You comply almost immediately, standing up and pulling off the panties before crawling up onto the bed and raising your ass in the air, legs spread and hands squeezed tight in front of you.

Your ears perk up at the sound of Patrick taking off his belt, anticipation settling in your stomach. You know what's next. It's routine. Always has been.

Patrick comes up behind you, hands on your hips making you jump, but the initial fear eventually fades as his calloused hands begin running down your ass. They disappear for a second, then return, slapping the already bruised skin for good measure and making you cry out in pain.

He doesn't say a word as he grabs lube from the bedside table and coats a finger in the gel, then presses a thumb into your ass, hooking the finger to the rim and rolling it inside, watching you buck back for more.

"Steady," he says, "don't get too eager or I'll have to teach you another lesson in patience."

You stiffen up at that. Remembering how he had you me kneel as he pleasured himself and told you, you couldn't helpn. You remember how worthless you felt but how amazing that feeling was. At the time it had been bad, though.

"Yes, Master," you reply, keeping your hips forward as he lubes up his other fingers and begins pressing in his middle finger, watching your face contort beautifully at the feeling as you arch your back.

Patrick keeps that finger in, pressing it in and out slowly before continuing with his ring finger, working up a manageable pace and eventually hitting your prostate.

"Oh, shit, Sir!" You yelp, burying your head into the sheets soon after to muffle your moans as he steadies your hips and fucks your with just two fingers, blond hair sweaty and green eyes filled with lust.

"You think you could cum from just this? My fingers pounding that pretty little ass, Slave?" Patrick growls.

You reply as best as you can because you're so brain dead you can't do anything but agree, "Yes, Master."

"Yeah?" Patrick asks, "What if I didn't fuck you? And all that begging went to waste?"

"N-no, Sir, please," you whine, panicking slightly, "I really need you to fuck me, please!"

Patrick adds a third finger and watches as you clench the bedding with your hands, arching your back.

"Good boy," he breathes, "is that good enough?"

"Yes, Sir," you reply. Patrick pulls his fingers out slowly, then grabs a condom from the table and rolls it on himself, lubing his cock not long after and you can feel his shirt brushing against your back.

He's always been self-conscious about his body, even after he lost all the weight and he always refuses to take it off, no matter how much you want to help him. His insecurities always get the best of him. Even when you both started the relationship, he made it a hard rule that his shirt never ever comes off. You don't even think you've ever seen his bare chest and it saddens you. But you've gotten used to it over the years.

Your thoughts are taken from that as he begins to press in, his tip entering followed soon after by his base, all the way to his hips and he keeps still once he gets there, hands massaging your hips softly.

"Fuck." You breathe, feeling him deep inside you, his tip brushing over your prostate. Patrick doesn't say a word, just stays for a while, waiting for you adjust. The burn eventually fades to a small buzz and only then do you nod to your dom to continue.

Patrick grabs the tie from around his neck, untying it and placing the fabric into your mouth instead so he has the ends in his hand. With that done, he begins rolling his hips against yours, then properly thrusts, thighs against thighs as his cock moves into your ass and back out.

"Oh, Sir," you moan, muffled through the gag as Patrick begins to speed up, pressing the hand with the tie to your back and steadying your hips with the other while you press back and clench the sheets submissively.

You feel him change his angle and it takes about 5 different tries before he finally finds your prostate and sends your legs sprawling out, a muffled cry emitting from your throat.

"That feel good, Baby Boy?" He asks, hand creeping forward and beginning to jerk you off in slow strokes, spreading the precum.

You only whimper and shake under him, legs trembling and muscles clenching as each thrust sends you closer and closer to the edge but you still know you're farther off than Patrick.

"Clench, Love," Patrick orders and you immediately comply, clenching around him and feeling him groan out at the feeling, "Gonna cum."

You squeeze your eyes shut and feel him let go of the gag before pressing you into the bed by the back of your neck and spilling into the condom, crying out harshly.

Once he's done, he pulls out, making you whimper at the emptiness and lack of stimulation but it's not long before he's turning you over and watching over your body, grabbing the tie and wrapping it around his hand before going down on you.

You cry out, lacing your fingers in his hair as he chokes you down, pressing your thighs around his neck and continuing to suck you down. His hands hold onto your hips, bruising the pale skin into dark purple marks.

Eventually he pulls off and looks up at you, watching your head throw back in pleasure.

With one last slurp of his mouth on your cock, you come down his throat, legs tightening and a back arching and hands squeezing his hair.

"Fuck, Patrick," you pant, slowly untangling your legs and fingers from the man. He crawls over you and attaches your lips to his, parting them so the cum spills into your mouth and you almost gag at the taste.

Patrick pulls back and presses a finger below your jaw, keeping it shut, "Swallow like a good cockslut."

You comply, looking right into his eyes with an innocent look until he smiles, pleased.

"You did so fucking good, Baby Boy."

You smile up at him and with one last kiss, he lays beside you, pulling the blankets around you.

"I love you, Baby."

"Love you, too."