My dreams were filled with heat and pleasure beyond anything I had ever felt before. So intense that it woke me, slowly drawing me from the bliss of sleep and sweeping me away into a world of pure sensation.
"Oh god," I whimpered thrusting my hips upwards towards the source of pleasure.
I looked down and saw the top of a brown head buried between my thighs. I recognized that head slightly but I couldn't place it in my sleepy ecstasy dazed state.
"Wha- What are you doing?" I cried out breathlessly as I tried to move away from the figure.
Powerful arms wrapped around my thighs and rope that bound all four of my limbs to the bedpost, kept me right where I was; helpless, bound, defenseless to the onslaught.
But, his tongue found my clit and circled it slowly before giving it a few quick flicks. On their own accord, my traitorous hips jerked towards his mouth as a loud whine burst forth from my throat.
"Oh god... stop," I whimpered unconvincingly.
A finger pressed itself slowly into me, gleefully defying my meek protest. I hadn't realized how badly I had wanted something inside me until it was there.
No! I thought desperately. I don't want this! He's got to stop! This is wrong!
But, god... it felt so good and a part of me loved how wrong it was. The finger began to move, to curl until it found my G-Spot then the damn thing made sure to hit that sweet spot every time it moved in and out of me.
"No," I whined even as my toes curled with the need to move against that hand.
Another finger was added as that tormenting mouth sucked on my throbbing clit hard. I could feel my body begin to tingle... then tighten... then began to throb. I knew in an instant to my shame I going to cum.
"Oh god. Oh god," I whimpered unable to stop the pleasure as it burst through me.
"God, yes..." his voice whispered up to me from between my legs.
I knew that voice, I thought to my horror. For a minute, my mind stopped and tried to place it knowing that I should feel a bit of panic to hear it. But the moment was quickly gone when he added a third finger while his other hand reached around and began flicking my clit quickly, mercilessly.
"Cum, now," the voice demanded.
I lost control of my body... of my mind... of everything. My pussy clamped down on those thrusting fingers and the pleasure flared from my throbbing clit and spread like wildfire through my veins.
In an instant my hips were released and the bed depressed right before the man loomed over me. His hard cock rubbed against my stomach and my dazed eyes moved up from the impressive piece, up his cut chest to look into his eyes.
Shock and anger rolled through me as I instantly recognized him.
"You!" I cried angrily.
"Hello, kitten... miss me?"
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded, struggling against my restrains.
He bent down until his face was an inch away from mine. "Whatever the fuck I want to. You are mine tonight, love. And I am going to take advantage of every moment of it."
My pussy clinched at the lust I heard in his words, and the lust they invoked in me much to my horror. Oh god, I had been warned this was going to happen. I had been given away for the night to please and pleasure another Dom.
When the idea had been posed to me I had agreed to it eagerly. But to this man? Oh hell...Secretly, yes god yes, I wanted this man so badly. But I had never ever admitted it out loud to anyone. Mainly because this man was the epitome of everything I despised. There was not a soft bone in his body, he was a hard picky Master and I had always found his inability to bend a source of contention. And curiosity, but I had always been cautious to keep that to myself. Maybe out of fear, and in that fear, I found my anger and loathing towards him.
I could, of course, use my safe word and get out of this whole thing. I knew this man well enough to know he would obey it. But, I didn't want to. In the dark of night, with my body throbbing and wanting more, I didn't want to stop this suddenly. I wanted this man and everything he could give me. Not to mention I had promised my Sir that if I did this, I would give all of myself to the man or woman of his choosing and obey them as if I were their sub.
That was the deal and I wasn't going to back out now.
I allowed that to be the excuse for consenting to this and not the fact that I desired this man one iota.
"Yes, Sir," I whispered meekly giving in.
A look of surprise crossed his face a moment before a wide smile replaced it.
"Good girl," he whispered and took my mouth in a heated kiss.
His tongue plunged in and took over my own; rubbing it, stroking it, taking every heated moan into his own mouth. Pulling away, he reached above him producing a toy that vaguely resembled my own plug before pressing the end to my mouth.
"Suck it, sub," he demanded.
Obediently, I opened my mouth and took the large plug inside, sucked on it until it was dripping. Only when he was satisfied did he pulled away and crawled between my legs again then lifted my hips just slightly so he could get to my bottom.
The pressure and bite of pain that grew as he pressed the toy in to my tight back channel made my clit ache once more. Such a sweetly dirty act that I had always secretly loved, but rarely had the courage to ask for.
His finger swept up once more to find my clit giving it a few taps as he finished seating the toy. I felt him move the top just slightly a second before the thing sprang to life. The low vibrations radiated through my whole body sending it flaring to life once more.
"Oh god!" I cried out and strained against the bonds once more.
"Mmm... your Dom said you didn't really care for anal... I think he may be mistaken," he said thoughtfully before thumping the toy that was buried in my backside again.
Another loud cry broke free and he answered it with a chuckle, before reaching down beside the bed and pulling up a few more toys. These, however, I was very familiar with.
Clothes pins.
My own clothes pins if I remembered correctly. I bit my lip at the memory of the sweet pain of having those on my nipples. I loved my clothes pins. I loved the pain, the pleasure, the pressure that having those simple items on me brought.
My back arched toward him as much as I could, silently begging for the clips; desperate to feel them on me. With a smirk, he looked from my hardened nipples to the clips almost as if trying to decide how to use them. I knew better, however, he was purposely stalling knowing the anticipation would drive me crazy.
"Please," I pleaded helplessly.
He raised an eyebrow at my tone as much as at my words and didn't even attempt to move closer. With an inward groan, I struggled between my desire to demand what I wanted him and the need to beg. Swallowing my pride, I ceased my useless struggles and looked up at him.
"Please, Sir. Please put the clothes pins on my nipples," I asked for specifically what I wanted.
I was no newbie... You either asked specifically for what you wanted or you allow your Dom to decide for you. And I wasn't about to give this man that much of an option.
"Now... was that so hard, pet?" he asked sweetly.
Yes, damn it. it was really fucking hard. I whined to myself quietly not daring to say the words aloud and definitely not when I was this helpless to his will. Grasping one nipple in his fingers, he roughly pinched and pulled on it making sure it was hard enough to handle the tight clasp of the clothes pin. With a moan of pleasure and anticipation, I enjoyed his touch almost more than I would the toy.
My Dom was sweet and wonderful... but he was no sadist. He was most reluctant to deal the pain I really needed. Even in punishments, he wouldn't push me past HIS limits. But this man... god, he hurt me so sweetly... his rough grasp and pinching fingers thrilled me and left me gasping for more.
