I write what I want.

“You’re making me feel so good, sir. Your cock, it’s so thick and perfect, it makes my cunt quiver, only for you. Let me cum, please. Claim me like you promised you would. Cum inside me, sir."

Laing couldn't hold back any longer, and as he pressed his weight down on Cadence, trapping her beneath him, he shoved his cock deeper into her cunt, his hand gripping her hip as he finally let go.

Spurt after spurt of cum pulsed through his cock and into her clenching pussy till it began to leak from her, as he let out a low, feral scream into her neck. His hips didn't stop, stuttering against her own as he continued to rut into her.

"Cum! Cum now, my little angel!" He growled, riding the high waves of his own pleasure as his fingers went back to her cunt, taking some of the cum oozing from where his cock was buried in her and rubbing it against her clit as he gave her a bruising kiss.

-R. Laing

"I've been a good girl; take me, sir."

Laing didn't need anymore encouragement. His tether to his control snapped and as his teeth grazed the soft skin of her neck, he began pounding into her, groaning between harsh breaths as she continually clenched around him.

"You're my good girl." He growled, pulling her into a searing kiss. His hand creeped down between their bodies and his fingers found her clit, pinching it gently once before rubbing tiny, tight circles around it.

Laing could feel his balls draw tight, his muscles stiffen. "I'm close, pet... I want you to milk my cock.. show me how much you want to come... Fuck..!"

-R. Laing

For someone who had so sweetly asked him to have mercy on her, to ease her into their fucking, Cadence was riding him with an unmatched vigour, her ass slamming against him, undoubtedly stinging from the spanking she had received.

She was hot around him. Hot and wet and slick, allowing her to slide up and down his considerable girth. And she was a vixen, clenching around him, tightening her already tight cunt as she rode him.

Her hands fell to his chest as she gritted out, "Is this good, sir?" His only response was to thrust his hips up into her, spearing her on his cock for a moment before allowing her to continue.

"I may not get to cum until you give me permission, sir, but I'm on top and I'm in control." She purred. Fire flashed in Laing's eyes and he growled as his hands tightened around her waist. He let her have her moment, and then, he flipped them over, remembering at the last moment to reach for a pillow to put under her ass.

"You are never in control. You should learn that now itself." He murmured darkly against her ear as he drew himself out all the way to the tip of his cock, before slamming back into her hard enough to shake the bed, the headboard bumping against the wall. One hand supported his weight near her head, while the other grabbed her breast, groping it painfully until his fingers dug into the skin.

His teeth bit the lobe of her ear, tugging it before he whispered, "You only take what I give, and when I give it." He could feel sweat begin to bead along his neck and chest as he thrust into her, over and over again, dragging his cock out slowly against her walls only to roughly push back in.

"You're mine now."

-R. Laing

(I am very proud of you, little pet. And like I promised, if you continue to be a good girl and obey my rules, you will get a reward.)

Laing couldn't help the little frissions of utter pleasure that travelled up his spine every time Cadence ground her wet pussy against his clothed cock. Even through the fabric, he could feel her heat.

His fingers never stopped as she made her requests and demands, wanting mercy, needing to grow accustomed to him before she could take the pleasure that comes with just the hint of pain.

And there was going to be pain, he thought, as he traced her entrance, feeling her clench, trying to pull his finger in. She was tight and would have to stretch to accomodate his swollen and hard cock.

His fingers stopped when she began marking him with her lips, teasing skin into her mouth and drawing the blood to just under his flesh, proving his suspicions about her correct. Cadence was not a submissive person by nature.

“That way they’ll know you’ve been taken by someone, and not just anyone… but me. I made these marks, understand?” She practically growled against him as she popped the buttons of his shirt. And still he didn't say word.

“Now, have your way with me, sir.”

At that statement, he grinned ferally, drawing his hands away from her. Without moving her off him, he just lifted himself slightly and yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere. His hands travelled down to Cadence's warm ass, stroking her once before he gently pulled her thighs, making her straddle him.

His legs now stretched out between hers, long and muscular and as his undid his pants with one hand, kicking them off, his other hand guided his aching cock to lie against her slit, letting her slick coat him as he held her hips and made the smallest movements, the head of his cock brushing her clit.

Steel blue grey eyes met hers as he said in a low but domineering voice.

"Remember who is in charge, Cadence. And remember your rules. I was not lying when I said that you break even one, I will walk out and never touch you again."

It was only after that that he lifted her hips just enough to begin sliding into her tight cunt. As he pressed in, inch by inch, he smirked.

"And rule number three, you do not cum without my explicit permission."

Oh, his Cadence was not a sub. But she would learn to be his sub.

-R. Laing