A Devil takes control [MF, Mdom, Fsub]

Rain lashed loud on the windows, whipped into a fervour by the wind. Long droplets streaked each dirty pane of glass. Safe inside, the two occupants paid little attention to the weather. Occasional glances from the television made them thankful they were warm and dry.

Hues of blue and green cast across the darkened room. The outlines of their bodies thrown large in the flickering light of the television display. They sat a short distance apart, quite content to ignore one another. The television programme was of little interest and yet it provided a certain sense of comfort as they waited for the right moment to crawl into bed.

She loved him, of course she did. But life moves onwards and relationships change, she knew that. Their early relationship had been marked by passion and experimentation. They explored each other’s kinks, domination and bondage. Whole evenings would be spent in the bedroom, fucking and being fucked. Little by little they found less time for each other and more time to waste in front of the television, or a mobile phone screen. It was never a conscious choice they made, she wasn’t to blame, nor was he. It had just become easy to forget how insatiable their love could be. Now they existed in each others space, deeply loved, but rarely lovers.

A whisper, the slightest of whispers, tickled his ear. The voice was firm and dark, dripping with depravity. It spoke to him in a tongue he could not recognise and yet the meaning soaked into his conscious. He closed his eyes, perhaps he was imagining it. But deep from within a spark became a flame. Small at first, the embers of a fire. Stoked and fueled the flame grew. Soon it was out of control. A blazing wildfire spread through his whole body until it became him. At the peak of the inferno a switch inside him broke. From a hidden place within his soul something different had taken control.

Then he could taste her. She sat on the sofa a short distance from him, yet her taste lingered on his tongue. Without looking or touching he could sense every inch of her, every curve searing into his mind. He didn’t perceive a person anymore. Instead a naked body, waiting to be used. His lust intermingled with the fire inside him, pouring petrol on to the flames already burning out of control.

She felt his eyes from across the room, disturbing her from the television. His face appeared different somehow. The caring eyes she loved replaced by something else, something far more dangerous. “What?” She asked. “I didn’t say anything”, he replied. “And don’t open your mouth until I tell you to”. She twitched, unsure what to make of the comment.

In a moment his hands were on her. Deliberately he worked, hungry and insatiable. She felt her trousers slip down her legs. Caught up in the moment she didn’t protest. He undid his belt and the bite of leather constricted around her wrists. “Don’t squirm until I make you”, his tone of his voice matter of fact and instinctual. With one firm movement he forced her wrists over the arm of the sofa. Too late, she found herself powerless and in his full control.

He leaned in and kissed her. Indelicate and lustful, a level of passion she hadn’t felt in a long time. She pushed into his lips, the kiss absorbing her like nothing else mattered. Flicks of his tongue on hers, he pulled away from her mouth with a ravenous bite on her bottom lip.

She felt his hand creeping between her legs, resting tantalisingly on her underwear. A sensuous quiver between her thighs caused her heart to race. Just a thin piece of fabric separated their skin, millimeters between her clit and his touch. Looking into his eyes, searing with desire, he began to motion over her crotch. She couldn’t help but to submit to his touch. Although restrained, it felt like she was rediscovering her sexual self, dormant but not forgotten. The first spark of pleasure rippled through her body and a sigh caught in her throat. “I told you not to open your fucking mouth”, he whispered in her ear.

A controlling hand closed around her throat and he pushed something roughly into her mouth. She tasted herself on her tongue. Her wetness. Taken by the moment she hadn’t realised he removed her underwear. The red thong she was wearing now gagged her mouth.

His fingers ran down her throat, over her breasts until they reached below. Ready and wet he slipped between her lips. Two fingers at first, deep and slow he worked inside her. Waves of pleasure began to arise from her toes to the tips of her fingers. She wriggled into him, still constrained at her wrists.

His rhythm quickened. “I want to see you squirt like my good slut”. Hard and fast, inside and out, massaging over her clit. She bit down on the red thong. Shudders tightened around her cunt. “Are you going to soak the sofa?”

The shameless fucking of their early relationship drenched bed sheets. He knew how to make her squirt and he hadn’t forgotten. His fingers found the right spot and kept going. “Squirt for me”, he demanded. A fountain erupted from her, she bit down on her gag, squirming, held firm by the bite of leather.

He paused for a moment of assessment, looking pleased with himself. “Look what you did”. A firm hand slapped across her face. “You ruined the furniture”. Bringing his features up close to hers, she saw the devil in his eyes again. The connection between her, the familiar face and the unknown danger within felt contagious. “Taste what you did”. He removed the thong from her mouth and thrust his fingers inside. She sucked on his hand, devouring the taste of her arousal.

“Do you want more?”

She nodded.

He undid her bra and lifted her top, exposing her breasts, “Say you want more”.

“I want more”, she mumbled.

He took hold of her nipple and pinched hard, a sweet shock of pain. “Tell me you want to be fucked like my good slut”.

“I want to be fucked like your good slut”.

“Say please”.

“Please”.

“Properly”.

“Please fuck me”.

He stuffed the underwear back in her mouth. “Good”, he replied, removing his trousers. From under his briefs she could see the outline of his cock bulging. She waited, hungry but helpless. “You don’t cum unless I tell you too”, he said. “Understand?”

She nodded.

His cock pulsated as he removed his briefs. She lusted for him, eager to wrap her mouth around his cock. All she could do was wait. He forced her legs open and thrust deep inside her. The wetness of her cunt glistened on him. With each motion he rocked forwards, stroking her clit against his body. She pushed herself into him, hungry for pleasure, wrists still fixed by the grip of his belt.

His rhythm quickened. Hard and fast. She moaned into the red thong with each thrust. He leaned in and bit her neck. Forcing deeper inside, fucking her harder and harder. Edging ever closer to climax, she felt another wave through her core. She knew she would squirt again and couldn’t hold back. The dam broke, exploding over his cock, soaking into the upholstery once more.

A stinging hand struck her right breast. “I didn’t give you permission to do that”, he growled. “Now you’re going to have to do something for me”.

He climbed her body until he kneeled over her breasts, bringing his cock up to her mouth, shining with her wetness. Instinctively she brought her head towards him, yearning to taste his arousal.

“I’m going to use your mouth as my fuck toy”, he said, ungagging her. “Do want me to fuck your face?”

She nodded.

He pinched her nipple hard. “Say it”.

“Fuck my face”, she moaned.

“Open your mouth now”.

She opened her mouth wide, hungry to accept him. He thrust between her lips, deep and down her throat. Being used at his whim, her arousal intensified. The domination kink still in her psyche, her cunt wet and dripping. Saliva ran down her chin as she gagged on his cock. A firm hand held her head as makeup ran down her face. She wanted his cum, each thrust seemed to bring him closer.

“I’m going to be generous”, he said. “Because you are my good slut”.

He reached behind. Without breaking pace he thrust four fingers inside her. The touch almost brought her to orgasm. “Don’t you dare cum yet”.

She moaned on his cock as he continued to fuck her mouth. Now his fingers worked over her cunt again, the tension building, her heartbeat rising. “Are you going to cum with my cock in your mouth?”

She nodded as best she could, whimpering to his touch, longing for permission. “When I do let you cum, I’m going to finish on your face.”

She was desperate now, so close to climax. She nodded again as he pushed deep down her throat, choking with saliva.

“Cum for me”.

The words had barely left his tongue when a shuddering wave of pleasure exploded through her body. She screamed, gagging in ecstasy as her body convulsed with each contortion. He pulled his cock from her mouth, dripping with spit. Twitching, he came hard on her face. Sticky ropes of hot cum lathered her from chin to forehead.

“Good”, he sighed. “You’ve made a mess of yourself. You look beautiful”.

He walked across the lounge, leaving her confused on the sofa – cum drenched, makeup smeared and soaked in her own essence. Her legs continued to shake as the aftershocks of pleasure quivered to her core. He opened a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and took a long gulp.

She watched as his face changed again, loving eyes replacing the fire that had been there moments earlier. He shook his head, “I’m not sure what that was”.

“Me neither”, she replied between long breaths. “But I liked it”.

“It was me, but not me. I can’t explain it”.

“Well whoever it was do you think he could visit us again?” She asked.
A wicked smile spread across his lips. “I don’t see why not”.

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