He spanked me harder and harder, his hand landing with each strike like a hammer on steel. I cried out with each one, my body writhing in pleasure and pain. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge and I loved it. I begged him to continue, my body trembling with desire.

And he did. He spanked me until I was covered in a sweat, my body trembling with pleasure and pain. I was almost there, on the brink of orgasm, but he wouldn't let me go over the edge just yet. He stood up and walked around the room, looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

He walked back over to me and leaned down, his hot breath on my face. "You're not going to come yet, are you?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I shook my head, unable to form any words. He chuckled and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. "You're such a dirty little slut. I'm going to make you cum so hard."

He took his time, teasing me with his fingers, circling my clit lightly, and I couldn't take it any longer. I begged him to fuck me, to take me hard and make me come. He grinned and slid his fingers inside of me, filling me up completely. He starting pounding into me, hard and fast, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Are you going to come for me? Are you going to cum for me?" His words were like a trigger and I felt myself tumbling over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I screamed his name as I came, my body convulsing with pleasure.

He didn't stop there, he kept pounding into me, harder and harder, until I was completely spent. He climaxed inside of me, his warmth filling me up as he came. He held me tightly for a few moments, before getting up and walking away.

As I sat there, catching my breath, I couldn't help but feel satisfied and content. I knew that this act would continue, and I would always be at his mercy, but that was what I wanted. I loved the feeling of being completely at his mercy, of being completely subject to his whims and desires. I knew that I would always crave this feeling, this sensation of being completely alive and in the moment. And I was okay with that.