Sex and the Stranger

‘Please, sir, fuck me!’ Why was she saying that?

He tossed the paddle aside. ‘Is that what you really want, girl? To be fucked by a man, a dominant you don’t know?’

‘Yes, sir. I want … no, I need you to fuck me.’ She squirmed as his hand cupped her heated mound.

He laughed, the sound cold and cruel, yet that only added to her need. She arched her back, pressing her bottom out to him. If he took her like this she couldn’t stop him. She’d be helpless and taken at his mercy. It didn’t matter that the reality was nothing like the fantasy her mind now offered her – that she could stop him with a single word if she desired.

In this moment she was helpless, about to be taken by a man she didn’t know.

He moved his hand from between her thighs and stepped away. A ripping sound caught her attention and then a soft tap of something hitting the floor. She frowned, uncertain what she’d heard.

Something pressed between her thighs as he placed one hand on her hip, pulling her bottom out, away from the frame. The head o

f his cock pressed between her swollen nether lips, filling her pussy in one hard, full stroke.

Cathy sobbed in delight, her slick inner walls clenching around his cock. Her hips rolled, pushing back as far as she could when he pulled out, only to slam back into her. His balls slapped against her tender lips, his hand tight on her hip, controlling her body as he filled her again and again.

She groaned, welcoming each deep thrust even as his free hand reached around to touch her clit, his fingers searching, finding and circling the small throbbing nub. With each new thrust her body soared a little higher. There was something else, a sensation she hadn’t counted on.

Clothing?

He was still fully dressed!

She wanted to be angry, to tell him to stop, but it felt right. This wasn’t a lover’s tryst, but a hard, fast fuck to satisfy an itch they both shared.

She wanted to move, to turn and see him, but she couldn’t. The way she was bound on the frame meant she was being taken, not made love to. That should have turned her off, but it didn’t. Instead she burned hotter, higher than she’d ever experienced before.

Each new touch to her clit was timed with a thrust. Her walls clenched, released and clenched again. A pressure built in the pit of her being and threatened to consume her. She cried out, sobbing, pleading wordlessly as her core wept, wanting him to take her harder, faster and deeper than before.

‘You’re going to come for me, but not yet.’ He buried himself deep within her core and slowly licked the back of her neck. ‘You’re going to wait until I give you permission to come. Do you understand me, girl?’

‘Yes, sir, I understand.’ She shuddered, her body struggling to regain control of itself. Once he’d said the words her body had wanted to disobey him. She tried not to move or to think of the feel of his cock as it slid slowly in and out of her but it was impossible.

He tapped one finger against her clit. ‘You want to come, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ she groaned.

‘But you won’t, not until I let you.’ His finger moved rapidly on her clit.

‘No, sir.’ Her hips circled, her inner walls tight around his cock. She didn’t know how long she could hold out. If he kept this up much longer her body would betray her, and then what?

‘You know I’d punish you if you came without permission, don’t you?’

‘Yes, sir,’ she whimpered, struggling to still her body. Her thighs tightened and her inner walls rippled along the length of his cock.

He pulled slowly out of her body until only the tip of his cock remained within her. The slow, deliberate movement tormented her inner walls as his finger did the same with her clit. His breath was hot and heavy against the back of her neck as he played with her body, forcing her to feel every small touch, each breath, scrape of skin against skin, even the feel of his clothing brushing her body.

She couldn’t hold on any longer. ‘Sir, please!’

He growled, thrusting into her hard, fast and deep. So hard that the St Andrew’s cross groaned and the chains attached to the manacles rattled, but still he didn’t give her permission to come.

Pressure built beyond control, her body aching, threatening to spin her into the void and yet still he forced her to endure more.

‘Sir!’ she pleaded.

His finger and thumb closed on her clit, pinching it. ‘Come for me now!’

Pain and pleasure mixed in a wave that consumed her. She arched, her muscles clenching, hips writhing as she pressed back against him. He growled, thrusting, filling her, his teeth scraping against the back of her neck as he pushed her to the edge of sanity. Her ability to think fled. All she knew were the waves of pleasure that hit her one after the other until she no longer knew where one ended and the next began.