Aim to Misbehave

She woke up to sunlight streaming in through a crack in the curtains. For a moment she wondered where she was, but then she remembered, stretching her sore muscles. An arm tightened around her middle and drew her in closer. She could feel his breath stirring her hair and she sleepily smiled, closing her eyes as her aches reminded her of the previous night. Even now with everything sore, she grew wet as she relived her favorite moments. She bit her lip as she contemplated being naughty to get what she wanted. She could tell he was still sleeping, but if she wiggled just so, he would wake up. She knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. She could feel him behind her, her big spoon. Trying not to move her body too much, she reached down between her legs and almost whimpered when she touched herself to see how wet she was. She was sore, but it felt good.

“Kitten,” a voice behind her growled. She froze, breathing shallow.

“Yes sir,” she answered softly, her belly tightening at his pet name for her and his growling voice.

“What are you doing?” He asked and her face flushed with guilt.

“N-nothing,” she breathed, stammering.

“Are you lying to Daddy?”

She was silent for a moment and she took too long to answer, gasping softly when his hand encircled her wrist, drawing it up to reach behind her. He smelled her fingers before pulling them into his mouth and this time she did whimper at how his tongue caressed them, slowly running between her two fingers, now wet from his mouth instead. She marveled at how he always hungrily devoured her and she couldn’t help but wiggle her butt against him.

“First warning kitten,” he told her, withdrawing her fingers from his mouth and curling his arm back around her with her own, both their arms now nestled just under her breasts. She stilled, biting her lip again as she contemplated the consequences. She could feel him grow even harder behind her and the temptation was almost more than she could bear. To make it worse, he moved and gently bit her ear, his beard tickling her shoulder. His tongue snaked out and licked the edge of her ear lobe. Her breathing quickened as she nibbled her lip, trying to stay still and be a good girl. Every touch and every move he made lit her on fire as he squeezed her breast, taking her nipple in between his fingers and squeezed, pulling on it. She couldn’t take it anymore as she cried out, thrusting her hips against his and he growled into her ear, biting it harder than before.

He flipped her onto her stomach and the pillow muffled her gasp. He moved the pillow and placed her hands above her head, telling her not to move. She knew what was coming and tried preparing herself, but she still screamed when he spanked her really hard once on each cheek. They were still stinging from his hand when he took the flesh from one cheek into his mouth and bit down, clenching the other in his hand. She had to grasp at the bedsheets to stop herself from moving. Sometimes she aimed to misbehave, but she didn’t want to misbehave too much.

He straddled her and placed his hand in her hair, taking a handful and pulling her head backward. “Has my kitten been naughty this morning?”

“Yes Daddy,” she answered breathily.

“What did you do?”

She shakily breathed in before speaking, “I woke Daddy up and then wiggled my ass against him.”

“That’s right. And does kitten know what happens when she ignores her warning?” His voice in her ear made her quiver and she bit her lip.

“Yes. I get fucked,” she whimpered.

“Good girl,” he said to her, kissing the top of her head and backing off. She felt the absence of him as she lay on her stomach, not moving her arms. She loved hearing those words from him and smiled dreamily. She heard him open a cap on something but didn’t turn to look. She shivered but otherwise didn’t move.

“Bend over the edge of the bed, arms still above your head and don’t move them,” he ordered. She slithered down until her feet touched the floor, ass in the chilly air. Without warning he inserted two fingers inside of her ass and she felt lube on them, and he must have warmed it up before touching her. She gasped and he opened her ass further sticking a third and then fourth finger in. She gritted her teeth and whimpered when he removed his fingers. They were replaced with the tip of his cock, slowly pushing its way inside. Her pussy was so wet and she wanted so badly to rub her clit as he claimed her ass, but she knew she couldn’t. His hands grasped her hips, finding flesh to squeeze as he slowly moved in and out, letting her get used to the feel of him. The lube made her slick and she shivered at the feeling of him inside her ass until he was all the way in and she cried out, clenching at the sheets.

Her clit was throbbing and begging to be touched and she moaned at the aching need. He moved faster, one of his hands abandoning her hips to grab her hair, wrapping it around his fist and pulling. She growled at the feeling of her hair being pulled, and he pulled tighter until her head moved backward and her back arched. He slammed into her harder now, and she loudly moaned with each thrust, her knuckles white, tightly clenching. She adjusted the angle of her hips slightly so her clit was resting against the edge of the bed and rubbed against it and she orgasmed from just a couple of thrusts, her body shaking. He knew what she was doing and he removed his hand from her hair, once again grabbing her hips with both hands and pulled her away from the bed.

“Bad girl,” he growled, pounding into her ass even harder, the sound of flesh hitting flesh drowned out by her cries.

She knew he was cumming when she felt him quiver and throb inside of her, and then she felt his cum hot inside of her ass and she shook with her own orgasm. He was still inside her when he leaned down and kissed her back, lightly scraping his teeth against her skin, making her shiver. When he pulled out his cum leaked down to the inside of her thighs. He inserted a couple of his fingers in her wet pussy, pressing his thumb against her swollen clit, and she came again, her cheek resting against the bed. He kept moving his fingers in and out of her, relentless with his thumb. She lost count of how many times she came, twitching as she was still bent over the bed. He withdrew his fingers, slick with her wetness. She obediently opened her mouth and sucked on his fingers, tasting herself.

“Thank you Daddy,” she whispered, closing her eyes, satiated.

“You’re welcome baby,” he said to her, kissing the tip of her nose. “Come, let’s shower.” He helped ease her into standing and she was a little shaky. She rested her head on his chest for a moment before walking with him to the shower. She leaned against the wall as he turned on the water and tested it for her, making sure it wasn’t too hot. He held out his hand and she took it, smiling at him. He helped her into the shower, and grabbed the bar of soap, turning it over in his hands to get a lather going. He gently ran the soap up and down each of her arms, moving to suds her breasts, her stomach, and in between her thighs. She bit her lip when he got to that point, the entire area still sensitive. He moved to wash her ass taking care to be gentle, moving down her legs. He placed the soap on a ledge and massaged her legs on the way back up and she sighed, loving his attentions. His hands massaged her hips where his fingers had dug in earlier, moving up to gently kneed her breasts.

He then took her in his arms in a warm embrace, the water at her back as his fingernails lightly scratched it. She could stay here forever in his arms, his caring hold on her mind and body. She tilted her head up to him and he bent his down, their lips touching in a light kiss. She didn’t bite his lip this time, she didn’t want to ruin this sweet moment. She squeezed against him, nothing sexual about it, only the desire to be close to him. He kissed the top of her head and she smiled, nestling her head on his chest. She could live with these consequences from being naughty earlier and looked forward to the next time she misbehaved.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Awen prowled outside of Gabriella’s door. She wondered if Gabriella knew she was there. She wanted to go in. She always stopped short. Gabriella’s last words had been haunting her for weeks. Somewhere in there was a spot of love for her, although it had become dark and twisted, just like the rest of her. She wanted to go in there and show her who was boss. No talking. She didn’t want to feel anything other than anger. It was anger that fed her now, made her feel whole. Every night she paced outside of the door. Willing herself to go inside. She couldn’t do it. She felt broken.

 

Gabriella listened with an ear to the door, just like she did every night. She could hear Awen pacing outside of her door. She wanted her to come in. She wanted her love. She had realized being here that she never thought about her husband. She wondered if she had ever loved him in the first place. She had respected and admired him, and didn’t want him hurt. She supposed she loved him in a way, but it wasn’t on the same level as she felt for Awen. She felt terrible for betraying her family, but on some level she thought she would do it again given a chance. She stood there as long as Awen walked in front of her door over and over again. She held her breath every time she paused directly in front of the door. But she didn’t come in and eventually Gabriella heard her footsteps fade away and not return. A tear slipped down her cheek. She felt she would go mad if she kept thinking about the past. She felt responsible for so many things.

She brooded on the chair, a leg thrown carelessly over the arm of it. She fell asleep that way and regretted it when she woke up in the middle of the night with a stiff neck. She moved to the bed and curled up on her side in the blanket, tucking it all around her, with an arm under her head. She lay awake staring at the room she was kept in. It was majestic, but she felt alone. She fell into a disturbed sleep plagued by terrible nightmares and sweet dreams, all mixed together.

Gabriella was listening at the door the next night. Awen was pacing again. She stopped in front of the door and was there for a long time. Finally, the knob turned. It was an eternity before the door slowly pushed open. Gabriella stepped back as the door opened. She swallowed when she saw Awen standing there. She wore dark eye makeup and her hair was half tied back. She wore a short gold colored dress that accented her skin color. The dress came so high up on her thighs that it barely covered her ass. The sleeves were long and opened up after the elbow so that it was looser at her wrists. The scoop neck barely covered Awen’s nipples, which were hard at the edge of the fabric. Gabriella’s throat was dry and she tried swallowing again.

Awen kicked the door shut and walked around Gabriella, trailing her finger along the top of her shoulder blades. “You need to be punished,” Awen purred in a low voice, making Gabriella’s insides tighten. She continued to circle her, touching different parts of her body as she did so; her forearm, her ass, the nape of her neck. Gabriella started trembling at her touches. “But no talking,” Awen stated, pulling a ball gag from her dress between her breasts. Awen watched Gabriella as she inserted the ball into her mouth and fastened the strap. Gabriella was breathing hard through her nose.

Awen kicked the back of Gabriella’s knees and she fell, bracing herself with her palms. She grunted, the pain sharp. Awen walked deeper into the room and when she reappeared in front of her, she was holding a flogger. She must have hidden it in the room somewhere.

“You are mine,” Awen seethed. “I’m going to make you remember that. I’m going to make you know that for forever, you are mine.” She walked behind Gabriella, who was still on her hands and knees. Awen roughly lifted her dress and lowered her panties, striking fiercely at Gabriella’s ass. She screamed, the gag muffling most of her sound. Awen swung the flogger over and over again, cracking the ends on her skin. Gabriella started crying, the pain more than she could bear. She deserved this. She had betrayed Awen, and she would take every punishment that she gave her. She had broken her heart.

Awen ripped Gabriella’s dress and panties off of her and she was left nude. The cold air was hitting her nipples, making them hard as her breasts were hanging from her position. Awen ordered her to get up and she complied as quickly as she could.

“Go to the bed,” Awen commanded. Gabriella walked over to the bed and faced her. “Put your arms over your head.” Awen took the ripped dress and tied Gabriella’s hands to the bed posts with it. She whipped Gabriella’s breasts with the flogger and she screamed. The pain was more intense than her ass being whipped. Awen was not gentle and marks immediately formed. Gabriella was crying and saliva was dripping from her mouth. Awen stopped whipping her to bite the fleshy mounds with her sharp teeth, making Gabriella sob. All she could think about was the pain and that she deserved it. She wept from the pain of past, and the present. For the pain she had caused.

Awen continued marking her body with a viciousness that was palpable. She was causing just enough pain to leave bruising and other marks, but not hard enough to cause permanent damage. Gabriella loved her for that. The love she felt offset the intensity of Awen’s bites and slaps. She understood where the rage came from and she forgave her for that. Gabriella wanted to make it up to her, but she knew nothing would suffice so she took what she was given. She would never forget again.

Awen licked Gabriella’s tears from her face as she took the ball gag off. She took her chin firmly in her hand, her fingers squeezing. “You. Are. Mine,” she enunciated each word on its own, her face so close that Gabriella felt her hot breath on her face.

“Yes,” Gabriella choked out.

Awen claimed her mouth with a ferocity Gabriella had never experienced, her tongue hot and thrusting in her mouth. Awen grabbed her hair and yanked backward, exposing her throat, continuing to kiss her. Awen’s hand closed around her throat, crushing. Awen stopped the kiss and watched as Gabriella’s face turned red and started jerking involuntarily from the lack of air. Gabriella wondered if she was going to kill her. She would die at the hand of her love, in her hand. It was fitting. She felt like a part of her had died anyway the day she had forsaken Awen. She finally let go and Gabriella drew in a long, rasping breath.

“I can’t kill you,” Awen whispered. “I’ve wanted to.”

“I’m sorry,” Gabriella whispered back, her voice rough.

“You haven’t suffered nearly enough,” Awen said, turning away from her.

Gabriella had nothing to say. She agreed. She could only stare at Awen as tears fell, blurring her vision. Her body hurt; a mass of angry red marks. She was cold but didn’t dare say anything. There had been nothing sexual about this encounter. It was brutal domination, and Gabriella understood Awen’s need of it. She had created this monster.

Awen turned back to her and released her arms and hands from their bondage on the bed without saying anything. Her face was a mask and Gabriella tried to see any semblance of emotion. She saw nothing. She didn’t even see Awen’s hand pull back to give her a powerful smack in the face, her head whipping to the side with the force. She kept her head there, not daring to look. She heard Awen leave but she stood there for a long time, feeling the absence. She would rather be in the throes of suffering with her than alone and without her. A part of her wondered if there was something wrong with her for feeling that way, but she shoved it aside.

She crawled into the bed with her aching body. It was hard to move. She was numb for a long time before she started sobbing. She finally stopped when she felt like there were no more tears left. Her eyes were puffy and she wondered if Awen would ever forgive her. They could live happily. They used to bring each other so much joy and happiness and Gabriella yearned to have that back.

The next night, Awen entered her room again to punish her. She was physically punishing her, never bringing any kind of emotion into the act, or anything sexual. She understood that Awen was showing her a physical suffering where Awen had suffered mentally. All Gabriella wanted to do was hold her, but she wouldn’t allow it. Gabriella wasn’t allowed to speak. Every time Awen left her bedroom chamber, Gabriella broke down sobbing. She cried in front of her too. She felt the pain and the absence of Awen. Her body was sore and her mind was completely broken after a week, but she kept coming to her bedchamber every night, reenacting her torture in different ways.

Gabriella couldn’t bear to think about her children. She did once, and she nearly lost her mind. She felt like she was losing her mind anyway. She wondered if her atonement would ever be over. Would she have to pay for this her entire life? She had never really thought about it when she’d been away from Awen, but her imprisonment was making her think about all of this all over again.

Awen returned that night, and instead of tying Gabriella up like she had been doing, she ordered Gabriella to sit on the chair and then stood in front of her, watching her with hooded eyes. She was wearing a mask. Her face was unreadable. She bent down so that she was eye level with Gabriella. “Do you love me?” Awen asked, revealing nothing of herself.

Gabriella swallowed thickly. “Yes,” she answered simply, gazing back.

“How would you prove it to me?”

“I-I don’t know,” Gabriella stuttered.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, I have,” Gabriella softly said.

Awen stood up straight again. She untied the gold silk robe she was wearing. Gabriella could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the thin material. She opened it and let it slink down to the floor. Gabriella couldn’t breathe. It had been so long since she had seen that body, and it still looked the same. Her darker skin was immaculate, with no blemishes or scarring of any kind. Gabriella longed to touch her. She almost reached her hand out, but she knew she had no control. She was a slave, and rightly so. She couldn’t do anything without permission.

“Touch me,” Awen commanded, her voice whisper soft.

Gabriella stood, slowly circling her, dragging her fingertips along Awen’s skin, lightly. It was almost as though the wind was simply rushing by. She ran her fingers up from Awen’s wrist to her shoulder, and over across her back, then down again the other arm. She was facing Awen again, who had her eyes closed. Gabriella’s hands shook as she reached out and touched Awen’s sides, a more firm touch. She could feel how tight she kept her body; as though if she released any tension she might wilt away. They were both hurt. Awen was trying to heal the way she knew how. Gabriella knew it was destructive, but she couldn’t help herself. She was a marionette on the strings. Gabriella leaned in for a kiss but Awen’s eyes snapped open and her hand was instantly grasping Gabriella’s jaw, holding her in place.

“I didn’t say to do that. I told you to touch me.” Awen released her and they both stood there. Gabriella was frozen. She had only been doing what she felt was natural. But Awen was too broken to allow for her intimacy. “I can’t do this,” Awen said, rushing from the room, leaving her robe where it lay on the floor.

 

Awen ran down the hall to her own bedchamber where she flung the door closed, rampaging like a madwoman. Glass shattered she swept everything off the end tables and the bookshelves. Broken glass made her feet bleed but she barely felt it. Emotion was bubbling up and she was panicking. She didn’t know what to do. She was screaming and she cried. She was a broken woman starting to feel again and she couldn’t handle it. Gabriella had broken through. She needed to feel the darkness again. She called to a halfling and when he came to her she ate him alive. She feasted on his flesh as he screamed and she welcomed the sound. Her teeth ripped him to shreds until she hit the bones. She sat on broken glass, covered in his blood and her own, bloated and feeling the dark.

Denial

She didn’t care. Not really. He was just another drunk slob getting a little too close. She side stepped his advance, dancing close, but keeping him at bay. He was attractive, and she wouldn’t mind it. But now was work time, as she slithered her body around the pole, her skin touching and sliding. The music invaded her, and she felt it. The drunken man leaned against the stage again, waving money at her. He was tipping her well, so she danced over to him, shaking and swaying her hips. When he put the 20 on her hip, his fingers lingered there. She knew the bouncers would throw him out for touching so she shied away from him, continuing her routine on the pole. Her hot pink G-string and bra left little to the imagination, with her tits bouncing around. Hers were actually real, and she wasn’t skin and bones like everyone else. She had curves, feminine curves, and it was the only club she could find that would allow her to dance. She made a lot of money here, because there were many men that preferred her shape.

After the next song played, she picked up the bra she had flung off at some point and exited the stage. She felt the buzz from it all, and counted her money from the previous dances in the evening, and sighed happily at the wad of cash she had now stuffed in her purse. The night was coming to a close as the last dancer shook her tits and ass for the men; and, some women. She didn’t mind getting cozy with the women. When she worked the floor, she just as happily shoved their faces in her tits as much as men. She usually felt turned on after dancing for a crowd, and felt her pussy was a bit wet. She put her bra back on and slipped on a short black dress that clung to her curves. Her long burgundy hair hung nearly to her ass now, and she loved it long. She didn’t bother cleaning her face and she said goodbye to the other dancers, and the bouncers. She walked to her car, and saw a tall figure leaning against her car door. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should go get a bouncer to take care of it. She shook her head, still high from dancing, and brazenly walked to her car. If anything happened she had 6 inch stilettos on, itching to get stuck in a piece of meat, preferably testicles.

She got closer and recognized the drunk that must have given her $200 or more that night in 20’s. She hoped he didn’t want it back, but would give it back to ease any troubles.

“Hey baby,” he said in a low voice. He didn’t sound that drunk, but one could never be sure.

“Hey, sugar. You mind stepping away from my car? I’ve got somewhere to be.” She tried sounding nonchalant, but she was sure she heard her own voice tremor a little.

“Nah. I’ve got an idea for you and I. Seeing as I paid you so much, how about I get my money’s worth? Take it or leave it, babe.”

She looked him up and down. He didn’t really seem like a sleaze. He was well-dressed, in black slacks and a dark red shirt. His hair was well-kept and short, black, and green eyes. He wasn’t overweight, and he looked decent. She could use a roll in the hay, it had been a while.

She fluttered her eyelashes at him, knowing she didn’t need to, and smiling. “What’s your idea, honey?”

“You, come home with me,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “I’ve got a few new toys I’d like to try out.” His lips were nearly touching her ear he was so close. She felt heady, tremors slipping through her body. Her gut clenched, a warm glow spreading throughout her body.

“What kinds of toys?” She purred.

“A riding crop, some rope, a flogger, some other new toys.”

Her body burned at his words. “Do I get a safeword?” she whispered.

“If you want, sweet cheeks.”

“Should I follow you?”

He grinned and answered, “I’ll drive.” He led her to his car, and opened the door for her. In the back of her mind, she worried about dying, but she was more thrilled at the chance to be a submissive again. It was something that she loved being, but it was hard finding a good dominant. He saved her from having to speak by putting on some music. She was surprised to hear the crooning of Frank Sinatra. Before she could say anything, he smiled and said, “Even submissives should be romanced.” They didn’t speak another word until they approached his house, about 20 minutes later. Her eyes widened and she gasped a little. He was well dressed, but she didn’t think he was this wealthy. The house was more like a mansion, three stories high and made of grey brick. The driveway was long, and ended in a circle at the back of the house, with a four car garage. He parked and they walked out to the patio, where a beautiful pool and patio area was lit up, with plants and flowers all around. He grabbed her hand and led her through a sliding glass door, unlocking the mechanism with his phone.

Inside was no less opulent, with soft, white carpets and shimmering crystal all over and hints of color: a deep red sofa that was in an L-shape, a dark grey rug, and of course the artwork on the walls that splayed depictions of flowers and mountain scenes, river and sea side scenes. She was sure her jaw was on the ground and she looked up to see high ceilings. She looked around as he led her through this living room and he brought her down some stairs. She was starting to feel nervous. He seemed like a good guy, but one could never be sure.

Finally, they reached the basement, and it was decked out. There was another huge sofa and a large television that seemed like it wouldn’t even fit in her apartment. She saw small surround sound speakers all over the room, and knew that the sound would be amazing. He opened a door on the other end of the room and flicked on a light. This room was different. It was black: the walls, the ceiling, and the carpet. There was a huge bed that had red satin sheets, and toys were lined all around the room. She saw dildos of varying shapes and sizes, vibrators, whips, chains, rope, butt plugs, and a myriad of other sexual devices. She was once again excited, and turned to him expectantly, waiting. A true submissive.

“Any hard limits?” He looked her over in her dress, and she could tell that he was imagining the things he wanted to do to her.

“Only one: no marks. I have to dance, so no marks that won’t go away after a few hours,” she breathed.

“Safeword?”

“Sugar.”

He nodded once, and his demeanor changed. It seemed as though he got taller, and his eyes got harder and wicked, with a twinkle in them. “On your knees,” he commanded.

She quickly obeyed, fire spreading throughout her body. She could already feel her pussy getting wet. He seemed pleased with her speed in obeying his order.

“Sit back on your feet, your hands on your knees.”

Again she quickly obeyed, wondering what it was he wanted to do to her. Part of the excitement was the not knowing what was coming. She licked her lips in anticipation. He came behind her and slipped one of the straps down of her dress, caressing her skin with his smooth fingertips, running one down her arm. It was difficult for her to keep still, and she felt breathless. His lips softly kissed her bare shoulder and her heart skipped a beat. She could feel his presence behind her, all around the room. The air was heavy with the feeling of want and need.

He slowly pulled the clingy dress over her head, until only her long hair was touching her back. She shivered a little, as he unclasped her bra, and slid it off her arms, her large tits free. Her nipples instantly hardened coming in contact with the air. She heard him stand, and he walked away, coming back a moment later. Then she felt a collar being slipped onto her neck, snugly fitted to her. She smiled at it, and heard the clang of a chain. He hooked it to her collar, and walked away with it. She crawled on her hands and knees to follow him to the bed.

“Take off your panties,” he commanded. She stood in front of him and slipped them off, knowing this was not the time for dancing. She caught a whiff of her own pussy and loved the scent. Sex was sex sometimes, and this was exciting sex. She knew it wouldn’t go further than this room, and she was okay with that, as long as she got this moment.

“Get on the bed, on all fours.”

She crawled up on the bed the chain dragging underneath her, and heard him go get something else. He came back and she had her ass in the air, defenseless. Something slapped down on her ass softly, and she could feel it was the riding crop. She moaned, and the crop came down on her ass again. Her skin jiggled slightly, and her stomach felt tight with want. She cried out each time as the crop came down on her, a little harder each time. He finally stopped smacking her, and she wanted to writhe in ecstasy, but knew she had to stay in the position she was in. Her pussy was more than ready for penetration, but she figured it would be a while before anything entered her. His hand massaged her ass, which must be red by now and she whimpered at the contact. He grabbed the chain that trailed between her legs and lifted it, until it rubbed on her aching pussy. He pulled it against her until the chain was taught and she moaned. He gave the chain some slack, and pulled it against her again. He repeated until she was shaking and close to coming, but stopped just before. Her breathing was ragged, and her body was on fire. She was hyper aware of his movements, and heard him get another toy. This time, he brought down a flogger on her backside.

She arched her back, crying out. She was thankful her hair had parted to the sides as he lightly smacked her with the flogger in different spots on her exposed body: her calves, the back of her thighs, her now sensitized ass, different areas of her back. She felt like she was going to explode if she wasn’t allowed release soon, but knew this was part of his game. He was getting off on denying her pleasure. He again repeated the process with the chain as soon as he was done with the flogger, and again denying her pleasure until she nearly begged for release. She was about to start sobbing when he ordered her to put her face down on the bed. He brought her arms behind her back, and tied them together. Her cheek to the satin felt lovely, as did the binding of her arms. She heard him removing his clothing and she breathed in relief. He was finally going to let her have release of the pressure that had been building in her body. Her pussy was so wet and aching, swollen and ready for him. He climbed onto the bed behind her, slapping her ass with his hands until her skin stung. She cried out, wanting him inside of her.

She felt him enter her, and she took a deep breath, sucking in air through her teeth. He pulled on her bound hands, until she was up on her knees, and he pulled in and out of her slowly. Her brought her to a peak, and then drew out completely. She whimpered at the absence of him as he pushed her back down to the bed, cheek to the satin once again. Her chest heaved at her breathing and her heart raced. He bent down to her ear, and ordered her to beg, using a soft but firm voice. She begged and pleaded him, both of them aroused at her begging for him to come back to her. The pressure inside of her was almost more than she could bear, and tears started forming in her eyes; not from sadness, but from want and need.

After what seemed like an eternity, he slammed his hard cock into her pussy and she screamed as the full force of him tore into her. It felt so wonderful and full. He moved inside her hard and fast, pounding into her again and again. One of his hands mashed into her hair, gripping and smashing her face into the bed. She knew it wouldn’t be long until she came, and she could only hope he allowed it this time. She shook from the force of his thrusting in his violence. She loudly cried out over and over again every time she felt the full length of him inside her. The orgasm was sudden and gripping. Her entire body tightened in the release of it, and he came just after she did, slamming into her one last time, as he emptied himself into her. She screamed at the force of it, her world spinning out of control and they both collapsed on the bed, him on top of her. He undid the rope and they just laid there for a few minutes, collecting themselves. As he pulled out, aftershocks of the orgasm gripped her and she cried out. He stroked her hair and held her as their hearts returned to a normal rate.

“Can I keep you?” He whispered after a long while

The question sent a thrill through her, and she simply replied with a yes.