Tag: BDSM

He is a patient man.
But I can see his eyes dilate every time my dress pulls up my leg a bit more. His breath catches as lace shows just over the top, and my breasts are teasing to come out.
Not a word is said. Music playing, just loud enough to cover our thoughts. The anticipation on this drive is thick, the tension palpable. But we’re almost to the hotel. And he is a patient man.
With my bubbly personality, I check us in, careful not to show anything. Nothing suspicious here. That isn’t dark lace under my tight dress and large cardigan. Just another basic white chick.
I try not to let my imagination start in the elevator. But why is it so empty on a Saturday afternoon? Why are there so many floors? If I could just pin him-
*Ding* the doors open and I’m not looking him in the eye. We find our room silently.
The moment we enter, the door is soundly locked, his demeanor changes entirely.
Pinning me to the wall, he presses his body against mine, stealing the first kiss of the night. I moan, my arms shivering where he has them pinned above my head. His kiss is long and deep.
“You temptress. I saw you squirming in the elevator. Did you mean to blow our cover?” He’s searching my eyes, stern. But I notice the slight pull to one corner of his mouth. He is amused. He knows I can’t hide my thoughts.
He presses back into me, his tongue exploring my lips. My mouth opens to take him in, and his tongue finds what it likes. Lip sucking, biting, exploring, he finally tastes blood as my full bottom lip tears.
His eyes are dark at the taste, and he pulls back to look at me. Just a small slice of red. “What a problem for your beautiful lips” and he returns to sucking on them. I groan at the slight pain.
“Mmm but you must stay quiet, little one”. My eyes dart fire at him. He barely acknowledges.
I am suddenly pushed towards the couch, over the arm and down on my back. He’s on top of me. He couldn’t wait any longer.
His mouth presses to mine, but my body is left weightless. I squirm and look for him.
“Be still, now” and I feel a knee settle between my legs. I gasp.
“Shhhhhh” he’s kissing trails to my chin, my jawline, down my neck. This is heaven. I feel him nearing my ear. With a single breath, I am shaking, letting out small moans.
I feel his hand on my throat, “I said quiet, slut.” But I can’t stay quiet when I feel his breath in my ear, his teeth clinking against my earring as he tries it. I am writhing, whimpering uncontrollably.
“How to keep you silent…” And he suddenly feels my wetness on his knee. He smirks at the thought. Slowly, trailing his hands down my body, he finds the edge of my dress and pushes it up. My matching lace thong is soaked.
“What an eager little bitch. So wet” he purrs. My legs shake, but I move to help him take them off, the cold air hitting the pool I’ve built up. I shiver.
His hands find my breast, still thinly clothed, and an erect nipple with its ring. He loves to pull at my rings. I gasp at the sensation. Just the thing he wanted, so he can stuff my wet thong into my mouth. I hate to be gagged, but he knows I can’t stay quiet.
Finding my breasts again, he pulls down my dress. My unlined lace bra leaves nothing to the imagination. His teeth, running over the lacey pattern in search of my ring, is the best feeling. My stifled moans are barely heard through the gag, and he moans back, quietly, teasing me.
A rogue fingers finds its way down to my wetness and slides into my folds. I jerk, surprised. And incredibly aroused. My hand shoots down to his, trying to protect myself (or help?). I love to play.
“Oh, this won’t do”
He pulls off his belt, using it to bind my hands over my head. My eyes are on fire with defiance and desire.
“No shhhh. Quiet”
But my hips buck against his, challenging him. He purses his lips and gives my nipple a pull. “You do love to fight me, don’t you” he looks into my lust-filled eyes. “But I’m afraid you must stay Still” and his hips grind into mine. I can feel his stiffness against me, and I’m moaning at the thought of it.
“Please” I try to beg through my gag.
“What is that?” He goes to loosen it a bit.
“Please” I cry out
“Oh, you are impatient. But I will stifle your cries, for you must be quiet” and he turns me on the couch, so my head hangs off the seat, and my legs are splayed up the wall.
Undoing his pants, at last, I see his thick member push straight out, pointing to my lips. But it is not the head he wants me to play with. He shifts, till his balls are dangling in front of my mouth, and I stick my tongue out to taste them. I am rewarded with a gasp from him, a quick shiver. I chuckle. And, In one swift move, I am sucking his sack into my mouth, my tongue fondling his most sensitive spots. He is shaken by my eagerness, and his arms reach out to brace him against the couch.
“My, you are hungry, aren’t you”. Trying to distract me from my feast, his fingers slide through my slick folds. I squirm, but don’t make a sound, his sack never leaving my mouth.
“Good girl” he purrs. His fingers slip into me and my back arches at the entrance. I suck harder in my excitement, and he hisses. He pulls out from my mouth as I release, and quickly returns with his large, hardening girth.
My mouth fills with him and I moan. The vibrations draw him to the back of my throat where he holds until I gag. He can feel the rush of fresh excitement around his fingers. The reminder to tease me has returned his attention to my hole. He pushes in, finding my pleasure spot, and rubs it till I moan again. In goes his girth and I hold for longer before gagging and moisture leaks from every hole
“You are so wet, aren’t you. Such a slut for choking” and he pushes a third finger into the back hole. A muffled squeal escapes as I feel him enter my backside. A slight squirm at the sensation. This is too much.
He knows I am building already, and he pushes his dick deeper into my throat. My gagging won’t stop him now. A tight grip on my ass and pussy stabilizes him as he pistons in and out of my throat. Tears stream down my face as I gag with no relief. My body is on fire. He gets faster, bludgeoning my throat and pulling at my pelvic bone. My eyes, which had been closed in concentration, suddenly widen as a fire burns through my core. My body is shaking, my pussy pulsing, and he knows I have cum.
He pulls out and *slap* “I didn’t say you could cum yet”. I still. I know I have messed up
I whimper in response, quick to make amends. But he is not having it.
Silently, in his dismay, he signals for me to turn over on my knees, face down. I comply swiftly, sorry for what I’ve done and ready to redeem myself.
“Hmm” he sighs. He’s looking me over from behind, studying my fast breathing, my compliance, and my wetness. “You want me that bad?” I nod, eagerly. My eyes show how desperate I am. “Will this do?” As his fingers enter me again, I groan happily. *Slap* across my ass. “You will learn to be quiet, slut”. The thong is stuffed back in my mouth as his fingers widen to stretch my entrance. I know I have to be loose to except his girth. Another slap on the ass “what are you thinking about, slut? I need your attention here” and he reaches under me to tweak a stiff nipple. I jump, biting against my gag, and I look at him in confusion.
“You better not be thinking of anything, or anyone else as I take you” *slap* and I jump again, blushing. Is he a jealous type? *Slap, slap* again, on each cheek, as he’s still rubbing inside of me. “Only me” he whispers, “only me”. My head starts to spin at this stimulation, my pussy tightening with each slap. “How will I ever fit into this tight hole of yours?”
I’m not sure, but I’m eager to find out. I wiggle my ass in response, hoping he understands my request
“Oh? Are you ready? So eager to feel my girth to split you in half?” After some more teasing, “Come” and he pulls out, guiding me to the bed.
He signals for me to lay on my back, knees to chest. I cautiously move to get in position, unsure of why he chose this particular one.
But he knows what he wants. He looks me over, smirking at my vunerable state. “You look delicious. May I?” As he kneals down to lap at my juices. My eyes are wide in surprise, watching his tongue take one large swipe at my slits, and my head falls back. He reaches up to gently tug at my nipple rings, causing me to arch and groan. But I quickly silence myself.
“Good girl” and he continues at my pussy. His fingers return and the wonderful sensation flows over me. He knows how I love his hands and fingers.
I let my legs rest on his shoulders, as my hips gyrate slowly against him. He moans into me, pleased that I am enjoying him so much. But not for long.
“I want you to come for me” “mm?” I lift my head to look at him, just as his mouth latches to my clit and his fingers pinston in and out of me. I gasp and arch back, feeling it to my core. Mere seconds of this and I am shaking into release.
He tastes my flood and moans happily. “What a good little bitch you are”. But his fingers aren’t stopping. They continue to pinston against my pleasure spot and I struggle to break free and recover from my orgasm. He won’t let me. His other hand finds my throat and he squeezes, just enough to make me high. I’m moaning loudly. *slap* “silence, bitch!” He commands. But I can’t control myself. The painful overstimulation has turned into a roaring build, a quick second orgasm.
He stops, pulling his fingers out, and I whimper. The quick build has swept away, and I am left wanting. He knows.
He is bent over me, staring deeply into my eyes. A forceful, but gentle kiss is pressed to my lips, and I eagerly open my mouth to take him in. He sighs softly, his head positioning against my opening. I squeak in anticipation. Finally!
He pulls away for a moment. Staring at me again, he signals to be quiet. A hand is placed firmly over my mouth, my eyes wide in torment.
“Please” they say. And he does.
His large girth presses into me. In one, long stroke, he enters me and I silently scream. He is so big. I can’t. Please. Please help me!
His eyes close, feeling my tight walls around him. He pushes just further, to the hilt, and groans. My head spins, the sound of his deep voice washing over me. I start to relax. He can feel it, too.
He carefully pulls back, watching my eyes shoot open. With a smirk, he presses back in and I am lost in the pressure. My head falls back and the light starts to fade. But only temporarily. I feel him start to move again, and my eyes open to stare into his. Our eyes locked, he thrusts in and out of me, seeing the pain melt to pleasure. My face relaxes and my eyes close.
*Slap* “look at me” he growls. He must have sensed the excitement I felt at his command, as it got slicker for him down there. I lock eyes again, and he chuckles. “Good slut. Now, don’t look away” and his thrusting increases pace. Our breathing quickens simultaneously, and I know this won’t last long. My orgasm is building. And his commands only make it build faster.
“Not yet” he says, “hold”. As my eyes betray me, I can’t hold on for much longer, he pulls out suddenly. The whimpering cannot be stifled at my dismay. “I said hold” he growls at me.
If he thinks this helps me calm down, he is wrong. But I start to cool, just as I feel him at my entrance once more.
“Only when I say” and I force control over my breathing. We lock eyes again, and I feel him press into me, straight to the hilt. I almost can’t breath, but I force air out. He feels so good inside of me.
The thrusting continues, slowly, and I can’t help but join in the rhythm of his hips. But this is not what he wants
He leans back, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs wide. I am all exposed, and he can see himself entering me. This pleases him, and he smirks.
“Mine” he growls darkly. He lets my feet fall, lifting my hips off the bed to meet his. My muscles activate and he feels bigger than ever. But the pleasure is so intense that I revel in the tightness. He is thrusting right into my pleasure spot. Our breathing quickens together. I see him trying to concentrate. A groan escapes and I know he’s almost there. I tighten my muscles more and his eyes snap open at me. His grip digging into my ass, he picks up his pace. I’m trying not to scream, but the pleasure is building so quickly. I look to him for permission. He nods quickly.
Both our heads fall back and gutteral cries are let from our throat. The pulsing inside of me feels like I’m falling into pure bliss. We collapse onto the bed, our members still pulsing together, our breathing labored.
When our souls return to earth, I feel him lift his head, brushing my hair off my forehead. “Good girl” he whispers, and kisses my forehead.
I sigh, happy, nuzzling into his chest. I can feel him chuckle. He reaches for the towel and moves to clean me, gently. I whimper, as I’m still very sensitive, and he finishes his duty. With both of us clean, he collapses by me, scooping me up into an embrace. His warmth is felt down my back. I know I’m safe in these arms.
A gentle, deep sigh escapes his lips. He’s falling asleep. After the exhausting round, I’m not far behind. I smile, thinking about round two.