming hips and wandering hands only made him grow longer. Her nails dug into his thighs as he got rougher, it wasn’t until she had finally taken a hard gasp that he decided to blow his thick, disgusting seed down her throat as if to impregnate her stomach. Her struggles to swallow each hot squirt only made him cum harder. A week’s worth of dedication blown into his filthy baby. He tongued her lips when he was done, and tethered her back to the bed.

He awoke again at 4AM, needing another one of her holes. Leaving her leashed and collared, he flipped her over on her back and pulled her to the center of the bed…intentionally pulling the belt taught around her neck. Her tongue immediately stuck out, and she felt it tighten like a noose. He slapped her thighs open and spat on her red cunt, still showing the decadent abuse it had taken earlier. He stroked himself in front of her, although the belt didn’t give her enough room to look down. She looked at his face, and watched his lips and mouth adjust to the sensation of his hand sliding up and down his shaft. In one powerful thrust, he shoved his member inside her…she yelped in excitement. He didn’t feel like hearing her pleasure in this moment, so he muzzled her with his hand and put all his weight on top of her. Long deep thrusts opened her legs up further, her free hands clawed into his back as he built up another creamy load for her. She started to black out, going into her favorite space, and let her arms release…completely absorbed by his dominance, unable to move, to moan, just allowed to breath and be enjoyed. He escalated, making sure his hips put a pounding in hers…before unloading his creamy nut inside her gorgeous cunt. He laid there for a moment, perhaps many moments…until his shaft had softened enough to flop out. He felt his messy load drip out of her, along with her juices…soaking the bed yet again. Eyes barely open, he tucked in her once more and nestled her back to sleep.

She awoke at 530 to the sound of the shower running. The belt was no longer around her neck, and she could see him enjoying the hot water flowing down his back. It was that bright darkness of the early morning, when you seemingly can see nothing and everything at the same time. She slipped out of bed and joined him in the shower. That first kiss hit her like her first crush. She got on her tippy toes and pressed for more…her hands on his big chest made her feel like the most precious girl in the world. His hands had a way of dancing on her…as if they were somewhere and everywhere at the same time. One moment he was pawing her ass, the next he was washing her hair. Her hands got grabby, before long they were tugging on the stiffness swinging between his thighs. He spun her around and held her face against the glass…swatting her ass as he manhandled her. She lifted her leg onto the bench seat, grabbed a cheek and spread herself open. Nestling his tip on her tight knot…he pushed himself into her ass as the hot water poured on them. Her mouth opened, and drool dripped down the glass as he worked her open. It was just them, lovers, in the dark shower. The cold glass, the warm water, the crispness of the morning. She saw his chest pump up out of the corner of her eye…as the sound of her ass getting fucked aroused him even further. His hand, engulfing her full face, pushed her tighter against the glass…she could feel him building up another load of liquid warmth. One of her greedy little hands delved down to her tender slit…it was so sensitive…but the warm water helped. He thrust harder knowing she was going to cum with him, beating her cheeks from behind. His final grunt was guttural, barbaric as he forced out another set of hot sticky adoration into her filthy hole. She squealed euphoria, rubbing constantly, and released yet again. He bit her shoulder as he throbbed inside of her, pushing out each drop. A marking she would have for a week, but the marking she left on him would leave a scar forever.