My arms were tied above my head. My legs were spread wide. I lay naked and exposed for him to do as he pleased. I was alone in our room waiting, just waiting. For him, of course. I had done something wrong, disobeyed his orders, not necessarily on purpose, but I did know it was wrong.
I had left my phone at home by accident, but called him as soon as I got to work to let him know. That, he was fine with. It was when I decided to go out for a drink with my coworker and old college friend, Sabrina, that things got a little far from what I was allowed to do.
See, when Sabrina and I would get together in a bar, we'd try our best to empty it out. It'd been like that since we met, and it never ended positively, which was why it was on the 'Do Not Do' list. I didn't think about it, at that moment, that he would be waiting at home for me since I didn't have my phone. I was just thinking of how tired I was, and how good a margarita sounded. We called an Uber from work, leaving our cars in the parking lot, and headed towards the bar Sabrina had been raving about for months.
I didn't remember much from the night after ordering a second margarita. I'm sure we danced a bit, we always danced, but not much else. I was not even sure how I got home. I just woke up, tied to my bed, with serious dry mouth and serious regret. I'd been in this position for what felt like hours. My arms had gone numb in their position, and I was starting to get restless. I knew he was in the house, I could hear him in the kitchen just making noise so that I would know he was there. I was just going to go back to sleep. It was not the first time I'd slept in this position, and it wouldn't be the last. I rested my head on the pillow below me and drifted off.
I felt something, or someone, standing over me, and I slowly opened my eyes to see David standing over me. His dark brown eyes staring right into mine. His strong jaw locked into place, and his plump lips in a straight frown, the one he did when was disappointed. Shit. I was in for it.
I gave him a smile, and tried to give him puppy-dog eyes, but he just shook his head. He sat next to me on the bed, and leaned across my torso so he was eye to eye with me, without touching a single part of me.
"Good afternoon, Mia. Now that you're finally awake from your night of binging, you can explain to me what happened." His voice was tight but soft. He was pissed, but was still trying to give me a chance to tell him myself to lessen the blow.
I was still groggy and to talk about what I couldn't even remember seemed daunting. I knew if I said nothing, it would just make things worse, but to say anything was just as annoying. I hadn't seen Angry David in a while, maybe bringing him out would be a fun way to start the weekend. Just the thought of him going rough on me made my pussy tingle. Pain was a type of pleasure too, wasn't it?
"Since you already seem to know, what's the point in spelling it out?" I said, with a bit of a bite in my words. I looked him square in the eyes and watched as they darkened with anger. I had to hold back a smile of victory because even though I was teasing him, I didn't want to push too far.
He cocked his eyebrow and leaned closer to me, our lips almost touching. I could feel his breath cascading over my lips, as he breathed, trying to control his anger.
"Try again," he whispered into my mouth, and for a moment, I reveled in the smell of his freshly brushed teeth. I wanted to lean up and kiss him, but stopped myself.
Instead, I placed a smug smile on my face and whispered back, "Not a chance."
Before I could even blink again, he was on top of me. His right hand was wrapped in my hair and the other was around my neck. The shock caught in my throat, as his grip with both hands increased. I felt my vision begin to shake and could stop the chuckle from escaping.
"God, you're such a slut," David said, loosening his grip on my throat, letting air refill my lungs. He moved his hand to my chest. His dull nails were scratching my skin until he reached my tits. He went straight for the nipple, pinching and pulling until they stood up straight towards the ceiling.
I moaned at the treatment, licking my lips at the pleasure his fingers were giving me. "I like it when you touch me like that," I moaned again, sticking my chest out more for him to play with.
"It's so hard to punish a whore," he smirked, and pulled my nipple again. "She enjoys all the bad things I do to her--"
"Even my little cunt is dripping," I interrupted, and he dropped his hands from my body, and moved from the bed. I could still feel the warmth where his hands had been on me. I reveled in it, knowing I wouldn't feel it much for the rest of the day.
He came back with his favorite toy-- the 'O' gag. I called it his favorite because it would stop me from making coherent sentences, and turn my mouth into a drooling hole for him to fuck.
I had no complaints.
I opened my mouth, in anticipation, as he came closer.
"What do you do when this is in your mouth?" His voice was serious, and he moved the few stray hairs off of my face. Having him worry about me made me even more excited for him to destroy me.
I turned my head to the right and shook it three times. It was our safe action for when my mouth was occupied. He nodded, and I opened my mouth again. He placed the ring in my mouth and placed the strap behind my head, the ring pulling my lips back and my mouth open. I couldn't stop the laughter from exiting my mouth. I was so giddy to be used by him.
David stood over me, his cock already hard. He always played like he hated me disobeying, but he loved it as much as I did. Stroking his length, slowly lathering his thick cock in the dripping pre-cum that was about to coat my mouth. I was already drooling, my mouth ready for this treat.
"I can see that eager look in your eye, you little brat," he said, moving closer, lining up his cock with my open mouth. "You better make me cum."
