It had been a long time in coming.
When she entered the room, the butterflies in Gwen's stomach were about to burst. It was dark, save for a few lonely candles on the nightstand, the curtains drawn on the thunderstorm and chill outside. The sound of thunder shook the house and she felt a knot in her stomach.
He was standing by the bed, shrouded in darkness that she could feel. As per instructions, she'd removed all of her clothes and stood now by the bed, wearing only her new black leather boots and a black bow-tie around her slender neck. Hair back in a pony tail, the fickle light danced off her skin, casting her shadow back against the dim room.
He came up behind her, slowly, her head not turning to look, her eyes closed out of a combination of fear and nerves. Gently, he took her wrists behind her and began to tie them together with what she could only guess was a scarf, silk by the feel of it. When he place another scarf over her eyes, Gwen's body started to shiver, despite the warmth from the heater.
For a moment, she stood beside the bed, feeling his eyes watching her. Admiring her or just wondering what to do next, she wasn't certain, but she had the distinct impression he'd planned this for ages, waiting for her to gather up the courage to agree. What she did, she did for love. And, she figured, she might even learn to enjoy it.
Gwen felt her lover's hands near her knees, fingertips on her skin just above her boot. He was pulling her legs apart and slowly she slid them wide, until he could run his hands up both of her thighs. It felt ticklish, but she suppressed the laugh for fear of what would happen, were she to speak out of turn. His hands began to slide dangerously close to her pussy, newly shaved for just this adventure. Soon, on her outer lips, she could feel the tips of two fingers, dancing along the yet-dry skin, threatening to slip inside. Sliding his hand further up, his palm found her pelvis and she began to shake a little as one finger slipped inside the lips, sliding along her clit...
The length of it slid, past her clit, brushing past her slit, all the way to the back of her crotch, just beneath her ass, before slithering back. She was dripping now, feeling the slick motion of his finger as it found her clit yet again and this time, began to rub gently.
Gwen could feel him stand up beside her, his legs straddling hers, his hand now inside her lips and firmly rubbing her clitoris in small circles. She wished she could see his face, but she could still feel his warmth against her body... and the hard tip of his penis pressing against her thigh. She felt it before she heard it, the question posed softly in her ear:
"Are you a dirty slut?"
She nodded slowly, trying to focus as her pelvis began to squirm.
"Say it." He whispered.
Without hesitation, she whispered back. "I am a dirty slut."
"Bend over," he said, pressing her back and gliding her face forward to the bed. With no arms and unable to see, Gwen was scared she'd fall face-first. Soon enough, her weight rested on the bed- her face had found a pillow and her ass now hung in the air behind her.
Gwen felt a soft touch on her thighs again, this time not a hand, but a feather. It brushed up her insides, along the back of her legs from boots to buttocks, the small of her back and up and down her spine. She began to squirm, but a hard smack to her ass ended that. Her face, buried in a pillow, began to contort, the feeling becoming stronger: vulnerable, submissive, aroused.
Her lover slipped the feather between her legs, brushing it's soft tip along her pussy lips as Gwen began to moan softly. She couldn't hold it in anymore and he allowed it, smelling how wet and turned on she was becoming. He knew the time was right, and pulled from the side of the bed a small vibrator, rubbing some lubricant, and placed it on top of Gwen's clitoris.
The toy was small and strong and loud. As he pressed it to her skin, Gwen felt little waves course through her pelvis, becoming stronger as he placed it right on her swollen clit. She began to breath harder, a sharp intake of air followed by a gasp, muffled by her favorite pillow. Instinctively, she started to buck her hips again before another quick smack slammed down on her ass, then another and again, until her bottom was as red as her face. Despite herself, Gwen liked it and with each punctuated slap, she was inching closer toward climax.
She was gasping now, her breathing softened by the bed so as to be barely discernible, as the rain threw itself against the dark windows. She strained her wrists, trying to struggle against the cloth that held them together, desperate to do... anything. Things only got worse when she felt one finger, then another slide into her slick pussy, curling downward and rubbing against her G-spot. She realized he was fingering her and vibrating her off, waiting for her to cum.
And after another minute, she did, the tips of her now hard nipples sliding along the cool sheets, her hips grinding against his hand, a scream stifled in her throat. As she started to blossom, waves of energy like electric fire spreading through her abdomen, she felt her lover bite down on her ass cheek, the pain only serving to heighten the sensations as she exploded.
As she finished, her body shaking, her clit starting to ache, Gwen expected the onslaught to cease. She was scared and a little surprised when her lover turned one toy off, and brought an even larger one to bear on her. This one fit snugly inside her welcome pussy, it's head inside twisting around and pulsating, two prongs in front massaging her clit again, causing her to bite down on the pillow for fear of screaming out loud. And then, she felt him slide a finger, still dripping with her own fluid from her orgasm, slowly and deeply into her ass.
It was too much. She knew she couldn't take it and vaguely she knew this was some kind of punishment for the months she'd spent, teasing and promising, always vowing to give this a try, but never making good on her promise. No rest, no mercy... she was going to get it.
Another orgasm ruptured through her body, this one she felt in her chest as the tingling warm sensation pumped through her blood and filled her. She wanted nothing more in life to be fucked, to feel her lover's cock pounding her from behind or on top, his hands around her neck. But she knew that wasn't about to happen either. The night was still young, after all.
As she lay panting, Gwen felt her head lift from the bed. She was being pulled up by her ponytail and she winced a little. Her blindfold was removed and standing upright, in the dim candlelight, she could see the face of her lover, but it wasn't the man she knew. A dark expression was there, full of anger and... a hint of sadistic glee.
"Do you want to be fucked?" He asked. Gwen could only nod, panting heavily.
"Then beg for it." He said, turning her and tossing her on the bed, hands still bound, on her back. Gwen felt limp and he guided her legs on to the sheets and knelt over her, his strong legs on either side of her, his stiff erection looming over her chest.
"Please fuck me." she said, pouting a little, starting to get into it. She yelped as he pinched down on one of her taut nipples, surprising her and scaring her a bit. The pain stung like hot wax and she glared at him, her eyes now filled with anger.
"Beg like you mean it, bitch!" He rasped.
Through gritted teeth and eyes wide with growing resentment, she spat back:
"Fuck me, please, fuck my pussy. Pound my pussy and shoot your sticky cum deep inside me."
He merely smirked and shook his head. Reaching beside her, he pulled a small bottle of lubricant and, releasing her nipple, coated her chest, taking special care to rub it all over her breasts.
She pulled at her restraints, the hint of a smile creeping out, but it was no use. He grabbed some of the lubricant off of her chest and began to stroke his shaft, peering down at her.
"You want this cock?"
Gwen nodded. "Give me your dick." More of a plea than a statement. Her lover bent down and gripped her chin, pressing her into the bed placing his face a few inches from hers. Looking her in the eye, still sliding his hand along his cock, he said,
"Once you earn it."
And with that, he moved back and set his cock between her tits, pressing them together. Gwen's chest was so slick that his member threatened to pop out of her breasts, but her lover kept it there, sliding up and down with furious motion that rocked the bed and Gwen struggled under the pressure. Her face shot daggers at his, but he merely blew her a kiss, and gave her a good squeeze on her breasts for fun.
For several long minutes, Gwen lay beneath her lover, being used like a rag doll. She decided to go along with it, making cute faces and winking, hoping that this would end soon and he'd get down to the business of fucking her properly. Her hope rose, then fell as he pulled his cock from her, then began to stroke himself off over her. With a soft moan, he released his seed all over her chest, and a few healthy spurts on her face, despite her best attempts to dodge them by turning her head. Cum drizzled down her cheek and the corner of her mouth and positively coated her breasts.
"Bastard!" she spat. Gwen did NOT like to be jizzed on and he knew that. Another quick yank of her hair silenced her.
"You said whatever I wanted."
She nodded, her face still death incarnate. She didn't know who was going to pay for what at this point. But she was quickly growing tired of being used and teased...
...like she had done to him, she quickly realized. The late nigh phone calls, the infuriating and graphic love letters, the x-rated pictures, the empty promises. Gwen wondered if his frustration knew limits.
Leaving her hands bound, he lifted himself off of her and tied her legs to either side of the bed, spreading them apart. He fiddled with something in the dark that she couldn't see and then she found the blindfold back on.
"What are you..." was all she could say, before she was gagged. Gwen started to protest, but she felt a finger to her mouth. A promise was a promise and she complied, despite whatever else she felt.
