The rolled up magazine barely stung when it smack against the supple flesh of her ass, but it had less to do with pain than it did control of the moment. Daniel had taken something Mina had been teasing him about and used it to keep her quiet.
Though, when he brought the roll down against her reddened skin she let out a little yelp. Again, not out of plain, but due to the sheer pleasure derived from having him so urgently taking what he needed.
The very moment Daniel walked through the door after returning from the convention he had her pressed against the door. She might not have said goodbye to him, but greedily welcomed him home. It was visceral, their clawing need. When he kissed her shoulder he lift imprints. When she scratched his back she left lines.
Suddenly it this thing between them became about fitting in as much as they could as he prepared for his tour. It equally became urgent for them to make up for lost time.
Again, the magazine was brought against her ass. Curled up among the pagess was an interview of Daniel from the convention, talking book four, fans, and the movie due to release after his two month tour. The interview was lively, witty, and as eccentric as Daniel could be often. Mina felt pride for him when she read it and tormented him that she was going to display it on the fridge.
He had her pinned against the cool material of the fridge before she could land another jab. Mouth over hers and hands under her shirt. As he suckled her neck she lamented she was going to be late for work.
Even now, bent over the island in the kitchen, pants pulled down her legs and ankles spread as wide as the waistband would allow, she gripped the lip of the counter and repeated, “I am going to be late for work.”
“You’re already late. Call out.” There was something in his voice that felt distant. Even when he fished her phone from her back pocket and set it before her, the command felt far away. Part of her knew she should call out if only to make him a cup of tea and and coax him into talking.
Verbally, he might have been distant but the physical pressure of his hand on her lower back was patently real, living. It did things to her body she couldn’t reasonably explain.
Picking up the phone to call the office manager, she was instantly shoved back to the counter the moment she lifted her body. Her breasts were pressed flat and Daniel’s voice was just as toneless. “Don’t get up.”
He kept his grip on her shoulder tight, his hand at the small of her back, smoothing over the curve of her behind and dipping between her legs when she hit dial, the phone laying flat in front of her. She jumped at the same time the phone started to ring.
The hand on her shoulder moved to her head, pressing her chin, cheek and temple to the cool surface in a clear warning. This behavior wasn’t a surprise to her, they had been like this before, the exchange existed in the realm of trust between them, the same realm that intoxicated and excited her.
He threaded his fingers through the tufts of her public hair and wedged his thumb between her lips, dragging the digit the length of her pussy. She was so distracted she barely noticed the call roll to voicemail. As the message played Daniel prompted, “Why don’t you use those words you were so found of just a few minutes ago.”
“Uh,” when she licked her lips to start speaking her tongue hit the counter and her first few words were a babble, but she tidied up the message and hung up the call. It wasn’t until the screen when blank that muttered to Daniel, “You mean the ones where I called you akin to a god.”
“Writing god, actually.”
His hand left her sex and returned in an open palmed spank against her vulnerable cheek. The sheer force of the hit – no lead up or warning – drove her stomach into the counter and she yelped. He didn’t wait, his hand coming down on her quickly reddening cheek once more.
He kept her face down with his grasp, fingers knotted in her hair. Three more strikes had her straining against his grip, biting her lower lip as she challenged herself to take this, growing wet in anticipation of more. The stinging in her cheek gratifying. God, she wanted more.
“And to quote, ‘the type of story so vividly told…’” Smack. “‘You’d swear you were a child again…’” Smack. “‘Staring at the stars and believing there was no such thing as fantasy – everything is possible.’”
She grunted the words, teeth gritting as he brought his palm against the aching cheek, skin yelling at her. Her eyes stung and the counter became wet with her tears.
Daniel, yelling at her. “Shut your fucking mouth, Mina. No one…gives a….shit what…..you have to say!”
Each word was paired with a blow, but she felt the harsh words more, like lacerations. She’d taken a rod before to her behind but the puncturing agony of what he said quickly turned this from play to reality and she found she had no safeword for emotional wreckage.
Mina didn’t need one. Daniel pulled away. Hand clenching into a fist and balling against the wall, eyes closed as he took in deep breaths. Eventually he pressed his back to the wall and sank down to the kitchen floor.
Watching this closely, having lifted herself up from the counter at the sudden change, she felt a lot like she should pull her pants back up, yet her hands were too busy brushing tears from her face.
“I’m sorry,” those were the first, second and third words from his mouth as he repeated them again and again. His upper lip had gone thin with worry, tension held in his his jaw.
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. That is never okay.”
“You’ve done worse and I’ve liked it.”
“A horse of a different color.” Daniel let his hand unclench, the palm bright red and indicative of the shade worn on her behind. “Physically I was in control.”
Mina nodded. “I know.”
“But what I said…” He asked, “Can we talk about it? About what I said.”
“It was pretty clear.”
“It wasn’t meant for you. Not at all. It was meant for all this noise about the movie. The book. The tour. The premiere. I’m used to being talked about, just not like this.” He held his hand out to her and she frowned at it.
“What, we going to shake that were good,” she quipped, a slight smile returning to her face. It was a gentle one, uneasy still, even knowing the words weren’t meant for her.
“No, you’re going to help an old man off the floor. Leg is asleep.”
Their hands clasped and Mina stabilised herself, yanking on Daniel’s arm to give him the velocity to get up. He hobbled close to her, not letting go. His palm was so warm in her grasp that she was positive he had caused more harm to his hand then her behind.
“I don’t want you to think this is what I imagine doing to you whenever you speak up. I like your voice. Your opinions. It compliments me. This was content, and I shouldn’t have use it as a backbone to this.” He confessed. “I’m sorry.”
Mina knew he had stopped himself well beyond her breaking point. He knew this as well, it didn’t make his apology any less potent.
“I just never imagined you pulling away. I didn’t know that was a thing,” she said. “I mean physically I wasn’t done. I liked the power. A lot.”
“Half this game is mental and I wasn’t in the right place. It’s my responsibility to make sure I don’t cross lines, yours definitely, and mine. Anger can be an incredible tool, it shares borders with arousal. Jesus, do you know the amount of times you drove me senseless when we’d argue.” He kissed the back of her neck as he pulled her into him.
It felt an awful lot like he was seeking shelter with her. It was a new intimacy, apart from everything else they had this was different. She pulled away from it, not physically, but mentally shielding herself with a light laugh.
“The feeling is mutual. I always thought a good fuck would fix this. And Dan, if I knew this was bothering you I wouldn’t have pestered.”
“I know. I should have expressed that before we did anything. I really can’t apologize enough for hurting your feelings, even if it was just in the moment.” He smiled tightly. “Good to know you have buns of steel, but that your heart is still soft. It’s another reason I like you.”
*He likes me?* It was the first thought that popped into her head and that intimate moment she had tried to tuck away like a loose thread suddenly became like a full stitch, the beginning of something. She didn’t dare ask if that’s what he meant.
Prompting a switch she suggested, “As I said, I could have taken more.”
His eyes lit. “You want to take more?”
“Yes. I mean, I already called out of work, didn’t I?”
“Are you sure?”
“We can take it slow. You can take your time. Take control,” she offered him methodologically and his mouth quirked, making his face all the more charming.
This time, when he spoke, he was fully with her. “Alright, princess. Let’s start by taking all those clothes off. Fold them. Leave them on the counter.”
Stepping out of her pants she folded them. Then her panties, feeling normalcy return, folding the tiny cloth and moving to lift her shirt over her head, followed by unhooking her sheer bra and neatly assembling a pile of what she had been wearing. His satisfaction gave her delight.
“Very good. Let’s see if you keep on listening this well. To the bedroom.”
She walked ahead of him and gave an extra swish to her behind, provoking more lustrous thoughts as she heard him growl. In his room she waited for his next command.
It came in the form of a question. “Do you want me to tie you up today or do you think you can be good when I tell you not to move or touch?”
“What will the punishment be if I do not listen, Sir?”
“I will not let you cum and you are going to want to cum after this.”
A shiver evaded her body, making her tingle between her legs. Her nipples grew obviously stiff and her voice hoarse, “I’ll be good.”
“Good.” Daniel, leg obviously restored, crouch down and opened his chest of toys. One he kept in front of his bed, locked and sealed unless be was playing. A set of nipples clamps were removed and had her hold them, warming the metal as his own hands warmed her flesh, taking her weighty breasts into his hands at the base and kneading them. There was no shyness in his touch or in her gurgled moan.
He hands always felt like the exact definition of good. To him, she was the exact definition.
Daniel broke off his massage, pinching one of her nipples at the base and pulling it from her body. She handed him the clamps in a wordless form of obedience and watched as he fastened the first one, effectively trapping her swollen bud in a way that made her mouth wet with saliva.
Taking notice, he popped his thumb into her mouth and let it coat with spit, only pulling it out to press around her areola in a circle before her secured the clamp around her once free nipple. A small chain connected them and he gave its satisfied tug. Her breath trembled from her body.
Already what had happened in the kitchen felt far away. If anything, she felt safer with him because he knew when to stop.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The tightness was perfect.
“That mouth of yours is awfully wet, why don’t we use that. Get on your knees.”
She planted herself before him and waited as he liked when in this roll, with hands braced on her thighs. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to be able to touch him today, he needed more control than her hands would offer.
Eyes caught on his gaze, she watched as he stepped out of his pants, veins prominent along his rigid cock. It bobbed before her face. He seized her hair in a fist. “Part your lips.”
Laying her tongue flat, Mina accepted the head of his cock, eager to please. Nothing spiked her arousal as much as pleasuring her partner did, and he gave into making throaty grunts as she closed her lips around his girth and began to suck. He gave her enough slack that she could push down his shaft and use her tongue to lap against the sensitive tip.
Lost in giving, she gasped as she was pulled off, this time his grasp was right at the roots of her hair. Her eyes simmered up at him, lips red from working. It was all about giving in now.
“Part your lips again.”
He aligned himself with her mouth and thrust forward until he was at the back of her tongue. Again, he did just the same, her jaw hanging slack for him. At the finally thrust he did not pull out, instead with grave slowness he began to push the bulbous head down her throat, a build up of viscous saliva making it go down easy.
A tingle caught in her chest, promoted by her slight gag. He didn’t move until he felt her throat stop spasming. The clamps around her nipples felt like fire, attention called to them as she dribbled from her mouth.
Long lines of spit caught on her chin and landed across her chest when he pulled himself free. Daniel let her draw in a ragged breath before he shoved her lips back down his cock until they touched the pubic hair around his shaft. She groaned around the invasion, but did not gag this time.
She was comfortable with him and he began to fuck her mouth, shallow thrusts, keeping him embedded around her contracting muscles. Tears pricked her eyes at the exertion and as they dribbled down her cheek Daniel told her, “This is the only time I want to see your face wet like this, eyes red. Understood?”
She hummed and he groaned, manhood twitching. He was quick to remove it and release her hair. He had been close to cumming, and Mina stole pride from that.
Her smile widened further when he breathed. “Do you know how badly I want to take your ass right now, cock lubed by the cute fucking mouth of yours.”
The tight hole clenched at the thought. Her sex throbbed. They hadn’t played with her behind except for the occasional tip of his finger. She offered wanting, “It is yours, sir.”
“You have no clue what your saying. Get up. On the bed on your hands and knees.”
Abdication stirred within as he adjusted herself, breasts hanging low and the clamps working wonders to tease her. The sensation alone made her whimper. And then he was behind her, having retrieved something new from the chest. She felt the tip of a toy at the opening of her sex.
When her legs were parted like this, her pink lips were pulled wide. He started to work the toy in, pulling it in and out with little thrusts.
His voice was coarse. “You know what this is. It is a butt plug. I’m going to fill your ass with it. Tell me what you want?”
“I want you to put the toy in my ass,” she pleased desperately. “Please, Sir.”
There was no feeling comparable to being like this with him. She widened her hips for him as she felt the largest width of the toy sink into her drenched pussy. It fit her snugly there, she could only imagine how it would feel in her behind.
His finger felt amazing, having used her juices to make it slick. He pressed it to her tight ring. It slipped into her ass easily and he worked the two together until her legs were shaking. Until she was biting into the pillow at the head of his bed.
With as little warning as he gave when he pulled her head off his cock, he removed his finger and the toy. She found the rounded tip against her puckered skin.
“You will tell me right away if you need more lubrication, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The pressure welled, first against her virgin ass, and then from some deeper submissive part of her which told her to relax and let this happen. The worse case was it wouldn’t fit. The best case was that it would. She stretched over the toy, taking more as he coached her to push out. When she did more slid in. There was pain only around the very outside and she breathed. “M-more lub….sir.”
He grunted and she felt him tap at her arm, singling he wanted its use. Resting her head fully against the bed she allowed him to guide her hand to the toy. To hold onto it, to feel it in her hand made it more real and she felt her sex convulsed like she was nearing orgasm. Only he had ever been able to make her cum without penetration or clitoral stimulation.
Soon, cool lub was worked around her tender flesh and with a few more nudges the toy locked into place. Her whole body gave a massive shudder as she arched.
“Jesus, your beautiful,” Daniel breathed then caught himself. “How do you feel, princess?”
“I’ve never been this full.”
“Just wait until you feel my cock inside you too. You’ve done such a good job not struggling. Maybe I should give you a treat. Would you like to cum with me?”
“Yes.”
“If you cum now, that plug stays in your ass the rest of the day. Understood?”
How could she say no when her body ached so badly? Her cheek was still sore, when he gave it a squeeze she mewled a soft, “Understood.”
When he entered her the front of her body collapsed into the bed. He let her have this one thing as he began to fill her completely, down to the very curly hairs at the base of his cock, which her lips had brushed not long ago.
“I lied,” she gasped. “I lied, Sir, I am so much more full now.”
“I can feel the plug in your ass against my cock.” She felt him shiver behind her. “Never….never have I imagined having you like this. I didn’t think you would dream of doing this with me.”
He started to move. Lengthy thrusts, slow and steady.
“I didn’t know I wanted it. Thank you, Dan, I mean, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“I like you saying my name,” he grunted and gave into their medium place.
The agony he had suffered earlier seemed to fade. While he still controlled the situation he gave in to her using his name and wrapped his hands around her waist, taking from her and giving back.
Eventually, he pulled her back into his lap, still thrusting but expecting her to help, the feeling of the plug that much more awakening now that her legs weren’t spread. It was the culmination of his tugging at the clamps, and finally releasing her restricted nipples, which brought her to orgasm. He follow close behind, grasping her large breast in his hand and bring her back to his chest as he held her.
She still did not touch him, simply braced her hands on her thick thighs and let herself experience her peak as Daniel filled her with his own release. He kept bucking his hips into the most divine friction, that of a pussy well coated in cum. Mina didn’t think she could go again, spent. Thankfully neither could Dan, his hips gradually stilling.
When it was done, he laid her down and remained behind her, touch tender along her body. She hated how whole she felt, especially when he threaded his fingers with hers, giving unspoken permission that he was through.
Even more so, she hated how she held him back, how she let this intimacy wrap around them. Hated how much she enjoy this newness.
Hated, how she liked him.
This was new, very new and there was no simple continuing on from this. There was only growing.
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