“Lie still, darling. You’re mine and only mine. And your behavior tonight—it has consequences.”
We’ve been at a dinner with your work. I’ve been flirting with one of your female colleagues throughout the evening, and you’ve been sitting across from me, shooting me glances all night.
We leave the party, and you grab my arm firmly, leading me to the taxi. You open the door for me and give me a hard spank on the ass before I get in.
You sit in the front seat—something you never do. I start to feel nervous, wondering if you’re angry with me. I’ve felt your eyes on me all evening, even though my attention was on your colleague, but I couldn’t tell if you were mad, aroused, or maybe both.
We get to your place, and you pay the driver and step out. You open my door but don’t look at me as I get out. You start walking toward the apartment, and I follow a few steps behind, confused.
In the elevator, you grab my throat tightly and press me hard against the wall, kissing me roughly. You look deep into my eyes and say, “When we get upstairs, I want you to take off all your clothes and lie on the bed with your legs spread and your arms out to the sides.”
As soon as we enter the apartment, I go straight to the bedroom, strip off all my clothes, and lie on the bed as instructed.
You come in, holding rope, still dressed in your pants and shirt, but barefoot. I look up at you, but your gaze doesn’t meet mine. You’re focused on my body, and I can see you enjoying the sight.
You kneel between my legs and tie one ankle, then the other. Then you move up, straddling my chest, making it slightly hard for me to breathe as you tie my wrists to either side. I try to catch your eye, but it feels impossible. You’re completely focused on tying me securely.
Once the ropes are done, you stand up from the bed and position yourself at the edge. “Look at me,” you say. I turn my head, and you slowly unbutton your shirt. When it’s fully open, you let it fall to the floor behind you. Your hands glide down your body, from your chest to your stomach, to the waistband of your pants. Now your eyes find mine.
We hold deep eye contact as you unbutton and unzip your pants. They slide down to your feet, and I see the bulge straining against your tight briefs. You step out of your pants and open my bedside drawer, pulling out my blindfold and putting it on me before leaving the bedroom.
You go to the living room, and my hearing sharpens now that I can’t see. I hear you walk to the bar cabinet and pour yourself a drink. You turn on the TV, and soon I hear moaning from it. You turn up the volume slightly, and I can tell it’s two women moaning loudly.
I lie there, completely helpless on the bed, wondering what you’re doing while watching porn. Are your briefs still tight around your hard cock? What are your plans for me?
I hear footsteps.
You come back into the bedroom and stand at the foot of the bed for a moment. I can feel you looking at my body. Then you kneel between my legs. “Let’s see how wet my darling got from flirting with my colleague all evening,” you say, thrusting two fingers hard into my pussy.
I’m not prepared for how forcefully you push them in, so even though I’m very wet, it hurts, and my body instinctively tries to pull away. But the ropes make me nearly immobile.
“Lie still, darling. You’re mine and only mine. And your behavior tonight—it has consequences,” you say, slapping my breasts hard with one hand while continuing to fuck me with the other. You spit on them and rub it in. “You belong to me.”
You slide a third finger inside me, fucking me hard and fast. Just as you hear and feel me about to come, you stop, stand up, and go back to the living room.
I lie still, still feeling your fingers inside me. I focus on steadying my breathing while feeling your spit drying on my breasts. I love the sensation.
I’m so completely yours, and I know actions like tonight’s have consequences, even if I’ve never done this before. I know the rules—the written and unwritten ones.
You turn up the TV a bit louder, and I hear the two women clearly enjoying each other. I wish I could watch. Their expressions, their breasts, their soft bodies, their wet pussies as they play with each other. The thought makes me even more turned on and wet.
Some time passes before you return to the bedroom. This time, you straddle my chest again. I can feel you’re no longer wearing your briefs. You press your cock against my lips, and my mouth opens automatically. You push it as deep as it can go, and then some. I gag, and you feel it in my body. You keep going.
You stay there for a long time, fucking my mouth hard. Tears wet my blindfold, and saliva and precum drip down my chin and cheeks. I struggle to breathe as you use me, occasionally giving me a slap.
Suddenly, you pull your cock out, and I can finally breathe properly again—but only briefly. You grab my throat tightly and kiss me deeply, greedily, before climbing further up and sitting on my face, your ass and balls resting on my nose.
I stick out my tongue, and you begin rubbing yourself back and forth over it with your ass and balls in a steady rhythm. “This is how one woman is sitting on the other in the movie in the living room right now. Would you rather have that than this? Is that what you want?”
I try to shake my head and manage a muffled “mm-mm” to let you know I don’t want that. I only want to be your darling.
“That’s what I thought,” you say before standing up, giving me a hard slap, and returning to the living room.
It takes a long time before you come back, and while I wait impatiently, I hear the moaning from the movie mixed with your heavy breathing. I know you’re sitting there stroking your cock, and all I want is for it to be me doing it—my hands on your cock.
I’m so turned on, so horny. I just want to touch myself, to feel your hands all over my body. But I’m tied up, hands and feet, while you’re in the living room jerking off to porn, and I can hear how aroused you are.
Suddenly, I hear you turn off the movie, and it’s completely silent except for your footsteps heading toward the bedroom.
You come in again, kneel between my legs, and let your cock glide up and down my lips and over my clit. You press a little harder when you hit my clit, letting the head circle it before sliding back down.
You untie my legs now, spreading them even wider for you. Then you continue, running your cock up and down my warm, wet pussy. I’m wetter than ever.
You push your cock into my wet, tight pussy, going as deep as you can while holding my spread legs. You lift them onto your shoulders and fuck me hard and rhythmically. I moan loudly, savoring every thrust.
One of your hands finds my clit while you fuck me, and it doesn’t take long before I come on your cock. You feel my pussy tighten around you and my whole body tremble with pleasure. You keep going, and I keep coming, over and over.
When my body starts convulsing and I struggle to breathe, you pause for a moment and spread my legs again. You take your cock and rub my clit even more, and I keep coming, barely able to stay in my own body.
“There’s my good darling,” you say, thrusting your cock hard into me while leaning down to kiss me deeply, one hand gripping my jaw tightly. “My toy.”
You pause briefly to untie the ropes on my wrists. I immediately move my hands toward your body, but you stop me, holding them above my head in a firm grip. Your other hand is on my throat as you fuck me deeply and hard. I come again, squirting all over your cock, making it even wetter between us.
You stand up. “On your knees,” you say. I obey immediately and kneel before you.
You grab the hair tie from my nightstand and pull my hair into a tight ponytail, holding it firmly as you fuck my mouth. I gag a little, and it runs down me, mixed with my saliva.
You look down at me, and I maintain eye contact as I feel you getting closer and closer. One of my hands finds your balls, massaging them while you fuck my mouth relentlessly.
You come hard, holding my head firmly on your cock so you come deep in my throat. I can’t breathe, but I love every second of it, savoring every drop of you.
You pull your cock out of my mouth and say, “My dirty darling—you’d better take a bath.”
I start to stand, but you push me back down and let your warm stream flow over me. It drips from my hair down my face and body. I look up at you, open my mouth, and you piss in it while I rub it into my skin, loving the feel of your warm stream against me.
When you’re done, you grab my ponytail again and pull me up to you. You embrace me and kiss me, and you hear a “Thank you, Alexander” against your chest.
You smile and say, “Come, my girl, let’s take a bath.”
