I lie in wait, ever patient as the sands of time expertly erode the box I've held my desires in. My moves are practiced by now - crack the neck, stretch the arms, massage the shoulders. I've been perched at the gun scope for a long time, waiting for a worthy opponent. I was distracted before, but now I'm deadly focused. You've danced in front of the sight numerous times now, and I'm beginning to get very interested.
The well kept mask has been on a decline of steep disintegration. I'm almost ready to toss it off. Almost. But I'll only pull the trigger when your hand reaches the barrel. You're getting dangerously close.
It's been 3 weeks of taunting, edging. The only way I retain strength is knowing that it's just as delightfully torturous for you as it is for me. I crave the intimacy of seeing the depths of your depravity, and I feel the heat of your desire smooth the final welds of the box holding me together as they dissipate entirely; as though the box was only ever an idea, a breath of fresh mountain air floating past on the wind.
Your eyes flash as you clock that I'm fighting and failing to contain the longing in my gaze. A subtle grin dances across your lips as you slowly inch into my space, until my back is against the wall and you're pressed up against me. I feel the cool touch of your large, lightly calloused hand cup my face as you trace your fingers down and around my neck, bite it, and whisper in my ear, "do you feel it? Your mind quieting as you slip into the all encompassing urge to give into whatever I want to do to you? The shame building and subsiding in waves as you honor the fact that you want to be my ever so sweet, pliable fuck toy; a true, unabashed whore?"
Your left hand tightens around my throat as your right wraps around my waist to pull me closer to you still, silencing me with a deep kiss. I can't think, but I can feel your hard cock pressed into my stomach, and I know you can tell how wet I am from the fact that we're in public and your ear isn't full of flirtatious retorts.
You pull back. "We're going home so I can fuck you properly," you say out loud. I smile and roll my eyes, but can't help but bite my lip as I nod.
My hands paw absentmindedly at you as we make the drive back to your place. My resolve has toughened now that we're en route to indulge in our every fantasy, the edging about to cease as desire is fully realized. I want to give it to you, but I'm going to enjoy making you work for it. I dig into the depths of my strength to make it all the more satisfying when I finally tease power over to you, when I finally let go of the carefully kept control that I've held tight to.
You can't see my smile, but I know the power of my own seduction and just how much I'm going to enjoy sinking my teeth in and playing with you. But you might as well have read my mind, because the moment we're inside the four walls granting us privacy from the outside you world, you say -
"Finally. We're alone. You have a job to do. Your job is to seduce me. Make me want to tie you up, degrade you, hurt you. Strip for me, dance for me, and when you've been a good girl I'll put you on your knees and shove my cock down your throat."
No matter how distracted I am, this I can do. A wicked smile spreads across my lips.
"All this time you've known I was a stripper; I almost thought you'd never ask."
You smile.
"But first, I have something for you." You stand up and grab something from the side table.
"Chin up," you instruct, as you wrap a collar around my neck and buckle it in the back.
"Now, until I take it off you, you do what I tell you. Understood?"
I nod sweetly as I grab your finger and slide it in my mouth, sucking lightly as I push you back onto the chaise. I move to your neck and give you a few insistent bites before standing up to begin my work.
I tease my hips from side to side as I lock eyes with you. You're mine now, and we may be at your place, but I have the home field advantage. I slip the straps of my dress off my left shoulder and slide it down over my wrist, my fingers, and then off.
"Don't take your eyes off me," I say, enjoying the subtle uncertainty of the statement.
Are you allowed to break eye contact, or can you visually soak me up? Will I reprimand you or praise you for breaking away from my eyes? Oh, wait, who's in charge here? Because as much as I want to give up power, I always keep spares hidden in places you can't see. Can you find them all and strip me of them?
I free you from the uncertainty as I twirl around and slowly unbutton my dress, hips luxuriating to the music as I go. I turn my head enough to face you, hiding my ever more naked body from giving you full satisfaction. When I'm through undoing all the buttons, I turn to face you, still covered up, and saunter over.
"Look me in the eyes," I say as I come closer and sweetly lower myself onto your lap.
Only then do I let the dress fall, and grab your hands and bring them to my chest as I hold your gaze. You can feel me, but not see me. Not yet. I pull your hand down further and and slip your fingers into my underwear.
"Do you feel how wet you make me?" I whisper as I maneuver your fingers inside of me.
"Do you know how badly I crave for you to tie me up, degrade me, hurt me? I don't want to be able to have a coherent thought for days you have me so fucked in subspace. I want you to own me so thoroughly, so completely, that you forget there was ever a time you thought you couldn't have me any way you liked. That you were ever soft, cautious, or curious about anything other than how deeply you can break me. I want to look in the mirror and see a roadmap of the places you've pushed me to my limit."
And with that, I free your hand, and turn so my ass is pressed right up against your rock hard cock. You moan and wrap your hands around my hips and back up my chest.
"You really are a depraved whore," you say.
I sigh deeply as I whisper softly, "please, hurt me, I want you to make me afraid, hopeless. I need it. I trust you."
You groan before sinking your teeth into my neck, your left hand pins mine behind me as your right wraps around my throat. You drag me to the bed and push me back as you climb on top of me, chuckling, "I'm going to make you regret that."
You pull my arms above my head and lock them to the frame.
"But I think you'd like that too, you fucking whore."
Your hands reach for my underwear to strip them off as you notice the text.
"Cumslut, oh?" You pull them down and off as you grab a spreader bar and lock up my feet.
"Open your mouth," you say, shoving your fingers into my throat as you grab a ball gag.
"You realize this was dumb of you, that you're trapped, right?" You slip your fingers out and the gag in, securing it around the back.
"You're bound, gagged, tempting me with slutty underwear and begging me to hurt you. There's nothing you can do. Nowhere you can go. You belong to me until I decide I'm done with you, and there's nothing I won't do if it's what I want."
I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head as your hand whips across my face.
"Don't take your eyes off me, I want to see that cocky self assuredness drain from your eyes as I break you."
I moan involuntarily as I flicker between real life and subspace, control slipping through my fingers like euphoric sand, soft and pleasant and inviting. Warmth fills me as I sigh into being yours. To feel you rip through me, as cleansing as the fires of being reborn as the phoenix.
I feel your hand slip behind my head, your fingers running gently through my hair as you kiss me softly.
"Do you know how hard it makes me that you want this too, you don't know how much I've longed to torture you."
Your fingers tighten and pull my hair back roughly as I smile. Despite the gag, you see this and shake your head incredulously, delighted at just how much the mask has slipped, seeing the true core of us both. And with that you're turning the Hitachi on and holding it to me.
"Let's see how many times I can make you cum without my cock in your mouth" you say, making me instantly cum and my eyes roll back into my head.
I feel your hard slap as warm delight, and the sensations make me cum again.
"Look at me when I make you cum" you say as my eyes plead with you, unable to speak, drool pooling along my face as I moan in agonizing delight.
"There you are" your eyes flash, "Now I see you."
The Hitachi is pushing me to another realm as tears begin to fill my eyes.
"Hold my gaze and cum for me" you say as I feel myself soak the sheets and release decades of tears and shame and longing.
I don't want to let go of your eyes now, I need you, I need this, I need you to see me to my depths and give me everything I've ever wanted by taking exactly what's yours. What you've earned, what you've worked for. You were so delicate until now, so patient, so thoughtful. I don't want that anymore. You've won the game, luxuriate in your victory.
Before I've had a chance to come down from the heights, you've slipped a bigger toy inside of me with your left hand lightly fingering my clit.
"Now you're all mine," you say, and I hear a condom packet rip open as you slide it over your cock. The anticipation makes me cum again, but this time my gaze is locked on yours.
"Good girl," you whisper as you slowly start to fuck me.
"Say that I own you."
I struggle to repeat it with the ball gag lodged in my mouth.
"What was that?" you ask, fucking harder. "I didn't understand you."
I try again with slightly more success.
"Still didn't get that," you say, fucking me harder and more roughly. "Say it whore."
"You own me," I cry out as clearly as possible.
"Good, then you'll understand why I have to do this," you say, one hand shoved against my face as you fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked before.
I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure as you continue without stopping, without regard, filling me completely until I can barely breathe and until I think I can't stand it anymore and am about to beg you to stop. Only then, when you see how close you are to breaking me, do you cum, causing me to cum too. You bury yourself deep inside of me as I feel the full weight of you engulf me.
"Good girl," you smile, whispering in my ear.
You undo the ball gag and my restraints and pull me into your arms, softly stroking my hair.
"You are depraved" you purr as I nod, burying my face into your chest, sighing deeply.
"Do you know how much I needed that?" I ask, mask off, a quiet insistence, a need for the magnetic attraction between us to be spoken. The truth of being seen laid bare as an offering at the temple of you. You pull back slightly and kiss my forehead.
"I do now."
