The Visit

She’d waited over a year for this. Eighteen months in fact. Eighteen months of growing desire and anticipation. The desire to please him had grown more and more with each passing day.

To feel him inside her. To feel his fingers exploring her from the inside. To feel his hands wrapped around her throat, controlling her very life. He owned her. He owned her mind, her body, her pleasure.

As the plane landed, she rehearsed her new rules. They were commands she was determined to follow.

Present. Display. Kneel. Easy enough.

Her heart started racing as the plane taxied down the runway. It was almost time. She rushed passed the gates and hurried to wait for her luggage. He was picking her up from the airport, and she could barely stand the excitement.

Present, Display, Kneel.

She found her purple luggage and rushed towards the exit. His car was waiting for her.

He smiled at her. He looked so unassuming. The best sadists always are.

“I missed you.” He said. “Do you remember your new name?”

Her voice cracked as she said “My name is Ayana”. He’d chosen a new name for her, and she loved it. It meant that she was his, and his alone. On the ride to the hotel, they spoke of all the adventures they had missed. All of the missed opportunities, and what they would do to each other’s bodies- and her mind. Present, Display, Kneel. She reminded herself.

His demeanor changed when they entered the hotel room. She looked at him, eyes wide with nervousness.

“Display.” He said without hesitation.

Ayana pulled down her underwear, and knelt over the bed. Her hands were shaking as she reached behind herself and pulled apart her cheeks. Without speaking, he stuck two fingers inside of her cunt.

“Good girl.” He said, rewarding her.

Display, kneel, present.

“Kneel” he commanded.

She turned her head to look at him and bit her lip to keep from speaking. His face changed, and he pulled her up from the bed and **** her on to her knees. He slapped her face. Hard enough that she knew he wanted to hurt her.

Display, present, kneel.

“Take off my pants.” He said, losing patience. She did as she was told. Her whole body was shaking as she pulled out his erect cock. She didn’t wait for him to have to tell her what she wanted. She slid it into her mouth, until her nose touched his skin.

Display, present, kneel.

He finished down her throat.

“Present” he said, almost sweetly.

She rose from her knees and showed her holes again.

“I don’t understand.” She whimpered. This command meant he wanted to enter her body. He’d already finished.

“You’re being such a good girl. I’m proud of you.” She relaxed immediately.

He took a step towards a her and spread her legs further.

“I missed you.” He reassured her.

He stuck three fingers inside of her, and watched her body react. He kept his hand in her thigh as he inserted a fourth, and a fifth. He turned his hand to fit his fist inside of her, as she realized what he was doing.

“Stop!” she cried out, struggling to sit up.

He pushed her back on the bed and **** his fist inside her.

“You’re hurting me!” She gasped.

Display, present, kneel.

He laid his body on top of hers and pushed his fist deep inside her as she struggled to accommodate him.

“You didn’t use lube.” She pleaded.

He covered her mouth his his spare hand.

“Whores don’t get lube.” He said, sweetly.

She whimpered as he continued to **** her body to stretch. He fisted her until her whimpers grew softer, and her cunt began to swell around his fist. He withdrew it and kissed her.

“I missed you.” He said, soothing her.

She didn’t move or offer a glance as he redressed and washed his hands. He was expected at home for dinner soon.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ayana.” She didn’t look at him. He smiled to himself, as he left his whore. He had missed her, indeed.