hornysadistwithmoose

	Why are you looking at me like that?

	Yes, you.

	No, you’re not being subtle.

	Listen - I’m used to being stared at by now. You think I don’t know what happens when I look like this?

	Oh, now the shame comes in.

	Oh yeah. Gods forbid you actually own up to any desire you feel.

	Gods forbid you acknowledge that you want something, without me having to pull the information out of you like a recalcitrant tooth.

	Ask me nicely.

	No, nicer than that.

	Nicer than that, too.

	That’s not asking, that’s demanding.

	You want I should demand from you? You won’t like the things I demand from you, trust me on this.

	I know how this goes in your head - I’ll do what you want, the way you want it, & you’ll have some kind of spiritual epiphany or… something.

	I don’t fucking know, man.

	I just like to hurt people.

	That’s literally it.

	It’s not some big “commentary on society” or something.

	It makes me horny to hurt you.

	Or not even you.

	It makes me horny to hurt people.

	It makes my cunt wet & it makes my clit throb when I look into your face & see those tears just tracking down it, because I just kicked you in the thigh.

	What if i slapped your face until your nose bled?

	What if I broke your fingers?

	What if I took my boot & kicked you in the face, felt the crunch of your nose breaking under my boot, while the hot blood surges down the back of your throat, copper & iron….

	You’re still looking at me like that.

	Listen - I told you I’m a sadist.

	I’m worse than a sadist - I’m a sexually frustrated sadist.

	I want to beat you within an inch of your life, then ride your face until I cum.

	Oh, I don’t care what’s in between your legs.

	Unless you want some more kicking?

	No?

	Well, then why are you bringing my attention to it?

	Beg me.

	No, harder than that.

	Beg me to hurt you.

	Beg me to hurt you, exactly the way that I want, not the way that you want.

	I’m going to just… yeah, that was satisfying, that kick… I can see it rippling through your muscles, I can see you shaking.

	I’m just gonna… shove my jeans down… oh, you admiring my strap on? You want me to fuck you with it?

	Nah.

	I wear it for the look - I know some folks don’t respect a Top unless there’s a nice thick cock in their jeans.

	Let me just… push that down as well… I’m going to… mmm….

	Yeah, you like me holding on to your hair like that, don’t you?

	No, use your tongue. Your TONGUE, you idiot, just… like… that….

	Fuck, yeah, that’s… perfect, that’s… exactly what I need, I’m going to hit kick you again, just like… that.

	I can see those big eyes staring up at me - you big fucking idiot, do you think I care that it’s your tongue on my clit?

	I don’t fucking care.

	You’re going to make me cum, & that’s all that I fucking care about. All I want is an orgasm, & I’ll take it off of any stupid pretty face I can get it off of.

	Mm… yeah, just like that.

	Prove to me you’re more than just a body… oh, fuck… yes, that’s… that’s… oh gods….

	Fuck just… like… that. I’m going to cum on your face. I’m going to cum on your face & then I’m going to keep beating you, & you’re going to thank me for it.

	I’m going to keep doing it.

	I’m going to… I’m… fucking…!

	[generalized orgasm noises]

	There… there we go.

	Fuck… oh god.

	Fuck.

	Now… hand me that flogger.

	Yes, that one. Give it to me.

	I’m gonna start on your thighs, & go from there.

	No, I’m not gonna put on my pants. Why should I?

	Now… lean back.

	Or don’t.

	I don’t fuckin’ care if I get you in the face, but I’d rather not clean the leather of my flogger.

	It’s moose.