His feet were digging painfully into my ankles, spreading them as far as I could go. It would bruise. So would my wrists. We were both laying on our backs, just mine was on top of him. With both arms forced behind my back, pinned between his chest and anchored with an elbow and hand, the other hand was free.
He had the dammed wand in it. He started it off low, looping his knee over my thigh to hold my leg, using his heel to push it against my sex when he decided to torment- my predicament. It took him the better part of an hour to get me here.
We had began this torture when we went to bed. I was already naked, he laid on the bed fully clothed. “Take off your clothes,” I told him, leaning over to kiss him.
“Are you telling me what to do?” he asked. I stroked down his chest, ran my hand under his shirt and tried to raise it. His hand clamped down on mine.
Wrestling for him to get naked commenced. It was an unfair advantage he had – I was going to his clothes and trying to undress him, he was trying to pin me.
I don’t ever play nice. My goal is to hurt as much as possible without permanently hurting him, while his goal is make sure I don’t hurt myself and pin me.
And pinning me is never easy. He commented, “why did I have to marry such a feisty wife?”
“Your life would be boring without it,” I responded while my elbow was digging into the front of his neck, trying to choke him.
He managed to push me off of him, flipped me onto my stomach and used his weight (double my own) to subdue me macro 023for a brief time. He fingered me while I shouted he was cheating and then forgot to fight back in my pleasure, and suddenly he was suddenly his cock was inside me. “I still have my clothes on,” he leaned forward and boasted in my ear as I kicked out uselessly.
“You can’t do that,” I denied even though he was. I grabbed the side of the bed and tried to slide out from under him. He reached around the side of the bed and the wand went flying beside our pillows. I groaned. Then, he tried to grab my arms to keep them still. I slipped out one, got my hand around his windpipe and gripped, struggled to my knees and rotated out from under him. He bent my arm away from his throat, hugged around me and flipped us both over until we were both on our backs.
“If you say that I win, that you are my fuck trophy, I’ll take off my clothes,” he panted, trying to subdue my flinging legs and arms. He especially dislikes my legs, as I will kick him for all I am worth.
My legs were the first captured, ankles wrapped around ankles and forced my legs spread. I tried to squirm and elbow him. He captured the elbow and yanked it behind my back as far as my shoulder would allow, using his chest to slow my movements. Next went my other wrist, his hand clamping down on wrist and arm and binding them together between us.
I was pinned. With his free hand, he began the wand on low, softly and slowly stating again, “say ‘you win, I am your fuck trophy,’ and I will fuck you,”. Oh, to admit defeat is such a predicament to me!
“No,” I gasped, shaking my head, watched the wand drop lower, his hand barely reaching pelvis, bucked my hips so that it couldn’t stay between my legs. That’s when one leg looped, and his heel pushed the wand close to me, the hand pulling it up and down, the heel pushing it against.
“Cum,” he ordered, and as I did, he moved the wand away from me. “Now tell me, ‘you win, I am your fuck trophy,’”. I shook my head no, and heard the buzzing getting faster. Once the wand was on a faster level, he did the same thing again, urging me, “say it. Say it.”
I shook my head no as my body convulsed around the vibrations between my legs. “You do,” I conceded.
The wand moved up and away from me. “Say it, and I’ll stop.” A long pause while I warred with myself. “Say: ‘you win, I am your fuck trophy.’”
With the wand gone, I refused to say it and struggled fruitlessly. The buzzing became much louder.
“Oh, do you hear that? It’s as high as it’ll go. Say: ‘you win, I am your fuck trophy.’”
I shook my head no, watched in fascinated horror as it slowly descended towards my body, the hand placed it between and the heel pressed it close to my wet skin. The vibrations roared through my body and it felt like too much, far too much. “You do,” I panted. He wasn’t falling for another reprieve. “You win,” sucked in great, deep breaths, rode a crest of pleasure, make it stop shouted in my head, “I…I am your fuck trophy.”
Suddenly the wand disappeared and he rolled me off of him. Still laying on his back, he ordered me to strip him naked. I clawed his pants off, moved him to sit to remove his shirt, and suddenly I was on my back and he entered me, feeling far too large but still so good. I climaxed instantly, and he took me to several more orgasms before ordering me to make him cum.
Afterwards, him softening inside of me, we kissed softly several times, as we told each other we loved each other, a stark contrast to just moments beforehand.
I love having enough trust to play this hard.
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