His hands grip my hips, pulling me down onto the growing bulge in his jeans and grinding me against him. I break the kiss with a shuttering sigh. My eyes open to meet the intense, inquisitive stare. He pulls me back and forth over his jeans clad cock, over and over, watching my every reaction. A few more times and then he leans forward, one hand gripping the back of my neck and pulling me into a biting kiss. The words come out between the breath we share and I come undone,
"Come for me, right now."
And I do, a shuttering, earth shattering, orgasm that renders me boneless in his lap. His biting kisses trail down my neck and to my shoulder where his teeth dig into my skin. His hand moves from the back of my neck to trace the lining of my corset, moving to the strings on the back. Pulling my boneless body off of his with the strings of my corset, drawing my attention,
"None of that now, pet, I have plans for you." His finger trails from just below my eye to circle around my lips before tracing their way down my chin, tapping it before saying, "Go and fetch me the rope, little slave, and your box of everything else too, I want everything you have to choose from."
With my little box of treasures in hand I come back into the living room, sitting them on the couch before kneeling next to him in the chair again. He stands up and walks around to the box holding my coils of black ropes, clothes pins, flogger, riding crop, candles, belts that I have found work best, wooden spoons, gags, blindfolds, duct tape, the various sexy toys, and pre made labels. He orders me to stand up and strip and I am pretty sure this is the first time I have blushed in a very long time. The idea of him seeing all of me is almost more than I can handle. I know that he has seen, well, everything, but it is different like this. My body acts out of instinct. I don't have to give it permission because he did and it seems to know this as I stand on shaky legs and shaky fingers undo the clips on the pouches and then the zipper on the side of my corset, letting it drop to the floor. My eyes stay on the ground, but my hands continue their work, pulling my thong down and stepping out of it. I bend over to undo all of the bells and whistles on the boots but he stops me with a firm,
"Leave them, stand up and let me look at you."
I stand up, willing my arms to stay at my sides and not try to cover all of the little places that I don't like. His appreciative growl is all I need to stand a little taller and bask in his perusal of, well, everything. Each step brings him closer and I watch as he pulls my arms behind my back, still and quiet as he silently ties me the way that I know he's wanted to for a long time. When my wrists are tied to my elbows and he's satisfied with the tie, he pushes me over the seat of the couch, tying my ankles to my thighs, leaving me spread and open and completely vulnerable. He grips and caresses and plays over the hills and valleys of me. Hands cup my breasts and squeeze only to slide down my sides squeezing and pulling my cheeks apart before cupping my wet and aching sex to then slide up my back, keeping my senses alert and on edge.
Seeming satisfied with his discoveries he steps away. I moan in protest, which is probably what he wanted, I realize, as he straps the black gag into my mouth. His hand cracks across my ass, pulling a growl from my throat. The tools that are laid out next to me don't seem to hold any interest for him as he pulls a decorative pillow from its home and slides it between my thighs. His rasped voice draws my eyes to his face,
"Your little slut cunt is going to need something to rub against as I strike you with my belt. If you come though, my little fuckslave, I will not fuck you. I will not let you taste me, I will not let you touch me. I will jerk myself off and I will make you watch me. I will come on your face and hair and tits and you will not get to taste it. So be cautious, pet, with your grinding."
I glare at him, hard, my garbled, "fucking bastard." Is obviously audible enough for him to make it out because his barked laugh is almost louder than the sound of the belt lighting fire across my ass. The shift forward rubbing my pussy across the upholstered pillow. He knows this will be next to impossible for me, seeing as how I had just come a short while before, which starts the equivalent of a chain reaction for me. The belt wooshes through the air again and again, my wet cunt rubbing across the pillow over and over.
My hips move involuntarily at this point, the animal part of my brain taken over and I'm running on instinct. Tears stream down my cheeks and I think I am begging him to please fuck me, but it is really hard to focus enough to know. The surface of the pillow is soaking wet. My muted and muffled cries only encourage him. Each blow with the belt puts me that much closer to failure, keeping myself from coming is the only thing that I can focus on. The need to feel and need to taste him is enough that I am willing to endure whatever it takes at this point. The sound of the metal and leather hitting the ground makes me sob into the gag, the feel of his body pressing mine into the couch is just about the best feeling in the world. The feel of him taking his clothes off behind me makes me calm some.
With all of his clothes gone, his skin touches mine everywhere, cock nestled in the cleft of my ass, his hands running over the rope that binds me. My struggling against the rope rubs his cock up and down the crease of my blistered cheeks and we both moan at the sensation. One of his arms wraps around my neck and pulls my bound body from the couch to press my back to his chest, the other positions his cock between my thighs. He slides through my juices a couple of times, but not enough for any real lubrication. Really it is just enough to let me know what he is about to do. His free arm moves the pillow from between my legs and then he's pushing himself against my ass. My eyes are squeezed shut and my breathing is choppy, which are two things that aren't allowed the gruff order,
"Open your fucking eyes, little slave, I want to see what I do to you and you are going to show me. This is going to hurt, I want to see it. I want to watch your agony, I want to feel it when it when I rip you open. And I want to see it when you fucking love it as much as I do."
With that my eyes find his and I watch as his eyes as he forces himself into me. I watch the pleasure in his squinted eyes as he owns me. As he takes what is his. My eyes stay on his face as he pulls himself almost all of the way out, only to force himself even deeper the next time and the time after that. Saliva and tears mix together to run down my face and drip onto his arm, but it only seems to excite him further. His mouth kisses my gagged one and his tongue sips my tears as he tears into me. I can feel him getting close, movements becoming jerky and his breathing accelorates. The order is gritty with arousal when he tells me,
"Come with me, pet, right now."
The first warm jets of come in my ass make my eyes roll in the back of my head. My orgasm tears a scream from my throat that mixes with his growls of pleasure. He pulls himself from me to come on my back and thighs, the final marking of what was so thoroughly owned. His exhausted body falls over mine, pressing me into the couch.
Once we have collected ourselves a little he unties me, carrying my limp body to the shower where we clean off before depositing our exhausted bodies in bed.