As I sit on the bed deeply enthralled in Netflix, he storms in. The angry behind his eyes let's me know that I've done something wrong, I've been really bad. Instead of even trying to plead my case, I prepare for my punishment. Accept it like a good girl. I got on all fours and wait for his rough, firm, and hard hand.
He surprises me by grabbing my ankles and tying them together with a scarf and then tying that scarf to the footboard. He tells me I've been bad; and, I say that I'm only bad for him. He demands that I confess all of my sexual exploits, every nastily freaking thing I've ever done. He knows my baggage, I laid it out for him before. I don't understand what's going on.
He handcuffs my hands to the headboard and reties my feet separately. He sits between my legs and says he's going to torture the answers out of me. I don't know what that means.
He gets up and strips. My body responds and struggles to get free to touch him, lick him, feel him inside me. I thrash about wildly on the bed trying to loosen something up. Nothing works. This is true torture.
He sits back between my legs. He trails the tip of his penis against my clit to the opening of my wetness, back and forth. It drives me insane. I wish I had control of my body so that I could control his. With the ability to slightly angle my hips I could slip him in, get what I want, but my restraints prevent it.
"Beg for it." he says. I beg and plead and do everything but get on my knees, because I can't. He just laughs. He straddles my neck with his thighs, and I struggle to get him in my mouth. Once I manage to get him in and create a rhythm, he moves and takes control. He starts slow stroking my throat. He controls the speed and the deepness and all I can do is lay there. Keep my mouth wet. Move my tongue about when I feel it's safe. When he cums, he shoves his dick as far down my throat as possible. I choke and gag.
"Oh, you like to have your breathing restricted, huh ?" he asks as he takes his dick out my mouth, returning between my legs. I shake my head violently, no. He leans over and bites me ear, my neck, my nipples. He enters me unexpectedly, roughly, stroking forcefully, in and out, quickly. I moan and stretch my legs, wish I could wrap my legs around him and truly match ever thrust. He kisses me deeply then wraps his hands around my neck. My arms are still bound so I can't fight back. I feel weak and vulnerable. I lose all of my power. A heat rides through me like I've never felt before, my legs start shaking and my back protests to arch. That one tear falls out my eyes as he looks down on me still stroking, hands still around my neck. I want to scream as I cum but I can't, and once I've came I just lay on the bed lifelessly.
He lets go of my neck. I gasp for air. He unties me. I sit up in the bed with an evil smirk.
I'm gonna punish the shit out of him as soon as I get some water...
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