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Ansel

Fresh from the shower, I led Regina to my bed. She’d taken a bold stance on the balcony, challenging me in a way I’d never experienced before. She was learning this shit too fucking fast. Was I creating a monster that would sooner or later, not obey a fucking thing I commanded?

I should have been more upset. I should have been pissed. I should have had her on her knees begging for what she thirsted for. My problem was that I craved the challenge she presented. It was an interesting element I’d not encountered in any of my D/s relationships.

Hell, I was starting to wonder if I could even call this a D/s relationship. It was somewhere in between being what I’d envisioned and what I hadn’t expected as it was taking on a life of its own.

I sat her on the side of the bed and walked over to the wall of cuffs. I removed the ones with the chain link attached. She sat, naked and beautiful as her gaze fell on the cuffs I’d chosen. Her bronzed skin glowed, beckoning to be caressed while her curious gaze traced my every move.

Her presence was enough to bring life into my playroom, but I added a touch more by clicking the music on, placing my song choice on low repeat. When We Fuck, by Tank was a fitting choice for all the savage sexual misconduct we were about to engage in.

“Give me your hands, Gina.”

She handed them over without protest as she watched me cuff her hands before I instructed her into the center of my bed. There was about a foot and a half of chain length from the cuff on her hands to the ones I’d closed around my headboard. Her hands were left raised from the pull of the cuffs.

Kneeling in front of her, I admired the view. Fuck, she was gorgeous cuffed to my bed. Nothing got me going like a sexy woman tied to my headboard, but Gina tied to it sent fire racing through my veins. The sight had my dick standing straight up. That horny dick-faced bastard was down there with pussy on his mind when there was a whole damn body to explore.

I remained in a kneeling position in front of her.

“That shit you pulled on the balcony,” I started. Her breaths picked up a notch. “I intended to take it easy on you, Gina. I intended to ease you into this. Take you through the phases. But, you showed me tonight that you’re woman enough to skip a few steps. I’m about to graduate your ass to a new level. If you even fix your mouth to say a safe word, Dom and sub are going out of the fucking window, and you will meet Ansel—the real fucking Ansel.”

My words scared her, but she liked this shit more than she let on. The thumping pulse-point in her neck and her tight nipples told on her.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, unable to hide the lust that filled her tone and hung heavy in her gaze.

“As punishment for your disobedience, I’m going to give you what I call twenty-the-hard-way.”

Her face squinted in confusion.

“Each thrust, you count, you miss a number, you skip a number, you even think about a safe word, and I start over. You will be responsible for how long it takes you to come. You understand this, Gina?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered. Her fear and lust were at war, but I didn’t intend to allow her to think on it too long.

Gripping her thighs, I yanked her down on the bed. The chain on the cuffs clinked, opposing her pull as her hard breaths became a layer of rhythm over the music. Lying before me, hands cuffed above her, there was no place she could go.

I spread her legs wide, loving that she was dripping wet for me. I aligned my dick with her pussy, making her shiver when I teased the head across it.

“Eyes on me, Gina,” I ordered, while sliding a condom on with the swiftness of a magician. “Get ready to count, and I better hear each number.”

My dick plunged in, squeezing its way deep inside her. The loud smack of the impact sounded off, making her tits bounce, the mattress protest, and the metal from the cuffs thump from her tight pull. Her eyes slammed shut on impact, but I heard the number shoot out of her mouth. “One!”

“What did I tell you, Gina? Eyes open. Look at me while I’m fucking you.”

My dick slammed into her again, knocking the ponytail she’d redone to the side.

“T-T-Two!” she yelled, doing her best to fight the hard impact and concentrate on counting.

I thrust forward three hard times in rapid succession. “Three, four, five,” came out on an exhale that dragged out the end of the word five and made it sound like she was crying.

By the time we’d reached the number fourteen, I’d accepted that Gina liked it rough. She liked the hard, pounding punishment so much, she was about to come. She started begging to come at sixteen,” “Please, Sir. Please!”

Her pleas were ignored as I pushed her to obey my commands.

Three more quick and hard thrusts knocked each hard breath out of her mouth as she suffocated on her deep inhales. Her body hung lopsided, but the cuffs kept her on her back.

“Se…en, Eig…en, Ni…en,” she yelled. Her speech was off, but I gave her credit for the numbers she’d tried to say. “Please, Sir,” she begged as her body trembled with her need to be released.

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