I clear my throat and don't answer right away. It was weird, but incredibly pleasurable even while it was frustrating. I guess maybe I am into certain aspects, but not necessarily pain. Especially the extreme kind like I've seen on the internet. Spanking and clamps and rough sex are one thing, but I'm not interested in being bound until I lose circulation and whipped until I bleed.

However, what we’ve done so far? Amazing.

I'm still so turned on. One orgasm wasn't enough. Especially without his cock inside me. I drain my glass. "I want to keep going. Sir."

"Good answer." He takes my hand and helps me to my feet. I still have on my stilettos. I barely take in anything of the rest of his home, so focused on my anxiety and excitement of what he's going to do next.

He opens a door at the end of the hall and nudges me inside. It's his bedroom. At least he didn't bring me to a dungeon. I bite back a hysterical giggle. There is a massive bed covered by a maroon duvet in the middle of the room with two brown wooden nightstands at the sides. A matching brown dresser stands in the corner and I wonder if it holds implements of sexual torture or clothes.

Maybe both.

He grabs me by the back of the neck and jerks me into a kiss. I fall against him, but he steadies me. His other hand runs down my spine and cups my ass, kneading at the flesh. I push my pelvis into his and moan when my still sore nipples rub against the buttons of his shirt.

He walks me farther into the room backwards, still kissing me. His hands move to my waist and suddenly, he throws me onto the bed. I squeak in surprise as I bounce on the mattress. He follows me, shoving me up to the headboard. Once my head is lying on his plush pillows, he reaches behind me and pulls out leather cuffs that are chained to the bed.

He snaps them around my wrists. A brief twinge of fear skitters through me, but his kiss calms away the worry. This is hot. This is something I've wanted to try. Just like the clamps. And that had been quite enjoyable.

He kisses, nibbles, and licks down my body until he reaches my core. He spreads my legs and laps at my pussy. He starts off gentle and teasing, working me up into a frenzy. I yank at the cuffs and toss my head back.

He plunges his tongue into my cunt, fucking me with his tongue. He swirls it around inside me. I gasp and twist my hands around to grasp the chains of the cuffs.

He pulls out and returns his attention to my clit, no longer teasing. Now, he licks and nibbles like he means it. I'm still so sensitive from the last orgasm, it takes no time for another to build.

I cannot believe I lived so long without this.

His hands reach up and pinch my nipples as he flicks his tongue against my center.

I fly apart, molten lava rolling through me, waves of red crashing over me. "Fuck."

He looms over me and releases me from the cuffs and gets off the bed. While I recover, I watch him unbutton his deep plum shirt, revealing a lean, tan torso. He steps out of his shoes, never taking his eyes off me.

I almost salivate, wanting him inside me more than anything.

"You want me to fuck you?"

I nod, mutely.

"Crawl over to me."

I jerk with surprise, but find myself sliding off the bed, down to my hands and knees. He falls back towards his door, his hands hovering over the button of his pants.

In utter disbelief, I start to crawl to him. My breasts are heavy and sway with each inch. I can't believe I'm doing this. Something I'd usually find humiliating, but tonight it's empowering. The way he stares at me makes me feel sexy and powerful.

And I really, really want his cock buried inside me.

I make it all the way across the room to him, but remain on my hands and knees at his feet. Will he take me right here, fuck me from behind? I shiver with longing at the thought.

"Kneel and put your hands behind your back and keep your shoulders back and those gorgeous tits out."

"Yes, sir." I crawl to my knees and get into the position.

"Good girl. This is a classic submissive position."

He slides his pants down so they pool around his ankles and steps from them. My gaze slides up his legs until I see he was going commando under his slacks. His cock is long and hard.

I can’t wait to taste it.

He rubs his hand over it. "Do you want this?"

"Yes, sir."

"Beg for it."

"Please, sir. Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big cock. Fuck me until I scream. Please. I want you inside me, sir."

"Beg me to tie you back up."

"Please, sir, tie me back up and use me for your pleasure. Do whatever you want to me, just please, fuck me."

"Did you like being tied up? Helpless? At my mercy?"

"Yes, sir. I loved it. Please do it again. Please, sir." I cannot believe I am begging like this. I cannot believe I don't care that I'm begging like this.

He bends down and yanks me to my feet, burying his face in my neck, nipping at my skin with his teeth. My legs almost give out beneath me. He spins me around so his cock is pressed against my ass, his mouth till teasing my neck. One of his hands grabs at my tit, kneading and squeezing and the other travels down to my pussy and dips into my center. He plunges his fingers deep inside me, pumping them in and out. My head falls back on his shoulder and I press against his hand.

Somehow, we end up back on the bed and the cuffs are locked back on my wrists. I'm so lost in sensation, I'm barely aware of where I am. The only thing I'm aware of is what he does to me.

He ravages my breasts, his cock nudging my entrance, making me spread my legs wider, hoping to tempt him to finally slam himself deep inside me.

But instead, he raises his pelvis, pulling away from me. I growl in frustration. He chuckles against the tender skin of my breasts. Which makes me even more grumpy. The jackass made me beg for it and he's still teasing. I might prefer the sting of a whip to this.

Those thoughts flee from my head once his mouth attaches to one of my nipples. I cry out with pleasure, his touch shooting down to my core.

Lifting away from me, he reaches over to the nightstand, pulling a foil wrapper from the drawer. He sheaths his member with it and I sigh in relief. Finally.

He brings my knees up to my chest until I'm completely folded in half.

And at last, he slides into me. So deep, my eyes pop wide and my breath stalls.

He moves languorously at first, letting me feel every inch of him. He reaches so deep it almost hurts. His body stretches along mine as he grabs the headboard.

And then he really begins to fuck me. He slams into me over and over until his bedroom spins behind my closed eyes. My knees are still pressed to my chest, the weight of his torso keeping them there, so he can reach deeper.

Ramming into me with no mercy, his rhythm hits with perfect pressure in all the perfect places. I hover on the brink of madness, my moans singing out in a staccato as he plays me like I'm his favorite instrument.

Our sweat-slick bodies slide together, our pants and gasps join together in chorus.

And with a final pierce into me, the crescendo breaks. My belly and cunt contract, the chains from the cuffs jingling from how hard I buck against him. He continues plunging into me, drawing out the climax with each stroke of his cock. My muscles tense and I'm unable to utter more than a breathy whimper.

He releases my legs which I wrap around his waist, not wanting him to stop. He seems perfectly willing to oblige, his pace quickening as the trembling finally fades from my body.

"Look at me." His voice has a tone in it I'm unable to ignore or disobey.

I open my eyes and meet his. I drown in a sea of bourbon, bobbing and drifting beneath him.

My hands tingle from being tied up so long, adding to the myriad of sensations racing over me. He releases his hold on the headboard and runs his hands down the sides of my body, slipping them under me to cup my ass. He tilts me up and hits a new spot within me. I cry out and tighten my legs around him. He pummels me in response, driving me higher, higher, higher.

I float and spin, unable to come back down to Earth. Everything inside me tenses and races with heat, but I can't make it to the other side. My head thrashes and I make almost animal noises. It feels amazing, but I'm desperate for release. I've never experienced anything like this, this hovering on the edge, lost in need and desire.

The stranger's fingers dig harshly into the flesh of my ass, and I reach the edge. I leap off it, screaming and yelling intelligible words. The strength of the bucks and jerks I can't control almost knock him away from me. My throat is sore and my pussy aches from the orgasms he's forced from me.

I have no idea if he's come or not, and in the moment I don't really care. I'm more concerned with getting my limbs working again. My legs are locked around him and I don't have the strength to lift them away. He grins down at me and forces my legs down and pulls out of me, collapsing on the bed beside me, panting.

I guess he did come at some point.

I'd feel bad for missing it, but with the afterglow of the most amazing orgasm of my life still rippling through me, all I can think is...AGAIN.

Ever since my night with Scott, one orgasm isn't enough. I'm insatiable and greedy. Only getting one orgasm is for the old me. I thrust away the pang at the thought of Scott. He has no room here, tonight, with this bourbon stranger. We'll get past this fight and things will go back to normal.

The stranger turns over on his side, running his fingers down the valley between my breasts. My nipples perk up immediately in response. He hums approval before sliding his hands down to my legs, massaging the stiffness from them. I groan as feeling returns to my muscles.

He flips me over on my belly, my arms and chains twisting with the movement, but he ignores it. He rubs the back of my calves with strong fingers, digging deep into the flesh. I can't see him with my face buried in the pillows, but I can feel him kneeling between my legs. He continues kneading his way up my legs, paying close attention to the crevice between my thigh and the bottom of my ass. His fingers brush against my pussy and I shudder, opening my thighs, hoping he takes the hint.

He doesn't.

He moves to my ass, clenching my globes in his hands. He slides a finger through the crack, teasing my back hole. I lift my hips and he plunges a finger inside, crooking his finger. I suck in a sharp breath. He uses one of his hands to spread my cheeks while he uses the other to finger-fuck my ass. Every time someone does this, I fall in love with it even more. I can't wait to take it further.

But I'm not sure I can take it tonight. And I'm not sure I want my first time to be a literal stranger.

Either way, I'm pretty sure I won't get to dither about it. Not during a night exploring my submission. It's been surprisingly nice giving up control even while it's been a bit frustrating. I don't love orgasm denial, but maybe I should keep a more open mind based on the strength of the climaxes I've had tonight. But my pleasure and his has been his responsibility. All I've had to do is remain tied up and take it. Enjoy it. Revel in it. Obey. And with the safe-word ever hovering in my mind, it's really me who has all the control.

And that makes me feel powerful.

He removes his fingers and resumes massaging my ass, digging his fingers into my skin until I ease back into the mattress. His touch is magic, turning me pliant and boneless under his ministrations.

He brushes against my cunt again and I tense back up. He keeps sliding his fingers through my slit, using more pressure with each stroke, I force myself to remain still, worried he'll stop if I move.

"Good girl. You're learning."

I smile into the pillow. He dips shallowly into my core, swirling his finger around the rim. It gets harder to stay still and pressed into the bed. He slips easily around me, my pussy soaked with wanting.

He seems determined to make me even wetter.

Moving his hands to my waist, he jerks me up onto my knees. My face presses further into the pillows making it difficult to breathe. I hear him rustling in his nightstand and the crackle of foil.

His hand returns to me and slides through my wet pussy until he reaches my clit. He flicks the nub with his thumb and then pinches it, sending zings of heat shooting through me. I gasp and raise my ass. With gentle yet firm strikes, he rains down spanks right on my clit. It doesn't really hurt and it isn't as harsh as the one he gave me on the couch. I mewl into the pillow, my thighs starting to tremble. Soothing the spanks away, he starts to rub furiously. Warmth builds, spreading from my pussy to my ass and belly, down my legs. The climax races toward me fast and strong.

He removes his hand.

The jerk.

I buck against nothing but air, the heat and ardor cooling and fading away. Thankfully, the pillows muffle my grievances. I hope.

The warmth from his body presses against me, and his cock nudges my entrance. Instead of shoving into me, he only inserts an inch of himself and circles his hips. He slides out of me and prods into me again with shallow strokes. And he keeps fucking me like that, never going in deeper than an inch, the head of his long cock the only thing he allows inside me. It keeps me in a desperate frenzy, but takes me no further.

The grasp of his fingers on my hips are harsh, digging into my skin. I fight against the need and desire to shove myself back on him, forcing myself to take it. I have to trust he'll get me there. I asked for this, I agreed to this.

I begged for this.

And if I'm honest, I'm loving this.

He yanks my ass up even higher so that my knees are barely anchored against the bed, my torso rising along with it even as my face presses deeper into the pillow. My nipples brush against the duvet, still the slightest bit sore from the clamps and his teeth.

Still not letting up on the shallow dips into my core, he starts sliding up my cleft before plunging back into my cunt.

I turned my face to the side, taking much needed clean breaths. "Please, sir."

"Not yet."

"Please, please, please." My nerve endings fire with desperate need and heat blasts from my pussy. My body is slick with sweat and damp tendrils of hair clings to my face.

He spanks me hard on one of my ass cheeks. I can feel it redden, a mark from him to take home as a trophy. "What is it you want?"

"I want to come, sir." Any other time I'd be embarrassed at the needling tone.

"What do you want?" His voice is harsh and stern and makes me shiver.

What does he mean? What am I supposed to say? "Please, sir. I want you to fuck me."

"What do you want?" the words echo around the bedroom.

I shout out the only thing I can think of. "Your cock, sir."

He rams into me with a force that causes a startled, strangled noise come from the back of my throat. He dives into me hard, but slow, still not giving me what I need. What I crave.

Am I supposed to keep begging, or stay patient?

I decide to chance it. "Please let me come, sir."

"How?"

"What?"

"How do you want to come?"

"Preferably screaming."

He spanks me on my other cheek for my sarcastic tone and my lack of using the word sir. "How do you want to come?"

I don't understand what he wants from me. I'm so close yet so far and I just want release. "I don't know, sir."

He stills all the way inside me. "Do you want me to fuck you like this? Do you want me to take your gorgeous ass? Do you want me to flip you over and fuck your mouth? Do you want me to yank at your nipples? Do you want me to spank you while I pound into you with my cock? How do you want to come?"

The answer finally reveals itself. "I am yours to command, sir. I want to come however you want me to."

My words please him and he finally starts to fuck me like he means it. Running his hands up my sides, he grasps my tits, squeezing them. He takes my nipples between his fingers and pinches and pulls while he keeps slamming into me. He reaches that favorite place of mine deep inside. The one bordering on pain, but is all pleasure. I close my teeth over his pillow, biting down against the lust swarming through me.

He anchors himself with my nipples, his fingers harsh, adding to the frenzy barreling through me. Releasing one of my breasts, he moves his hand down to my clit and starts spanking it again.

Four smacks is all it takes for me to fly completely apart. I scream myself hoarse again as the fire and ice slither over and through me. The stranger releases me, returning his grip to my hips and fucks me hard as he races towards his own release. Before mine has crested, another builds. My hands are numb and my entire body is sore, but the fire and ice flares hot and cold making me scream yet again.

He lets out a hoarse growl and collapses against me, sending us both crashing to the bed. He rolls off me immediately, reaching up to release me from the cuffs. Pins and needles poke at my hands as feeling returns. I clutch them to my chest as I try to bring my breathing back under control.

We stay there in silence for a few moments, the only noise our ragged breaths. I'm completely sated, and definitely can't handle any more tonight.

I glance over at his window and my eyes widen. Or this morning. Dawn trickles through the thin curtains, lightening up the room. When did that happen?

With utterly no desire to sleep here, I heave myself off the bed. "I have to get going."

He sits up. "Do you want me to take you home?"

That would ruin the whole thing. We're strangers in the night. He can't know where I live. "No, I'm good. Thanks."

He picks up on my desire to leave. "All right."

I smile and lean in to kiss him one last time. "Thank you for last night. It was amazing."

"So were you."

His kiss almost makes me want to climb back into bed with him. Instead, with a sigh, I go back out to the living room and retrieve my clothes.