I propose a bit of fun bondage after we finish smoking a little. To fuzzy and pliable it doesn’t take you much to agree.
I take my tie off and wrap it playfully over your eyes. Then my belt gets wrapped around your wrists pulling your arms tightly behind your back, making your chest puff out displaying it nicely.
I position myself behind you spreading your legs wide apart so that they are an easy target for the vibrator wand I bought for such an occasion.
I set up a laptop and a webcam in front of you and flip the camera on secretly.
I press the wand against your clit and feel your breath get heavy as the feeling builds and right as you are on the edge of orgasm I pull it away. Pinching and teasing your nipples painfully.
“You don’t think you will get to cum so easily do you?”
Over and over I edge you whipping you up into a frenzy before dashing your hopes again and again until you are drooling and soaking the bed.
“There is one way I let you cum”
I undo the blindfold and reveal the laptop running a live stream and the viewer count shows over a thousand viewers. Hearts spamming in the chat like a constant stream.
“I want you to cum while all of them watch”
I press the wand against you aggressively this time. Making the final inevitable push towards orgasm. You struggle at first trying to find any way out of this and to hide yourself. But you quickly realize there isn’t and resign yourself to your fate.
Watching the viewers rise higher and higher. The thought of so many people seeing you cum makes your body begin to shake as the orgasm sweeps through your whole body. It’s powerful even causing you to gush a little on the head of the vibrator.
You collapse back into my arms humiliated knowing how exposed you just were.
Brushing your hair “oh silly one did you really think you had so many viewers your first time streaming?”
“This time the stream was fake and nobody was watching. But based on how hard you came. I think we might need to turn you into a camstar.”
You are relieved but somehow you know something broke in your mind. A seed has been planted that can’t be tilled. You have a kink for being watched now and can’t get the idea of having that many people actually see you that exposed or worse.
"are you touching yourself for me already ? good girl. don't be gentle."
"i want you to rub your clit, and i want you to rub it hard and fast. don't stop, not even when it starts to hurt."
"that's it, i can hear your wet little cunt on the phone. what a messy, desperate sound."
"you're going to cum for me. and then you're going to keep going. i want you to cum until it's painful, until you're sobbing."
"don't you dare slow down. your fingers don't stop moving until i say so. understood ?"
"i can hear you shaking, my sweet angel. are you crying already ? we've barely even started."
"each orgasm is going to hurt more than the last. i want you to feel the pain, i want you to feel the pleasure blending into one agonizing yet blissful ache."
"your body is mine to play with, even through the phone. i'll decide when you've had enough."
"you're going to give me one more. and then another. keep going, darling. show me what a good overstimulated slut you can be for me."
"don't hang up. i want to listen to you cum repeatedly till i'm satisfied."
kissing every mark, scar, tattoo, & curve of their gorgeous body while your hands greedily dig into the soft plush parts of their build. whispering praise against their skin with every kiss, sharp lil nips of teeth as an accent. finding the spots that make their brain fuzzy.
I need someone to spank my cunt with a paddle before targeting my clit with a riding crop until I cry. The thought of seeing the leather get wet has me dripping…
And then after it all you sooth my aching pussy with your mouth, forcing me to cum even as my body can’t decide if it feels good or hurts more
hate sex with tt!aerion in the 're-start' of your relationship (spitting and spanking lol) ⋆.˚
when you first begin seeing eachother again after leaving him for boarding school all those years ago, he is not yet ready to admit how much he missed you and how much you had hurt him….
he’s got you bent over the edge of the mattress, chest pressed against the sheets while he drills into you from behind. the sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the room, loud and wet, and he’s absolutely loving every second of it. he isn't holding back one bit, treating you exactly like the spoiled brat he thinks you are.
"you think you're such a princess huh?," he growls, his grip tightening in your hair as he pulls your head back. "but nah, look at you, soaking my cock like a bitch in heat.”
he smacks your ass, the sting radiating through your whole body. smack. smack. he does it again, harder this time, and you can feel the heat rising on your skin.
"you like that?" he sneers, his breath hot against the back of your neck. "you like being treated like spoiled bitch?"
he shifts his weight and wraps his arm around your throat in a tight headlock, cutting off your air just a little bit while he keeps thrusting. it’s a rough, possessive hold that leaves you gasping and clawing at his forearm. he leans in, pressing his lips right against your ear, kissing you condescendingly in wet smooches.
“prissy rich girl, always thinking you're better than everyone else huh? huh baby?" he coos, his voice dropping to a dirty, low rumble.
“better than you- dirty disgusting pig-” you manage to whimper out,
he lets out a low, guttural laugh that vibrates right against your ear, the sound mixing with the wet slap of his hips against you.
he tightens his arm around your neck, forcing your head back further and pressing his lips right against the shell of your ear. he shifts his hand down, rubbing you roughly, mercilessly, on your throbbing clit.
"you're not wrong" he hisses, "i am a dirty, disgusting pig, and i'm gonna pump my dirty disgusting spunk right up in this princess pussy-"
he snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt with a brutal thrust that makes you see stars. he feels you clenching around him, milking him, and he groans in approval.
"d-don’t you dare aerion-" you manage to choke out, your voice breathless and shaky. you reach back with one hand, digging your fingernails into his forearm,
"yeahhh, take it," he commands, his voice dropping to a sneer. “take my cum-”
you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and it pisses you off that he’s making you feel this good when you're supposed to be hating him.
then suddenly, he pulls back, letting you out of the headlock, to spit right onto your ass, the hot, wet fluid landing exactly where he wants it. he watches it slide down with every thrust and then smacks your ass right where the glossy spit is just to smear it all over your ass cheek.
you bite your lip to hold back a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction. instead, you look back over your shoulder at him with fire in your eyes and spit right back at his face.
"fuck you, aerion," your voice defiant.
he laughs, a low, dark rumble of amusement at your defiance. "oh, we're spitting at each other now?" he muses, his eyes glinting with dangerous amusement.
“you started it asshole-”
and before you can react, his hand shoots out, grabbing your jaw in a bruising grip. he stops his punishing thrusts, leaving you aching and stretched for a moment as he forces your face toward his.
without warning, he spits directly into your mouth, "swallow," he commands, his thumb pressing against your throat as if he can force the action physically. when you don't immediately comply, he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "i said swallow."
as you finally force yourself to comply, he releases your face with a satisfied smirk. "stupid girl…" resuming his brutal pace, somehow even deeper than before, each thrust punctuated by the wet sounds of your combined fluids and the sharp slap of skin against skin.
"you're just low-life trailer trash trash with no class who thinks he owns me. you're the one who's desperate for this, so stop pretending you're doing me a favor."
you want to spit back another insult, but his thumb finds your clit again, circling with merciless precision. your defiance melts into a helpless moan as pleasure builds rapidly, threatening to overwhelm you completely.
"trailer trash that popped your cherry…"
his words hit you like a physical blow, freezing the breath in your lungs. the casual, cruel reminder of a night you cherished shatters your composure completely. your body, already traitorously responding to his touch, clenches around him at the memory.
"fuck you," you choke out, but the words lack their earlier fire. they sound desperate.
aerion's smirk widens, triumphant. "already am, baby. and from the feel of it, you're remembering just how much you liked it the first time too."
his thumb presses harder against your clit, moving in relentless circles that make your toes curl. your mind screams at you to fight, to push him away, but your body arches back into him, seeking more of the pleasure only he seems able to give you.
"tell me you hate me," he demands, his voice dropping to that low, dangerous register that makes your stomach clench. "say it while you're cumming on my cock…”
the humiliation of his words, combined with the overwhelming sensations, becomes too much. your orgasm rips through you with violent intensity, your back bowing as a strangled cry escapes your lips.
it's pleasure and pain and shame all rolled into one devastating wave….
being told to take that cock while you’re pinned and getting fucked is so hot cause it’s not an ask or praise, it’s an outright demand. they’re inside you, pounding your cunt so hard and slamming into you that you can barely catch your breath and you quite literally have no choice but to take it. the phrase is a mockery, made to remind you to lay there and submit, let your cunt do what it does best
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