I’ve been working all day and I’m tired. I come home to find you sitting in the comfortable, high-backed chair, in the living room. You’re reading another romance novel. You’re sitting there in just a t-shirt and panties. I wonder if you have gotten to the “good part” of the story yet and if you are turned on. Are you wet and waiting for my touch, or so engrossed in the novel that you don’t notice the desire my eyes?
There is only a small lamp in the room. It sits on the end table next to you, casting a shadow across your face and hair. The sight of your bare legs makes my cock swell inside my jeans. You glance up at me. There is a knowing look upon your face. I begin to speak and you look down at your book, cutting me off without speaking.
I am overcome with the need to have you. I bend over to kiss you and you say, “Shhh.” It is either a good part of the book or you are toying with me. You know what I want. I will not let you “Shhh” me. I take the book from your hand. You begin to protest as I lay it face down, open to the page you were on, by the lamp. I look at you and without speaking you know I am now in charge. I take you hand and try to lead you into the bedroom but you are trying to protest. You don’t get up from the chair. I’m not a man to be trifled with. I bend over and pick you up and carry you toward the bedroom.
You struggle a little in my arms. I put you down and immediately pick you back up and throw you over my shoulder. I repeat to myself, “I am in charge now.” All of a sudden, you are talkative. You start asking about my day. I don’t answer, I have other things on my mind, concupiscence. You are mine and I will not be denied.
I carry you into the bedroom and roughly throw you face down on the bed. You are a little startled and scared by how rough and forceful I am as I loom over you. You try to chat, your nervousness getting the best of you. One of my hands presses down on the back of your head, holding you, silencing you. You hear the night stand drawer open. You know what is in the drawer but you are not sure if you are ready for it. You try to scramble further up the bed, trying to get away. I grab your ankle and drag you to the edge of the bed. Before you can say anything, you feel the silkiness of the blindfold being put over your head.
I adjust it quickly, not allowing you to pick your head up. The world has become black, your eyes are covered and your sense of sight is gone. My hands are instantly on your ass, kneading it, squeezing it, pawing at it. You try to lift your hips up, hoping I won’t rip your favorite pair of panties off but I push you back down. In one hard, furious tear, your panties are torn from your body. Your heart is racing, fear is threatening to overcome you. “Shit. Shit. Shit!” is all you can say.
I pull my shirt off over my head. I say, “Hold still.” I grab the collar of your t-shirt and in another powerful show of strength, I tear it from top to bottom. Your back is now fully exposed from my perspective and I can hear a slight whimper escape your lips. You know that I will now take what I want. You cannot stop me. My hand presses between your shoulder blades and lightly slides down your spine stopping just short of your ass and massages its way back up again. This is not what you expected. The touch is so light that it throws you completely off guard. You’re expecting me to hurt you. I drop my pants to the floor. I am fully naked, my hard cock looming, towering over you.
You feel the weight of my body lowered onto the bed and you think, “Oh no. Here it is. He’s going to do it.” Your body tenses as the bed squeaks under my weight. I feel the tension in your body, in the room. I say, “Relax!” in a harsh, commanding voice. I grab both of your ass cheeks and lower my head onto your back. I turn my face until my cheek is resting on your spine. I slowly slide my head down your back, following the same lines my hand just traced, and continue onto your ass. You feel the stubble of my beard against your skin. I’ve been unexpectantly gentle for the last few moments and this relaxes you just enough that you don’t expect the bite. I don’t bite hard, but it catches you off guard and puts your body back onto screech mode. You yelp and try to look over your shoulder at me but you are still blindfolded and everything is dark.
I step off the bed to the side of the night dresser grabbing your right hand and ankle as I do. In one move, I pull you up, off the bed, and flip you over, onto your back. It is a show of strength and speed and another indicator of who is in charge. I let go and open the night stand drawer again. You here clinking. You mind runs wild. Is that a chain you hear?
I jump onto the bed placing one knee on each side of you and begin securing the chains to the wall. You try to struggle but I overpower you. I speak at a little more than a whisper, “You are mine. You will do as I say.” And with that, your wrists are wrapped in soft leather and pulled over your head. The leather is attached to the thick, sturdy chain. You are now helpless.
You feel my hands tear the sleeves of your t-shirt and you are now fully naked, chained and blindfolded. Everything is happening so suddenly and you are not prepared for when my weigh comes down upon you as I slide between your legs. My mouth immediately suctioning onto your right breast. Your mind races, no. Not like this. I need more time. And then the sensation overtakes you. A high pitched, breathy little gasp escapes your throat. And then you’re mortified and think, “What the hell was that. He’s going to think…” My mouth sucks and pulls off your nipple, causing it to be erect, and moves to your left breast. You begin thinking, “Oh what is he doing with his mouth?” You try to get a full breath but your lungs aren’t working right. My hand moves and starts to massage the breast I was just suckling while my mouth continues on the other. I pluck and tug at the nipple. In your mind you are thinking, “Holy crap. It feels like it is connected to a live wire that goes straight to my…”
Your whole-body jolts and without thinking about it you try to move both of your hands to my head. You’ve forgotten that you are restrained. You don’t know if you want to encourage me or try to buck me off. You struggle with the sensations, it is all so much, so fast. Your whole-body feels restless. You need to be moving, doing something. Or maybe not. Maybe you should just lay here and enjoy the crazy, intense things I am doing to you. Maybe you should just fully give in to it.
But in the back of your mind, you keep thinking, “This is all wrong. This isn’t supposed to be happening. Not like this. No, not like this. This is not the man that I want to be with. This is some monster, some stranger, some side of him I didn’t see.” But you can’t help hide the fact that you are outright panting now. Your legs are twisting beneath me. Your body is taking over as your hips start to tilt up, towards me. I slide one of my legs out, placing it over your leg not allowing you to rub your clit up against me. The very thought of this exciting you causes you to be ashamed. You try to stop moving and lay still but the sensations I am pulling out of you are so foreign.
My free hand traces down between your breasts and grips your hip. And you can’t even try to hide the fact that you are all out panting now. You think, “Oh God!” as my fingers knead and grip at the flesh of your hip. “What am I doing? Why is my body reacting this way?” Your breath hitches as I reach my hand around to your ass as I pull you into me. I’m hard, so fucking hard. You can feel it. The thought should terrify you, and you are terrified, but you are also wet between your legs. Drenched actually. There is a wet spot forming on the comforter below you.
Now my hand that was caressing your ass, swings around and slides between your legs. Your first thought is, “I don’t want to you to know how wet you’ve made me.” You try to move your hips away. But now you thrust your hips into me because you need me, want me. My fingers immediately seek out your engorged little bud as I start to press and circle with perfect pressure. It feels both so wrong and SOOO right. Your stomach clenches as I continue to rub, and rub. All you can feel is one sensation cascading over another; the rasp of my beard against your breast, my tongue and teeth torturing your nipple so exquisitely and those talented fingers taking you higher and higher. Without meaning to, you thrust your hips up into my hands. You are climbing so much higher that any orgasm in the past. You’ve never felt anything like this before.
The fingers and thumb of my other hand alternate between rolling and pinching your nipple, gentle to rough. This amps up your pleasure even higher. “I need to taste you.” I say as I lower myself down your body. My mouth, hands and fingers are gone from your body. You can’t help yourself as you moan in protest. Your whole-body arches towards me. And then you are flooded with both shame and relief and you think, “Maybe he will untie me now. Maybe that is all I will have to endure tonight.”
You flop back on the bed as you hear the bedside drawer open again. And you start thinking, “NO. NO. No. What is he going to do to me now?” Your mind is racing and you start to pant. Your heart is pounding in your chest. You hear the leather being loosened and all of a sudden, your wrists are free. Relief sweeps over you. Perspiration appears on your skin. You slowly start to move your hands down from over your head when I seize them. I hold both of your wrists in one of my hands and bind them together with a belt. Your body tenses all over again as your mind go berserk. You scream inside your head, “No. I thought this was all over.”
My hands shove your thighs open. Your mind thinks, “Oh no. Here it comes. Brace yourself.” You almost jump out of your skin at the feeling of my warm breath, the touch of my silky soft tongue tracing up your inner left thigh. Receiving pleasure when you expected pain is a shock to your system. You don’t know what to do, what to think. I graze my stubbled cheek across your inner thigh stopping at the apex. And then my tongue joins in where the scraping of my jaw ends. It’s an agonizing contrast. You aren’t sure if you are in heaven or in hell.
When my tongue slides up the center of your slit, you shudder with pleasure and breath in so sharply that you are afraid you might pass out. Just moments ago, you thought… And now, “Oh God!” With the simplest of touches I have you limp and mewling by my searching tongue. You’re horrified by your lusty reaction to me and think, “How can I be turn on by this? How can this be happening to me? Awwwwwwww it feels so good.”
Your whole-body spasms as my tongue reaches the promised land and I suck on your clit. “Yes! Right there.” You moan. Then I pull back so just the very tip of my tongue teases your clit. Up and down and then side to side. “Holy! Oh shit. Oh my… I’ve never… I didn’t even know it could feel like this.” I push your legs open even wider as I continue eating at you like a man starved. A groan of pleasure wretches from your chest as the tide of pleasure rises within you.
Your mind fights between, “No. Stop. Please. And more! Please. More!” You yank at your arm restraints to find that you are only bound at the wrists. You pull your arms down and press my head into you. You’ve never been so needy before. I suck your whole clit into my mouth and a high-pitched whine escapes your throat. But then after sucking and eating you like no one has ever done before, I pull back lightly kissing you. You say, “No. Wait. I…” Rational thought has left you. You are so close. You are riding that blissful edge. It is so much higher and brighter than ever before. You say, “Oh God, I need it. It’s right there.” You try to lift your hips up to my mouth while you push down on my head.
I slide both of my hands under your ass and dip my tongue inside your pussy. A long, deep thrust of my tongue that make your limbs quake, your eyes pop open inside the hood and you cry out in shock and pleasure at the intrusion. One-hand swings around and my thumb takes over where my mouth left off at your clit. If you thought I was eating your pussy hungrily before it is of no comparison to now. My tongue thrust in and out. I kiss and lick at the swollen lips of your sex and then a finger from my other hand joins my tongue slipping inside your sopping hole. You cry out, “Yes! God yes.” Your whole-body clenches around my finger and tongue as they press further and further inside you. My mouth goes back to your clit as my finger continues to explore inside you. First to a knuckle and then deeper until you feel the base of my hand against your pelvis. You let out a loud, long moan as the finger inside pushes against one wall and then the other. Exploring and stretching you.
A second finger pushes up against you. You bite your lower lip to keep from crying out. You can’t stop your quick huffing breathes though. I work the second finger in as slowly as I did the first. Probing and stretching as I go. And then I start lightly nibbling with my teeth on your clit as I press upwards with my fingers and a pitched wail escapes your throat, “It’s so good. Fuck. Oh God yes. More! More. Awwwww.” Your back arches off the bed as you cum. You are blindfolded but the light behind your eyes is so bright. You lift up as you hit the peak and I keep suckling you through it.
You’re panting, barely coming down when you feel me moving. You’re thinking, “That was so good. So, freaking good. So, insanely good.” And all of a sudden calmness comes over you as I slide my cock inside you. The head has already slid between the lips of your sex. I breathe, “You’re so fucking tight.”
Your pussy clamps up on me as your mind recalls that you are still tied up and blindfolded. I say, “Relax. Even your jaw is clenched. Relax.” You stop to think for a moment. You realize I am right. Even your jaw is sore from how hard you are clenching it. My mouth moves to your breast again. You relax just slightly and I take advantage of it and slide deeper inside you. Your legs come up and wrap around me. Your tied wrists are thrown around my neck. Now I’m fully inside you. You’re not ready for me to slide inside and out so I just rotate my hips in small circles waiting. The head of my cock finds your g spot and now I’m thrusting up against it.
Your legs clench around me and you breathe, “What the fuck?” All the pleasures from earlier overcome you again and you feel yourself on the edge of another orgasm. My hands move to your ass, cupping it. Our bodies move as one as your second orgasm over comes you. I’m now thrusting into you hard and fast as my orgasm is close. You’re so tight, so good.
My arm slides behind your back so I can thrust you on and off my cock as I become more frantic. The position has us so close that I bury my head into your neck and thrust harder, faster. Another tide of pleasure over comes you and I fuck you like my life depends upon it. I’m hitting so deep. In places you never imagined. All the while I’m grinding up and against your clitoris. You are fucking me hard and fast back. Our bodies playing out the most primitive act between man and woman. I start to suck and bite at your neck as I try to devour that part of you that the sex can’t get to.
And God, oh God you are cumming again. Harder and deeper than before. You scream out in ecstasy! I pump into you harder, deeper than ever. Once, twice, three times. Deeper than you could have thought possible. I still and clutch you to me. For a second the world stops turning and time stops ticking as I fill you with cum. The pulses of the orgasm just keep going and going as I thrust inside you.
And then all rational thought returns and I take the blindfold off your head and untie you. I ask, “Was that ok? Is it exactly what you wanted?” You say, “Yes. Thank you for indulging in my fantasy.”
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