Matt and I have been roommates for a few months, and the sexual tension has been palpable. One night, we were sitting on my bed drinking wine, and I was showing him the rope I use for kinky sex. I asked him his fantasies, and told him mine.
I told Matt I’d always wanted to wrestle and fight back against a partner with all my strength, and to be overpowered and fucked. “Oh really?” He says, and suddenly grabs my wrist, pinning it to the bed. I glare at him, trying not to smile. “Yes!”
He holds my eye contact as I strain, I give the slightest of nods, and he moves suddenly and tries to grab my other wrist. I struggle my absolute hardest, scratching, kicking, pulling, biting. I’m no match for him. He’s straddling me now and tying my wrists together behind my back. I struggle, try to kick, and he just ties my feet together as well. As i squirm and thrash, he holds me down by the neck with one hand and starts groping me under my clothes with the other, pulling my shirt up, pulling my pants down, exposing me, alternating between slaps and strokes of pleasure. I writhe as best I can and glare up at hum.