Splayed out on my bed, I had no control over what Juliet would do to me. I was at her mercy, and I loved every second of it. I loved the way she filled me up and made me feel complete. My pussy was gushing with wetness.
Suddenly, Juliet grabbed my hair into a single bundle. "I think you're ready now, slut." She told me. I was so aroused and at her mercy, that I wasn't able to say anything. She had a tight grip on my hair, so I couldn't even nod. All I could do was swallow my own spit.
And then she was on me. Her thrusting turned rapid and violet. She pushed into me as hard as she could, and she fucked me over and over. She hurt me and made me yell and cry and God, I loved it.
"OHH! AHH!" I screamed.
Juliet seemed to be enjoying it greatly. She was panting by this point, but in between breaths, she commanded me, "Take me, bitch. Fucking take me. Fuck that's so hot. Fuck I love the way you move and shake." It's true, I was shaking, barely able to stay on all fours. But I knew I had to. I had to please my mistress.
Despite the pain and despite the pleasure, I was able to put **** on my hips and thrust back into her.
"Oooh," Juliet cooed. "I like that, slut." And then she gave my ass a loud SLAP for effect. I loved it. I was so hers. I was being owned.
After a few more moments of some of the hardest fucking of my life, Juliet cried out, "You close to cumming, bitch?"
Oh god, cumming. I was barely able to spit out, "Yes, mistress. I'm so close."
Juliet simply said, "good." And she slapped me again. I wanted to cum so desperately, but would my mistress allow that?
