Our kisses were usually the same, unless she was in a rare romantic mood and I had to start those. After talking about her rough fantasy, her kiss was lustful and the scent of her was all I could focus on. I licked her cheek when we finally broke away, a random little gesture because the sexual charge between us after talking about this was turning almost painful. “It makes you so horny just to think about it, doesn’t it?”
“It really, really does. I’ve fingered myself to it so many times, it’s crazy. I honestly think I’ve gotten off to it so much that I couldn’t keep from getting horny while talking about it now.” She bit her lip and then stroked her hand down the front of my jeans, so that I exhaled and shuddered with my own lust. “You like it a little bit, too.”
It was true, but it made me feel a little guilty. “I don’t… know. It’s hot when you talk about it like a scene in that way, but I’m not sure how I’d feel actually doing the entire scene. I’d be scared I wouldn’t stay hard and then I’d ruin your fantasy, you know? Like I’ve loved all of your fantasies so far and playing them out. Tying you to the bed and that kind of thing.”
She laughed, pressing me back so that I rested against the headboard where she could kiss my cheek and better stroke my cock, which really was hard as fuck. “No, I get that. What if we played around with the idea at first?” I closed my eyes, hissing through my teeth, when she gave me a harder stroke. “Like, what if I just said ‘no’ and ‘please don’t’ or ‘stop’ while you kept going and said ‘yes’?”
I felt a little bit of anxiety about the idea, not to mention a lot of conflict to the way it made me feel, but I really did love driving Sophie wild. I hadn’t told her that I loved her by that point, but I did, and when Sophie went crazy for sex, she really turned into this hedonistic goddess. And after talking about her fantasy, she’d seemed to have forgotten any fear it made her feel and could only focus on the desire it gave her. “Okay. I’ll try it, but if I have to stop and eat you out instead… I just mean it might happen.”
She laughed, excitement in the sound, and I smiled because I liked the sound of it. “It’s okay and I’ll get it. Want to use the safewords we always use?”
“Yeah. ‘Yellow’ for slowing down and ‘red’ to stop?” We’d played a few games before. Those were our go to words because they were so easy to remember, since they were pretty standard.
“Yes, please! I’ll get the hairbrush.”
I laughed and got from the bed to sit in our side bedroom chair instead. Sophie and I had developed a ritual that we did – whenever we could do this ritual because sometimes we would play outside the bedroom in a lot more spur of the moment ideas – and the idea of it was based on the psychology of routines. We wanted to have a moment before we played that would inspire the mindset of playing a game, that would establish the feeling of Dom and submissive, at least for us.
It was a very basic ritual. She knelt between my legs, facing away, and I brushed her hair. We always started this quietly, where I smoothed my hand through her locks and she bowed her head, where I caressed the back of her neck and she reacted with submission, going still with her emotional atmosphere.
It was always me who had to break the quiet, too. “We haven’t played in a while, baby.”
“No, sir.” She said it softly, respectfully, and I brushed her hair back from her face, enjoying the feeling of how calming that specific routine had become because it definitely had. It was always followed by adventurous pleasure and deep emotions of trust between the two of us.
“I’ve missed it.” I kissed her head. “Did you have a good day?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you for asking. Nothing much happened.” Her voice always got smaller while we spoke, more shy. “How was your day?”
We went back and forth, fueling the mentality of her acknowledging me as ‘sir’ and my taking care of her by brushing her hair. And I knew when our ritual was done when her head stayed bowed and she followed where my touch led, when her voice was soft and waiting for my questions or commands.
Of course, that time was something that made me step out of the comfort zone I had become used to with these games, although the ritual certainly helped. I stood over her while she waited, her gaze lowered, and took off my clothes – Sophie had already been naked – before I tugged Sophie to her feet, taking a moment to kiss her cheek when her eyes were subdued off our strange little game initiation. I chose to press her forward and bend her over the bed for this game. I’ve heard other people starting out like we did found it better to start with something like missionary so they could see their partner’s eyes. I could see that being the case, but for Sophie and I, that particular position was one we used a lot for our domination games. Seeing her like that was something I associated with the power trip mindset that had been brought up by our routine.
“I’m going to use the cuffs for this, understood?”
She turned back to look at me and I had to laugh at the pure dark desire in her eyes from that suggestion. “Yes, sir. Thank you for telling me.”
“You’re welcome.” Even though the mindset of a Dom seemed a lot different than a rape fantasy mindset, I was hoping that I could play off of the mentality I already knew. I used the cuffs to tether her wrists behind her back and then grasped the chain, pulling her arms up her back just a little. I took a moment to jack myself, staring at her pussy while I did, and the arousal alongside the control the cuffs gave me solidified that headspace enough to start. Her pussy glistened with how wet she was and I thought I could tell how much she loved this thought by that scent and the sight of her. “Okay, let’s play. Be a good girl and show me how well you can protest.”
She shuddered at the words and then whispered, “Yes, sir,” in reply, so that I took a deep breath and then started.
I did not, actually, know how aroused she was, which I learned when I stopped stroking myself to tease my fingers up her slit. My eyes went wide, right as she moaned. Loud. She was so goddamned drenched and she just barely managed to end her moan with a desperate, “No, please don’t!”
I lightly slapped her ass and it was a lot more gentle than when I usually dominated her, but I was still a little unsure of this. Except, well… That Dom mindset seemed to be exactly what I needed when she was that aroused by it and when we had talked about it beforehand, I knew she had an out, which also went with the domination. See, that mindset really wanted to make Sophie’s fantasies come true, to make her world go white with pleasure. “Hush. Yes. Look at how wet you are, baby, how ready your pussy is for it. God, you’re so messy.”
I thrust two fingers inside of her so that she went stiff with so much pleasure and I pressed her wrists up a little farther by the cuff chain, so that she struggled slightly. “No, please- Oh, God…” The whispered break pulled me out of it for a moment, so that I had to hide a slight, breathless laugh against my arm. She really loved this, so much so that she could barely think straight enough to do it. She managed to pull herself back together even while she cried out in pleasure when I fingerfucked her particularly hard. Except where she’d always before said, “Yes, yes, yes, please, I’m so close,” she changed it. It was the same desperate tone with different words, which was another thing that helped me reconcile the guilt and arousal her fantasy made me feel. “No! No, please, don’t! I don’t want to, please, sir, please!”
I wasn’t okay enough to fully give her the kinds of dirty talk that I knew would go with this, not on the first try. Instead, I settled for shushing her with a certain twisted condescension because I’d already learned that she loved that, and I gave her a lighter kind of talk. “I think you’re lying and you do want to. It will be better for you to just accept what I give you like a good girl, but since you insist that you don’t like my fingering, I can give you something else instead,” I answered. I withdrew my fingers to press my cock to her and then she did manage to struggle, but it was the kind of struggling she did when she was in bondage and fiendish for more.
“Oh, no, please, please, please-“ Her lips formed the words “please more” before she managed to think straight. “Please don’t!”
I filled her so easily, sliding through so much cum that I just replied with the obvious. “No? God, you’re so wet for it, though, Sophie, and I think we both know you love this. You can try to act like you don’t want it, but your pussy doesn’t lie.” And I was shocked by how much I was liking fulfilling this for her. I definitely did, too. I was harder than ever by the sight of her struggling, imagining that she really was writhing against me, and I held her cuff chain up her back by some desperate instinct to not build that pleasure too quickly, even when I couldn’t help but fuck her a little faster. When I stopped thinking, all I could come up with were words similar to what I’d used with her before. I just chose them carefully. “You’re drenching my cock, baby, and it’s so hot, too. Be honest and tell me you like it. Tell me how much you love being filled up so full and how good I’m making your pussy feel.”
She pant against the bed, writhing so hard that her hair was a mess around her face. She had to throw locks of it over her shoulder when she turned her head to answer with more denials and pleading, but before she could, she gasped and I groaned when she squeezed around my cock, hot arousal bathing me when she came. Her face screwed up like it was pain to endure and she pant slightly with the aftershocks, while I was on the edge of losing any hope of control. She finally managed to answer. “No, I don’t like it. No, please! Please, please, please, stop, I- Oh, God.”
“Are you sure about that, baby? I’m having a hard time believing you after an orgasm like that. Come here. Let me give you more instead, since you need convincing.” She was getting more and more into it and the sheer amount of arousal she had was making me forget all my anxieties, enough that I lifted her up slightly and pinched her nipples so that she constricted around my cock again. Her squeal of shock and need made me feel hotter than hot and I quickened my thrusts inside of her, starting to lose myself even farther into the game. “You lying, bad little girl. You’re so horny for this that you’re close to making me cum with how tight your pussy is milking me.” I slapped one of her breasts so that she moaned and then slapped her ass and that time it was as hard as I normally did it, hard enough to give her the bite of pain she loved most in her sex.
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