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"Your not supposed to be here."

"And your supposed to be in the bed where I left you, However here you stand. Evidently I didn't tire you enough that your still standing. I'll rectify that, Let's go."

"I'm not in the mood."

Khaliq rubbed his fingers across his temple and took a breath before staring out into the ocean.

It was getting dark. The waves crashing closer to the house he had rented for the weekend. The sand was bare no other individual's footprints as it was a private beach.

It was maintained and cleaned by the owners before each rental so the only footsteps that could be found were theirs to and from the property's back porch.

Madison was sitting on the sand her toes buried in the warm grains looking up at him. Even when she was annoyed with him his presence made her squirm.

He wasn't even looking at her when he began to speak but she felt like he was aware of every movement she made.

"Get in the house. We'll talk and communicate like adults and work from there."

"No."

He sighed, one eyebrow twitching. He had warned her before they came that open communication was essential for what she wanted. He expressed thoroughly the ramification's that could be presented with blatant dismissal of his directions.

"Understand that what plays out is entirely your reasonability. Understand I will not stop until I feel you have completely understood my lesson or until you voice your safe place or word. understood?"

She didn't respond deciding to glare at him instead. He already proved to her he wasn't capable of what she needed. His eyebrow raised when she didn't respond and he looked down a hopeful stare that she would. She didn't .

He had came out no shirt or shoes just a pair of shorts. She could see from the spring dark hair trailing from his stomach to his pelvis he hadn't thrown on boxers to look for her.

He kneeled next to her gazing across her t-shirt covered body and lace underwear. Sand cushioned beneath the roundness of her cheeks.

His hand was around her throat pushing her so she lay flat on her back. Her hands raised towards his on her throat.

"Raise them now."

She stared blankly at him. Not touching him but also not following his direction, again.

He used his unoccupied hand to grasp the hard nipp!e beneath her shirt pulling and pinching.

She started to move her hands towards her breast to cover them and he pinched harshly. Her eyes widened and she let out a small moan before she could help it. She lasted a few more moments before raising her arms above her head letting them fall into the sand.

He released her nipp1e and throat and began to pull her shirt up and over her head throwing it away from them.

He gazed at her chest both nipp!es hard and tempting him to taste but this lesson was not for his pleasure. He glanced at her his tone clear when he spoke.

"Do not move Madison."

His eyes left her and he leaned on his side. One arm propping him up the other lazily gliding on her belly.

"Why did you leave the bed, when I was very sure to tell you prior to leaving not to?"

She didn't answer. His finger flowed back up to her nipp!es gripping one and then the other repeatly pulling and pinching them. When they became swollen and puffy he lifted a hand and swiftly splapped one of her swollen buds.

She gasped but did not respond. He went back to pulling and pinching, a few moments later again he slapped a swollen bud.

Without pause he continued to slap, pull and pintch them over and over. He seemed in no rush or impatience as he repeated these motions over and over. Madison however was digging her feet into the sand, hands over her head gripping the soft grains that contined to fall through her fingers and her gasps had turned into outright burst of short crys. Her stomach heaving , legs pressed together wanted him to stop but keep going all together. The slaps on her swollen tissues began to become to instense to enjoy and she finally broke with a strained voice.

"You.. you promised !"

His hand ceased as her words, they instead began to soothe and massage her nipp1es as she spoke.

"You promised... that you would try to be more rough with me. That you would be more domiant and increase our play together. That we would try this weekend and talk about what I needed. That we wouldn't stop until I gave you the safeword. But you haven't. You have been doing what you've always done. Waiting on me hand and foot. Doing everything for me, you don't require me to do anything for you except breath and exsist. You made love to me back there. I don't want wnt your love right now, I want you to fu^k me and let me service you. Thats...thats what I want."

He continued to massage processing her words. In a essense she was correct. It was an internl dialouge he had been having from the moment she propositioned it to him.

When he took to long to speak her arms began to move, he looked up at her , his hands never stopped their motions. Whatever she saw there made her stay still arms above her head.

He looked out towards the water and continued to stare. He waited for her to lose her patience again as he knew she would and his hand gripped her nipple harshly. She gasped in surprise her eyes rolling back and felt herself moisten between her thighs.

"You dont respect me." He finally spoke.

Her eyes opened staring at him.

"Wh.."

"Quiet."

He waited a moment before speaking again. His hand released the grip on her puckered tissue soothing it again.

"You do not respect me. I can not direct or dominate you under those conditions.

In these few minutes we have been out here you have blatantly disregarded every directive I've given. Even previous ones given prior to today .You are impatient,

Purposely forcing your own narrative to get what you want. It doesn't work that way. I'm not bending to your will like a puppy.

You bend to mine.

You speak of servitude, servicing me, doing things for me, but lack the understanding that I find joy in you waiting on me, dressing you, feeding you, directing you to lay in a spot awaiting my presence again.

You must also be open to the thought that want you expressed will not be a over night accomplishment. The more intense dom you want will be a process as I learn you in this way all over again. Find what your grey areas and no go's are. It would easy to abuse that, abuse your body, your responsibilities. But consider that I care for you enough not to take advantage in that way. "

Madison stared up at the darkening sky processing his words. Finding truth in it. Understanding she was topping from the bottom for her solo desires. Her train of thought was broken when his fingers slid between her thighs beneath her panties and slid through her wet folds.

"Now you will sit here and accept what I'm about to do you. I don't want any words except for your safe word. Those hands are not to move. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

She gasped when his thumb and pointer finger squeezed her swollen c!it.

She nodded realizing quickly she spoke in response.

His fingers went back to slid across her puffy lips and cl!t over and over. His mouth closed over her earlier abused nipp!e suckling and biting softly. He worked her good bringing her close to the edge but always pulling back just enough to not bring her to the finish line.

Mouth open eyes staring at the dark clouds she grunted and moaned writhing in the sand. Rough and soft at the same time beneath her legs as$ and back. Awakening her skin from the sensation. The water sounded so loud crashing against the beach. Her nostrils picking up every scent of salt, sand and even the wood of the porch as she panted in need.

It seemed to go on forever, he edged her to the point of insanity.

She's received a moment of reprieve and squeaked when cold water ran over her feet.

Khaliq stopped looking down seeing the water had reached them. The fresh wet sand beneath her heels and got an idea.

He removed his hands from her swollen tissues and ignored her whine as he stood.

Madison didn't move. Though not physically held down, his words still bound her to the sand.

He kneeled near her feet grabbing a handful of wet sand then stood over her legs on the outside of her hips and crouched over.

Her breath hitched at the first contact of the cold wet sand falling on her left nipp!e.

He seemed completely content making a drip version of a sandcastle on her breast. Seeing how high he could make it before it feel over from gravity. When his hand was empty both breast had droplet shaped sand everywhere. Almost reminded her of a wax play session she'd seen once.

Seemingly content he walked away towards the water. He washed his hands in the ocean then returned to her.

The tide was rising again. Lapping more frequently on her feet and calves.

He was back standing over her again looking at his art proudly.

He unzipped his shorts pulling his hard length out and began to stroke.

He was unhurried slowly stroking himself above her while she watched.

The tide was now at her buttocks. Her weight sinking softly causing an impression in the wet sand.

She was no needy, wanted to orgasm. Wanted to pleasure him herself, wanting to move.

Her eyes widened for a slight moment as comprehension went through her and she looked up into his eyes instead of the show he was so beautifully putting on for her.

"You understand now. "

His stroking sped up a fraction as he spoke to her.

"Your service to me is not what you read in your books. It's not the song you play in your head that I'll dance a tune to.

You laying here without restrictions because I command you to. Your pleasure is mine to decide. Your voice mine to allow to speak. Your body mine to do as I please. You service me by just listening to my needs of you. You service me by breathing. You service me by laying here beneath me watching me Kum on your body enjoying that fact that you want to suck me. Watching you suffer without the gratification to pleasure me."

He stroked himself watching her eyes glide all over his body. Enjoying the way her breasts shook the sand falling between the mounds as she inhaled. She was shivering slightly the chill in the air with the water lapping her legs he couldn't keep her here much longer.

He focused on the feeling as he stroked himself staring directly into her eyes watching his every move until the sensation took over and he added his own personal paint to the canvas he created earlier. Her eyes closed as it dropped on her. Contentment in her facial expression.

Satisfied he put his length away and moved to her side.

"Meet me in the bathroom for a hot bath, I'll put some food in your belly. After I'll put my di€k in your stomach and fu€k you like you so nicely asked."

He walked back to the house. 

She sat up a small smile on her face. The smell of the water filling her nose. The sand beneath her hands warm, soft like a new pillow. She was thankful she had such a patient partner.

She laughed softly thinking she would never be able to smell the sea again without remembering the experience of being his personal canvas.