The heavy door swung silently into a darkened room, he stood behind her at the entrance.
“Do you trust me?”
His voice was quiet but the strength behind his words was unmistakable. He already knew the answer to his question but wanted her to say it.
“Yes.”
He smiled and cupped her delicate jaw with one hand, his thumb caressing her cheek as they stood there.
He saw her eyebrows form the start of a frown and laughed softly. Fire was starting to burn in her eyes, and he knew how little it would take to push her buttons.
He took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back toward him, he kissed her hard and she stiffened for a split second then melted against him giving him first her soft lips and then her tongue, every nerve in her body vibrated just from being held so roughly.
She entered the pitch-black room at his gesture, taking several unsteady steps inside before he flipped on the lights.
She blinked, barely able to register the sparsely decorated room before he took her elbow and guided her towards the large sofa.
This was a playroom, not one meant for sleeping unless one slept on the sofa.
Her eyes took in various implements of pain and pleasure scattered around the room. They widened as she saw the black leather harness resting on the hardwood floor, the leather straps stretching up over heavy wood beams that crisscrossed the ceiling.
Not saying anything, he watched her carefully, noting each expression as her eyes travelled around the room. He watched her stop short as her eyes widened at the leather straps lying on the floor.
Spinning her around, he took her into his arms, pulled her hard against him and kissed her deeply, crushing her lips beneath his.
He left no doubt as to why he’d brought her here. His tongue demanded and found entrance to her mouth and though he felt her hands on his chest, vainly struggling to push him away, her mouth was begging him not to stop. Her body pressed against his told him all he needed to know, no matter how her hands said otherwise.
She gasped for air when he finally broke their kiss. Her heart was racing, her body tingled, and her knees felt weak. Her reaction frightened her, shook her to her soul and her knees buckled as she sank down onto the sofa behind her.
His laughter broke through her haze and she looked up at him, absently wondering what was so funny as a distant, not quite silent part of her mind screamed at her to leave while she still could. Her feet twitched but she didn’t get up, she couldn’t get up, she couldn’t move.
He knelt in front of her, took her left hand and bound her wrist with a length of rope he’d pulled from under the sofa cushion. She watched his lips form the words that sent a bolt of fear through her heart.
“No one else will make you feel this way, no one else will make you want the things I do.” He finished tying her wrist and caught her eyes they were smouldering and filled with the darkest of passion.
“No,” she whispered.
Whether that was confirmation of his words or denial, it didn’t matter, she hid her other hand behind her back.
“You will be bound to me as tightly as I bind your flesh, give me your other hand.” His tone made it clear that this was a subject not open for debate and still, she hesitated.
“No,” she said insistently.
His eyes narrowed, he was rapidly losing patience with her and her denial.
“Why resist? you know you don’t want to, you know you can’t, why do you even try?” he asked her, but only silence answered his questions.
His hand shot out and grabbed her by the chin, as he turned her face towards him again, he saw the mixture of dark lust and fear in her eyes that she tried to hide, he nodded slowly, understanding what she didn’t think he could do.
“You are mine; you are my toy; I will do with you as I please, do you really think I can’t just take what I want from you?”
He reached and pulled her free arm and bound her hands together, she had given up the resistance.
He pulled her onto the floor unceremoniously the ceiling blurred in front of her eyes as he as she saw the long black straps that were looped over the wooden beams, he turned her over onto her stomach.
He worked quickly, unzipping her dress and slipping it up over her head, he connected the leather straps, one around each of her thighs then her waist and upper body, she moaned as the harness bit into her tender skin.
He released her hands then re-secured them behind her back, looped a strand of leather around each of her ankles, and pulled her feet up towards her arse.
She tried to struggle as he finished tying her as his hand cracks down on her upturned bottom before finishing tying his knot, he spreads her thighs wide and looks down at her helpless body. The teasing, the rejection of his attentions, her stubbornness to admit the truth, all of it…would end, tonight.
She struggled half-heartedly, testing her bonds, flexing her wrists and legs, another sharp crack across her arse stilled her motion.
She whimpered once then shuddered as his warm hands caressed her lower back, sliding up over her hips and back down, his thumbs catching he edge of her silk knickers.
He pulled them down over the gentle curve of her well-formed arse, his fingers stroking several tender spots on one cheek, his own reddened finger marks.
She heard a soft, throaty moan but it took several long moments after the sound faded away before she realised that those hoarse, needy exhalations were hers.
“You want this don’t you, you’ve always wanted this haven’t you...don’t deny it.”
His warm voice so close to her ear that it sent involuntary shivers throughout her body, but she bit her lip and said nothing, not trusting herself to speak, because her words would betray her just as her body already was doing.
She felt her knickers pulled tight against her hip bones, as she felt the pressure ease as he ripped them from her body, the cool air flowing over her hot skin, her breath caught in her throat at the end of a desperate gasp for air.
“No,” she whispered, but her body screamed for more.
A fingertip lightly brushed the cheek of her arse, barely touching her and yet she responded.
Light glinted off the wet flesh between her soft, swollen folds and he felt her back arching under his hand, bringing her bottom up higher in the air.
His fingers slid down between her shapely cheeks and he dipped one into her wet cunt, thrusting it inside her, he watched her body react with pleasure, welcoming his touch, as the warm walls of her cunt closed tightly around his finger.
Her head jerked back as he pulled her by the hair, he slid another finger hard into her smoothly shaven cunt, she gasped with the force of it but was unable to tell him to stop, she didn’t want him to stop touching her, her body craved everything he could give her and more.
“You want me,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, “you need me to fuck you, beg me for it.”
Her mind railed at his words as words shot from her lips before she could reconsider them.
“Fuck you bastard.”
“As you wish,” he replied coolly.
She recognised the steely tones in his voice and that tendril of excitement and fear that squeezed her stomach tighter.
He withdrew his wet fingers from inside her and slapped her arse repeatedly, firmer and firmer each time, the smacking sound of his hand against her flesh was mixed with audible gasps and as suddenly as he’d started, he stopped.
Her arse was on fire and the heat spread through her entire body, her soul and her mind.
In a moment of perfect clarity, she saw herself for what she was; a woman driven by pleasure, passion being controlled and pain. She wanted to be a slut, but she only wanted to be his slut, just as he’d said.
She wanted it no other way, but her stubborn pride refused to allow her to speak those words. Her desire for this man was unquenchable and undeniable, he made her feel alive, the two of them together turned that passion into a living, breathing, tangible entity, that was the one thing she couldn’t deny.
The leather strapping cinched into her flesh, startling her out of her daydream, she gave a sudden gasp as her body swung clear of the floor.
She closed her eyes tightly to block out the swaying room and squeaked once as the harness jerked to a halt several feet above the floor, she was suspended and helpless.
He secured the strap to itself and gave her a little swing, walking around her slowly, he observed her from all angles, tilting his head and looking at her as if considering.
Coming to a stop in front of her he leaned over and raised her chin with one finger until her apprehensive eyes met his.
She looked into those opaque windows and saw only darkness, cold, hard obsidian, she couldn’t look into those eyes, she closed her eyes and turning away didn’t block out the sound of his zipper opening or the deep tones of his voice as he spoke.
“I should fuck your mouth, cum on your face, and leave you here. You don’t deserve anything better. But no, you’d enjoy that too much wouldn’t you, you cock whore?” It wasn’t a question he expected her to answer. As he slapped her cheek with his hardening cock, he watched her face turn and her mouth open reflexively. He struck her lips with the head of his shaft several times but didn’t allow her to take it into her mouth.
“That’s what I thought,” he said smugly.
She found herself spinning in the air until he was behind her again, running his warm hands over her reddened arse.
“I’m going to hear you beg, one way or another,” his disembodied words demanded her surrender, but he didn’t wait for a response.
Taking hold of the strap around her waist he pulled her back towards him, driving his hard, throbbing manhood into her deeply.
Her shrieking gasp didn’t soften his heart and he pounded into her pliable flesh again and again, swinging her back and forth by the harness.
Her cunt was warm, wet and deliciously tight around him and he took great pleasure in enjoying it.
Thrusting into her repeatedly, he watched her body jerk every time he sank his cock into her, every time his hips came up hard against her ass, but he didn’t touch her otherwise. This was raw, primal need and nothing more.
This wasn’t right, she thought, this wasn’t what she had so desperately wanted.
He fucked her hard and deliberately and she moaned in spite of herself.
His pelvis slammed against her, impaling her rhythmically and she cried out as he thrust harder, loving it, needing it, and hating it.
Her heart filled to bursting with an aching need for him to touch not only her body, but her mind as well.
When he spoke his words were punctuated by his hard thrusts.
“Just like masturbating in your cunt. I don’t even care if you cum.”
The words registered like a slap across her face.
Masturbating…using her as if she didn’t matter, like she was some sort of toy.
He pulled her back onto him again and again, pushing and pulling her body by the strap secured tightly around her waist.
She wanted to belong to him, not just be used by him as a tear dripped off her cheek from the force of his thrusts.
She couldn’t stop the words she’d wanted to say for so long.
“Please…please…I’m sorry,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry.”
She dimly realized that he had stopped deep inside of her. “I need you; I want you…” she couldn’t stop the words that fell from her lips or the tears that streaked her cheeks.
“I just… want to be yours…”
Her voice was barely above a whisper, forced out between breaths.
“Forgive me…”
She needed him to need her, to want her, but not like this, she felt him slip from her cunt.
The harness jerked once and she was lowered to the ground, her body coming to rest against the wood flooring.
He loosened the straps and removed the harness completely, tossing it aside before doing the same with the rope that bound her wrists.
Kneeling down on the floor, he gathered her up in her arms, took her over to the sofa and pushed a strand of soft hair back from her face then wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently for several minutes.
“Please, what?” he whispered in her ear.
She glanced at him and tried to look away again, mustering up the courage to speak, but he didn’t let her. The palm of his hand cupped her jaw and he held her with his eyes, the passion that lived in them drawing her in.
“Tell me,” he said.
Taking a deep breath, she began, unable to look away. “I need you,” she said for the second time.
He smiled at her words and kissed her again, holding her tightly.
“I want to give you everything, be everything you need, I want you to take me and make me yours, please…” she whispered the final words, hardly believing she’d said them aloud, her face turning crimson.
“I told you that you would beg me,” he said softly.
His lips came down hard against hers, crushing them with his kiss, his fingers wound into her hair as he took possession of her mouth. Laying her back, he covered her body with his, using one knee to push her legs apart, settling in between them he could feel the heat radiating from inside her.
He rocked his hips forward, pressing the head of his cock against her aroused clit, feeling himself slide up a little as she gasped and rocked her pelvis.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue searching her mouth and caressing her tongue as he slid the long shaft of his member over her clit.
She moaned softly against his lips and wrapped her legs around his hips, her ankles locked behind his arse.
She took a deep shuddering breath as his lips travelled over her cheek to her throat, kissing her tender, sensitive spots as he pulled her arms above her head and trapping both her wrists with one hand.
Her back arched instinctively as he cupped a breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Her soft cries echoed in the empty room as he pinched her hard nipple and nipped at the tender flesh where her neck and shoulder met.
He pulled back enough to let his cock glide down her slit and find the entrance to her swollen cunt, ignoring her half-hearted efforts to pull him inside with her legs.
He nipped and kissed up her throat, slowly pushing just the fat head of his cock inside her, he heard her groan in his ear and smiled to himself, nibbling on her earlobe.
“Something you want?” he whispered softly in her ear.
“Yessssss…” she hissed, her voice husky and full of desire.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Oh God, please… just fuck me.” She begged him.
He plunged into her deeply, feeling her legs tightening around him as her hips rose to meet his thrust.
The scream that shattered the still air caused goose bumps to rise on the backs of his arms.
He pulled out slowly, deliberately, watching her take several shuddering breaths and drove back into her again, eliciting another high-pitched sound of pleasure.
He pinched her nipple harder, and pulled out again slowly, intentionally.
He hesitated for a moment at the entrance to her cunt, just easing the tip in and out until he felt her walls contract around him, trying to draw him in, slamming forward he filled her completely, the head of his throbbing cock pressed up hard against her cervix.
“Yessssss,” she forced the word from between her clenched teeth.
She groaned again as he hooked his arms under her knees, bringing her legs up over his shoulders, bending her back as he started fucking her harder, quickening both the pace and depth of his strokes.
The angle of her body pressed his cock against the upper wall of her cunt and nearly drove her out of her mind.
She fought to retain some control of herself but with each thrust he wiped away her defences until she was nothing but a bundle of highly sensitized nerves, responding to his every movement.
The increasing volume of her moans only spurred him on, and she heard his groans of enjoyment mingled somewhere among hers.
“Ooooooh god, you’re going to make me cum,” she said the words between gasps for air.
“I know,” he grunted as he thrust into her again and again, his eyes were dark and full of passion and his strokes were hard and fast, “cum for me.”
It wasn’t a request and her body didn’t hesitate. She felt the surge of warmth gather at her centre, pulsing hotly.
Her legs tightened around his neck, her head tipped back, and her shoulders rose up off the sofa as her back arched and she was caught up in that heat as it exploded out from her core.
Her cunt clamped down on his cock and he groaned loudly, not wanting to cum yet but unable to stop himself from plunging into her sweet, warm flesh.
He felt her shiver and leaned back enough to cradle her arse cheeks in his hands, one thumb pushing gently against her puckered little star until she started to relax.
Her juices dripped down over his thumb and he pressed harder, easing the tip of his thumb past her tight ring of muscle.
Hearing her gasp, he knew what he wanted and pulled out of her, tossing her legs off his shoulders.
Taking hold of her hips as her feet touched the floor, he turned her, bringing her back up on the sofa on her hands and knees.
With one hand he pressed her upper body down against the cushion, her arse remained high in the air as he guided the head of his cock until it was flush up against her tight arsehole, already moist from her juices, slowly, purposely he pushed into her, barely letting her relax.
“You are so fucking tight,” he groaned as he filled her to the hilt.
Her screams were muffled against the cushions and she shuddered with pleasure as he stretched her, fucking her arse slowly.
She pushed back against him meeting those thrusts, wanting him deeper, wanting it harder and getting it.
She felt his fingers digging into her hipbones, pulling her back tightly against him.
“Mmmmm…yessssss…harder, fuck me harder,” she begged him wantonly.
“You like your little slut’s tight arse, don’t you,” her mumbled words pierced through him like a burning arrow and he slammed into her arse just as hard as he’d been fucking her cunt only minutes ago.
Winding her hair around his fist he pulled her head back, leaning forward to whisper in her ear as she gasped with the pain.
“No, I fucking love my little slut’s arse.”
He fucked her savagely, watching her body jerk each time his hips met her rounded arse.
Holding her against him tightly by her hair, his other hand reached around to grab her breast, squeezing it hard.
“I’m going to cum in your arse, is that what you want, my little slut?”
She growled back at him, “yessssss…fuck yessssss…” her husky voice escalated as he started pumping in and out of her quickly.
She could feel his cock swelling within her and she responded by squeezing him tightly, her tight muscles massaging and milking his cock.
Her eyes closed and she let her entire focus centre around him and how he made her feel.
Yes, this was what she wanted, her muscles tensed and her entire being seemed to fill with a white-hot fire that burned from the inside out.
Every stroke brought her closer and closer until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
She bucked against him as she cried out, taking him deeply as she came again.
Every fibre of her being responded to him.
She surrendered her body, her heart and in that moment her soul.
Screaming out his name, she shook with a tremendous orgasm.
She heard him moan loudly, grunting as he forced himself into her a final time, releasing his seed.
His heart was racing, and his body trembled with the force of his orgasm as his cock pulsed several times shooting deeply inside her.
He felt her surrender and her hair slipped from his fingers, her head dropping forward to rest on the back of her hands.
He drew in a long, slow shuddering breath and exhaled slowly.
His softening cock slipped suddenly from her body as she moved, collapsing on the sofa, exhausted.
His body shivered once and he leaned forward, resting against her back, his heart still thumping in his chest.
She murmured something that he couldn’t hear but he smiled at the tone of it.
After several minutes of just laying still he kissed her again, he whispered in her ear “I am leaving now.”
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked back at him, a full pout on her lips, she didn’t say anything, it wouldn’t help, he would still leave, just as he always did.
She watched him gather his clothes and get dressed, not wanting to take her eyes from him.
He placed the key on the arm of the sofa and bent down to kiss her cheek. “I will see you again soon, I don’t know when.”
She nodded and felt a vice tightening around her heart as he walked towards the door.
“Don’t go...please,” she whimpered, knowing he could hear her.
He looked at her and turned his back on her and walked out shutting the door behind him.
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