I'm lying in bed, patiently waiting for Enby, when I receive their text: "I'm here. You'd better be naked and waiting for me, slut." I jump up from my bed, fully clothed, as a devious grin crosses my face. I have other plans for Enby.
They enter my dimly lit bedroom, eyes narrowing in a menacing look of displeasure when they see I have disobeyed them. I bite my lower lip, instantly hard when I think of my punishment to come. "Listen," Enby says, as they cross the room to me. "Just who do you think is in charge here?"
"Me," I bravely muster as I press my lips and body against Enby in a steamy kiss. I feel Enby's body soften ever so slightly before they harshly pull my hair and shove me down in my bed.
"Don't play games with me, slut. You will lose," they growl, as they grab my throat, their steely green eyes locked with mine. They lower their body atop mine, their grip on my neck tightening.
I lift my knee between Enby's legs and pivot them onto their back, registering their look of surprise from above. Without hesitation, I smile and drive my teeth sharply into Enby's neck as they quickly inhale their warm breath. "Are they submitting to me?" I wonder.
Enby pulls my hair much harder this time and I gasp as they leverage my pain to reposition me, my belly flat against my bed as they peel off my clothes. "You will stay where I put you, toy," they command, as they remove their rope from their bag and begin to restrain my wrists against my metal headboard.
I feel Enby's teeth sink into my right shoulder as I grow wetter by the minute. They clench their fists and repeatedly punch me as they admonish me for my non-compliance. My head begins to float while I imagine the colors and patterns of the bruises Enby is leaving on my canvas.
Suddenly, the punching stops and I writhe against the tight rope around my wrists as I wonder about the surprising silence. I jump when I hear a flick of a lighter, arching my back and moaning as Enby drips hot wax on my inner thigh. My clit gets harder and I murmur, "Please, Enby," as I feel them dribble more wax on my other thigh.
"Please, what, whore? Be specific," they bark while dripping more hot wax onto my lower back.
"Please, Enby, I need your hands inside me," I sweetly purr, hoping my politeness impressed them enough to oblige my lust.
"You have behaved very, very badly, slut," Enby hisses as they begin punching me again. I continue begging, desperate for the release of orgasm.
I jump as I feel Enby plunge a single nail polish chipped finger into my slippery cunt. "Beg for the rest," they demand. "Please, please, Enby," I moan, "Please fuck my hungry cunt with your whole hand."
I position myself on my hands and knees, wrists still firmly restrained to the headboard, as Enby pounds the rest of their fingers inside me. I greedily rock my hips back to meet their arm, matching their rhythm. "You're such a thirsty slut," they exclaim, repeatedly filling my hole with their hand as I puff low, guttural moans in time with their pace.
I feel the swell of nearing orgasm, but I know better than to cum without Enby's approval, so I bite my lower lip to stave off my release. "Enby," I purr, as they continue to pound me. "Please may I cum on your hand?"
"No," they firmly command. I bite my lip harder until I taste blood.