After a long free day of fucking, laughing, eating good food and drinking some alcohol, me and Mr B were laying in the couch, exhausted from the awful heat that’s really rare here in Sweden. We were completely naked, sweating our asses off and tired from that and the food coma. It had been an awesome day, just hanging out with my best friend, lover and protecter doing silly shit. We we’re happy.
As I stood up from the couch, prepared to make the short walk into the bathroom, Mr B grabbed my wrist. “Do you wanna be in charge later?”. I looked at him with a sly smile on my face. I knew exactly what to do. I went to the bathroom and when I came back Mr B lied in the couch with a rock hard boner, touching himself. “Stand up” I commanded him. He stood up, without stopping rubbing his huge cock. I lied down on the couch, spread my legs and told Mr B to rub my nipples. He walked over to me and bent down over me, gave my right nipple a soft kiss and then turned his head over to me. “Don’t forget who’s really in charge though” he whispered. I smiled, again with a sly look on my face, and told him to get to work. He started rubbing and licking my nipples and I shivered. “Don’t you fucking stop rubbing that cock” I told him in my most dominant voice. I am a switch but mostly a sub so being dominant is kinda hard for me, I have to get completely in the role and mood, it just doesn’t come naturally for me, as the sub part of me does. Anyway, I commanded him to rub his huge, veiny, thick, tasty fucking cock and I watched every stroke he took, my eyes were rapidly switching from his face to his cock, I didn’t want to miss a thing of that man. “Sit down” I commanded. He sat down beside me. “Come for me”. I knew exactly what to do and I’m not gonna lie, I was a bit afraid but yet excited about the reaction from him. I dirty talked to him, told him how much I worship his cock, how I want to have his load of cum deep down my throat. I could see in both his face and body language that he was getting closer and my plan was about to become reality. I took a deep breath.
“WAIT!” I screamed. He stopped, looked at me like he was afraid something had happened. I laughed deviously and said “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to stop there. You’re not allowed. Now get over here and fuck me.” The look on his face was priceless. He looked abject. Surprised. Sad. But most of all, mad. His eyes turned dark, his pleasured face quickly turned into a mean frown. Although he did as I told him, he got on top of me. Before he shoved his wonderful cock in my wet, tight, little pussy I whispered “now show me who’s really in charge” with a smile on my face. And it was like a switch. He went from sane to insane in less then a second. He started pounding me so hard that I barely couldn’t get a sound out, just grunts. I had never been fucked like that before. His face turned red, he punched my inner thighs, spit was squirting out of his mouth down on my tits, my pussy hurt from the pounding but it felt so good! I wish I could have seen my face myself because it must have looked like weirdly arousing. I was shocked, completely shocked by the power and rage he showed. He kept looking at me with the mad frown on his face, grunting heavily. Out of nowhere he grabbed my hair, pulled me up and took a grip around my hips, just flipping me over to doggy style. I was like a little glove, just flipped around so easily, like I didn’t weigh a thing, like I had no control over my body any longer, I was completely his and all that mattered was to please my king and make him happy, satisfied. In that moment, he owned me.
He started fucking me violently and recklessly from behind and it hurt so much that I just screamed right out. His cock penetrated me so hard that it hurt up in my stomach. He didn’t give a shit, he just kept going harder, getting more power from my pain. He punched me hard with an open hand over my hip and I screamed even louder. My screams were like fuel to him cause directly after, he slapped even harder, in between my shoulder blades. The scream that came out of me was somehow primal. It was just pure pain, no pleasure. It hurt so much that I straight out started sobbing like a little kid. Tears were streaming down my face and I was sobbing hard, Mr B snapped out of his rage, pulled out and said “Are you crying?”. I got out a “Yes” in between the sobs and he told me to come to him, I rose up and hugged him, crying into his chest. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. “Please do that more often” I said with a shaky voice. Mr B went quiet for two seconds then he burst out in an intense laughter. I started laughing with tears streaming down my face because I got how fucked up that situation was. Seconds ago I started sobbing because of pain and now I’m asking him to do it more often. We laughed, laughed and laughed until we finally calmed down and he looked deep into my eyes and said “I’m gonna marry the shit out of you”. My king, my dom, my lover, my best friend, my everything.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/4whbxb/rage_fuck