Of course

“Yes–” My voice had lost all its softness from my screaming, “Yes. Please. Sir.”

He flipped me over onto my stomach. I took a few deep breaths. Glancing behind me, I saw him grinning, taking in the sight of my ass. He smacked it, making me gasp. I pushed it up towards him, into his face.

It’s yours, sir. Take it.

He spanked me again, then pushed his cock into my pussy. My brain went supernova. Every ridge of his cock pushed against every fold of my tight pussy. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was finally, finally, full.

With his third thrust, he set his rhythm, and my mind went blank. I forgot to say anything, forgot to make any sound at all, so great was the pleasure. Then, he gathered up a handful of my hair and yanked it, riding me like a bitch in heat.

The world snapped back into focus. The wet slap of him pounding me. The scintillating pain of my hair pulling on my scalp. His warm breath cascading across my ears. His relentless dominance; my full-bodied submission.

Constellations of ecstasy shattered in my brain. I was not made for this pleasure. It was tearing me apart at the seams.

“THANK YOU!”

Hickies bloomed along my neck where he bit me.

“THANK YOU!”

He left sharp, red hand-prints on my ass.

“THANK YOU!”

His cock mashed my pussy into a sopping mess.

“I’M YOUR FUCKING SLUT; I’M ALL FUCKING YOURS!”

“THEN TAKE THIS CUM, SLUT.”

His pace quickened, which I hadn’t thought possible. My tongue lolled out of my mouth. A line of drool fell onto the bed sheets. I could barely form words as he pounded me.

He bottomed out in my pussy. I screamed, a primal expression of sheer euphoria. The first spurt of his load coated my walls, and it sent me over whatever edge I had left.

I came.

THANK YOU.

“THANK… YOU…”

This final, shared orgasm made my body pulse with bliss. The world shrank until the only thing left was the joy his cock provided. As the rush of his cum filled me, I started to shake, my pussy milking his cock for every last drop. Spirals of delight exploded through me. It felt so good to submit, to let him dominate me. I wasn’t Grace or Grant anymore. I was his.

His slut.

The shaking subsided as my body gave out. None of my male orgasms held a candle to what I had just experienced. I couldn’t move, only bask in the post-sex high.

With his cock softening inside me, Jack trailed kisses up my back, to my neck, until he was blanketing my cheeks in tiny comforting pecks. I smiled, wishing I could freeze this moment and live in it forever.

“You’re a good slut,” He whispered in my ear, and I couldn’t help but beam with pride.

Finally, he pulled out: I gasped at his sudden absence. He fell onto a pillow. After a moment of stillness, he opened his arms, and, with great effort, I crawled into them. He drew me in close, my body tight against his. The warmth and smell of him, which had moments ago turned me into a cock-drunk whore, now acted as a shield against the world.

He moved his hand down to grab my ass: I giggled. I looked at him, and there was a gleam of the old Jack in his eyes.