In for a rough night... | 2016

He texted me from the front door to my apartment and I came down to meet him. The whole way up the stairs I saw him eyeing the skin showing between my black thigh highs and jean high waisted shorts. I closed the door behind us and he took a look around my new apartment, loosening his tie and rolling up the sleeves to his work shirt. I walked to the fridge and offered him a drink. We both took a glass of wine and we sat on my new couch while we talked about how our summers were going. Three glasses of wine later the conversation turned dirty.

“You know, I haven’t gotten laid in two months” I complained from the counter as I poured myself another glass “it sucks!”

Suddenly I felt him behind me. I hadn’t even noticed he’d left the couch. He had one had on my waist and the other moved my hair, exposing my neck and ear to him. I gripped the counter top and braced myself for the warmth of his whisper.

“I’ve wanted you for so long. And I know it’s mutual”

Chills shot down my spine. I struggled to find words as he moved his hand to the front of my shorts, then down, rubbing gently.

“Um, I- we uh-” He turned me around quickly and held me against the counter. He pressed his forehead to mine.

“Just tell me to stop” he growled into my neck, toying with the hem of my shirt, “and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop.” I choked out.

That was his signal. He ripped the shorts down, leaving me in my thigh highs, lace panties and tank top. He lifted me onto the counter, kissing me hard. I tugged at his tie and struggle with the buttons on his shirt. He stopped.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I was just, um, I figured we were-“

“We are. But I’m in charge. I decide what comes off and when it comes off. And I’ll tell you when. Understand? You don’t do anything without my permission.”

“O-okay.” I stammered. I had never seen this side of him and it both terrified me and turned me on.

“May I take off your tie?” I asked.

He pulled away from my neck, which was already sore from the biting. “You may. But put it in my pocket. I have plans with it for later.”

I gently slid the deep red silk out of itself, folded it and put it in his pocket. He unhooked the bra I had on and pulled it from my body. He wrapped both arms around my ass and lifted me from the counter. He carried me to my bedroom, throwing me face first onto my bed. I tried to turn over to see him, but he held me down. He grabbed my wrists, took the silk tie from his pocket and proceeded to bind my hands together behind my back.

I laid face down, hands tied behind my back. He grab my by my hair and pulled me to my knees, his fully clothes cheat against my back. He held me by the throat, causing my back to arch. He had two fingers in my mouth as he spoke to me.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He growled into my neck. “Have you?”

I nodded my head and he removed his fingers.

“Tell me.” He said. “Tell me how badly you want me. I want to hear it in your voice.”

“I want you so bad. I want you inside of me. Please don’t stop.”

He grinned and ripped my tank top from my chest, leaving the fabric dangling at my waist. My jaw dropped in shock and I look at him.

“Didn’t realize my strength, dear?”

I shook my head, hardly realizing that I was now fully exposed to him, and still bound by his tie. He pushed me backwards, leaving me on my back. He stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. The way he looked at me during this made me crave him. I needed to feel him. I squirmed a bit, so that my hips would be ready for him. He stopped and glared at me.

"What did I tell you about doing things I didn’t tell you to do?"

“I was just-“

“Being a disobedient slut, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

With that he grabbed my cheek, turned me on my side and began spanking me- hard. Harder than I’ve ever been hit.

He pulled me by my hair as he sat down on the bed. He laid me over his lap and continued spanking me. With every hit he told me what he was going to do to me.

"I’m gonna fuck that pretty little face of yours."

"I want you to cum when I tell you to."

"By the time I’m through with you, you won’t know what hit you."

He spanked me, hard each time. My ass was bright red. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled me up so we were face to face.

"I’m sure you won’t want to be punished like that again, dear. You’re going to do as I say from now on, right?"

I was so flustered I couldn’t speak. I nodded my head, looking deep into his eyes. This was not the goofy, charming, awkward man I knew. This was a whole other person. And I loved it.

"I want you to take my belt off." He said smirking.

I had almost forgotten my hands were bound. I looked up and started to say something.

"You’ll figure it out." He said, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face. I knelt down in front of him, wondering how I would do this. I figured my teeth were my only option. I struggled for a few minutes, trying to unbuckle his belt before finally succeeding.

"Good girl" he said, stroking my hair. I looked up into his eyes. He had the most terrifyingly beautiful eyes I had ever seen. The silk tie had loosened, giving me the opportunity to free my hands. I struggled with the decision. I wanted to be spanked again. Badly. But I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. I remained on my knees, shifting a little. He noticed. His face became angry.

"Did you do that?" he asked slowly.

"I didn’t mean to. It w-" before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed me by my arm and threw me face first onto the bed.

"I thought you said you were going to behave yourself." He growled into my ear. "I’m going to make you pay for that."

I heard the belt buckle being moved around. I was getting the belt. I felt a sense of dread, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited. The bed sank and he steadied himself, a knee on the bed, with one foot on the floor. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

"I can’t believe you disobeyed me. I’m going to punish you until that beautiful little ass of yours is redder than the tie you got out of."

With that I felt the belt hit. Hard. He hit me for a few minutes then left the room. I heard him moving about the apartment while I recollected myself.

I didn’t dare move from the position I was in. I wanted to be good for him. He returned about 10 minutes later, his shirt fully unbuttoned and pants undone. He had a glass of wine in each hand. he sat on the bed, and drank his, not breaking eye contact for a second. When he finished his, he handed the other one out to me.

"I figured I’d reward you for taking that so well. I’ve never had a girl take a punishment so happily," he smirked. I reached out hesitantly and took the wine. I sat up, wincing at the pressure being put on my ass. He told me to lay on my stomach, and massaged my ass while I drank.

"I’ve never seen such a perfect ass" he whispered, stroking and grabbing it.

"T-t-thanks." I stuttered out. I hadn’t spoken since before the belt. I was scared to.

"Don’t be nervous. I wouldn’t do anything that I knew you weren’t into."

He was right. We had talked about it a thousand times. He knew I liked to be hit and he knew what I thought I could take. I didn’t know much about him other than he liked to face fuck.

I smiled as I finished my glass. "How are you feeling?" He asked, still stroking my ass. "Fine, I think. Sore, but fine." "Good. Let’s get back to it." He said, and pulled me off the bed by my hair with one hand, grabbing the empty glass with the other. He settled me on my knees between his legs. He lifted his hips off the bed to lower his pants and boxers. That was the first glimpse I had. It was big.

"Suck." He commanded. "Don’t use your hands." With my hands at my sides I took as much of him as I could. He groaned in pleasure and grabbed the back of my head.

"Two taps on the bed means stop, okay?"

I nodded and he started thrusting into my mouth. He stood up and pushed my head deeper until he was hitting the back of my throat. He still wasn’t all the way in. He pulled me away and tossed me on my back onto the bed. He positioned himself over me and began fucking my mouth, getting himself all the way in this time. I didn’t know how much I could take, but I felt amazing. I got lost in the moment and let my hands wander. I began teasing my nipples. I realized this was probably a bad thing when he stopped thrusting and left his cock halfway in. I opened my eyes and he was just glaring at me. I stopped.

"Keep doing that. It’s hot as fucking hell." I continued, while he slowly thrust, watching me the whole time. He moaned and reached over to tease my pussy.

"Oh fuck" he said, before taking his dick out and coming all over my face and chest. "Fuck."

He must’ve sensed my disappointment. He continued using one finger the stimulate my clit. “Don’t worry dear. We’re only just getting started.” I looked at the clock. 11:30. It had been two hours. I was in for a rough night.