OnyxDelphi
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Sucker
She sat on the couch staring out the window. Head on folded arms she huffed to herself, dejected by the lack of snow that was promised to her and the other poor city folk. Sighing at the fact that today showed another sunny afternoon. Hypocrite to longing emotions, she slid down and buried herself prostrate into the cushions, turning her attention to the blank screen of the television in front of her. Its not like she even wanted to go out and play in it, in fact she despised the cold. It was the change of pace she was hoping for. The instance of something new. Something she couldn’t control, that veered her life and conversation in a direction of…well…something other than commonplace conversation. Rolling onto her back, she brought alabaster digits to her throat. Fidgeting with the collar about her neck. Forefinger and thumb squeezing and tracing circles around the mute bell that hung from it. So was this it? Was this the life she had given herself up to? When exactly did she have the thought that she was his forever?
Myrah had to admit a slight wince of shame to herself. She had decided to follow what appeared to be another fad. How she despised admitting the fact that she was a whore for anything new. Trouble was, she often became bored of sedentary lifestyles that lead to redundancy. So the moment the latest thing that had sucked her up, dried out, she’d be gone in a heart skip and a beat on the next bandwagon that held promise.
She convinced herself that she was a gypsy from another life unlived. One that took refuge in her current time period trapped body. Only difference was, not everyone agreed. In fact, most just called her a slut to fashion, accessories, emotion, and trends. And that was when they were being nice. Usually…they ywjust cursed her out from broken hearts. Wishing she had never been introduced into their lives, filling them with joy, and then abandoning them without apparent cause.
“I’m so sorry,” she would say in a whispered tone, “I just…need to follow my heart.” And so she had. She followed her heart in and out of the lives of: James the promising lawyer, Harold the sensitive poet, Joey the gay actor turned straight then gay again, Michelle…the lesbian feminist, and now…Castor. Castor…the ripped, tall, tanned, well hung, extremely kinky, very dominant, bondage loving man who promised her the world. And like most women, when she saw him weight lifting in the gym…she followed him home like pussy craving cat nip.
Except instead of just a wonderful toss and tumble, she impressed him. So much so, that when her head cleared, and she began to dress and go…he wanted her to stay. She turned around from the dark corner of his room, wearing only her Victoria Secret lace trim thong, smiled at him and with pursed lips…and called him a sucker. Of course with that, Castors heart was stolen. So, he decided in that moment that he would introduce her to the side of himself that he didn’t bring out until at least the third…one night stand.
Leaping to his feet naked and unabashed, stunning her with his visage, he darted towards her and pushed her back into the wall. One hand over her throat, another wrapped tightly around her wrist. Pulling her hand high into the air and over head, as he pressed his firm lips against the contours of her cheek bone. Kissing, and licking seductively up her ear. Making sure just to stop long enough so that his hot and airy breath would slink and slither into that cavity, sending shivers up her spine, and causing more than just her body to melt.
Taking her other wrist and placing it with its captured twin in his hand, he slid his free hand into the lining of her panties and snaked his way to the opening of her liquid love. Her body betrayed her, showing him that she indeed was the victim of her own accusation. Grinning into the kiss he gave her, he quickly grabbed her underwear by its hem…and ripped it off.
Eyes bulging open, both in shock and intrigue, she struggled for the right words to use in protest. Something to show that she wasn’t a complete patsy to his amazing abdominal muscles that pressed against her taut stomach. Some kind of words that showed she had strength against his growling voice, or the musk of the sweat on his neck from their previous encounter. And as she suddenly remembered the only two letter word she had strength enough to say, he promptly bit down hard into her skin, in-between the base of her neck and shoulder. Eyes fluttering skyward, she fell into his arms slowly, lips giving way to a childish moan as her only verbal defense.
Satisfied that she would be staying for Act Two of their midnight sonata, he carried her over to his silk ridden bed and laid her on her back. Standing above her he smiled and placed a finger to his lips. Never uttering a word as he silenced her and closed her eyes with his other hand. Lying there she did all she could to not wiggle in eager anticipation, yet failing to notice that she was undulating her hips as well.
Her attention was quickly recaptured when she felt his firm grip around her ankle. She smiled when she realized the reason he was beginning to lift her leg in the air was in an effort to turn her over. Like a cute little kitten, she moved about and crawled on all fours, shaking her ass a little to entice him. She would yelp as his returned response was a prominent slap across her shapely buttocks. Feeling the sting, she suddenly was filled with the masochistic urge for another.
Her external lust was temporarily subdued however, when she felt what appeared to be a silk rope tighten around her foot. Interest ever rising, she felt the follow through as he roped her other foot, pushed her down into the bed, and then proceeded to bind her wrists behind her back. Listening to him chuckle slightly, she betrayed her physical promise as she opened her eyes and tilted her head backwards in his direction. Such an attempt for peace of mind left her instantly as she was greeted with his quick motion of sliding a red ball gag into her mouth.
Wiggling and grunting now in protest that wasn’t entirely honest, she was rewarded with a quick volley of slaps across her ass. Whimpering from the coupled emotion of pain and pleasure, she reveled in his touch as he rubbed her hot rear end with the palm of his hand. Cooing to herself, she realized she was beginning to lose sense of herself in the methods of his seduction. So, attempting to add a little fun to the equation, she tightened her legs together.
Seeing this, he reached forward…fingers entwining in her hair. He then rapidly jerked her head back, while simultaneously delivering a stinging swat her reddening ass. The dual action made her forget her previous attempt, and he took advantage of this by quickly flipping her over. Lifting her bound ankles into the air, she was convinced she would suffer another pleasurable punishment, when instead…he slid his upper body in-between her legs.
Frowning for a moment, her displaced hopes distracted her from the fact that he had quickly adjusted himself…not for comfort. Eyes jutting open wide and then closing tightly, she grunted into the ball gag as she felt his fullness push into her without warning. What was once slow and smooth in their earlier encounter, was now turning into a hard and fast culmination of: pumping, grunting, heavy breathing, nail digging, nipple biting, torrid sex.
Any chance of displaying the same sultry cajolery she had used before, was quickly replaced with her uncontrolled moans and whimpers. There was no attempt to woo him, or even appear controlled as she let herself go in his forceful bucking that sent her head bobbing back and forth, and her eyes rolling around like lost marbles in her head.
The onslaught of their sex paused for a moment, and as she conveniently descended from her orgasm she thought that she might have somehow missed noticing his ejaculation. All speculation and confusion was quickly put aside as that happily familiar grip was again introduced to her neck. If she could smile, the poor girl would have. The world seemed to freeze as she drank in her surroundings. Here she was, in the elegant house of a body builder and apparent Dom. Who had not only treated her to a wonderful night of dinner and sex, but had now introduced BDSM into her existence. This new feeling sent shivers down her wet glistening and filled cavern. Her hands were tied behind her back, and this man…whose sweat seemed to zig zag around the lining of his six pack and pectorals, was on his knees in-between her legs and bound ankles. Her nipples were sore from all the biting he had done, and now his hand was over her neck…making her feel happily helpless to his will. Eagerly ready to submit to whatever he might deliver next…
…which in her case, was a hard slap across the face. Something powerful, sudden, and so unexpected that it threw her out of her momentary reflection and back into the situation at hand. He…was slightly asphyxiating her, pumping into her harder, and….he had just slapped her. She laid there on her back, as he continued even faster, just…staring at him. She couldn’t find the consciousness or fortitude to do otherwise. She felt like a happily, slightly confused, abused dummy as he fucked her pussy ragged. She continued to stare at him in bafflement until she felt him begin to pulse, doubled with his guttural growl as he quaked inside of her.
Oddly enough, it was seeing him so content in his fulfillment. Seeing the pleasure he got from her. The fact that she had been the tool of this nights catastrophic, symphonic duet. It was seeing all of this that all she could do was moan and close her eyes, exultant in everything that had taken place. And as he unbound her, her eyes never opening, and laid down beside her…his warm arms tightening around her whilst his musk again flooded her senses; she twirled her fingers about her neck…it suddenly feeling more naked than it should. Smiling, she felt herself drift off to sleep, believing she was his forever. Believing she had now finally found something to permanently be content with.
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