Tyler and I stood in our kitchen, across the granite island from each other. He was glaring at me, fuming.
"You are. . . I can't fucking believe you," he began, struggling to breathe as his chest heaved with anger, "you flirted with two of my best friends tonight? Right in front of me? And let that male model pretty much feel you up?"
Defiantly, I met his scalding eye contact. I had no intention of avoiding it. I cocked my head to one side, with utter arrogance. Absolutely nothing to say, and even less to feel. That much was probably fairly obviously. So, he felt free to continue:
"Oh, and just to make me feel extra special, I got another credit card bill today which further reminded me that you might actually have 'Bankrupt Tyler' on your To-Do List."
"Sorry," I shrugged.
"Yeah, very sincere. That's a nice dress. What did that cost me? Do I even want to know?"
"Probably not."
"You are so evil," he spat at me.
"Okay," I yawned.
Exasperated, he took his eyes off of me and started looking around with a kind of hushed desperation. I bit my bottom lip. I was enjoying this, sadistically. Unapologetically.
"Did you take me back just so you could make my life a living hell?" he finally asked me.
Since we'd gotten back together six months earlier, all I'd done is find various ways to make him miserable. The breakup had been a result of his failure to be faithful, so I used that as license to punish him now that we were together again.
In addition to spending large amounts of his money and testing the limits on his fiery jealousy, I was recently discovering how pleasurable it was to tease him sexually without ever actually giving him any satisfaction whatsoever. I strutted around the house in the sexiest outfits imaginable, and when he'd try to tell me how great I looked and make attempts at affection, I'd react like a true ice princess and forbid much touching.
Before bed, I'd put on lingerie and spray on my Chanel perfume that he loved. Then, of course, I'd refuse to have sex with him. Sometimes, I'd torture him even further by sleeping topless or completely naked. Always shooting down all of his attempts, no matter how sexy or romantic they actually were, at lovemaking.
In six months, I had let him fuck me twice.
And now, here we were: This six-foot-six pretty boy stood before me in our kitchen, using his eyes to beg me for some kind of mercy or understanding.
I started playing with my platinum hair, bored. Clearly, he if he was looking for kindness, he came to the wrong fucking place. Sighing, I shrugged my shoulders, and started to click my heels on the floor as I walked out of the kitchen. I tossed my hair back over my shoulders as I went, like a true stuck-up bitch.
With a speed I wasn't used to seeing from him, he bolted towards me and pinned me to the wall of the kitchen before I could completely exit. His strong hands wrapped around both my wrists and held them firmly to my sides.
"I'm sick of you walking away from me. I'm not done talking," he said, his voice shaking.
"Let go of me!"
"No."
I wore a pair of my highest platform heels, but Tyler was still taller than me. He looked down at me, studying my face.
"You're beautiful, and I hate you," he said, shaking his head, "that's all I keep thinking. How beautiful you are, and how much I hate you right now."
He lifted my small wrists up over my head, putting them both in one of his large hands. His other arm snaked around my waist; he pressed his looming body into me roughly.
I struggled, trying to get my arms free. But he was much, much stronger than me. He watched me wiggle against the wall and beneath his weight.
"Got somewhere else to go tonight?" he asked, amused.
"Yes."
"Oh yeah? Where?"
"A hotel, now. You're scaring me."
"You're not going anywhere," he told me, his emerald eyes burning into me.
I shivered. He moved his lips down, very close to mine, stopping centimeters from a kiss. Something told me that this was not a tender moment.
"You know, Jess, I'd call you a whore, but that would imply that I'm currently getting laid. And we both know that isn't the case," he whispered, his eyes crazed.
I felt his hand move to grip the small of my back.
"Did you do that in the club tonight just to piss me off?" he demanded.
"Please stop, you're hurting my wrists."
"I don't care. Answer the fucking question. You've been doing that little flirty shit non-stop and it's driving me insane and I'm losing it here. Was that funny to you? You think that was funny?"
I felt it without really seeing it coming first: His big hand, open-palm, striking me across the face with full force. Despite all the hell I'd put him through, all the quiet anger he'd endured, he'd never even come close to hitting me.
Tears burned in my eyes. I could feel a bright-red handprint starting to form on my left cheek. My bottom lip quivered as I looked up at him.
"Fuck you!" I screamed into his face, "I'm leaving! Let me go now!"
"No. I told you, you aren't going anywhere," he said simply, with a quiet cool that was unsettling.
"You just hit me!" I said, my voice cracking as I broke into tears.
Despite my shock, a tingling sensation was rising up from the base of my spine and spreading out into my limbs. I could feel my heart pounding and I was unable to catch my breath.
He ignored my tears.
"Now," he told me, calmly, "you shut up and listen to me. Things have to change, and they change tonight. I've made up my mind about this. I want you, more than I've ever wanted any woman in my life. But you're not going to be this spoiled little entitled fucking brat anymore, is that understood?"
No words came out of my mouth. I couldn't speak if my life had depended upon it.
"Just nod your head, Jess. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head.
"Mmmm," he purred, putting his face down close to mine, affectionately, "I miss you being a good girl for me, you know that?"
"Yes," I whispered, still crying a little.
He kissed me again, to comfort me. Then, his lips moved to my earlobe, where he briefly nibbled and licked for a moment before harshly speaking directly into my ear:
"You're not going to flirt men, women, anyone. Ever. Do you get it?" he whispered roughly in my ear.
I closed my eyes, and felt my heart beat shift up a few gears.
"Yes," I told him quietly, in a little girl's voice.
"And I'm the only person who's going to touch you like that, is that understood?"
"Yes."
"Tell me you're mine," he ordered softly.
"I'm yours," I said, a bit quicker than I would have liked to admit it.
"Goddamn right you are."
He pushed his lower body into me, and I realized just how hard he was. I could feel the head of his cock all the way through his jeans and the thin material of my dress. I heard myself make a tiny moan.
"That feel good?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," I said very quietly, embarrassed, since it had been quite some time since I'd admitted to having any sexual feelings for him.
"Do you miss fucking me?" he wanted to know.
"I don't know."
"You know. Enough bullshit. Tell me."
"A little," I finally said, getting my composure back and straightening my posture.
"You are such a brat. Unbelievable."
He grabbed my hair with one of his fists and pulled it as hard as he could. I cried out with pain and felt more tears in my eyes. He was forcefully shoving his erection into me as well, but the hair-pulling was of far much more concern to me at that moment.
Yanking my head up a bit, towards his mouth, Tyler leaned in and said into my ear one sentence that made me wetter than I'd ever been in my life:
"I'm sick of begging, princess. Tonight, that's going to be your job."
I stuttered, then managed to ask: "What?"
"You heard me. I know how badly you need to get fucked. You want me to fuck you—"
"—No I don't, and you're hurting me again!"
"Don't fucking interrupt me! Do you want to get slapped again?"
"No!"
"Say it, then."
"Say what?"
"Admit. How. Bad. You. Want. This."
His dick was throbbing, pulsating, and I felt it on every inch of my most tender area and digging up into my clit. Despite the pain I was in because of him still roughly holding my hair, my pussy was absolutely drenched.
"No," I stated, still defiant.
"Really?" he threw back, incredulous, "so you're not turned on right now? At all?"
"No."¬¬¬
"Oh. Ok."
I felt one of his strong hands on my thighs, moving upwards at a fast pace.
"No. Stop!" I protested.
Before I could even attempt to fight him, his fingers were on the fabric of my tiny thong. I heard him make a slight chuckle. I tried to calm myself down, but I was dizzy and so turned on that I could hardly breathe. All I could think about was how badly I wanted his fingers inside of me.
"I can feel how soaked you are through your panties. Wow. Such a little liar you are sometimes."
He placed several rough kisses on my neck, then started biting me roughly as I growled, from the pit of my stomach.
I felt him move my thong over to one side, exposing my pussy to his fingers.
"Oh wow," he groaned, "I could just slip my entire cock in right now if I wanted to, that's how fucking wet you are."
My clit was aching; his fingers rubbed up and down my soaked slit, feeling and enjoying the feel of me again.
"God, I missed this tight little pussy," he told me.
My nerves endings howled as he put the tips of his index and middle fingers right under my opening. I shuddered and let out a moan.
"What's wrong, angel? You want these nice thick fingers inside you?"
"Yes," I gasped.
"Too bad," he said coldly, as he started massaging my clit with his thumb and teasing my hole more with the tips of his other fingers.
I moaned and wiggled against the wall. I bit my bottom lip, then felt my cunt get even juicier for him as he teased me by flicking my opening more.
"Mmm," he groaned, "that's it, baby. Drip all over my hand."
"Please?" I asked finally.
"Please?! Wow! There's a first. That feels good. Say it again."
"Please?" I repeated, summoning my sweetest baby-doll voice.
"No. But that's cute, I like that," he said, in between kisses on my neck and cheek.
I started grinding down onto his hand. He let this go on for what seemed like hours, until suddenly, violently, he shoved his middle finger into my pussy.
"YES! TYLER!" I cried out, digging my hands into his shoulders and bucking my hips, trying to get more.
He held his finger perfectly still, frustrating me. I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me, heavily amused and with his eyes absolutely full of lust.
"Good to see you still have some feeling down here," he said dryly, cruelly.
Then, he added: "You're going to give me this pussy tonight. I'm taking every pretty little hole you have tonight, actually. But not until you suffer enough and beg enough. You understand?"
"What? No," I replied as an honest and bewildered response.
Instead of explaining, he withdrew his finger from inside me, picked me up off the floor and started carrying me out of the kitchen.
"What are you doing? Where are we going?" I asked him.
"Where do you think?" he shot back.
Tyler placed me down so that I was sitting on the foot of our big four-poster bed. Crouching down in front of me, he reached up under my dress again.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up," he told me firmly, simply, "no more out of you unless I ask a question."
Apparently, my sweet pushover of a boyfriend was gone. I watched him in stunned silence as he roughly pulled my panties down to my ankles and worked them over my 5'' heels.
He then stood over me, a victorious smile on his handsome face, holding the thong.
"You gunna play nice, or do I have to get the cuffs out?" he asked me, still smirking.
"Fuck you."
"That's what I thought," he laughed over his shoulder.
Making his way to the large dresser, he opened the top drawer.
"Hey, get out of my drawer!" I shouted at him.
He turned around, quickly, and was clearly not amused.
"Ok, first of all, what did I just tell you about talking?"
My eyes narrowed. I did not like this one little bit. My breathing quickened as my anger flared, which only amused him further.
"Your tits look great when your chest heaves like that," he said, "but I digress. No more fucking talking. You've done quite enough of that lately. And also, I'm pretty curious about what you keep in this little secret drawer of yours."
With that, he pulled the drawer completely out of the dresser and threw it onto the bed next to me. "Let's go through it together, shall we? This will be interesting."
The sense of anger and violation was immense. He folded his arms and surveyed the many items visually, before riffling through it with his hands. I started to speak, but didn't. Which was probably a good thing.
"So," he sighed, "what is my darling, beautiful girlfriend keeping from me? What am I not allowed to see? Oh wow, Jess, you've been holding out on me."
He lifted up various pieces from my lingerie collection; a very tiny teddy made of black lace made his eyes widen.
"I've never seen this on you. Has anyone else?"
"No."
"Good. I might want you to put this on."
I bit my lip, fighting the urge to tell him exactly what I thought of that idea.
"Wow, you have lots of hot stuff in here that I've never seen, huh? Damn. And oh, my goodness. This is how you've been able to last this long without any action, huh?" he asked, holding up one of my expensive glass dildos, "what do you do, wait until I leave the house and then just go to town on yourself?"
I glared at him, not giving an answer. I shrugged. Still defiant.
"That's a question. Answer me when I ask you a goddamn question."
"That's pretty much what I do, yeah," I sighed, then stupidly, I added, "not that it's any of your goddamn business."
Almost immediately, I regretted saying that. He looked at me, blinking, for several moments. He breathed in heavy.
"Stand up," he said.
"What?"
"STAND UP. NOW."
I stared at him blankly, unable to move. He waited for some sort of action, but quickly grew tired of that. He moved swiftly to me and yanked me up off the bed. It wasn't until after he spun me around and I was facing one of the posts on the bed that I heard a pair of metal cuffs clanking in his hand.
Roughly, he lifted my arms. I thrashed around violently, so he grabbed me around my waist and leaned in close to my ear.
"If you keep struggling, this is going to be much, much worse for you," he told me.
There was no emotion in his voice. His tone was firm. And just like that, very much against my will, I was turned on all over again. I stopped wiggling in his arms, and he was then easily able to cuff my wrists to the top of the bedpost in front of me.
I hated how it felt. And loved it, simultaneously.
"That's better," he said, before kissing me on the cheek.
He briefly surveyed his work, after he had me secured in place. Then, he moved behind me. He rubbed his hands up and down my hips, then slapped my ass, hard, so that I jumped up.
"God, that's fun!" he exclaimed, like an excited little kid, before slapping my ass again even harder.
I rolled my eyes, then started to carefully attempt to step out of my heels.
"Ah, I'm sorry?" he asked after clearing his throat, "did I tell you that you could take your shoes off?"
"No. You didn't," I stated, through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw.
"They're staying on then, sweetness."
And with that, he started pulling my dress up with both his hands; when my ass and half my back was exposed to him, he leaned down and started kissing and licking my bare skin. His lips and tongue had never felt so good.
He moved around in front of me, and I saw how big the smile on his face was. His eager hands moved to my breasts, which are a nice handful; he cupped them.
"I love these so much," he said, "and you never let me play with them anymore."
My breathing quickened again as he started circling his middle fingers around each nipple, lightly teasing.
"You can't really stop me though now, can you?" he added with a mean chuckle.
He pulled my D-cups out of my dress and exposed them.
"I knew you weren't wearing a bra tonight," he said, amazed, looking at my tits, "I'd think you get enough attention, but apparently not, huh? Gotta leave the house with huge tits and no bra. Such a slutty thing to do."
My nipples grew hard, and I shivered.
"Tyler, it's freezing in here."
"You'll warm up pretty quick, don't worry about it. And keep your fucking mouth shut."
"Just turn the fireplace on or something!"
He moved around behind me and kissed the back of my right shoulder tenderly.
"You're the one handcuffed to the bed, angel-face. Just to remind you. I'm the one in charge. Don't give me any more orders."
His hand struck my ass again, and this time he hit me with full force. My entire body tingled, with a concentration of warmth and electricity in my pelvis. I moaned. Then, his lips went down to one of my shoulders, where he kissed me gently, then bit down so hard that I cried out. Lifting his head, he rested his chin on my shoulder.
"I'm going to have to gag you with something, aren't I?" he asked, sighing.
"No!"
I heard him undo his belt.
"Well, you have no idea what I'm going to do to you, so how do you know? The neighbors might get kind of pissed," he laughed, and my stomach turned.
That was my first real hint of fear. My boyfriend had lost his fucking mind. I tried to turn my head.
"What are you doing? Stop!"
His hands stopped moving, briefly; then, he let out a low chuckle as he finished sliding the belt out of the loops on his jeans.
"Oh, my bad. You think I'm going to fuck you right now?"
Taking the belt in his hands, he folded it and slapped it a few times, then moved towards me and pressed the leather into my ass.
"You know, Jess, the fact that you think you'd be getting that right now just shows how fucking spoiled you really are."
And the next thing I knew, I was screaming in pain, because he beat the belt into my ass with full-force before I could prepare myself. I couldn't even be "doubled-over" in pain, because my wrists were cuffed up to the top of the bed post. So I just sort of hung there, until Tyler unlocked the handcuffs and put me on the bed.
Between the fear and the pain on my ass and wrists, I had tears on my face. But before I could do anything or even know what was going on, he cuffed me again. I found myself in a different position, but still handcuffed to the bedpost: In a doggstyle position this time, on my knees.
"This'll be more comfy for you," Tyler said sweetly, as he rubbed my reddened ass, "but I need to get something to shove in that pretty mouth of yours."
"Don't you dare," I told him, my voice full of fear and shaking, "I'm going to start screaming right now for help if you don't stop what you're doing."
He moved over to me and kissed me wildly. Pulling away, he looked into my eyes.
"You aren't going to do that," he told me, his voice brimming with confidence.
"Oh, I'm going to."
"No. You won't. Because you want this."
"Like hell I do. Fuck you, get away from me."
"Alright. Fine. Have it your way."¬
And with that, he placed his belt on the bed, and left the room.
"Tyler, get back here! You can't leave me handcuffed to the bed!"
"Watch me."
I woke up lying on my stomach, my ass searing in pain. Thinking for a moment, hopefully (but wrongly), that it had all been a dream, seeing the handcuffs still locked around my wrists reminded me of the truth. Turning my head, I was able to see the clock on one of the nightstands. It was three in the morning.
Just as I was wondering where the asshole was, Tyler appeared, with a bottle of beer in his hand.
"Hey beautiful. Nice nap?"
I was furious.
"You left me like this?"
"Uh-huh."
My dress was still pulled up to my waist, leaving my ass and pussy exposed. My tits were left hanging out. I looked up at him, shocked that this was all happening.
"And you were just chillin'? Drinking some beer?!"
"Pretty much, yeah."
I groaned, then got up onto my knees.
"I hate you. So much."
"No, you don't."
My entire body hurt, but especially my ass, where he had nailed me with the belt.
"Whatever. You had your fun. Un-cuff me now."
He got onto the bed, behind me. I felt his hands on my waist, my legs, my ass, my back, all over me.
"Mmmm...baby. I'm sorry, that's not happening. You're gunna have to stay like this for a while."
He rubbed my ass, where the welt was forming from the belt. One of his hands was ice-cold from holding his beer, and I shivered.
"Cold?"
"Yes. Feels good."
He put the beer bottle down against the welt, and it felt so heavenly that I made a purring sound. Then, quickly, he withdrew the bottle and slapped my ass hard with his hand, making me cry out in pain all over again.
"Can't have you feeling too good, right?" he said, before slapping my ass even harder.
My body jerked backwards towards him, and my back arched.
"God, you look so damn good right now," he told me.
One of his hands moved down underneath me.
"Spread your legs apart further," he barked.
"I knew it," he said, and I could hear the grin on his face without having to turn around and see it for myself, "you're soaked again already. You love this."
"Love what?"
"Me. Taking what I want. Finally. Should've done this a long time ago."
His fingers danced around my slit and I put my face down into the bed, so he couldn't hear how excited I was getting. Using his index and middle fingers, he parted my pussy open before playfully dipping his ring finger in and out slightly. A very strong shiver shot up my spine. A long "Ooooo" came out of my mouth, despite my best efforts to keep it in, followed by several whimpers.
"How bad do you wanna get fucked right now?" he asked me.
Was head was spinning. Every molecule in me ached. Still, I wasn't giving in.
I felt his breath right against my pussy, which instantly brought goosebumps to my skin, and made me melt at the same time. I gasped. He flicked his tongue against my wetness, one time, before harshly swatting my ass again.
"I asked a question!" he shouted at me.
"Please don't stop licking me," I moaned.
"That wasn't the question," he laughed, and then spanked me again, "tell me you want to get fucked."
I turned around to face him. I was pouting.
"No," I said quietly.
I watched as he sat up on the bed, then stepped down onto the floor. He walked to the closet and started rummaging around on my side of it, going through all my clothes and accessories before retrieving one of my belts. He turned around from the closet, grinning, then walked back to the bed.
He approached my head, facing me, then grabbed the thong he had taken off of me hours ago from its spot where he'd thrown it on the bed.
Unable to react because of the cuffs, and because of complete and utter shock, I was helpless as he shoved the thong into my mouth, then wrapped my belt around my head to secure it as a gag in place.
Surveying his work, he stroked my hair.
"See, your belt is smaller. Fits nice and tight."
He got back on the bed and moved behind me, then picked up his own belt. Rubbing my ass, he sighed.
"I'm going to have to hurt this perfect little ass of yours again," he told me, tracing his fingers over the welt he already left there, "you just won't behave for me. So just a couple more, then we'll see how it goes from there."
I felt his huge hands slide gently down my spine. I shivered. Then, he brought the belt down hard and made me scream into the homemade gag.
"Feel like answering me now?"
"Fuck you!" was my very muffled shout back to him.
He brought the belt down on my ass again, hard. I used my body weight to try and grab the bedpost and pull myself away from him. Wrapping one of his arms around my waist, he dragged my body back. Fearing the next strike of the leather hitting me, my body tensed. I felt one of his hands on my hips, gripping me tight. Tears rolled down my face.
Gently, he rubbed my ass with his hand. I felt his soft skin and the contrasting rough surface of the belt that he still held. His body weight shifted on the bed as he leaned down again while lifting my lower body up, exposing my pussy to him. I heard him let out a deep groan, then felt another groan vibrate deep into my cunt as he dipped his tongue inside me.
I received a few delicious tongue-fucks, which made me softly moan, and my muscles relax a bit after the belting I'd just received. Tyler moved his tongue to my clit, flicking it there lightly before finally sucking on my clit, hard, for about five seconds. I squealed with ecstasy. He then stopped abruptly.
He got up off the bed and walked around to the other side. After grabbing his beer from off the nightstand, he stood facing me, standing. Undoing his jeans with one hand, he looked down at me.
While still studying me, he reached around to the back of my head and un-fastened the belt he had tied around it. Then, he pulled my tiny thong out of my mouth.
"So fucking pretty," he said, "look at that body."
I stared up at him, stunned with both intense pain and pleasure.
"Do you know how long it's been since you've given me a blow-job?" he asked.
"No."
"A long time," he answered sadly.
He pulled his cock out of his jeans and started stroking it with one of his hands.
"Do you know you give me the best head I've ever gotten?"
"No."
"Time to give me one of those perfect blow-jobs again," he instructed, as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards his half-hard nine and a half inches.
I clenched my lips shut, tightly. Then I looked up at him with my eyebrow raised, a look on my face that said: "Are you fucking kidding me?"
His hand rubbed the side of my face, affectionately, before he shrugged and took several more long chugs of beer.
"It's up to you, princess," he finally told me, "blow-job, or belt."
"You're not going to hit me with that belt again."
I looked up at him, my face wet with fresh tears, trying my best to look innocent and vulnerable.
"Oh, I will. I'd rather you just sucked my dick, but you always make things harder than they need to be, don't you?"
I grunted, angrily.
"Tell you what," he said, looking at me, head cocked to one side, pointing at me, "I'm gunna be real sweet about this. I'm gunna go get another beer. By the time I get back, you have your mind made up. Ok?"
Pressing my head into the bedpost, I knew that I was probably beaten.
"Ok?" he asked again, and I felt his hand lovingly grazing the back of my neck.
I looked up at his face: The features that hinted at innocence, the dark hair that hung messily into his bright, kind, albeit alcohol-buzzed eyes; I wanted to scream at myself in frustration for how incredibly turned on I still was. How was this happening? In one night, my relationship had turned into something insane. Exciting, but very insane. Sexy, but still insane.
"Okay," I told him.
"Good girl!" he replied back gleefully, before strutting out of the room.
"Prick," I muttered at him under my breath.
Panic-stricken, I looked around the bedroom. I only had a minute, maybe two, (unless I got really lucky and he drunkenly fell down the stairs).
What could I do? How could I get out of this abject situation? I looked to the top of the bedpost, to see if I could slip the cuffs up and over the top. After a quick glance at he way the metal was constructed, that was a no-go. Tyler had left my heels on anyway, and there was no way I'd be able to stand on the bed to reach that high.
Then, I realized that he hadn't closed the cuffs to the tightest size around my wrists. I smiled as I looked up to the doorway and listened for his footsteps. When I heard none, I started trying to pull my right hand out.
Just as I was about halfway to having that wrist free, I heard him walking back up the stairs. My heart beat wildly in my chest. Even though I knew I could probably work my hand out of the cuff if I really wanted to, the son of a bitch had me so worked up that a part of me was absolutely loving the feel of being restrained. Despite the physical pain and shock that I was in, the adrenaline rush and the sexual thrill were stronger.
By the time he re-entered the room holding a fresh bottle of beer, I was licking my lips, staring at him like a bitch in heat. I sat up properly on all fours and arched my back, pointing my heeled feet up and stretching out in a stripper pose for him on the bed.
He leaned on the doorframe, amazed and amused, looking at me.
"Damn. What a perfect little whore."
He approached the bed, put his beer down on the nightstand, and started to slide out of his jeans. I was so furious, so humiliated, confused, in so much pain, and so fucking turned on that my mind was an absolute winding fury of nonsense. All I can remember thinking about was how much I wanted to taste him in my mouth.
Pulling his half-hard cock out of his black boxers, he stood before me and aggressively went for my hair with his hands.
"You're staying cuffed for now," he told me.
Instead of my usual teasing and tongue-flicking around his head to get him nice and ready, I hungrily shoved the length of his shaft into my mouth until he hit the very back of my throat.
"God, yes!" he exclaimed.
My lips smacked loudly as I went to work on him eagerly. I kissed the head, then spit a couple times, drenching the length of him in my saliva.
"Mmmm, look at me," he ordered.
I did, batting my eyes as I began slowly deep-throating him repeatedly. As I felt him grow rock-hard in my mouth, my pussy moistened up again nicely.
"I forgot how good you look sucking my dick," he told me, as he stroked my hair and then gripped it tight.
"Good girl, nice and slow, nice and deep. Oh fuck yes!"
Hearing him talk to me like that made my clit ache and all my nerves tingle. I stopped bobbing up and down on his dick for a moment to look up at him, pleading.
"Tyler, take these off so I can finger myself," I moaned.
Fire lit up his eyes as he tugged my hair, hard, then slapped the side of my face. I stopped my motion on his member, in shock again.
"You ask permission to touch yourself from now on. And say 'please' when you do."
Before I could respond, he added: "And I also didn't tell you that you could stop sucking me."
I stared up at him, a deer in headlights, unsure what to do or say, until he used the back of my hair to force my head back down on his dick. I brought my teeth out and gently bit down on the tender skin over his veiny member.
"Oh, don't you dare bite," he growled.
I smiled up at him, cutely, innocently.
When I gagged on him for the first time, he grinned down at me.
"You like choking on that dick, don't¬ you?"
I looked back up at him, my eyes watering.
"Yes," I managed to say with my mouth jammed full.
"Mmm...keep deep-throating it. I want you gagging."
I went to work on his impressively long and thick cock for several minutes, shoving it deep in my throat and gagging repeatedly, to the point where I thought I might vomit.
He loosened his ninja-grip on my hair and started stroking it while I continued with my best effort at an A-class blow-job. His breath quickened and grew more shallow. Continuing to look up at him, I was aware of how any anger I had was being overshadowed by the warm glow of contentment brought on by pleasing him.
I tried my best to entirely relax my throat as he began to roughly fuck my mouth, thrusting his cock as far as he could go. My wrists ached as I writhed around in a fury, thrashing helplessly in the handcuffs and moaning on his cock. Loving every second of it.
He pulled my mouth off of him, then leaned down close to me. He was panting wildly.
"Mmmm," he groaned, touching my lips with his fingers, "just so we're clear, whose mouth is this?"
"Yours," I moaned back to him.
He kissed me deeply, then said: "That's a good girl. And that's one little hole down, huh? Two more to go."
I whimpered and struggled in my cuffs, biting my lower lip as he grabbed his jeans off the floor. He dug through the pockets and found a small pair of keys, and held them up for me.
"I think you're liking those handcuffs, but I want you all the way out of that dress," Tyler declared, his breath still hard.
He used the keys to unlock the cuffs that had held me in place for hours. I rubbed my wrists and stretched my arms, relished the feel of being able to move them freely. In between wet kisses, he pulled the fabric of the dress down and placed me on my back.
I lay naked, only in my heels, and he stared at my body. I began to wiggle on the bed, grinding into it. He watched me, licking his lips. Our eyes met. Visually, I pleaded with him, wanting to either touch myself or be touched so badly I couldn't stand it.
"Ask me," he ordered, reading my mind.
"Please?" I asked sweetly.
As a response, he gave me an incredibly sexy and dismissive wink, then went to my dresser drawer that he had thrown onto the floor, apparently, at some point in the evening out of frustration. Before he came back to the bed, he told me to close my eyes. When I hesitated, he repeated himself more firmly:
"Don't think I won't find something to blindfold you with, Jess. Close those beautiful eyes. Now."
I then did as I was told.
I felt his weight back on the bed, then felt the warmth of his hands on my thighs.
"Spread these legs nice and wide."
I did. Obeying was beginning to feel very nice.
Then, I felt the familiar cool, hard feel of my favorite glass dildo against my pussy, which felt even nicer. I gasped.
He rubbed it up and down my already-moist slit, very slowly, then twisted it around making a spiral motion. Using his other hand, he started rubbing my clit.
"Tyler," I moaned, "I want you so bad!"
His fingers went from my clit, upwards to my stomach, where he started tracing lines playfully.
"I want you too, kitten. But we have unfinished business."
He used his left hand to open up my pussy so he could slip the tip of the dildo into my tight opening, just a tiny bit. All of my muscles clenched, and my hands tightened around the comforter beneath me; my eyelids slammed down even harder. I felt myself reach up and clamor for his arm, grabbing his right bicep out of desperation and desire. Feeling his bare flesh instead of the cotton fabric of his shirt, I realized that he had taken it off.
"You can open your eyes," he told me quietly.
I did, and took in the sight of him shirtless, finding myself ashamed to realized that I hadn't been paying any attention to my own boyfriend's physique. His tattoo-stained arms and chest were defined with muscles; large ones, actually, that I had not actually noticed until this moment. I was speechless. This, combined with what he was doing to my pussy made me shiver.
"Cold again?" he asked.
"No."
"What is it?" he smiled, already knowing the answer.
"That," I struggled to get out, "feels so good. And you're...you look...have you been going to the gym?"
"Yeah, you know, when your girlfriend won't fuck you anymore, there's a lot of built-up testosterone that a guy has to deal with. So I became one of those gym douche bags, working out every day."
He eased the dildo back out of me, which made me pout. He rubbed my clit again, then slapped it a couple times. I groaned and thrashed.
"That's ok," he added, "you want to get fucked now, don't you?"
He spanked my pussy harder and harder, eliciting a moan from me every time.
"YES! PLEASE!" I shrieked.
He put the dildo back inside me, a bit deeper than he had a moment earlier. My juices swirled around its slick glass surface, making it easier for him to glide it slowly in and out a few times. I looked at him with my entire body flushing with intense pleasure, in awe at the command over my body he was displaying. His strong wrists used the glass toy to build up a powerful torque inside me. I was pushed even further into frenzy, screaming and squirming as he watched in wonder and delight.
I looked at him, utterly fascinated and helpless; I had never wanted someone so badly in my entire life.
"Does this thing feel better than me?" he demanded.
"No!" I cried out, shaking my head.
"It better not," he said forcefully, as I felt him shove the entire length of the glass into my cunt.
I jumped up a bit, surprised, my tender internal nerves reacting to the feeling of being filled so suddenly. Tyler let the dildo sit still for a moment.
"Do you even remember what my cock feels like?"
"Uh-huh."
"How you can barely take it all? How I have to be sooo gentle and slow when I first start fucking you?"
"God, yes. I remember."
Tyler then sat up on the bed a bit, getting leverage with one of his arms, and started fucking me with the dildo, hard. My mind went into a blank spot of ecstasy.
Getting close to orgasm, my breathing was getting obviously frantic. Tyler leaned down to my face while fucking me hard and deep with the glass toy.
"Your tight little cunt is getting even tighter on this thing, baby. You getting close to cumming for me?" he said softly, in a voice so sexy that it pushed me that much faster towards wanting to get over the edge.
"Yes," I said, wild and crazed.
"Mmm...yeah?"
He angled the head of the dildo slightly upward inside me, and found my G-spot like a pro. I screamed as he hit it repeatedly as he kept fucking my pussy.
"Yeah? Right there?"
"YES! AH, AH, AH, AH!"
About a half second from my huge building orgasm, Tyler pulled the dildo out and stopped.
"NO!" I screamed in torment.
He couldn't help but laugh. I was so close that my body ached. My pussy absolutely throbbed with pain. I needed to cum. Badly.
I lay on the bed in confusion and frustration, shaking with a near-orgasm and my heart pounding. My brain waves were short-circuiting; even if he were allowing me to speak freely, I would not have been able to utter anything intelligible.
He scratched his fingernails up and down my legs, ¬making a trail of goosebumps.
"Did you really think I was going to let you cum?" he asked me, still chuckling a bit.
I stuttered and stammered. Out of complete frantic desperation, my right hand started to move towards my pussy.
"Oh, honey, you're doing so good, are you sure you want to mess it up now?" he said, smirking.
My fingertips were almost touching my incredibly swollen clit; I inched them closer. Tyler bent his head to the side, eyes wide, watching.
"Keep it up, you little slut, and I will belt you again."
He threw himself on top of me, rubbing his considerable hard-on right into my clit. I started panting, vaguely aware that I was losing my mind with desire. He took my face in both his hands.
"I'm teaching you," he said roughly, "that you're mine. This hot little body...is mine. You touch yourself when I give you permission. You cum...when I let you cum. Isn't that right?"
"YES, Tyler."
"You break the rules, I punish you. Do you understand?"
"YES, Tyler."
"That's another thing," he continued, "I think I'm gunna have you call me something else when we're alone. I haven't decided what yet. 'Master' is too cliche, right? 'Daddy' is sexy, but a little creepy. I like 'Sir.' But I'll figure it out."
I whimpered and bit my lip again, still helpless, still unable to say much of anything or do anything but lay t here with a soaked pussy.
"Dirty girl."
He reached down and started rubbing my slit, tenderly.
"Look at you. You want it so fucking bad right now! This is awesome!"
"Give it to me then!"
"See? That's just it, kitten. You can't behave. Can't watch the mouth and only speak when spoken to. Earlier, drinking isn't all I did. I ordered stuff online for you. Because you're such a defiant little whore. Gags and restraints and other goodies for my horny girl."
"Oh, my God."
"Oh, that's right. We're going to be having all kinds of new fun together. You need to be a tamed little slut, don't you?"
"Yes," was my response, as my tongue came out of my mouth to find his for another kiss.
He indulged me with a deep and romantic kiss, and I felt his cock through his boxer shorts. His hands went to my breasts, roughly handling them as his mouth moved to my neck.
"Please, Sir, stop teasing me," I gasped, blushing.
The smile on his face was utterly victorious. He sat up on the bed and gripped my hips with a fierce ownership. ¬
"Oh, kitten," he gushed, "your teasing has only begun."
Finally, after another hour, I was rewarded with getting to feel Tyler's huge cock on the slick lips of my bare pussy. He rubbed into it, indulging me, looking down at me. I was shaking, tears in my eyes, having been brought to the very edge of orgasm and then denied six times so far that night.
He rubbed my inner thighs with his hands, then spread my legs very wide on the bed. Afraid to move, I just stayed perfectly still as he looked down at my body. His hands moved to my stomach, then up to my tits, which he grabbed roughly and fondled.
By this point, I was on the verge of absolute psychosis. His left hand went down to my pussy lips, spreading them; he put his cock right against the opening. My eyes closed and my breathing got so frantic that I thought I'd pass out.
"Mmmm, baby?" he said.
"Yes," I responded, voice trembling.
"Whose pussy is this?"
"Yours."¬
"Good girl," he whispered, easing his huge head inside.
Gasping, my nerves reacted with hunger, needing more. My mind told me to not enjoy it fully, since he might pull it out at any moment and continue denying me.
A masculine groan escaped his mouth and filled the room, so deliciously sexy that a shock rang up and then down my spine.
"Fuck, I love how tight you are," he told me, before shoving the entire length of his manhood inside me.
The tender inner walls of my insides were finally being stretched by his throbbing dick, and I threw my head back and screamed. After needing to be filled by him so badly, the sense of joy and relief sent tears streaming down my face. He leaned down close over me and draped his hands over my throat. He stayed perfectly still inside me. I let out another scream, already close to orgasm.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"GOD, YES! Thank you, Sir."
"Oh, you're welcome, kitten."
Shifting his hips, he moaned nice and low; I shivered underneath him, feeling him thrust deep inside me.
"OOH!"
"You love it, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"Are you my little slut?"
"Yes!"
I felt my mind fall into another crumbling tunnel of ecstasy as he gave my cunt two hard pounds.
"AH! AH! Please!" I cried out, as his hands gripped tighter around my neck.
"Please what?" he replied.
He was building a rhythm, fucking me slowly.
"Oh my God! PLEASE let me cum!"
Slightly, his hold on my throat loosened. I felt his lips on my neck, kissing and biting me. My entire body flushed with euphoria and tension, excitement and desire.
"What do you call me?" he asked, roughly grunting in my ear.
"Please, Sir, let me cum," I gasped out desperately, knowing I might not be able to contain the orgasm anyway.
My breasts pumped up and down, following the motions of his thrusting. He leaned down to kiss my nipples, then let his tongue hang out so he could get a lick of me every time he made my torso rise again.
"Whose pussy is this?" he asked, in between licks.
"Yours, Sir! Please let me cum!"
He put his hands on my ass and gripped it, very tight.
"Look at me," he instructed.
Our eyes met.
The smile on his face beamed. He stopped fucking me, staying still deep inside.
"What are you gunna do for me if I let you cum?" he asked.
"Oh, God, anything," I told him, struggling to think, "I'll stop being bad all the time."
He gave my pussy a sharp thrust, making me scream and shiver again.
"Awww, yeah? So no more huge AmEx bills, flirting with other men, teasing me?"
Another deep thrust. Another scream.
"Yes! That!"
"No, slut, you're gunna do all that anyway," he grabbed my throat and choked me, then added, "right?"
"Right! I'm sorry! What do you want, then?!" I managed to get out when he loosened his grip enough for me to cry out to him.
I dug my hands into his biceps and shoulders, desperately clinging and rubbing him with lust and affection. He thought for a moment, then gave my pussy another deep and hard pound.
"I'm just make you take it in your ass," he finally said with a grin.
"Uh-uh. No."
"No?! That's not a word you say to me anymore. Do you want to cum, or not?"
"God, YES. I do."
"Then be a good girl. Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he laughed, seeing fear all over my face.
Leaning down, he kissed me keep, starting to fuck me again with his tongue deep in my mouth. We continued kissing deeply, until he felt me dangerously close to orgasm once again.
"Keep your eyes on mine the whole time, baby, ok?"
"Okay," I managed to say, shaking violently, the room starting to spin.
"Okay, cum, NOW."
He watched me, in awe, as waves of several violent orgasms crashed through my body. I struggled to breathe, and to keep our eye contact focused as he had told me to do.
"God, YES, kitten, cum for me!" he shouted.
Just as I thought there was no way I could cum any harder, he started fucking me faster; looking into his deep green eyes, my mind went blank. My very loud moans hushed; I felt my lips quiver uncontrollably; my back arched. Almost afraid of how intense the orgasm was getting, I was inching away from Tyler on the bed.
"Awww, where you do you think you're going?" he smiled, drawing me back to him gently.
I struggled for air, gasping as my orgasms finally faded. He clutched me in his huge arms and kissed me. His huge dick continued to stretch my incredibly tender pussy. My entire body was trembling. He enjoyed the sense of total control he had over my body and my senses, how he could get such crazed screams and moans out of me; the state of insane arousal and excitement he could push me to after all.
"That's my girl," he groaned, "I love being covered in your cum."
He pulled out of me and rubbed my swollen clit with his fingers, making me shudder, before flipping me over onto my knees with one swift movement.
As he continued to rub me, I put my head down on a pillow, which only gave him better access. He licked and sucked my ass and pussy feverishly, then started dipping his fingers in me as I bucked against his hands.
"I love your fingers!"
"I know you do. You want my dick again?"
"YES."
"Yes, what?" he threw back, slapping my ass three times as hard as he possibly could.
I shrieked and gripped the pillows up by my head.
"Yes, please, Sir," I moaned, pouting my lips.
"That's a good girl," he told me.
My eyelids fluttered, my back arched; he put two fingers in my pussy, one in my ass, while he sucked my clit. I screamed and immediately started to cum, then remembered that I couldn't.
"Please," I stammered, gasping, "please, can I cum?"
"Oh, yeah, slut," he growled back, "I'm gunna make you squirt, then I'm gunna fuck this little ass of yours. Cum again for me, NOW."
"OH GOD!!!"
Another crescendo orgasm possessed me. I screamed his name over and over again, feeling my pussy squirt all over the bed, just like Tyler wanted it to.
When that orgasm passed, he didn't give me any time to recover; keeping his finger in my ass, he started working it in and out. I felt his cock slowly enter my pussy again, and the feeling was absolute Heaven.
"You like both your little holes stuffed at once?"
"Ooooooh my fucking Goddddd yesssss!"
"Mmm...fuck that's good."
He fucked my pussy impossibly hard and deep, then worked a second finger into my asshole. I heard him spit, then shivered as I felt his warm saliva trickle down to his fingers. He spit more, using it for lubrication as he kept fucking me deep in my butt with two of his long fingers.
With his other hand, he slapped my ass a couple of times, very hard, then reached his hand up to grab my hair and use it as a handle as he thrusted in and out of me.
"You have me so close to blowing, but I want to save it for your ass," he moaned, pulling out of me.
Tyler had always been fairly fortunate, I suppose, to get normal intercourse. So I guess he had never felt the need to push his luck and ask for anal sex. Tonight, however, it was clear that our entire relationship had drastically changed.
My hands gripped the pillows in front of me again. He took his hand off my hair and traced it on my back, down the length of my spine. I felt him spit on my asshole and was surprised at how good it felt.
"Relax, kitten," he told me, pressing his thick head against my back hole.
I tried to do just that as I felt him enter me, spreading my tight sphincter muscles apart slowly but forcefully. I groaned. H¬¬¬e spread my cheeks apart and pushed himself in further, which made me scream. When he had half his shaft length worked in, he gave me a minute to try and relax. I laid there, panting, whimpering.
"Mmm...how does that feel?" he asked me.
"Hurts. I like it," I told him.
"Yeah, you like some pain, huh?" he asked, giving me more length, making me jump up a bit.
"Oooooh fuck!"
"Yeah?!"
"YES!"
More spit on my ass, more screaming, until he was all the way inside my tightest hole. He thrust once, making my whole body shake. I moaned in a way that I never had before.
"Wow, you really like this, don't you, you little slut?"
"YES, Sir, I love it!" I moaned.
He started thrusting slowly, pulling his pulsating member out and then back into my ass, as he reached underneath my body and rubbed my dripping-wet pussy; I was soon pushed into another full-blown frenzy.
My breathing and moaning grew wild, as I loved and hated the feel of him taking me in that way. The intense pleasure and pain was new and very taboo. Tyler increased his tempo, fucking my ass faster. I felt him pull all the way out, pause for a moment, then cram himself balls-deep. He did this three or four times, teasing and punishing my hole.
"Whose ass is this?" he demanded.
"YOURS, Sir."
"Good girl."
He thrust deeper and harder into me, until I heard his breathing go faster; he grunted a few times loudly as he got close.
"Oh," he groaned, "you're gunna take my hot cum right up your gorgeous ass."
And I did. Feeling him explode in jets of release inside me like that, in a way that no other man ever had. He shoved two of his fingers inside my pussy as he absolutely pounded my ass while he came. I screamed as he made his wonderful masculine low-toned sounds of orgasmic pleasure.
He pulled me onto my side, collapsing behind me, panting and holding me. His dick was still twitching inside me.
"Oh my fucking GOD," he gasped.
Finally pulling out of me, he flipped me around so I was facing him.
He studied my face, then kissed me softly.
"Did I hurt you?" he wanted to know, as he pulled my messy hair out of my face.
"Not too bad," I said quietly.
I was in a state of shock and bliss, simultaneously.
"I love you," I told him, actually meaning it, for once.
His eyes widened. He gripped me tighter.
"Wow! I love you too, kitten. You gunna behave for me now?"
I nodded innocently, snuggling into him for more comfort and forgiveness. He kissed my forehead and beamed another victorious smile.
