Page 346 of S is for SEX

VEE. “Don’t you dare touch my pussy, you big dumb fucker,” I grunted as I attempted to look up, my chin tight against the comforter.

My butt muscles tensed as I felt his hand move up my inner thigh. As his finger slid into my pussy, it was apparent just how wet I had become as he restrained me. A month ago, I had purchased expensive leather wrist restraints, ankle restraints, and every chain, fastener, furry leopard print sleeve, paddle, and dildo the store had available. Everything had remained in my closet in a bag since I had purchased them.

Until now.

Now, I was stretched out on my bed, face down and naked. My arms were stretched to eleven o’clock and one o’clock, and my legs to about four o’clock, and eight. I felt helpless, and the feeling filled me to my core. The satisfaction I obtained as I pulled against the restraints was one of absolute helplessness.

And absolute satisfaction.

I felt Michael’s chest against my back, pressing me into the bed. One hand clenched a fistful of my hair while the other continued to finger my soaking wet pussy.

“You’re fucked now. You couldn’t get away if you wanted to,” his breath against the back of my neck caused me to shiver.

Holy fuck, I like this.

A lot.

I pulled against the restraints. The best I was able to manage was to tense my muscles. No movement at all was possible with any of my limbs; my legs and arms were stretched to the point that my knees and elbows were locked. I buried my face in the comforter and grunted as he fingered me.

This is exactly where I belong.

“Don’t you dare fuck me, asshole,” I groaned as I lifted my face from the blanket.

He pulled my hair taught until my neck arched and I was facing straight ahead. I groaned in pain as he held my hair in his fist. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as his fingers brought me to climax.

“Fuck you, I’ll do whatever I want and you can’t do a fucking thing about it,” he breathed against my right ear.

I felt his cock against my inner thigh as he grunted in my ear.

“Don’t you dare,” I groaned as he pulled my hair farther, his fist resting against the small my back.

“You mother fucker let go of my hair,” I groaned as tears ran down my cheeks.

I pulled against the restraints and attempted unsuccessfully to kick my legs. Incapable of moving as tightly as I was bound, all I was able to do was wiggle. His weight pressing down on my back, and my hair in his hand, I was truly helpless.

“Fuck…” he paused as his fingers slid from my wet pussy.

You,” he pressed his chin into the side of my neck and breathed into my ear.

I felt his massive cock begin to penetrate my pussy. As soon as the tip was inside of me, he grunted and forced himself inside until I could feel his balls against my clit. My groans were muffled as he released my hair and pushed against the back of my head, smashing my face deep into the comforter.

Oh God yes.

This.

This is what I want.

“How do you like being full of that big cock, little girl?” he growled as he pushed my face into the comforter and began fucking me with more force.

I groaned and slobbered as he pounded himself in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

Holy fuck, I’m not going to last, this is too much.

I raised my head as I felt my pussy start to contract. As soon as I opened my mouth, I began to groan a moan of sheer ecstasy. The sound echoed through the sparsely furnished bedroom as he continued to shove me full of his fat cock.

Being with Michael and becoming satisfied with him sexually had very little to do with his cock, and almost everything to do with his presence. Having him on top of me - holding me down with his weight and muscle - caused me to feel small, weak, and like a woman. Absolutely nothing else, when he was on top of me, mattered. I was who I yearned to be - a woman under the control of the man I loved.

“Holy fuuuuuccckkkk!” I groaned.

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