She looked up at her bound hands, wrapped in layers of silk and chained to the bed with a pair of thick, fur lined, buckle cuffs. I’d ordered them off an interesting site, along with some other goodies I couldn’t wait to try with her.
“Good. It doesn’t feel like any chafing. Even when I pull as hard as I can to get to you.”
“Good.” I shoved the plug back in, hard, leaning in to swallow up her cry of pain. “Because while I won’t fuck your ass, I will enjoy how tight the plug makes your pussy as I fuck you hard and fast.”
She couldn’t respond. Her mouth fell open on a cry as I slammed into her. I didn’t slow down. We both knew we needed to get ready for the day and didn’t have time to be slow.
“This is for me. This tight fucking pussy is for me. I don’t care if it feels good to you. As long as I can get off, then that’s all that matters.”
I bit her nipple, her shout zipping down my spine and tightening my balls. “So, if you want to get off, you better hurry, because I’m about to fill you with my cum.”
I leaned back on my heels, continuing the bruising pace, and gripped her thighs, staring at myself pounding in and out of her. I stared at the way her tits bounced with each thrust, the way her head arched back onto the pillow and how her teeth bit into her lip. She was close.
Letting go of one leg, I reached between us and grazed my thumb across her clit, feeling her pussy tighten. It was too much, too tight. She was so wet and with the thick plug in her ass, it made her that much tighter. I pinched her clit between my fingers and twisted, pinching harder, pushing her to her limit.
And she came. With her lips parted and no sound escaping, she came, pulling me right along with her. Falling over, I buried my head in her neck and moaned out my release, filling her with my seed until I had nothing left to give.
Once the wave had passed, I pulled out of her and gently kissed her lips. “Good morning.”
She smiled. “Good morning.”
“Are you ready for me to pull it out yet?”
“I guess.”
I removed the plug and uncuffed her hands, making sure to look them over for any marks. Nothing. The silk and fur had worked and I couldn’t wait to use them again.
Living with Ana allowed for a lot of time to be creative. But we always talked about it and she always knew her safe word if things felt like too much. If she felt like something was leaving a mark where it shouldn’t she let me know and we stopped.
We were making it work for us. We were making us work. Finally.
I watched my Ana, get up and walk naked into the bathroom, my handprint still sharp on her ass from earlier. God, I loved her. I went to prepare coffee as she got ready, and brought a bagel and mug to her after she’d showered.
I almost swallowed my tongue when I walked in to see her applying mascara in the mirror with nothing but panties and a bra on.
“Like what you see?”
“You know I do.”
“Thank you,” she said when I set her breakfast down.
“Your dress is laying on the bed. I figured I’d be nice today and let you pick out your shoes.”
“Oh, how kind of you.” She rolled her eyes, but smiled. She loved when I found little ways to take care of her. She was a completely independent woman, but she was still Ana. And I was still me. The same kid who wanted to take care of her when I first met her. Just, now I finally could. So, I did it every chance I got.
By the time I got out of the shower, she was packing up her bag to leave for work. I wrapped a towel around my waist and followed her to the door. As she was about to open it, I pulled her back and pinned her to the wall.
“Make sure you take those panties off before you walk in this apartment tonight.”
“And if I don’t?” she taunted with a raised eyebrow. Ana submitted beautifully, but she fought back whenever she could. It only made it that much sweeter when I had her begging and agreeing to everything beneath me later.
“Then I’ll cut up every single pair of panties you own and you will have to teach students with no underwear on.”
She took a deep breath as a flush worked its way across her cheeks. “Fine.”
Reaching to my right, I pulled out a small box from the entryway table. Her eyes widened when I placed it in her hands. “It’s not that. I would never do that with two seconds before you leave.”