They fumbled with the code in the door, darkness growing around them as the sun sank below the horizon. They’d been driving all day and were exhausted from travel. The AirBnB was quaint and tiny.
She dropped her bags on the floor and flopped down on the nearest bed, reveling in the soft blankets, pressing her face into the pillows and inhaling deeply. As she relaxed with a deep sigh, he climbed on top of her, pressing her, face-down, deeper into the bed. She struggled against him weakly.
“Come now,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve let you tease me all day, wiggling along to the music on the radio. I’m ready to blow off some steam.”
He pressed her chest down with one arm while reaching up her skirt with the other, his fingers searching up her thighs and hooking around her underwear. He lingered for a moment, caressing her lower lips, causing her to whimper and wiggle.
“Already wet, you slut,” he hissed, encouraged by the way her body responded to his touch. “You know the rules: do as I say, and we both have a good time. Cum before I say, and you will be punished.”
He pulled her panties down roughly to emphasize his point. He used his knees to separate her legs and began massaging her clit. She moaned and bucked beneath him. He amped up slowly, feeling for the subtle change as she stopped resisting and began pushing deeper into his touch.
“Wait,” he cautioned as he slipped one finger inside.
She began to quiver and shake, trying to fend off the building orgasm. He could feel her fighting hard to regulate her breathing as he explored with his fingers. She began to whimper, and he knew he could make her beg.
“Wait,” he growled.
She drew a deep, ragged breath, trying to hold control, pushing her hips back against his hand. He began pumping two fingers into her, the sudden change of pace met by a squeal of surprise and delight. Her legs shuttered and she doubled down on regulating her breathing.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Ask nicely.”
“Please!” She shouted immediately.
He smirked to himself, knowing she desperately wanted release. “Please what?” He asked with mock innocence.
“Please, Master, may I cum?” She begged.
He waited. 4 seconds, 6 seconds. She pleaded.
“You may.”
He began gently stroking the front wall of her purse, pressing it down into the bed. She released in powerful waves, her limbs losing control and then relaxing deeply. Now she was truly his plaything.
He flipped her over onto her back, her limbs now limp and pliable.
“Undress,” he ordered.
She pulled off her dress over her head and unclasped her bra, freeing her magnificent breasts.
“Clean my hands,” he ordered as he held his fingers near her mouth.
As she eagerly lapped her own juices off his hands, he noticed an unusual shape in the carving on the headboard and got an idea. He retrieved her panties and secured them around her wrists, then affixed them over a prominent piece of the carving.
“Remember,” he said sternly, “not until I say.”
“Yes, Master.”
He then began eagerly eating her pussy. She was startled by the sudden stimulation before she had fully come down off her precious orgasm, and she bucked and squealed in surprise. He knew she would have less and less control over her own body the longer he played.
He teased her relentlessly, sucking her clit, lapping up her juices. She squealed and begged, but he did not relent. He waited until she was clearly fighting hard, breathing in deep, ragged breaths. Then he stopped stimulation and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips.
He positioned himself and entered her slowly. She shuttered and quivered as he pushed in tantalizingly, easing himself all the way to the hilt, then slowly back out until just the tip teased her lips. Again he entered slowly as she pushed up against him. And again back out until just his head was inside. Then he thrust in hard once and stayed deep. Her eyes flew wide open and her whole body went rigid.
“Wait,” he ordered forcefully as he withdrew slowly.
Again he thrust once into her deeply.
“No, no,” she yelped as she lost all control, her body convulsing in deep orgasm. “I’m sorry, Master,” she pled as her body shook, her walls pulsing around his member.
“You know what happens now,” he growled.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back with one hand as the other grasped her throat. He began relentlessly pounding into her as she shuttered.
He was like a wild animal. He pulled at her nipples until she squealed in pain, and then he bit them. He withdrew and grabbed her ankles, holding them together and pushing them toward her hands. Then he entered her again and thrust deeply. She cried out, knowing she would have no control in that position as he pushed forcefully against her g-spot. She gushed around him, prompting him to redouble his pace. As she grew limp and spent, he dumped his load into her, pushing deeply.
He withdrew and collapsed beside her, both of them too spent to move for a few moments. Then he undid her hands.
“Clean me,” he ordered gently but firmly, and she obeyed, licking him clean before retreating to the bathroom to clean herself.
“Good girl.”
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