Burn

Im on all fours by his desk. He's inserted the vibrating plug into my cunt. he's intermittently touching me, when the mood takes him. I am soaking wet. My knickers are around my ankles, my body vibrates, my chest heaves every time he stroke mes. Its getting hard to stay still.

I hear you get up, come back upstairs, I hear you light up as well and then I feel a scorching burn between the cheeks of my buttocks. I squeal. I assume you've burnt me with a cigarette. It feels that way. I cant work out what you've done. Oh, you've covered me in chilli sauce, some scotch bonnet potion, don't normal people start with tabasco? No normal people don't do this.

Hes laughing at my squeals, poking me, he makes me get up and go upstairs. Walking is agony. He makes me get on my knees, probes my arse with his finger tip. It makes me squeak again and cry. He removes the plug from my cunt, it's dripping, tries to slide it into my bottom. I find it hard to let him. Its a battle. He wins in the end.

He starts to fuck me. God it hurts, chilli has dripped down and my whole groin feels ablaze. A hot horrid heat. I come quickly. We carry on and break.

Then plug out, he's going to fuck my arse. I hate him. For gods sake, why? He slides in easily and begins to screw me long and slow. It burns badly. It fades out. The fuck is endless, we go on and on, I come for him again despite the pain and protestation. I don't know how long we're together for. I know I'm spotlessly clean, twitching, burning, alive for him. He comments later that watching my little hole twitch, flicks his sick and sordid switches.

I know it must feel good, the noises he makes, his gaze is completely vacant. I can feel him popping against the muscle. I know he's close. He releases inside me and its almost cooling. What a horrible thought.

We collapses together on the bed. I take him in my mouth, he tastes like chilli, how bizarre, how divine, he's sweating and spent. Im exhausted and I still burn. It takes hours to fade away, but theres no real damage.