My blond hulk hung from a chain. He growled as he wriggled with toes touching the floor.
With a smirk, I raked over his naked body, and my eyes landed at the cock ring around his dick and balls. He looked delicious. The perfect amount of hair on his chest ran down his body to his thick thighs, and along his muscular arms. Every part of his body tense as his blue eyes pierced me.
I dragged out a chair and set it right in front of him, heels clipping on the wooden floor, and sat in victory crossing my legs.
He set his teeth and glared, panting a breath.
“How is it my sexy giant is bested by little me?” I preened.
He settled and said nothing.
“That’s what I thought. You love it.” I waited.
Colour infused his cheeks, and he looked down. “Yes.”
When we got together, he said push hard, do whatever, and he could take it.
I did, and he could.
Months of pain-pleasure ecstasy and neither of us were tired of it. We weren’t bored. How could I tire of this?
“What will you do with me?”
I loved the gruff nature of his voice. He always sounded pissed off. I gazed back up at him and my instinct to hurt and adore him pulsed. I didn’t fancy inflicting pain, but the sweet slow torture of desire. I’d reduce him to nothing other than a response to my touch.
Standing, focused on his submission, I ran my hands up and down his torso, and found him trembling and hot. I traced the tattoos on his chest and arms with my fingers and lips until he shuddered. Then I held him, slowly wrapping my arms around his waist. The hard thump of his heart reverberated in my ear, his body pressed against me, and there were no words for how perfect he was. I squeezed his tense bottom as I breathed him in. His cock twitched between us.
My hulk made a quiet noise, little more than a whisper.
He glowered as I let him go, and I stared back, smiling at his surliness. It was lovely, the frustrated anguish and desire lurking in the blue depths of his eyes. Breaking the moment, and clogged with emotion, I went to the table where all my choices were neatly laid out. We’d done pretty much everything. Some things we’d never do again, others added to our repertoire. The problem was that he always wanted more.
Keeping him in check was the biggest issue we had. But I ruled him with an iron fist, which he enjoyed very much.
Picking up the lube and an anal dildo I sat back down in front of him.
He raised a brow.
“Did you want me to use the crop?”
His eyes flickered.
I licked in a hard flat motion up his thigh, my mouth watering at the taste of his skin. “Tough. You won’t always get you want. You’re mine, and you’ll do what I say.”
He lowered his eyes, and my skin goosed.
“You’re going to be good.” I ran a hand up his thigh where I licked, and his cock bobbed. “Stay still.” Squeezing out a good dollop onto his favourite toy, I did it slowly, drawing it out. Leaning close to his skin, my breath hot, I reached around, and pulled one cheek over as I nudged the sensitive entrance, working the lube a little as I pushed in.
My Viking hissed a breath as I went. So practised now, I knew all the angles and ways of his body.
I knew by the way he tensed and drew his body up that it hurt. I waited, careful, and as he adjusted, I slid it in all the way.
He cried out. I loved that rough sound.
I eased in and out, searching for the best angle and when his mouth opened and he moaned, I had him.
I kissed the defined ridge of muscle across his hip, bit his thigh, and kissed the mark.
Every touch, gentle or sharp, gave me the satisfaction of need like nothing else. The way he shuddered and twitched, the moans and pleading words he offered as worship sated every want in my body and mind.
I licked under his belly button downward, still teasing him with the silicone plug, and he shivered. His mouth closed and he tried not to move.
He made the sexiest little hums. Desperate want radiated out of him as he started to sweat.
“What is it, baby?” I whispered on his skin, tasting salt and him. It made my head swim with lust.
He didn’t say anything, but I looked up and licked his shaft in a slow action, and he held his breath. My mouth hovered at the tip.
I expected him to beg. He didn’t. He didn’t even blink. With a smirk, I took him in, pressing the dildo in at the same time. I think his eyes rolled all the way around.
I laughed as I sucked up, and eased down again, moving the plug in time. My hulk was rigid. His breath stuttered as he tried to keep still. I watched him relax and let the gentle pace of my touch overwhelm his senses.
He was free to enjoy it, free to luxuriate in what I did to him, and he did, not reaching for climax.
When he hummed in desperation, I went harder and deeper, trying not to gag, moving the dildo in shallow thrusts, pressing where he needed.
Then I slowed and he moaned. “No, please, please. I’m so close.”
I let him go. He growled. I watched his cock, hard and red, bounce, and he pressed his lips together. I squeezed his balls, tugged down, and he shouted.
Speaking close to his wet cock, I tasted the scent of his skin and the heat that radiated from him. It drew my desire as the wetness between my legs increased. “How much do you need to come?”
I glanced up and his lip twitched. My hulk took a few breaths, closing his eyes.
I moved with painful slowness in and out, and he threw his head back, straining. “Can’t. Please.”
I rested my head on his hip, holding tight.
With a nip of his lovely flesh, I stood, leaving the thing inside him, all the way down the lip as his pleading eyes fixed on me.
The only problem was he’s six-foot-something, and I’m five-foot-two.
I stood behind him, running my fingers over trembling back muscles, charting the lines of his tattoos in a soft rhythm.
He gave, body slumping with the inevitable defeat of his will. I loved him. My body prickled and I got ready. He knew what was coming, but I wouldn’t let him see.
Still in my underwear, I buckled on the strap-on into place and dragged the little step stool over so I could reach up and release him from the chain. I put my arm around his waist, and he eased down into my arms. For a minute I held him as his circulation returned to normal.
I kissed his lush blond hair. “Ready?”
He shuddered and with my help, leant on the bed. He slumped down with his knees on the floor, and head turned to the side. Throwing down a thick, dense cushion, I knelt behind him, pushing his legs apart.
I raked my fingers through his hair, making him purr.
With a big dollop of lube, I eased inside him after pulling the plug out, and he gripped the duvet with his still bound hands.
Easing in and out, a slow loving action, I gripped his shoulders. “It’s okay love, I’ve got you.”
I took my time, enjoying him. He murmured pleading words, wanting me to touch him. I didn’t.
I slowed, and push a little deeper, waiting for urgency to pass. When he relaxed, I moved again. Faster, then slower until he squirmed and growled. I went on and on, drawing it out like a long workout and my heels came off.
“Poor, poor love. You need it so much. It’s just there, isn’t it? Out of reach. You’re hungry for it.” I massaged down his back.
He moaned as his breath hitched. I worked his muscles and had him so perfectly at my mercy. The giant gave me absolute power.
I should be kinder, and let him come.
I made love to him. I was inside him. The straps snug on my skin and the rub of leather over silk on my clit iliciting the perfect build.
Lost as he was, we both needed release. Sweating and panting, my muscles worked from controlling and working him. Bracing my arms on his back, I leant over to rub better, and he groaned louder, head straining back to me. I thrust harder and took my pleasure, coming hard. The electric joy of taut relief pulsed in my body.
“Yes,” he cried, teeth gritted, “fuck me.” I slowed but ground into him, and he shook his head. “I can’t take it.”
“You’ll take what I give you.”
He dry sobbed as I pulled out.
He crawled up and rolled over, knuckles white from holding the bed, and his cock a deeper red. I pushed his shapely thighs up and apart, exposing him.
I worked the dildo back inside, and he shouted and hissed. Scooping some of the excess lube from his skin, I coated his cock but barely touched him, and moved in tiny thrusts.
The torture of edging rendered him delirious, and he was so close. It was the sexiest thing to see him like this. I let myself feel it with him, and the desire cut with pain was irresistible. I needed to kiss him.
Our eyes met, and he lifted his arms and put his bound wrists around my neck.
Sated with happiness, gently holding the man under my control, I moved again, his cock pressed between us, and I fingered the tip and sensitive ridge that pulsed underneath.
Every every touch was magnified, and he sobbed.
“There, there,” I crooned. “I have you, my love.” Sliding my thumb on the delicate spot under his tip, he hummed again, arching his back.
I whispered a kiss to his lips, and he was undone, coming hard onto us both. His face set, body tensed, and he shouted with each thrust and draw of release.
I pulled out quickly and lay over him. Cum slid between, and the warm, wet strap-on pressed against us.
He held me tight as I kissed his neck. He moaned as his hips strained against me.
“How’s my Viking?”
He laughed. “Still hard.”
“Hmm. Not satisfied?” I panted.
“You barely touched me.”
“You came harder than ever.”
“Fuck me, I did. I want more.” The word more ended with a groan and a grind of hips.
“So greedy.” Pulling his hands off me, I undid the thick heavy leather cuffs and threw them down. With his hands free, cut with marks, he flipped us over and virtually ripped the strap-on off and gathered me into his arms.
I lay in his hold. We needed to shower and clean up, but I loved this. And the night wasn’t over, not by a long shot. I nipped his bicep, and he grunted. I knew I was going to get it.
I Ioved being a switch, and so did he.