*Continued from* [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pd2q3r/hot_chocolate_mfbdsmmdomconsensuallong/)
With a low growl Matthew shook the girl by her hair, jerking her off balance as she stumbled away from the coffee table, which gave him room to push her down onto her knees. Allison was unwilling to violently resist and he left her no other choice but compliance as she fell to the ground at his feet allowing her face to be pushed down onto the wet carpet, the smell of the hot chocolate filled her nostrils as the cooling wet stain scratched at her cheek. Her hand slipped away from his wrist to lay on the floor as she trembled uncontrollably. Her imagination tried to grasp what he intended to do with her.
She had thought of Matthew as a quiet protector, a nice man, a wholesome figure who had never in her life raised his voice or a hand to anyone. She had never once seen him as angry as he was and was frightfully unsure of what it meant, so she did the only thing she could think to in order to appease and diffuse it, she submitted. She had asked for this, but once given she realized she never actually expected Matthew to raise a hand to her.
With the girl lying prone upon his carpet Matthew knelt beside her, his knee pressed into the small of her back preventing her from moving too much as his free hand grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up to expose the simple black panties covering her backside. The exposure made Allison whimper, and her hips to squirmed and protested at having herself exposed. Matthew brought his hand back and quickly popped one cheek, delighted in how it wiggled almost as much as the sharp squeak from the girl beneath him.
“Shut up, brat,” Matthew growled, “You know you deserve this and more. If you complain it will only get worse for you.”
Allison swallowed hard, choking down the lump of fear and regret. For a moment, she convinced her body to lay still beneath his knee and the pressure that dug into her back. Her eyes closed anticipation, awaiting the sting of his hand again but the moment dragged on until she began to doubt it would ever come. His eyes devoured the sight of her, prone upon his floor beneath his hand. Matthew waited for her to relax before he brought down a rain of his open palm upon the round of her ass pluck from her lips the cries orchestrating the full handed slaps on her bottom. Her flesh warmed beneath his hand as she tried to writhe again, her whimpering outcries choked down on the occasional moment when she realized she was not as silent as he’d demanded of her. She managed to hold back one or two sobs before they tore free of her lungs again.
His hand eventually ceased for a moment, before he forcefully grabbed a fist full of one warmed cheek, pulling on it with a squeeze to cause the girl beneath him to squeak and whimper a new tune. Her writhing had ceased even as she sobbed into the carpet. He slipped his knee from her back and she would continue to lie there accepting the abuse he delivered to her backside, allowing him to graze his fingers around the sides of her panties to pull them off her cheeks. The slip of fabric tugged into the crack of her ass as his exploring fingers slipped between her thighs to curl around her pubic mound. He was shocked to find that as his fingers explored there was a moisture soaking through the crotch of her panties.
“You little slut, you’re not sorry at all are you?” his menacing snarl exclaimed, “ I was only going to spank you to remind you to be a good girl but I think you like it too much to be considered a real punishment. I’m right aren’t I? You’re not sorry at all, are you?”
“No… no…” the meek whimpers whispered from the girl as her hips began to rock from one side to the other. A bashful blush burned on her cheeks both keenly aware of her arousal as well as the shame of having it brought up as a topic of discussion.
“No? You’re not sorry? Why aren’t you the insolent little bitch?”
“No! I mean… I… I am sorry.”
Matthew pushed his palm fully over her covered sex. He slipped his fingers into a fist around the backside of her panties, and pulled on it roughly to yank the strip of cloth between the lips of her sex and grind between the round of her ass in a makeshift thong. He tugged it upwards and her hips lifted for a brief moment as she cried out.
“Don’t lie to me,” he warned though his tone hinted at the bait of a dare,” or I’ll have to shut that filthy mouth of yours up. Now lift your lazy ass up.”
Allison shifted her hips from one side to the next, inching her knees up onto the carpet, her weight shifting to rest fully on her upper torso as her ass followed after the hold he had on her panties. For now, his hand slipped out of her hair, he began paying more attention to tugging her knees apart in a lewd position to expose her more clearly, delighted in the way she would keep her pose without protest that could only sing volumes of her compliance. His fingers tugged the bit of panties away from their cover of the girl’s slippery sex, and pulled at one of her outer lips to see the pink folds of her flesh before his fingertips dipped inside to touch at her heated core.
Allison’s whimpers grew louder in protest but her body responded with a tingle deep inside of her, a that some small part that wanted nothing more than to feel him push those exploring digits deep within her aching flesh. His exploring hand was contrast of intense pleasure, that ran slow caresses like a lover’s touch tickling her intimate anatomy compared to the brushes petting over the warm heat of her bottom still ripe and sore from his brutal spanking. Teasingly, he turned his fingers over, and pressed his thumb just at the entrance of her to feel the rate of her body pulsed, relaxed and constricted; practically begging to grip upon his calloused digit.
“You really are a slut aren’t you?” Matthew chuckled in condescending observation, “You would love me to just shove my fingers into that wet little pussy… “
“….yes…” Allison exhaled in a word barely above a whisper.
“What was that girl? I didn’t quite hear you. Speak up.”
“Yes!” Allison sobbed over the choke of conflicted emotions, “Yes please, please put your fingers inside my pussy!” Allison pushed her hips back, hoping to steal even a millimeter more of his teasing thumb. The moment she moved, however, Matthew pulled his hand away entirely to lay a loud smack directly upon her pubic mound.
“Insolent brat, don’t you dare try to take what you have not earned!” he commanded, “Now, I always thought you were an innocent little girl. A bit naive but a sweetheart, a good girl, tell me… did you spread your thighs for the first boy who waggled his penis at you? Or, are you a virgin?”
“I am not, but–”
“Too bad. If you had been I would have assumed you naive to the effect that your body, words, and actions have on a man and I would have had mercy on you. Now though, I know that you’re just a manipulative little slut and I plan to fully use you for my pleasure.”
Allison’s entire body moved with his words as her thighs tensed feeling the squirm of desire pour through her echoing his thoughts with a deep moan to writhe with desire. Her body shuddered as she attempted not to seem quite so eager at the very thought of having his strong frame bearing down upon her and filling her up. A small part of her felt the pang of panic, the rationalization that she had never before ‘made love’ with any man she was not in love with. It was the sort of degraded debauchery one would expect in a third rate romance novel not under the guise of a beloved family friend. That small part of her told her she should be offended by him, the thought of a man decades her elder taking advantage of her but the more she began to contemplate the deep connection between them the more it twisted her thoughts with desire like a long lost crush finally realized. She had always thought of Matthew as a harmless nice guy and to tap into this darkness in him made her want to revel in it.
“Yes… please. Hurt me, fuck me, use me,” she repeated her earlier demands though no longer uttered through sobs of sadness but rather barely quelled moans of desire.
Violently he yanked on her panties, jerked them down her thighs to fully expose her naked backside beneath the frame of her upturned skirt. He guided them over her knees as he wadded the moistened bit of fabric into his fist and moved behind her. Pushing her knees wider, he ground himself against her backside allowing her to have a hint for the very first time of hardened feel of him through the thin flannel of his pants. The loose material did very little to disguise the throbbing insistence that forced him to lose control of his composure. In his mind were the cold, calculating desires of hedonistic sadism he wanted to subject the writhing girl beneath him to but there was another need that needed to be satiated first.
“I want to savor this,” he confessed in an affectionate rumble laced with the accusation of the temptuous tease that had seduced him, “but your dirty little mouth is going to make me splatter your insides in moments if you keep up so be a good girl and open your mouth and stick that slutty tongue out,” he instructed though his words came with it a tender affection beneath his authority. She was compelled to obey, her lips parting wide with her tongue pressing against her lower lip uncertain of what to expect until after he cupped his hand over her open mouth. He stuffed her soiled panties in between her open lips, his fingers pushing them in over her tongue and cupped his palm over her mouth to hold them there as she shook her head in an attempt to pull away.
His hand followed her but to distract her from her own mouth he wrapped a hand into of her hair, giving her a yanking tug. Immediately her body went stiff again, her nostrils flaring, eyes widened in frightened uncertainty with the taste of her own arousal on her tongue. He held her there until her body began to relax again and accept her situation.
“That is a good girl, now fold your arms behind your back and don’t protest or I may miss and accidentally stuff my fat cock up your ass.”
Her heart skipped a beat as she would rotated her shoulders, pulling her arms around to the small of her back as her forearms folded across one another to hold the opposite elbow. The weight of her torso now completely leaned against her face and shoulders, her eyes closed, the taste of her own panties was a tribute to her own debasing desires as though she could taste shame on her tongue. Her stomach twisted in her gut from disgust at just how much she enjoyed being beneath his hand. It was a crime against every romantic notion of what sex and romance should be to a young girl and yet her body responded eagerly.
He pushed his thin flannel pants down and his fist gripped the girth of his manhood. Matthew stroked the hardened flesh hardly able to believe the opportunity that was presented to him. He had every intention of savoring this moment as he pressed one hand against the flat of her lower back and guided himself to the slick folds of her gender. Smearing heated juices across his cock-head with a slow stroke from her eager pussy to the bulb of her clitoris. His torpid, teasing pace tormented her with sensations he delighted in the muffled whimpers she cried into her panties. Her anxious reaction to his leisurely pace offered so much of a sinister delight he denied her a little longer.
Finally in a single, solid movement he pressed himself into the core of her body with the only indication of his intentions being the way his hands moved to her hips to hold her still as he dived deep with a grunt of pleasure as her flesh resisted his initial thrust. He knew she had claimed to not be a virgin though he could not help but gasp at the constriction of her pulsing flesh gripped upon his organ like a glove one size too small. The girl beneath him let out a muffled scream and every intention he had to take her body slow and linger upon each sensation was thrown quickly to the wind. Like a beast unleashed he pulled his hips back only to deliver another powerful stroke plowing into her depths, each one coming quicker than the one before.
Allison’s face contorted with the pleasure of him stretching and filling her eager flesh. The angle he plowed into her bumped his cockhead against her cervix with a sharp stab of pain momentarily made her forget how to breath. She tried to breath through the panties only to drool upon them rather than getting any oxygen. Her nostrils flared, in an attempt to pick up where her mouth could not. The man took from her flesh every desirable sensation uncaring of her own need for release nor how he introduced to the intensity of walking the line between pain and pleasure with his rough treatment.
Matthew growled in pleasure and moved his hands from the woman’s hips to wrap around the wrists she held crossed behind her back. He pulled her limbs back, and following the pain, Allison’s head lifted a bit off the floor. He used her arms for leverage as he jerked her backwards to meet his thrusting hips. Her black lace panties dangled from her lips, and she yelped with every pull thrust inside of her from the wild bucking of a man lost in the thrill of the moment.
The ounce of agony kept Allison right on the very edge of eruption that she could feel the convulsions of her sex aching for that one special touch that might send it into waves of bliss and yet it could not quite reach the precipice of ecstasy. Every time she would reach out, holding her breath as her body clamped down upon her assailant’s throbbing meat it would slip just barely past her fingers as he would twist or tug on her in a way to make her gasp in pain or shudder with intensity of her desires.
Matthew released her hands all of a sudden as his body fell forward upon her, and slipped one arm beneath her hips to keep her held up off the floor. His body leaned heavily in against her with one hand propped up on the floor beside her he would grind his hips deep within her body as the final pulse erupted within the heat of her taut body unable to contain the way her frame seemed built with the sole purpose of milking a man’s cock dry of all fluids. His hand slid from around her waist to her hair once again, coiling in the mess of blond he jerked her head back enough that his mouth could find purchase against her ear and snarl low enough that she could hear him, “You did good girl, your body feels so great around my cock, but don’t think that it means I am not going to punish you twice as hard now.”
Allison let out a cry as her body rose to follow the head that was yanked from the floor as the needles of pressure pulled at her scalp demanded her attention. Her mouth spat the gag out onto the carpet. Her body trembled hearing a tone in Matthew’s voice she had never known before. There was a savageness to the man she had always thought of as a second father to her, a primal dominance that made her want to run from him. “I… I think I have learned my lesson,” she whispered, “your point has been made, I’m sorry.”
Wordlessly Matthew pulled back expelling a low groan as his cock pulled free of her hot sex and dribbled their combined juices from the semi-erect organ. He used his hold on her head to turn her face towards him. With his free hand he gripped the side of his spent member as he smeared the mingling of their juices across her face before he struck her with the weight of his organ in a wet slap. Her face flushed and she drew in a sharp breath humiliated by the lewd action post coitus her mouth opened anyway and Matthew took it as an invitation to slide the slippery cock against her tongue. The muscle was more pliable now as he dragged it around in her mouth, and stroke the inside of her cheek with it as the flavor of their sex stained Allison’s tastebuds.
Matthew yanked Allison back by her hair before he let her go the woman sank down on her knees and pushed her skirt back down over her naked hips. She could feel the juices he’d emptied inside of her shift and threaten to leak out of her. Allison felt the first pang of shame sink in her chest as she began to reflect on what they had just done. With her head bowed she began to tug on the bottom of her wrinkled top and comb her fingers through her hair rather than pay attention as Matthew vanished into the bedroom.
“I should go, I’m really sorry I got you up out of bed… I, look we can talk later okay?” she called after him.
The silent man returned with a black collar in his hand and a dog’s leash in the other. He came to stand behind her knelt frame, reached his large hand around her to cup Allison by the chin, and pulled her back against his abdomen. The girl fell silent while looking back up at him only to feel the soft leather wrap around her throat when he secured the collar against her neck. Her eyes widened as he hooked the leash onto the ring and she opened her mouth to speak, “What–”
“Quiet. Dogs don’t talk,” he corrected as he gave the leash a gentle tug to guide Allison forward again on all fours, “Now crawl,” he instructed. There was a gentle command in his voice that she could not deny and an anxious shiver ran through her she followed after him swept away by curiosity. At first he backed away before realizing she was indeed going to comply he turned away to lead her through his apartment and into his bedroom. He walked her around the open area of the room before he came to stop in front of his open closet, “Heel,” he commanded in a singular word before dropping the leash.
Allison lifted her head inquisitive and uncertain what his command meant though she sank down on her calves to kneel on the floor with her hands sliding up over her thighs. The leash falling to dangle over the top of her shirt. Matthew went to the opposite side of the room and opened up a heavy chest. Despite Allison’s best efforts to crane her head she could not see what it was he was pulled out. Anticipation grew the longer he stood there until finally he rose with several loops of braided rope in his hands and strange cuffs with several metal loops.
Allison had thought herself well versed in the world of sex given the modern day of the Internet and the acceptance of a woman’s sexuality but when she looked up at this older man she trembled like a virgin on her very first night. Full of cautious curiosity she remained still at his feet when he came closer to take one knee in front of her with the gear laying on the floor beside her. Without a single word he reached out run his fingers down against her bicep, and gently caressed her forearm leaving gooseflesh behind. He took her hand, turned it over, pulled one of the nylon cuffs around her wrist, and secured the velcro snugly around before fastening the second strap around it. With his fingers laced through a couple of the metal rings he gave it a test tug; satisfied it would not budge he repeated the action with her other arm.
“What… are you doing?” Allison whispered, finally finding her voice over the lump in her throat.
He slipped his fingers into a couple of the rings before he pulled Allison’s arms above her head. She let out a sharp gasp of surprise as her shoulders adjusted she sat up perfectly straight. Matthew’s free hand began to roam down across her shoulder toward the top of her bodice taking his time to admire the young woman beneath his touch. She had grown up so well, filled out to be a delightful piece of candy that he had always considered a forbidden fruit and now tasted his addiction could not be sated by a mere sip. “What am I doing? Whatever I want to. If you want me to stop, just say ‘red’ like the stop-light. Do you understand?”
Allison’s heart skipped a beat at his forward attitude, his ownership of the moment that she was given so little say or consideration it struck in stark contradiction to the way men had always treated her in the past. In the bedroom her lovers had been giving and affectionate to treat her like a delicate flower that might wilt if brushed with more vigor than a feather-like caress. Now here was a man who told her that she was going to receive none of that and it made her body flush with excitement.
Matthew took his time as he unlaced the bodice top, tugged at the cords that caused the swell of her bosom to strain against the barrier of fabric. He leaned down to press his mouth over the top of her breast. Kissing on the soft skin before his teeth grazed the surface he suckled the morsel of her skin until the woman cried out and began to writhe. The shirt pulled open to expose her black lace bra his he embraced her to press her tits against his chest while he unhooked the clasp. Allison exhaled a soft sigh at the release punctuated by a low moan when his nails scratched along her back that pulled the taunt material away for the freedom of topless nudity.
His hand let go of her wrists and in exchange slid them both over her shoulders beneath the sleeves of her top, pushed them down over her arms, and he kissed her cheek. His warm mouth moved along her jaw to find Allison’s lips. When finally his mouth poised millimeters above her own she leaned forward to anxiously press her mouth against his own. The murmurs of pleasure escaped every sigh and she suckled upon his lips as he pulled her clothing free. Matthew pulled back from the kiss with the soft smack of their lips as his fingers ran down her arms again to find the cuffs that he brought together in front of her.
Allison felt weak in the knees with passion and adoration as the man before her rose and pulled her up by her arms. Leaning heavily against him, she lazily moved her legs back beneath her. Matthew chortled at her inability to stand before he lifted her up off the ground and set her back on her feet, “A little soon to want to be weightless dear, now stand beneath the doorway and present your wrists.”
Sheepishly Allison returned to her senses as she stepped back away from him blushing with the embarrassment that he had brought her to swoon in his arms so easily. Stepping back into the open doorway of his closet her eyes rose curious as she took notice of the reinforced metal bar that she assumed at first was for pull ups. Matthew knelt down to fetch the long coils of rope before he came closer to her. The topless girl curiously watched as he tied a couple knots into the length.
He took her hand, he slipped a loop in the rope around each wrist, and tightened it until the rope snugly pulled her arms together. Allison watched fascinated at the expert manner he wound the rope around each wrist and doubled back to the center where it was pulled through each of the rings. When he was done her hands were clasped in front of her and the spill of two cords of rope jutted from between her well-bound forearms. There was no room for her to wiggle nor squirm in those cuffs with the weight distributed evenly it kept the pressure off her wrists when he pulled her arms above her head and looped it over that metal bar.
“I want you to tell me if it hurts even a little bit,” he spoke calmly as he began to tug upon the rope that lifted Allison’s arms even higher. She rose up onto the balls of her feet to accommodate the stretch yet still he did not seem satisfied. Lifted higher onto the tips of her toes that she could barely touch the floor anymore she felt the tension stretch her arms and shoulders with the weight of her body dangling beneath her. It was no more pressure than when one attempted a pull up only to dangle precariously below the bar and yet it brought a gasp to Allison’s lungs and her heart pounded when she could barely touch the ground. Her toes stretched as far as they could in an attempt to retain her position but there was no leverage anymore; she was completely helpless.
Matthew stood in front of her, ran his hands down along the taunt caress of her sides, and felt over the muscles stretched out as she teetered there trying her best not to allow her toes to slip. His fingers pushed against the bottom of her naked breast he lifted it up, digging his fingertips into the pliable flesh before his mouth attached to the tip of her nipple and suckled on the quickly hardening nub. Allison’s head fell backwards as she moaned, her hips squirmed in place as she danced from one foot to the next. She twisted in his arms to feel as he pushed his hand down across her lower back to grab a cheek and pull her against him.
His hands were all over her body; a firm touch that roamed across her frame with the occasional squeeze before settling upon her hips to unfasten her skirt. The last little strip of cloth fell down her legs to present her naked form for his eager inspection. His hands ran over her smooth skin to enjoy the feel of her naked form. Matthew already felt the stirring beneath his pants again as he rubbed his growing bulge against her body. It took a conscious effort from him not to want to pull her legs up over his shoulders and plow her all over again. Matthew forced himself to back a few steps away from the woman to watch her dangling by her wrists, her eyes on at him with a lusty gaze he had never seen from her before. This was not some little girl anymore who innocently had spent countless hours recounting the sordid details of her juvenile relationships or the latest gossip about her closest friends.
He turned his head away from her he reached inside the chest to retrieve a horsehair whip. The heavy handle fit well in his hand with the strands of hair dangling from the end he approached her. Lazily he smacked the spray of heavy fibers across her exposed breast. Allison drew in a soft gasp of air but the sensations that titillated her body were not painful in the least. It tickled against her skin as he began to strike her again with the whip and caused her body to flush. He did not focus on a single spot but rather struck at random across her thighs, against her chest; warming her body as she felt a tingle between her thighs and every breath came on the cusp of a desire-filled sigh.
After he tossed the horsehair whip aside he reached down to beside the bed lifting a long leather riding crop he gave it a quick strike across his palm with a whistling strike that made Allison shudder. Her eyes widened to watch him approach; he lifted the tip of the crop to brush gently across her cheek before it touched against her lips. “Kiss it,” he commanded watching as the woman parted her soft mouth to press against the end of the riding crop.
Matthew’s smile grew as she complied with his simple instruction taking it as a measure of acceptance for what he planned to do he ran the soft leather tip across her torso, traced around one breast, before he lifted its weight with the solid rod. He pulled the whip hand back and struck down across the exposed breast as it fell back into place with the loud whistling crack. Allison’s entire body jerked suddenly. The first strike came so fast and unexpected she forgot to even make a sound until well afterwards when the initial sting faded into a dull ache as endorphins rushed her body.
The crop ran gently across her body as it flicked across her opposite nipple before brought down again upon upon swell of her breast. Allison offered up a yelping cry the second time he began to tap upon the top of her breast as the crop bounced upon her skin. She panted for breath and though the individual strikes did not hurt they quickly brought a soft redness to her body from the repeated drops upon her skin. Then without warning Matthew reached out to grab her by her shoulder and spun her around. Allison cried out as she felt her heart drop into her stomach, afraid she would fall at any moment when her feet scrambled to brush her toes against the carpet.
Matthew did not give her time to recover before he brought the crop down hard upon her bottom and left a red line across one cheek. He tapped her repeatedly with the soft leather tip, his movements alternated between softer taps and the harder strikes that began to leave warmed streaks across her backside. He began at her bottom before he worked his way along her thighs, against her sides as Allison played him a symphony in her crying whimpers. Her hips squirmed in place like a seductive dance before his very eyes that the warmer the young woman became the more aroused Matthew heard echo her moanful whimpers. Soon he realized his own breath was panting and on the threshold of his control slipping again he paused. Matthew rested the riding crop against her backside to rub it across her tanned cheek, and pushed it slowly between her thighs to nestle against her straddle.
Allison’s head bowed as she felt the dull ache of her body and the flutter of her heart so alive in that moment that she had grown to miss the sting of the lash at times he would pause. The press of the crop against her soft folds she let out a lower moan feeling her squirm against the rod as her sex leaked the juices of her arousal upon the leather that when Matthew pulled it away he had his answer.
The riding crop thrown aside, he turned Allison’s body around quickly to feel her squeal in his arms with the momentary weightlessness. His hand wrapped around her waist to pull her to press flush against him. His pants were pushed down as his erection bobbed before him and sandwiched it against her body he held her weight against him as he lifted his hands to undo the ties around the metal rod. He lowered her bound hands down around the back of his head and she hugged the back of his neck as she leaned forward to press her mouth against him.
Matthew eagerly met the ferocity of her kiss, his free hand moved to run around her thighs coaxing her to wrap her legs around him he walked her to his bed before falling forward. Allison laid upon the soft cushions he had not expected their bodies to line up so perfectly as his hips came down upon her his cock slipped snugly into her slick body like a sword into its sheath. The duet of moaning cries echoed through his apartment as he wrapped his arms around her lower back pulling her against his hips.
Allison’s lips left his mouth to rest against his neck, and nibbled upon him as her bound hands stretched over his back she tried to embrace him fully. Her hips rose to meet him in with deep and intimate strokes in clear juxtaposed to everything else they had shared tonight. His mouth kissed upon her shoulder with a gentle firmness and drew her in as every push against her hips would light her body on fire with the ache of the welts pressed into the bed beneath her. He dangled her on the carrot of pain and pleasure before the woman began to shudder beneath him.
The orgasm began slow with gasped breaths of a girl trying to swallow the air she breathed to the way her thighs would quiver against his hips. Her toes curled as she threw her head back, pulled his head along with her arms as he pushed hard and deep within her body, and squeezed her legs around him to keep him there. She listened to the grunting of protest from a man who had wanted to prolong their coupling only to feel the constriction of a tiny muscles spasming around him.
Matthew’s fingers coiled into her hair, pulling it back as he latched his teeth upon her throat biting into her neck to feel the her heartbeat racing against his tongue. His cock swelled with the pulse of his seed that emptied into the girl; seduced by her very body against his ambitions to outlast her. The swell of him sent a new wave of pleasure through Allison’s body just as she came down from her climax; it threw her into an entirely new wave of sensation. Her hips rose to grind against him she let out a howling cry, and her entire body writhed to capture that sweet moment.
When at last the woman ceased to feel the convulsions of her sexual demons exorcised upon his cock she fell back against the bed with the relaxation of every muscle in her body. A silly grin crossed her lips as she closed her eyes. She did not protest when Matthew slowly pulled her hands out from behind his neck and fell in a heavy lump across her body. His head rested against her shoulder basking in the warmth before finally as the chill of the room caused the sweat across his bare backside to cool he slowly slid from her.
Allison lifted her bound wrists as Matthew rolled off to the side of her, lifted his hands up to her arms to untie her until the nylon straps were pulled free, and let the entire set slide off the side of the bed. Allison rolled toward him before he could reach for her and as she pushed his shoulder back it caused him to fall onto the cushions of the bed. Her naked form laid across his she draped one leg against his thighs, her cheek rested against his chest, she smiled.
Matthew held the woman in his arms and reflected over everything they had just done. The realization that he had practically forced himself on this woman twice in one evening over something as silly as spilled hot chocolate sent a wave of panic through him. The pang of guilt sunk in while he whispered, “Allison I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have. Did I hurt you?”
The silence shattered by his words she was dumbfounded at first before she pushed to partially sit up and look at his concerned expression. That same gentle face of an older man that she had always seen with a sort of fatherly charm she could not help the bark of laughter escaping her. “Hurt me? Yes, you did. And I’ll never forgive you… if you never do it again.”
Matthew stared at her long and hard as though the English language failed him a moment confused by her words and expression before it dawned on him. He reached up to grab her by the shoulders he tossed her back onto the bed. Allison squealed and giggled as he rolled over on top of her to give her a final kiss.
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Lovely writing!
Awesome story