“So you keep saying,” I whispered. “But look at where we are. Look at where we’ve ended up. Maybe this could be our way, Andy. If only you could see how beautiful you are like this, it really does suit you.”
“Are you fucking done?” he said, pulling at the chain.
I let out a low laugh. “Not even fucking close.”
I got to my feet, stepping away for a clearer vantage point. My fucking God, he was magnificent. The muscles in his shoulders were tight from the strain of holding position, but his legs had all but given up the ghost. His thighs were twitchy and veined with adrenaline, a fight or flight reaction that had no-fucking-where to go. He was far from broken, and so fucking far from submissive that the very idea itself was laughable, but fuck was he hot like this. He deserved it. He fucking deserved all of it.
His thighs were criss-crossed red on pink, and his ass was purpling nicely. The cut was still open, dribbling a line of blood down his battered skin. Fucking gorgeous. I took a deep breath and positioned myself between his legs, running my hands up over the welted flesh to follow the glorious curve of his hips as it dipped into his waist.
“I’d love to fuck you like this, pretty boy,” I said. “Grease up a nice big fucking dildo and plough your ass so deep you’d cry like a baby.” I thrust my crotch against his bruises, and he cursed expletives under his breath. “I could take it slow if you asked nicely,” I said grinding into him. “It could feel so fucking good if you let it. All you have to do is break for me.”
He twisted his neck to glare daggers at me over his shoulder. “No fucking chance, Faye. I’m no fucking submissive. Get on with what you’re fucking doing, or let me out of these fucking cuffs.”
“Spoilsport.” I dropped to my knees and spread him wide enough to see the dirty little ring of his asshole. He clenched tight before my eyes, and I smiled to myself. “Just a taste, then,” I whispered. “I bet you taste so fucking good.”
He groaned as my tongue found the spot. I dug at him, squirming my way just inside the tight ring of muscle. He wouldn’t let me in far, but it didn’t matter. He was bound and sore and vulnerable, and fucking delicious.
“More,” I murmured. “Open up for me, pretty boy.”
“No,” he hissed. “If you want to play anal we’ll do it the other way around. Let me out andI’llshowyouhow fucking good it can feel.”
“Nice try,” I laughed. “But not today, Andy. Not fucking today. In fact, I could keep you here all week, couldn’t I? As long as I fed you, and you had a bucket to shit in. I’d even clean your peachy little arsehole for you, my darling.”
“Stop being fucking stupid and get on with it. You’re fucking boring me.”
“Boring? Moi? Tut fucking tut, pretty boy.” I peppered his skin with soft kisses, loving how the ridged flesh felt against my lips. “I want to see you bleed,” I whispered, no longer sure if I was talking to him or myself. I slid my fingers between my legs, and my clit was so tender it sent wonderful sparks dancing down my thighs. Lust was a heady swirl behind my eyes, demanding more. I picked out a particularly raised welt on his ass, at the juncture of several well placed cane stripes. The purpling was so pronounced, so close to breaking through. It would take just a little coaxing, a little more beautiful pain. I clamped my mouth onto the sweet spot and sucked and his legs came back to life, straightening out as he registered what I was doing. I slipped a hand under to his cock, and he calmed as I worked it, long slow jerks of pleasure to counteract the pain. I opened wide, sucking tender flesh into my mouth, and he groaned, how he fucking groaned. I heard his first proper wail as I bit down, a genuine cry that set my clit on fucking fire. I pulled away with puffy lips, and the result was perfection. My teeth marks pooled with blood, my smudged lipstick framed them like a work of art. “That will last more than a fucking week,” I said.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “Did you just draw fucking blood? Jesus, Faye, I didn’t have you down for some batshit fucking vamp. What the fuck did that stupid cunt teach you in fucking Venice?”
“This isn’t him,” I said. “This is all me.” I savoured one last lick before I got to my feet, and I was too wound up to think straight, too horny to fucking breathe. I unbuttoned my blouse, reaching inside the lace cups of my bra to twist my nipples. They sparked like lightning and took my breath away. Yes. I needed this. “I need to come,” I hissed. “And you’re going to make me.”
“Let me out, then,” he snapped. “We can switch this up a bit, I think you’ve got some fucking comeuppance due.”
“No,” I laughed. “Not this week. This week you’re mine.” The words hit me in my gut, and it felt good. He was all mine. Mine to control, mine to command, mine to fucking hurt. I took the cane in my hand, and he flinched as he caught sight of it. “So much I could do,” I said. “So much Iwantto do.”
I kicked his ankles apart until his legs were wide, then tapped the cane lightly against his balls. He really did flinch then, wriggling in his bonds like a fish on a line.
“Don’t be crazy,” he snarled. “I fucking need those.”
“Relax,” I said. “I’ve got no interest in rendering you incapable. There’s no fucking fun in that.”
I ran the tip of the cane up between his ass cheeks, and he roared like a fucking animal as it found its target. I pressed in gently, just enough for the tip to force its way inside and he tightened around it. “Yes,” I smiled. “Fuck, I want to take you.” I wriggled it around, just an inch, and loved the way he huffed and squirmed. “But not today.”
I pulled it out and he wasted no time. He twisted in his chains, and in a heartbeat he’d flipped himself onto his back. His cock stood proud, an impressive veiny shaft, swollen thick and ready to fucking go.
There was even less slack in the handcuffs than he’d had previously, and his wrists were crossed tight. I didn’t have long, not before he’d start cramping up. Time to make the most of it.
“I want to come,” I hissed. “I’m so fucking wet, Andy, it’s not even fucking funny.” I hitched up my skirt and spread my legs, pulling aside my panties so he could see my pussy. I watched his cock twitch, and smiled. “You’re going to make me come so hard.”
I put a knee on the desk alongside him, pulling myself up and over. I shifted myself to face his feet, straddling his head with my thighs and lowering my pussy onto his face. I pulled the fabric of my panties to the side. “Lick me,” I said. “Now.”
He growled as his mouth opened, and his tongue was straight on target, warm and wet and perfectly fucking skilled. I braced myself, my palms on his thighs as I ground my sopping cunt onto him. “Yes!” I moaned. “Fucking hell, yes!” I wriggled and jerked, squirming as he sucked my throbbing clit between his lips, and his cock was too inviting, too fucking tempting to ignore.
I took him in my mouth, and he was already dripping. He bucked up at me, and I took it, I took him as deep as he would go, moaning around his length as he drove me close to orgasm. I sucked him until I was out of air, then took him in hand instead. I wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t care to be, gripping tight and jerking him with brutal strokes. Still he bucked, still he wanted it.
“Fuck,” I groaned pressing onto his face. “I’m going to fucking come, and you’d better fucking come with me.”
He bucked harder and I ground my sopping pussy faster, and the world became a blur of rage and pain and dirty fucking sex. I crested, and it was so fucking intense that I saw stars. My body twitched and juddered, legs trembling as I exploded. One final buck and he was gone too. Hard, thick jets of cum splattered my tits and his perfect abs, and his thighs were shaking, breath ragged and hot against my fluttering clit.