Sean's Turn

"Get up."

She looked up at him, exhausted and covered in a film of sweat. He meant business. He stared down at her, unsmiling. His breathing was slow and measured.

"I will not ask you again."

She pulled herself up onto her feet. Her knees felt funny. Her legs felt heavy. Everything felt heavy. He took her by the shoulders and turned her around, embracing her. She leant back, grateful for the support. He caressed her skin, examining the contours of her body.

For a moment, she felt disappointment. He was going to be gentle. He was going to be kind.

He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it around a little and then pinched viciously.

She gasped and felt her knees buckle. He ran his hands over her body, tugging and pulling. Scratching and pinching. She leaned heavily against him.

He put his hand between her legs and pushed his fingers inside of her. She gasped at his roughness. She tried to move away from him but he pulled her back.

His fingers worked inside of her, pulling and stretching. Tears sprang up on her eyes.

He pushed her down on to the bed, her belly on the mattress and her legs hanging off the sides. The backs of her feet rubbed painfully against the carpet, trying to keep her balanced.

"You are so fucking wet, you know?"

She moaned gently.

He split her legs apart. Her legs, already tired, felt stretched to capacity. He entered her and she felt the familiar lust for him to fill her up. She pushed down greedily.

He grabbed her hair in his right hand and put his hand over her mouth with his left.

He pulled her head back and she closed her eyes tight.

"Don't you fucking dare come. You just take it."

She had every intention of obeying but she could feel her vagina contracting. She could feel the edge of a huge orgasm, exhausted as she was.

She was no longer aware of the pain in her feet or neck. She could no longer feel the tugging on her hair. All she could feel was him inside of her. They rocked together and then he stopped.

Her cry was muffled in his hand.

He pulled out of her entirely.

She crumpled on the floor.

She could hear him touching himself. She could hear his panting breath. She felt far away. It felt like she was floating above their bodies, looking on.

"Get up onto the bed now,"

She found her feet and pushed awkwardly up on to the mattress, lying on her front.

"Turn over,"

She lay on her back and opened her eyes. He kneeled between her legs and stroked her front.

"You almost came. You almost disobeyed me. We need to try something else, I think."

She nodded.

He slapped her breast hard and she gasped more in shock than pain.

He got off the bed and went to the chest of drawers.

He rummaged around and threw things onto the bed. She shivered, partly out of fear but also in greedy anticipation.

"I have some new toys for us today. I didn't tell you because I expect you would interpret them as a present."

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"This is for me, Helen. Not for you."

She smiled.

He pushed her to sit up and grabbed the first toy he had selected.

He blindfolded her and she felt the immediate sense of displacement. She felt completely blank, as if woken from a deep sleep.

"You're shaking."

She nodded.

He strapped a belt around her waist, tightly. She felt her wrists being buckled into straps attached at the front. She tested how far she could move her hands. She could feel the hairy bump of her mons pubis but no further. He slapped her hands but gently and she let her arms rest.

"I don't think you'll like this next one, actually. But we're going to use it."

He pushed her mouth open with his fingers and she could taste herself on them.

She felt cold metal being pressed into her mouth, forcing her teeth apart. Her mouth was wide open but she could feel that her tongue was exposed. It was some sort of dental device, hard and unforgiving. He tightened straps about her head.

She felt the drool creep down her cheeks.

He lay her back down and stood off of the bed.

She felt exposed and lonely, bound and presented in such a way.

"Last toy,"

He forced her legs open and strapped something around each of the ankles. She could not move her legs closer together.

She could feel his attention on her, appraising his work.

"You are now just an object. You are just a couple of fuckholes. You will not come. You will not react. I don't want to hear moaning or panting. You just have to take it. And when I am done, I am going to put you away like a doll."

The mattress shifted under his weight and he began to fuck her mouth. Completely unable to control his thrusting or her mouth, she felt only terror. The precum slipped down her throat, making her gag. He fucked her gently at first and then pressed into her more and more. She wanted to push him out but could not. She lay there, scared and humiliated. She felt a wild sense of excitement. She was being used for someone else's pleasure. She was giving her body unselfishly.

She gagged again and he stopped.

She really wanted to close her mouth and lick her lips.

He moved down the bed and began to fuck her again.

The urge to pant and moan and writhe was intolerable. She wanted to communicate her arousal and her lust. She wanted to struggle against him and test his strength and control. Instead she lay there, taking it.

The urge to come struck her again but she pushed it down and away. She tried to make herself like a statue, cold and impassive.

He became more energetic, thrusting harder and harder into her. She felt his penis contract and expand as he came. He moaned, so softly. He slowed down and then stopped altogether.

Usually they would lie, locked together. Usually, they switched to kissing and cuddling. She expected him to release her and lie with her for a while.

He sat up. She felt strange. Horny still but not desperate to come. He removed the spreader bar and put it aside. He picked her up like a bride to be taken over a threshold. He lay her down on the floor. The floor felt strange. Like plastic. He tucked her into it and folded it over her body. He zipped it up. It was snug, like a sleeping bag but very much tighter.

Her body was tightly swaddled, her eyes closed and her mouth cruelly forced open.

He pushed her under the bed and walked out of the room.

She could hear the sound of the shower.

She wondered how long he would keep her so restricted. She felt the heat from her clitoris extending up to her belly but had no way of satisfying it.

She felt used and objectified. She felt terrific.