In the serenity of their room, Michael and Dahlia shared a rare moment of tranquility. Soft evening light enveloped them, casting a warm embrace around the couple. Seated on the edge of the bed, Michael, with a thoughtful expression, broached a topic that seemed to weigh on his mind. Dahlia, perched beside him, awaited his words with a blend of curiosity and concern.
"Dahlia," Michael began, his voice a mix of sincerity and vulnerability, "there's something I've been meaning to discuss with you."
Turning to him, Dahlia's eyes mirrored a fusion of curiosity and a touch of worry. "What is it, Michael?"
Taking a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers, Michael ventured, "I've been contemplating our journey—the unexpected twists and turns. I can't help but wonder where this path might lead us."
Dahlia's hand found his fingers intertwining in a silent reassurance. "We've faced challenges, but we've also found strength in each other," she soothed. "What's on your mind?
"Dahlia," Michael whispered, his voice a tender caress in the quiet room. "You're absolutely beautiful, you know that?"
Dahlia, her gaze still heavy with sleep, blushed at the unexpected compliment. "Michael, you're just saying that because we woke up together."
"No, I mean it," he insisted, drawing closer. "Even in the gentle morning light, you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
A soft smile tugged at Dahlia's lips as she nestled into the pillows. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Charming."
Michael chuckled, the intimate warmth between them replacing any lingering traces of sleep. "I feel lucky to wake up to you every day, Dahlia. It's like starting each morning with a glimpse of paradise."
Dahlia's eyes sparkled with affection. "You have a way with words, Michael."
He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle. "Only when I'm inspired by you."
Dahlia's lips were warm and sweet as they met his. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer for an intoxicating kiss that left them both breathless.
She pulled away from the kiss, her eyes half closed in bliss. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too." He kissed her again, this time with more passion savoring the taste of her mouth with his tongue, darting in and out of her mouth.She giggled, then sighed. "I want to make love to you, I'm all yours Michael " she said, looking up at him. "Do whatever you want with me." His heart leapt in joy at her words. He took her hands and taking a handcuff from the drawers, secured them behind her back.
He lay down beside her, pulling her close to him. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes!" she replied.
He smiled at her, kissing her forehead. "Good." He said. "Because I have something special planned for us." Dahlia looked confused. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Just wait." He said, smiling.He rolled on top of her, kissing her gently.
She moaned into his mouth. He moved down her body, kissing and licking every inch of it. She shivered under his touch, feeling herself get wetter by the second. He reached her breasts, sucking on one nipple while he played with the other. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his face. "Ohhhh..." she moaned.
"You like that?" he asked. "Yesssss..." she moaned. He bit down on her nipple, making her cry out in pleasure. He switched to the other breast, biting and licking until she was squirming underneath him.
"Please..." she begged. "Please what?" he asked. "Fuck me. Anything you want, my love."
He grinned, kissing her stomach. He slid his hands over her skin, moving towards her pussy.
"Please fuck me now. I want to feel you inside me." she whined.
He smiled at her. "I will never let anyone else touch you." He said, kissing her. "I know." she said. "I love you Michael." "I love you too." He kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth.
They kissed passionately, their tongues dueling each other. He slid his fingers into her pussy, slowly working them in and out. She gasped when he entered her. He was so skillful with his fingers, she thought to herself. "Ohh yessss!" she cried. He worked her pussy harder, making her cum almost instantly. She arched her back, crying out in pleasure. He moved up her body, kissing her neck and shoulders. "I love you." he whispered. "I love you too." she replied.
He kissed her, his cock pressed against her thigh. "I want to fuck you now." he said. "Okay." she said, grinning. He slid his hard cock between her legs, rubbing it against her pussy. Then he stopped "have you been fucked in the ass before dahlia?" he asked. "No, but I want you to." she said. "Then we'll try it." he said. "But not yet." she said. "Why not?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt you." "I trust you." she said. "And I trust you." he said.
"I want you to take my ass virginity."
"Okay." he said, smiling. He pushed his cock against her asshole, rubbing it around. It felt strange to him, but he could tell she liked it. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah..."
"Good." he said. He started thrusting his cock into her ass, fucking her slowly. She moaned louder as he fucked her. "Do you like this?" he asked. "Oh yeah!" she cried.
"Please don't stop!" she cried.
"I won't." he said, slamming his cock deep into her ass. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" she cried. He pounded her ass harder, making her scream in pleasure.
He pulled his cock out of her ass, leaving her gaping hole open. He put his cock back in her ass again but this time with so much force.
"Fuck me!" she cried.
"You're a dirty little slut." he said smiling.
"I'm your slut." she said. "I'm your slut."
He fucked her ass harder, pounding her hard.
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she cried. "I love your cock!" she screamed. "I love your cock!" She cried. He pulled out quickly before he came and left the room to his closet, he came back almost immediately with handcuffs, a butt plug, what looked like a dildo, a nipple clamp and a briefcase. "We're going to be here all day princess " he said.
"Is that-
"A butt plug. To keep you wide for me." he said.
"Okay." she said gently.
He got up and picked up the butt plug. He walked over to her and inserted it into her ass ver gently. "Does it feel good?" he asked.
"Yes...it feels so damn good.
"Good." he said. He took the dildo and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. He turned it on and it began buzzing.
"Oh!" she cried.
"You like that princess?"
"Oh yeah!" She screamed.
"I want you to have fun today Dahlia."
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. He forced her down onto the bed and spread her legs wide. He shoved the vibrator into her pussy. She moaned loudly. "Oh yeah!" she cried. He smacked her ass again sending waves of sensational vibrations to her already plugged up ass
"Oh yes!" she cried. "Oh yeah!"
He smacked her ass again, causing her to cry out in pain. "Oh God!" she cried. He smacked her ass again, making her scream.
He opened the briefcase next a took out a whip. "Get on your hands and knees." he ordered. She did as she was told. He hit her ass with the whip several times, making her cry out in pain. "Go on, say you're a dirty washed up slut"
"I'm a dirty washed up slut." she said in tears.
He whipped her ass again, making her yell in pain. "Say you want me to fuck your ass." he demanded.
"I want you to fuck my ass Michael!!!!"
He whipped her ass again, making her shake. "Say you want me to completely own you."
"I want you to completely own me!!!."
He whipped her ass again, this time making her buckle underneath him. "Say you want me to fuck your pussy." he said.
"I want you to fuck my pussy!!!! Please fuck my pussy like the slut I ammmm!!!."
He whipped her ass again, making her cry out
"Say you want me to cum in your ass."
"I want you to cum in my ass, I want you to fill my ass with your cummmm!!!"
Her ass was already bruised by this point, he took out the nipple clamps and turned her around. He attached one to each nipple, making her yelp in pain. "Now tell me you're my dirty slut." he said. "I'm your dirty slut." she said. He slapped her ass again. "Say you want me to make you my bitch." he said.
"I want you to make me your bitch." she said.
He slapped her already bruised ass again. "Good girl" he said. He slapped her ass again. The pain became unbearable and she began to writhe with each strike, it turned Michael on so much, he could feel his erect dick straining, desperate for release, "My dick feels dry dahlia" he said slyly, "it could really go for your throat right now" he bent and whispered in her ear "You're not allowed to breathe while I fuck your throat okay?"
she nodded. He placed the head of his cock at her lips. "Open your mouth." he said. She opened her mouth and he pushed his cock in. "Suck it!" he commanded. She sucked him in. "Mmmm." she moaned around his dick as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth until he reached her throat. He pushed further into her throat, her throat felt so good and tight around his cock, he could feel the tip reaching into her oesophagus, gagging her. He withdrew from her, "you like that don't you?"
She gave a muffles answer with his dick still firmly pushed against her mouth. He thrust his cock back down her throat, forcing it further than before. "Ahhh!" he screamed, but he didn't let up. He fucked her throat, gagging her with every thrust.
He could feel his orgasm building, "Fuck my throat!" she begged. He grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock. "On all fours!" he commanded. She got on all fours and he examined her behind, her ass was red and bruised all over, whip marks scattered across, "you wouldn't be seating anytime soon" he thought to himself, her pussy was so wet it was dripping across her thighs and there was a little puddle of her juices underneath.
"Open your mouth" he said
She did as she was told and he spat into her mouth, "Swallow it." he said. She swallowed it, "good girl." he said. He spread some lube onto his cock and slid it into her ass.
"Oh god!" she cried, "you're fucking my ass!" he started slowly at first, pulling out almost completely then pushing himself deep inside her, "oh yeah!" she cried, "fuck my ass!" he started to pick up speed, "yes! " she cried, " harder! " he rammed his cock in and out of her ass faster and faster, "fuck me!" she yelled.
"Your ass is mine!" He couldn't hold on any longer, he grabbed her hips and slammed himself deep into her ass, "yes! Yes!" she screamed.
His cock exploded inside her, pumping her full of his hot seed. "Fuck!" he gasped. He collapsed on top of her. They lay there for a few minutes recovering from their orgasms. Finally he lifted himself off her.
"You should probably wake up now" she said.
"Huh? What do you mean wake up Dahlia?"
Almost immediately he woke up, he found Dahlia staring out the window, she looked at him, her eyes devoid of the lust he saw few minutes ago, she turned and looked at him.
"You were moaning in your sleep...I didn't want to wake you up"
Fuck, Michael thought