A good girl's attempt at disobedience [D/s] [Oral] [Cock Appreciation] [face fucking] [submission]

She knelt on the floor with her eyes downcast. She was, as she was at the beginning of all of their scenes, naked before him—naked and on her knees. There was an indescribable feeling when she knelt at his feet. It felt natural and comfortable—like pulling on your favorite soft hoodie on a crisp morning—usually. Today felt different, though. She felt at home still, but something else was pulsing beneath it—something wicked and defiant.

"Crawl to me princess"

His voice was deep and steady. So calm he almost sounded bored. "oh we'll fix that", she thought to herself the corner of her lips just barely lifting into a mischievous smile. Visions of sliding her tongue up the shaft of his cock and the sounds of his accompanying moans filled her imagination. She began to crawl across the floor towards him. She made the movements exaggerated and languid, ensuring her back arched and her ass was in the air as much as possible. He unbuttoned and removed his shirt and sat it on the side table next to him. He took his belt off and placed it on top of his shirt. These movements were easy and unrushed. He never took his eyes off of the body and when she arrived before him and returned to her knees, she saw his hard shaft was straining against the fabric of his pants. A quick flash of a smile crossed her face. It was so easy to turn his lust for her against him. To redefine the boundary of power between them. After all, how could he be in full control when she was about to make his knees weak for her?

"May I please?" she asked sweetly, grinning up at him. It wasn't really a question. She had his consent but was only barely asking for his permission.

"Yes"

She reached up unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper carefully. She pulled down his pants along with his underwear and paused for a second while he stepped out of them and pushed them to the side. She paused to admire the dick before her. She loved his cock. She loved the way it was so rigid and hard and could pound her pussy with such ferocity that she was left damn near the brink of tears and yet when she ran the head across her lip, the skin was also soft and velvety. She loved its reactivity. How she could take it from soft to pulsating in mere moments with her tongue. She loved the size of it. How its length and girth seemed to correspond so perfectly with the pleasurable places inside of her. How one hard thrust could force a breathy gasp from her lips.

She took him in her hand, running her fingers lightly down his shaft before gently grasping him and bringing him to her lips. She started slowly. Gently. Taking only the head in her mouth. Running her lips from the edge of his head to the top, licking the precum that had glistened there. She took her tongue and licked upward on his frenulum a couple of times. The second stroke elicited a small moan from her and she smiled internally.

She began to pick up speed and depth. First just lighter sucking on the head then sucking harder as she took more of him into her mouth. She stopped two-thirds of the way down his shaft. She took her time here. Varying her speed and suction in response to his sounds. She felt her pussy growing wet while she worked him. She wasn't done though. She relaxed her throat to admit more of him and took him into her mouth fully until her lips were pressed into his pelvis, moaning deeply. Sometimes when she blew him, he would first place a wand between her legs. The rule was that she was not allowed to cum unless her lips were here. It was one of her favorite rules and had trained her brain to love kissing him there while his cock forced its way down her throat. When she took him slowly like this, she didn't gag. Not yet. She was enjoying playing with him too much and she knew how much he loved that sound. She went to pull back on him. To tease his tip mercilessly before swallowing him again. She pulled back maybe half an inch when she felt resistance at the back of her skull. His belt. Clever.

While she was distracted with thoughts of how best to torment him, he picked up his belt from the side table. He now held it doubled over with one side of each end in each hand. The leather of the belt was pressed into her hair at the back of her head. With one move, her delusions of power and control evaporated. He used to belt to force his cock down her throat over and over. She couldn't help but gag now as she tried to relax her throat to accommodate the size of him. Tears ran down her face and saliva dripped from her chin as he used her mouth as his own personal fuck toy. The only thing she could think about at all was trying to time her gasps for air to the thrust of his hips. She had no mental space left for thoughts of power now. Besides, the delicious soreness of him beginning to bruise the back of her throat was a more than ample reminder of who her body belonged to. All of her holes were His to use when and how He saw fit. She felt her full submission click into place as she stepped into the edge of her subspace while He used the belt as leverage to forcefully fuck her face. She was just a hole now. A little cumdump for Him to fill.

And when He was through with her throat, He slackened the belt enough to allow her to pull back and suck His cock once more until He filled her mouth with the hot spurts of His cum. She swallowed eagerly, carefully sucking out every drop before slowly releasing Him and falling back to her knees. She could feel her own wetness on her thighs as her pussy throbbed begging to be touched. She was so needy and wet and would do anything He asked.

"You want to cum don't you princess?", He asked her.

"Yes....please! Sir!! Please, please let me cum Sir?", she begged.

"Mmmm. We're going to beat the rest of that attitude out of your first", He replied.

A grin broke out across her face. There was no mischief this time. Just the sheer joy of having been caught in her hijinks.

"What? You didn't think I noticed the little devil in your eye from the moment you walked in? Not to mention the irritability the past few days, the increase in self-doubt...." His hand cupped her cheek and He tilted her head back so He could look her in the eyes. "...the not saying very nice things about my sexy little slut. Oh yeah. It's time for an adjustment".

He knew. Of course, He knew. He knew she was trying to be a brat. And He knew more than she had even immediately recognized. Whereas she thought she had just woken up feeling feisty that morning, He knew it was deeper. And He was right. She was overdue for her beating. She could tell by the immense feeling of relief she felt coursing through her knowing that it was coming up next. She looked up at Him happily as he extended a hand to help her up off of her knees.

"Thank you" was all she had left to say.