Aria and I met at the exact right time in both of our lives. We had both just gotten out of serious, long-term relationships. Our break-ups were messy ends to toxic relationships that had been on life support until we pulled the plug. I dropped in to the coffee shop she worked at from time to time, although we knew each other through friends-of-friends outside of her work. One day while we were making small talk she gave me her number and we got to texting all night.
We vented about our exes and talked about the relief and the numbness we were both feeling. Part of it just didn’t feel real. Like clockwork though the conversation shifted to how we could make ourselves feel something. You may know where this is headed. Our first ‘date’, if you want to call it that, ended with some of the rawest, roughest sex I’ve had to this day. This woman bruised me and drug her nails through my back, drawing blood on occasion. I’d respond by picking her up and fucking her against the wall till she couldn’t see straight.
Sometimes we’d just edge each other for hours (this was not a good time for my sleep schedule) until we couldn’t take it anymore. I kind of got the feeling that Aria liked me because I could play it cool and play the role of dom to her liking. She was a real aloof type of girl that wanted to keep her walls up at all times. I think she liked to be in control a little bit, which I didn’t mind. On some level I think we were both using the other as a surrogate to hate-fuck our exes. Yeah, we both needed to work through some shit, anyway.
Aria was a tall, pale girl. The kind who looked like a wallflower at a party but she secretly didn’t give a damn what anyone thought. She had long, natural red hair that framed her surprisingly delicate face. On any given night she’d usually be wearing these oversized glasses and a leather jacket with whatever outfit she chose. Kinda had this hipster biker fashion sense with Big Tsundere Energy behind it all. She looked like a soft little nerd but she was about as prickly as they come.
In an attempt to keep her interested I started dipping my toes into BDSM a bit. I ended up ordering cuffs, a ball-gag and finally my first paddle. After a glass or two of whiskey, one night I sent her a picture. More of a modern work of art if I’m being honest. Laid perfectly parallel in the center of the shot were 3 items: my cuffs, a neck tie, and my leather paddle. No words, just that photo. She responded immediately that she was on her way. Not 15 minutes later she was stripped down to her lingerie in my bedroom as I tied my tie around her eyes.
Fastening the shackles around her wrists, I shoved her onto the bed face first. Her big juicy ass was up in the air just begging to be slapped, so I gave her a few firm strikes just to get her warmed up. She let out a few excited squeals, begging “Harder, please.” Reeling back, I swung my open palm again and again. I grazed the meat of her ass each time just enough to have that sting that she wanted. Focusing on the same spot until her butt was rosy red. “Harder!” she demanded. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t about to give it so easily.
“That’s enough from you,” I barked at her, pulling her black lace panties off. As I did I watched a long, unbroken strand of sticky grool stretch between her slick slit and her panties. This girl was leaking like a faucet. The inside of her panties were smeared with her juices.
“I’m sorry, master,” she pleaded. Probably the first and only time I’ve heard a girl say that but I didn’t hate it. I decided to really ham it up and play along.
“I said shut the fuck up,” I hissed as I crammed her soaked panties into her open mouth. “Mouthy little slut.” As she felt my breath on her dripping pussy she let out a muffled moan from her stuffed lips. I squeezed her ass cheeks and spread them open before giving her a little bite on the left and a nice, hard slap on the right. This time she jolted as she moaned. “Much better,” I teased her as I picked up my leather paddle. Slowly, excruciatingly so, I drug the paddle up her thigh, slowing to a crawl and stopping just below her hot sex.
Taking the flat side of the paddle I pressed it against her clit and ran it along her drenched pussy lips. Her hips flinched and rose instinctively as she trembled. Just as the paddle reached the curve of her ass I swung down hard, stinging her cheek with a muffled scream. I bent down and kissed the spot where I had spanked her before standing and striking again. And again. Her body writhed with each strike as she’d let out little whimpers.
By the time I was done she was leaking into a tiny pool between her knees on the bed and her ass was thoroughly bruised. I took turns alternating between the quick sting of the paddle and the blunt force of my palm. My hand was fucking numb but I was not about to show weakness.
“Are you ready to be used?” I asked her. She shook her head and let out the best ‘mhm’ she could muster with her dirty panties wedged between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Without warning I pushed my cock inside of her until my hips were flush against her tender ass. I heard her let out a loud, almost relieved, grunt as I rooted myself in her. With one hand I grabbed a handful of her long, red hair and pulled her head back as I plunged into her over and over. With the other I pulled the panties out of her mouth and rested my hand on her hip to anchor our thrusts.
“Oh fuck yes,” she growled, still catching her breath. Every time I buried myself to the base she let out these adorable little grunts that were building into a crescendo. So I grabbed her by the throat and pulled her back against my chest.
“You will not cum without my permission, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she nodded desperately. I pushed her head back into the bed and continued to rail her like my life depended on it. Before long she was drooling into the sheet, breathlessly begging, “Please… let me…” I kept fucking her without a word. “Please…” I could feel myself on the brink as well so I conceded.
“Fine, you dirty, little bitch. Cum,” I made sure to keep my pace strong for as long as I could before ripping my cock out of her so fast that I think I splattered the bed with more of her juices. As she convulsed and tensed from her climax, I walked over to her mouth, grabbed a handful of her hair and plastered her little chin with the first couple ropes of my load. Then I shoved my cock between her moaning lips and buried it until I emptied my balls down the back of her throat. To make sure I was good and dry I went ahead and fucked her mouth while she reached down and played with herself with her cuffed hands.
By the time the night was over her ass was all shades of purple and her cunt was red and raw. I used her until she couldn’t take it anymore and blew my loads in her holes until I was spent. We didn’t so much sleep as we did collapse, stinking of sex, sweat and cum. In the morning she went to work at the coffee shop and in the evening she sent me a text asking if she could come over again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j6x02g/mf_domination_rough_sex_with_a_stuckup_hipster
Holy fuck that was intense. Loved it!!!