Make Me [TW: CNC][Bondage][Rough][Brat][M/F]

“Make me,” Stasia told her boyfriend, lifting her nose up slightly in defiance, after he asked her to fuck him.

His eyes had turned dark at those words, and the predatory way he looked at her sent tingles between her thighs. “You know I will.” Quinn approached her with slow, purposeful steps, uncuffing the sleeves of his shirt. “And you’re going to love everything I do to you.”

Stasia backed away from him, her heart thundering with anticipation. “No. I won’t let you touch me.” His responding chuckle caused her to bite her lower lip, and her back smacked into a wall behind her. Quinn had her cornered.

“You know what to say to stop me. Unless you say that word, I’m going to be fucking that sexy little body of yours until you can’t walk straight for the next week.” Shit, he knew exactly what to say to cause a puddle between her legs. With his sleeves now rolled up, he made sure he was right in front of her before grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. “But go ahead. Tell me no. Fight me. You know making me have to restrain you only gets me harder. So, are you sure you want to keep being a little brat?”

Stasia yanked and tugged her arms, but the more she struggled, the tighter his grip became. “I’m not being a brat, and you’re not going to fuck me. Let me go.” Quinn trapped her between his body and the wall, and she could now feel his erection through his pants. She let out a soft mew of need; gods, she couldn’t wait for it to be inside her, pounding away.

“You told me to make you, brat. That’s exactly what’s gonna happen.” Securing her wrists with one hand, he lowered his now-free hand to squeeze her breast. “Now are you going to be a good girl and cooperate? ”

Of course she wouldn’t; Stasia made it her mission to brat against him until he completely railed her. It worked every time. “Fuck you,” she spat, the glint in her eyes daring him to do just that. Quinn grabbed her by her hair and unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed. Her skirt flew up, revealing the fact that she was wearing no panties.

Stasia turned her head, and she saw Quinn staring hungrily at her glistening sex. He could tell she was already wet and ready for him, but as per usual, she wasn’t going to make it easy on him. She reached down and tried to cover herself with her skirt, but he grabbed her wrists and cuffed them behind her. Quinn yanked her to her knees and stretched his arm in front of her, tearing the buttons of her blouse open to reveal her shapely breasts, the hardened nipples standing on attention.

Licking his lips, he let out a low growl. “No panties, no bra. You were just asking for it, weren’t you?”

“No.” Smack! His hand made contact with her ass, sending her torso falling forward and her face on the bed. She could feel him lifting her skirt, and she wriggled in an attempt to move away from him, but he grabbed her by the hair and held on so she wasn’t able to.

“I think you were.” Quinn dragged his fingers between her labia, sharply inhaling at the feel and scent of her arousal. Stasia bit back a soft moan, but a small mew once he brushed against her clit betrayed her. “Just look at that. You’re already so wet for me, and I’ve barely done anything. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” This time, when he smacked her ass, it was on her bare skin and she was unable to stop whimpering from the pleasurable sting.

Stasia squirmed, her back arching as if inviting him to do it again. Quinn obliged, this time making her squeak as her juices leaked down her inner thigh. “Stop!” she cried out as she once again began to squirm around. She couldn’t see what was going on behind her, but she could feel his exposed length between her ass cheeks.

“You know what word to use to stop me. Otherwise, no. I won’t.” Stasia sucked in a breath as he rubbed the tip of his shaft against her opening, but instead of sinking into her, he move away. She was quivering with need, and if he didn’t fuck her soon, she didn’t know what she would do. This torture was agonizing.Quinn grabbed her ass and peeled cheeks apart to expose her hot slit. She could feel his eyes on it for a moment before his tongue dipped into her warmth, and she moaned softly, pushing her hips back. Almost like a man possessed, he ate her, moving his tongue from her depths to teasing her clit. Stasia squirmed and moaned, subconsciously adjusting her legs so that they spread wider.

Pulling away, he slapped her ass again. She jolted, having not been expecting it. “I didn’t tell you to spread your legs, brat. But since you want to get fucked so badly, let me show you exactly what little sluts like you get.”

Two fingers filled her, and she chewed on her bottom lip while wiggling on his digits. He began to move his fingers inside her, but he wasn’t going slow. Quinn fucked her hard and fast, all the while pulling her hair, causing her back to arch down. Between her moans, she said a breathy voice, “Stop, please. I don’t want this.” But her words only seemed to encourage him, and he continued finger-fucking her, his knuckles practically punching her ass at the speed they were going.

“Mmm, I know. What you really want is for me to pound you until you can’t walk tomorrow. Don’t worry, brat. You’ll be getting what you want as soon as you come for me.” Stasia swallowed her agreement, still dead set on pretending she didn’t want him. “I’m going to fill you, stretch you out, and fuck you until you’re screaming my name, but first, I want you to come on my fingers. You won’t be getting my cock until my fingers are nice and sticky with your juice.””N-no, I don’t want th-that,” Stasia stuttered her body jerking with her growing climax. Her walls gripped his fingers, and he knew that was a tell-tale sign that she was close. He picked up speed, using his free index finger to trace light circles on her clit. Stasia cried out, her body violently shuddering as it exploded from pleasure, and she shook while he continued fingering her to help her ride it out.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low. His fingers slowed to a stop, and as she lay with her ass still up in the air, shivering, he withdrew his fingers. He gave her no time to recover because within thirty seconds he slammed into her. Adjusting her legs so they were shut, he reached for her neck and gripped her firmly with both hands.

“No,” she said weakly, but he began driving into her, pushing as deep as he could whenever he was fully sheathed. “Oh, fuck. Stop, fuck. Gods.” Stasia felt incoherent, switching from telling him no to swearing because of how good it felt. Quinn leaned over her, and his length reached even deeper as he did so. As he’d promised, he fucked her hard and deep, and her eyes rolled back before she shut them.

His hands closed around her throat, and the drop in oxygen added to her pleasure. Her moans became high-pitched whines, another orgasm was fast approaching and he could feel her tightening around him. Quinn swore at how good she felt, and her reactions were spurring him on to go faster, harder. Despite his grip on her, she was practically bouncing off of him, her face rubbing into the bed each time he slammed into her. Stasia’s body spasmed as she came, her cries sounding like screams as he continued pounding into her.

Quinn chased his own orgasm and he was so close. His girlfriend’s screams of pleasure were like music to his ears, and he continued fucking her with fervor to ride it out for as long as possible. His hands moved down her body, grasping her hips as he’d yank her back towards him after every bounce. As Stasia quivered beneath him, coming down from her orgasm, he exploded inside of her. Quinn collapsed on top of her, his elbows the only thing keeping his weight off of her as he shook from the intensity.

It took him a moment to recover, but when he did, he slipped out of her and uncuffed her before climbing onto the bed and laying down next to her. Stasia was still trembling, and he gathered her in his arms, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You okay?” he asked. They had an established safe word if anything ever got to be too much, and she hadn’t used it, but he felt it was important to check in with her after such an intense session just to be sure.

And it didn’t go unappreciated. With a dazed, high smile, she turned her head up to press her lips to his in a lingering kiss before pulling away slightly. “So okay, I could do that again.”

Quinn chuckled, his hands wandering and exploring her body. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be more than happy to provide you with round two, babe.”

Oh, how Stasia looked forward to it.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wpfhdf/make_me_tw_cncbondageroughbratmf