Hungry lustful eyes stare back at me as I survey you. Your arms are spread, tied tight at each wrist with a silk scarf. I smile when I remember you whispering “tighter” as I applied them. So greedy. The other end is firmly attached to the headboard. I listen to you breathe, heavy and ragged, anticipating what I’ll do.
I strip, slowly, in front of you. Taking each piece of clothing off deliberately. Letting you watch, looking into your eyes the entire time. Each article falling to floor as I reveal myself to you. I watch as your eyes take in every curve, every shadow, every nuance of my body. You know it so well, yet you look at me as if I’m new to you again. You strain against the restraints a bit, wanting to sit up and touch me.
I ease myself down onto the bed, naked now. I crawl up between your thighs and drag my fingers over them. A soft, light touch moves up your frame, drifting over your own shadows. They rest against your chest, my body following them. Leaning down, I brush my lips over yours. Your kiss is so sweet and tender. I press them down on your mouth again feeling passion tickling my arousal. I feel it surge through you as you lift your head to meet me. Your muscles tense and I feel you strain again against the restraints, desperate to touch me. I pull back slightly, teasing you with my mouth, my breath. I pull ever so slightly away that you can’t kiss me. You moan softly in frustration as I keep my distance.
I pull back more and slide down your body. My lips find your neck. I tease you at first, licking, sucking gently. Bestowing kisses down your shoulder. I find my spot quickly and bite you, hard. You groan and I feel your cock pulse against me. I bite you again, harder, sucking on you, marking you. No one will ever doubt that you’re mine. I move down, caressing your collarbone with my tongue. Licking over it down to your chest. I bite you again, leaving a mark in my wake. Your sharp gasp lets me know how much you’re enjoying the pain and the pleasure that follows.
I kiss further still, licking over your belly button, down to your hip. I feel you raise them to meet me, wanting desperately for me to take you into my mouth. I kiss down your hip to your thigh, licking the inside of it and gently nibbling at your skin. I move to the other side, biting your inner thigh and kissing up over your hip. Moaning, you plead softly, pleading for me to suck you. I kiss along your stomach, just to the side of your cock. Reaching the tip, I breath hotly on you. Letting you feel how close my mouth is. You moan. I kiss down the other side, letting my hair brush over you. I can feel your cock throbbing, yearning for my touch.
I sit up then. Looking at you, I tuck my hands behind your knees and pull you sharply down the bed, You’re stretched out completely now, arms taught against the restraints. A soft whimper escapes your lips. I crawl back up your body, past your erect cock, up over your chest, moving up further until I’m above your face.
“Lick me,” I say as I slowly lower myself down to your lips. With a moan, you eagerly flick your tongue over me, You moan again and I feel your soft, hot wet tongue lap at my wetness. Not being enough, I feel your tongue push past my own lips and delve into me, lapping greedy at me. I know you want to reach up to me. I know your hands want to find my hips and pull me to you. I know you want to feel the touch of my skin against your fingers. It’s making you hungrier that you can’t. You tongue moves over and around me, knowing what I like. You find my clit and suck gently at it. I can’t help but let out a low moan from deep inside me. I spread my thighs, sinking lower on you. Your tongue dances against me. Moving between my dripping cunt and my pulsing clit. I grab the headboard as I grind my hips down on you, fucking your tongue, your mouth. Every movement of your tongue, every movement of your helpless arms, every motion of your body arousing me more. Everything you do is making me want you more and more. I need to fuck you.
I draw away from you, moving down to straddle over your cock, it’s hard length nestling against my cunt. I slide against you, spreading my juices over you. Reaching behind your head I grab a handful of your hair. Gripping it tight and pulling back sharply, you cry out at the suddenness of it. I assault your mouth with my own, making you groan with pleasure again. Kissing you passionately, I feel your hard cock growing more erect against me. I break our kiss, pulling your hair harder, pull your head back further.
You tell me to fuck you. I look at you for a moment. It’s far too greedy for you to demand that I fuck you.
“No”
You whimper, understanding your mistake, and plead this time.
“Such a dirty fucking whore begging like this. Such a fucking slut.” I hiss at you.
To let you know I’m not pleased, I slide off to the side, one leg tucked between your own. I take your wet cock into my hand and begin to stroke you, painfully slowly.
Again you plead.
“No.”
A low urgent groan escapes from you. Your hips press up against my hand, your body writhes against me desperate for release.
“Such greedy boy, telling me to fuck you. So fucking greedy. Don’t you know I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. You’re mine, my slut, my whore and I’ll take you when I want to not when you tell me to.”
I know how much you like that, to be called my whore, my slut. The harsh words arouse you. My dominance and control arouses you.Your cock continues to grow harder and firmer in my hand. It’s rock hard now, so erect as I masturbate you. Your body is thrashing under my touch, trying to will me into releasing you. My fingers continue to move around you, my mouth at your ear, my other hand in your hair. I breathe heavily into you. My hand moves up and down your cock. I twist my hand slightly, turning as I stroke you, eliciting a rhythmic moan. I know you’re close. I know you can’t take much more.
You whisper a barely audible plead.
“You’re going to have to beg for it. Beg me to fuck you. I won’t unless you beg.”
Groaning you plead softly again, you breathing so ragged, so quick, almost out of control.
“No.” It wasn’t good enough. You emit a strangled noise, so turned on, so wanting me to fuck you.
“Beg me,” I harshly whisper quickening my pace around your cock. “You fucking whore. I know you can do better than that. Beg me…”
I listen to you. You’re breathless and needy. Your begging comes out in gasps. My hand moves mercilessly around your cock, but I won’t let you come. I feel your muscles tensing, your cock swelling in my hand. I slow down, holding you for a moment, keeping you there, on the edge.
“That’s it slut, beg me,” I whisper hotly in your ear again.
With a strangled cry, you beg more, completely submitting to me, giving yourself to me, telling me you’re my slut, my whore. Begging, pleading, lost in your own agonizing pleasure, wanting to do anything to please me. I resume my movements on your cock, stroking you gently. It’s what I’ve been waiting for, your complete submission, your acknowledgment that you’re mine.
I move over you again, gentler this time. I settle down over your cock. My juices running down my thighs from you, your begging. I rest against you, my slickness against your hardness. I move gently, back and forth along your hard cock. You easily slide against me. I hear you moan as your hips move up to meet me. I release your hair and slide both hands up your arms to your restrained wrists. I grip them tightly as I move slightly harder against you. I’m coating your cock now, my wetness dripping over you. I feel the tip of your cock against my clit, my hips grinding against you. I need you, I want you, I have to have you.
I angle my hips forward, pressing the head of your cock against my cunt lips. You’re so hot, so hard.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I whisper again.
You groan with pleasure, begging again for me to take you, asking me to fuck you. I moan at the sound and push against you, your erect cock sliding inside me. I push back hard against you, thrusting your cock deep. The suddenness of my movement makes you groan loudly. The feeling of my soft, hot, wet cunt around you takes you so close to the edge. I begin to rock against you, my hands gripping your wrists tighter, pinning you down more than the restraints can. Your cock slides in and out of my desirous cunt. God, I’ve needed you. I can feel myself reacting, the pleasure building inside me. I lean over and kiss you hard, passionately. Your tongue making contact with mine, desperate for more, needing me so much. I fuck you hard, taking you to the brink.
I sit up slightly, watching you… your eyes closed, your face in such ecstasy and agony. Leaning over you as your hips continue to thrust up to me. My breast now hovering over your lips. I press it against your mouth and your eyes open. You greedily take my hard nipple into your mouth. I feel you tongue swirl around it as your teeth graze me slightly.
“Bite me,” I say, my passion filling me, my lust overtaking me.
Another deep groan and your teeth find my skin, You suck hard on my nipple sending sparks through me. I release one of your wrists and find my other nipple with my fingers, rolling it hard between them, pulling on it. I gasp at the sensations, my body reacting to every motion, every lick, every bite. I need to cum.
I release my breast and reach down between us. I run my fingers down my slit, feeling your cock fucking me, thrusting harder into me. My fingers find my clit and I rub, wanting to cum on you. Muscles tense and I push back against you. I force you to slow, needing to take your control. I sit up completely, pulling my breast from your mouth. My fingers skid over my clit, our juices mingling, making me incredibly wet. I let my head fall back, oblivious to you, using you for my pleasure. I move harder against you, allowing your cock to find that spot deep inside me. I gasp audibly.
I start to whisper, “You’re mine, my fucking slut. I’m going to use you to make me cum, I’m going to take you and use you, my dirty fucking whore. God, I’m going to cum on you, I’m going to cum all over you. I’m going to cum all over your hard fucking cock and you’re not to cum until I do. You’re here for me, whore, and that’s all. When I cum, you’re going to have to beg me to let you cum to. Don’t you dare fucking cum until I say you can.” The words spill from my mouth as I feel my body getting closer. The edge is so close, I’m on the brink of my orgasm.
I hear you whimper softly, I know how close you are. I know you can feel the pulsing of my cunt, the beginnings of my release. My other hand moves back to my nipple, pinching it, bringing me closer still. I rock hard against you, my pace quickening as I fuck you. My breathing is heavier and my muscles tighten. So fucking close.
I know you’re watching me, desperate for me to cum on you, your hard cock. Desperate to please me, desperate to make me happy and bring me pleasure. My head falls back and my mouth opens, ragged breaths escape my lips. I feel it then, the surge of warmth, the intense feelings of pleasure moving through me. I cry out your name as I start to cum. My cunt convulses around you, the evidence of my orgasm and I shudder as it overtakes me. My back arches and I release into the feelings of it. Pulsing and pulsing, I squeeze your cock hard with each wave of sensation hitting me.
Through it all, I hear your cries, begging me to let you cum, pleading that you can’t hold back, unwilling to let go, but so dangerously close. Your breathing so heavy trying to fight back your own orgasm. My pulsing cunt, trying to milk it from you. It’s all too much for you.
Falling forward against you, I tell you to cum. “Cum in me, cum in my cunt, I want to feel your hot spunk shooting inside me. I want to feel your hard cock release into me. Fucking cum inside me.”
With a cry, you let go. All of the waiting, all of the pleasure, all of the denial surging through you and you release all of your cum inside me. Spurt after spurt, you body convulsing under me. You cry out over and over as I ride your orgasm.
You sink back against the bed, my body lying on top of you, trying to catch your breath. I look at you softly, my lips finding yours and our tongues mingle. Our passion is evident and our feelings clear. I move my hands slowly up your arms and untie the restraints, letting your arms relax. You sigh softly at the release and move them around my back, pulling me tight to you. We roll to our sides, facing each other, kissing softly. I look into your eyes, my good Boy. I’ll let you rest for now, but I’m not done with you yet…
***
I let you rest. Not long. Just long enough for your breathing to settle, for the tremor in your thighs to fade, for that dazed, wrecked look in your eyes to soften into something quieter. My good boy. My spent, marked, thoroughly used boy. I stay pressed against you, one thigh thrown over yours, my fingers tracing idle patterns over the bite I left on your chest. The skin is already darkening. I like that. I like knowing you’ll feel me tomorrow.
You try to speak once. I kiss the words off your mouth before they form.
“Shh. I told you I wasn’t done.”
Your cock is still half-hard against my hip, slick with both of us. I reach down and wrap my fingers around it, lazy, almost affectionate. You hiss. Sensitive. Overstimulated. Perfect. I stroke you slowly, watching your face, watching the way your brows draw together and your lips part. You don’t pull away. You never do.
“Still so greedy,” I murmur. “Even after I filled you. Even after I came on you and let you come inside me. You still want more.”
You nod, small, helpless. Your hand slides up my back, then down to my ass, squeezing. I let you. For now. I roll you onto your back again and straddle your hips, sitting just high enough that your cock rests against my cunt, not inside. I’m still wet. Dripping, actually. Your cum and mine mixed, sliding down my thighs, making a mess of both of us. I grind once, slow, just to watch your jaw tighten.
“Don’t you dare come,” I say, even though you’re not even inside me yet. “Not until I say. You’re going to last this time. You’re going to take whatever I give you and you’re going to thank me for it.”
“Yes,” you whisper. “Please.”
I smile. That word from your mouth does things to me.
I slide down your body and take you into my mouth. You groan like I’ve hurt you. I have, a little. You’re still too sensitive, still twitching from the last orgasm, and I don’t care. I suck you slowly, wet and deep, tasting us. My tongue works the underside, then the head, then I take you all the way until my nose presses against you. Your hips jerk. I pin them down with one forearm and keep going, unhurried, cruel in how gentle I am. I want you hard again. I want you aching. I want that desperate, mindless look back on your face.
It doesn’t take long. You’re young enough, hungry enough, mine enough that your cock thickens and fills my mouth even while you’re still panting from the last time. I pull off with a wet sound and look up at you.
“There he is.”
I crawl back up and kiss you, letting you taste yourself on my tongue. You kiss me like you’re starving. Your hands are everywhere now—my breasts, my waist, my ass—and I let them wander because I like the way you grab at me, like you still can’t believe you’re allowed to touch. Then I catch both wrists and pin them above your head again. No scarves this time. Just my weight and the look I give you.
“Keep them there.”
You do.
I reach between us and line you up. I don’t tease this time. I sink down in one long, slow slide until you’re buried to the hilt and I’m seated on you completely. We both make a sound. Yours is broken. Mine is satisfied. I stay there for a moment, just feeling you, feeling how hard you are inside me, how you pulse like you’re already close again. I roll my hips once, experimentally, and your head tips back.
“Look at me.”
You do. Your eyes are dark, glassy, wrecked in the best way.
I start to move. Not the frantic grinding from before. Something slower. Deeper. I lift almost all the way off and drop back down, taking you fully each time. My hands stay on your wrists. My tits bounce with the motion. I watch your face the entire time because that’s half the point—watching you try to hold it together while I use you. You’re so wet from me that the sound is filthy, slick and rhythmic. I add a little circle of my hips on the downstroke and you whimper.
“That’s it. Take it. You’re so fucking good like this. So full of me. So obedient.”
I pick up the pace. Not frantic yet. Just enough to make your breathing change, to make those little aborted thrusts of your hips start again. I let go of one wrist so I can play with my clit, rubbing in tight circles while I ride you. The dual sensation makes my thighs shake. I’m already close again. I always get close too fast when I have you like this—tied or not, begging or not, it doesn’t matter. You’re mine and my body knows it.
“You feel that?” I ask, voice rough. “How wet I am for you? How I’m dripping down your cock? That’s because you’re my slut. Because you let me use you. Because you came when I told you to and you’re going to do it again when I tell you to.”
You nod, frantic now. Your free hand has stayed above your head like I told it to. Good boy. Such a good, desperate boy.
I lean down and bite the other side of your neck, hard enough to leave a matching mark. You cry out and your cock jerks inside me. I suck the skin between my teeth, then lick it, then bite again lower, on your shoulder. I want you covered. I want anyone who sees you tomorrow to know someone owned you last night.
“I’m going to come on you again,” I tell you against your skin. “And this time you’re going to stay still. You’re not going to thrust. You’re not going to chase it. You’re just going to lie there and let me take what I want. Understand?”
“Yes. Fuck—yes.”
I sit up and really start to ride you. Harder. Faster. My hand works my clit without mercy. The other one braces on your chest, right over the first bite mark. I can feel my orgasm building, that tight, inevitable heat low in my belly. I don’t try to hold it back. I chase it, using your cock, using your body, using the way you look at me like I’m the only thing in the world.
It hits me in a long, shuddering wave. I grind down and stay there, pulsing around you, gasping your name, my cunt clenching so hard it almost hurts. You make a wrecked little sound but you don’t move. You take it. You stay still like I told you and let me come all over you, dripping, shaking, using you exactly how I want.
When it eases, I don’t get off. I stay seated, breathing hard, looking down at you.
“Your turn,” I say. “But you’re going to work for it.”
I lift off you. You make a noise of protest that I ignore. I turn around and straddle your face instead, facing your feet, and lower myself onto your mouth.
“Lick. Clean me up. Taste what you did.”
You don’t hesitate. Your tongue is immediately on me, messy and eager, lapping at my oversensitive cunt, at the mix of us, at my clit. I moan and grind down, giving you more of my weight. Your hands come up to hold my thighs. I let them. I rock against your face while I reach forward and take your cock in my hand again, stroking in time with your tongue. You’re leaking, so hard it looks painful.
“Don’t come,” I remind you. “Not yet.”
You groan against me. The vibration makes my thighs twitch. I keep stroking you, slow and tight, twisting at the head the way I know you like, while you eat me like you’ll die if you stop. I’m still sensitive from coming, so every flick of your tongue is almost too much. I don’t stop you. I grind harder. I use your mouth. I use your tongue. I use the way you can’t get enough of me.
When I’ve had enough of that, I climb off and turn around again. I straddle you the other way this time, facing you, and sink back onto your cock in one motion. We both gasp. I lean down until my chest is against yours, my mouth at your ear.
“Now you can move. Fuck me. Hard. I want to feel you lose it.”
You don’t need to be told twice. Your hands grab my hips and you thrust up into me, deep and desperate. I meet you, slamming down, our bodies slapping together. It’s messy and loud and perfect. I bite his shoulder again. He groans and fucks me harder. I can feel him getting close—the way he swells, the way his rhythm starts to stutter, the way his fingers dig into my skin hard enough to bruise.
“That’s it. Use me. Show me how much you need it. Show me what a greedy little whore you are for my cunt.”
You break. The words do it, or the bite, or the way I’m clenched around you—I don’t care. You slam up into me one last time and come with a broken cry, pulsing, filling me again, your whole body shaking under mine. I stay on you through it, rolling my hips, milking every last spurt out of you, whispering filthy praise against your neck.
“Good boy. That’s it. Give it to me. All of it. You’re so fucking good when you come for me.”
You collapse. I stay on top of you, both of us panting, sweaty, dripping. After a minute I lift off and lie beside you again. Your cum leaks out of me onto the sheets. I don’t care. I sling a leg over yours and rest my head on your chest, listening to your heart hammer.
Your arm comes around me automatically. I let it. I trace the marks I left—neck, chest, shoulder, the faint red lines on your wrists from earlier. Mine. All of it mine.
“You did so well,” I say, quieter now. The edge is still there, but softer. Possessive instead of cruel. “Took everything I gave you. Came when I told you. Stayed when I told you. My perfect slut. My good boy.”
You turn your head and kiss my hair. I feel you smile against me.
I reach down and cup you, gentle this time, just holding you. You’re spent, sensitive, twitching at even that light touch. I don’t stroke. I just keep my hand there, claiming.
“We’re going to sleep like this,” I tell you. “You’re going to stay in this bed. You’re going to keep my marks. And when you wake up, if you’re hard again, you’re going to wait for me to decide what to do with you. Understand?”
“Yes.” Your voice is hoarse. Ruined. Satisfied.
I kiss the bite on your neck, then your mouth, slow and deep. No more teasing. Just the two of us, messy and used and still tangled together.
“You’re mine,” I whisper against your lips. “Not just tonight. You know that, don’t you?”
You nod. Your arms tighten around me.
I close my eyes, still half on top of you, still wet, still marked by the way you felt inside me. The story doesn’t need another round. This is enough. You, wrecked and claimed and holding me like you never want to let go. Me, already thinking about tomorrow, and the day after, and every time I’ll take you apart again just because I can.
I fall asleep to the sound of your breathing, my hand still on you, my teeth marks already blooming dark on your skin.
Mine.
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