I WANT THIS

I love the look of a sadistic man when he’s beating me and I can see that if not for his tight control on himself, he could destroy me. It’s deliciously terrifying. I love the darkness that flashes across his face and eyes when I say. “Please hurt me”. I love the look in his eyes, that dangerous barely in control look, as with each strike he sees and hears the pain he’s causing me, and wants to hear more, he wants to make me cry. He knows with me, it’s ok to want to hurt me. His cock throbbing at the alternating sounds of my screaming and wimpering with each smack or agonizing twisting of my nipples. He does know, I’m loving every second of this torture. I could stop him with a word. But I don’t. I want to suffer for him. I want him to release all of his demons on my willing flesh. I want him to use all of his anger and frustration at the world, and turn it into passion. Then when he needs to release,I am no longer a person, I’m just his property and he fucks me hard, using me for his pleasure, cumming deep inside me.