“You’re not going anywhere near that fucking place. End of discussion.”
She’ll actually get raped in there because even if she goes in and decides to have an adventure, something I’m totally against, no one’s going to ask for a safe word. No one’s going to treat her gently.
“End. Of. Discussion.” I squeeze a little tighter and bring her in for a hot, punishing kiss.
When I let her go, letting her breathe again, her eyes gleam.
“And if I disobey you? Then what?”
This isn’t the time for the ugly truths to be spelled out. Instead, I gather her in my arms and carry her into the bedroom.
I dump her on the bed. And then I pull out the ties, making quick work of her hands. And then I pull out a new purchase. A spider gag.
She balks, but I blindfold her and then I put the gag on, her mouth open now, for my pleasure.
And this time, I get some rope, tie her thighs so they’re open and secure them, raising her feet up so all her holes are exposed.
I’m going to fucking come down her throat.
I climb over her on her chest, holding most of my own weight so she’s not crushed, but she can feel me.
I run a finger through the drool that’s pooling from her open mouth and reach back to paint her clit. Then I undo my jeans, dropping them enough they’ll form an added restraint, and I start to feed her my cock through the gag.
I start to fuck her throat. “You’ll be punished like this if you don’t do what you’re told.”
I put my hand on the pillow as I start to slam my cock in and out of her mouth and throat.
She’s got me riled, and I need to cum, it’s an urge beating at me. She gurgles her throat and gag reflex working me, closing over me, squeezing me, and I’m electric, on fire. It flies through my veins, and through my balls that are high and hitting her chin with a satisfying, erotic slap.
I thrust into her hard and then it comes over me, fast. The ache intensifies and then my cock swells and pleasure pours up through me and down into her throat.
I cry out, slamming the pillow with my fist.
When I’ve come, I thrust in a few more times and then pull out.
I get up and strip, looking at her. She’s delectable, an erotic treat, and I’m hard all over again. But this time, I get between her thighs and lick, from her perineum up to her clit, stopping short. I want to torture her.
Slow moves in the world of edging. Then I leave her.
I got her something else in my little drawer of pleasure for Violet. There are a lot of toys. Some we’ve played with, others we haven’t. All washed for use.
I find it. The butt plug. I think I want to fuck her while this is planted firmly inside her.
“You know, I think I’ll get someone else in.” I pause, long enough I might have sent a text. “But first, let me prep you.”
She tries to say something, but she can’t, the gag’s still there.
I take the toy and get back between her thighs.
Now I start to lick her, focusing on her clit, sucking into my mouth as she makes a moaning sound.
I stop and whisper, “So fucking beautiful.”
I then push a finger into that wet heat, and she tries to move, but she really can’t.
It is absolutely fucking beautiful. The fact she’s under my control.
I slowly push the toy against her ass, and she shudders, but I don’t work the silicon in. Yet.