Begging for it

He put down his drink and reached over to me, pulled me against him. A tentative kiss turns to more, inside I’m begging him to take me but he’s moving so slowly. Will this be the day or not? I know it needs to be soon or not at all, I’ll lose my nerve. His hands against my skin, I stand still and quiet, contemplating what I’ve agreed to.

Moments leading up to this flit through my mind – the first time he flicks his fingers against my nipples, the moment he tosses the clamps into my hand, the feeling of four of his fingers inside me at once. His teeth grazing my skin, holding my hands above my head as he pulls my nipples hard, lifting my breasts with his mouth. Pinned with my ankles over my head as he takes me from above. His mouth on mine swallowing my scream when I come. Pushed down on the kitchen counter, feeling his body behind me slam into mine. Opening the box to find the leather restraints inside. Looking into his eyes as I agree to give him a day of his choosing to be his, whenever, however he wants.

I get damper by the moment, one erotic scene after another playing through my mind while his tongue delves ever deeper in my mouth. Slowly I find he’s backing me up, pushing me up against the couch. His hands reaching under my clothing, he asks just once… Are you sure? I nod but he insists I speak, say it out loud. Never did I think speaking would be difficult for me, the words take forever to come out “Take me, make me yours. I want to be your toy” and I redden. After all I’ve done with him, this is the sentence that makes me blush.

And so it begins – He corrects me, “What have you forgotten to say?” Its not a title like Master or Sir he’s after. Its much harder for me. “Please? Please take me, Please make me yours, I want to be your toy please.” And he murmurs in my ear “see that wasn’t all that hard, was it?” Shakily I tell him “no”. Long ago that one word would lead to me being denied, teased, ignored, neglected, desperate and unfulfilled. I know in my head this is different, another place, another person, but that damaged part of me is always expecting the world to crumble when I admit I need something, want it, ask for it.

He soothes me as much as arouses me with his touch. I come to my senses realizing my clothes are coming off… rapidly. Not that it bothers me, just that I’m in a cotton camisole and tight little bitty bottoms and he’s only got his shoes off. His hands are all over me, I try to run my hands through his hair only to be told “nope, if we’re gonna do this it’ll be my way or no way at all.” In a blur he’s got my wrists behind me in one hand and pulls a bandana from his pocket with the other. “Turn around” I’m beyond damp already as I turn, not questioning, just following his lead.

From the knots at my wrists his hands flow down to grip my hips, pulling my ass into him, I can tell I’m not the only one aroused already. My nipples are next in the assault, first gentle rubbing, to tweaking and pinching to twisting them. I’m wet, the spot on my panties getting bigger all the time. He knows how wet just playing with my nipples can make me. He’s kissing the back of my neck, whispering in my ear “like that do you? want it? how bad do you want it?” and without prompting I’m moaning “take me, fuck me, please I want you, please…” His cock is rubbing through his pants between my ass cheeks and there’s fire between my legs. He pulls away, the sudden assault on my senses stopped, next thing I know I’m facing him again and my mouth is full of his tongue, his mouth fierce on my mine. Can’t get enough of him, want to pull him against me, standing on my tiptoes leaning into him.

“Bedroom. Now.” I’m suddenly propelled in front of him down the hall. Instead of the usual mess, the sheets are pulled back and the pillows in place. I land in the middle of his king size bed, and my hands go from behind me into leather cuffs, connected by chains to the headboard. He’s lying between my legs, ignoring the wet panties, sucking on my breasts, and I can feel small waves building inside me. My nipples are hard begging for attention when he pulls away, the camisole bunched up under my chin. He returns with shiny clamps in his hands, pulling my nipples before pinching them flat. I gasp feeling the sudden sharp pain on first my left then my right nipple. “that noise just won’t do” is all the warning I get before the camisole is pushed farther up, stretched tight, & bunched together over my mouth. I’m muzzled by my own clothing, a sharp tingling in my breasts as he flicks fingers against the clamps, my wrists pulled in separate directions, and my mind is reeling.

Spontaneously I’m lifting my hips, trying to get a little action, I want to feel him inside me, want him to touch me, oh god yes please… but He has other ideas. “I knew you’d have a problem with that but I have a fix. You’re not going to get off that easy.” He brings up from one side of the bed a long fluffy bathrobe tie, very snug across my hips and tightly connects it down the other. Looking very pleased with himself he finishes the knot and sits up to flick my nipple clamps some more with one hand while the other cups against the wetness between my legs.

My panties are soaked, and even with my heels pushing into the bed, I can’t raise my hips against his hand. He watches me try as he unbuttons his shirt and pulls off his socks, looking amused. I really don’t have any choice, it’ll happen however he wants, take me when he wants, I’m totally his to play with for as long as he likes. It begins to really sink in just what I’ve given over to him and I get even wetter thinking about it.

Next thing I know, he’s pushing my legs apart, but only so he can buckle thigh cuffs high on each side. I can’t really lift my head high enough to see his face, but I can feel him nipping at the inside of my thighs, wet kisses & his hot breath against my skin. I’m begging him “I want your mouth on me, please eat me, god make me come…” but the words aren’t clear through my make-do muzzle. I get a sly smile on his face as he looks up briefly and returns to his chosen path not up my legs but down to the ankles where he attaches two more cuffs. He raises each foot in its turn to his mouth and sucks on my toes, nips at the arch of my foot, knowing it makes me crazy. He pushes back on my feet, my knees knocking against the clamps, bringing that dull ache in my breasts forefront in my mind. While I’m contemplating my sore nipples he’s managed to clip each ankle to its thigh. While I can still move my legs sideways a little, its awkward and pretty much a useless effort.

My juices are dripping down my thighs, knowing I am truly at his mercy, getting more aroused by the moment, but still unable to come without some sort of stimulation. He pulls back on my teeny tight little panties and slips a small buzzing vibrator against my clit, instantly taking me to sensation overload. He lays on top me, pushing the buzz harder against me, asking me ”What was that you said? Something about coming?” He pulls the cami out of my mouth, telling me “I wanna watch you come, think that buzz will do it for you?” my brain is swirling, the buzz is growing stronger, the weight of him adding to my torture. I immediately start begging him “oh god I wanna come, almost there, please just need a little more, I’m so damn close, god I want you to fuck me, please I wanna come so bad, please just a little more…” my pleading is swallowed up by his mouth kissing me, tongue twisting with mine, and I’m losing the words as the sensations swamp me.

He shifts his weight, centering on my pelvis as he tells me “ Oh yeah, I wanna see you come baby, come, come hard for me, now!” and pulls the nipple clamps off suddenly. My eyes must be wide as saucers as the sensation hits, blood rushing back in to my nipples, my muscles tightening, and then my body goes rigid for a split second. “ oh yes, that’s it. There’s more, come on sweets, I know there’s more” his fingers tweaking my sore nipples. His breathe is hot beside my ear as my body starts shaking. No control, no control at all concerning how it takes me, how I respond, how I want to move against him. He kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth, knowing if he keeps me going, my climaxes will get more and more intense as the night goes on.

The undertow as I come again is strong, pulling at me, swirling colors in my mind and the kiss ends. “I’m going to take you now, wrap your wet pussy around me, pound into you, fuck you hard.” I barely comprehend what he’s saying but start to understand when he rips first one side then the other of my itty bitty bottoms off my body, muttering something about buying new ones to replace them. The tie across my hips disappears somewhere and then he’s naked, I can’t recall when that happened, between my legs, rubbing just the head of his cock against my clit, against my pussy asking me if I want it, if I want his cock, if I want to be fucked, if I want to come…and “yes, yes please” is all I can say, can think.

He plunges in, hot, hard cock inside my wet pussy, and then slowly pulls out. Watching my face knowing how I want him, time slows to a crawl, “ask me for it sweets, ask me, you won’t get it unless you ask” He’s rubbing just the head against me again as I beg him, “please please fuck me, please take me, please put your cock inside me, please make me come, please oh god please” He slides in all hot and stops still. How he manages that control I don’t know because all I want to do is buck against him. The realization comes over me again, I’ve no control, no choice at all, its all his, and I’m begging “please please please” again. I can’t move, can’t push against him, can’t pull him into me, can’t do anything but beg. Finally he starts plunging into me, bringing his body closer, sucking my nipples and thrusting hard, fucking me out of my mind.

My climax is sudden, the muscles spasm so hard, I’m coming, coming around his cock and losing sanity for a second, falling back to earth just as he starts moaning, he’s going to come, make me all wet & sticky inside, splash into me, make me his - and then I can feel his cock twitch inside me, exploding deep against my cervix, his eyes go black, I love to watch him come, feel him come inside me. And that’s all I can do bound as I am. I can see the energy draining out of him as he unclips my ankles from my thighs. His breathing starts to slow while he’s reaching up to free my wrists, and then he collapses beside me.

I stretch out my legs, pull down my arms, feels so strange to move, he’s pulling me against him, holding me tight, telling me how hot I make him, how amazing it is to watch me come, blissfully kissing me as my body tingles head to foot. We drift towards sleep and my last coherent thought is that I still have twenty-plus hours left - what else might he have planned?