He always wins in the end

We played a board game, and by luck of the spinner, or choices, or whatever, I came out better than he did. It's mostly a chance thing rather than skill, and I didn't even win - but I came out better than he did.

Later, after we went to bed and were snuggling:

"You're mine."
"Uh-huh."
"That means I can do whatever I want with you."
"Uh-huh."
"I could beat you up if I want."
"mmhmm."
"I could put you in whatever position I wanted and fuck your brains out."
"mmhmm." I shuddered at the thought.
"Have you been a good girl?"
"Yes." I knew I had been, I hadn't done anything wrong, was completely naked so I couldn't have forgotten to take off my pants, hadn't ignored him at any point. I baked homemade cookies! Of course I'd been good.
"I dunno about that. I seem to recall someone here challenging me and taking all my pieces."
I laughed, "I can't help it if you suck at that game."
"I can," pinching my nipple hard, "and I'm about to show you what I can help."


He got the flogger after a bit of rummaging, during which I'd crossed my arms over my breasts, and he started by flogging my leg. My calf, my thigh, pulling my leg out and stroking my inner thigh with the flogger, then hitting it too. He noticed my arms, and said "What do those arms think they're doing? You think you can get away from me?" I closed my eyes and shook my head. "That's right, you can't." he took each hand and threw it to the bed on either side of me, and flogged my chest and breasts.

"You think you can do whatever you want, but at the end of the day, who's got the flogger, and who's the one being flogged, hm?" I didn't respond, just arched and squirmed each time he hit me. He continued flogging me through the following dialogue.

"Tell me you're sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"Ask me if you can suck my cock."

"Please may I" whack, moan "suck your cock?"

"I dunno.. Why should I let you?"

"You'll.." whack, squeal "like it."

"That's convenient for you," he hit me three times quickly, once on each nipple and once under my breasts "because you'll like it too, won't you?"

Squealing again, "Yes sir."

"Well, I suppose I'll let you.." He laid back, put down the flogger.

He wasn't going to make it easy for me. I positioned myself over him, supported by my hands on either side of his hips, and slid my mouth down onto him, sliding my tongue all around as I did. "Oh yeah, go on you horny cocksucker, take it." he urged me. One of his hands pressed my head down firmly; I heard him open the drawer again with the other, and shivered inside. He grabbed the long flogger and I felt it slap harshly against my ass. I squealed again, around his cock this time. His hand on my head pressed harder and his hips started thrusting up at me.

"You're a good fuck toy, aren't you? You like me fucking your face like this, don't you?" sliding into my throat, waiting, "Oh, that's right, you can't answer me 'cause your face is full of cock." He was pulling my hair, flogging my ass while telling me to suck it. My arms were trembling after a long time of holding myself up like that.

He told me to move, to stop, so he could fuck my pussy. I couldn't do it. He moved up slightly, away from me, and I followed with my mouth, latching hungrily back on to his cock. "You have got one slutty mouth there, don't you?" I grunted a positive around my mouthful, and suddenly his hand was on my throat, and the other on top of my head, squeezing my head and my throat all at once, holding my head tightly. "Well, then, I'll fuck your face since that's what you want so badly." and he held my face like that and thrust into it, making me gag and choke and drool and I had no control over it at all and it was glorious. He stopped, threaded his fingers through my hair close to my scalp, and pulled my head off of him by the hair. I was shuddering uncontrollably, breathing unsteadily and small overwhelmed noises were whooshing out of me with each breath. He held my head against his chest for a moment, asked me if I was all right. I nodded against him.

He left me, to stand at the edge of the bed. He arranged the ramp & wedge in an odd way, told me to get up there. I realized he wanted me to kneel on the edge of the ramp and rest my arms and head on the wedge, after a moment of bewilderment. I slowly obeyed, unsure, concerned I would unbalance the works and topple over the edge. I felt his hands on my ass, rubbing. I backed up a bit more, and felt his cock prodding at my wetness. "Just how wet did you get for me?" he asked me roughly, as he slowly slid his way inside.

"Very fucking wet," I moaned.

"That's a good fuck toy," he whispered, running his hands all over my back and ass, then grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him. He thrust into me with force, over and over, eventually letting go of my hips and letting his hands wander toward my head, which he pushed down over the edge of the wedge and into the bed. He kept talking. The wedge choked me, the mattress smothered me, his hand held me down, his words stroked my brain, and his glorious cock plundered my insides. I screamed into the mattress, or I would have done had I been able to get enough oxygen into my tortured lungs. In truth it was more of gasping pant. He told me what a horny slut I was, how badly I needed him to fuck me after just a day without, as he tangled his hands in my hair and tugged, pulling my head up and back. I inhaled lungfuls of air greedily, moaning in between.

He let my hair go, grasped my hips firmly again, and slid his cock out until just the head rested within my opening. He teased me, tiny thrusts pulling out and pushing in again slightly. I groaned my distress, and tried to push back against him, but he held my hips firmly so that I couldn't. "Is there a problem, fuck toy?"

"Empty." I complained, continuing to try to move back onto him.

"Oh, poor thing." He kept teasing, pushing just enough to open me for him, then withdrawing. "What do you say then?"

"Pleeeease.."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me hard.."

"Oh, is that what you want? I can do that." and he pulled my hips back toward him and slammed into me, over and over and over. Forever, it seemed like. He told me I was a good little slut, his sweet horny cocksucker, on and on and he controlled my movements and I just moaned and gasped. He started long slow strokes toward the end and I gasped and murmured something about how good that felt.. he kept on like that until he buried himself balls-deep in me and erupted with a moan.

He collapsed on me, then asked me through my panting and shuddering if I thought I could move for him to hold me. I shuddered in response, but somehow got down off my platform and back onto the bed. He held me close against him and I shuddered and humped in his general direction. "Aww, you're still all wound up, aren't you? How would you like a big fat butt plug in your ass?"

My headspace was floaty, agree to anything. I said I would like that very much. Then when I felt him actually pushing it against my ass, I wondered what on earth I had agreed to. "Your ass wants it baby, come on.." it took forever to get it in there, but then it was. Then he stroked and talked me to orgasm, while I felt all used up.

"So full." I kept whispering.

"You like being full, you like being touched," he finally told me, "so stop complaining already."

After my orgasm, he removed the plug slowly and with caution, as I was squirming and moaning and very, very sensitive. "Good girl." he whispered against my hair, holding me close and stroking my head and back. "Such a good, sweet girl."

I guess we both win.