You had come home later than I, and in a rather forbidding mood. When you walked in the door, you pulled me up off the couch by the arm, shoved me against the wall and started kissing me hard on the mouth. It was painful, but just enough to love it. Leaving my lips, you bit your way down my neck, almost hard enough to draw blood, but not quite. I was already riding that line between pleasure and pain, this only served to heighten that. I could feel you hard against my stomach, and opened my mouth to ask what brought this on; you were usually far more gentle and loving. You actually growled at me and told me to shut up, kissing me again to ensure that I would. Then you dropped to my chest, and yanked my shirt open, and pulled my bra hard enough to actually break the hooks. You threw those on the floor, and pinned my arms above my head in one hand, bent your head to my breast, biting and sucking harder, which only served to arouse me more. You yanked a zip tie off your belt and tied my wrists together and started to pull me towards the bedroom.
We'd never gone this far in things like this, I'd always been able to extricate myself if I chose to. I was a little scared, but trust you that you would never truly hurt me. You sat me on the bed.
"Take my clothes off," you said.
"My hands are tied." I replied.
You said "Figure it out."
So I did the best I could, but as my hands were crossed, I had to wriggle them to face palm to palm which bit into my skin a little. You weren't gentle when you zipped that. After what seemed like forever, you pushed me back on the bed, so incredibly aroused at the slight pain you had caused, knowing you could cut the ties, and choosing not to. You yanked my jeans and panties off and tossed them in a pile on top of the clothes that you had made me fold. You made me keep my hands on my stomach, which pushed my breasts together. Straddling my chest you rubbed your cock over them, then across my lips, telling me to open my mouth, so I did...moving over it with my tongue, my lips and a low vibration from the back of my throat. You groaned and dropped a hand behind you down between my legs. I was already hot, and damp, and you started rubbing against my clit.