Tell me you belong to me

My name is Sage and i learned how to belong to him...

I was in the car, in the garage, and he was fucking me from behind while I was tied down. The pain was so intense it made my back arch up off the seat, but then he would slam into me again and I'd go flying back down on
the leather, feeling every vein pop out of my neck and face as the rope bit harder into my wrists each time.

He fucked me like that for what seemed like hours before finally pulling out and untying me. As soon as he released me I flew at him, growling and snarling in a way I'd never experienced before. He didn't seem the least
bit intimidated or afraid of me. In fact, his cock stood hard and tall, beading at the tip with my juices.

"Like that, huh?" he asked, wrapping an arm around my waist to steady himself as I continued to buck against him. "That's what you like? To be owned, to belong to me?"

He leaned down and licked his palm clean of my essence before bringing it up to my lips and moaning when I eagerly sucked on his fingers, wanting more. "You do belong to me, Sage," he whispered against my ear as he brought a hand between us, rubbing at the aching heat in my core. "And tonight we're going to celebrate that."

Before I could even react he had lifted me up so that I was sitting on top of him and slid his hard length back inside me, burying himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust that made me gasp out a moan. He began to move slowly against me at first, long strokes that soon became fast and demanding as he fucked me harder than I'd ever been fucked in my life.

I could feel him getting closer, sense the impending release, but before it came I felt something cold and hard pressed against my hip. Startled, I looked down to see a large kitchen knife in his free hand. He lifted it high above me, his other arm braced on the back of the couch as he held me steady.

"Say you belong to me," he growled into my ear. "Tell me you're mine."

Something about this new twist sent a thrill running through me, and I found myself nodding eagerly. "I'm yours," I whispered, my eyes wide with desire. "Please..."

My master smiled before lowering the knife until it pressed against the tender skin of my inner thigh, just above where his cock was buried deep inside me. As he began to move faster, fucking me harder with long, powerful thrusts, I arched my back and cried out as he slid the blade over my flesh. It barely broke the surface, but it was enough to send shivers racing down my spine and add a new layer of intensity to our coupling.

He pumped into me relentlessly, his breath hot against my neck as he growled and moaned with every thrust. The knife moved in time with him, sliding over and over my thigh until I felt like I was being sliced open, and yet it only seemed to make things better somehow.

"Mine," he groaned out as his hips began to jerk wildly against me. "My filthy little slut."

And then he came, thrusting into me hard one final time before collapsing back against the couch with a shudder of release as I felt his hot seed spill deep inside me. As his orgasm ebbed away he lowered the knife from my thigh and tossed it aside before pulling out and rolling onto his back, taking long, steadying breaths.

"Rest now," he said softly, cupping my cheek with one rough hand. "We have much to do tomorrow."

I didn't want to sleep. I was still so full of desire that it ached, but exhaustion won out and I eventually drifted off, only to be jostled awake a short time later when he gripped my shoulder roughly and growled, "Wake
up!"

My eyes flew open and I saw him looming over me, his face twisted in what looked like anger. "Get your clothes on," he ordered gruffly. "We're going for a drive."

"Where?" I managed to croak out as I struggled into my dress.
He smiled then, but it wasn't pleasant. "To get you what you truly belong in."

He smiled then, but it wasn't pleasant. "To get you what you truly belong in." The word sent a shiver down my spine as he led me out to his car and opened the door for me.

"Where exactly do I belong?" I asked as I slid into the passenger seat.
He climbed in behind the wheel and started the engine before looking over at me and saying, "In my bed, wearing my collar."

I felt a thrill run through me at his words, but then immediately wondered how this was going to work. He'd been so rough with me that night, making it clear I belonged to him in the most physical sense possible. But what about now? Were we in some sort of master/slave relationship for life? Did he expect me to live with him?

As if sensing my confusion and trepidation, he reached over and took my hand in his. "Don't worry," he said softly. "We'll get there eventually. But first..." He glanced out the window as he turned on the car radio,
setting it to a station I didn't recognize. The music was fast and loud, completely unlike anything I'd ever heard before. "...I think you should meet someone."

He pressed play, and then leaned back in his seat with a contented sigh as we began to drive. "You're about to get an education in the lifestyle I lead, Sage," he explained with a grin. "And tonight, you begin by meeting my friend..."

The music swelled, drowning out his words and replacing them with a rhythmic beat that seemed to throb through me like heartbeats on steroids. As the car pulled away from the curb I closed my eyes, allowing the strange new sounds and sensations to wash over me as I prepared for whatever came next.

The rest of the evening was a blur of clubs, bars, and back rooms filled with people engaged in all manner of erotic behavior. Some of it was too intense for me to handle, but my master seemed to know exactly what I needed.

He guided me through each new experience with gentle words and firm hands, always making sure that I felt safe and wanted and completely owned by him.

By the time we finally returned home, exhaustion had claimed me and I barely registered as he led me upstairs and into his bedroom. He undressed me slowly, his touch featherlight against my skin, and then slid a collar around my neck before fastening it closed with a click.

"This belonged to my last pet," he explained as he crawled into bed beside me. "But you'll look just as pretty in it."

I didn't say anything, not trusting myself to speak. I felt so...full somehow. Full of him and his touch and the lifestyle that he was showing me. As he spooned up behind me, one strong arm wrapping around my waist and his cock pressed against my ass, it occurred to me that maybe this was what I'd been looking for all along. Maybe I did belong with him, in his bed wearing his collar.

He began to rub at my clit through the thin fabric of my panties, his hips moving rhythmically against my ass as he brought himself closer and closer to release. The sensation felt so good I arched my back into him, wanting
more. "Please..." I moaned out, not sure what I was begging for but needing it anyway.

His free hand slid up beneath the collar to caress at my breast before cupping it roughly, squeezing until I cried out in pleasure. "You belong to me," he growled into my ear as his pace quickened, sending him closer and closer to the edge. "And tonight you're going to learn what that means."

He brought one hand between us, slipping a finger through my wet panties and pressing against my aching need before pushing it back inside me, crooking it so that it hit my G-spot perfectly. I cried out as the pleasure built up inside me, the sensation of him filling me with his fingers while he continued to rub at my clit driving me wild.

"Say you're mine," he groaned, his hand moving faster and harder against me as he fucked his own hand. "Tell me you belong to me."

"I'm yours," I moaned, my voice shaking with desire. "Please...I belong to you..." The words sent a thrill racing through me, and with them came an awareness of something deeper, stronger than the physical connection we shared. It was as if he were part of me now, like his essence had seeped into my very soul and claimed it as his own. And in that moment, I realized that no matter what happened next, no matter where our
relationship went from here...I belonged to him, just as much as he belonged to me.