Ocean Of Need

💜 12 🔥🔥🔥 Shame

April 5th Continued...

The drip. As my honey hits the bed sheets. I am going to die of embarrassment. And then, I drip again.

Oh my god. I drop my head look back through my arms, see the wet patch on the crisp black and white polka-dot sheets, between my knees. I watch Mac, fully clothed as he crouches at the end of the bed. His eyes moving from my face, to the damp patch on the sheet, to my ass.

He smiles and licks his lips. 'You're blushing Miss Lilah,' he says softly.

I blush hotter, but I can't look away from his eyes, from the fire in them. My legs start to tremble, pussy starts to pulse, and then, it drips again, and I have to look away.

'Please Sir,' I pant.

'Please Sir?'

'Please don't look.'

'Oh Miss Lilah. What a shame. It seems you haven't learned your lesson yet. What is it that makes you think you can tell me what to do? You are still grasping for control. When will you learn?'

'Oh. No. No, I didn't mean... No. Please Sir... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.' And damn it, but I start to cry. I want so much to be a good girl for him. In the three days since he coated me in his words of worship then disappeared, I could think of nothing else but him. Being his Good Girl. Getting it right. And now here I am getting it wrong.

He walks around the bed and sits cross legged in front of me, on the pillows, leans forward and traces my tears with his thumb.

'Oh, my little pet. You keep crying today. You are so needy, aren't you?'

I nod, the humiliation hitting me on a deeper level.

'I just made you come and now you need to come again don't you.'

I nod again, completely humiliated.

'Do you need me to stop the ache?'

'Yes please. Please, please Sir.'

'I suppose, just this once, I could let your incessant need for control slide. But it would mean giving you homework. Do you think you can do that Miss Lilah? Can you preform a task for me?'

I nod again, like a stupid nodding doll. 'Anything, I'll do anything,' I gasp.

'I need you to kill something for me little pet.'

My eyes go wide with fear. Because, right now, he could tell me to do anything and I would...

'Miss Lilah, I need you to kill your shame. This here, with us, me and you, the poet and the artist, this is a truly beautiful thing. That your honey drips for me, that you're desperate and needy for me, all this makes me so happy.'

I smile at him, my tongue completely tied, and he pushes his thumb inside my smile.

'I am going to fuck you now. It will be fast and punishing because that is what you asked for. D'o you still need that? Do you consent to that?'

'Yes, please Sir. I want all of it. You can go deep with me. I can take it. I want it.'

He groans and rolls his shoulders. 'How was I lucky enough to find you?' He says, then climbs off the bed and out of his clothes. His muscles stretching and constricting, making every-day movements into an artwork.

Then he's behind me, and I hear the rip of the condom packet, feel the length of him slide between my pussy lips, coating himself in my honey. He finds my clit with his fingers, and groans.

I am slick with desire and swollen with want, as I open to the stretch of him. Oh, so slowly he pushes into me, so far and so firm, that I feel like he will hit my heart.

And then he slides back, and I feel every ridge of him, as my pussy makes a memory of his cock, to be kept in the core of me for always.

There is no one else for me now. Everything he does, everything he says, the way he makes my body ache, is all unique and absolute.

My pussy is absolutely in love with his cock.

My mind is utterly devoted to his thoughts.

I am ruined for anyone else, because he owns me, in a way that I have never been owned before.

I feel my eyes rolling back in my head as the thunder builds in my throat, and he fucks me hard, harder, harder still. Destroying my shame, fucking right through everything that was me before, and making me his. Over and over and over again.

And when I scream, he howls, and when we come, we arrive together. And I know this is it for me, this will never be over, because the moment he pulls back out of me, I need him all over again. Forever. For always.