You own me

I think you always will. In many ways that excites me and in many ways it terrifies me. I know deep down that our relationship is wrong, but that makes me want it even more, want you even more. I'm such a bad girl, but you love it so much...

It started all those years ago. I was so young. I can still remember the first time you ventured your hands into my pants. I still remember when your fingers explored my tight little virgin pussy. I loved it so much. That's when you took control. That's when you took me as yours. I remember the first time I took you in my hand and then you gently pushed on the back of head, guiding my mouth onto your hard cock in the seat of your truck. I loved it. It felt so good in my mouth. Your precum tasted to good. I loved the way you smelled, the way you responded as I changed my movements, the moans and gasps that came from your mouth. You taught me what was good based on how your wonderful cock grew harder with each stoke. You owned me. You still do.

And today, nearly 20 years later you call me and say "Meet me now." What do I do? I practically race to you to play a game we've never played before. Today we played a very bad game. A game where we took things to extremes. I was your bad little girl. You forced your hard cock inside of my sweet little pussy again only this time with me fighting you and pretending I didn't want it. You pulled my hair and spanked my ass and all the time I begged you to stop. I begged forgiveness for being a bad girl and you punished me by treating me like the whore that I am. You were rough with me. I have the marks as a reminder. I love it. I was so wet and I came harder than I think I ever have before. Now, hours later, I'm sitting at my desk and I feel the moisture between my legs again...