Vivian and I were half-watching a movie on the couch, just decompressing from a long frustrating week. She was stroking my leg and my neck, nuzzling me with her head. I wrapped by arm around her and gently massaged her ass in that way I knew she liked.
At the same time, she seemed a little nervous. She had an air of trepidation about her like someone who had something to say but was working up the nerve to say it. Finally, she sat up, downed the rest of her wine and straddled my lap. I leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back. "Wait."
"What is it?"
"Tonight..." her voice trailed off for a moment. "I want it rough."
"Mmmm. Really?" I grinned, leaning in and nibbling her neck.
She pushed me back against the couch. "Like, scary rough. My safe word is pumpkin, nothing I say or do that does not include the word "pumpkin" should give you cause to stop."
"Okay. I can do that."
A brief smile flitted across her lips, equal parts evil and playful. "You sure of that?" she demanded, slapping me across the face in a defiant and challenging move. "I don't just want you to slap my ass a little bit. I want you to fuck me like you own me. Use me, degrade me. I want you to make me scream," as she continued her list of demands she kept shoving me in the chest and thrusting her hips into me. "If I tell you to stop, you go harder. I say "no" you fuck that word right out of my mouth. If I start to cry wipe my tears with your cock and make me taste them off of you."
The intensity of her request had set off a storm of emotions. Lust, obviously. Then bewilderment at the seemingly out-of-the-blue specificity of her desire. And I'd be lying if her shoving and slapping wasn't starting to piss me off a little bit.
"That is if you think you can do it." she said, suddenly adopting a patronizing baby talk voice that revved my anger up several more notches. "Or do you just want to make sweet gentle love to me like I'm a dainty little princess all the time, huh? Maybe you're the dainty little princess. Have you got what it takes to fucking break me?" She punctuated this last bit slashing her nails across my cheek and laughing when I checked to confirm that he had drawn a little blood.
That was it. I grabbed a fistful of hair with one hand and wrapped the other around her throat as I turned and pinned her under me on the couch. Suddenly her demeanor changed as she began back pedaling on her bold talk. "I was just playing! I was teasing, that's all."
I didn't hear any mention of pumpkin, and so I pushed further. "That's your thing isn't it. You like being a little prick tease? Well tonight, I'm taking everything you ever promised and more." I slid my hand from her throat to the top of her t-shirt. Still holding her down by the fistful of hair, I ripped her the front of the shirt off of her, revealing her round full breasts that were always such a source of pleasure for us both. I immediately took one nipple in my mouth sucking and nibbling until it was hard and red. The other I pinched roughly twisted slighting back and forth.
She let out a primal moan that turned to a scream as I bit down and pinched harder looking for actual pain. I let go and leaned back to look at my handiwork. Her nipples were erect and screaming red. Her body and cheeks a little flush. A slight sheen of sweating already glistening on her neck and belly.
My head swam with all the things I wanted to do to her. The obvious use of her mouth and pussy would have to wait. I wanted to keep her guessing, disoriented. Clearly she wanted to change things up a bit. Who was I to deny her?
I grabbed her by the back of the neck and sat her up on the couch. Still cradling her head in my hand, I started unbuckling by pants and pulled out my cock. She instinctively opened her mouth, expecting the face fucking that I would inevitably be giving her...later.
"Spit on your tits." I ordered her.
"What?" she asked, genuinely confused.
I slapped her lightly across the face for her questioning my instruction. "I am going to fuck your tits, and I would prefer not to chafe my cock while I do so. Now, spit on your chest or I'll do it for you." I finished undressing as she worked up a mouth of saliva and let it drool between her breasts.
I stepped closer to her. "Hands behind your back." She complied. I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them together around my cock as I started thrusting between them. "Look at me while I'm using you," I instructed. She looked up at me expectantly. "You're a good little fuck toy, you know that? So many way for me to use you."
Vivian must have been getting bored, because she swerved back to her earlier provoking tactics. "I could see why you like fucking my tits. No expectation of getting me off."
I popped my dick out from between her tits, and shoved it in her mouth to the hilt. I held my full length in, pressing against the back of her throat. "There's no expectation of making you cum when you suck my cock either. As a matter of fact, I never need to make you cum. I'm not the piece of fuckmeat. You are. I'm not here for your pleasure. You're here for mine." Vivian's eyes were starting to water and she was starting to gag and sputter for air at the same time. I pulled out, giving her a chance to breathe and drop the safe word if need be.
She didn't. Instead she looked me in the eyes and called me an asshole. I sat on the couch and dragged her across my knee. I laid a few hard swats across her ass, before grabbing at the seam of her satin pajama bottoms. I ripped the seam open wide enough to reach my hand in, slid my fingers between her legs and into her soaking wet cunt. She squirmed and clenched her legs with pleasure, but I was only there for some lube.
I brought my slick fingers back to her ass. "What about your asshole? Does it need some attention?"
"No. Please not that."
I started working a finger around her tight little pucker, applying pressure but not entering her just yet. She whimpered and moaned and squirmed. Finally, with my other hand, I pressed her face down into the couch. "Quit it. You're going to have something much bigger in there before the night is through." With that, I slipped my finger in and began pressing downward, applying a kind of pressure she had never felt before.
"Fuck!" she screamed. I slid my thumb down and began massaging her clit with circular motion. Her pleasure centers were being pinched from both sides, and I continued to apply steady undulating pressure to coincide with her grunts and moans. I could sense her building orgasm as she began rocking her hips, getting wetter, and hotter, and louder as I moved my fingers in and around her.
Just as I she was about to crest the wave, I pulled my hand away and shoved her off my lap and onto the floor. "Son of bitch!" she screamed.
"Aaaaw. What's the matter? Were you hoping to cum so quickly? Did I get you too close? Is that tight little cunt of yours aching for release?" The way her legs and pelvis were writhing and squirming I could tell that she was physically uncomfortable from the denial of her orgasm. Smiling, I leapt to the floor and ripped open the front seam of her pants, the satin legs now sheaths held together by the drawstring, but the crotch completely open.
She was visibly, soaking wet, glistening in the low light of the living room. I placed myself between her knees and spread her legs wide. As I slowly went to go down on her, I could feel the warmth emanating from her cunt a couple inches away. I froze there basking in her scent, her arousal, and her frustration. "I can feel how hot you are from here. You're a literal bitch in heat, aren't you?"
Her inarticulate whimpering reply suggested agreement, but also told me she didn't want to speak for fear of giving me a reason to further deny her release. I placed my arms over her thighs and grabbed her hips, pinning her down as I lowered my head to begin aggressive licking and sucking her. The moment my tongue swirled around her opening, she moaned. When I wrapped my lips around her throbbing clit she let out a ragged scream of pleasure. I sucked vigorously, swirling my tongue around her, building her back up, feeling her hips first rocking, then bucking, than madly thrusting beneath me.
As I felt her begin to peak once more, I pulled away eliciting an anguished scream as I did. Her desperate "Nooooooooo-" was cut short as I immediately slammed my cock into her. On the hardwood floor, there was no give or cushioning beneath us. I bottomed out hard enough to briefly knock the air from her lungs, as a result her first orgasmic scream was a raspy, jagged sound stuck in her throat as she convulsed beneath me and her nails dug into my back and shoulders.
I pounded into her for a few moments more. She was spasming and clenching around me harder and tighter than I could ever remember, but was wet enough that I could drive in and out of her with ease. She was delirious with stimulation, letting out a continuous stream of feral sounding whimpers and half screams. Each thrust seemed to be driving air from her lungs and fueling whatever noises her throat might make as her mind was somewhere else entirely.
"You were fucking made for this, weren't you?" Even in her far gone state she bobbed her head in affirmation. "You are on this planet to take my cock as hard and as deep as I'm willing to give it to you, aren't you?" More nodding. I slapped her across the face, trying to snap her from her orgasmic daze. "Say it. Tell me what you're good for."
