I tied his wrists with a silk scarf he’d got me for my birthday a few weeks ago, looping the material to form a tight bond so he couldn’t wriggle loose.
This was new for us, me being in the dominant position and Chris looking vulnerable. However, whilst he was away a few months ago I was feeling lonely and took out one of the toys he’d bought me and hurriedly went on the internet to entertain myself for a while. Whilst surfing through some porn-sites I stumbled on a video where the man was handcuffed to the bed, the women sat on top of him telling him what a good boy he was.
I kept my video quiet, watching it over and over when Chris was away. But last night, whilst Chris was licking me over and over, it just slipped out. I’d moaned out what a good boy he was, and he liked it. He’d never fucked me so hard in his life, something snapped in him when I uttered those words. Once done he’d asked me what it was about, and I spilled my fantasy. Originally he’d been sceptical, but he was willing to try anything.
So now we were here, Chris led on the bed with just his boxers, hands tired above his head, chest rising as falling rapidly as I sat on his stomach, hands running over the hair that grew in his chest.
“I’m not sure about this.” Chris gulped. I sadly looked at him and nodded, moving to untie his restrains. “Wait wait,” he stopped me and looked into my eyes. “Just…if it gets too much let’s stop, okay baby?”
I smiled and nodded, leaning down quickly to press my lips to his. “Thank you.” I whispered against his lips, kissing over his cheek and down his jaw and neck. He tugged at the restrains.
“You’re welcome, babygirl.” He deeply hummed.
I sucked on his neck and surely left a mark, my hands running over his hard pecks. I grinned against his neck as I tweaked his nipples, tugging on the skin and digging my nails into the sensitive flesh. He curesed under his breath, bucking his hips harshly.
I carried on down and kissed his, now red, nipple. I ran my tongue over the taunt skin before puckering my lips and sucking on it gently. He swore again as I grazed my teeth over his before moving to other nipple and doing the same. All the while he was gently tugging on the restrains, cursing repeatedly as I gave him pleasure.
“Stop teasing Daddy,” I twisted my legs at the use of our name. “Go further down.”
I slid up his body, my nose brushing against his. “I think you’re forgetting something,” I pecked his lips. “I’m in charge tonight Daddy.”
His eyes widened at my words before I pecked his lips again. I began to ground my hips against him, my lacy underwear rubbing against the cotton of his tight boxers. He moaned and tipped his head back, pulling harder on the scarf before looking at me once more.
“You’re gonna pay for this babygirl,” he promised. “Just you wait.”
I giggled and sat him, sitting fully over his crotch and rocking back and forth harder than before. I went back to his nipple, tweaking them again. They looked awfully sore. He hissed and threw his head back again, biceps tensing as his body shook.
I slid down his body once more, my face level with his clothed crotch. He face peered down at me, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead. I leant down and kissed over his cock, letting my tongue poke through the cotton. I led my tongue flat at the base of his cock and licked up, sucking on the underside at the top. His head flopped back as he squirmed underneath me.
“Keep still.” I ordered, and I swear I heard him whimper.
My finger looped around the top of his underwear and exposed his taunt cock, red and weeping with pre-cum. I bit my lip and shuffled up his body, once again sitting on his stomach.
He gazed up at me. “What are you doing?”
I bit my lip. “So far you’ve had all the fun,” he cocked his eyebrow as if to say ‘really, this has been fun?’. “I want my fun.”
I dipped my hand into my own underwear, quickly finding my clit. I swiped over the aching bud, making myself gasp as I began to rock against my own hand. I threw my head back and moaned out Chris’ name, biting down on my lips and dipping a finger into myself. I gasped out, my hand resting on Chris’ chest.
“You know how I feel about you touching yourself in front of me.” Chris growled.
I moved back to my clit. “H-How’s that, Daddy?”
He pulled on the scarf, and I swore I could see a small rip forming. “That I could do it better, that I know your body better than you do and could make you cum twice as hard.” My eyes opened and I looked into his blue ones and whimpered.
“Daddy.” I stammered out, bringing myself to the edge. “I’m close.”
“No way are you cumming babygirl.” He snapped. He pulled his wrists hard, the material weakly ripping under his strength. I screamed as his long arms wrapped around me, flipping my over and pinning my arms above my head.
He moved my wrists to he could hold them with once hand, wrapping his free one around my neck. “I can’t do it baby, can’t let you have control.” He moaned, rubbing his cock against the lace of my underwear. “I’m in charge baby, and I think you need to remember that.”
He pushed my underwear to the side and ran his cock up and down my slick centre, slowing pushing in his head. Without a warning, he rammed into me and I screamed out in pain. His hand tightened around my throat as he pounded into me, the bed creaking under his harsh thrusts.
“I-I was meant to be i-in control.” I squeaked out.
He chucked darkly, picking up his harsh pace. “Yes you were babygirl, but I couldn’t have that. You were enjoying yourself too much.” He stopped talking to let out a deep moan. “Daddy’s in charge here, you listen to me.” He gave a particularly hard push. “No fucking way is my little girl gonna tell me when I can cum, when I can touch her, when I can claim what I own.”
I screamed out. “I’m sorry Daddy! Please, please I’m close Daddy.”
He chuckled again. “So am I.” He let go of my wrists and neck, my arms immediately looping around his neck as I pressed a firm kiss to his lips. “Cum babygirl, come on. I know you can, cum on Daddy’s cock.”
I did as I was told and shook around him, hugging to his body as he awkwardly continued to thrust into me. I was screaming in his ear, and any other time I would’ve been worried about hurting his eardrums, but I was too caught up in the moment to car. I felt Chris stammer inside of me, moaning out a string of curse words and praises before spilling into me.
He stayed inside me for a few minutes, catching his breath before kissing over my shoulder and neck. I whimpered as he drew out of me, his cock now soft. I lay limp underneath him, so he pulled my body to lay on his hard chest. His fingers weaves into my hair, his lips littering kisses over the crown of my forehead.
“Remeber who’s in charge baby.” He tightened his arm around me.
“I remember.” I whispered out, falling into a deep sleep.
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