Valentine's Day Fun

With a snap, the collar fastens around your neck. With a sigh, you let your inhibitions slough away. You no longer bear the burden of decision. Your sole purpose is submission. Your eyes close as you lower your head, your breath coming in deep, but shaky pulls.

With a firm, but gentle tug on your leash, you're brought back to reality. Led from the entryway of my hotel room, you're brought to a stop. Feeling my hand lift your chin, you obediently comply and raise your eyes to meet mine. Keeping your eyes on mine, my other hand goes to your jacket, shedding a layer of your protection from me.

You feel my hand depart your chin, allowing your eyes to cast down once more. This time, though, your face nuzzles into my neck as I envelop you in an embrace. You smile to yourself as you feel my heartbeat, the precise opposite of my countenance. The smile melts and your face slackens as you feel my breath at the nape of your neck.

As you feel lips, teeth, and tongue contact your flesh, you grab hold of my shoulders. Your mouth opens wide as you stifle a gasp, resulting in the emission of a helpless whimper. You feel as though you're losing your last shred of sense. You cling to it as tightly as you wish it would dissipate. You want to entrust your pleasure, well-being, and peace of mind to me. You're close, but you still can't let go. You can't trust me more than you trust yourself.

With a jerk, you're brought back from your thoughts. The leash suddenly pulled taut. Your head drawn back, exposing your neck to me fully. Your body tenses reflexively as I squeeze you close against me. My hands start to venture with a growing sense of urgency, roughly groping, squeezing handfuls of your luscious curves. You lift your leg across my body, complying with my hand as it passes under your thigh. My right hand pulls your pelvis tight against mine as my left hand grabs a fistful of your hair, right at the scalp, controlling your head as our lips crush together in a lustful kiss.

You experience a brief sense of weightlessness before you crash roughly onto the bed. Before you reach the apex of the first bounce, you see me bearing down on you, pushing you back from your bewildered, but otherwise stable seated position. A knee between yours and your legs are forced apart, allowing the hard protrusion at the front of my pants to directly contact the damp, heated area between y our legs. Our mouths press together yet more, our breaths shaky and shallow as we struggle to supply oxygen to our bloodstreams as quickly as it's being pumped.

Your resistance gives way another notch as I begin to grind against you, one hand under your shirt and bra, playing with your hard, yet delightfully silk-soft nipple, and the other hand in your hair, keeping you down on the bed. One particularly powerful, dragging grind evinces a moan from you as your head and eyes roll backwards.

rrriiiiip!

Dazed, you look down to see your bra, your shirt torn roughly 2/3 of the way down from the collar. Another snap as you stare and your breasts come into view, the parted halves of your bra laid wide. Your pussy twitches and creams as my mouth descends on the newly exposed flesh. You revel in the sensation of the tugs as I suck your nipple rings into my mouth and flick them around with my tongue. Then you feel the more rough sensation of my teeth edging side to side with your nipple pinched between them.

You dig your nails into my shoulders, panting wantonly as you feel your reason slipping from you. Then, it happens.

"No, stop! I can't go any further!"

"You mean you won't be able to stop if we go further."

You huff. "Yeah, that."

"So shut up and trust me, like you're supposed to. I know my limits."

"I can't."

"You can, and you will."

"But—"

Your protest is cut off as my hand claps over your throat. My body looms back over yours as our pelvises line up once again. Your mind reels as you hear my pants and moans uttered at the pleasure I'm getting from you as I grind forcibly against you, even as you struggle to breathe past the hand clamped on your neck.

With a gasp, and a flood of light-headedness as your body regains its oxygen, you find your hips gyrating against nothing. You look up, confused, to see me kneeling on the bed with your leash in my hand.

"Get up and turn over."

Moving a little sluggishly to sit upright against the dent in the bed, a sharp tug on your collar tells you to hurry up. You quickly scramble onto your hands and knees, facing away from me. With a brief tear, and a subsequent snap, the shredded remnants of your shirt and bra are cast aside, exposing your midsection to seventy-three degree temperature air that seems so very chilling in contrast to the blood coursing through your body. Then you feel me tugging at the front of your jeans, pulling the front edges away from one another as I slowly expose my favorite part of your body.

You grin widely to yourself as you hear my breath catch and shudder as your amazing ass is uncovered. A rough tug whips your knees out from underneath you as your pants are taken off you in one swift gesture. You turn to look over your shoulder to see my expression.

Smack!

A resounding spank on your right cheek keeps your head in the game as you gasp at the warm sting.

"So you want to look around, do you? Let's see what I can do about that."

You feel all other weight leave the bed as you stare straight down at the mattress, your shoulders down and your ass almost lewdly displayed. You hear the tear of Velcro and then your vision fades from you. Blindfolded, your world has become that much smaller and more beyond your control. More tearing... what now? Something rough and hard slides beneath the tops of your feet, and you feel the straps being fastened around your ankles. Then your arms are pulled down straight, in line with your ankles, and similarly strapped down. You wiggle your limbs as best you can, determining your situation, and quickly come to the conclusion that you're tied into a spreader bar, doggy-style, in nothing but your underwear.

Riiip!

So much for the underwear.

Your brain shoots with anxiety as you feel my hands on your completely bared hips. You want me to break the rules. You want me to fuck you hard and desperate. You're beyond calling a stop. You gasp as you feel hot breath over your newly bared pussy. You then feel a light touch, barely grazing your right lip. Then a kiss, full and moist, pressed against your thigh about midway up.

The kisses migrate all over your ass and thighs as the heat from your pussy emanates into the surrounding air, giving all its warmth to the cool air surrounding it. Then, finally, you feel it. One kiss, firmly pressed right into the center of your heat, it parts your lips and connects with your juicy pink flesh. You hear me inhale deeply as my lips stay in place for several seconds before pulling away.

And then, I start in earnest. Long, dragging licks, deep, forceful tongue-thrusts, wet, and sucking nibbles. Your pussy is tantalized, and you can't help but moan and exclaim at the pleasure seizing your body. You're nearly begging, continuously telling me never to stop. As you feel me pull away, you realize the mistake. Of course I'll stop once you ask for it, because I'm the one in charge.

The logic behind it doesn't make you feel any better as you whimper and whine at the disappointed and lonely sensation raging through your throbbing pussy. Then you feel my hands back in place. Then you feel something hard, and much larger than any tongue or fingers pressing into you. Then you feel my nose pressed up against you, my tongue pushing the object further inside you.

What the hell is that? You wonder, vaguely, as you clench the very welcome intruder. Then, with a click, you know what it is. Your legs shake violently against their restraints as the vibrating egg starts its powerful hum deep inside your pussy. You feel me press against you, laying parallel across your body. You barely manage to register that I'm no longer wearing a shirt or jeans, and the only thing separating me from fucking you is a soft pair of boxer shorts, and maybe my own willpower.

You feel my lips press against your shoulder at the same time as a hand descends the length of your body, between your legs. With the vibrations inside you already driving you wild, you feel the addition of my fingers rubbing across your clit. You scream in pleasure as my fingers, slick with your juices, blitz back and forth, sending you careening towards a violent orgasm.

It hits. Your toes curl, your nails dig into your palm, your entire torso convulses, and your pussy clenches the most-welcome intruder inside her velvety walls.

As the rush slowly subsides, you feel my kisses work further down your back, straight down your spine. Then, despite the lovely sensations filling you, you manage to get a little nervous, as my hands spread your cheeks apart.

Holy Shit.

You moan as you feel one long, dragging lick starting at the front end of your perineum and terminating on the far side of your asshole. The pleasure immediately throws all your inhibitions to the wayside as your hips buck as much as they can, restrained as you are. You chant a stream of obscenities as my hands dig deeply into your cheeks, bringing the occasional, cracking

down on your cheeks as I lick you feverishly.

You feel an endless stream of warm, slick wetness trailing down your thighs as my saliva mixes with your flowing juices. Then, you feel it. Bare flesh against yours, the length of my cock presses against the soaking line between your pussy and asshole.

"Oh, my shit! Please, fuck me!"

You say this again and again, to no avail, as I simply slide my dick up and down your slick hind end, refusing to venture inside you. What you do get, though, is your hands freed. Leaving one to stabilize you, the other immediately darts past your pussy to grab hold of my cock as it slides across your soaking skin. Eagerly, you point it at yourself and start to pull me towards you.

Smack!

A resounding, painful spank lands on your ass, quickly removing you from your eager, wanton state of mind. You pout for a moment before settling on placing your misbehaving hand on your clit, working yourself to another orgasm.

You hear my moans and obscenities start to echo yours as we both close in on our orgasms. My grinding against you grows erratic before I post myself up on one knee and one foot, pumping my dick in my hand. As my groan draws out, your orgasm hits. The waves of pleasure cause you to hump against the egg inside of you as hot strands of cum stream across your back.

Calming down, you hear a click and the egg quits working inside you. A clipped moan escapes you as its girth parts your lips on its way out, leaving you empty inside. You hear Velcro tearing as your ankles are freed and your sight returns. Next comes the feel of a towel cleaning the mess off of your back, ass, and thighs. After you've been fairly well wiped down, you roll to your side, taking the towel yourself and further tending to your throbbing pussy. Lastly, you feel a little tug and hear the

as your neck is freed from its collar.

You look at me as I lay down next to you with a glassy "thank you" in your eyes as you wiggle close to me, pressing my still-hard penis flat against my body to allow yourself to close tight against me. We hug, kiss, and cuddle, recovering from the intense fun from moments before.

"Happy Valentine's Day."