I want her to be rough with me.

It’s strange, I’ve only just met this woman, but somehow I feel safe with her. I’m usually a pretty decent judge of character, so if I let her play rough with me, I’m pretty sure that she won’t take it too far. So, is that what I want? My answer is not long in coming. “If you want to be rough with me, I can handle it.” I moan in pain and pleasure as she pinches my nipple, harder than her prior teasing. I don’t move to stop her, and the throaty chucky I hear directly in my ear raises goose-pimples across my exposed skin.

“As long as that’s what you want, kitten. If it gets too much, let me know ok?” I simply nod in response, far too horny to answer coherently. That’s as much warning I receive as I am spun around, and her mouth connects with mine once more. I moan into her mouth as I feel her grab onto my ass and squeeze.

She breaks the kiss, then looks down at me as she says, “I love your ass.” “Thank you.” I reply, a little taken aback, then gasp as she lifts a hand then brings it down on my ass with a resounding slap. I see a look of amusement flash over her face before she quickly schools her features and asks, “did I say you could talk?” “No miss.” Another slap lands, bringing another wave of pain and pleasure as she says, “you will refer to me as mistress, are we understood?” “Yes mistress.”

She nods, satisfied, before adding, “good girl, now on your knees.” I obey immediately, dropping to my knees in the grass before her. She stands over me, my face at crotch level and inches away from the hairless folds of her pussy. I’m so close that the smells of the garden are entirely drowned out by the smell of my mistress’s arousal. It’s a heady scent that drives me wild with the desire to taste her, but I’m a good girl, so I wait for my mistress’s say so.

My patience is rewarded as she says, “Very good. Now you’re going to lick me until I’m satisfied. If you do a good job, I might reward you with a treat, understood?” I nod, then say, “yes mistress, I will do my best to please you, mistress.” Any further words are cut off as she grabs me by the hair, then presses my face into her pussy. Eagerly, I begin licking, tasting her salty, sweet lust on my tongue. The grip on my hair is uncomfortable but not painful as she uses the leverage to guide my efforts as she wishes.

Some moments, she guides my head in long licks, and at others she presses me against her, grinding her slit into my mouth and nose. Every once in a while she lets me come up for air, I gasp and fill my lungs before my face is once more mashed against her sex. She clearly enjoys my efforts, as it's not long until she screams out in pleasure as she firmly presses me against her. Her sweet fem-cum floods into my mouth and down my throat as I do my best to swallow when I can. By the time her orgasm ends and she lets me up for air, my lungs are burning.

My mistress looks down at me fondly, running her hands through my hair, as I pant and splutter as I regain my breath. When I finally regain my composure, she says, “Well kitten, you have certainly earned your reward. Do you have any requests, or would you prefer your mistress to pick for you?”

(Author's note: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. This is my first attempt at a BDSM style scene, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Feel free to leave any suggestions for Emily's reward in the comments. Love and kisses, H.B.)