[28F] What I Really Mean by ‘Rough’ [MF] [BD]

I stand pressed against the table, hands on the cool countertop, as you trace a fingertip down my spine. I feel the goosebumps tickle my back as you bend close to my ear.

“Were you a good girl today?” you ask, the warmth of your breath against my neck.

“Yes” I answer quickly, too quickly.
You’re silent as your fingers move back up my spine and down my shoulders, brushing the thin straps of my dress down onto my arms. My mind races as your silence lingers a few more seconds.

“I don’t believe you.”

I consider protesting but your hand has already softly snaked around my throat, gently pushing the sides of neck, and I think better of it as you tip my head back against your chest. Your other arm wraps around my waist, scrunching the fabric of my dress against my stomach as you press my back into your body. As you pull closer, kissing the slope of my neck and shoulder, my dress is pulled higher, pulling me onto my tippy toes and exposing the lace of my panties.
I suck in breath, at the mercy of whatever your mouth and hands want to take from me. I feel you slowly harden against my ass and the adrenaline and excitement makes me dizzy.
I whimper once, faintly, as one warm, rough hand slides down between my legs and squeezes my thigh as your other hand tightens across my throat.

“Shhh,” you say, and I do, ready to obey you as long as you don’t stop.

“Were you a good girl?”
As your hand squeezes slightly harder, I find I can’t answer.

“No?” You ask one more time.

My breath hitches as I feel your palm press against my pussy with no warning. A moan escapes from my throat. I already want to beg, plead for you to touch me, to push my panties to the side and run your fingers down my slick wetness. I try to subtly cross my legs to get some satisfaction, not daring to touch myself with my own hands before you let me.
You suddenly release your hands and I feel eagerness wash over me as you turn me around. My hands frantically try to pry your belt from its latch. You grab my hands, both my wrists encased in your grip and you shove me to my knees.
With your free hand, you reach into your back pocket. I’m too enamored with the shape of your hardness outlined by your taught jeans, now at my eye level, to notice you’ve pulled out a short length of soft rope and are tying it around my wrists. With the yank of a knot, my hands are bound.

You lift my arms and reach down to pull my dress over my head. I’m naked now, save for the small pair of lace panties, but eagerness overshadows any bashfulness. I look at your expression, trying to surmise your thoughts, wondering how to please you…willing to do it for you, whatever it cost me. You let my arms down and they fall to my lap. I’m impatient and edge closer on my knees to you.

“Stay” you say. I stop, settling into the floor again.

Finally you take off your belt, sliding it through its loops as you gaze into my eyes from above me. You set your belt on the counter in arms reach.
You gently push my hair back behind my ears. I close my eyes at the blissful touch but suddenly feel you grab my hair and pull my head back to look at you.

“You know you need to be punished for lying to me” you say, keeping your steady gaze on mine as you pull down the zipper on your jeans and release yourself.

I nod with what little range I have with my hair in your grasp.
Suddenly you push my head forward, my mouth opening to let all of your cock into it, the surprise making me gag as it pushes past my tongue and into my tight throat. My face is completely pressed against you as my throat contracts in a panic. My hands are useless, grasping helplessly to your leg, and I feel my mouth filling with saliva. You pull my head back just as I feel the overwhelming need to gasp for air, spit connecting your cock to my lips in a thin line. Before I get a full breath, you shove your cock into my mouth again and start stroking yourself with my warm tongue. My throat is telling me to stop but my increasingly wet pussy is urging me to let you have your way.

After a few moments you put your hands on the counter and push me back with your cock in my mouth so I’m flush against the cabinets and you’re stroking into my mouth with abandon. The constant attack on my throat starts to make my eyes water and drool starts sliding down the side of my mouth. You pound away, using my mouth like a pussy. Before long, saliva starts to run down my neck and tears are flowing down my cheeks. I’m panting and gulping for air but when you pull away, I attempt to put you in my mouth again, if only to let you know you haven’t pushed me too far, I’m still yours to use.
Before I do, you tip my chin up, my spit coating your finger tips.
“Get up,” you say. Without my hands, it takes me a second too long for your liking so you reach down, pulling my wrists up and I sense the eagerness in your body. You turn me away and push me down on the cold counter, my arms flung out in front of me. You spread my legs by kicking them to the side with one of yours and suddenly my panties are being pulled down my legs so fast it nearly irritates my sensitive skin. I feel an eagerness bordering on panic, being exposed to you, the cool air touching my pussy as it drips down my thighs. Suddenly I feel your warm fingers touch my sensitive clit and I cry out unexpectedly from the sensation.

“Oh, God, you’re a little slut aren’t you.” You muse.
You circle my clit with your fingers, your forearms against my ass and I already feel the excitement building into an explosion. I can’t answer.

“You are, aren’t you? Soaking just from someone using your mouth like a toy.”
I feel lightheaded.

“Answer me.”

I panic. I barely remember what you said.
You take your magical touch away from me and I scramble to make it reappear.

“No. Please. Please keep going. Please.”

“Answer me. Are you a little whore?”

You slap my ass, hard, and I wince as it leaves a burning sting on my skin.

“Yes.”
You spank me harder and I yelp in pain.

“Yes!” I say again.

“Whose?”
I hesitate. Not knowing if I want the fiery sting of another spank.
Wrapped up in my thoughts, I don’t realize your belt is missing. I hear a snap behind me. And then I feel it: the crack of your belt against my skin. I feel tears sting my eyes as I scramble to answer you. It’s too late, you whip me again, surely leaving deep red marks on me.

After a meager sob, I tell you what you want to hear: “I’m yours. I’m yours, I promise. I’m your whore, just for you. Please. I’m yours I promise.”

My pleading has turned pitiful and I feel your satisfaction like a cool breeze on my skin.
“Tell me what the little whore wants then.” You say.

I can feel your cock teasing me as it pushes against my pussy. I lift my face up as I try desperately to push back onto it, trying to mix the pleasure with the pain and satisfy the deep need I have to feel your cock in me. I’m desperate for you to fill me, to claim me. I push against you. Swiftly, you reach forward and slap my face and then grab my jaw with your powerful grip. I feel your chest against my back and I’m flattened against the countertop. I exhale, the welt on my cheek warming gradually.
“Tell me with your words”
I reel from the slap but I manage to
Obey.
“I want you to fuck me.”

“Where?”

“Wherever you want. You can fuck me wherever you want. Just, please? Please.” I feel like I’m spiraling into a warm bath of stinging pleasure and deliriously blissful pain.

You stand straight again.

“Beg for it” you say, flatly.

I utter a string of desperate “pleases” before you cut me off by shoving your thick cock deeply into my pussy with one hard push. I nearly scream from the explosion of pleasure radiating like tidal waves from my deep inside me. My wrists are rubbing against the rope as my hands look mindlessly for something to hold onto, to anchor me as my world turns upside down. My clit is throbbing, begging to be touched, but your hands are occupied by holding my throat with one, squeezing my ass with the other.

You pound into me over and over again, each stroke making my eyes roll back and bringing me closer to a mounting orgasm that I know will rack my whole body.
Your hand releases my neck and you hoist my leg onto the counter, leaving my other foot a few inches off the floor. The change let’s you push your thick cock deeper against me. You fill me so adeptly now that it’s painful and I yelp with each thrust. The unrelenting painful pleasure is close to cresting in an orgasm when suddenly your hands are pulling me from the counter and onto the floor.
“No, please, I’m so close,” I say as you lower me onto the floor. I desperately want you to keep going.
The weight of your body settles between my legs as my protests continue.

You place a hand over my mouth before uttering a controlled, “Relax. Or I won’t give you what you want.”

I’m reduced to moans and whimpers through your fingers once again as you pound into my tight pussy. I feel it building again, quickly.

“Are you gonna come from me using your little pussy? From getting fucked like a doll?”

You’re looking into my eyes, convincing me with a little smile of what I know is true: that I’m a slut for you and you rule over my pleasure and pain. I’m a slut for your cock and I’d worship you if it meant you’d reward me with its cum.

With your words and your quick, deep thrusts, I can’t contain it any longer and finally come completely undone. I scream into your cupped hand as waves of pleasure wash across my body and my back arches off the floor. I feel wetness cascade down my thighs and my eyes roll back as pleasure pours through me like rolling earthquakes. You gently coax me down from the delicious high you’ve given me with tender “shhh’s” in my ear. You silently move your hands to the back of my neck, to keep my weak body in place for your final shoves into me. My clit is so sensitive that when you finally push all the way into me to flood my pussy with your cum, I cry out as you press your body into mine and pant into my ear one last time. Your body collapses on mine with you still faintly pulsing in me. Exhaustion overwhelms me and my eyes flutter closed to the feeling of your lips lightly pressing against my neck.

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