The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. I highly encourage reading the first part to the story before enjoying this one. While there is never violence or abuse in any of my stories, this one does explore the concept of sexual dominance and power play. Like me, the main character is a fiery ginger who sometimes likes it a little rough. Just remember, it's a fantasy and have fun reading. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne
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I put my hands on my hips and turned from side to side, gazing at my reflection in the dressing room mirror.
"Damn, girl," I said to myself looking at how my curves filled out the black bikini I was trying on, "you are so fucking hot."
I wasn't a narcissist or anything, but I did know what clothes to wear to look unbelievably sexy, and a swimsuit was something I could do really well.
This one was a black two piece with the bottoms making the curves of my large round ass stand out. The top was strapless and the kind that you could either undo in the back or pull off over your head. My rather large breasts were pushed up and together by the top, holding them snuggly as if they were being proudly presented to the world.
My long, naturally curly ginger hair fell about my shoulders and caressed the top of my breasts. I had the kind of pure, beautiful, and natural ginger color of which many women would be jealous. I would say that my hair was my best feature, but then my eyes were deep blue, my ass was round and firm, and my rack seemed to defy the laws of gravity. Guys never knew where to look.
...and I liked it that way.
It was a real power trip to leave guys completely speechless with my looks. I'm a strong willed person, and I had a little sadistic streak in me that loved to control men, especially with my looks.
Pulling out my phone, I took a selfie of myself in the bikini, purposely holding my phone up and angling it so that my cleavage was prominently displayed in the picture.
(click)
My boyfriend was somewhere in the department store, wandering around while I was trying on clothes. When I told him I was going swimsuit shopping today, he was very interested in coming with me.
"Ooooo, this is going to drive him out of his mind," I said to myself as I sent my boyfriend the selfie with the text "So, how would you like to see me wearing this?"
It had been about a month since he had fucked me for the first time in the swimming pool at his parent's house. He didn't even ask, he just got tired of waiting and took me...whether I wanted it or not.
I was furious with him for handcuffing me to the railing and treating my body as if it was his personal toy to play with. He groped me, spanked me, stripped me, used a powerful vibrator on me, and finally fucked me. The bastard even put metal clamps on my tits! He KNEW I couldn't do anything about it, and he sexually tortured me until I admitted that I was loving being dominated and forced to fuck against my will.
I can still remember how it felt every time his cock thrust inside me. It was so raw, so primal, and I couldn't stop him.
Over the past month, he's taken me several more times, always on his terms and in spite of any resistance from me. I'd protest, fight back, yell obscenities at him, and try to keep from coming so he wouldn't have the satisfaction of knowing that he was breaking my will.
He always won...and I both loved and hated him for it, because something in me really got turned on by the fight.
Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the dressing room door opening.
"Oh!" I whipped around to face the entrance, subconsciously covering my breasts even though I was wearing a bikini top.
It was my boyfriend.
"What the fuck are you doing?!?" I asked in as loud a whisper as I could manage.
"Well hello to you too," he responded sarcastically as he closed the door behind him and put his day bag down on the floor, "you're the one who asked if I wanted to see you wearing that."
"This is the LADIES dressing room!" I put my hands on my hips, "get the hell out!"
"Typical ginger girl," he said calmly, making no secret of staring at my rack, which was rising and falling hypnotically from my deep breathing, "you always over react to everything."
I narrowed my blue eyes at him. I always got fired up when that jerk dismissed my actions as just being needlessly emotional...partly because in some ways it was true.
"Fuck you," I fired back.
"Exactly what I had in mind, Keri," he responded while unzipping his day bag and pulling out a pair of metal handcuffs.
My jaw dropped as he held up the restraints with a masculine confidence that made me want to slap him.
"Oh no you don't," I pointed a finger at him sternly as he took a step towards me, "stay back."
He didn't.
"I said stay away!" Instinctively taking a step backwards, my ass bumped into the mirror of the tiny dressing room. There was nowhere to go.
I swallowed hard as he locked his eyes on mine. I knew that look, it was the one he gave when he wanted to assert his dominance over me.
I wasn't going to let him break me again, especially not in a public dressing room!
The sound of my deep breathing drew our attention to my large breasts, which were rising and falling captivatingly in my bikini top, the outline of my nipples already showing through the fabric.
"Dammit," I thought to myself as I looked down at my rack, angry at my tits for giving me away.
I glanced back up at him.
"Don't...you...dare..."
It was a pointless protest, and we both knew it.
He was going to fuck me...
...whether I wanted it or not.
"We're done playing games, Keri," he said grabbing a handful of my long ginger locks. Before I could react, he had spun me around to face the wall. To keep my balance, I instinctively put both my hands up against either side of the mirror.
Face to face with my own reflection, my deep blue eyes staring back at me, I made a promise with myself that I wasn't going to let him make me come this time. Whatever he was planning to do to my pussy, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of making me enjoy it. This defiant fiery ginger was determined NOT to come.
"Oh!" I gasped as I felt his entire body press up against me, his chest up against my back, and his hips directly behind mine. I could feel his massively hard cock through his trousers as it nudged up against my bikini bottoms.
"Shhhh," he whispered, placing his hands over my wrists, "keep your voice down, sweetie, or I'll have to gag you."
My eyes blazed at him through the reflection in the mirror.
"Don't you dare, you jerk," I whispered with as much volume as I could manage.
He just smiled slightly, amused at my protests. Whether I wanted him to fuck me or not, he knew I enjoyed the fight...
...and he got his kicks from breaking my will...
...that bastard.
Not this time.
"So Keri," he said taking one of my wrists and placing it behind both our backs, "have you ever been fucked in a dressing room before?"
When I heard the question, my pussy soaked itself. Surely he was bluffing. He had taken me several times before, but never in a public place.
"No, I haven't, dumbass," I said as if only an idiot would ask such a question, "you can get arrested doing that!"
