Liana
I’m choking on his cock, surprised by his sudden move. He’s so big, but pays very little consideration to the fact that he might be too big for me. He shoves his entire length inside my mouth, until his broad tip is pressed against the back of my throat.
I gag and hack, desperate for air and fighting my gag reflex, but instead of releasing me, he pushes even further, keeping my head in place while he moves his hips forward until my lips are almost touching his pelvis.
“We’ll have to work on that,” he comments as I struggle for air.
He finally lets go of me, giving me only a few seconds to gasp for air before he shoves himself inside again. This time he doesn’t push until he presses against the back of my throat, but shortly before that, stopping just as I start gagging again. He moves backward. Slowly. Allowing me to properly wrap my lips around his member and play along his shaft as he continues to move back and forth in a deliberate manner.
I can’t balance on my own with my arms tied up like this. I’m completely at his mercy, balancing only with the help of my weak core muscles, depending on his guidance. His grip around my hair loosens, allowing me to gain some control over my own movements.
He was already hard when I began sucking him, but I can feel him growing even more solid between my lips. I’m filled with pride and accomplishment when he lets out a deep groan of pleasure, throwing his head back, losing sight of me, but never letting go of my head. Even now, as I please him to the best of my ability, he’s the one who’s in control.
Just as I’m beginning to feel as if I might be winning over some of that control, he stops me mid-motion, holding me back by my hair and taking a step back before he leans over, his face right in front of mine when he fixes me with an intense stare. I’m panting, desperately trying to fill my lungs with air, while saliva is running down the side of my face.
“I need to fuck you,” he hisses, moving his face so close to mine that our noses are touching.
It’s now that I’m made aware of something else that’s been missing between us.
A kiss.
We have never properly kissed.
I lean forward, certain that this will be the time to change that, but he has other plans.
He jumps up, forcing me to follow him by dragging me up on my feet. I stagger like a newborn deer, struggling to maintain my balance without being able to move my arms.
My scalp hurts from all the hair pulling, and I sigh in relief when he finally lets go of me, instead hooking his finger into the ring on my collar to lead me over to the bed.
“On your back,” he says, much to my surprise.
I climb up on the sheets, even more clumsy than usual, as I try to lay down without having the support of my arms. He notices my struggle and helps by grabbing my shoulders and slowly lowering me down to the mattress.
“Lift your legs and bend your knees,” he orders next.
I’m trembling with need, dizzy with anticipation, while I position myself the way he asked me to, watching him with curious eyes while he throws another bundle of rope next to me on the sheets. Then he finishes undressing himself.
Finally.
I can’t take my eyes off of him as he slowly removes one piece of clothing after another. His hard cock is glistening with my saliva, jutting out with its impressive length and delicious girth. I can’t wait to feel him inside of me.
It’s the first time for me to see him naked, allowed to see him in all his tanned glory. The strange ink stretches over his muscular arms when he climbs onto the bed, grabbing the rope in the process. It’s easy to tell that he has done this sort of thing a lot of times before. He starts on my left leg, pushing it until it’s fully bent at the knee, before he starts wrapping the rope around it, fastening it just below my knee and adding another knot just above my ankle.
I watch him, turned on and fascinated at the same time. Even after an entire week as his captive, I still struggle to place the fact that it took so long for this to happen, so I could have my darkest fantasies realized.
He moves on to my other leg, deliberately letting the rope caress over my wet center. The rough material prickles against my sensitive skin, and I see him grinning as I moan in bliss.
“Frog-tie is what they call this,” he says as he fastens the last knot around my other leg. “But I think fuck-tie is more appropriate. Wouldn’t you agree, Pet?”
I’m sprawled out in front of him, my legs tied and spread apart, rendered immobile by his rope skills. Before I can give him a reply, he moves his hand between my legs, casting me a mischievous smile when he finds the proof of my arousal.
“So wet for me,” he whispers. “What a perfect little pet you are.”
I groan a desperate response while he plays with my clit, threatening to make me come before I can feel him inside me.
“Please,” I hear myself plead. “Please, fuck me.”
He hums in approval. “Oh, I will.”
My heart jumps when he reaches over to the night stand next to my bed, opening the first drawer to fetch a condom. I know that they’ve been in there all this time, and I’ve been waiting for him to open that damn drawer for so long.
I feel so adrift and helpless before him, and it’s this understanding of being at his mercy that fuels my heated need for him. I’ve wanted to feel this way, and despite the frightening reality of these circumstances, I cannot help but yearn for the final step. For him.
He rolls the condom over his hard length in no time, teasing me by placing his head at my wet entrance with no apparent intention to move any further. He casts me a dark smile, full of promise and the knowledge that he has won.
I don’t care. I don’t care if he thinks he has me right where he wanted me all along. All I care for is my own pleasure, my own needs that still don’t stand fulfilled. I tried to shift myself closer to him, but my legs are tied so tightly that it’s hard for me to move across the sheets, especially since I can’t do anything with my arms.
“Please,” I beg, looking up at him, his tip already parting my lips. “Fuck me, Master.”
It’s what he has been waiting for, the magic word, the appropriate way to address him, especially when uttering a greedy wish.
He leans forward, his muscular chest hovering over me, while he parts me with his enormous girth, shoving his cock into my hungry core with sensual deliberation. I moan, taking him inch for inch, until his pelvis is pressed against my center, his entire length filling me like no one has before.
Again, his eyes are fixated on my face, reading every little reaction as he takes me for the first time. He stays in place for a few moments, watching me squirm beneath him, breathing rapidly as I accommodate him inside me.
His hands find their way to my bound thighs, spreading my legs apart as far as possible before he starts pounding me with a sudden savagery that takes my breath away. I shriek in surprise, but soon my cries turn into conflicting outbursts of ecstasy and pain as the rope cuts into my skin as he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before.
This is raw, violent fucking that lacks the fear of consequences. We have nothing to lose and nothing to prove to each other. When he grabs me by the hip, slightly elevating me from the sheets, I feel nothing but the pleasure his rough pounding sends through my body in strong waves.
I don’t worry about looking pretty for him, because I know he’s mesmerized by me either way. There’s something in his eyes when he looks at me, a mysterious spark that speaks of the sick devotion he has for the woman he robbed and calls his pet.
His face is lined with exertion and lust, drops of sweat running down his temples while he continues to slam into me like a wild beast. He takes what he wants from me, and I can tell that the wait has been long for him, too. His vicious handling of my body speaks of a desperate need, just as my cries of rapture do. I can only let it happen, wrapped up in hot knowledge that I’m his possession, his pet, his biggest pleasure.
A yelp of surprise escapes my mouth when he picks me up by the hips, turning me around as if I weigh nothing, temporarily withdrawing his cock from me. Even this short moment without him is enough to make me realize how much I crave feeling him inside me.
I groan with desperation, instinctively hollowing my back, begging to feel him. His hands reach for the knots at my back, tightening the rope around my chest as he pulls on it while shoving his cock back inside. I’m balancing on my knees, the rope cutting into the flesh on my legs, as I try to stretch my legs despite the restraints. It’s as if there are a thousand needles, prickling all over my body, intensifying each sensation he’s inflicting on me.
He keeps hold of the rope around my upper body with one hand, but the other moves between my legs, finding the spot just above my entrance. I groan when a sharp thrill bolts through my core, as he begins playing with my slick clit.
I want to warn him, tell him that I might come any moment, but my face is shoved into the sheets, suffocating every potential verbalization of my thoughts.
He wouldn’t mind, anyway, it seems. His motions accelerate, torturing my body to the edge of release.
“Come!” I hear his voice behind me. “Come on my cock, my pet.”
Even within the short time of seven days, my body has learned to obey his command. The groan I let out when an explosive release takes hold of me seems to come from far away, from a different person even. I bathe in a pool of ecstasy, a delight that is so voracious, it almost renders me unconscious.
Just as my climax starts to recede with its last, violent waves, I can feel him throbbing inside me, joining my elation just before it’s fading.
I don’t think I ever came this hard, this long. I’m physically and mentally exhausted, panting so heavily that I’m close to hyperventilating.
He turns me over onto my back, my center still pulsating with the aftermath of our joint pleasure, when he lowers himself over my trembling body, placing his elbows next to my head before he leans in for the kiss I was denied before. It’s a greedy kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, as if we’re just beginning our play. I reciprocate his longing, relishing the passionate embrace of our lips.
Our eyes meet when he stops our kiss, drops of sweat running down his handsome face as he moves a wet strand of hair out of my face, looking at me like he never has before.
“Ruby,” he breathes. “That was insane.”