Control

Shifting in my wheelchair, I turned one wheel, pivoting around. “Take me to bed.”

My man with his immaculate beard and broad shoulders lowered his eyes.

When we met, I was instantly drawn to the gentle quiet that radiated from him. The strength both physical and emotional pulled me in.

Stepping forward, he reached down to my chair, eyes fixed on mine, slid an arm under my thighs, hoisting me out the chair, and cradled me. Heat, heartbeat, and the scent of him filled me. Mine.

We turned and walked up the stairs. He snuggled me into his chest. “Mistress?”

“Yes, my love?” I watched him, but he stared straight ahead.

“Are you tired?”

“A little but no more than usual.”

A deliberate smirk ran up his mouth.

“What do you want?” I stroked the side his face as he set me on the bed.

He didn’t kiss me, but hovered, the need on his face as he took a breath. I denied him.

Curling my legs underneath me, I knelt.

“Hurt me.” His fevered whisper always made me laugh.

“Strip.”

He did. Unbuttoning his shirt, he slipped it off, revealing his lovely body. His jeans followed and he was already hard when he slipped his underwear off, cock bouncing up as he did.

Kneeling on the floor so we were eye to eye, he leant into me. I slapped his face and he gripped the edge of the bed, eyes flickering with a smirk.

“Harder.”

I did it again. He grasped his cock.

“Do not touch it.” I hit him again.

He grunted and grinned. “Fuck. Again.”

“I hope you’re not making demands of me?”

“Sorry Mistress, I just want you so much. I need your touch.”

Our mouths were so close, I salivated.

At twice my size, he could crush me, but he knew my fragility and his strength as he bowed to worship me.

His queen. Mistress.

His love was bigger than anything I’d known, and he gave me power.

“On your front.”

“You don’t have to, you can watch me.”

“I want to fuck you.”

His breath kicked up.

I tilted my head and sneered. “Strip me.”

He licked his lips and obeyed, carefully unwrapping me.

“I’m not made of glass.”

He set me on my back and ran his palm, rough from his job, from navel to neck, caressing me. His dick twitched and abs tensed. Curling his fist on my knickers, he pulled them down.

I opened my legs. “Look but don’t touch.”

He looked ravenous as he licked his lips. Sometimes I wondered who was in charge, the lines fuzzed with our dynamics.

I’m required to submit my physicality to others. To retain any independence, I must give some autonomy up. I give that to him, he welcomes it, but always at my command, I give him pain, and he demands it. We’re nothing if not complicated.

“Let’s play.”

He smirked and leant over me. He had the power to crush me. With a gentle peck on my lips, he braced over me.

“Anything you want, Mistress.”

“Kneel on the bench, facing away from the bed.”

At the end of the bed was a blanket box, and as he positioned himself, I pulled out the box of delights from under the bed and the soft lengths of fabric we kept in there.

Although walking is difficult, I can a little, but my wellness varies, and I was feeling okay. I crawled along the floor until his dick was in my face.

“Shall I do my feet, Mistress?” He knelt proudly as he waited.

“No.”

I tied each thigh to each ankle, then tied them off to the foot post either side of the bed, followed by his hands. He was spread for me. He struggled a little.

“Perfect. You are beautiful.”

I picked out the cock ring he liked and eased his balls through before pulling his cock through. He shouted and gritted his teeth. I’m not always kind, but he loves it.

“There.” I grinned, but he huffed, and I sucked his cock, pulling it tight into my mouth.

He cried out. Letting him go, I caressed him all over before giving his cock a sharp tap. He squirmed in his position, body straining.

I laughed, running a nail up the inside of his thigh. “Look at you, pathetic.”

He lowered his face, cheeks red, and a bead of moisture appeared at the tip of his dick. “Sorry Mistress.”

Crawling up, I moved behind him, and put my arm around his chest, kissing along his shoulder.

“What do you want?”

“Are you feeling generous, Mistress?”

I squeezed my hand to his throat, gently holding him in my grip. His head fell back.

“You forget yourself.”

He panted, and I pressed my fingers, making him struggle with a little smile. “Sorry, Mistress.” His hips undulated, rubbing his arse against me.

“I doubt you are.” I let go.

Out of the open case,  I found and fastened the strap-on, and he moaned, knowing what was coming.

Kneeling close, I lubed the dildo, and between his cheeks before nudging in. This one was his favourite. Narrow at the tip with a wide base, it was long undulating and almost tongue-like.

He leant forward as much as he could, and I slid in. We were well practised. I made love to him. Lube everywhere because I loved it slippy, and his huge frame at my command. I undulated my hips up to him, feeling the strain on my thighs. This was as much as I could manage, and it was enough. Reaching around, I wanked him, hand firmly slipping up and down his cock.

His breath grew ragged and he shook, twitching.

I stopped and he worked his hips until I squeezed his neck again. He cried out.

“When I stop, we stop.”

I waited for him to calm, and I thrust again in long deep strokes, my fist working in tandem. He shook his head, desperate cries vibrating under my hand in his throat.

“Close,” he growled out. I went still and let his neck go, holding his chest and pressing into his back.

Slumping forward, he waited.

His strength became mine, and his submission always bolstered me. We both knew the consequences but it was part of our ritual. Our dance.

I moved again in shallow but harder thrusts and he screamed. As he pulled forward, back tensed, I knew he was reaching breaking point. Sweat beaded on his body.

I teased and stroked him.

“Fuck, yes.”

I stilled.

He growled, and I laughed. It was time to let him play.

Withdrawing, I pulled the knot at one wrist, and then the other, and he moved like lightning.

His legs were free in seconds, and turning, he looked desperate and wild. I could only smirk and pin him with a glare as I fell back.

Crawling over me, he grabbed my hips and flipped us over. Hard fingers pinned my waist. The man actually snarled in desperation as he hitched his knees up and apart.

“Do you want me inside?” I cocked my head.

“Yes. Now.”

I slapped his face. “What?”

The deference returned. “I’m sorry, my Queen, please. Please.”

With a hum, I settled and pushed inside.

His cheeks flushed, face pinched. “Hurt me. I need it.”

I held his cock with one hand, but he grabbed my other hand and put it to his throat, resting my elbow on his chest. 

I let him guide the pressure as he put his knees around me, urging me to fuck him.

I went at his pace, delighting as his eyes rolled back, mouth opened and head arched back. I squeezed.

Working his cock as I owned him, I relished his beauty. The masculine strength he exuded. The self-assurance he held in his sexuality was perfection. He twitched, shouted out, and came.

Letting go of his throat, I fell on him. His hands instantly holding me. He kept his legs tight and as I went limp, and ground me against him. Lube and cum everywhere, it worked under the strap-on.

He knew how to make me come, and it built quickly with my body slipping over his.

“Fuck, you feel good in me.”

Pleasure built, his responses still fresh, his need ever-present.

“Oh, I’m going to come again.”

His hands moved to my arse and he moved me, grinding in just the right way to get us both off.

I clung to him. Strength and muscle under me, his breath hard and heart pounding.

I moaned, spiralling upward and bucked into him.

“Yes.” He moved me faster, cock squashed between us and then hot liquid pulsed on my skin as he came again, and my orgasm rushed in me, long and deep.

We slumped in a sweaty tangle, my eyes already closing.

He slipped me out and cleaned us both up.

Exhausted, my muscles screamed but it was worth it.

He spooned me, kissing my hair and fell asleep almost instantly.

For a long time I lay in the dark, stroking his forearm, replaying what we shared, my pain throbbing and biting until exhaustion won out, and I slipped into dreams.

This was the price.

I’d barely move tomorrow; I know my body well. He’ll take care of me. His attentive submission in my reliance on him is nuanced. Beautiful. I’d love to live without pain, yet what we share is without parallel and I’d not change it for anything.

 

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My Devil

My captor could be cruel. There were times I fought and times I gave in. I’m not extrovert but I’m hard, strong, but recently I struggled.

Part of me thought he was the devil.

He wasn’t, of course, he’s my husband and my choice. This is my choice. My desire.

His hard, rough hand pinched the back of my neck and brought me to my knees. I hadn’t heard him and wasn’t ready.

“Sir.” My shuddered breath left me before I could think.

He pulled my head back sharply. “I have a gift for you.”

With a blink, I frowned.

“Speak.”

“Thank you, Sir. I apologise for not being ready.”

“I’m early, so I’ll forgive you. Let’s not start out with a quarrel, just yet.”

I was well practised enough not to smile. He let me go, and I waited.

“Service me.” His cruel mouth and bored tone usually sparked my desire, but not recently.

He sat on a chair, legs sprawled and undid his jacket. He looked so good in a suit. I crawled on all fours and knelt between his legs.

“Tits.”

I pulled off my light shirt, naked under it.

He nodded, and I glided my hands up his thighs. It was hard not to admire him. He was gorgeous, but he could be arrogant and vicious.

“What is it, darling?”

I frowned and glanced up. “Nothing, Sir.”

He stilled my hands and leant forward, cupping my face. “Tell me.”

Tears burnt my eyes at his tenderness.

He gathered me up and onto his lap, cocooning me in love.

Pressing little kisses to me, he whispered. “My love, what is it? You’re safe, I swear it.”

I didn’t answer.

“You have to talk to me. I cannot do better if you do not.”

“You do better? But it’s me, I’m not good enough. I never do anything right.”

He set me back from him, and I turned away in shame.

“What would make you say that? Don’t know how much I love you? I need you, adore you. I’d do anything for you.”

I blinked. “You’re so good at this, I thought maybe I’m not doing well enough. I don’t know.”

“Then I am remiss. Entirely my fault. I have failed to give you what you need.” The pain in his face hurt me.

He pulled me back to his chest, the hard steady thump of his heart a beacon of safety. I curled up like a kitten. His kitten. With his strong powerful arms holding tight, my fear melted away.

“I need to make it up to you,” he murmured into my hair.

“No, I should be stronger.”

“And it’s my responsibility to enable you to have that. I’m sorry. Here, let me give you your gift.”

He set me on the chair, handing me my top, and I pulled it on. He gave me a paper bag. I expected underwear or a sex toy.

Inside was a little pottery figurine wrapped in paper. It was a small cat, patterned in gilt. It wasn’t valuable or particularly pretty, but a while ago, we’d been shopping, I saw it and told him about my nana who had one similar when I was a girl. I’d broken it when I was playing one day and had been so upset because I’d loved it. She hadn’t minded much.

I didn’t buy it, and we’d been in a hurry. He got so stressed and quiet sometimes I didn’t like to bother him with little things.

I started crying. “I didn’t think you’d remember that.”

“Of course I do, I remember everything you say. I love listening to you. It’s an apology for being a bear recently, work has been stressful, but I shouldn’t let that affect how I treat you.” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

I ran my finger over the cat’s ear. Nana had passed away last year, and I missed her terribly. “This means so much to me.”

“Good, I’m relieved it was still in the shop. Come on. Let’s have some wine and a quiet night.”

“No, well, wine in a bit. Love me.”

“I do.”

“Show me, please.” I clutched his arm. I never really asked for things, but I had to be better at communicating.

He took the pottery and put it in the bag before gathering me up in his arms and kissing me.

He lay me on our bed and undressed. I always did it. I frowned, sitting up.

He smirked. “I think change is in order. You might be the sub and a masochist, but you’re my wife, and I’m responsible for your happiness and sexual gratification in this room, as we have arranged. Nothing is fixed, and things can change. I’d do anything to make you happy.”

I believed him. His sharp, wicked face and icy eyes always thrilled me. His command made me obey. Wild for him, he controlled and tamed our lust for each other.

“If,” he inched forward, naked, and knelt on the bed. “You don’t want me to spank you, restrain you, or punish you into behaving, I’ll stop.”

My eyes flickered. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

He laughed, and it felt like I hadn’t heard that rich sound in forever.

Our eyes held for a second before he stripped me roughly. He pushed my skirt up and pulled off my knickers. I moaned and gripped the pillow behind me.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Yes.”

He put his head between my legs and ate me. He held me down. I was never able to be still. He loved my squirming resistance until I was completely restrained so he could fuck me.

With a grunt, he knelt up, body looming and dick pointing straight at me.

“What do you want?”

This was always a problem for me. Asking for specific things, expressing my desires. He metered out everything I wanted or needed. He was right, things were changing.

Four years is a long time with no changes, and maybe it was time for renegotiation.

“What do you want?”

He blinked at the question. “I’m happy as we are, and happy for them to change.”

“I want to please you.”

Scowling, he bunched his lips. I wanted to kiss him. I did.

He met my eyes, curious, and I straddled his lap. He guided my hips down onto his cock.

He moved me carefully, as if for the first time. It wasn’t enough. We both knew it.

A wicked smile drew across his face.

“What?” I stilled.

“I’m going to tie you up and fuck you.”

“Oh thank god.”

He laughed, picking me up and setting me down, and fetched a long length rope.

Our bed is a ridiculous thing. He insisted on it. Four poster framed around the top, with a crossbar.

It’s very sturdy.

He threw the rope over and secured me in deft movements so my arms were raised and spread, and my knees just touched the mattress.

“Perfect.”

I panted, ready and needy.

“I think I should be kinder to you, but not easier on the sex.”

“Agreed.”

“Good. I love seeing you like this.”

“I love being like this.”

“So I see.” He teased a finger in my wetness and then sucked it. He manoeuvred me so I straddled him again and eased me back onto his cock.

Much better. With his hands gripping my waist again, fingers biting in, he fucked up, hard and fast, letting me come quickly.

The pull and burn of rope would mark me. His fingers would bruise me. I’d be stamped as his. I was.

His mouth caressed my neck as he jolted me hard, moaning as my pussy clamped around him. Hard pleasure broke over me, and he sought to control me as I rode it out.

Flushed and panting, I slumped.

“Fuck you feel good.” He pulled me off him and let me dangle. I hated the absence and whimpered.

Moving behind me, hands roving down my back and cupping my bottom, he kissed my shoulder as he angled my bottom out and squeezed.

“I’m going to hurt you.” He kept kissing me between words.

Still moaning and needy, I pressed my legs together.

Usually he’d punish me for that, but instead, he eased his hand between my thighs and cupped me. “No.”

I made a little noise at his sharp tone and spread my legs again.

“Good girl.” Getting off the bed, he went to the wardrobe and slid open the deep drawer where we kept our toys.

He came back with the spreader bar and secured my ankles. The metal was cold and drew my focus as I struggled in the rope bindings.

“There.”

I panted, but he wasn’t finished.

He fixed my favourite ball gag in my mouth; my tongue pressed down, so saliva gathered straight away, and I couldn’t hold it in as I tried to swallow.

He smoothed my hair, gathering it. I loved pain and knew what was coming. “I love you.”

I blinked at the words before he pulled my hair and I braced. A sharp crack of pain seared my bottom. The switch stung, and my skin instantly throbbed.

“More than you can ever imagine.” He struck again.

Tears rolled down my face.

“You’re everything to me. I will give you anything you desire.” Each word was punctuated with an electric pain of a quick strike.

Hot skin burnt and pulsed. I felt the long thin welts rising. My body twitched.

“In future, you will tell me when I’m neglecting you because I’m not perfect. I’m taciturn. I’m grumpy. If I let what you need slip,” he struck across my thighs. I went still, floating on the pain he gave me. “Then you say. You are my sub. Mine. You will do this for me, or I will deny you this punishment.”

He stopped, and I sobbed.

Moving to my front, he tried to take the gag off. I shook my head, not ready. I had no words yet.

He wiped my face instead and moved behind me entering me quickly.

My skin was too sensitive as he jolted into me, pinching my breasts, growling as he thrust hard, body stinging, and the salt of our sweat burning in the places where he’d broken my skin.

My devil’s control never wavered as I went limp. My mind cleared of everything but sensation; a vibrating mix of pleasure and pain.

He took what I needed to give with abandon, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

I screamed through the gag, and he called out. I knew that sound; relentless and needy, and then he stilled.

He put his hand on my pussy, while he came, rubbing my clit as he moved in shallow thrusts. His coming was always so hot for me, and as my pulse clamoured, wounds sharp, I shuddered. He hummed, kissing my hair as he brought me close.

I barely breathed, the gag almost unbearable as I came with an exquisite intense release of tension, body jerking on him.

“That’s it, my love. My sweet girl. So good.”

It was, it was the best it’d ever been. He took off the gag and I heaved a breath.

Withdrawing, he undid the spreader and then rope.

He quietly cleaned me up and put aloe vera on my wounds when he’d washed me down. The cool gel dried quickly, soothing me as ever.

“I broke your skin this time. Was I too hard?”

His voice in the quiet brought me around. I swallowed thickly, face in the pillow. “No.”

I reached for him, and he came to me. The care in the moments afterwards is the sweetest love. That’s what had been missing; gentleness to balance us. I sighed as he held me, safe in the beat of his slow and even heart. The beacon.

He’s my home, even if he’s a devil, and one I would take better control of.

 

Mutual Desire

Lance came out of the shower naked, rubbing his hair dry. My mouth watered and I stared. He was gorgeous.

“What?” He tossed down the towel, landing it in the hamper.

“Just looking.”

He tried to hide his smile as he blushed a little and looked through the drawer I’d given him.

“Come here.”

He stood in front of where I sat on the edge of the bed in a light robe, and he lowered his eyes.

He whispered a breath, expelling it as I ran my hand down his chest.

Two months since we got together, and I still couldn’t believe it.

He got hard, it twitched and enlarged until it stood straight. All the while, Lance balled his fists.

I glanced up and saw the desperate need already in his face. I had difficulty keeping up. Me. He was a horny fuck, and I loved it.

“No.” I leant back, admiring him.

“Please.”

“I have things in store for you.”

He bit his lip. I laughed.

He thought we were going out.

“I’m getting dressed.” Standing, I passed his glasses.

He frowned as he put them on, but I kissed his lips and went out with a smile to dress in my little spare room.

I sprayed the inside of the dress with lube, just like the woman in the shop advised me and slipped it on. The black latex was short, and I wore nothing else. It was backless and the halterneck split all the way down my cleavage, leaving very little to the imagination. I started sweating immediately. I wore light makeup and my hair in a ponytail. Slipping my patent heels on, I ferreted out the black paper bag with my gifts for Lance.

The lifestyle was a serious part of him, but I wasn’t sure if he’d want the gift, though I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. His nickname was pet, so might as well see what happened.

He had his back to me as he put his shirt on, and I stood right behind him.

“Do you want to play?” I kissed his back,  my hands wandering down his chest to his jeans. He moaned and leant his head back. That moan was my favourite sound.

“Will you give me control?” I opened his fly.

“Yes, please.”

“Mine,” I whispered.

“Always.”

I massaged his crotch before stepping back. He did a double take when he turned, blinked, swallowed loudly and went red.

“Well?”

His eyebrows moved a lot and he opened and closed his mouth.

“Take a breath.”

He did. “You look…”

“Don’t like it?”

“Love. Love.”

“Good.” I stood in front of him and ran my hand down his chest, happy he’d not done his shirt up. “We aren’t going out.”

“Oh?” His eyes fixed on my cleavage.

“No. I’m going to do things to you.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He said so it naturally, and I thought it’d be weird but it turned me on.

“Good boy, knees.” I reached up and pushed him down by the head.

He obeyed and with his hands gripping my thighs and kept his eyes down.

“I bought you a gift. Look.”

Dragging his eyes up, they met mine, and I was lost. He was everything to me. Peeling back the layers of him, he was chatty and funny and affectionate when I expected reserve and quiet. The chosen get to see him truly. He chose me.

Swallowing, I reached into the bag and pulled it out. A thick leather collar on a chain.

His eyes widened. “Fuck.”

“I know you said pet, but I wasn’t entirely sure.”

“Yes.” He gripped me a bit tighter and breath came sharp.

The moment was important, a bond between us that was more than sex, it was an emotional and physical bond.

I buckled the stiff leather, leaving it loose until he prompted me to do it tighter. When it was done, his eyes were closed and lips parted.

Tipping his chin back, I leant down to him and pecked his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Our mouths hovered close, tension thick.

“There are things we’ve talked about, and I want to do them to you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I was ready. We’d played, and he instructed me. I read and learnt everything I could. But now, it was time for him to submit to me, and not guide me. He needed it, and I came to understand it.

He was mine.

Easing the chain through my fingers, he watched, and I pulled him to his feet.

I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, caressing him, admiring every inch of his body.

Pushing his jeans and underwear down, exposing him, I hummed and eased everything off.

“I intend to do things to your arse. Do you need a moment?”

“No, I’m ready Mistress.”

“Are you? No wonder you spend so long in the shower.” I tutted.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Are you? Will you let me use you to make up for it?”

He licked his lips as his cock bounced against me.

“Yes please.”

“Mistress.”

“Sorry, Mistress.” He swallowed.

“Bed.”

I urged him down onto his back and reaching for the black bag, I pulled out velcro cuffs. The woman in the shop said they were good for beginners. I could get him out easy enough.

I slid a wrist into the loop, tightening it, pulled the length under his back, and secured his other wrist. His arms hitched under his back a little.

“Uncomfortable?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.”

He suppressed a smile. I did the same to his feet and secured them to the footboard and taking his lead, I straddled him, the nonexistent skirt of the dress rising up.

“I can’t take it.” He squirmed.

I put my palm on his chest, the thud of his heart pounded. “Breathe, and I’ll let you out.”

“No.”

“What is it?”

“I’m too aroused.” He closed his eyes, straining up.

“Let’s make it better then.”

Pulling his bottom lip into my mouth, he hummed. His glasses weren’t straight. I set them right and pecked his lips.

Kissing and working down his body, he shook and the desperate noises he made aroused me too.

My mouth hovered, open lips, teeth bared. He watched, desperate.

But I sat up, and he grunted, straining at the restraints.

From the bag, I pulled out lube, setting it on his stomach. A new butt plug next to it and then a fleshlight.

“Mistress, what’s that?”

I slapped his thigh, and he hissed. Opening it, I read the instructions and wiped everything down with a sanitary wipe before beginning.

Adjusting the ankle ties, I shifted his bottom over, so his lower half lay to the side, twisting him. I nipped his bottom. He tensed. Pulling one cheek up, I fingered his rim, and he tried to push onto my finger.

“Be still.” I swatted him.

He loved that too much for it to be a deterrent.

“If you don’t be good, I won’t bite you later,” I murmured, coating the plug in lube.

“Sorry, Mistress.”

I nudged it into him and slid it all the way, slowly inching it in. The wide lip had a detachable vibrator and I switched it on to a low pulse.

“Oh fuck me.”

“Yes, darling. But first, we play.”

He laughed and moaned.

“You like it?”

“Thank you, Mistress, it feels so good.”

He struggled with every pulse, and I watched half draped over him.

“Please touch me.”

With a pleased grin at his words, I shifted to his front and ran my hands over his body before grabbing the accessories.

Lubing my hand, I coated his cock, readying him for the fleshlight.

“When you’re close, you must tell me.”

He hummed, twitching as I ran my hand up and down his length. I nudged the tight toy over the head and he cried out.

He lifted his shoulders, and with my free hand, I grabbed the lead.

“You will lie as I left you, or I will secure you so you can’t move at all.”

My sharp voice brought him short and he stilled, clenched and panting as I pulled and pushed on the fleshlight.

I lived for the desperate sounds he made, begging for more.

He grew louder. “Please, I’m going to come.” Tense and rough.

I pulled the fleshlight off and squeezed the base of his cock and he went still.

“No, no, oh fuck let me come.”

“Poor pet, did you think I’d be nice to you?”

He knew I’d do it. Hated it. Loved it.

I teased the plug in his bottom for a bit, making him cry out. His cock softened a little, and I started again.

The rumble of need from him was delicious as I squeezed the fleshlight down his cock.

Teasing the head, he twitched, before working the whole length. I watched his face.

Mouth contorted, I wasn’t sure it was pleasure or pain he felt. Often the same to him, I drew the line.

“Yes, yes.” The sound drew out and I couldn’t deny him. He needed it. I needed it.

He flushed as he came. I held still for a second, his body and cock straining with each pulse of orgasm.

I moved the toy up and down and he swore and shuddered.

The plug still buzzed in the quiet.

Pulling it off, I let the cum drip out of it onto his cock.

“Look at you. Dirty pet. Unable to control yourself. Shameful.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” he panted.

“By the time I’m finished, you will be.”

He couldn’t stop the smirk. He softened as I tossed the fleshlight down and eased his hips back over. Carefully pulling his legs flat, I secured him firmly and caught up his lead.

His eyes flickered with every buzz from the plug.

I moved up and sat on his face. He loved it. I sat firmly and ground into his tongue before lifting up and letting him breathe. He ate me while I circled my hips. I came with hard and shuddering wet pleasure, and lifting away, he moaned, reaching for my pussy.

I left his face wet, licking his lips, and body tensed.

I ground up and down his length when I straddled him. He moaned, hardening under me, and it was a pained sound. My pet looked so uncomfortable.

“Lover?”

“Don’t stop.” The need was almost vicious.

I couldn’t stop grinding on his cock until I came again, while he watched. As my hips bucked, we cried out together.

“Mistress.” He struggled again, sweat beading on his forehead. Eyes pinched.

“What is it, my love?”

“I need you, my love, Mistress, sorry.”

It’s impossible not to give him anything he wants. He shook, panting and muscles tensed. Crawling over him, he watched, jaw ticking.

I pulled the chain from his collar lightly, and he gave to me, safe and relaxed again.

“There, there, pet. I have you,” I whispered with my mouth hovering over a nipple.

I bit down as I slid onto his cock. His hips reached up to me, and he hissed. I rode him easy and slow, and he let me, just his whispered need between our panting.

I bit all over his chest, leaving marks, then sucking and kissing the sore skin.

He arched into every graze of teeth. He drove me wild.

Quiet boys are the dirtiest, I swear it. I fucked him, drugged and desperate for every pull of pleasure I could draw from him, but I still held control as I came. Glorious and loud.

I writhed and bounced, and through his pained face, he smiled, watching me as I came again. He followed, arching up to me, giving to me. I collapsed over him and pulled at the velcro on his wrists, and as squirmed, I reached around, and found the clicker, turning the vibration off. He relaxed with a deep groan, pulling his hands free and holding me to his chest.

Lance kissed me, hands in my hair. “I love you, there are no words for it.”

I hummed, boneless.

I kept hold of his lead as he kept me nestled over his chest. We’d clean up in a second, but the moment washed over us. So perfect.

Our sex adventures became more intense, and I had to temper this desire before we burnt out. But as he stroked my back, delicate and sweet again, my love only grew. Our bond holding us closer.

“Did I do okay?”

“You’re perfect, but I think you went easy on me.”

“Hmm.” I nuzzled him, but the latex sticky and all I wanted was his skin on me.

“Did you enjoy it?”

I grinned at the uncertainty in his question. “I could never go back because this is who I am. What I want. Thank you for giving me this.”

He held me a little tighter but didn’t speak.

I nipped his chest. “Right. Clean up your Mistress.”

“Yes, anything for you.”

 

TheWorkout

I watched from the doorway. Edan grunted with each lift; his muscles taut, and sweat rolled down his body. He only wore sweats, and they hung low. Big arms clenched with another heave of weights.

Our home multi gym was an ugly thing and took up half of our spare room. The other half was my office, and at least I had my back to that monstrosity when I worked. Though, I couldn’t complain at the current view.

He’d been in an accident, and rehab had been tough. It changed him. He wanted to be fitter and healthier. Stronger.

I loved him before and loved him now, and I’d still love him any way he looked. He set the weights down and cracked his neck before doing some push-ups. Up down, up down. It was hypnotic.

He grunted. Every grunt made me clench. I needed to fuck him. Well, that wasn’t quite how it worked, but yes I needed him.

Edan fell onto his back, sweat glistened on his skin, and he panted. “I know you’re there.”

Shit.

“Get in here.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, and he got to his feet.

We stared at each other for a minute. I tried to keep the smile off my face. Edan raised his brow.

Over the years, we’d developed this language, and the smallest expressions told us what we felt in a dance that we enjoyed over and over again.

He stepped close, and I breathed in the scent of fresh sweat. I got wet. He lifted my chin with his finger in question. A small, smooth gesture that anyone that wasn’t us wouldn’t see.

Play or not. We didn’t need the words. My answer was either lowered eyes, in which I was obedient, or I’d stare him out in defiance. Then I’d be punished. The other option that I rarely used was to step away.

“It’s rude to watch people.” His glittering black eyes caught the sun, and there was a touch of maroon and amber in them. I sighed. I was horny as fuck and grinned wickedly.

He smirked. With his other hand, he ran the back of it up my arm to the nape of my neck, and took my ponytail, pulling back on it slowly. His face masked with absolute control, but his eyes were fire. “Knees.”

I dodged away, and he caught me up from behind, slamming me into him, and my breath left me. His dick, hard already, pressed into my arse cheek. The damp heat from him bled through my clothing, and he panted into my skin. My heart pounded at the rush of desire and of letting him control me.

He kissed my neck, sucking and licking my shoulder, and eased down the straps of my top.

I tried to squirm.

He jolted me back to him. “Bad girls get tied up and hurt. Do what you’re fucking told.”

“Make me.” I laughed.

He spun me around and pushed me down into the seat in of the gym with one hand on my heart and tore at my top.

“Hey.”

He pressed down. “Obey.”

“No.” I stared at him. He straddled my lap so I couldn’t move, and I fought him ripping my top and bra off. He paused and pinched the nape of my neck. This was a ‘stop’ we halted whenever he did it to check in, and it was second nature to us.

I went still, looking up at him. “Yes?” I panted.

“Green?” He ran his thumb across my cheek with a little smile on his face.

“Green.” I kissed his finger as he brushed my lip.

Edan let go of my neck, and I struggled again. He revelled in it as much as me. My heart pounded, and I started sweating. I bucked as he tied one hand to the bar at my side, and then the other with bits of my bra.

He got off and on the other side of the room, grabbed metal cuffs from the storage cupboard. This wasn’t our first game.

I pulled at the makeshift restraints.

“I know you. You’ll fight until you’re free.” He cuffed me, the cold metal hard on my skin, and I struggled, savouring my body being pulled while he removed the remnants of my clothes. I was soaked and pulsing. I wanted to come so much.

There’s nothing quite like losing to him.

“You think you know what you’re getting, well you don’t. I’m not playing nice.”

Oh, wonderful. I squirmed.

He yanked my bottoms off and tossed them aside. He picked up a skipping rope he used sometimes and tied my thigh to the nearest bar, and then looped it under, securing my other thigh. Legs stretched wide, I couldn’t move and bit my lip, trying not to fight too much.

He knelt in between my legs, eyes on my pussy. “So wet.” He parted my lips with his thumbs.

I moaned.

“You need a lesson. But if I touch you, you’ll come. I’m not giving you anything.”

I fought, and he laughed as he pushed his sweats down. Fucker wanted me to beg and play nice, but I wouldn’t.

Naked, he stood over me, that familiar lovely cock pointing in my face.

“You’re not going to touch it. I’m not making you do anything because you love it too much.”

Narrowing my eyes, I puffed out my breath, trying to dislodge a clump of hair that worked loose.

He smoothed it out of my face, and I leant into his touch.

“Watch.”

He stroked his cock with one hand and put his hand between my legs, and I cried out, but he only coated his hand with my wetness and covered his shaft in it. I kept my eyes on his dick as he stood right between my legs, the head only inches from my face. My lips parted.

“Ah-ah.” Picking up my bottoms, he took my knickers, shoved them in my mouth. I fought at the fabric cramming my mouth, but he held me firm and levelled an impatient look at me. I was really pushing his buttons, but he started wanking again while I cried out around my knickers, pulling on the cuffs.

Gradually I stopped fighting and became transfixed by his moaning and the action of his fist. He gripped the metal crossbar above me, so he imposed. His muscles tensed and relaxed. His breathing quickened again.

He bit his lip, humming with each pant. I ground my hips, my own orgasm already deep in me, and my nerves on fire for him.

Edan slowed his hand, eyes hard on me as I looked up. A bead of sweat rolled down his neck. My gaze flickered down to the movement of his body; energy transferred from his lust, up through the repetitive motion of his arm, and the power that spread through the rest of him.

Tense, relax, slower, speed, and drawing every second out.

His strong thighs twitched. Letting go of the bar, he dived his hand between my thighs, and I tried to ride the fingers gathering wetness as it seeped out of me.

He coated his cock again, stroking quicker, his fingers working over the hard and red shaft.

Opening his mouth with desperate breath, he gripped my head. He wanked with his cock right up close, urgency in his arm and grip on me. I wanted that dick inside me so much, and I enjoyed every sensation. The heat of his sweating body, his scent, the noises he made, and my head pulled back in his grasp rendered me compliant.

I called out through the fabric in my mouth, I breathed hard through my nose, eyes down on the furious movement of my husband’s hand.

“Fuck.” His ragged breath and tensed abs let me know he was close.

My clit throbbed harder, heat gathered.

He pointed his cock down, and he came, hot splashes of cum caught my tits and chest. I moaned with him.

He kept stroking, enjoying it with a smile, and let go of my head, bracing his arms above me. “Hell of a workout. You going to be good? I’ll make you come, nice and hard.”

I nodded. He knelt and took the lacey knickers from my mouth. I drew a breath.

“Don’t move. Not a muscle.”

“Yes, sir.” I needed to come so much I’d have done anything.

He ran his fingers through the cum on my skin, massaging it into my nipples, pinching and pulling. I twitched and cried out.

“Suck.”

I opened my mouth, and he glided his fingers in, and I sucked the tangy cum and under it the taste of his sweat and cock. I hummed. He was delicious.

“Good girl.”

He pushed his fingers right back in my mouth and with his other hand, eased two fingers inside me, and angled his arm to catch my clit with his thumb.

He crooked his fingers up and raised his brows.

“Ready?”

Letting my breath go I slow blinked yes. With a sneering smile, the cocky bastard finger fucked me hard and fast.

I wanted to struggle, scream, bite, and ride his hand.

I didn’t. I obeyed.

My eyes fluttered as he leant close. “You’re so close.”

I made a low noise, and he laughed and stopped. My body shook. He curled his fingers inside, searching deeper and slid another finger in.

The closeness ebbed, and he teased, building me back up slowly. Pleasure inched higher as he leant his face against mine, and his hair dampened with sweat brushed my skin.

His lips met my skin, and he worked down, taking my nipple in his mouth, the brush of teeth set me off, and I came. Hard. My hips rolled on his fingers with each hard wave of orgasm. Then my body went of its own volition. I trashed, pulling on the cuffs and rope. I kept going and couldn’t stop.

“Oh baby, look at you.” His breath on my sensitive wet nipple caught my breath.

I couldn’t speak, just kept moving and moving as my orgasm faded. My head fell forward, and I was utterly spent.

Releasing the cuffs, my arms flopped down, and Edan undid the rope, kissing my wrists and inside of my thighs. I moaned.

“Come on. You’re such a good girl.” He lifted me up in his arms, cradling me close. With my head resting on his neck, he took me to bed.

Edan took care of me, as he always did, and when he’d showered, he held me with love, as always.

 

Mummified

The word mummified is not particularly sexy.

But the act is something else. I’m strange, I’ve always known this, but this particular desire isn’t one I share easily.

I love very tight clothing, especially tight skirts so I can’t move. Corsets, and the feel of stockings and suspenders. I love a fabric cage. The other thing that gets me going is others watching me.

My friends are an odd bunch too, and after one night in with wine and I said all this, here I find myself in the most unlikely scenario: about to be bound and fucked in my friend’s front room in front of a bunch of people.

I took a deep breath as adrenaline rushed. I doubt I’d be this high again, and my trust in my friends was strong.

The woman in charge of me was tall and dark, and she lifted my chin back as I stood before her in a warm, elegant living room set up for the display but I didn’t pay attention to it.

A few people stood about with drinks, and the mood was high and happy, yet respectful. I knew she’d take care of me.

She untied the sash of my robe. “At any point, you want this to end. End it. We will not think less of you. You know this. You know the rules. Only the people you’ve consented to will touch you.”

“I understand.” We’d spent a few hours beforehand in a relaxed ‘get to know you’ moment. My Domme for the evening would stay right by my side. She’d control everyone.

I was in a group hug of safety.

I had no doubts, just anticipation and the natural dip of nerves that I relished. The two men who’d I be with were watching me. I didn’t know them other than by sight around the club scene, but this evening we’d hugged, chatted, and worked through what would happen.

I knew they were a couple, but I had no idea they were both bi, and looking for an occasional third.

Standing behind me, my Domme slipped off my robe, and the crowd stood at a respectful distance murmuring their appreciation. I shivered.

With a hand on the back of my neck, she displayed me to the crowd, and I lowered my head.

This was a signal. A version of me came to play; distilled into something other and yet true.

Me as a sexual animal.

The first act would be the process. I took a deep breath, relaxing as hands worked over me.

Bondage tape is enormous fun. The sound of it being unspooled went through me, and I clenched. I was pretty sure my wetness dripped from me.

Cool, smooth tape touched my skin, and my heart thudded. It went around my shoulders in a few loops, under my breasts, leaving them exposed, and carried on down my ribs.

My elbows pressed into my waist and hands into the flesh of my thighs.

The tape finished at my hip bones. I swayed and pulsed with desire. Sweat prickled all over and fuck, I wanted to come so much. Already hovering.

My ribs pressed against the tape and I took steady breaths. Tight but not too much. Just right.

Hands urged my legs apart. Then it began again.

I wanted my legs together, but for this demonstration, they’d be apart to allow for more display. Another time, I hoped I’d get my way.

My hands were secured down my thighs, trapped against my wet skin, and my eyes fluttered.

The small audience applauded, happy at the display. I was photographed by my Domme and then play began.

The two men approached. Tim had strawberry blond hair, pushed back in waves, bright blue eyes, and a tall, lithe physique. He complimented my tawny complexion perfectly. His partner, Dale, was a little shorter, more muscular with a tan, straight dark blond hair and green eyes. They were beautiful.

They spoke, but I didn’t hear; I experienced. Their hands ran over my body, the tape a barrier until they brushed my breasts or bottom, and finally my pussy. I moaned and squirmed and begged for touch as they held me steady. But they didn’t give. I didn’t want them to.

When one started pinching my nipples, I nearly came, leaning into them. The other put his fingers inside me and in a few deft strokes brought me close.

He withdrew, and I cried out.

Urged to my knees, Tim teased me with his thumb on my lips. I knew he meant that if I wanted to come, I had to suck his cock. My brain caught up to where we were in the act, and I was so relieved because I needed action.

Tim only wore jeans, and he undressed as Dale stood behind me, wrapping my ponytail around his hand, pulling it tight.

With a smirk as he lifted my face, Tim commanded me to open my mouth, and when his cock touched my tongue, I nearly came. He held my face as he moved in and out, and didn’t force down; he was sweet. I hadn’t expected that. Slowly enjoying my mouth, I licked and sucked him. I wasn’t passive. He hissed as he watched. Dale undid his jeans behind me, and the feeling of movement out of sight let me know he was wanking with his free hand, and I knew he was next. The men swapped positions, but Dale kept possession of my hair, firmly in charge. His cock was shorter and fatter, and lovely too. I sucked with gusto as he pushed a little harder and rougher.

After a few minutes, he withdrew and set me over a leather upholstered bar, leaving my arse in the air. My feet slipped under a crossbar so I didn’t fall, and Dale worked back into my mouth.

Tim was behind me, hands exploring, and he spread my arse cheeks, fingers biting into my flesh. I moaned so loud the audience responded. Then his tongue licked up my pussy. I nearly launched but remained still, always cock moving in and out of my mouth. Saliva pooled and I couldn’t hold onto it.

Tim kept playing with me, teasing my pussy and arse, and just as I was about to come, he left me. I struggled, grunting as I kept sucking.

Then he entered me. It was heaven. My nails dug into my skin, sweat covering me under the tape and as they fucked me in tandem, their hard jolts and slams, the grunted filth said to me, and the audience’s enjoyment rode me out and I came hard. I bucked as much as my restriction allowed, involuntarily fighting my binds, pressure and constraint intensifying every movement. I shouted out my pleasure. Dale withdrew from my mouth and I drew a harsh breath as I relished the last of it.

We’d barely begun.

I was a wreck after that first orgasm. The audience were still cheering and so into it as I was lifted up.

Delirious as I was placed on a table, I blinked as the cool tone of my Domme’s voice cut the atmosphere. “Hey, little sub.”

I licked my lips and hummed, still squirming in pleasure, my arms sliding a little under the tape.

“You like that? Feel good.”

“The best, thank you, Mistress.” My eyes rolled as I panted.

“Good girl. They’re going to fuck you now. Ready for the hard stuff?”

“Please, please, I need it.”

“Good.”

Initially, they talked about whipping, but honestly, pain wasn’t my thing, but we all wanted hard fucking. It was immediately agreed.

I lay on the leather table, my legs spread, and my Domme stepped back. Tim stood at the end and eased into me. He smiled, and it was wicked and sharp as he leant over, eyes on me. With one hand on my waist, and the other squeezing a breast, his mouth fell open and he hissed a breath.

Then he took me.

He lived up to expectations. I screamed as he went hard. Drilling me like an animal. Our bodies jolting, he was hot and commanding, hands biting into me, and his grunts and flushed face was gorgeous. It hurt and my body went limp. I loved it and begged for more. He gave it.

Dale held my hair with one hand, teasing my tits, keeping me still as he whispered filth of what they were going to do to me. I’d never experienced intensity like it. People cheered Tim on.

Too soon he pulled out and came, covering the tape and my skin in hot cum.

I purred, already close, but denied.

He and Dale kissed as they grinned, having a great time. Tim smoothed my hair, speaking to someone as Dale stood between my legs, bent down and licked the cum off me, he kissed over my breasts, pulling my nipples through his teeth, I went lax, body pulsing as he built my desire again. It was gorgeous to see. Dale pushed his cock into me, and I squirmed.

I arched my back, but he held me in place.

Tim leant down with a gentler touch. “Isn’t he beautiful?”

“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth.

Dale went deeper, slower but harder. I shouted with every sharp thrust. He took his time, building my need and desperation as he controlled me.

“He’s going to make you come so hard.”

I couldn’t speak; it was there already. Tim pinched and pulled my tits and his fingers caressed Dales’s. It was sweet, and I loved being part of it and being absolutely fucking used.

Kissing me as he leant down, Tim held my eyes for a second and then kissed Dale. I felt the throb and urgency of him as he fucked. He wrenched away from his kiss and looked down as he took me. Sweat poured off me, my pleasure tight and I rose into it, peaking and breaking with the pressure. I bucked hard as they held me down, I begged, and people cheered, fuck, I don’t think I’d ever come that hard. It kept going. His face strained as he lost coordination and suddenly withdrew splashing my stomach and the tape.

I lay there heaving breath with my eyes closed. I wanted to revel in that moment as my Domme stepped into the fray and cut the tape with special scissors. I was free but couldn’t move. I was overwhelmed.

Someone picked me up as it became too much.

“Hey?”

I lay on a bed, blinking back to clear thought, and my Domme ran a cool cloth over my skin. “There you are.” She smiled her wide grin and smoothed my hair. “How are you?”

“Incredible.”

“Yeah? Your friends are worried they hurt you.”

“No.” I smiled, still a little delirious. “Can I see them?”

She nodded and helped me up. I put the robe on and lay back as she left.

They came in, dressed and holding hands. They perched next to me as I patted the bed.

Tim cleared his throat. I wanted to kiss him. Kiss them both.

“We were worried.”

I reached out and held his hand. “You were both amazing.” I looked at Dale, a deep frown marring his face. “I’ve never experienced anything so good. It’s what I always needed.” Emotion caught my throat. Partly because it was so good, and partly that these guys were wonderful.

So many possibilities that weren’t mine, but we had this.

Dale looked at Tim and then spoke. “We had a great time too. We wondered if perhaps you’d like to go to dinner with us. Talk about what we shared.”

“Talk?”

“Tim and I have been missing something. We love each other but we need something. It’s hard to quantify.”

“We were thinking of a third partner, not just an occasional threesome. We don’t want separate relationships outside of us, rather, someone as part of us.”

I looked from one to the other. “You’re serious.”

Tim smiled and held my hand. “We are. You can think about it. No pressure.”

“Yes, I mean I’d like to go to dinner with you.”

Tim leant over and kissed my cheek.

Dale did the same. “We’ve never found anyone who wanted to be mummified. Normally it’s him, but we’ve fantasised about that for ages. It was incredible.”

He cupped my cheek. I sat forward, still bubbling with joy and threw an arm around each of them. We hugged and I’d never felt so desired.

This was going to be fun.

 

Mutual

Anticipation built in me all day, making me jittery and twitchy. It was just Lance. He was my friend. Yep.

Okay fine, to me he was much more. Every time I looked at him my clit pulsed and mouth watered.

It was a pleasant, warm summer evening and he was coming over to watch a film.

A quiet and shy man, he wasn’t one for crowds and a bit of a mystery. I was the opposite, and I knew if I pushed him that he might go along with things he didn’t want. I’d seen it. It was easier for him. People took his acquiescence as permission, and it bothered me.

So I held back. I didn’t crowd or insert myself into his space. I asked and stepped back, and sometimes he said yes. I was weirdly pleased the first time he said no to me. Felt like trust.

He liked film nights.  Every moment with him was wonderful and terrible because I just wanted more, so I took what I could get.

With a cleansing breath, I prepared the snacks, and ignored the thump of my heart and shaking hands.

This was worth it.

I nearly went a foot in the air when the door went. Imagine what I’d be like if I hadn’t wanked first. Twice.

I opened it, and Lance stood bathed in evening sun with a smile. “I bought your favourite wine.” He thrust out the bottle, and I took it. He hovered in the doorway and pushed his glasses up. He wore the nice casual shirt I said I liked once.

I wanted to hug him but didn’t. “Thank you, yum.” I turned and let him follow.

I poured us a glass, and we carried all the snacks and drinks into the living room. Lance sunk into my big comfy couch it with a sigh.

The windows were open with the curtains closed, and the room was summer evening cool. We settled with our feet up, and a foot apart as the film started.

I couldn’t tell you what happened on screen. We were next to each other and barely said a word.

He laughed, and I smiled. I loved hearing him laugh. For such a solemn man, he had a fantastic laugh. Full and throaty and infectious.

It was cooler that night for the first time in days as the sun faded. I closed my eyes in that dim room with the comforting presence of Lance, and a breeze on my skin.

I relaxed. Even though I was mindful of him, I always let tension go. With his quiet stillness, I wavered between fidgety and catatonic. I drifted off.

I woke comfortably warm. A beat played, and as I came to, blood filled my cheeks. Oh god.

My face was snuggled into his lovely chest, and the hard thud of his heart in my ear was the beat. On our sides, legs tangled, holding tight, I had no idea what to do. Extract myself, apologise, but I couldn’t move. I held back the tears because it felt so perfect and wanted to stay forever.

Lance’s smell, the feel of his chest rising with his breath, how his arms felt around me, and how his swallow moved where the top of head pressed into his neck all fixed in my mind.

I repressed my tears and pulled away unable to look at him as my eyes burnt. “I’m so sorry.” I laughed, sitting up and shuffling to the edge, and reached for my wine, willing my hand not to shake. “It’s been so hot I’ve not slept.” I managed to keep my tone light before taking a gulp.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

After a deep breath, I turned keeping my face neutral. “I am sorry about that. I hope it wasn’t too uncomfortable for you.” I’m pretty sure I grimaced not smiled and settled back to the film.

He was still looking at me, and I wanted him to go. I couldn’t do this anymore, but it wasn’t his fault; it was all me, and this hurt. Physical pain.

The idea of losing his friendship cut me, but this couldn’t go on.

“Are you alright?”

The soft concern brought tears to my eyes, and I put my wine down. “I’m fine.”

I settled back. It was getting chilly, and I shivered.

“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I went over a line, but you lay on me and…” He swallowed.

The burning spread to my throat, and I cleared it. “Wrong? You did nothing wrong.” I’d cry if I looked at him. “I stepped over a line, not you.”

“What line did you step over? I don’t understand.”

I made myself meet his face. His cheeks flushed, and the worry in his eyes made the ache worse.

I wouldn’t see him again after tonight, and I just stared, unable to hold back a tear. I wish I were less emotional. I’m not.

“Fucking hell, why are you crying? What did I do?” He shifted around, hesitating to move closer, and distress cut in his voice.

Part of me thought I should tell him to go. “I feel bad that’s all because you’re not tactile, and I respect that. Except when I lolled all over you. I’m so, so sorry.”

Lance’s shoulders sagged. “Don’t be sorry.” He cleared his throat. “It was nice.” His flushed cheeks went redder and spread down his neck.

I blinked at him. “What?”

He gave me a small half-smile that I wanted to lick, and I clenched.

Lance sat back slowly, putting his arm across the seat, opening his space to me and I think my heart spun. I pulled my lips into my mouth and leant down into him again.

His arms went around me, and my skin goosed everywhere.

“Cold?”

I smiled, my cheek in his collarbone and I nestled into him. “Not now.”

He held me. I floated for a second before the chatter in my mind reminded me we were just friends.

“You’re very lively in your sleep.” He spoke into my hair.

Applaud me because I didn’t moan. “Am I?”

“Yes.” He ran his hand down my back. Rough, strong hands that knew work.

I couldn’t breathe. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was enlightening.”

“Oh shit. What did I do now?” I managed to make a prat of myself at every opportunity; it’s a gift. Lance had spoken up for me and quietly come to the rescue several times. For all his quietness, he was fierce about his friends.

I pressed my face into him.

“Well. You threw your leg over me and ground into me and kept saying ‘please Lance’.”

Fuck my life. I didn’t move, and let the shock and humiliation pass over. When I recovered enough with my stomach in knots, I found my voice. “It’s a good job I’m used to absolute mortification.”

He held me tighter. “I thought I was dreaming. It… It was so…” His pulse quickened, breathing harder, and then I felt it. The hard mystery of him pressing into my thigh.

I swallowed all the saliva in my mouth.

“You’re beautiful.” His voice shook a little and hand went to my hair.

What was happening? I was still asleep.

Snuggled there together was a dream. Too perfect. Steeling myself, I pulled back, and we stared at each other, but his gaze went to my mouth.

“I want to kiss you.” Lance licked his bottom lip.

This wasn’t real. “I didn’t think you liked me that way.”

He frowned. “Why would you say that? Of course I like you.”

“We’ve been friends for months, and you’ve not said anything.”

Lance half-smiled and huffed. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but I do really care about you. Do you know what it’s like to have people pry into every feeling you might have because you don’t fit their idea of what’s normal? I’m shy. I’m introverted. I don’t fuck about or chase anyone. People mistake my reserved nature for weakness.

“You’re the only person that doesn’t pry and push. You make it easy to relax, and you’re bright and funny, and I love spending time with you and I’ve wanted more from the first time we met and hung out but couldn’t do anything. I didn’t think you felt the same. You’re so forward but not with me.” He puffed out a breath.

My eyes latched onto his lips, and I moved closer to him. His hands went to my arms, and then my waist. I straddled his thighs and cupped his face, the bristly cut of his stubble against the softness of his skin was something else as I leant down and pressed my lips to his.

Soft and firm, he moved against me, almost hesitant. I licked his tongue, and he hummed and responded. Our tongues licked and played as he ran his hands over my back again as he found confidence.

I wasn’t prepared for this skill level, who am I kidding, I wasn’t ready for any of it. He was impressive. I leant back, we were both panting, and my lips were hot and tender.

“We shouldn’t rush.” His crotch pressed into me.

“Right. No rushing. Uh-huh.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long. I think about you, and every time I see you I try and work up to say something.” He smoothed my hair back.

I smiled and manoeuvred us so he lay flat, and I slowly worked my hands under his t-shirt and up his chest. “Tell me what you want.”

There was a second of doubt on his face. “Look, I think there are things about me you should know.”

“Okay.” Wary, I stayed still.

“I like it a certain way, but if it’s not for you, I’ll understand. I mean, I can try to… What I mean is that it’s not as easy without…” He sighed.

“What?”

“I like to be treated… rough. Used. I want to be hurt, and tied up, and all sorts.”

When I didn’t respond, he sat up and moved me off him.

It was the last thing I expected. “Wait.”

“It’s fine. It’s what happens. You mean so much to me, I wanted to be open. Never mind.”

“So like, proper filth. Like you see in porn. Chains, gags, whips, and all that?”

He nodded, head down.

“Thank you for telling me.”

He pressed his mouth into a line and shook his head, throwing his glasses onto the coffee table, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

I wanted to hold him and take his upset away. “I don’t know anything about it.”

“I won’t ask anything of you.”

“Shame, it could be fun.” My clit kicked up a pulse as I processed. I slid my hand across and ran my fingers over his.

A smile flickered onto his face as he faced me with a determined look, but it faded, and he lowered his eyes. “If you mean it, you have to be careful and learn about it. Talk about it. No sex yet. I want to make you come though, please.”

“Yes.” Oh my god. The way he said it with his face lowered, and soft please did something unheard of in me.  I wanted to take him. A strange animal need caught my breath.

He bit his lip and gave me a dirty wanting glance from under his lashes, causing a pulse in my clit so intense I nearly came.

“What would you like?”

“You riding my face.”

Lance was a dirty fuck. I grinned and scrambled up, lifted my dress off slowly, letting him see me, and shuffled my knickers off. The hunger on his face made me wetter. All the normal nerves or unease I’d have with a partner was absent. As I crawled over him, I wondered if this was why; I wanted to be in charge.

He guided me up, hands on my thighs. Eyes on my pussy. He swallowed, lips parted, and I felt his breath.

For a moment, I felt vulnerable, but he kissed the soft flesh of my hip as I settled my knees either side of his head.

Exposed, heart pounding, I braced my hands on the arm of the couch, holding my weight up.

The wetness seeped out of me. My face flushed. “Lance.”

He moaned as he lifted his chin and barely touched me with his tongue. The softest lick and hum sighed on my skin.

I shook as I moved forward and then back over his open mouth.

He laughed. Fucking chuckled. He ran his hands up to my bottom and squeezed before kissing my clit. Straight to it. No faffing. He sucked and tongued and played with it.

“Fuck.” I looked down, pulling away. I laughed in delight, but he slipped a finger into me. I stopped laughing and gasped. “Oh fuck yes.”

I rode his finger, and he added another. “Slowly. Go slowly,” he whispered as he kissed my clit again.

I did. I loved that he had this hidden away; a skill and knowledge of himself. Strange how much confidence there was even if he was supposed to be submissive. I rode his fingers impossibly slow as he crooked them. I hissed, relishing it. I kept resisting my orgasm because I didn’t want it to be over, I tensed and relaxed and tensed, shaking and moaning.

“Fuck, that’s it, come.” His voice reverberated through me as he said it into my pussy and I came.

It peaked in slow motion, rising to intensity I’d never felt and crashed into pleasure. I cried and bucked and rode his hand and face with abandon.

I slumped, slowing down again. Lance lifted me up – a moaning wreck – and set me down over him. He held me, gathered close and kissed my hair. I panted and clung tight. As I came back around, I looked up at him still licking his lips.

“Your turn. I want to please you.”

“You’re not obliged to do anything. I’m happy without going further.”

“I want your dick in my mouth if you want to put it there.” I paused. “Tell me what you want.”

“Grab me. Play rough. I like teeth. Meanness. Then cuddle after.” He tried to laugh.

“Do you ever get what you need?”

“Not so far.”

Well, he was going to right then. I needed to give him everything he wanted. I worked his clothes off, eyes and hands roving over his chest and down his lovely sexy body. I let my eyes go to his cock, he was nice, just right. It bobbed under my watch.

“What do you normally do?”

“Pretend.”

“Not with me.”

“Never.”

“Will you tell me if you don’t like it? Or you’re uncomfortable?”

“Red. I’ll say red.” His voice was desperate, and he went squirmy.

I settled between his legs. “You’re sexy as fuck.”

He blushed. “Thank you.”

I smelt him, yes, it’s weird, but it was that indefinable pheromone that sends bees into a frenzy or something. Like knowing there’s chocolate somewhere and you can’t rest until you get it.

I loved it. His skin had the lingering scent of clean laundry over it. Heady and sexy. I brushed my cheek on the coarse light hair on his thigh.

“Bites?”

Yes,” he said in a breath.

“Like this?” I bit his thigh.

Lance tensed. “Harder.”

I let him go and bit the softer flesh near his balls, but harder. I glanced up, and his eyes rolled back as he gripped the couch for dear life.

“Bite my cock.”

“To stop you coming?”

He nodded. His need and lust was gorgeous.

With a grin, I licked the tip of his cock, and then sucked with all the pent-up need I’d harboured for months. I was voracious as I went, licking and feeling his body.

“Oh yes, that’s it, like that.” His voice was strained. Body tense. “I can’t wait. I can’t.” He became desperate, bending his legs, trembling. I let him go.

I bared my teeth, turning my head and he hissed as I lightly and carefully pressed my teeth into his cock. The hiss became a cry.

“Don’t like it?” I asked as I let him go.

“I do, I do.” He said it over and over, so I did it again.

I sucked him hard, fast, deep and I hummed as I worked harder.

“Yes,” he shouted. I let him go. Biting him again.

“Fuck me.”

I sat up with feigned innocence. “You said not yet.” Waiting a moment for him to relax, I went again.

“Please, I can’t take it.”

I raised my brows as I bit him again. He’d say red. I licked his painfully red cock. “Lance?”

He groaned and jerked as I licked the wet tip. “I’m close.”

I sucked again, and he shook, stomach tightening, and I let him go and bit as he came. I’ve never heard a noise like it. Guttural and low, he splashed us in thick reams of cum. I immediately sucked him again, catching the last spurt. He started to soften as he heaved his chest for breath. We stared at each other.

“Okay?”

He swallowed.

“Was that not good? Not what you wanted?”

“In my life, I’ve never found it. In my fantasies, you were into it. But I never expected to actually experience it.”

The emotion in his voice brought tears to my eyes. I felt powerful doing that; I was cleansed and light. I licked a line of cum from his stomach and climbed up.

He licked it from my face, and we kissed, furiously grabbing at each other.

The titles of the film came up, and we jumped at the sudden volume and laughed.

Our naked bodies nestled close and the pleasant evening breeze brushed us. I grabbed a blanket, and we snuggled into each other. Little touches and kisses, sweet and perfect. We lost ourselves in an intimacy that was ours alone.

“That was the best. You’re the best.” He pressed little soft kisses on my bottom lip.

“I never knew, never thought I could feel so strong.” My heart clenched at the wonder in his eyes. I grinned as I nuzzled his neck.

This shy man was a hidden gem. Who knew what would follow, what joy of discovery my quiet, dirty fuck of a man would offer me, offer us both. I couldn’t wait to find out.

 

 

Rehearsal

I pressed a kiss to his lips, chains clinking in my hand – I loved that sound – and pushed him back against the wooden board with a target painted on I set up, and he bounced off it. The way he looked at me and grunted did all the right things.

Tall enough for me with a toned body, he made a pretty picture as I cuffed his wrists and stretched them out and up, securing a chain loop onto a hook each side of him. I had to use a step-stool to reach the top of the target though.

I did the same to his bare feet, so he was starfished against it. My favourite position.

“There, perfect.” Admiring him, standing on one hip, my heels pinched a little. This was a dress rehearsal for a performance, and I needed to get used to these shoes. I wore a very short black dress, but I didn’t think it was showy enough. It needed sequins.

He, on the other hand, looked hot. Skinny fit bondage trousers that accentuated everything below his waist. The tattoos that covered him and pierced nipples made him all the more alluring.

He watched me. I sauntered across our open plan living room to my little table and unfurled my leather roll. It wasn’t an ideal setup for this, but it was the only space we had big enough.

Throwing knives weren’t like ordinary knives. They’re dull, but finding the right ones had taken a while. These were metal handled, and a decent size with perfect balance. They allowed for more distance, and the noise they made was perfect for a crowd.

There were many levels of play for us, and this was one of many. I was, as always, the Mistress. In control. No matter what he wanted, I’d dish it out I saw fit. It was our agreement, but he did like to play at protest to air his frustration.

He’d get so carried away. But I’d never hurt him, not really. Always play and control.

If you’d asked me a few years ago if I’d be doing this, I’d say not a chance, but this was a high like no other. And the sex fiend in cuffs was worth it.

I picked up a blade and turned with flare to the imaginary audience, and focused on the target. He was panting already as I took deep centring breaths.

The abject lust and ravening need in his black eyes narrowed my focus as I drew in a slow breath.

With my hand steady and mind clear of everything other than him, practised skill took over my muscle memory as I threw the first knife.

It spun in a whisper and cut the wood behind him an inch from his ribs.

His eyes gleamed at the thud and jump of the target he was chained to. I took the second and threw it quickly, and it landed a few inches on the other side of his chest.

He fucking moaned, the little bitch.

I took the third and fourth blades and launched them one after the other, caging his hips. He flinched, and licked his lips, knowing what was next.

I picked up the next, turning it over in my fingers, making him wait before throwing, and it struck in the gap between his shoulder and head. He clenched, eying it. The other landing while he was distracted.

It was a bit close. He grinned, panting hard. His lips moved, but I didn’t hear what he said as I picked up the last blade. The way he looked at me would have been distracting but I kept my cool and threw it in calm focus. It struck between his thighs and he shouted.

I walked over. Turned out I threw pretty well in these heels.

I stood close and looked him over; his skin slick with sweat, I almost felt his heartbeat, and the heat that radiated off him was nuclear.

My hand grasped the metal handle of the knife between his thighs.

“Touch me.”

“We’re not fucking tomorrow night.”

“Then sate my need now.” His head strained forward to me.

I unwedged the knife and reached up. His mouth contorted into an open sneer. Always somewhere between angry and horny. Grinning, I licked his mouth, ran the blunt point up his stomach and chest, and up to his neck, scoring his stubble.

His eyelids flickered and pushed his head back. “Yes.”

“Hmm.” I let it go and released the two knives from the side of his head.

“Please.”

“That’s better. You’re wearing too many clothes.” I put all but one of the knives down.

“I’m only wearing these, and I’m kinda tied up here, sweetheart.”

I tapped the knife against his cheek. “Rude. Your manners are appaling. We need to remedy both your manners and clothes.” I undid his trousers, barely freeing his cock as inched them down as much as possible, exposing his hips and dick.

He was hard, hot, and squirming; The best sort of man.

I stroked him, and pulled a nipple into my mouth, clicking the bar on my teeth.

His face, a picture of ecstasy, always told me everything. I’d broken his defences and barriers down and knew his raw perverted truth and loved it.

I gave him everything, but I wasn’t nice. I let his cock go, and he frowned. I left him exposed as I got the rest of the knives.

“What are you doing?”

I smirked and went back to the table, I wiped my hands and the knives while he struggled. So dramatic.

“Hey.” He slammed his head back and everything clanked.

He knew better if he wanted my attention.

When he had his moment, and he was calmer, I turned to him. “Ready?”

I took a knife. I threw each one slowly, turning the knife in my hands, letting him watch, hard swallowing as sweat rolled down his body.

He pressed his eyes shut and braced as the two landed close to his head. He barely drew breath as the last knife sailed and thudded hard under his groin.

His cock twitched hard. The pleading want in his eyes as I went to him was delicious. He rested his head against the blade next to him.

“Please.”

“That’s better.” I pinched his chin and ran my nails under his neck and down his chest leaving marks.

I grasped him hard. He went rigid, pressing back and lips clamped shut.

I pulled the knife from under his crotch out and pressed it flat against his abs. The cold metal against hot skin forced a hiss from him as he looked down. With my free hand I stroked his cock, gently this time. Running my fingers all over, working the bead of moisture that seeped out of him.

His eyes fluttered, and I let him go. Furious eyes and a growl sent me a step back. I laughed as he raged. He calmed with ragged breath and narrowed his eyes at me.

“I think we should go again.”

He shook his head, in pain.

I pulled out the knives and all he could do was watch. He closed his eyes. I pressed a knife to his skin, softly drawing the blunt edge over his chest. He hissed.

“Do not look away from me.”

He opened his eyes with a dirty need on his face. “Yes Mistress.”

I tapped his cheek. “Good boy.”

I strode back. I wiped everything down again, making him wait.

He barely flinched as I threw again, but obeyed and kept his eyes on me.

When I’d pulled all the knives out again, I pulled up my dress. He licked his lips and moaned. I wore nothing underneath.

I couldn’t pull his trousers down with his legs spread like that, so I took a blade and needled it into the stitching of his trousers.

“No, fuck.” He held his breath as I managed to make a hole and tore the fabric and did the same to the other side, and worked them down a little more.

“There.” I grinned, letting the knife fall.

In my heels, I was tall enough for this, I pressed into him – his body virtually vibrating heat and want – and snaked my arm around his waist as I hitched my knee to his hip, so his cock pressed into my pussy.

“Fuck, please.”

I kissed his collarbone, the wet salt on my lips tasted of sex. “I’m not fucking you yet.”

He furrowed his brow as I glided my wet seam up the length of him, and a strangled sound cut the air.

“Keep breathing.”

He did, pained noises turned to pleading. I kept going, my thigh stretched, my legs taut, and his body slippery.

I used him, and he begged for more. The smooth run of his hard tip sliding in the right places built quickly but I made myself go slow. I dug my nails in as I came, crying out into his skin, my hips moving hard on him, I wobbled and nearly lost my balance, but held on.

He moaned as I let him go, looking down at his cock coated in my cum.

Calm and spent, I leant my forehead against his neck, and he kissed my head. I’d planned to throw again but I couldn’t. I pulled away and smiled, and relented to the painful need in his face. Cupping his jaw, I pressed a kiss to his lips.

My body ached and though jellified, I’d give him this. He deserved it.

I put my hands around his neck, locking them, and braced my arms on his shoulders. “Brace.”

He tensed.

I pulled myself up using all my strength and held on, keeping my eyes on his, and putting my legs around his hips, I used the pointed heel of my shoe for purchase and dug it into his arse cheek. He shouted.

Gripping his neck, I circled my hips, until his tip slid to my entrace. With my cheek to his, I held on. “Move.”

He grimaced. “Can’t.”

I stayed still and felt him twitching in need. Then he stuttered his hips up into me with no rhythm or finesse, but thrust as best he could. Holding my weight, the pull of my body around him must have been agony, and he shook with rigid strain.

It didn’t take long for the familiar roar and string of filth to erupt from him. It always made me laugh.

I got down quickly, and he slumped, moaning and panting hard as I turned, guiding back in as I bent over. I gave him the sweetest moments. The sensitive thrill of him coming not quite over, I moved back and forth on him, deep and easy from tip to base. He squirmed and struggled as I did. The chains clanking against the board. Such a fighter.

He went lax. I pulled off and undid him. With his hands free, he pulled me close and kissed me hard as his hand went between my legs, fingering all the cum.

“This is why I prefer you restrained.” I swatted him away. “Sated?”

“You’re a fucking tease. You didn’t even hit me with a knife this time.”

I rolled my eyes and dragged him to bathroom. “Let’s clean you up.”

He pouted. There was no pleasing some people. At least we were ready for our performance.