He called twenty minutes before leaving work, voice low and deliberate.
“Shower. Be naked when I walk through the door. Ass plugged—the thick black one. No touching yourself until I say.”
Simple. Brutal. My cunt clenched hard at the orders, already slick before I even stepped under the water. The anticipation was a living thing inside me, twisting tighter with every heartbeat.
When the front door clicked open, I was waiting on the couch, knees drawn up, thighs parted just enough to show him the glint of lube around the base of the plug stretching my ass. He dropped his phone and keys with a careless clatter, eyes raking over me like I was already his to ruin.
“Hands and knees, whore. Ass high. Show me you obeyed.”
I scrambled into position so fast my palms slapped the floor. Back arched, legs wide, face pressed to the carpet, offering everything. The plug shifted deeper as I presented, making me whimper.
He stepped close, fisted my hair, yanked my head back until my throat stretched taut. His mouth crashed over mine—hard, claiming, tongue forcing past my lips like he owned the air in my lungs.
“Good fucking girl,” he growled against my teeth.
Then he released me. Left me there, trembling, ass presented like a gift, cunt dripping onto the floor while he ignored me. I heard him in the kitchen, typing on his laptop, footsteps deliberate and slow. Every sound ratcheted my need higher.
“Come.”
I crawled after him down the hall, knees burning, plug pressing with every movement. In the bedroom he stopped, turned, framed my face with those big hands. His kiss was slower this time—deep, filthy, tongue stroking mine until I moaned into his mouth.
He dragged my wrists behind my back, pinned them with one iron grip. The other hand twisted in my hair again, wrenching my head back until my neck bowed. His teeth sank into the soft skin below my jaw—hard enough to bruise, hard enough to make my vision spark. I cried out, cunt spasming, thighs shaking. He bit down longer, marking me, owning me, then released and licked the throbbing indent.
“Mine.”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice cracked.
His hand dropped between my legs, two thick fingers plunging straight into my soaked cunt. No preamble. No mercy.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re drenched already. You love being used like this, don’t you, filthy little slut?”
“Yes, Sir—fuck, yes.”
He curled those fingers hard against my front wall, gripped my mound from the outside, and yanked me onto his hand like he was trying to pull my orgasm out by force.
“Say it.”
“Yours. Always yours, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers free, slick and shining. “Stay.”
He retrieved the studded collar from above the headboard, the heavy leather one with the thick D-ring. Buckled it tight around my throat. Then the wrist cuffs—cold metal buckles clicking shut. He threaded the chain through the collar ring, linking cuff to cuff to collar, short enough that my hands couldn’t rise past my hips without choking me. Tested the tension. Smiled when I gasped at the pull.
“Out. Now.”
He led me by the chain into the hallway, stopped just outside the bedroom door.
“Sit. Wait. Don’t move. Don’t touch.”
I sank against the wall, chain clinking, nipples aching as the links grazed them. The plug felt enormous now, pressing every time I shifted. I closed my eyes, tried to breathe through the throbbing between my legs.
The shower hissed on. Long. Hot. Endless.
I let my fingers trail the chain, shivering as metal dragged over swollen nipples. My cunt pulsed, empty and desperate. I spread my thighs wider, ass grinding against the floor, plug shifting deeper. One hand drifted lower—couldn’t help it. Fingers slid through my folds, found my clit, swollen and slick.
What would he do? Shove me to my knees and fuck my throat until tears ran? Bend me over, yank the plug out, replace it with his cock while he slapped my cunt raw? Chain my wrists to the under-bed restraints so I couldn’t touch him, then eat me until I screamed, stopping right at the edge?
My fingers circled faster. Slid inside. Out. Back to my clit. I pictured him throwing me face-down, wrists yanked high, ass spanked crimson before he split me open. Pictured his teeth on my clit while he fingered my ass around the plug. Pictured him denying me again and again until I begged brokenly.
I slid lower, almost lying down, legs splayed obscenely. One hand spreading my lips, the other rubbing frantic circles. So close. So fucking close.
The door swung open.
I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. A guttural moan tore from my throat.
His hand fisted my hair instantly. Two fingers slammed back into my cunt, curling viciously.
“Come, whore.”
I shattered. Hard. Cunt clamping down, gushing over his hand, soaking the tile. My whole body convulsed, ass clenching around the plug so tightly it hurt.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he snarled. “You couldn’t even wait for me, you greedy little bitch. Keep going. Give me another.”
He fucked me with those fingers—fast, punishing—while I rubbed my clit in desperate circles. The second orgasm ripped through me almost immediately, wetter, louder, floor slick beneath me. He pressed his palm against the plug’s base, holding it deep while I came apart again.
“Such a good, dirty girl.”
He withdrew his fingers, glossy with my cum, and pressed them to my lips.
“Clean every drop.”
I sucked greedily, tongue swirling, eyes locked on his as I tasted myself. Salty. Sweet. Mine and his.
He helped me stand on shaky legs, grabbed a towel, wiped the mess I’d made on the floor like it was nothing. Then he gripped the chain and yanked me into the bedroom behind him.
Door shut. Locked.
He turned to face me, eyes dark with promise.
“Now we really begin.”
The night was just starting—and I was already wrecked.
