Take It

You don't knock.

I left the door unlocked. You knew what that meant. When you stepped inside, your breath caught but you didn't hesitate. You never do, not with me.

The room was quiet, low-lit, intentional. My silhouette waited near the edge of the bed, backlit by city glow. I stood in the low light, letting you take me in--my auburn hair falling just below my shoulders in loose, deliberate waves. The leather corset wrapped around me like a second skin, soft but unforgiving, every inch designed to remind you who I am. My thigh-high boots laced tight up my legs over my stickings. But otherwise I'm naked. I don't need to speak. I just watch you and I know. You remember exactly why you came. You froze, just a second too long, and I saw the flicker of nerves behind your eyes.

Good.

"Take off your shirt," I said.

You obeyed.

I don't praise you right away. I let you stand there, exposed and waiting, hands unsure of where to go. I walk a slow circle around you, close enough to graze your skin with my presence and my perfume, but not my touch.

"Now, hands behind your back."

There is a moment--just a breath--where I feel you wrestle with yourself. And then you give in. Fully. Beautifully.

I don't need to bind your wrists to know I have you. You are already mine. But I love the look of your bound wrists and you love the surrender. You feel a handcuff clamp around your right wrist and then your left.

"You want to know what happens next," I say. "You always do."

You nod.

"Words," I remind you.

"Yes," you say, voice strained. I loved the way it cracks, even just a little.

I fit a ball gag over your head and into your mouth. Then, I grab the waistband of your pants and lead you to the bed. There you see laid out a whip, a paddle, anal beads, and a strap on.

I make you sit on the side of the bed as I undo your belt and remove your pants and underwear careful not to even brush your genitals. You arch your cock towards my hand, but it will get no touch from me anytime soon.

I lean you back on the bed and roll you onto your stomach. Your gagged head is turned towards me and I let you watch as I open the lube bottle and begin with the anal beads. I get the beads very wet and I look into your eyes as I push the first one in. Slowly at first. There are 5 in total.  

I push the second one in. Then the third and quickly the fourth.  

You wait on the fifth but it doesn't come. I pull beads four, three, and two back out and roughly push them back in. Over and over while monitoring the discomfort on your face.  Moans of pleasure come from behind the gag.

I stop. You have three beads in your ass. I caress your face. Kiss your forehead and then slip a blindfold over your eyes. I push a pillow under you so your ass is up in the air. You feel the crack of the whip hard against your upper thighs. I hit you again, working my way up to your ass. The welts start to rise. I pause to kiss each welt. And then I begin again. Three more cracks hit your ass. And then silence.

You feel the anal beads come out one by one. Then you feel the lube drip into your asshole. A finger pushes in. And then another. Lubricating every part of your ass. You hear the velcro of the strap on harness as I prepare to fuck you. Then you feel the pressure.  

Slow at first.  

Stretching you open.  

Making sure you've been properly lubed because I am going to fuck you so hard.

I'm fully inside. Holding your hips. Rocking my hips back and forth. You hear the vibrations of the bullet as i drop it into the harness before you feel them. But as I plunge all the way in, you feel the vibrations too.

"Take it," I say as I fuck you raw. Pumping you from behind. But it doesn't take long for me to come. A loud moan escapes my lips as i shudder.

"You are so fucking hot," I say.

I release your handcuffs and tell you to stand next to the bed. Palms flat on the mattress.

You feel the crack of the paddle on your left cheek and you're shocked at how hard I hit you. Before you can process, I hit your right cheek. Hard. Alternating back and forth. The slaps coming faster and faster and louder and louder.  

I stop.

I step closer, brush your jaw with the back of my hand, then tilt your chin up until your eyes meet mine. "Good boy," I murmured. "You took that so well."

You swallowed. I saw it.

You stand still while I guide you. You don't ask questions. You don't flinch when I lay out what's to come--just the tone of my voice is enough to keep you rooted.

You follow every instruction. You let go.

I tell you to lie down on your back. You wince from the pain in your ass cheeks, but comply.  

You feel me kiss your hard cock tenderly. You've been waiting so patiently for touch but now you reach for my hair and I yank your balls. You yelp.

"You do not have permission to touch me yet."

Your hands go back to your sides.

You feel me put headphones into your ears. Our song starts to play. Closer, by Nine Inch Nails. My mouth covers your dick and you're begging me to let you come as the bass fills your ears.

I stop sucking and just take in the sight of you. Fully naked. Gagged, blindfolded, and all mine.  

I return to sucking. Flick my tongue across the tip. Wrap one hand around the shaft and use the other to play with your balls. I push a finger in your ass and allow you to come.

My mouth stays on your dick as your cum pumps into my mouth. I swallow it.  I remove the gag and kiss you so deeply you can taste your own cum.

I take care of your welts and bruises. Softly and gently. And I hold you. i allow you to touch my hair. Run your fingers through it until you fall asleep.  

I whisper something only you get to hear. I hold you as if you'd never been held before.

Because you haven't. Not like this.

And you will never forget that.