This is how it goes. 

 

This is how it starts. 

 

I can hear you growling at me.  I can see you staring.  It’s that intense kind of look that you get that almost destroys me.  You’re stroking your beard and you’re growling again.  You know what that combination does to me.  I love the way you stare at me.  Your eyes are captivating.  I can’t move. 

 

You step forward and suddenly your hand is in my hair pulling it tightly as you curl it around your fist.  You force me to my knees and I bite into my lip.  A soft wince breaks through the silence of this room as my knees connect with the cold floor beneath me.  An almost twisted smile curls your lips and I know what we’re doing.  We’ve played this game before. 

 

I won’t feign reluctance.  You’ll almost wish I would.  I’ll make tiny quiet noises of discomfort until you’ve decided I need to be louder.  I’ll spit and I’ll scratch.  You’ll slap and you’ll command.  I’ll moan.  I’ll become so intensely aroused I’ll be of almost no use to you. 

 

But you, you will use me anyway and I, I will adore it.

 

The lights are on and almost blinding.  You stand towering over me and I have to lean back hissing through gritted teeth as your hand holds onto my hair tighter. 

 

I can finally look up into your eyes. There’s no hint of that familiar playfulness there.  No mischief dancing within the bright pools.  Something darker, something more sinister and at the same time something so heartwarming.  It’s animal. It’s lust.  It’s the look you get when you feel that unyielding all-consuming need to possess.

 

For a fleeting moment your face softens, the air becomes lighter and your fingertips stroke my cheek.  The calluses on your fingers from years of guitar playing rake lightly across my skin and a soft purr rolls from my throat.  At that one sound your demeanor changes again back to your imposing stance and your fingers have moved from my skin. 

 

The predatory look in your eyes matches the smile that curls your lips.  Both in place as if to say “Run.  I dare you.”

 

Your free hand moves down to take one of mine and moves it in place in front of your belt buckle.  You’re not going to do it yourself.  You’re going to stare at me until I do. 

 

I won’t relent.  Not yet.  I want to see all of you.  You know I love every inch of you.  I want to see your entire body.  It’s selfish and it’s demanding but that’s something that you can’t resist in me.  Somehow I can still make demands and do so without stomping my feet. 

 

I want to see you.  All of you. 

 

Your fingers find the hem of your shirt and you take your time.  I hate you when you do this.  I want to scream at you and you know this.  You see me growing frustrated and you lift your shirt inch by inch. 

 

A growl escapes me before I can bite it back.  I see the flash in your eyes.  I know that now you’re toying with the idea of giving me what I want and removing your shirt or putting it back down and giving me that look that will leave me kneeling at your feet in silent submission. 

 

I look up into your eyes and pout pathetically just the way you like.  You flash me that smile, the one that’s playful and predatory before you pull your shirt off completely and drop it to the ground.  I smile up at you and almost bat my lashes in thanks. 

 

I know you don’t want me to say a word or make a sound.  My fingers curl around your belt buckle and I use the cold steel to pull you closer.  I bite my lip to keep any sound from escaping me as you move under the lights.  I feel like all I can see, hear and feel is you.  Almost as though there’s no floor beneath me, no walls around us and no ceiling above. 

 

This is my favorite part. 

 

The time I mentally dance along the timeframe you’re willing to wait.  Another second just to look at you, to drink you in.  You encompass all of my senses and I battle against every fiber of my being telling me to touch myself right here at your feet. 

 

You shift slightly in front of me pulling your hips back and I know you’re getting impatient.  You won’t wait much longer.  Just another second I plead with you in my head.  I know it’s no use. You roll your fist over slightly and it pulls tighter on my hair.  You don’t care what I want now.

 

I hiss slightly and then I reach up with tentative hands and undo your belt.  I remove it from your pants entirely.  For a second I want to put it between my teeth and just hold it there.  However that would bring about another activity and one you are not in the mood for so I let it fall to the ground by your shirt. 

 

Once again my hands find their way to your hips and begin to pull at your zipper.   You shake your head pretending to be disappointed.  With a sigh, you pull tightly on my hair and I wince. 

 

You pull me up higher on my knees so my mouth is level with your crotch.  You laugh softly and continue to use my hair to steer my head to the position you want it. 

 

It’s driving me crazy.

 

You pull my face barely an inch from your crotch and look down at me with a raised eyebrow.  I know what you want and I comply.  I lean in closer and flick the tip of my tongue over your zipper and catch the cold tiny piece of metal between my teeth.  I tilt my head back just enough to see you smile and then I drag your zipper down until it’s completely opened. 

 

My fingers find the button holding your pants in place over your hips and I undo that too.  My hands drop just slightly and my fingertips creep into your pockets using them to slowly pull your pants down and then fall to the floor.

 

I moan softly as I see your hardness straining against your underwear.  You smile for a second and then curl your fist again.  I can feel your hand on the back of my head holding it in place and then guiding it closer to you as you use your other hand to push your underwear down. 

 

Your cock springs free and I sigh not out of boredom not even in wistfulness just because my mind can think of nothing else.  No sound, no word to tell my mouth to make. 

 

I stare at it for a moment, mesmerized by it.  I bite into my lip and before I can stop myself my mouth is opening as I lean forward.  My tongue slips past my lips and suddenly the tip is sliding along your length over every inch vein and ridge in your cock. 

 

My eyes close at the first taste and my hips push forward slightly as the heat spreads throughout my body.  Your body stiffens slightly as my tongue trails over your length.  I smile and continue to lick back down your length.  I press one gentle kiss to the head of your cock and then it’s between my lips. 

 

I suck gently looking up at you from under my lashes waiting for you to respond.  You push your hips forward pushing yourself deeper into my mouth making me aware that this is not an intimate act today.  I’m here for your pleasure to be used as you see fit. 

 

I am your receptacle. 

 

My eyes begin to water as my mouth opens wider breathing steadily through my nose as you begin forcing more and more of your length into my mouth.  The head of your cock hits the back of my throat.  I make that sound you like.  Not quite a gagging sound, not quite a whimper something weak and in between. 

 

The tears well in my eyes as you begin to thrust in and out of my mouth every time forcing yourself a little deeper.  One hand twisted in my hair the other resting against my cheek holding my jaw in place.  I attempt to swallow as you continue your assault on my mouth.  I can’t and I knew this before I even attempted to. 

 

I try to pull back from you to catch my breath properly and I hiss as your hand slaps my cheek.  Once more your length is sliding down my throat.  My head held firmly in place as I scratch at your stomach and your hips.  My throat feels tight and the tears are running down my cheek as your palm connects with it again. 

 

“Stay still” you growl between sharp breaths.  Your voice is deep and gravelly and it washes over me and I can’t help it.  I sit completely still.  My nails cease trailing over your skin. 

 

I tip my head back just enough for you to be able to see the tears spilling down my cheeks.  You stroke the pad of your thumb over my cheek and wipe away a tear. 

 

“You’re beautiful when you cry.”

 

I growl to the best of my ability as you thrust roughly into my mouth again.  I shift slightly on my knees in an attempt to slow the pace.  It doesn’t work.  You thrust in and out of my mouth continuously a growl escaping you as I crane my neck just enough to cause my teeth to rake over your length. 

 

I’ve never seen that look in your eyes before.  I know that hurt you.  I smile slightly with my lips still wrapped around you.  You know if you slap me right now my teeth will graze hard over your length. 

 

I can’t help but pull back and flick the tip of my tongue over the head of your cock with a soft giggle.  This power feels a little different.  I’m not sure if I like but just for you I won’t even question it. 

 

Flashing another mischievous grin I slide my wet hot mouth over your length and I hum softly the lowest tune I can possibly think of as one hand drops from your hips to gently cup your balls. 

 

My tongue is pressed flat to the underside of your shaft.  Every so often I curl it upward pushing the tip firmly against the delicate skin there.  All the while humming that low tune.  Sending steadily growing waves of vibrations through your length. 

 

I look up at you from under my lashes again still with the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.  You’ve had enough.  You remove your hand from my hair and every single part of you stiffens.  I can tell you’ve clenched your jaw. 

 

I will take this as a victory even as your hands move over my face and clasp my cheeks.  You speak softly.  “Open. Your. Mouth.”  Your words are slow and deliberate.  “Now.”

 

Once more I tip my head back and open my mouth complying with your demand.  You just look at me for a moment deciding what to do.  Your short nails rake over my cheeks as you curl your fingertips.  I wince softly and stare up at you through narrowed eyes. 

 

You laugh down at me.  “Oh you don’t like that do we?”  I sit on my knees and glare at you.  It makes you smile wide.  “You.  You little slut.  You brought this on yourself.”

 

With that your fingers flatten against my flushed cheeks.  My head is still swimming from you calling me a slut and suddenly I’m snapped back to reality as you take control of my face and my head forcing your entire length back into my mouth and down my throat. 

 

I gag at the forcefulness of that single thrust.  You push my head back and the lights show my saliva coating your cock.  You leave the head of your cock against my lips and even though I’m still catching my breath I can’t help it I move my lips back over you. 

 

Taking the head back between my lips and sucking slow and hard.  In the same instant the pad of my thumb moves over that soft patch beneath your balls and breathes you in. 

 

I love your scent.  I know you’re close.  I pull back slowly and tip my head to let my teeth graze over the curve of the head of your cock.  You let out that guttural growl mixed with a groan again and I have to close my eyes for just a moment. 

 

That sound it hypnotizes me. 

 

I lose my focus and once more you’re pulling my head back from you from the thing I want most.  I know this is supposed to be about your pleasure but it’s driving me crazy. 

 

You know it. 

 

You love it. 

 

Long thin lines of my saliva stretch from your cock to my lips and then they fall severing that connection.

 

“You don’t learn.”  You mutter down at me and then your hand slips from my cheek and you slap my cheek with your cock. 

 

I let out a little moan and my eyes close again.  Your hand finds its hold on my cheek again and once more you’re forcing your length down my throat. 

 

You don’t stop this time.  You don’t relent and you don’t give in not for a second.  Constantly forcing yourself into my mouth as far down my throat as I can handle.  The tears well in my eyes and I will them not to fall.  I can’t stop them.  With my head tilted back at this angle.  Just enough I can look into your eyes and you can look into mine. 

 

I see your pupils dilate as I kneel at your feet.  I feel like I could come undone.  You can see it in my eyes even as tears spill down my cheeks and over your hands.  You moan loudly and I know my tears on your skin falling without of control is what has gotten you there. 

 

You begin to thrust a little more shallowly in and out of my mouth quickening your pace.  Your fingers curl against my cheeks again and I feel that familiar twitch.  My hand drops from your balls and I drag my long nails down the length of your inner thigh.  Clawing at your skin to slow you.  It only makes you increase this assault. 

 

My other hand finds its way between my legs and drops instinctively to my clitoris.  My fingertips and nails manipulate it as you continue to fuck my mouth. 

 

You shudder.  Your entire body shudders and then as you force my head back until the head of your cock remains resting against my lips.  My mouth still open your hands fall to your sides and you come undone. 

 

Your hot come flows free.  Some falls between my lips into my waiting mouth.  Spurt after spurt streams from you.  Until you finish and look down at me with a smile as I lick over my lips drawing your come into my mouth and swallowing it with a soft moan.  

 

The remnant on my cheeks slowly drips down sliding down my neck and pools between my breasts.  I scoop some up with a fingertip and lick it clean. 

 

The smile never leaving my lips. 

 

My eyes never leaving yours. 

 

I am Your receptacle.