She was bent over the bed and I pinned her wrists behind her back in one hand, running the other over the thin fabric of her panties. I could feel how wet she was beneath them and the little gasp that escaped her throat when my hand made contact made me smile.
The sun poured through the big windows, casting her in a golden glow. She glanced over her shoulder at me, flashing her blue-green eyes through the strands of hair that partially covered her face as it spilled over her high cheekbones and pale skin. Her lips were pressed together as she waited and wanted.
"Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself," I said.
Her mouth turned up at the corners and parted slightly as I ran my fingers back and forth between her legs. She'd confessed to thinking about me a few days before while getting herself off, but I'd waited to ask her what she'd thought about until now, because I wanted to watch her tell me, to hear her voice when she gave me the details. I wanted her shyness and to watch the effort she puts into overcoming it to answer my questions in person, which I know is so much harder for her than it is via text message.
Her voice was barely a whisper as she gave me the details of a fantasy of being owned by me completely.
"What does that mean to you, to be owned by me?" I asked.
"I have no say," she said, struggling to keep her composure as my fingers slipped inside of her panties.
"No say in what? Be specific," I said, leaning in close.
"In where I go and what I do. In when I get to cum or touch myself. In what I get to wear." She said, her words quickening with each new item on the list.
"I thought about what it would be like for you to make all my decisions for me," she said.
"How did that make you feel," I asked.
"Scared, but free. Cared for. Used, and...loved" she said, struggling with the last word, her eyebrows knitting together, her eyes pressed tightly closed.
Her legs shook as she came close to coming; I wanted it to last so I slowed the rhythm of my hand. She told me about all the things that had run through her head that morning; I pulled her panties down and ran my hand over the warmth and the wetness between her legs, sending a new shiver that I watched travel from her hips to her knees. Her wrists still pinned in my hand I stood her up by the shoulders, turned her to face me, and pressed her back down on the bed. She kept her hands behind her, even though I'd let them go and I liked that.
I was already hard when I climbed onto the bed, lifting her with one arm beneath me into a better position, before slowly sliding my cock inside of her. She told me more things that she'd imagined while pushing herself against my cock to take it deep inside of her; she is a small woman and she struggled to do so. She was still for a moment as she got used to the feel and I moved, slowly at first, as she started whispering again. Words poured out of her in spurts of half-remembered imaginings about leather and metal and rope, about my hands, her hands, my mouth. The faster she spoke the harder we fucked and she came closer and closer to coming.
"I think about you and all your toys almost every time I touch myself lately" she confessed, her cheeks burning.
"About being leashed and gagged and following you around your apartment on my hands and knees like your pet and it's embarrassing to imagine doing that and it's embarrassing how bad I want it," she said
"More. I want more. Tell me all the things that you are scared of and want at the same time" I said, fucking her harder as she lifted her hips up, meeting me in a violent collision that made a primal sound fall out of her mouth.
"I keep thinking about you keeping me naked and locked in a hood and using me like a toy. Fucking me however you want, but it's not me. I'm not me. I'm just this thing that you use. I'm there just to be a hole for you to fuck and I don't have to think or feel, because I'm not me," she said.
I pushed her knees up against her chest and wrapped my arms around her, pinning her tightly beneath me. She pulled her hands from beneath her and gripped my shoulders, digging her fingers into them as I rocked my hips back and forth with my cock deep inside of her.
"Fuck fuck fuck" she rattled, on the verge.
