Platina sat on her knees in the shadows watching the scene before her. Her Master was at work. She need not have kneeled, her firm buttocks on her heels, back straight with head bent, but it pleased her Master that she did. She stayed in the shadows so she didn’t disturb Him and because she felt more at home in the shadows. A large black male kneeled on the king size bed between the legs of a woman that she judged to be in her late to mid forties. His dark skin seemed to reflect the black of the room rather than the sparse light in the large space.
“You want my cum, bitch?”
The woman only moaned in response.
The muscles of his back flexed as he held her thin legs in his arms, and when he thrust his hips it caused his buttocks to clench and relax. She admired the shape of his body. He was tall and well muscled, without an ounce of fat to be seen. The woman’s arms were stretched wide to either side of her and handcuffed, her body was arched awkwardly with her arms strapped down and her hips elevated. Platina wondered if the woman got off on the pain or if it had been His idea; not that it mattered, if He wanted it then it would be done. She noticed an increased tempo in the motion of His hips.
She nodded to herself, though she was careful not to let it show. She congratulated herself in thinking that He was close to cumming. The woman closed her eyes tight and her body tensed up, as she too thought he was going to cum. She prepared for the final thrust of his penis inside her. He looked over at Platina, a feral smile on his lips, and winked. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and aimed it towards her face. The woman gasped and opened her eyes. It was just then that He released his seed and bathed her face with his cum. The woman blinked, tears dripped from her eyes.
She was lucky that was her only reason to shed tears tonight. When the time came that He was finally finished with her, she’d be shedding tears for days.
“I’m done. Time for you to get your ass home,” said Antwon, getting up from on top of her.
The woman looked up at him, her eyes wide in shock, which let more of His cum into her eyes, causing her to start blinking all over again. He bent over, not even looking at her, and put on his jeans. He moved to one corner of the bed and undid the handcuffs around her left wrist. The woman moaned, pleading wordlessly for him to finish her off.
This one is ripe for the plucking. He’ll have her crushed in no time.
He went to the other side of the bed to release her other hand and she reached out to pull him back into the bed. The backhand blow caused Platina to wince.
“That won’t show … this time, but continue with this behavior and you’ll have to explain to your husband why you can’t sit for a week. Understand me?”
The woman sniffled. A slow but steady stream of tears flowed from her eyes. Yet Platina could tell that the woman’s arousal hadn’t decreased a bit. She still wanted Him to fulfill her sexual need. The sad part for her was that He knew it as well.
He undid the other handcuff but before the woman could rise or move He pinned her to the bed. He placed his face in front of hers and looked in her eyes.
“You are mine, understand that? Mine for My pleasure. For My whim. Your only use is in what I want and what I derive from it. Your pleasure is pleasing me, remember that.”
The woman’s arousal was gone now. Platina could sympathize. When He looked at you in that way, you could see your soul shrinking in the reflection of His eyes. He twisted the woman’s head to the side and undid the clasp and let the ball gag out of her mouth.
“Do you understand me now?” He asked, his voice calm and low.
The woman must have had the gag in for some time, because it took her a few tries to loosen up her jaw before she could reply.
“Yes Master,” she said.
“Get dressed and get out of here.”
The woman dressed quietly. As she had her hand on the handle He called out to her.
“I’ll see you on Wednesday.”
“Wednesday?”
“Yes. You please me. I enjoy our time together so I think I’ll see you twice this week,” He said.
“Yes Master. Thank you Master,” said the woman. She almost glowed as she walked out the door.
Platina could tell the woman was already planning for her next encounter. She wondered if Antwon would actually keep that appointment. He was an expert at manipulating women. His giving praise and a hope of pleasure was just a way of Him tying her a little tighter around His finger, yet she still felt a slight tremor of jealousy at the thought of Him spending more time with her.
“So how did you enjoy the show, Platina?” he asked. He turned to face her, his smile wide, an array of white across his dark skin.
“I’m sure it amused you,” she said, her tone bland.
“Amusement is not my purpose, nor should it be yours. Our purpose is for more than our own amusement. At least I am doing what I’m supposed to.” He moved to stand above her. “Which is more than I can say for you,” he said with an edge of menace.
The comment came like a slap. “I’ve done what I’ve needed to.”
“One. You’ve killed one man. You are supposed to be bringing souls in for their final payment. An angel of retribution. And what have you done? One soul. One measly little man who fucked whores. What kind of service is that? At least what I’m doing has some value to it. No wonder you are seated so low. I only wonder why is it that I have to be saddled with you. My own form of punishment most likely. But then we wouldn’t be who we are if we were rewarded for what we do, now would we?”
He took her face in his hand, bringing her head up painfully. Each of His sentences had stabbed into her like small stakes of ice. Each doubt, each criticism, a sharp stabbing pain through her and sent a chill into her soul. The criticisms weren’t new, yet this time she felt them more. Perhaps because they held a hint of truth? She had only killed one man. The area they were in was ripe for souls to be plucked off the vine of life. She had her choice of men and women with spirits marred with blackness, those who delighted in hurt and harm, those who treated their perversions as right, those who were a blight on life. They were the perfect sort of prey. They were the ones whom the world would not miss if they were to disappear. They would be a delight for the eternal torment, for they served no real purpose in spreading evil, yet they held no true desire for light.
She had done it often enough before. She felt nothing about doing more. Yet … Yet she had let herself become distracted. She had followed her own agenda. That was what disturbed her. Of course she felt fear too, but it was not what distracted her that she feared. No, it was the fear of what would happen if He were to find out she had done something on her own and for her own reasons.
He raised her to her feet and threw her on the bed.
“Do you have anything to say?” he said, his face hovering above hers.
“Fuck you,” she said knowing it would make him do just that.
He reared back, growled, undid her jeans and jerked them off her body. He grabbed her ankles and pushed them back to her head. Her knees bent to her chest and her hips thrust upwards, stretching her thin panties tight against her groin. With one hand he grabbed them and pulled, shredding them. With her pussy open and exposed, he lowered his head, taking her into his lips.
Platina gasped. She had expected him to just pull out and shove into her. Her body responded to the wet warmth of his tongue and arched up to meet his full lips. How could she have forgotten such delights of the body, the tingling of nerves, the creation of passion from within? How could she have forgotten his ability to bring all of those out in her? Her body surrendered and ultimately offered up her soul to Him.
It was then that he pulled his mouth off of her sex and penetrated her. Driving his hard, thick cock deep into her vagina like a dagger. She cried out; partly from being unable to crash over the edge into bliss, partly from the shock of his body driving into her, and lastly, for again falling under His power and being His to control. The grin on his said he knew all of her reasons. He increased his pace, pounding his groin against hers, his body a hammer nailing her to the bed.
She lay there as he fucked her. Her well-lubricated pussy was able to handle his hard thrust despite his size filling her. His muscled arms were on either side of her, supporting his weight just enough not to crush her, yet allowing his larger body weight to press down on her like a blanket or the dirt of a grave. She bent her elbow, reaching up with hands to scrape her nails down his triceps and his lower arm. He gave off a sound that was both growl and chuckle. He snapped his pelvis into hers, adding a twist of his hips.
Platina gulped in air, meeting his thrust with her own. Arching her body into his as much as she could. His cock reached deep inside of her as she took all of him into her, finding every pleasure spot inside her pussy. She ached for the pleasure his cock brought to her body. She opened herself fully to the carnal delight of their sexual joining, letting the pleasure overcome any pain, any doubts, any thoughts other than those of the here and now. Her world consisted only of the joys of sexual intercourse.
Antwon pulled halfway out and stopped. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled herself onto him, impaling herself on him. She bucked and twisted, fucking herself on his cock.
“Just like all the other bitches. Can’t control yourself when you get some good cock in you, can you?” he said, laughing.
Yes. I’m just like all the others. Nothing special about me. I’m nothing but another woman for you to put your dick in and control.
“Go ahead, fuck yourself off. But remember what I give, I can take away,” he said, placing his big hand on her stomach, stopping her motion as effectively as if he had put a spike through her middle, pinning her to the bed, “Your pleasure is mine to give and take. Remember it, bitch. Now fuck Me.”
She moved her hips up and down, taking him in and out, though the passion had died, which she knew was intentional. What was her pleasure to him? Nothing. He knew that. It was a lesson he never ceased to enjoy teaching her. She thought of her sister. She had experienced pleasure being with her. Her hips bucked. She had given pleasure even without either being subjected sexually or subjecting. She liked it. Her hips bucked again. He moaned. She wanted more. More of that pleasure. The muscles of her pussy flexed.
“Yeah baby, that’s it. Cum on for daddy,” said Antwon.
Not for daddy, but he was close. She moved with renewed passion and vigor. She pushed back, taking as much as getting. Her increased interest aroused his and he moved with her, adding to her pleasure that fed back into her rising passion. Back arching, she cried out, calling out to a previously unknown release. She came hard and it left her breathing heavy.
“I hope that little lesson stays with you,” he said, his breathing also heavy. “The next lesson will be pain instead of pleasure … and as good as the pleasure was the pain will be that much worse. Do you understand what you need to do now?”
She didn’t doubt it for a minute. She knew his capacity for inflicting pain and it definitely overshadowed his capacity for giving pleasure. However she wasn’t about to look to him for pleasure. Not now. Hopefully not ever. She knew now that it was a truer pleasure that she craved. Something he couldn’t give. She didn’t know if such pleasure was hers to have. She was going to find out. And he wasn’t going to stop her. No matter what she had to do to get it.
“I understand,” she said. And she smiled. A smile of pleasure.
“You want my cum, bitch?”
The woman only moaned in response.
The muscles of his back flexed as he held her thin legs in his arms, and when he thrust his hips it caused his buttocks to clench and relax. She admired the shape of his body. He was tall and well muscled, without an ounce of fat to be seen. The woman’s arms were stretched wide to either side of her and handcuffed, her body was arched awkwardly with her arms strapped down and her hips elevated. Platina wondered if the woman got off on the pain or if it had been His idea; not that it mattered, if He wanted it then it would be done. She noticed an increased tempo in the motion of His hips.
She nodded to herself, though she was careful not to let it show. She congratulated herself in thinking that He was close to cumming. The woman closed her eyes tight and her body tensed up, as she too thought he was going to cum. She prepared for the final thrust of his penis inside her. He looked over at Platina, a feral smile on his lips, and winked. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and aimed it towards her face. The woman gasped and opened her eyes. It was just then that He released his seed and bathed her face with his cum. The woman blinked, tears dripped from her eyes.
She was lucky that was her only reason to shed tears tonight. When the time came that He was finally finished with her, she’d be shedding tears for days.
“I’m done. Time for you to get your ass home,” said Antwon, getting up from on top of her.
The woman looked up at him, her eyes wide in shock, which let more of His cum into her eyes, causing her to start blinking all over again. He bent over, not even looking at her, and put on his jeans. He moved to one corner of the bed and undid the handcuffs around her left wrist. The woman moaned, pleading wordlessly for him to finish her off.
This one is ripe for the plucking. He’ll have her crushed in no time.
He went to the other side of the bed to release her other hand and she reached out to pull him back into the bed. The backhand blow caused Platina to wince.
“That won’t show … this time, but continue with this behavior and you’ll have to explain to your husband why you can’t sit for a week. Understand me?”
The woman sniffled. A slow but steady stream of tears flowed from her eyes. Yet Platina could tell that the woman’s arousal hadn’t decreased a bit. She still wanted Him to fulfill her sexual need. The sad part for her was that He knew it as well.
He undid the other handcuff but before the woman could rise or move He pinned her to the bed. He placed his face in front of hers and looked in her eyes.
“You are mine, understand that? Mine for My pleasure. For My whim. Your only use is in what I want and what I derive from it. Your pleasure is pleasing me, remember that.”
The woman’s arousal was gone now. Platina could sympathize. When He looked at you in that way, you could see your soul shrinking in the reflection of His eyes. He twisted the woman’s head to the side and undid the clasp and let the ball gag out of her mouth.
“Do you understand me now?” He asked, his voice calm and low.
The woman must have had the gag in for some time, because it took her a few tries to loosen up her jaw before she could reply.
“Yes Master,” she said.
“Get dressed and get out of here.”
The woman dressed quietly. As she had her hand on the handle He called out to her.
“I’ll see you on Wednesday.”
“Wednesday?”
“Yes. You please me. I enjoy our time together so I think I’ll see you twice this week,” He said.
“Yes Master. Thank you Master,” said the woman. She almost glowed as she walked out the door.
Platina could tell the woman was already planning for her next encounter. She wondered if Antwon would actually keep that appointment. He was an expert at manipulating women. His giving praise and a hope of pleasure was just a way of Him tying her a little tighter around His finger, yet she still felt a slight tremor of jealousy at the thought of Him spending more time with her.
“So how did you enjoy the show, Platina?” he asked. He turned to face her, his smile wide, an array of white across his dark skin.
“I’m sure it amused you,” she said, her tone bland.
“Amusement is not my purpose, nor should it be yours. Our purpose is for more than our own amusement. At least I am doing what I’m supposed to.” He moved to stand above her. “Which is more than I can say for you,” he said with an edge of menace.
The comment came like a slap. “I’ve done what I’ve needed to.”
“One. You’ve killed one man. You are supposed to be bringing souls in for their final payment. An angel of retribution. And what have you done? One soul. One measly little man who fucked whores. What kind of service is that? At least what I’m doing has some value to it. No wonder you are seated so low. I only wonder why is it that I have to be saddled with you. My own form of punishment most likely. But then we wouldn’t be who we are if we were rewarded for what we do, now would we?”
He took her face in his hand, bringing her head up painfully. Each of His sentences had stabbed into her like small stakes of ice. Each doubt, each criticism, a sharp stabbing pain through her and sent a chill into her soul. The criticisms weren’t new, yet this time she felt them more. Perhaps because they held a hint of truth? She had only killed one man. The area they were in was ripe for souls to be plucked off the vine of life. She had her choice of men and women with spirits marred with blackness, those who delighted in hurt and harm, those who treated their perversions as right, those who were a blight on life. They were the perfect sort of prey. They were the ones whom the world would not miss if they were to disappear. They would be a delight for the eternal torment, for they served no real purpose in spreading evil, yet they held no true desire for light.
She had done it often enough before. She felt nothing about doing more. Yet … Yet she had let herself become distracted. She had followed her own agenda. That was what disturbed her. Of course she felt fear too, but it was not what distracted her that she feared. No, it was the fear of what would happen if He were to find out she had done something on her own and for her own reasons.
He raised her to her feet and threw her on the bed.
“Do you have anything to say?” he said, his face hovering above hers.
“Fuck you,” she said knowing it would make him do just that.
He reared back, growled, undid her jeans and jerked them off her body. He grabbed her ankles and pushed them back to her head. Her knees bent to her chest and her hips thrust upwards, stretching her thin panties tight against her groin. With one hand he grabbed them and pulled, shredding them. With her pussy open and exposed, he lowered his head, taking her into his lips.
Platina gasped. She had expected him to just pull out and shove into her. Her body responded to the wet warmth of his tongue and arched up to meet his full lips. How could she have forgotten such delights of the body, the tingling of nerves, the creation of passion from within? How could she have forgotten his ability to bring all of those out in her? Her body surrendered and ultimately offered up her soul to Him.
It was then that he pulled his mouth off of her sex and penetrated her. Driving his hard, thick cock deep into her vagina like a dagger. She cried out; partly from being unable to crash over the edge into bliss, partly from the shock of his body driving into her, and lastly, for again falling under His power and being His to control. The grin on his said he knew all of her reasons. He increased his pace, pounding his groin against hers, his body a hammer nailing her to the bed.
She lay there as he fucked her. Her well-lubricated pussy was able to handle his hard thrust despite his size filling her. His muscled arms were on either side of her, supporting his weight just enough not to crush her, yet allowing his larger body weight to press down on her like a blanket or the dirt of a grave. She bent her elbow, reaching up with hands to scrape her nails down his triceps and his lower arm. He gave off a sound that was both growl and chuckle. He snapped his pelvis into hers, adding a twist of his hips.
Platina gulped in air, meeting his thrust with her own. Arching her body into his as much as she could. His cock reached deep inside of her as she took all of him into her, finding every pleasure spot inside her pussy. She ached for the pleasure his cock brought to her body. She opened herself fully to the carnal delight of their sexual joining, letting the pleasure overcome any pain, any doubts, any thoughts other than those of the here and now. Her world consisted only of the joys of sexual intercourse.
Antwon pulled halfway out and stopped. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled herself onto him, impaling herself on him. She bucked and twisted, fucking herself on his cock.
“Just like all the other bitches. Can’t control yourself when you get some good cock in you, can you?” he said, laughing.
Yes. I’m just like all the others. Nothing special about me. I’m nothing but another woman for you to put your dick in and control.
“Go ahead, fuck yourself off. But remember what I give, I can take away,” he said, placing his big hand on her stomach, stopping her motion as effectively as if he had put a spike through her middle, pinning her to the bed, “Your pleasure is mine to give and take. Remember it, bitch. Now fuck Me.”
She moved her hips up and down, taking him in and out, though the passion had died, which she knew was intentional. What was her pleasure to him? Nothing. He knew that. It was a lesson he never ceased to enjoy teaching her. She thought of her sister. She had experienced pleasure being with her. Her hips bucked. She had given pleasure even without either being subjected sexually or subjecting. She liked it. Her hips bucked again. He moaned. She wanted more. More of that pleasure. The muscles of her pussy flexed.
“Yeah baby, that’s it. Cum on for daddy,” said Antwon.
Not for daddy, but he was close. She moved with renewed passion and vigor. She pushed back, taking as much as getting. Her increased interest aroused his and he moved with her, adding to her pleasure that fed back into her rising passion. Back arching, she cried out, calling out to a previously unknown release. She came hard and it left her breathing heavy.
“I hope that little lesson stays with you,” he said, his breathing also heavy. “The next lesson will be pain instead of pleasure … and as good as the pleasure was the pain will be that much worse. Do you understand what you need to do now?”
She didn’t doubt it for a minute. She knew his capacity for inflicting pain and it definitely overshadowed his capacity for giving pleasure. However she wasn’t about to look to him for pleasure. Not now. Hopefully not ever. She knew now that it was a truer pleasure that she craved. Something he couldn’t give. She didn’t know if such pleasure was hers to have. She was going to find out. And he wasn’t going to stop her. No matter what she had to do to get it.
“I understand,” she said. And she smiled. A smile of pleasure.
