Watersports

Well, we had a big talk. Again.
The comments he made about women online hurt me, but he made the point, 'X, *I* linked you to that website, why would I if I felt it was wrong?'
So we discussed comprimise and he said he won't again. So we'll see. I, meanwhile, feel better. As much as I need verbal deprivation, verbal humiliation, I also like to hear that he loves me, which he says often now without prompt.
Last night I was detirmined not to give him sex, just feeling a little 'off' about my body, seeing that he'd complimented others, etc. But we began to play strip scrabble, I was in my underwear and he was fully dressed, clearly winning. It frustrated me so he let me stop.
But all his suggestions and touching made me aroused. As he said to me when I whined that I was detirmined not to give him any sex, 'If I want it enough X, I'll persist.'
I told him I was thinking about sucking his cock, and did.
Then we made out, hard, his hand in my hair, holding onto a clump, wrapped around his fingers. He pulled it for nothing, pulled my head back to bite my neck, pushed my head down onto his cock. Pushing my head up and down. I was gagging. I tried to get onto his cock.
'Do you want it inside you?'
I nodded.
'Suck my cock until I say you can get on it. Put my cock to the back of your throat until I say.'
I was feeling a bit naseous that night however, and I tried to keep it in back but felt like I was going to vomit. He told me to get on it. He was solid.
'You know, you're LUCKY I even let you on this cock. You're unworthy, you're nothing. That's right, my cock feels good, doesn't it? God, why haven't you made me come yet? Try harder. You piece of shit, you slut.'
Constant snarling. He'd never called me a 'piece of shit' before. I came over his dick, and he told me to go down and lick it up. I hate my taste.
When he allowed me to come back, he told me to make sure he comes this time.
'You know I'm only fucking you to come, don't you? I don't give a shit about your enjoyment.'
I was coming hard from all the degredation, and he eventually came but didn't tell me. I knew when he said 'Okay, you can kiss me now.' (He dislikes when I try to kiss him during his more 'dominant' times a lot, and I was told off for trying during this session.)
And later, before we showered, he pissed on me for the first time. He's only ever pissed in my mouth. I LOVED it.
I sat in the shower and he just let rip. It bounced off my chest and hit my face, my hair..It just felt so ultimately humiliating.
It's not something I thought I WOULD have enjoyed, but I did, thoroughly.
This morning we fucked again and I love how he just seems to sense where to put his dick to make it feel amazing. Hammering my gspot.
'I think you should come on me..'
'Me too.'