How to Disobey

My arms were tied above my head. My legs were spread wide. I lay naked and exposed for him to do as he pleased. I was alone in our room waiting, just waiting. For him, of course. I had done something wrong, disobeyed his orders, not necessarily on purpose, but I did know it was wrong.

I had left my phone at home by accident, but called him as soon as I got to work to let him know. That, he was fine with. It was when I decided to go out for a drink with my coworker and old college friend, Sabrina, that things got a little far from what I was allowed to do.

See, when Sabrina and I would get together in a bar, we'd try our best to empty it out. It'd been like that since we met, and it never ended positively, which was why it was on the 'Do Not Do' list. I didn't think about it, at that moment, that he would be waiting at home for me since I didn't have my phone. I was just thinking of how tired I was, and how good a margarita sounded. We called an Uber from work, leaving our cars in the parking lot, and headed towards the bar Sabrina had been raving about for months.

I didn't remember much from the night after ordering a second margarita. I'm sure we danced a bit, we always danced, but not much else. I was not even sure how I got home. I just woke up, tied to my bed, with serious dry mouth and serious regret. I'd been in this position for what felt like hours. My arms had gone numb in their position, and I was starting to get restless. I knew he was in the house, I could hear him in the kitchen just making noise so that I would know he was there. I was just going to go back to sleep. It was not the first time I'd slept in this position, and it wouldn't be the last. I rested my head on the pillow below me and drifted off.

I felt something, or someone, standing over me, and I slowly opened my eyes to see David standing over me. His dark brown eyes staring right into mine. His strong jaw locked into place, and his plump lips in a straight frown, the one he did when was disappointed. Shit. I was in for it.

I gave him a smile, and tried to give him puppy-dog eyes, but he just shook his head. He sat next to me on the bed, and leaned across my torso so he was eye to eye with me, without touching a single part of me.

"Good afternoon, Mia. Now that you're finally awake from your night of binging, you can explain to me what happened." His voice was tight but soft. He was pissed, but was still trying to give me a chance to tell him myself to lessen the blow.

I was still groggy and to talk about what I couldn't even remember seemed daunting. I knew if I said nothing, it would just make things worse, but to say anything was just as annoying. I hadn't seen Angry David in a while, maybe bringing him out would be a fun way to start the weekend. Just the thought of him going rough on me made my pussy tingle. Pain was a type of pleasure too, wasn't it?

"Since you already seem to know, what's the point in spelling it out?" I said, with a bit of a bite in my words. I looked him square in the eyes and watched as they darkened with anger. I had to hold back a smile of victory because even though I was teasing him, I didn't want to push too far.

He cocked his eyebrow and leaned closer to me, our lips almost touching. I could feel his breath cascading over my lips, as he breathed, trying to control his anger.

"Try again," he whispered into my mouth, and for a moment, I reveled in the smell of his freshly brushed teeth. I wanted to lean up and kiss him, but stopped myself.

Instead, I placed a smug smile on my face and whispered back, "Not a chance."

Before I could even blink again, he was on top of me. His right hand was wrapped in my hair and the other was around my neck. The shock caught in my throat, as his grip with both hands increased. I felt my vision begin to shake and could stop the chuckle from escaping.

"God, you're such a slut," David said, loosening his grip on my throat, letting air refill my lungs. He moved his hand to my chest. His dull nails were scratching my skin until he reached my tits. He went straight for the nipple, pinching and pulling until they stood up straight towards the ceiling.

I moaned at the treatment, licking my lips at the pleasure his fingers were giving me. "I like it when you touch me like that," I moaned again, sticking my chest out more for him to play with.

"It's so hard to punish a whore," he smirked, and pulled my nipple again. "She enjoys all the bad things I do to her--"

"Even my little cunt is dripping," I interrupted, and he dropped his hands from my body, and moved from the bed. I could still feel the warmth where his hands had been on me. I reveled in it, knowing I wouldn't feel it much for the rest of the day.

He came back with his favorite toy-- the 'O' gag. I called it his favorite because it would stop me from making coherent sentences, and turn my mouth into a drooling hole for him to fuck.

I had no complaints.

I opened my mouth, in anticipation, as he came closer.

"What do you do when this is in your mouth?" His voice was serious, and he moved the few stray hairs off of my face. Having him worry about me made me even more excited for him to destroy me.

I turned my head to the right and shook it three times. It was our safe action for when my mouth was occupied. He nodded, and I opened my mouth again. He placed the ring in my mouth and placed the strap behind my head, the ring pulling my lips back and my mouth open. I couldn't stop the laughter from exiting my mouth. I was so giddy to be used by him.

David stood over me, his cock already hard. He always played like he hated me disobeying, but he loved it as much as I did. Stroking his length, slowly lathering his thick cock in the dripping pre-cum that was about to coat my mouth. I was already drooling, my mouth ready for this treat.

"I can see that eager look in your eye, you little brat," he said, moving closer, lining up his cock with my open mouth. "You better make me cum."

I nodded my head and stuck my tongue out ready for his cock. Laying the tip of his cock on my tongue, I licked around trying to get more inside. A dark laugh from above made me even more eager to have the whole thing. I tried to move forward, but my arms held me in place. He was just far enough away that I couldn't get more than the tip in my mouth. I tried to close my lips around the tip, sucking and licking as much as I could. He tasted so good-- bitter but sweet.

I wanted more, though; I stretched my neck capturing more and more of his shaft in my mouth without hurting myself. His cock was going deeper into my mouth, filling me up. I didn't even realize that he was moving closer, feeding more of the dick I craved. Soon, he was at the back of my throat, pushing in further. I took a breath and looked up at him. His dark eyes were watching my every move. I felt a tingle in my pussy. I loved how he watched me, his eyes pushing me to go further, to be a good girl, and to please him.

I moved more, taking his cock down my throat slowly; letting my gag reflex numb to the cock filling my throat. As I reached the base, the scent of Irish body wash and pure man-stink filled my nose. I moaned excitedly. Looking up, he winked at me, and I slowly backed off his cock before plunging back down on it-- taking the whole cock down my throat, licking the underside, and tracing the single vein that went from tip to base.

Pulling me off to breathe, he wrapped a hand in my hair and bent down to be eye level. His eyes were full of lust and he spit right into my mouth.

"Stick that tongue out," he growled, and I did what he said. He plunged his cock right into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, but laughed as the feeling went right to my nipples like lightning.

I was no longer his girlfriend but his sex-toy for him to cum in. I was being used the way a good toy should. He wasn't slowing down or stopping until he came, and I could feel it. The grip on my hair, and the rapid motion of his hips, was driving me insane. I wanted nothing more than to be his toy and have him cum down my throat. I was moaning and gagging and drooling all over his cock, as he pushed deeper into me.

He held his cock in my throat, making me struggle around him before I began to breathe from my nose, then pulling out just to plunge back in again.

"I like when you struggle, your mouth-pussy gets tighter."

He pounded into me a few more times, groaning as the spit flew from my mouth. Then he plunged back in, leaving his cock deep in my throat. I paused and swallowed around the large intrusion, and tried to focus my breathing, but he pinched my nose.

My eyes shot up, but he just nodded slightly. Trying not to panic, I focused on the feeling of the cock in my mouth. The hot member gently pulsed because of the pleasure I was giving it. I wiggled my tongue and he moaned above me. I smiled around the gag.

Taking his cock out, a single string of my slutty spit was still connecting us together. Delicious air filled my lungs and I felt a gentle hand pat my head. I was breathing hard, but I wanted more-- I wanted cum. I looked up at him and nodded my head so he knew I wanted to continue. He let me catch my breath, lightly rubbing his tip over my lips as I returned to normal.

Taking the tip back into my mouth, I bobbed my head, slowly taking the full length back into my mouth. Starting up, I kept eye contact with him as I began to move back, making sure to suck as hard as I could, letting the drool spill from my mouth. I tongued the tip, remembering the slit made his knees weak. I focused all my attention there. I was rewarded with moans and growls, as I flattened my tongue to cover the head.

"Such a good slut," he said, his fingers massaging my scalp. He pushed his cock past my tongue again, not stopping until my face was smashed up against his stubbly pelvis, forcing me to breathe in his delicious aroma.

He continued plunging in and out of my throat, making me moan around him. I could feel his throb each time he got deep. Then he moved, placing his foot behind my head and grabbing the top of my head, and began going full force into my throat. Each thrust was hitting deeper and deeper. You could only hear the sound of his heavy breathing and the guk-guk of my throat. I was in heaven, his cock was filling me up and I had nowhere to go. I could feel him speeding up, ready for the finalé. My spit was dripping down my throat, and I could hear the familiar moans of him ready to cum.

His balls were slapping my chin, and I wanted nothing more than to suck them, too. I wanted it-- I wanted the cum. I was moving my tongue and bobbing my head as he fucked into my mouth.

Cum. Cum. Cum. That was all I could think of. All I wanted.

Then he pulled out, and stood on the bed. I was stunned. His hard cock was red and rock hard, ready to cum, dangling right in front of me. He turned around and started to jerk off. All I could see was his sweaty back and toned ass in front of me. He was moaning and the wet sound of his cock filled the room. The shower of cum rained down on my legs as I watched his ass clench. The warm cum splatters were dripping down my leg, as he stepped down from the bed and stood by my head. His then-limp cock teasing me even more.

"Only good girls get cum," he said, with a dark smile on his lips. I lay, stunned, as he walked away and came back with a warm towel. Wiping me off, he began to hum, and the calmness of his actions only made my loins ache more. I didn't get to cum or even have his cum. I was a bad girl. The thought echoed through my head, as he untied me. First, taking the gag off, and then my legs and once my arms were free, I quickly wrapped them around him, and he pulled me into his chest.

"Are you going to be good from now on?"

I nodded into his chest, wrapping my legs around his torso so that we were touching as much as possible.

"No more backtalk right?"

I nodded, listening to the sweet music of his heartbeat.

"Liar," he laughed, the rumbling vibrating my body.

I nodded again.

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