Summer with the Overtons was drawing to a close. It had been a whirlwind of learning many things about my major. Also, learning many things about how I liked to be fucked.
The summer was also full of rich people's things- parties, fancy dinners, and expensive clothes. The Overtons treated me lavishly.
I tried to keep my emotions separate. Compartmentalizing lust and love. Our sex was a transaction, one that could be intimate in the moment but with an understanding that there were no deeper feelings other than great friendship.
I did consider all of us friends. I had a wonderful time with the family outside of great sex. We talked, laughed, and had a lot in common. The things I had learned were invaluable and so was their friendship. The fucking was just the icing on the cake...
No plans were made or hinted at about an encounter. Karlee was out of the house and so were the boys. I was sure Erick was on business calls, so when I woke up Saturday morning I figured it would just be me.
But no, I woke up to Erick standing over me. I was startled at first, still somewhere between consciousness. I started to say good morning but was quickly silenced by a ball gag.
This was new.
I whimpered out of confusion as Erick picked me up out of bed, my tank top slipped up so that my tits were almost out. He carried me to his bedroom.
Once inside I noticed a contraption hanging from the ceiling. It seemed like a sex swing but with more straps. He sat me on my feet and swiftly pulled off my pajamas.
He noticed the look in my eyes. "I just wanted us to have some fun," he shot me an award-winning smile.
Over the months I had become fond of Erick. It was harder to separate my feelings for him. He was a genuinely good man who has a lot of plans to help his communities and surrounding ecosystems as much as possible with his money. But he also is quite a depraved lover. I see in his eyes that there are things he would like to do that he's unsure of.
And I want to do that for him. He makes me weak in the knees and I'm somewhat upset about it because I think he knows that he affects me so deeply.
He guided me to the bondage swing. He began to strap me in. I was hoisted in the air, my legs spread so that my whole anatomy was on display. My arms were tied behind my back. There was even a rope attached to my ponytail.
I wasn't scared, but I did feel a bit nervous being this immobile. I've never had my hands and legs tied at the same time.
"Look at you, a trophy, " he purred.
I felt so aroused in that moment and he knew it. He swiped a finger down my slit making me quiver. Drool had already begun to start from my mouth, which I didn't like very much but if that's what he wanted, that's what he got.
He walked over to his closet and produced a large black duffle bag. He opened it and began removing its contents onto the dresser top nearest us.
I began to get a little nervous when I saw what he was pulling out. Paddles, multiple clamps, a speculum, small metal rods, huge butt plugs, and finally, a taser. The pain was okay to a certain extent. I don't know how I feel about being shocked.
I know my face was harboring some kind of expression between fear and lust. Erick looked back at me and smiled, "Don't worry, Cami, I want to have fun with you. You've proven to me that you can handle these things. I know you. I think you're gonna love it."
He came over and rubbed my face. He ran his hand down my body and leaned into my ear, his breath giving me chill bumps, "You're such a good little slut. My little princess. I want to keep you forever."
I melted. This was not helping the compartmentalization. All I could do was moan and whimper. My pussy was already dripping with expectation, my mind racing, and my body warm.
He chose a butt plug, it wasn't extremely large, at least no bigger than his fist, so I was excited about this. He also picked up the paddle, which I wasn't excited about. I didn't mind being slapped around with his hand, but something about a leather paddle made me clench.
He put lube on his fingers and began to rub between my legs. Suddenly, he swatted me with the paddle on my inner thigh. It stung. I yelped and jumped which caused my hair to be pulled. I felt my eyes well up with tears.
"Oh baby, you're going to love it," he cooed, "but you can cry, I think I'd like that," he said as he hit me again near the same spot.
My thigh was stinging as he guided the butt plug into my asshole. I could feel it stretching out my ass, so that gave me something to focus on. That and Ericks face. He was still clothed which was annoying.
I looked at him with pleading eyes as he was kissing my pussy sensually. He would hit my inner thighs intermittently to associate the pain with a reward. I felt like one of Pavlov's dogs.
He hit me three consecutive times making me squeal and shake. Tears came out of my eyes from the stinging. He smiled deviously and wiped my eyes. He knew I wasn't going to stop him.
It had been at least 15 or more minutes of him eating me out and using the paddle on my thighs and ass. he finally took the ball gag out which surprised me.
"I wanted to make sure I could hear you say please and thank you," he stated. With this is hit my pussy with the paddle. I jumped and screamed which pulled my hair even more.
"Fuck, Erick, Jesus Christ!" I yelled with a hint of anger.
"If that's what you want me to be." he winked at me.
I wanted to wipe the saliva off my face. Being tied completely made me feel frustrated, "Will you wipe my face please?"
He turned to walk to the bathroom, "With your shirt." I demanded, stopping him. I managed a sly smile which brought him back to me.
He grabbed my cheeks with his hand, "You don't tell me what to do right now, slut, but since you asked so nicely I will."
I leveled my eyes at him with a smirk. Goddamn he could do anything to me and I'd let him, wouldn't I? He took his shirt off and wiped my face. I was happy to look at his toned, bronze body.
"I just want to see you, you know turn me on." I mused, feeding his ego.
He took off his jeans but left on his boxers. I could see his erect penis outlining the underwear. I wish I could touch him. He picked up the taser, it looked like a handheld metal detection wand. My body tensed. I didn't want it.
"Erick." I pleaded.
"You'll like it. If you don't play nice I'll gag you again." he winked at me as he grabbed the chain nipple clamps.
He attached the clamps to my nipples which hurt more than they should. The constant sensation was intense. I couldn't stop staring at the Taser. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I thought and I was just psyching myself out.
He took his underwear off releasing his erection. His head glistened with precum and he began rubbing the length of my slit with it, teasingly. I moaned in anticipation until he plunged his dick into my wanting hole making my moans louder.
"Please, sir. Please fuck me harder." I moaned. He began thrusting into me hard and fast, I loved feeling his huge cock reaching the deepest parts of me.
