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The day you’d been dreading all year was here, spring cleaning. Even just dragging yourself out of bed was difficult, huffing with annoyance at the task ahead. But a clean apartment kept you in a good mental space… plus, with a boyfriend as anal as Ludwig, you don’t exactly have a choice in the matter. You’re always half surprised he doesn’t do a damn white glove inspection of your apartment, the handsome bastard. Speaking of which, you thought as you later dried yourself from your morning shower, I should shoot him a text, he DID say he’d be available to help today.
Quite some time had passed, and you found yourself into a good rhythm, hips swinging to the beat of your favorite playlist, hardly even noticing when your apartment door opened, the music far too loud to hear Ludwig calling your name, heavy bass drowning out his voice. So naturally, when you suddenly felt his hand touch your shoulder, you jumped, startled, quickly fumbling with the remote for your stereo to turn down the volume. Ludwig huffs at you, “You shouldn’t be so surprised; you invited me over, Liebling,” You cringed inwardly. “Sorry, I just sort of lost track of time?” The blonde before you sighs before kissing you sweetly, his arms wrapping around your waist. “At least you seem to finally be into the cleaning.
Giggling at the feeling of his fingertips at your waist, you tell him how the music helps quite a bit for your focus. He hums in agreement, but suddenly stiffens, his grip around your waist tightening slightly as the lyrics of the next song hit his ears. Pulling away slightly, you see just how red his face had gotten. “Is something wrong, Ludwig..?” The normally well-composed blond clears his throat before asking, “Liebe, do you know what these lyrics mean..?” Now it was your turn to blush, shyly telling him it was a song called “Bück Dich,” by Rammstein, getting so quiet that he nearly didn’t hear you add that it was one of your favorites, and a slow smile crept across you boyfriend’s face. In a flash, you found yourself pinned by your wrists to the nearest wall, Ludwig nibbling at your neck and collarbone, causing a small moan to slip from your lips unbidden. “If I had known what a filthy bitch you are,” he growls into your ear, “I would have done this long ago…” You found yourself squirming in his grip, the tone of his voice already getting you wet. The blonde chuckles darkly. “Meine kleine dreckige fotze… Strip for me,” with that, Ludwig releases your wrists, crossing his arms, staring at you sternly. “Jetzt schnell, Liebling…” he adds when you hesitate. Now that was a word you recognized; he wanted you be quick.
So you do so obediently, quickly pulling off your clothes and throwing them into a pile in the corner, kneeling by his feet like a good girl. He couldn’t stop the smirk that crossed his face. “Mmm,” he hums, gently threading his fingers through your hair, “Now normally, I think I might have you over my knee for that little mess you made with your clothes… but here you are, down on your knees without being asked… so perhaps I shall be more lenient mit meine hure…” Suddenly, his gentle touch turned rough, jerking your head back by your hair, causing a small, choked moan to escape your lips. The way he gripped your hair forced you to look him in the eyes, and you couldn’t help the shiver that went through you when you saw the sadistic smile on his face. If the a/c in your apartment hadn’t already hardened your nipples, they certainly were now. “Hmm… perhaps I should use your little whore mouth?” he muses, his grip on your hair tightening still, the sting causing you to shiver again, squirming under his grip. “Yes, I think that will do… dirty little thing, you can’t even stay still under my grip, can you? dreckige Hündin…”
Just as suddenly as he’d grabbed you, you were released, only just barely keeping yourself upright after the sudden change. Ludwig looks at you expectantly, and you blush darker. “Well? Show me you know how to be a good girl,” he says, arms crossed again. You nod obediently, undoing his slacks and slipping his thick, half-hard cock out of his boxers. You kiss and lick your way up and down his shaft, lips and tongue caressing all of his favorite places till you heard him growl. “Gute Mädchen necken nicht.” When your eyes find his in confusion, he quickly translates, “Good girls do not tease,” gripping your hair again, guiding your hot little mouth to suck in the tip, letting out a little sigh of pleasure. “If you do not behave, I may still have to punish you, Liebling…” Taking the hint, you work your mouth down the shaft, deeper and deeper with every stroke of your lips, tongue swirling around the tip each time you pulled back. Without warning, he thrusts into your mouth, shoving you all the way down to the base, holding you there for a moment as you try not to gag on his cock, his little blonde hairs tickling your nose. As quickly as he shoved it down your throat, he pulls out, watching your flushed expression as you cough, catching your breath. “So schön so…” he coos before shoving his cock in your mouth again, staring to fuck your throat at a slow pace. “Und so eine enge Kehle auch,” he laughs; you weren’t sure what he was saying, but the tone made you squirm, pressing your thighs together for any bit of friction down there. When Ludwig notices this, he picks up his pace, completely owning and using your throat; garbled moans escape you, causing delicious vibrations around his cock, and a little moan to slip from your normally well-composed boyfriend.
He pulls you off of his cock, panting, and you simply gaze up at him, not even bothering to wipe away the drool that had spilled from you while he’d fucked your face. But when Ludwig sees it, he wipes it up with his thumb, and without being asked, you suck the appendage into your mouth, lapping up the mess you’d made. “How can such a naughty bitch be such a good girl at the same time?” he laughs, pulling you to your feet. Gripping your jaw, he kisses you hard, before adding, “Don’t think I hadn’t noticed you trying to get off while I used your throat, dreckige fotze…” You whimper under his harsh grip. “Ich bin enttäuscht. Total enttäuscht,” he adds with a laugh, following along with the lyrics. Once again, his lips are at your neck, but this time, he is much less gentle with his bites, turning you into a whimpering mess within seconds. You were positive your neck would be a mess of bruises by morning, but you honestly couldn’t give a damn right now. “Now… as the song says, Liebchen… Bück Dich,” With that, he shoves you onto the couch, and you scramble to bend over the arm of the couch. And for a moment…everything was quiet, save for the music still playing. Just before your urge to turn around got the better of you, you finally hear Ludwig moving behind you, the sound of leather sliding and metal jingling as he slowly removed his belt. He sees you freeze before reassuring you that you wouldn’t be hit with the belt… today, at least. “Face down,” he orders, “and put your hands behind your back.” You do so immediately, and feel your boyfriend’s hands gently caressing your wrists before he starts to loop his belt around your wrists; not too tight, but tight enough so that you couldn’t slip free.
“Now, show me how a good hure should present herself, hm?” He growls, harshly slapping your ass. The response from you was instantaneous; simply a whimper as you arch your back to present your ass to him. You couldn’t see it right now, but Ludwig had an absolutely wicked grin on his face as he stroked your ass cheeks. “How many do you think you can take, Liebe? 10? 20?” The thought made you shiver, but you didn’t even realize you hadn’t answered him until you felt another spank, much harder than the first. “You answer your Master when he asks you a question, whore,” came his voice in another growl. “I’m sorry, sir!” you whimper, just barely keeping yourself from squirming this time. “I… I think 20?” At the sound of your pathetic little mewls, his cock was absolutely throbbing with need. “Then, 20 strikes for meine kleine dreckige fotze.” Before he even finished his sentence, his had descended on you again, the sound of a harsh slap distinct even over the music. “Count for mir, Liebe.” You whimper out a one.
By number 7, you were positively panting, barely keeping up as 8, 9, and 10 came in quick succession. The sudden gentle kneading of your ass was nearly a surprise, but his gentle strokes were so soothing to your stinging cheeks. “Oh, Liebchen,” said Ludwig with a moan. “Look at you, your little cunt is SUCH a mess, and I haven’t even touched you properly…” as if to prove a point, he glides a single finger through your wetness, causing you to buck your hips towards his touch. “Meine wunderschönen little pain slut,” he laughs, teasing your swollen clit with one finger… Your legs were starting to shake at just that little touch; you fucking NEEDED to come. “M-Master, bitte...” came unbitten from your lips, but you received only another smack in response. “El-leven…” You can feel Ludwig spreading your soaked folds to look at your pussy, watching as your desperate little hole clenched around nothing. By now, the song had changed; still Rammstein, but currently “Ich Tu Dir Weh” was playing, and you hear your boyfriend laugh at the lyrics, muttering softly, “Filthy. Absolutely filthy…” as he plunged 2 fingers into you, setting a quick pace, each stroke pressing beautifully against your g-spot. Moans came from you uncontrollably, unable to stay still or even count as he continued his assault against your ass, nearly sobbing from the dual sensations. At 20 strokes, you were desperately close to coming, but Ludwig suddenly stopped everything, slipping his fingers from you. If not for your whimpers, you would hear Ludwig sloppily sucking your juices from his dripping hand.
The next thing you know, you’re jolting from the feeling of cold steel pressed against your back. His lips are practically to your ear now, and in the dirtiest voice you’ve ever heard him use, you hear: “Be careful, Liebchen… You don’t want to get cut too badly, do you?” A deep, pleasurable shudder rolled through you; you had no idea till now that you were into knife play. And boy, did Ludwig notice. “Or maybe you do, dreckige Hündin,” he moans, grinding his throbbing cock against you. You found yourself suddenly pulled up, your restrained arms pressed firmly against him and his hand around your throat. It felt like you were losing control, writhing once more in his grip, desperately trying to grind against him… till you felt the blade against your chest. He hushes your whimpers, slowly dragging the blade against your skin as little beads of blood welled to the surface. “Such a good girl for me,” he coos, making another shallow slice across your chest. Now you were positively vibrating, desperate to be touched, desperate to be fucked. “Master…” you whimper, “please, bitte, I need you…”
Ludwig puts you back in your former position and starts leisurely sliding his cockhead between your nether lips. “I’m not sure… Do you think you deserve your Master’s cock?” You swallow thickly, using all your self-restraint to keep yourself from bucking your hips against him. “P-please… I’ve been a good girl…” He hums in response. “ I suppose you have taken your punishments well… How about you beg for me?” “P-please! Bitte, Master, bitte! I need it, I need your cock, pleeeeaaaase!” Suddenly, you feel the heat of his cockhead line up proper to press in… but he doesn’t.
“Repeat after me, slut. ‘Ich bin’.”
“Ich bin…”
“‘Eine kleine’.”
“Eine kleine…”
“‘Dreckige fotze’.”
“Dreckige fotze…”
“Now together, Liebling.”
“I-Ich bin eine k-kleine drekige fotze?”
Once the words leave your lips, you hear a groan from Ludwig. “Yesss,” he hisses as he slides his aching cock into your tight, wet little pussy, “do you know what you’re saying, hm?” the blonde asks suddenly as he sheathes himself to the hilt, feeling you clench around his fat cock. “You’ve admitted to being a dirty little cunt…” He huffs out a laugh as your pussy clenches around his length again, before gripping you by belt around your wrists and fucking you at a brutal pace. If your mind was lucid enough to form a coherent thought, you might think that this pace would be painful. But you were too far gone, half formed words and strangled moans being pulled from you as your boyfriend’s big cock utterly wrecks you, your own slick juices dripping down his member, landing on the floor with every slap of his balls against you.
When your walls flutter around his cock, Ludwig suddenly stops, pulling his cock right out of you. A whine spills from you, desperate for your orgasm, before he shushes you again, quickly undoing the belt that binds your wrists in order to flip you over without hurting your arms. You squeal as he quickly pulls you closer, resting your legs over his shoulders and plunging right back into your slick pussy. His hands smear the drying blood across your chest, laughing again as he pumps in and out of you. “I’ve marked you, meine kleine hure…” he murmurs as his fingers trace the still-stinging slices above your breasts. And he knew the moment you realized, by the clenching of your cunt around him; he’d carved a quite-large letter L into your skin, and you found yourself hoping it stays for a long while. And honestly, so did Ludwig.
Gripping you by your ass, he angles your hips higher, which causes him to slip even deeper into you, and you’re seeing stars with every thrust. You found yourself begging, not sure if you were begging for more or for it to end, the desperate moans making Ludwig throb inside you. “Ja?” he groans, getting closer with every brutal thrust. “Willst du es? Du willst mein Sperma? Ich werde dich mit meinem Sperma füllen…” he pants, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy, pace uneven. “Ich will, dass deine hungrige Fotze jeden Tropfen schluckt…” Your love was so far gone that he couldn’t even speak English anymore.
Ludwig leaned further into you, your legs pressed all the way against your chest so that he could give you a quick, searing kiss. “Ich kann fühlen, dass du nah bist… Komm für mich, damit ich dich mit meinem Sperma füllen kann…” He lets out a full-blown moan, “komm für mich!” You didn’t need to know German to know what that meant… not that you could stop yourself from coming with his deep voice in your ear. As your body and cunt convulsed and shook, he couldn’t hold back anymore either, biting hard into your shoulder to muffle his groans a he spilled himself deeply inside you, the final spasms of your orgasm milking him for every drop. The both of you were shaking as you came down from your mutual high, though Ludwig carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders, which you were immediately grateful for as the ache set in. “Fuck,” he rasps, “I came so fucking much…” he sounds almost in awe as he watches his seed flow steadily from your well-abused pussy.
You’re not quite sure how and when he brought you to your bed, but once there, he cares for all of your bruises and cuts, rubbing some kind of soothing ointment over your raw ass; even with the sting, the gluteal massage felt sooo good right now. His lips are feather light over the bruises on your shoulders and neck, and you’d never heard his voice as gentle as now, telling you what a good girl you’ve been, how well you took everything and how proud he was of his Liebchen.
Snuggled up together, there was only one thing that could ruin the moment.
And you both realize it in the same moment, mutually groaning, “We still have to clean!”