Breathlessly, she pushes back onto him, on her hands and knees, eyes screwed shut, on the verge of orgasm for the who-cares-fuck-me'th time...
He grimaces with effort as he slams his cock into her, sweat dripping into his eyes, fingernails digging into her hips and he pulls her hard onto him, revelling in the moans, yips and gasps as he takes her to that place where she can't stop cumming.
As he feels his sap rising, he pulls away, throwing himself to the bed, gasping for breath, waiting for the throbbing to subside a little, hyper aware of her still on hands and knees, her mottled red and black bruised and welted arse high, waiting for him to put it back in and fuck her some more, but he has other ideas.
They've played hard for months and they've talked, in those quiet times with her snivelling on his lap, about what they want from this. She's mused on how far she could go, how good it feels to let him be in control...but something always feels incomplete to him, and he suspects she knows it too. There's one step to go. He's ready, right now, to take it. The difference this time is he doesn't care if she's ready too...
"Baby...come on...fuck me again....I need you inside me"
He doesn't answer, steadying his breath, just lying there, solidifying plans and wiping sweat away, enjoying the animal scent of their fucking, smiling at the thought of what he's about to do.
"I want to tie you up"
She sprawls, arching her back, crawling around to face him and heading for his lap, wanting to suck their combined juices from him. Instead of letting her, though, he holds her head with one hand and pushes it down to the bed.
"I'm going to tie you up. Now"
She moans with lust, writhing, trying to extract her head from under his hand. He considers telling her to assume the position - hands behind back, ankles together - but then dismisses the idea. It's highly unlikely she'd obey anyway. She only follows orders when she wants to. It's been a bone of contention and a reason for many of her canings since they began.
In many ways, she's dictated, or at least guided the development of their play, and their growing relationship. He has reached the point now where it has to end. And it ends tonight. He's supposed ot be the one in charge, dammit, and he's spent many a night recently kicking himself for letting her make the running for so long. OK, it's been immensely enjoyable, but there was still that *something* missing. Time to redress the balance.
He sits up, pushing her head further into the bed, then scoots to the side of the bed and stands, taking a second or two to find his balance, then wandering purposefully towards their play chest, swigging deeply from the sports bottle of water sitting on top of it. Popping the lid back on, he throws it to her while he rummages for the ropes he'll need.
"Have a drink, babe, you're not gonna be able to again for a while"
She lies, watching him gather stuff from the chest, taking small sips and wondering what he's got in mind. They've not really done much bondage, and then just the standard stuff - hogtie, spreadeagle, handcuffs. She sees two lengths of neatly coiled rope in his one hand and her mind fils with happy fantasies. She loves him dominating her, she cums so hard when he tells her what a bitch, what a dirty cunt she is. She wants more. He makes her feel like a bitch in heat when he gets that stern tone in his voice and tells her to bend over his knee, or the back of the armchair. He's made her sob and howl, bark and whine. He gives her every bit of dominance she asks.
Her eyes follow him as he walks back to the bed, blinking as he throws the rope so it lands just in front of her nose. For a moment, she thinks she spots something different in his mood...something...harsher. She opens her mouth to persuade him to tie her wrists to her ankless while she's on her back, the forward hogtie that she adores, when he can piledrive that awesome cock into her and fill her up completely while she cums so fucking hard. He clamps his hand over her mouth quickly, and her eyes widen in surprise. This isn't like him, something IS different!
"Silence, cunt"
What the...? He doesn't call her that unless he's inside her. She's puzzled and starting to feel a little hurt. She's not used to him being so crude oustide of sex.
He takes her hands and places them at the small of her back, uncoiling the rope. She lets her hands fall back down beside her, smiling up at him, cheekily.
He takes her wrists again, this time holding them both together in one hand. She tries to pull away, but he holds her tight. It pinches a little as she sqirms and she lets out a little "Ow".
"If you don't want it to hurt, stay still"
"Arsehole"
She pulls more, but his large hands are plenty strong enough to hold her in place. He wraps the rope around her with his free hand, cinching it tight and tying it off swiftly. With her fingertips, she feels for the knot, but it seems to be missing. She twists to take a look, reaching her arms around to her thigh, looking down. The git has tied it out of her reach! She won't be undo-ing this one.
"Hey, I can't get out!"
"Well duh,"
"Git"
"Ha!"
He grasps one ankle and she kicks out with the other, landing a good blow on his chest. He grunts and jumps on top of her, swinging his leg over her and sitting on her legs, facing her feet. She kicks out pathetically, only able to flail from the knees. Realising she can reach his arse with her bound hands, she reaches down and gets her nails in, taking two big chunks of flesh and pinching with all ten fingers. He laughs. He fucking laughs! And he binds her ankles easily, tying the knot at the front, where he knows she can't get to it.
She feels the weight lift off her and she twists onto her side, seeing him stand over her. Her eyes take the long journey from his feet to his face, taking in his wilting but still impressive cock, the flattened stomach she hadn't realised was quite that toned until now, the hairless torso and the stern face.
He hops down from the bed and looks at her, hands on his hips, and she suddenly realises that its not such a comical pose as she used to think. She looks into his eyes and there's a purpose there that she's not sure she likes.
"Baby?"
WHACK!
Her face exlodes with the sting of the slap, it takes a while for her to comprehend what he's done. Fire burns on her cheek as lies still, stunned.
"Silence means silence, cunt. I let you off once"
"Wha..?"
CRACK!
Her ears ring and she feels a trickle of hot wet run from a suddenly sore spot on her lip. Despite herself, her bottom lip starts to quiver, but she catches herself, her resolve hardening. The fucker hasn't played this rough before and she doesn't like it. He split her lip, the bastard! But for the life of her, she doesn't want another slap, so she bites her tongue and satisfies herself by glaring at him and pulling at the ropes energetically.
"Stop that and lie on your side, facing me"
"F..."
She stops herself in time, hoping he'll mistake the planned "fuck you" for exertion. She carries right on trying to escape though. Fuck him indeed!
Instead of repeating himself, he simply kneels on the bed and grasps her side as she flops away from him, rolling to face him in the process of getting as far away as she can.
She tries to keep rolling, but he has her in a firm grip. It hurts to move away. Letting out a sigh, she stops fighting, waiting for her time. Leaning her head to the bed, she's faced with the dots of blood from her cut lip, and just for an instant, she's scared. What is this? What's the big idea? He's always cared for her, the pain has always been on her terms. She thought he understood.
"Those tits look so good. You know, I've been wanting to cum over them for a long time,"
No way! She hates him cumming on her tits, getting her all gooey and sticky and smelly...It's not fair, she daren't talk. Her face still stings, but there's no way she's letting him wank over her. She struggles, grunting and wincing, flopping in his grip, taking the pain as his fingers bite into the flesh of her belly. She manages to squirm onto her front, but he flips her back to her side, easily.
With a rising sense of panic, she sees that he's got his cock in his other hand, massaging it back to life and pointing it right at her. She writhes harder, squirming like crazy. He is NOT shooting that crap over her tits!
He moans slightly as he holds her in place, now and again losing a little grip on her and having to turn her back to face him.
"You may talk now, I won't slap you again. For now"
"Fuck you, you bastard. Let me go! You know I don't like you coming on my body!"
"And?"
"Just fuck me, OK? You've got me all tied up, just use me, shoot inside me, you don't want to waste that on your own hand when I'm all helpless like this, do you?"
"You know what? I fancy wanking over your tits,"
"No, come on, fuck me, pl..."
"Please? Ha! Did you want to say please? Are you actually pleading with me now?"
"Cunt"
"You know, that's actually very horny. I don't think I can last much longer"
He speeds up his stroke, gripping her tight now. She pulls at the ropes around her wrists, knowing now that it's going to happen no matter what she does or says.
And then something clicks in her head. She suddenly realises the reality of her situation. In a flash, it dawns on her that it doesn't matter what she wants, that he'll take his pleasure, he'll make her do things his way, no matter what she wants. No matter how hard she tries to persuade him differently. This is new. This isn't how it's been.
In a daze, she feels the hot spunk land on her tits as he grunts and groans his orgasm over her. She looks up at him, marvelling, finally feeling the big picture. Finally connecting the last dot.
He looks down at her, triumphant and spent, grinning widely at the sight of his cum dripping from her nipple onto the bed.
She gazes up at him, all thought of fight gone. It doesn't matter that she's bound. It doesn't matter that the restraints are physical right now. She knows that even when he takes the ropes off, he'll be in charge. By doing just exactly what he wants, he's proved to her that she's not the one dictating the pace anymore. He's took his own pleasure and she was helpless to change his mind. He's proved, in the most intimate and succinct way she could imagine that what she wants no longer matters. She knows she will have to please him now, that she will live to serve him and her wishes will be his to indulge or ignore. Her mind clears completely and she feels at peace for the first time.
"You OK?"
"Yes Master"
