Own Me

Or maybe partially because of them. I’ve never had a guy use me like this before, unashamedly taking his pleasure from me. It’s hot as hell, to know that I turn him on so much he spends hours thinking of what he’ll do to me next, how he’ll tie me up and use me again.

I feel the head of his cock press against my pussy, and I tense, anticipating another tease, another moment when he leads me on.

Instead, without warning, he thrusts deep into me, all at once. This time, my moan is all pleasure, my eyes fluttering half-closed as I take him inside me at last. His cock feels amazing, thicker than I imagined, stretching my pussy almost to the brink of pain. And yet I can take him all the way in; I feel the tip of his head reach my cervix, scraping along my walls the whole way in, and I twist my hips back and forth as much as I can with the restraints on me, savoring the feel of him.

“Fucking hell, Cor…” he murmurs through gritted teeth. When my eyes dart to his face, he’s half-zoned out too, his eyes unfocused, lips parted as he enjoys this sensation as much as I do.

He pulls back out of me, slowly, drawing this out. I don’t mind. I’m lost in the feeling, clenching my pussy hard around his cock so I can feel every inch of his cock. He pauses at my entrance again, with only the head inside me, then slams in again, harder this time. My body bucks against the bed, and a groan rises in my throat. For the first time since he tied me up, I wish I didn’t have these restraints. I wish I could wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up to meet him, move with him as he fucks me.

But that’s not how Gio wants it. He wants our first time to be all in his control–and I’m happy to submit.

His hands settle around my hips, holding me tight as he fucks me harder. I can feel each of his fingers digging into my skin, the bite of his nails. His balls slap against my ass each time he thrusts into me, and it’s hot as hell watching his face go hungry, wild.

I moan, and it makes him stiffen against me, his whole body pausing for a moment, his cock buried in me. He reaches up to pull my hair, using it for leverage as he shifts his hips to fuck me at a slightly different angle. I can feel him scraping the walls of my pussy with each thrust, and I want more, I don’t want him to stop.

But of course, it’s Gio, so he’s going to do whatever it takes to drive me wild. Without warning, he pulls out, and I gasp in protest. He grabs my body and flips me around, so I’m lying on my back instead, my hands and feet pinned beneath me, knees spread so he has easy access to me.

“I need to taste you,” he pants, his body glistening with sweat. He drops to his knees between mine, and his tongue delves into the cleft where his cock was a second ago. I pant, my breath coming faster as he circles his tongue up around my clit, then back into my pussy, tasting my juices, spearing me with his tongue.

Pretty soon, my head falls back against the sheets as another orgasm rushes up on me. I cry out, weakly, not able to do much more than that, tied as I am. My pussy spasms as he tongues me to a climax, and as my muscles are still clenching and releasing involuntarily, spurned into action by his talented tongue, Gio stands back up and thrusts his cock inside me again.

Both of us cry out this time, though his is guttural, an animal growl. My pussy feels tighter than ever around him from that orgasm, and he feels so fucking big inside me. He arches his hips back, angles himself so that his pelvis scrapes my clit every time he thrusts completely inside me, and his cock drags along the front wall of my pussy, right over my G-spot.

I’m already sensitive from coming twice so far, and it doesn’t take long before my body starts to quiver again, the intensity building as Gio fucks me relentlessly. My hips arch up toward his, my belly tightening as he pounds into me. My head falls to the side, my neck stretched, as a low moan builds in my throat, and turns into a desperate keen as I reach my peak again.

“That’s it, slut,” he growls. “Come for me. Come on my cock.”

I’m glad he ordered me to, because I couldn’t stand to wait for permission this time. I come hard and fast, but Gio doesn’t even slow down or miss a beat. He continues to fuck me, even as I writhe against my bonds, lost in ecstasy.

“That’s it, my beautiful slut,” he whispers, voice low with desire. “You fucking love this, don’t you? You love giving up control.”

“Yes, sir,” I moan.

Before I can recover or even catch my breath, Gio scoops me off the bed and lifts me up. “You’re so gorgeous when you come. You like coming for me, don’t you?”

I’m still bound, still helpless, but I weigh next to nothing for him. It’s easy for him to carry me a few steps to the wall, pin me against it, and continue to thrust into me, standing. “You want to come again, slut?”

I moan the closest thing to a yes that I can manage.

My knees wrap around either side of his waist, and I grip him tightly, even though my ankles and wrists are still bound behind me. I’ve never been fucked standing up before, much less without being able to touch the ground. It’s dizzying, but in the best possible way. I feel like I’m flying, lost with him in our own world.

I lose track of time as Gio continues to position me however he wants–face-down at the edge of the bed, then flipped onto my side. The anal beads remain in my ass, providing extra friction, making me feel fuller than ever as he keeps going. Every now and then, he twists them, a little spike of pain to remind me they’re there, to contrast the pleasure he’s pouring into me.

I lose track of how many times I come, too. At least another two or three times, just from the way he angles his cock at my G-spot, expertly, not letting me stop until I’m moaning and twisting in his arms.

Finally, he starts to thrust faster, his breath speeding up as he nears his own peak. “Fuck. Fuck, Cor, I’m going to come,” he’s murmuring.

I twist my head over my shoulder to watch his face as he finishes, not wanting to miss it. He doesn’t disappoint–he locks eyes with me, watches me as he comes, his face strained, glorious in his release.

“Fuck,” he gasps, still thrusting, though slower now, as his cock pumps cum deep into my pussy. I clench hard around him, milking every drop, and I love the way his cock twitches inside me as he finishes, sensitive as hell.

Finally, he collapses over me, his sweat mingling with mine, both our bodies slick and damp with it. The room smells like sex, and I smell like him, and I can’t breathe in enough of it, this bodily proof that he’s finally claimed me. I’m his.

After a long moment, lying against me with his arms wrapped around me, making me feel warm and safe and all kinds of exhausted, he slides out of me. My body tenses, missing the feeling of him inside me already. I can still feel his cum dripping along my thigh, and the inner walls of my pussy burn faintly from the friction of how long we fucked. It’s delicious, it’s decadent, and it makes me want to fall asleep right here, ropes and all.

“God, you are perfect,” he murmurs.

Then his hands reach around my back, and I feel him start to untie the bonds. When the ropes fall away, I lift my hands, bring them around to rub my wrists gently as he undoes my ankles.

When I’m unrestrained at last, I lie back against the bed, press my lips together, closing my eyes, more relaxed than ever now. “Mmm, Gio…”

Giovanni curls up around me, his warm, strong body enclosing mine, his knees pressed against the backs of mine, his hips curled behind mine, arms wrapped around my shoulders to hold me against him. His hands slide down my arms to my wrists, and he massages them for me, gently, even as he leans in to kiss my earlobe, my jawline, my neck.

“That was amazing,” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. I turn toward him, instinctive, and his lips collide with mine, pulling me into a deep, sensual kiss. I lose myself in that kiss, forget about time and any of the hundred worries piling up over me. I just let myself be here, in this moment, in his arms, feeling our lips move together, our tongues entwine.

When we finally break apart, his eyes catch mine, serious. “Are you…?”

/>   “I’m great,” I say, anticipating already what he’ll ask. “That was…” I shake my head a little, unable to find words. Scary, at first? And then mind-blowing. “Thank you, Gio,” is how I settle for answering. Because anything more would break this spell. Catapult me out of the safe, protected space within his arms and force me to start asking hard questions, questions about what happens now, where we go from here.

With a sinking heart, I remember how this encounter started. What he said before he tied me up and fucked me senseless, into a completely distracted headspace.

“What do we do now?” I murmur, my eyes still locked on his.

He cups my chin in his hand. Kisses me again, slower this time. I close my eyes and submit to the kiss, wanting it to last forever. As long as his lips are on mine, we can’t be forced apart. He won’t leave.

But already, too soon, he’s drawing away, with a reluctant sigh of his own. He doesn’t want to let me go any more than I want him to. And yet, he is. I can tell already.

He pushes off the bed and strides across the room. Fishes in his dresser drawer. I ignore what he’s doing, wanting to extend this moment as long as possible. I watch his backside, admire his sculpted back and the way his waist tapers down to his muscular ass, his long, equally well-defined legs. When he turns back around to pad across the room to my side again, I enjoy that view too, tracing the V of his groin straight down to his cock, still large, even as it hangs at half-mast now, glistening with the evidence of both of our pleasure.