I went to bed that night, a little confused. Nothing else had happened. I didn’t want to ask him about it and ruin the surprise, though, so I just went on with my night, little thrills of anticipation and arousal running through my body whenever I remembered the amazing feelings from earlier.
The house was dark and quiet when I awoke, groggy and disoriented. I looked around for a moment, then tried to bring my hands down to rub my eyes, and was stopped short.
My hands were bound with rope, and had apparently been tied to the bars of the headboard.
Fear sang through my body as I began to explore with my fingers, trying to find a place where I could begin effecting my release. I must have made a noise, because in an instant, there was a man-shaped shadow in front of me, and a callused hand across my mouth.
“None of that, now,” a low voice growled. “Or you’ll regret it.” The threat only made me struggle harder. Where was my husband? The bed shifted as my assailant sat down beside me on the bed and leaned close enough to whisper, “Remember, the safe word is unicorn.”
I sagged against the rope as relief flooded through me. Jesus Christ, you scared me! I wanted to shout at him, but he hadn’t removed his hand from my mouth yet. He left it there for several more moments, and finally, in the rougher tone from before, asked, “Are you gonna be a good girl now?” I nodded meekly, and he pulled his hand away. I held my silence, and be added, “That’s it, good girl.”
In one sudden motion, he ripped the covers off of me, and I was exposed to the chill air, a stark reminder of the fact that I sleep nude. He stood for a moment, looking down at my body, and then he grabbed my breast roughly, squeezing. I couldn’t help but give a little mewling cry. He chuckled at my response, then climbed onto the bed, straddling my ribcage, his knees almost in my armpits.
There was a rustling sound, and his cock poked me in the face. I gritted my teeth and turned my head to the side to avoid it, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to face forward again. His powerful fingers pinched between my teeth until he had forced my mouth open, and then his cock was inside my mouth. He let it sit there for a long moment, then he began to thrust himself into my face. I sputtered, my legs kicking, but with him in that position and my hands tied, there was nothing I could do but lie there as he fucked my mouth.
He moaned a little, and to my surprise, I answered him with a small moan of my own. I was getting turned on by this. There was just something about being trapped and overwhelmed, completely at his mercy…
His thrusting was becoming deeper and more intense, his moans were louder, and I began to choke a little as his cock found its way down my throat. I gagged as he gave one final thrust, and I felt his cum spurting down my throat. I swallowed convulsively, desperate to keep up. After a moment, he withdrew.
“Good girl,” he repeated, stroking my face as I gasped for air. I tried to catch his thumb in my mouth, to bite it, but he was too fast. He slapped my face lightly, warning me. “Now now, don’t start that, or this is gonna get ugly.” I stared up at him, the roleplay and my arousal warring for control of my expression. I guess arousal won, because he leaned back, reached behind him, and plunged two fingers straight into my dripping pussy. I bit back a moan.
“Oh, are you enjoying this then?” he teased, thrusting his fingers into me. I closed my eyes and shook my head firmly, but he didn’t stop. I felt him turn around, face the other way, and his fingers resumed their thrusting. The new angle let him curl his fingers up and into my g-spot, and I fought to keep from responding.
“N-no,” I managed through gritted teeth. “I’m not enjoying it. I want you to stop.” I felt him lean forward.
“I don’t believe you,” he said, his breath hot against my folds. “Look at this. You’re dripping wet. You love this, you little slut.” His tongue reached out and lapped against my clit, once, twice, three times, and this time I couldn’t stop myself. His tongue and his fingers conspired to wrench an orgasm out of me. My body bucked beneath him, held firmly in place by his weight and the ropes. I stifled my moans as much as I could, but I couldn’t keep them inside. He withdrew from my pussy, leaving me breathless and quivering.
“See? You love it. I knew you would,” he said smugly. “In fact, I know what you would like even better.” I felt his weight shifting off of me, saw his shadow repositioning itself. I crossed my legs as soon as I had the chance, locking my ankles together. He tsked as he looked down at me, stroking his cock back to full strength.
“That’s not very friendly,” he admonished me. “Open up, I wanna come in.” I closed my eyes and shook my head emphatically. Holy fuck, the pressure of my legs being closed was almost enough to make me cum again. My thigh muscles started to flex, trying to get just the right amount of pressure on my swollen clit.
A line of cold pressure on my breast froze me. I held perfectly still as I felt it drag across my skin, felt a tiny bit of scratching as a sharp point trailed behind with just the barest hint of pressure. I knew that sensation. It had been so long since we had done this, I had forgotten. He, apparently, had not.
I opened my eyes, and saw the light through the window glinting off the blade he held up for me to see. He waved it slowly back and forth, and my eyes locked onto it, like he was hypnotizing me.
“You see this?” I nodded. “You know what it is?” I nodded again. “You gonna be a good girl?” A third nod. My pulse was racing and my breath was coming in ragged gasps. Fuck, I had forgotten. I had forgotten how fucking hot this was. My husband chuckled, deep in his throat, and repeated, “Open up. Go on now, be a good girl.”
I hesitated, not willing to give in so easily, even though my cunt was aching for him at this point. A moment later, he had the flat edge of the blade pressed against my throat. I gasped and slowly, reluctantly, uncrossed my ankles and spread my legs, leaving myself completely open and vulnerable.
Another chuckle. “That’s better.” The knife left my throat for a moment as he settled himself between my legs, nudging them further apart with his knees. He rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance and groaned softly. “Holy shit, you’re so wet,” he whispered, sending a shiver through me.
Without warning, he plunged the entire length of his dick straight into me. I yelped, and he paused for a moment to allow me to adjust, but soon began pumping himself into my pussy in long, smooth strokes. He leaned down to kiss me, and I turned my head to the side to avoid it, but he just buried his face against my neck. Licking, kissing, nuzzling, and when I didn’t respond, biting.
I moaned. I couldn’t help myself. I was being completely dominated by my husband, and it was one of the hottest things I had ever experienced. His rock-hard cock was evidence that he was enjoying it too, as he thrust into me over and over again. I could feel an orgasm building, low in my abdomen, and my voice became wilder, louder. My moans urged him on, and he began to fuck me harder, faster, deeper. When he hit my cervix it hurt, caused a little white hot spike of pain with every thrust, but it didn’t matter. I came anyway, my pussy clamping down on him and my body convulsing as I screamed in rhythm with his thrusts.
He reached down for my ankles, and pulled one leg up over his shoulder and the other around his waist, then resumed fucking me. My arms pulled and strained against the rope, my breasts bounced, my body shook as I came again, harder this time. And again. And again. Every muscle in my body tensed, even my breath stopped, as an enormously powerful orgasm seemed to turn my body inside out, and a scream clawed its way out of my throat. I was dimly aware that hot liquid was gushing out of me, running down my ass, soaking the bed.
And still he kept fucking me, his pace frantic now. His cock slammed into me with thunderous force, causing my entire body to bounce. I could feel another orgasm building, and as it crashed over me he came too, both of us crying out in desperate pleasure as he emptied his load deep into my pussy.
We sat that way for a long moment, neither of us having the strength to move or speak. Finally, he stirred and pulled his softening cock out of me, then rolled to the side.
“You good?” he asked, breathless. I just nodded, still gasping. “Good,” he said as he reached up to untie my hands. When they were free, he kissed my cheek tenderly. I wrapped my arms around him and drew him close.
“Thanks for the surprise,” I whispered, my face buried in his neck. He just nodded and held me. And that’s how we fell asleep.
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Whoa, really edgy there, but insanely hot! Thanks for posting. ?