Not for me.
I walk up to her and I hear her inhale sharply. My fingers graze the silky skin at the back of her neck as I grasp the top of her zip. The sound is loud in the silence of the room. She bends her head.
A waiting gesture. Quiet. Profound.
I let the dress fall around her ankles. Underneath she is not wearing her bra or panties. Perfect.
I loosen my tie and pull it off. The sound of silk dragging on silk is like a secret whisper. Her body tenses. I catch her right wrist, then her left, and holding them together behind her body I bind her arms with my tie, pulling it tight into her flesh.
I turn her around. Her eyes look up at me. There is no fear in them. Just pure submission. I let my eyes travel down to her breasts. The nipples hard and jutting.
She watches me as I discard my jacket and start unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes widen at the tattoos on my chest and shoulders. I pull my shirt out of my trousers and fling it away. I take my shoes and socks off and step out of my trousers.
Her eyes drop down to my cock.
It is so hard it is jutting out of my briefs. I take them off and stand before her, naked. She exhales. Like someone who finds water at the end of a long journey across a desert.
Without being instructed she drops to her knees, slightly unsteady without her arms to balance her, and opens her mouth. Impatiently, I feed my cock into her warm, wet mouth, stretching it to its limit.
Ahhh …
The inside of her mouth is soft, and she sucks me so gently it's addictive, but I can't have that. I'm already too involved. This has to be sex. Rough sex. Throw away sex. Just-a-woman-sucking-cock sex.
I grab her hair and thrust my cock into her throat. My cock is big and she glances up at me, her eyes startled and wide, her throat making swallowing movements.
"I want to fill your belly with my cum," I growl.
She doesn't protest, just lets me fuck her mouth, long, slow, wet thrusts. It doesn't take long, before I'm spurting deep into her throat.
I look down at her. My semi-hard cock is still embedded in her mouth.
"Suck it," I say.
She suckles obediently and almost instantly I'm hard again. I pull out of her mouth and go open the bedside cabinet's drawer. I take out a bag and throw it on the bed. Then I sit on the bed with my back resting against the pillows. She doesn't move, just looks at me curiously.
"Come here," I order.
I watch her get up with difficulty, and come to the bed. I curl my hand around the base of my cock.
"Sit on my dick," I command.
She flushes a deep red. Clumsily, she climbs on the bed and knee-walks towards me. She lifts one leg over me and almost falls over. I grab her and help her to remain upright. She raises herself over me and sinks her wet pussy onto my cock.
Her head falls back and she moans with the sensation of my cock filling her up. Her tits thrust forward. I lean forward and bite a nipple. She hisses with the pain and looks at me. Slowly, she starts to fuck me. I lean back and enjoy the sight of her.
It's erotic to see her bound and helpless, but it makes her rhythm erratic. She stays too long before moving upwards, or pushes down too quickly, and gasps with pain.
"Pay attention," I growl.
She bites her lower lip and I can see her trying hard to get her groove. Her face is red, but she finally finds her rhythm, her stomach muscles tensing and flexing with effort. I start to enjoy the sensation of her tight pussy riding my cock. I push my hips up as she plunges down and she moans with pleasure as her little pussy catches my full erection. I can see by her face that she is about to come. She starts to grind herself on me.
I reach out and stop her.
She looks at me with frustration.
"You can't cum … yet," I say and, grabbing her by her waist, move her up and down my shaft.
A grunt of distress escapes her mouth. "I have to," she squeals as an orgasm overtakes her and she comes hard on my cock, her juices run down my balls, and her pussy twitches and squeezes me.
She sits on me, impaled, bound, and panting hard.
I take her chin in my hand and pump my hips a few times, grinding her sensitive clit against my pubic bone. She jumps. The movement drives me insane.
"I thought I told you not to cum," I say lazily.
"I couldn't help it," she mutters.
"This is your last warning. If you come again, I'll have to punish you."
Her eyes widen.
"Now ride my cock."
For a few seconds she is too stunned to respond. She just sits there with my cock fully buried inside her tight flesh, then she starts to move. Rising and sinking. I reach out my hand and slowly start to play with her clit.
"Don't," she begs.
I move my finger slowly, in circles. "No cumming until I say so."
She groans in an effort to hold back the climax, but this one's big, and it tears like a hurricane through her. Without her arms to support her she falls forward, her face landing on my chest, her muffled gasps of pleasure arousing me even more than the clenching of her pussy. Even then she doesn't stop. Her hips roll wildly as she rides me even harder.
When the last of the waves are gone and her body sags against mine, I lift her and sit her upright again. I reach forward and suck her nipple.
"That's two without permission," I say.
"Are you going to punish me?" she asks in a small voice.
"What do you think?"
"What are you going to do to me?"
I put my hand into the bag and take out a pair of nipple and clit clamps, all connected by a heavy metal chain.
"Oh," she gasps.
I hold the nipple clamps open and hesitate. She looks at them anxiously and leans back.
"Come forward," I say.
Slowly she sways toward me. I hold them inches away from her breasts before suddenly letting them bite into her nipples. She jumps and whimpers in pain. Her body automatically rears back. I grasp the chain that hangs down and tug on it gently and she instantly comes forward. I pull her until she is so close to my mouth I can bite her mouth if I want to.
"Do you want me to take them off?" I ask.
She shakes her head.
I pick the other clamp and hold it open. "Are you ready?"
She nods.
I push her back and clamp her clit. Tears appear in her eyes, but fuck, she looks so perfectly sexy and erotic. I nearly cum.
I tug on the clamp. "Get to work."
She starts to rise off my cock, the chain swinging back and forth, the weight of it making her body tremble.
"Higher," I order.
She rises to the very tip of my cock.
"Now come down hard."
She slams down and moans at the sensation.
"Faster," I order. "It's my turn to cum."
She bounces on my cock, her tight pussy pulling and clenching at my shaft. Her pussy feels incredible and I have to hold myself back from climaxing. I like watching her. I enjoy the sight of her trying her hardest to give me pleasure. I'm getting off on the feeling of control.
Sweat glows on her skin. To my surprise I recognize the expression on her face. She is about to climax again and she is trying her damndest to hold it back. Her pussy starts clenching along my shaft.
I wait until she is at the very edge of pleasure then I reach forward and release one of the nipple clamps.
She freezes and her mouth opens in a soundless cry of pain, but it is too late, the climax is already upon her. Excitedly I watch her face, her hair, her body. She is like a fantasy come true. Perfect in every way. I wait as long as I can, just reveling in her beauty, as mind-blowing pleasure comes to claim her.
Hot blood rushes to my cock. I reach out and take the other clamp off. She screams. My hips thrust mindlessly into her, spurting hot seed into her body. I climax hard, harder than I've ever done. Breathing heavily, I look at her.
Her eyes are glazed, there are tears on her cheeks. I gently stroke her collarbone.
My cock should have been soft, but it's still hard. My gaze goes down to the last clamp. I look up and she is staring at me, her head is shaking from side to side, but her pussy is involuntarily clenching with excitement at the thought of it coming off.
"Come here," I say gently.
She rises unsteadily off my cock, her thigh muscles quivering. I grab her around her waist, lift her body, and bring her to chest level. My semen drips out of her onto my stomach and chest.
I can feel my breathing become heavier. Having her bound and completely submissive is powerfully erotic and exhilarating. I need this, I need to see her like this. Some part of me doesn't want this to end. I want to keep her like this, on the edge of madness.
I watch her carefully, the way her nipples are swollen, the shallow breaths she takes through her mouth. She is expecting pain, but she doesn't know there is a flood of pleasure waiting for her.
"You came again, didn't you?" I say softly.
She bites her lip and nods.
"Is a punishment in order?"
She doesn't say anything and I let the silence stretch. Finally, she nods.
"What sort of punishment would suit your crime?"
"Maybe you can take the last clamp off?" she whispers hesitantly. Her eyes are huge, her pupils nearly filling out her irises. She is so excited and aroused she is dripping and making a puddle on my chest. I insert my finger into her and she gasps.