She was,... a difficult woman. She knew that. He knew it too..., and that is why she loved him and she could never let him go. But these days were not like they had been. He had betrayed her. He had hurt her so. He had let her down so badly she knew things could never be the same. The details of the insult were unimportant. Her days had become gray, her hopes gone, the passion she once felt had abandoned her... and yet she knew she still loved him, only she didn't know how. She hurt too badly, she felt insecure, like running away and hiding. She couldn't look at him. She didn't want to. Her hurt was so bad. She knew he was sorry, he told her over and over. He tried to explain, but her pain, a pain she had never known would not let her forgive him, would not let go of her. His apologies only disgusted her and made him seem less of the man she once craved so. And yet, that was the irony. She loved the pain.
She was his slave, he had made her such. He was the most beautiful man she had ever known. He was the hottest fuck she had ever had, completely confident that he could make her do whatever he wanted. She liked to fuck, she liked it more than most women. So did he. She came easily and often. Most men were afraid of that. He wasn't. She had an addictive personality. Once she found a sensation she liked she wanted more and more. He understood that and used it to control her and keep her under his control. She knew that was what she needed, a man who would control her and yet feed her addictions. She needed pain. She needed to feel. He would hurt her. He would hurt her in ways that would literally make her pussy leak its juices down her legs. She was a crazy bitch and he didn't mind one bit. He had that kind of empathy that allowed him to know just what she needed. Sometimes it was to be spanked across his knee. He knew just how to take his time and build up the pain. Sometimes it was to be tied in rope and teased and punished for his own amusement. He liked to watch her struggle in her bonds, whether it was from the pain of clamps on her nipples or the pleasure of his finger working on her special naughty spot he discovered just inside of her pussy. He had a sadistic streak and would make her suffer the for her pleasure, and his. He wasn't afraid of anything, not losing her, not pushing her too far or hurting her too much. He had exploited every sluttish desire she had ever had and had created a few more that, until he had performed them on her, she had found unpleasant. Yes, she was addicted to pain and to his cock. She was addicted to E-bay, the internet, and to tequila too. Her main addiction, however, was him, the others he would not let get out of hand. He had kept her under his control.
She felt lost now though. Like a small chick who had lost it's mother, running around trying to find the safety of the brood but unable to. She could no longer trust him and yet she knew she could not live without him.
She undressed and examined herself in the full length bedroom mirror. She no longer felt beautiful. She looked at the rings in each nipple and the large one just above her clit on her hairless pussy. They used to make her feel owned and proud to be his, a constant reminder that she wore them because he had commanded it . Not now though. They could be removed she thought. Then she turned and looked at her ass in the mirror. That could not be removed she thought. His initials, one letter of each he had branded on cheeks of her ass. She knew that would alway be there. She rubbed her fingers over them and tried to feel the excitement she once felt, the excitement of knowing this man was not afraid to mark her to make her his own. But it wasn't there. What would she do? She needed him so badly, she needed him to do the things he did to her, the things only he understood, but she could not make herself submit to those needs or to him. Briefly, she wondered if he was fucking someone else. He had before, but he told her he was going to, just to prove to her that she was his and he could do with her as he pleased. She understood that. A man who could fuck like him could not be expected to always be faithful. He was the master and it was she that was enslaved. Then, however, he still fucked her too. But not now. He seemed to sense she no longer possessed the passion she once had for him. She had in fact rejected his overtures, and since she no longer responded as before, his ardor had waned as well. But the thought of him fucking someone else made her mad on the inside now. Naked she went to the liquor cabinet and poured a shot of tequila. She drank it quickly and took the bottle back with her to the bathroom and drank some more as she took a long hot bath.
She settled in the hot soapy water and sipped her tequila. She heard the door unlock. She knew it was him coming home from work.
"Hey, it is just me."
She said nothing. Then she could hear the click of the heels of his shoes as he walked down the hardwood floor of the hall to their bedroom.
"There you are. How was your day?"
He looked at the tequila bottle and decided to leave her alone. She didn't answer anyway. He put down his stuff and changed into some pajama bottoms and went back to the to kitchen to eat. He knew she was still in a funk and decide to just leave her alone.
She got out of the bath finishing off one more shot of tequila. Then she walked wet, naked and barefoot to the kitchen where he was sitting as a small table.
"Hey you! You're wet."
He got up to get a clean towel from the kitchen cabinet. She walked over to him and stood in front of him.
"Yes, I am."
She grabbed his hand and put it between her legs. She panted as she humped his hand, her breasts heaving and her hips rocking on his fingers. She stared straight into his eyes as though she was challenging him to make her cum. He quickly and easily slipped his fingers inside her finding her naughty spot, her g-spot, working her into a frenzy. Then he took his other arm and pulled her close to him. She shuddered and came. He knew she would and her legs would be weak from it.
"Come on lets go to bed," she breathed.
She took his hand and led him quickly to the bedroom. Once there she spread out on the bed opening her legs directly in his view.
"Come her my pretty man," she told him. "Take off those pajamas. Let me see you before you fuck me."
He knew better than to ask questions. He was eager to have her back to her old self. His cock was hard and ready. She gazed at him and thought about how hot he made her just to look at him naked. He got on top of her. His cock slid in easily. She arched her back and groaned with pleasure wrapping her ankles around his legs, thrusting her hips to meet his. She used her finger nails and scratched his chest deeply, marking him. He noticed she had a wild look in her eyes.
"You better fuck me hard, fuck me dammit," she panted.
Very quickly she came again. Then she caught her breath.
"Stop for a minute. I want to ask you something," she said. "I want to do something different."
"Sure. What is it"
"I want you tied you to the bed."
He wondered why, but said okay. She had never expressed any desire to do this before. He rolled off of her on his back and she hopped up got some rope from the dresser drawer where he stored the toys he usually used on her.
"Put your wrist over your head."
He did. She tied them together and to the head of the antique iron bed. She had hoped that the orgasms would help to calm her, but she could feel the excitement returning. She could feel the twitching in the pit of her stomach... the way she used to feel it. She could feel again. She felt the excitement of a woman about to experience something she had long craved but was just now about to experience. She could feel her nipples stiffen, throbbing painfully. She leaned over him her tits dangling over his face. She took one in her hand and fed the nipple to his mouth.
"Where are your nipple rings?"
She ignored the question.
"Here, bite them, bite them hard make them hurt!"
He strained his head up to take the nipple in his mouth and he sucked hard biting it and pulling it.
"Bite them hard, make them hurt," she said sternly.
He did. He was not afraid to make it hurt. Then it occurred to him he was tied up.
She could feel the pain shoot through her nipple and into her womb, her clit growing, stiffening, her pussy leaking its juices. She felt wild and uninhibited. She was in control now and it was a rush. She straddled him taking his cock deep inside her. She took hold of the head board and lowered both breasts down to his face.
"Lick them, kiss them, suck'em baby, suck'em hard," she panted as her ass snapped down hard on his cock.
She liked the way she felt without the rings. He hadn't paid this kind of attention to her nipples in a long time. The rings had been in the way. He would pull them and clamp them, but what she really wanted was his mouth on them.
She came again. She raised up and looked at him. He looked back at her. She was glistening with sweat. Her skin shined. She looked strong now, not beaten down the way she had been. Her tits rose with each breath. She looked beautiful to him, her hips still slowly rocking on his cock. He could feel her juices running down his balls and between his legs.
"You can cum now baby."
"Can you untie me?"
"No, darling you have to do it like this... with me on top."
