*The text in the first paragraph was actually a message I got from a friend as a prompt to write something for them – I always do my best writing when I’m writing with someone specific in mind, when I’ve got someone to inspire me. Even though I wrote this some time ago, I do keep on intending to do more with it and write some sequels. As always, feedback is appreciated, whether in comments or via DM!*
Mid-afternoon, I got the text from you – “I would love to see what you would do if you were dominating me. To be completely submissive to you and squirm beneath you until you have me panting and begging for release. To be the object of any kinky fantasies you’d love to try out and to hear you whisper the naughtiest things in my ear.”
Did you think I’d take you up on it? Was it just a text sent to me to turn me on, get me riled up? Or was it a straightforward invitation?
I’d like to think my response made my attitude to such things clear enough “If you want to see, I’ll be waiting to pick you up in fifteen minutes. Don’t wear anything you’d be sad about damaging.”
When I saw you walk out of your apartment in that cute summer dress, I wondered if you’d taken the last part of my text seriously, but you certainly looked good in it. I didn’t say anything as I started to drive, and you didn’t try to start conversation either. Were you nervous, or just excited?
As I pulled out of the city onto a side road out into the country, I reached over and grabbed your thigh, pulling your legs apart – it didn’t take much more than a hint before you were eagerly spreading your legs for me there in the car. I pushed my hand up between your skirt, and couldn’t help but smile when I confirmed you weren’t wearing panties. I rubbed your pussy for a few moments, just to watch the look on your face at that possessive touch.
But I had driving to do, even though the country road wasn’t exactly crowded. So after a few moments of playing with you, I grabbed your hand in turn, pushed it between your legs firmly, leaving you with the simple instruction, “Don’t cum.”
The first words I’d said to you.
You proved to be quite the little distraction there in the passenger side of the car as I stepped on the gas and tried to mind the road. Whenever I’d glance over, you looked so wanton with your legs spread open like that, playing with yourself. I could tell you wanted to be able to cum already, but I think you knew this was a don’t speak unless spoken to kind of drive.
I was hard as hell when I finally pulled over, off into a sparse gathering of trees. Not too far from the city, honestly, but far away from any major roads that the odds of another car coming along were long. Probably for the best, since while the tree provided some cover, it was hardly a dense thicket.
You didn’t stop playing with yourself even as we stopped, which pleased me just fine, but I got out of the car as soon as it was parked. Coming around to your side of the car, I opened your door like the gentleman I could be and then grabbed you roughly and pulled you out like the brute I felt like then and there.
“I want your cunt,” I growled as I hauled you up out of the car and pushed you down over the hood of my car. Doubtless the metal of the hood was uncomfortably hot in the summer sun, but if it hurt you you never made any sounds to tell me. My hand on the back of your neck pushed you down, as my other hand grabbed your hip and pulled your ass out towards me, nudging your feet apart with my foot.
Did it satisfy you to see how urgent my need to use you was, when I pushed up your dress and unzipped my pants? Yanking your arms behind your back, grabbing your wrists together in one hand as I guided my cock into your cunt? It certainly gratified me to feel how wet you were for me, how easily I slid into you but, then, you’d been playing with yourself for me for some time now.
I didn’t waste any time in claiming your body like that, fucking you hard, making you feel just for a short span that the only reason you were there was so I could take my pleasure from you. I fucked you hard, fast, and utterly unceremoniously, your wrists pinned behind your back and later my other hand on the back of your neck keeping you down. I wanted to make you feel owned, to bruise you a little with my lust, but mostly I just wanted to unleash the tension that had built up in the ride over so I could properly focus again.
My only words of praise for you then were me exhaling “That’s my good little slut, taking my cock like that” over you as I came hard inside of you.
I kept my hand holding your wrists pinned behind your back in place as I got my breath back and zipped back up. It took a moment or two for me to recover, but finally you felt me lean over you and whisper next to your ear “Don’t open your eyes.”
You obediently closed your eyes, and I pulled you back up into a standing position, slowly walking you to a small tree nearby. You felt me up close against your body as I pushed you back up into it and pushed your arms back behind you until you felt handcuffs close around your wrists with your hands behind the tree.
“No cumming, and no opening your eyes, or this tree becomes a whipping post. Does this little cunt understand?”
I still remember the excited but nervous half smile on your face as you nodded in understanding, and the lovely startled look a moment later when I grabbed your dress and tore it half open down the front. I was proud of you for resisting the urge to open your eyes then, though I didn’t say anything.
I could see your nipples harden in the warm breeze, and I didn’t have to point it out to you for you to know that we were only partially secluded…it was unlikely someone would drive by on the nearby road, and even if they did it was probably even more unlikely they’d get a good glimpse of you depending on where I’d positioned you…. And although there was a whole lot of wide open prairie around us, it was even more unlikely yet that anyone would come upon us across those open fields. But with your torn dress flapping in the breeze and the feeling of cum sliding down your thigh, you doubtless felt very exposed anyways.
I kissed your neck and shoulders lightly as my hands cupped your breasts, familiarizing myself with your body. In time, my kisses moved up to your lips as my hands moved down your body, sliding over your hips, grabbing your ass, and then pressing your thighs apart again. I let you contemplate my hand on your inner thigh for awhile as I kissed you increasingly hungerly.
When my hand finally slid up to grab you between your legs again, I moved my kisses along your jawline to your ear, letting you feel my breath while I held your pussy and felt your warmth before whispering to you.
“Right now, this cunt is mine. You will cum when I tell you to. If you cum before I tell you to, you don’t get to cum again, I turn you around, and I will whip you until you’re begging me to stop. Disobedient sluts need to be punished. If you don’t cum when I tell you to, you don’t get to cum again, and I just take you home. Obedient but insufficiently wanton sluts don’t get punished, but they also don’t get anymore playtime. You come when I tell you to, every time I tell you to, you get to taste my cock.
“Are you a wanton, obedient slut for me?”
The eagerness of the nod that followed made me grin and I ground my palm against your cunt a little, my other hand coming up to grab your throat.
“Do you want to taste my cock, pet? You can use your words if you like.”
You remember how deliciously you begged to taste me as well as I do, just as I’m certain you remember how it made me inhale with a surge of lust and tighten my grip around your throat a little as I pressed you up against that tree.
And then I started to tease your pussy.
I wanted to make working to hold off that first orgasm until you were given permission hard. I wanted to push you a little…and, if I may be forgiven for giving away the game a little, I wanted to see if you were eager for pain that day and wanted the whipping more than the orgasms or the cock.
Oh, but once I started playing with your cunt, you definitely did not want me to stop, didn’t you?
I made you wait for a long time, at first just edging you…not letting you cum even if you were eager to disobey. Teasing along your nether lips, flirting with your clit, stroking my fingers inside you but always leaving you just a little starved for the right sensations. I enjoyed so much watching your body tense and relax, tense and relax, the expressions on your face and the frustrated sounds you made, and the occasional tiny metallic clink as you tested the handcuffs.
But the real excitement began once I’d edged you so long that it was no longer me keeping you from cumming, but your own willpower. My finger moving increasingly rapidly over your clit, watching your hips roll. Hearing that whine escape your lips as you increasingly worried you wouldn’t be able to hold off and you’d switch from feeling my hand between your legs to a lash across your back.
I could see how much you wanted to beg, and seeing you want so much to beg me but keeping obediently silent was almost as gratifying as hearing you beg me to be allowed to cum.
But I do so enjoy hearing you beg. So, with my fingers at work underneath your torn-up dress, I hissed “You can beg to cum, slut, and if you convince me how much you want it maybe I’ll let you.”
It never ceases to amaze me how much filthier the things that come out of your mouth when you’re begging to cum than anything I’d ever think to say when I’ve got my hand between your legs.
“Cum for me.”
The look on your face told me that you were more used to getting permission to cum than a command to cum, but it didn’t take much for you to obey with my fingers inside of you and my thumb circling of your clit. I pulled away from your body a bit to give you room to buck your hips and test the handcuffs. I didn’t even have to remind you to keep your eyes closed.
I moved in closer again as your orgasm passed through you, starting to ramp you up again. There was edging the second time too, but not as much, and I could see how relieved you were you didn’t have to restrain yourself quite so much.
“Cum, slut.”
I leaned in closer to you yet, kissing you below the ear as I worked you up again, letting you feel the heat of my body against you as I got you ready again. This time, I timed it so I figured just as you were fully ready to climax again for me, you heard…
“Cum, again.”
I grinned a bit, seeing you happy at being able to cum for me again so easily as I continued to play with your cunt. But you could feel me not taking quite as much time again this time, rushing you more, so that when you heard me hiss next to your ear…
“Cum NOW.”
You struggled with it a bit, but the sound of my voice helped push you over the edge. And I could see you getting nervous, realizing that to avoid that whipping you wouldn’t just have to restrain yourself, but you really would have to cum on command…and that wasn’t maybe going to be as easy as you thought, especially as you felt me continue to play with you, taking less time with you now than even before.
But the look of concentration on your face as you tried to get yourself there was just adorable.
“Now!”
You were breathing hard then, maybe a little bit panicked, close but not close enough, so I bit your neck hard before repeating my intention to you.
“You will come for me now slut. Cum!”
You managed to make it happen though, obviously tired, body covered in sweat from the strain and the hot summer sun. But you did it, crying out for me again.
I could hear your breathing come quicker as I didn’t stop playing with you then, but just kept going, not giving you any real time to recover. You didn’t think you’d be able to come again, thinking I was purposefully pushing you past what you could do so fast just so I’d leave you unrewarded, and trying so hard to get yourself close again quickly. It made me smile to see how hard you worked, especially when the promised reward was the taste of my cock. You could be such a very good girl indeed.
And just when I knew you thought I was getting ready to command you again, and I saw you psyching yourself up for it…
I let my hand leave your throat, grabbed your hair, and pushed you down to your knees.
I’m still not quite sure if you were frustrated or relieved when instead of a command to cum again you felt my other hand, wet from its time between your legs, grab your jaw and open your mouth as I pushed my cock into your mouth.
I made sure you knew just how sexy it had been running you through your paces like that in the best way I knew how, grabbing your hair and fucking your face. And then giving you a few moments to show off just how good you are at sucking a cock while I praised you, “Mmm, that was a good little slut…I’m very happy with you…are you happy with your reward?”
Grinning ear to ear at the pleased sound you made around my cock as you bobbed on it before I started facefucking you again.
I was pretty well exhausted when I let myself cum down your throat, though quickly pulling myself out of your mouth so I could be sure to get a pump or two over your face and down your chest as you knelt in the prairie dirt, hands cuffed behind you.
I was breathing hard, but I kept enough breath to say “Remember, good little slut, keep those eyes closed.”
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