"Fucking dick!" He cursed at her, "I'm going to fucking kill you! Who the fuck do you think you-"
He was cut off, her hands had finally found the place to squeeze. The blood flow was stopped, his throat constricted, her hands pressing into the veins. As they did she stared him down, her brown eyes locked with is green ones, all full of anger, neither daring blink. She waited for him to react, to struggle, to choke and break. But he didn't, his eyes were unusually cool, his expression unbothered. She squeezed harder, pressing her fingers into the flesh, but all he did was smile. That damn cheeky smile, he couldn't help but show it when he was causing mischief. Tighter still she squeezed, desperate to see a reaction, to know she had beaten him, and finally she saw it. His face flushed red, his mouth gaped open and his eyes grew wide. He spluttered, gasped; she had found the spot. Grace continued to stare into his eyes, determination growing on her face as desperation did on his. She held him there, choking him, for a long moment, until he began to splutter. His lungs were burning, his mind panicking, his vision blurring as the oxygen reserves in his brain ran out. Finally, she released him, and a long, deep gasp restocked his lungs. His chest heaved as she sat on him, grinning, pleased with her work.
"Fuck you." He cursed, his voice full of anger.
"Oh, did you not like that?" She teased, a cheeky smile growing on her lips to match the one she'd just wiped off of his. She loved having him like this, getting her own back, exacting revenge.
"Fuck you. Cunt." He repeated, even angrier than before. His deep, growling voice was threatening, even when he was immobilised, and his words sent a shiver of fear, and excitement, up her spine.
With a deep breath, she regained her composure, and teased him, "Awww, poor boy. Such a shame you didn't like that. But that's no way to talk to me, I'll have to do something about that." With that, she climbed slowly off him, off the bed, and stood at his side seductively. His eyes followed her every move, admiring every inch of her body. Even first thing in the morning, with no makeup and wearing just a dressing gown, she was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen.
"Stay there," she giggled, laughing as he gave the cuffs a frustrated tug. Swinging her hips she walked out of the room, turning to give him a wink as she disappeared through the door.
He heard her opening drawers and cupboards in the kitchen, although he knew not why. But he saw his chance to work at the restraints. The cuffs cut into his wrists as he struggled against them, but with a lot of wriggling and a little luck, he managed to position them so that his thumb could reach the latch, and release one hand. Just as he did though Grace reappeared in the door, and he quickly acted as if he was still tied securely, as she slinked back over the room, taking her time, swinging her hips, watching his every move as he watched hers. Slowly she straddled him again, and he saw what she had been looking for: in her hand was a roll of duct tape, the shiny black material glistening in the dull morning light. The sound of tape begin unravelled shocked Alex, but before he could say anything in protest Grace stuck it over his lips.
"Now," she teased, "you can sit there, nice and still and quiet, like a good boy, and I can do aaanyyything I want. So I'm gonna cum, and there's nothing you can do about it." His curses were muffled by the tape over his mouth, but even so, she could tell how mad he was. He resisted the urge to reveal that he had freed one hand already though, he was looking forward to seeing what she would do.
He didn't have to wait long, straight away she untied the waist of her covering, and let it fall away from her shoulders.
"Ooh," she giggled, as she let it slip further, revealing her perfect round breasts, feeling him grow excited as he watched. "Oh, do you want this?" She asked him, "do you wanna touch me? Tease me? Fuck me? Such a shame you can't do any of those things right now... But I can." As she talked she let the gown fall off fully, the soft material landing in a pile on his legs. Without breaking eye contact she licked the tips of her fingers and traced them down her body. She started at her chin and drew a line down her neck, and over her collarbones. Then down to her breasts, teasing her nipples and shivering with excitement as she did. She was looking forward to this, to spoiling his game, getting to cum and making him watch her do it all to herself. Her hands continued down her body, over her stomach to between her legs, and sparks followed. His games had made her so needy, so desperate. Lightning shot through her whole body as her fingertip reached her aching, sensitive clit. Her mind was flooded with thoughts of everything they had done together as she began to play with herself, she thought of the things he said to her, the things he did to her, the way his cock felt inside her. She wanted it, now, she wanted to be filled by it, fucked by him, but she knew that he wouldn't grant her what she needed. She could see him staring, growing more and more excited, more and more turned on as she played with herself, one hand between her legs and the other squeezing her breasts or her throat. It felt so good, her denial from last night had driven her crazy, and already she was moaning softly. His struggles beneath her made it all the better. Faster she rubbed, subconsciously grinding herself against him as she did. She could feel him rock hard beneath her, and she knew that he was going mad. Grace's cheeks were flushing as her heart beat hard, and her breathing grew faster. With every moment her hand worked faster, sending more sparks through her limbs, adding more fuel to the fire inside her, she was close. And the closer she got, the madder Alex did, with his free hand, which he had been pretending was still cuffed, he fumbled to undo the other wrist. As her eyes closed for a moment in pleasure he saw his chance and flicked the catch open, and the cuffs fell off.
Anger flooded his mind, every moment of this was driving him crazy.
"Fuck," she moaned, her back began to arch. She was close, she was so needy and sensitive that even the light touch was working magic on her already. "Fuck," she repeated, her parted lips forming into an evil smile, "I'm gonna cum, and there's nothing you can do about it boy, I'm gonna... Very soon... Ohhh."
Finally, he snapped. His now free hands darted from the bedframe to her throat, catching her by complete surprise. She squealed loudly as his hands slammed into her, pushing her over onto her back with a thud. As one held her there by the neck, the other ripped the tape from his mouth, stinging his whole face enough to make him grunt as it came free.
"You dumb fucking bitch" he called her, pressing down harder on her throat and watching her eyes fill with panic as he did. The pleasure had drained from her mind, replaced by fear, and shock. The fright of him getting free had scared every other thought from her brain. All she could concentrate on now was him: the feeling of his hands on her neck, the look of anger in his eyes, the sound of his sharp, growling breaths.
"Please... Fuck..." She begged, all hints of dominance gone, "I... I didn't... I didn't cum... I promise... I just, I want to so bad. You're so mean and cruel and, and, and..." her stuttering turned to spluttering as his grip tightened. His strong hands dug in, they knew just where to press, just how to hold her. She was his, her whole body wanted to be his, to obey. Subconsciously her hands clawed at his, trying to pull his fingers from her neck, trying to let air through, but it was no good, he was too strong. But then suddenly the grip released. Her throat burned and ached as she gasped for air. But he hadn't turned generous, he was not kind, he had released his grip to free his hands for something else: without pause, he drew back and slapped her hard across the face, with his right hand and then his left. The impact felt like a freight train, his muscles strengthened by anger, his mind alight with rage. The hits stung like nothing else, immediately her cheeks burned hot, bright red. Grace's eyes filled with tears, and her brain with fear. Nobody had ever hit her face like that.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She squealed, terrified.
"Oh, you're fucking sorry?" He shouted back, "no. Not fucking yet you're not, cunt."
"No, no, I am. I'm sorry, I'm sorry sir, please, please, no more, no more. I can't take it, I... Please." She pleaded as tears ran down her cheeks. What more could he do to her, how far would he push? She didn't know, but she didn't doubt that he would push her to her safeword without so much as a blink.
"Get on the fucking floor" Alex demanded, pointing to the rug by the bed. Cowering, Grace did as she was told, slumping down onto the hardwood, and crawling to the rug. She sat there, nursing her fiery cheeks, unable to look at anything but the ground as Alex undid the clasps at his feet. She couldn't help but curl into a protective ball as he stormed towards her; fear filled her body, but with it was excitement. Teasing him like that was like dancing with a tiger, she knew it was stupid, she knew she'd get hurt, but the adrenaline rush was like nothing else. The adrenaline pumped harder than ever now, as he stood over her.
