Wendigo*

She wears nothing but a silk tie and silk ropes.

He covers her almond-shaped eyes with a fantasy tie by Rubinacci. It seems appropriate, all things considered.

He ties her calves to her thighs, her wrists to her knees. Her only comfortable position is with her thighs spread, pussy and ass exposed. She lays on the kitchen table, just at the edge, exposed to him like the best fucking meal a man could have.

He licks his lips, inhales. Yeah, the best fucking meal.

The chair scrapes the floor as he nudges it forward. Her cunt drips with need and he smiles.

"Greedy girl," he whispers. He flicks his tongue over her swollen clit and her body jerks. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I was looking forward to my dinner." He says it casually, as if they're having a conversation about weather or stocks. He looks up at her and sees her nod. And he smiles. "But you were late," he continues, keeping his voice flat, though his cock twitches.

She drops the smile and her bottom lip quivers. "But, Sir," she whimpers.

"You were late," he repeats. "And I was hungry."

Her hands bunch into fists. "Yes, Sir. I understand." He can see her body all but deflate.

"What do you think I should do?" he asks.

She hesitates for only a moment...his girl is so well-trained.

"I should be punished." Her tone says defeat.

She knows this will not be maintenance punishment. Not a casual spanking over his lap that ends in a hard fucking. She knows this will end in disappointment. She knows it will end with her wanting.

"How do you think I should punish you?"

"However Sir thinks I should be punished."

Again, such a well-trained girl. He knows he should punish her, and yet...

He leans his head against her thigh, brushes his beard against the tender skin; something he knows she likes. "I can't. I've been waiting all day for this."

"I know, Sir, and I'm sorry."

He smiles against her thigh. "Yeah, maybe." He kisses her thigh. "You'll be really sorry after I'm done."

"I...what?"

He doesn't respond to her query. Instead, he simply wraps his arms around her thighs and buries his face into her pussy.

"Oh! Oh, fuck, Sir! Yes!" Her hips buck into his face, blindly reaching for more.

"Start counting," he orders. He doesn't mean the smacks on her ass that he insists she counts out loud in a strong voice. He means something else. And she knows what he means.

"Yes, Sir!" He can hear the smile in her voice.

He spreads her pussy wide with his thumbs and sucks hard on her clit. As always, she cums fast and hard.

"One!" she cries as the orgasm hits.

He continues to lap at her pussy, thrusting his tongue into her cunt.

"Oh!" she cries and he knows she realizes what he meant. What he meant by counting and what he meant by being sorry and, most important, what her punishment will be.

It is a fantasy she had shared with him weeks ago...to be forced to cum over and over...and he wants to give it to her. Give her this gift. A gift for his good, good girl.

"One," she repeats. And he knows she's in.

"Use your safe word if you need to."

"Yes, Sir."

He knows she won't, but he'll watch her and shut down the session if necessary. Until then...

He presses his open mouth against her pussy and grinds his tongue against her clit as she chants "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Her thighs quiver as she cries out "Two!"

He presses a finger into her cunt as he continues to suck on her clit, fucking into her until she convulses around him. He loves that she's so quick to orgasm.

"Three!" His thumb works her clit as he licks the tight rosebud that continues to pucker.

"Oh, fuck, Sir. Keep doing that. Don't stop. You know how much I like it when you play with my ass."

"Yes I do." He moves up to her pussy and she groans. "You know the rules."

"Yes, Sir." Her hips thrust up. "You know what I want and what I need."

"And?"

"And you will give me what I want and what I need. I don't need to tell you."

"Good girl."

Confident that he has trained her well, that she'll obey, he loses himself in her. Loses himself in the heady scent of her pussy, in the dripping sweetness of her cunt. He clamps his open mouth onto her pussy, sucks her clit into his mouth, swirls his tongue around her until she is cumnming again. He rams two fingers into her soaking cunt and fucks into her as he continues to suck.

He stands, shoves the chair away, knocking it over. One hand reaches up to grip one tit and his fingers continue to drill into her and she cries out again. One hand twists a nipple, the other fucks into her greedy cunt, his mouth licks and sucks her clit. Tight muscles throb against his fingers as she cums over and over.

He realizes that she no longer uses words but only pants and moans.

"Oh fuck, baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was enjoying it so much." He kisses her thigh. "So fucking much. You didn't use your safe word."

She rocks her head from side to side and chants. "Nine. Nine. Nine."

"Shall we make it an even ten?"

She arches as much as the ropes allow. "Please!"

He cups both tits in his hands and shoves his hard cock into her cunt, gripping her tits like anchors. She is frantic now, her head rolling from side to side chanting "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!".

He shifts, grabs her knees and rams into her over and over until her cunt spasms, sucking at his cock, pulling at him until he is cumming, unloading deep inside her.

He drapes over her, putting most of his weight on one elbow.

"How do you feel, baby?"

She sighs, shifts her head. Though she is blindfolded, she presses a kiss against his cheek without fumbling.

"Ten."

He chuckles. "Good girl."


*The wendigo is a mythical cannibal monster or evil spirit