TL/DR: Allow me to detail Tony Stark’s D/s foreplay. Kinda softcore.
**Stark style**
Tony Stark’s dominant style is forged by the same burning intensity, empathy and awareness [he brings to the rest of his life](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8zcor2/fm_that_time_i_sucked_tony_starks_dick_at_the/?st=JJVFQ2HD&sh=9ccaa40e). He is my fearless natural guide, relentlessly prodding the boundaries to darker pleasures.
Tony holds my head like a lead, using my nape and abundant hair as a leash to guide my movements. From the moment he strolled into my apartment and immediately started making out with me, he collected the long, heavy length of my hair into a thick cable, wrapping it around his rough hand. He settled his hard grip in a incessant jumble at the base of my neck.
His mouth drank mine like wine, our lips thirsty, tongues taunting. I swayed in his embrace, trying to memorize his broad shoulders and wide back with my touch. I traced the colorful tattoos on his arms and cupped his face in my palms, stroking the soft bristles of his bearded chin. I licked his lips with urgency, savoring his taste, the hint of whiskey on his breath.
Tony squeezed my nape, his fingers threaded through my silky tendrils. With his grip firmly entangled in my hair, he steers my mouth with a flick of his wrist. The slightest pressure or tilt in direction clearly communicates how to please him: how deeply or lightly to kiss, how far back to arch my body, how hard to grind my hips. Small, subtle gestures broadcast his every desire to my instinctual response.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he growled, briefly releasing my hair and head, nibbling my exposed outstretched neck. I felt vacant; incomplete absent the clutching pressure on the back of my neck.
Tony rapidly ran his hands over my body, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, fingers digging into my ass before sliding up my skirt. Groaning, he assessed his prey, grabbing my hips and grinding my sex hard against his cock. His straining bulge threatened to burst through his pants. He wraps an arm around my waist and I moan, sliding my hands under his black T-shirt, pulling it over his head. I ran my palms over his bare chiseled chest, rubbing his nipples with my thumbs.
**Stark naked**
Smiling through our kisses, he interrupts my exploration, swiftly pulling my dress up and over my head. I hold my hands high to undress smoothly. Tony takes advantage of my arched back and naked vulnerability.
He slaps my right tit, HARD, making it bounce. I wince and yelp, startled, but arch deeper, further yielding to his whim.
“Please, please, please,” I begged, my voice ragged and eager, body bent like a bow. He grabbed the base of my neck, raising my flushed face to meet his directly.
“Please, what, you little whore?,” he demanded, his dark brown eyes searching my face to assess the authenticity of my response.
“Please, don’t,” I gasped, reaching to wrap my arms around his neck, “don’t stop fucking with me, Tony, just please don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Tony laughed, “Stop? Oh, I’m just getting started, little slut,” he replied, matter-of-fact. Strong arm around my waist and grip buried in my hair, he sets me upright. My mind hazy, my thoughts refuse to keep pace with my body’s rising pleasure. He pressed firmly on the base of my neck.
“On your knees. Down,” he ordered.
I settled onto my knees and reached for his groin, expecting to unzip and take him into my mouth.
“No,” he barked, bucking his hips out of my grasp. Tony sharply slaps my left tit, HARD. A long punishing lash, a deep red welt swells across my caramel skin. I cringe at his disappointed tone and raise my wide eyes, pleading silently.
“All the way down, little pet,” he explains, pressing insistent at the back of my neck.
**Sex pet**
I crouched down on all fours, ass raised high, leaning into his grip. I feel his fingers lazily glide over my back, drifting over my spine, making me shiver. He squeezes my ass cheek, massaging my flesh, and then inexplicably hits my ass so hard it jiggles.
I cry out in pain and surprise. Incongruously relaxing my neck and shoulders, I ease into his hold in my hair. Tony rests my forehead on the cold, hard floor. I push my ass out angling even further. He slaps my ass sharply again, the loud clap resonating. I whimper.
He teasingly slides his fingers through my ass crack, circling my tiny asshole, making his methodical way to my slick pussy. My hips twitch suggestively, but Tony takes his sweet time. He draws slow circles on my swollen pussy lips, never once entering me, only taunting my hungry cunt.
I whine when his fingers lift, only to squeal as he slaps my soaked pussy. Without a moment’s recovery, he slaps my pussy again with hard purpose, a few times in succession. The blows echo sharp, loud, and squishy. He abuses my pussy languidly as I squirm and cry out, splayed prostrate before him. Tony strokes his craven exotic slut appreciatively and I quiver, dripping at his feet.
“Very nice,” he says, admiring his crimson marks, the wet gleam of my juicy pussy and the heart-shaped slope of my raised ass. He gently shakes my head in his fist.
“C’mon, slut,” Tony says, standing tall and walking toward the bedroom, pulling my head near his knees to follow. My blood beating, I’m forced to crawl alongside him like a wild animal, the icy floor harsh against my bare legs and palms. I paw at his pant legs, and he slows his pace.
“Atta, girl,” he says steadily. Tony studies the emotions flickering across my face, absorbing my excited delight, concerned apprehension, and tender supplication.
He deposits me in the center of the bedroom and I wrap my naked body around his knees, hiding my face in his crotch, trembling with desire. “Please, please, please,” I begged again, curled prettily around his legs, my desperate hands squeezing his thighs and tight ass.
“Please, what, little slut?,” he pries from me, tilting my head in his hold so I’m forced to gaze up at him.
**Sub slip**
There is a release switch to my submission, a point when my day-to-day ego and persona disappear. The critical voices in my mind (reservations, anticipations, expectations, and second-guesses) are silenced. I am finally anchored to the present. My mind and body seamlessly sync, my self reduced to a singular burning purpose. It feels like a secret visceral key unlocking a greater current. Click.
“Please let me please you,” I entreat. “Can’t you see I only want to please you?” I whispered, humiliation creeping at the edge of my voice. I tried to hide my face in his groin, clawing feral at his pants, but he pulls my head back to watch me plead.
“I need to please you, Tony, won’t you let me, please? I need to please you, please.” My glazed eyes stared up at his. Tony’s heartfelt smile plainly betrayed his thorough enjoyment of my debasement.
“You *do* please me,” he soothed. “So much,” he whispered, brushing my hair from my face, twisting stray, sable locks into his grip.
“Say it,” he urged, raising me close, my torso lengthening. He pressed my forehead against his, eyes darting over my burning face.
“Please lemme suck your cock, Tony,” I whispered, closing my eyes against his inspection. “Please I wannit, I wannit, I want your dick in my mouth so bad. Gimmie gimmie your fucking cock, please?”
“Oh yes, my little whore,” Tony sighed relenting, laying a tender kiss on my cheek.
“[Now you can suck my dick](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/90p8vg/fm_ds_2_facefucked_so_this_one_time_tony_stark/?st=JJVG0JLS&sh=4f5c2707).”
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