You walk through the door and into the house. You know he is around but all the lights are out and in the darkness, you can't see anything. Feeling your way around the house, you go through open doorways. You long to find a light but he warned of you turning one on and you dare not disobey him tonight of all nights. This is a one time thing, only for this night and this place and Him, and then you will go back to your normal life and never delve into this sort of thing again. The deal was tonight and he would do all things you dream about and then you would leave, nothing was to be held back, no limits, nothing but a safe word of "ducky" to save you. Which is why you are staggering through this house in the dark but you have been here before and, luckily, it's small; as you pass through the doorway to the bedroom, you feel him behind you. His arm goes around your waste and his other hand covers your mouth. You know it's him, the way he smells is very familiar to you. You attempt to ask something but his hand presses more firmly against your mouth making sure you can't speak. He picks you up and moves you forward, tossing you roughly onto the bed. He climbs on top of you, pinning you down to the bed with his body. You feel his hand at your throat as he strips you out of your clothes. The shirt is the first thing off, followed by the pants. As ordered you aren't wearing a bra or panties.
It is here that you start struggling. Your mind is racing and the second thoughts appear and suddenly this doesn't seem like the best idea. You push his hand away and try to roll off the bed. He catches you and holds onto you. His strength has always been greater and he pushes you across his lap. He wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls sharply back. It paralyzes you a moment with pain and then his hand comes down on your naked ass. It is but the first of many spanks he places on your ass. You lose count after 15 or so but still his hand slaps into your flesh. You bite you lip at first then clinch your jaw but in the end you whimper and moan as he spanks your ass. His hand slide off your ass and to your shame and a little thrill runs through you as the two of you, both realize how wet you are from the punishment you have just received. He fingers work along your slit as he pulls on your hair. You writhe and let out a little gasp of pleasure as he toys with your pussy.
It is not fair that he and this has this kind of power of you. To your shame, you have to admit that you really love it: the way he touches you, the way he owns you, the way he takes you, all is so hot.
He relentlessly teases you. You try to roll over and you try to find some way to turn the tables on him but over his lap and your hair being pulled is no way to gain the upper hand. Not to mention his fingers caressing the skin around your pussy and all the squirming you are doing.
He pulls you up and kisses you, fiercely. That numbing kind of kiss that always gets your hormones raging and tosses you into the chaos but damn he can kiss. He lays you back across the bed, still kissing you, distracting you. His hands roam across your body as you kiss, his fingers teasing and caressing your skin. To be honest, you melt. This is why you don't notice until it is too late and the first piece of rope or strap, you aren't sure, goes around your wrist. Breaking the kiss you look over at your wrist then back up at him. In the darkness you, barely, make out the rope and his face but you can almost feel that smug look on him. It drives you nuts and turns you on at the same time, that smile of his because it says he has you and you are his to toy with and take. Your other hand slaps him across the face; your attempt to wipe that smirk off of his face.
"Now, now," He says. Grabbing your free hand and slamming it to the bed. He quickly ties it and puts his hand around your throat.
Squeezing your throat and choking you ever so slightly as he does so he leans down and kisses then bites your lower lip. The pain is sweet and short, causing you to shiver a little with excitement. His hand slides along your throat up to your chin and he grips your face in his hand. Digging his fingers in slightly, he turns your face to the side and stares at your neck. You know what his plans are and you don't resist as he lowers his mouth to your neck. He bites down hard on the flesh of your neck working up and down on side of it. You moan and squirm as the pain and pleasure mix as he ravages your neck. He switches to the other side but instead of biting, he places soft kisses up and down your neck. He, slowly, kisses his way down your body; lips touching your nipples as he works his way past your breasts. You groan as he skips past your tight little pussy and goes down one thigh, his hands dragging across your skin as he goes lower and lower.
It comes as a little shock as you feel the first strap go around your ankle then the other. He pulls them tight, pinning your legs to the bed. You feel so helpless your arms are spread and your legs are spread wide for him. It makes your pussy drip knowing he can do anything to you and he probable will. His hands slide back up, stroking your inner thigh as they move until he reaches your pussy. Lightly, brushing across your clit as he teases your pussy and his mouth hovers over it. You can feel his breath on your cunt as he slowly and gently plays with you. You struggle against the restraints, not to get away but to bring his fingers inside you or his mouth. You can feel the wetness of your pussy sliding down because of his touch and also because of the helplessness you feel, the total loss of control.
He moves up to your face and kisses you fiercely as he pulls sharply on your hair, twisting your head to one side. He leans to your ear.
"Does my little fuck toy want something?" He asks you, quietly but firmly.
You moan in reply.
"I asked you a question little one, Does my little fuck toy want something," he asks again, his voice gruffer and with a hint of threat.
"Yes, sir, I want you to fuck me," You say to him.
"Not yet little one... not yet but better," He tells you.
He lets go of your hair and reaches over and pulls out a blindfold; with the utmost care, he places it over your head and eyes. The next thing you feel is his hard cock rubbing up against your pussy. The head slides along your slit, covering it with your wetness and rubbing some of his precum on you. You rock your hips a little trying to get it inside but he is more than ready for that as he pulls his cock away.
"Now, now, behave, I will take you when I want you, not when you do," He says, infuriatingly.
The bed shifts as he gets off of it and there is only silence for a bit. Your mind starts wondering what he is doing and what he is planning. It roams through ideas of what you would like and how things would feel. You lost in your reverie, a mixture of turning yourself on and helpless when a sharp bit of cold makes its presence known. You gasp as it works it way down your neck and you realize that it's an ice cube. You shiver and quiver as he circles each of your nipples with it and goes down your stomach. You strain against the ropes because of the cold and the excitement unsure if you really want to get away or just to guide his hand. You fail. His hand and the ice cube make strange, random patterns across your stomach. The ice cube leaves a trail of cool water across your skin and you gasp as he goes lower and lower. The ice cube reaches your pussy and he swirls it around your clit and then slides it down along your lips just, just barely pushing between them. It is all you can do not to scream in frustration and because of the coldness. The contact is just a little longer and then gone, the cube making its way down your inner thigh and down to your ankle then gone from your skin.
You shiver for a moment and then his tongue follows the trail of water back up. His mouth caressing your skin as his tongue glides over your thigh, then your pussy, across your stomach, around your nipples and to your neck. Once that is done, he kisses you passionately and scraps his teeth across your bottom lip. You respond trying to make the kiss last longer but he pulls away. Your blindfold is removed for a moment as he shows you what he will use on you next. It's his police baton. Black and wooden, an old school night stick; he holds it so you can see and then runs it along your chest. The wood is cool and slick as it slides over your skin and he brings it to rest against your throat. He pins your neck in the crook of it and undoes one of your bindings at a time. The baton never gives you an inch to escape. Once he is done untying you, he looks down at you.
"Roll over, slut and get on all fours," He commands, as he removes the stick from your neck.
You look up at him and, slowly and mockingly, get onto all fours. His had comes down with a sharp smack on your ass. You yelp and look back at him. He glares at you and ties down your ankles. Loosing the straps, just enough to reach your wrists, he finishes restraining you. Glancing at him with downcast eyes, you see him climbing onto the bed behind you. His baton slides along your spine as he brings it over your ass and slides it between your legs. He runs the length of it across your pussy, making you shiver with a touch of fear mixed with anticipation. The rather large end of it presses against your entrance, both your pussy and it covered with your juices. You not sure that will fit but you want it to as he pushes against you. Slowly, it slides in filling you up and making you cum a little as it does.
"mmmmmm...ooooooo...mmmmmm push that please hard," You moan and gasp out.
"Oh really? Someone is a naughty little slut tonight," He says, chuckling.
"MMMMhhhmmmm Uhuhhhuhhhh," You say, pushing against the baton.
