Frankie Xiao

With the supreme privilege and power of a goddess at my fingertips I point down to my bare feet, grinning playfully.. "Kiss them, Tiger.."

"Aye, princess.." Sitting on his folded knees, River bends dutifully forward as he bows down to follow my orders.. He is confidently obedient, like a soldier made to serve only me.. There is no weakness in his masculinity and no fear in his heart.. I get a heady rush from his attentive affection and a thrill from his compliance, I can't help but enjoy the control, it feeds that hunger in me that howls like a starved animal.. When he calls me pretty names like 'princess' and when he pours his gratitude over me I am whole and when he pleads with me to give into him, I am energised by the spirit of our love..

I adore the way he speaks, the melodic roll of his tongue and the words themselves.. I live for the way his shape moves and succumbs to my will, and I cherish his masochist vulnerability.. He is a giver.. Something about using up his mind and body for my own enjoyment makes me dizzy.. It is as if he were an enormous glass of whiskey and I had guzzled him whole.. Everything about him is a heavenly tribute, sacrificed to me, the goddess.. His Princess..

As he kisses the bridge of my left foot, I lift the right to step on the back of his neck, careful yet assertive, until a contented groan escapes his chest.. "Mmmh.."

"Whose perfect pet are you?" I tease, placing my faith in his trust.. River trusts me to hurt him the way he desires and to love him the way he deserves.. I can do both of those things.. I can be cruel and kind all at once.. I can be sweet and mean.. I can give him both pleasure and pain.

"Yours.. I belong to you!" He shudders and continues to kiss my foot, grazing his lips across my sensitive skin and panting with a warm ticklish breath.. "Please, Princess- Please, hurt me more.."

I step harder onto his neck, half my weight now balanced on his nape.. "Ooh- Such a good boy, I'll hurt you, River, but only if you promise to do exactly like I say.."

"Mmmh- Yessss.." He growls, unrestrained.. "I'll be yer' good boy.. I'll be whatever ye' tell me to be, Princess.."

"You are mine to hurt, mine to use, and mine to fuck.. Say it.." Leaning down I take a fistful of his hair to yank his head back and he gasps a sharp breath..

"I'm yours to hurt, yours to fuck!" He repeats my words and I can't contain the joy of hearing them as giggles bubble up to spill from my lips.. "Use me, baby.. Use me.."

The place between my thighs tingles as I reach across and run my fingernails down the scars that span his back, then down his vertebrae to where the cute little tattooed marmalade-cat on his butt grins at me.. "You're so beautiful when you worship me, River.. I want to make all your dreams come true, just like you do for me.. I want to show you how grateful I am.."

The Tiger groans from his place on the floor.. "Fuck- This is my dream.. Thank ye', Princess.. Thank ye' for lettin' me worship ye.."

"How hard should I hit you?" I kneel down now on his back and stretch out a hand to the coffee table where I select one of the travel magazines from the stack that sits there..

"Hit me hard- Real hard.. Bruise me if it pleases ye', baby.." River grunts, desperately starved for my cruelty as I climb up on his shoulders to sit, using him as a chair made of muscle while I take my time to roll up the magazine.. I twist the pages tight and dense, creating a kind of paper baton to beat him with..

"Hmmmm-" I hum curiously.. "What if I say no? You'd like that too, huh?"

"Yess-" He growls in frustrated delight.. "Shite- I'll like whatever ye' tell me to, Princess.."

"Oh.. I know you will.." I stand up and spin around to hit him with the coiled up papers, beating the muscular region around his shoulder blades and beneath, the heavy thudding sound of the hostile impact equal only to his gravelly groans..

-THUMP-THUD-THWACK-

I batter his body, striking him repeatedly and hard, again and again with enough force to jar my own fingers and wrist..

"Fuck yesss!" He hisses a violent outburst and I pause to check on him, unsure of my actions..

"Is that good?" I warble worridley.. It feels so good to hit him for pleasure, though it goes against my very nature to harm him..

He pants, deliriously happy.. "Aye! It's grand! Hit me harder! Please- I need more!"

I chew on my bottom lip, cautiously uncertain.. "Harder? Are you sure?"

"Aye.. I'm surely sure.." He chuckles.. "I want ye' to cover me in bruises, beat me until I bleed.."

Well, he did ask for it..

-THUMP-THUD-THWACK-

He moans in rapture as I hit him again and again, only when I stop to inspect the reddening flesh does he speak again.. His voice strained and steeped in solicitation.."Princess?"

"Yes, My Sweetheart? Is it too much?" I set down the rolled up magazine as he sits up to look at me with pleading emerald eyes..

Oh wow.. He never gets less beautiful.. Only more..

"Ney.. Not too much.." He shakes his head and his messy strawberry-sunshine locks flop about.. I- I just wanted to ask if- uh- would ye' use my belt?"

"To hit you with?" I hesitate, stopping to chew on my fingertips to ease my nerves..

"Aye? Please?" He reaches up to smooth his hand down the side of my leg in a sort of coaxing encouragement..

I pad over to where his discarded jeans lay by the sofa and take the leather strap from the loops before crossing back to him with the weight of something dangerously heavy in my hands..
Holding out the belt I ask him to demonstrate to me what he'd like me to do.."Show me how you want it?"

"Sure.. Like this.." He nods, taking the strap and folding it in half, holding it by the buckle and notches, before he flicks it towards the ground with surprising force..

"Oh, wow!" I blink in surprise.. "That's going to hurt a lot!"

"I know.. That's the idea.." He grins like a devil.. "Ye' can try it once and if ye' don'ae feel comfortable ye' can stop.. Just say 'strawberry' and we're done. "

"Okay.." I nod, taking the leather in my shaky hands as he bows forward once again..

I flick at his meaty back muscle with the belt, tapping him with a soft slap and he goads me with a laugh.. "I can barely feel that, baby.."

Challenged and provoked by his taunt, I try again.. This time hitting him a little harder, testing out the limitations of his tolerance and my own restraint..

-SNAP-

Surprising to me, the sound of the leather when it meets his skin is a satisfying taut snap that bounces around the room, vibrating through me and giving me the good kind of goosebumps..

"MMH- fuck yeahhh, that's my girl!" He croons in evil encouragement.. "Hit me again."

-SMACK-

I hit him again , harder, and this time he flinches, causing his muscles to tighten and ripple in the most tempting of ways.. "Ah- fuck!"

"Fuck?" I panic, clutching the belt so tight my knuckles whiten.. "Is that a bad fuck?"

"Ney.. It's a fuckin' amazin' fuck!" He mumbles, squaring his swelling arms to the ground so that he can rest his head on them..

"Oh River.. You are such a lovely boy, so strong and so sweet,," I purr, leaning down to pet his hair.. River chuckles nervously when I call him cute things.. He takes compliments so terribly and to make him feel more at ease I add something slightly insulting to the end, just to add a little sting to the kindness.. "My sweet pervert.."

"Aye.. I'm your sweet pervert.." He mumbles, shy and boyish..

"Do you want me to hit you one more time, my sweetheart?" I ask curiously and he nods with his face to the floor..

"Aye.. Pretty please, princess.. Hit me hard.."

-CRACK-

Not one to disappoint him, I hit him the hardest I have ever hit him before and his reaction is pure pleasure..

"Fuck me, thats stings so goddamn good, baby.." He praises me in appreciation and I lean down to touch the criss-cross welts that have begun to rise over the surface of his creamy skin..

"That was fun.. I kind of liked it.." I admit with a satisfied sigh.. "What do you want to do, River?"

"I want to lick yer' pussy for as long as ye'll let me.. Ye', know I love the taste o'ye'-Mmm-fuck-I'd do anything to have ye' to drippin' in my mouth.." His shoulders rise and fall in rapid rhythm and he becomes tighter and more tense with each passing second.. agitated with an eager energy.. "I want to fuck ya'.. Fast and hard, until ye' lose ye' mind and scream my name.."

When he lifts his head and looks up at me with burning emeralds of lust my mouth waters and I pick my lips with a strangled breath.. "Oh wow.."

His lashes flutter as his eyes drift closed peacefully and he hums a rumble of satisfaction.. "After that I want ye' to do that miraculous thing ye' do with ye' lovely little fingers, the thing where ye' take all my aches away.. And then I want ye' to lay with me, real close until ye' fall asleep, so I can listen to the sound of ye' breathin' while ye' dream about me.."

"Oooh, yesses! I love the way you talk, Tiger!" I giggle at the strong contrast to his desires, so naughty yet so nice and my heart squeezes with love.. "Everything you do is for me, isn't it?" I prod him in the ribs with my toes and he twitches..

"Aye-everythin', Princess! This is what I was made for.. You are my purpose.. The reason I exist.."

"Ooh- my beautiful boy.. Get up and take me to bed.." I click my impatient fingers and watch as he hauls himself up from the floor with dazed eyes and twinkling grin.. My gaze travels over his perfect nakedness, carved lines define his chest and stomach, like a statue made of marble, his chiseled muscle makes my knees weak..

He is art..
Walking, breathing, beautiful art..

"Mmmh- My beautiful girl.. I love ye' more today than I did yesterday.." He mumbles, leaning down to claim my mouth with his as he scoops me up in his brawny arms, wrapping me in strength, stamina and ink.. The place where I feel safest.. "Everyday I get with ye', is better than the last.."

I smile at him with happy tears in my eyes.. "Then I can't wait for tomorrow.."