You call me by the special name you have for me and it makes me instantly wet. You can always do that to me; light up my body with desire just by the sound of your voice.

You know exactly how you affect me as you chuckle and step up behind me, your hand immediately going between my thighs. No need to ask; you know it's yours and you just take it; anytime, anywhere.

I moan with desire and stick my ass out towards you, just to show you how much I want and need, how ready I am for you. Your fingers push the crotch of my panties aside and a finger delves into my sopping wet slit.

"Mmm my ever-ready slut," you growl with appreciation before pushing me over the counter and spreading my legs with your knee. You don’t bother wasting time as you pull forcefully on my panties.

I hear the rustle of fabric as you push down your pants and boxers; and then I feel it. The tip of your delicious hard cock poised at my entrance. I gulp, the anticipation a torture. I can't explain why you make me feel like this but I do; I feel like I would do anything just to make you cum, just so you'll use my body for your pleasure.

"Do you want it?" you ask me, your controlled voice not fooling me though.

"I do so much," I breathe out and try to push back onto you.

"Oh no you don't." Your hands grip me tight and stop my movements. "If you want it then beg for it slut."

I know you love it when I beg and I'm willing to beg for it; I'm so fucking good at begging.

"Please master, please fuck your dirty, cum hungry lil' slut..."

You growl at my word, a deep guttural sound, and my insides clench in response.

The moment you slam into me I squeal. The feeling of you filling me so forcefully is intense beyond description. I want you, I need you. I want it to hurt so fucking good; and I know it will.

You start moving inside me and it's not slow or gentle. Each thrust so powerful my body presses into the counter. One hand holding my hip, the other taking hold of my hair by the roots, making me arch my back and push back onto you, building up a rhythm of hard, deep thrusts that drive me wild.

I'm so tight around you, each time you slam in I can feel my inner walls stretching and molding to you. I love the feeling, my pussy reluctant to let go. I'm so wet that it leaks out of my pussy each time you pull out.

Our sounds are so obscene; flesh on flesh, wet squelching, my incoherent moans, your growls and our combined heavy breathing.

You fuck me on and on, not letting up on the intensity, my head beginning to spin, your hand on my hip, leaving a bruise. You lean over me and bite my shoulder, making me scream. You let go of my hair and move your hand to my clit, lightly slapping it.

I buck under you, the rush running through me. You tease my clit over and over, your thrusts getting faster. I feel so sensitized, every nerve ending on edge. I know from the speed of your thrusts and the way you suddenly feel larger inside me that you are close, and so am I.

"Do you like it my slut?" your voice is deep and strained in my ear, "do you like how I fuck you?"

It's hard to formulate an answer in words that will describe I love it, so I just mewl and clench my inner muscles in response.

"Shit that's good," you growl at me and pinch my clit.

I scream and my insides spasm, clenching and unclenching around you, trying to suck you in and keep you there. I'm holding myself back with the last little willpower, waiting for your words, waiting for you to let me cum and it's like you can read my mind.

"Cum with me; cum for me my gorgeous little plaything," you whisper in my ear as you lean over me and thrust hard.

Your words make me come undone; that name drives me wild and sends me over the edge, taking you with me. My body exploding in fireworks as you bury yourself deep in me and fill me with your cum.

I am your little plaything.