Fasten Your Seatbelts
A rush of emotions stirs inside me as I check the time. 9:20pm - ten minutes before he's due to arrive. My eyes fall on the counter where he previously had his way with me. My stomach flutters.
Centre myself, Ava.
I light a candle with a soft, soothing lavender scent. I shut my eyes, inhale the aroma, and exhale. 5 minutes to apply makeup and dress up.
I stand in front of the mirror, sporting a delicate black lace bra that leaves nothing to imagine yet frames everything perfectly, pairing it with booty sweatpant shorts pulled below my waist. My black thong rests gently on my hips, showing a tiny peak of it from the shorts' crease. I finish applying the eyeliner and coat my eyelashes with mascara before slowly parting my lips, imagining the scene when I look up at him while kneeling.
Focus, Ava. I'll indulge in that pleasure later. Two minutes remaining.
I sprint to the bedroom and adjust the bed covers, concealing the restraints. I slip into a deep-cut, satin black dress, don my heels, and tousle my hair over my shoulders. My phone chimes, signalling his arrival.
So here's the big moment.
I open the entrance door and await his presence. We exchange pleasantries while my heart beats faster, almost rendering me vulnerable to his touch. He looks equally excited.
The lift arrives. Together, we share a hug, peck each other on the cheek, and casually stroll toward my apartment.
The lift doors open, and there he is, beaming at me with warmth and affection. I sense a heightened sense of inferiority in his presence.
Both of us rush to the elevator, sharing quick smiles and pleasantries. I twist the door's handle to activate it. 7...6...5... How agonisingly slow.
We arrive on the ground floor. The door swings open and we exchange pleasantries. He pulls me close, enclosing his mouth with mine, enjoying the intimacy we're about to share. Hands roam over my face, chest, and waist. His fingers tilt my head for an undisturbed kiss, but his other hand caresses my thigh, sliding underneath the dress and tugging up. Arousal overwhelms me. I already feel wet.
The elevator door opens. I step back and laugh nervously as my fingers fumble with the keys in my pocket. He chuckles back and gestures as if to say, he's not budging until he gets his way. His hand gets a firmer grip on my waist, edging me against his groin. He's more than ready for this.
In my apartment now, his tall frame fills the entrance doorway. He removes his shoes, and I enter the kitchen. I stop and enquire about a bottle of wine.
"Should I open up a bottle of wine? I've got cheese to pair it with if that's what you fancy," I query.
He swings the fridge door shut and draws me back to him, his large hands encircling my waist. His other hand grabs my neck, holding me in place. He tilts my head up to meet his lips, but his grip squeezes tightly, causing slight discomfort. "Not just yet, okay?"
"Huh?"
"I didn't think I heard you right. You said no...are you turning me down?"
"I haven't, but give me something to feel deprived of," I respond with a seductive smirk, lightly biting my lower lip. "Fight for it."
I turn my back to him, leaning back against the kitchen counter, offering my neck for his kisses. His hands continue their routine from earlier; one on my waist, the other tracking up my thighs.
"What was that? Tell me what you want."
"Tell me to take it off."
His fingertips feel my hair and remove it from my shoulders, and I'm overwhelmed by the desire to please him. I smile into the air, daring him.
"Careful what you wish for..."
I feel his fingers enter me, his thumb rubbing against my clit. He whispers, "Don't test me, sweetie." His lips nuzzle against my neck, reiterating the feeling of what he might do if I don't concede to his demands.
Ahhh, damn...you're dripping wet for me already, beautiful. With one hand, he effortlessly pulls the strap of my dress down while the other grabs my tit and sucks on it, his teeth biting down on my cleavage. I moan in pain and delight as he grips my boob, tweaking it, pulling me to him. All I can feel is heat. "Let's try this again. Tell me, take your dress off." His fingers keep pounding in and out of me, his thumb circling my sweet spot.
In a flash, I remove my dress, tossing it onto the kitchen floor.
"Good girl," he says as he gently removes his fingers from me. I'm left feeling empty and desperate - I need him so close, so fast. He presses his fingers against my lips. "Open and taste yourself. Taste how moist you get for me before I've even had a go."
I part my lips and he stuffs his fingers in, pushing them as far back as they can go. I bob my head, taking both fingers as deep as I can into my mouth, catching his eye.
"Fuck."
My hands immediately start on his belt, feeling the rock hardness pressing against his zipper. I press a palm on him and undo his belt with the other, using my teeth as well. He pulls down his pants as my hands work the zipper.
"That's right. Get on your knees, that's my good girl." I kiss the V of his belly, down to his thighs, and squeeze his ass with one hand, while pulling down his underwear with the other until he's standing there, naked in front of me. My vagina pulses with a strong beat.
"Suck it."
Without opening my mouth, I look up at him, teasing with my eyes. I'm dying for him, more than I need air. I want him to put me in my place. I love when he fucks me good. I'm determined to hold out a little longer, but he's teasing me.
I lick two of my fingers and stick my thumb in my mouth, sucking it out slowly, sealing my eyes on his. I wrap my wet fingers around his cock head, stroking him sensually. I stick my tongue out and move my lips close to his tip, letting him feel my hot breath down there. I'm not touching him, but he can feel the wetness from my mouth falling onto him. He seems to be enjoying it as I rub his cock with my saliva, my amount building as I stroke him. He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back to meet his gaze. "Open your mouth and suck." I smile and kiss his shaft, licking my way up before wrapping my lips around him. I breathe against him, bobbing my head up and down, capturing each movement. Up and down. Up and down. Up...and down, to his base. He groans and swears. Music to my ears.
He starts to move his hips against my face, back and forth. "Open that pretty mouth of yours wide open for me and look up here, honey. That's right, that's my good girl." That's right, that's my good little slut. Don't swallow your spit, get it nice and wet for me."
I look up at him, my eyes asking for more. He twists his hips against my face. "Open your mouth wide and take it. Swallow your spit girl."
I look up at him, my lips pursed, as I try to take a cocktail of his meaty cock in my mouth. He thrusts his length deep into my throat each time. I choke, gasp for air, finding it hard to breathe. He grabs a handful of my hair, tugging harder each time he thrusts, but I manage to open wider, silently begging for more. But his length keeps hitting the back of my throat. He spits on my mouth.
"Suck it good, my slut." He bucks his hips rhythmically against my face. "Question? Am I...fucking your neck?"
I moan, pushed to the brink of insanity by his cock, which feels like a power tool. All the while, he continues to spit in my mouth, driving me wild. I hold my breath, grabbing his ass and shifting to my knees, slowly sucking him into me. By this time, I'm drooling everywhere - onto my thighs, the floor and his balls. He holds my head, pulling my hair, pushing his hard-on all the way into my throat.
"Are you ready to suck my balls slut?"
I move back a bit and lick his balls, taking them one by one into my mouth, sucking each one deeply. My pussy is pounding with pleasure as I oblige. I try my best not to swallow, letting the saliva build and wet his scrotum. He moans my name loudly.
"Turn around and bend over that stool, slut. I want to see your pretty pussy with your ass up in the air."
This time, I comply with the orders. I make my way across the room and over to the white stool, leaning forward towards the window. It's dark outside, and I wonder whether my neighbors can see my breasts through the glass pane as I arch my back. Instantly, I am drawn to the idea of experiencing the cool touch of the window against my skin as I await his arrival. However, I can't sense his presence behind me, and I find myself irritated by his tardiness in this scenario.
Suddenly, I hear a drawer close and footsteps exiting the room. His hand reaches for my hair, gathering it into a ponytail and pulling on it before letting it fall gently over my left shoulder. His left hand rests on the small of my back, forcing my head down further.
WHACK! I yelp out as his hand comes crashing down on my butt.
"You like that?"
"Mmhm," I sigh resignedly.
"Say it, baby."
"I like that," I admit. "Do it again."
He shakes his head. "Do you not have any manners?"
"Please, do it again, Daddy."
"That's better." WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Painful bruises are forming on my behind.
"Harder, Daddy, please."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
He disappears back into the room for a moment before reappearing with a piece of wood in his hand-- a paddle. He examines my reaction by gently tapping it against my thigh.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The sound of his paddle striking me sounds as painful as it feels. As I continue to moan despite the pain, he reaches for the paddle again and sells me one final brutal hit, causing me to scream out for the entire neighborhood to hear. He quickly places his palm over my mouth and then wraps his arm around my chest, trapping me against his towering physique. "I want the neighbors to know you're mine," he remarks, "but not quite yet. You haven't experienced the best of what I have to offer yet."
I crave to sob in a mix of enjoyment and agony. I wish that I could scream in his face and penetrate him even more. I yearn for him to be inside me, and I want him closer to me, closer still.
"Stay still," he commands.
He kneels down behind me and kisses the bruises he has left on my buttocks. His hands trace the smooth arch of my back, and he cups me as he leans in to caress my hips. He stands up and moves behind me, and I feel his fingers touch my vagina. He traces little circles around my clit, sticks his fingers inside me, and then traces intricate patterns on my folds and lip. As I moan louder and louder, he boasts about how delicious I taste before returning his fingers to my pussy, pumping in and out of me.
He ceases his finger actions and comes up behind me. "Bend over the couch and spread your legs."
I follow his orders, bending over the couch before extending my legs to give him a better view.
"Not like that," he orders.
My stomach clenches. "What should I do?"
"Spread your legs further," he instructs. "Give me a better view of your opening."
I do as he says, pushing them apart so that my pussy is on full display.
"You know what I want now, right?"
I look over my shoulders and reach behind myself, carrying out his order by spreading myself wide open for him.
"That's right," he praises, "you always know what to do for me. You've got me all figured out."
He slides a finger around my anus, moistened with my previous juices, and I can feel every nerve. He applies more lube to his finger and circles my opening before gently slipping it inside. I breathe in and out, alerting him to my discomfort. He continues to insert and remove his fingers, preparing me for his imminent intrusion.
"Require more."
"Instruct me."
God, he's so desirable. "Please, fuck me."
I hear the sound of lube being squirted and seconds laters his head is pushing me open.
"Move slowly."
"Pull me back."
I comply with his request, pushing back onto him as he enters me gently. With one electrifying stroke, my body readily accepts him and I moan loudly enough to rival past moans.
He begins with shallow thrusts before speeding up, pumping in and out of my ass at an impressive rhythm. I feel so full and I long for every inch of him. When I'm comfortable enough under his control, his hand leaves my back and moves to my anus to provide better leverage to thrust deeper and faster inside of me.
I may be close to orgasm, but I don't want him to know just yet. My body is reaching its peak, and I don't know what I want or how to ask for it. I don't want him to stop.
"Wow, Ava, you're amazing. Your pussy takes my cock so well."
I'm already close to coming just by him talking like that.
He adjusts his pace, giving me a couple of slow, hard, deep thrusts before pulling out. He gives my ass another playful slap. "Get on the bed, now."
I enter the bedroom and stand in front of the bed. He kisses me passionately, and I climb on top of him, wrapping a leg around his hips. We kiss aggressively, and I straddle on top of him.
"Mmm?"
"Let's wait," I tease, grinning deviously. "Shut your eyes." He does. I slip from beneath him and go to the bedside table, retrieving a green, satin scarf. I pull it over his eyes and secure it behind his head.
He chuckles. "What's going on, darling?"
"Just wait! You'll find out, or...well, you know what I mean."
He laughs. "Okay."
I push his broad shoulders down and he lets me. I know he could overpower me if he wanted to. The thought excites me. Knowing he could fuck me however he wanted without hesitation leaves me hot, knowing he's allowing me to tease him.
I grab his left wrist and secure it with one of the handcuffs on the side of the bed, then the right.
"Huh."
"Is that okay?"
"Yes."
I kiss his chest, making my way down to his cock. I sit on his thighs and strain myself on his erection, letting him feel how wet I am for him. "Do you feel that, daddy? I'm so fucking wet for you."
I can hear him curse as I get off him and lie between his legs, spreading them apart. I spit on his dick and massage his balls in my hand. I shift down to his shaft and dip my head, teasing him with my lips. "How's this, daddy?"
"I need your mouth around my cock."
"Soon," I promise.
I lick his length and the saliva drips on him. I suck his dick down my throat, letting my lips touch the base of his shaft. He groans and nods impatiently. "I want you to swallow me."
"Hold on, daddy," I reply.
I stop sucking. "You're playing with me."
"That's the point."
I laugh and continue sucking him until I can feel his balls pulling up. He's about to cum. I back off and sit between his legs, swinging upward so my head is hanging off the bed.
"What the hell?"
I turn around, and he restrains my ankles to the top of the mattress, my head on the opposite end, dangling off the bedframe. He restrains my hands to the sides of the end of the bed.
"Ready for this?" He asks.
"Yes."
He grabs his cock and starts slapping my pussy furiously. I'm close to having an orgasm. I can feel lightning coursing through me. I want to shout. I do. "Braylen," I gasp, "I'm gonna cum."
"Come on, cum for me, darling. I'm not done with you yet. You're going to take this cock so deep into you while I play with your pretty pussy." He continues rubbing my clit with his palm, driving me faster towards climaxing. "Aren't you done yet?"
I shake my head. He continues slapping my pussy, forcing me closer to coming. "No."
He continues spanking my pussy until a massive wave rushes over me. "Cum, baby girl."
And I do, screaming "Braylen," as I convulse and my orgasm washes over me. Finally, he releases my hands and ankles and removes his blindfold.
"Not done with me, darling?" He asks.
"No," I say. We move back onto the bed, me beneath him, in a 69 position. He starts tearing at my clothes so he can lick my pussy for me. Knowing that he's enjoying himself makes me wet. I lift my head to kiss his cock, finding him only halfway hard. "Need more sugar to rev you up?"
"You have to taste so good."
"I'm not done with you yet, daddy.
He adjusts his body so I straddle his face, leaning my head back, and moan with pleasure as he slams his tongue up into my pussy as I grind my cunt into his face. I continue sucking him until he's back to full firmness, and we're both ready to sink deeper into our desire. "Ready to join me, daddy?"
"Ready and waiting, sweet thing."
I feel his length slipping into my pussy and he starts to fuck me harder and harder. His hands are fondling my ass in rhythm with his thrusts. I'm so close to coming that I can't tell if it's him that keeps me on the edge, or the other way around. After ten minutes or so, he reaches over and grabs my wrists, pulling me on top of him. I feel his cock give way within me, and I keenly sense him cumming as I rise. I know this means it's my turn, and I need his cock now.
This man doesn't shy away from touching my most intimate parts, causing me to convulse wildly with every slap. I can sense my orgasm growing inside me, soon to explode. When it finally happens, he just smiles to himself, confidently knowing that he's satisfied. "Good job," he says smugly. "However, our night is far from over. You know what I always say..."
The initial orgasm is just a sign of what's to come.
"Will you untie me first?" I ask him curiously.
He shakes his head. "Not quite yet." He exits the room, leaving me in uncertainty. Moments later, he returns with my lavender candle.
"Ah."
He climbs on top of me, kissing my tits and my stomach, trailing his kisses down toward my sex. "This may sting just a bit." The candle is hovering over me, dripping its contents on my chest. "Should I keep going?"
"Yes."
The wax drips from the candle, leaving small purple blobs on my skin, each drop burning like a brand. It's a peculiar mix of pain and ecstasy as he paints his wax over my body.
"Oooh my god."
"Good?"
I nod. I can't resist asking for more.
"Describe what you want."
"Take me," I plead. "Fuck me now, please."
Without hesitation, he removes the candle and positions himself above me. He doesn't untie me right away, his hands holding my hips and ankles in place, forcefully pulling me closer. I feel him suddenly inside me, deep and hard.
"Oh my god, Braylen, you're so big!"
"Say that again."
"It's so big, Braylen. Fuck, you're so big - it even hits my stomach."
"Stay still." He begins to rhythmically thrust, using me for his pleasure.
I inhale quickly as each stroke pushes him deeper into me, but I try to obey his order, not wanting to push him away. His hands grip me tightly, his entire body weight crushing me down on the bed.
"You feel so fucking good, Ava."
I moan in pleasure. "Braylen, you feel amazing, it's driving me crazy. I just want..." I try to move my hips as he thrusts, but he easily pushes me back.
"Stay still for a couple of seconds while I get more pleasure out of you."
My breathe labors as he drives into me, hitting my cervix with every stroke. In an instant, I'm on the verge of climax.
"Braylen, I'm cumming hard!"
"That's my girl," he exclaims, thrusting even harder at my cries.
He lets me go, unbuckling my restraints from my wrists and ankles. My pussy yearns for him to return, but I know he'll give me that satisfaction when he's ready.
"Lie down on your knees, hands on the bed and show me what belongs to me."
I understand his request. I get on all fours on the bed and spread my legs, exposing my sex.
He uses no lube and plunges into me immediately.
"Fuck!"
"Express your pleasure, Ava."
"I feel so full Braylen, I'm so full of you."
"Excellent."
I plead for him to cum for me.
"I will soon," he promises. But for the moment, he remains in me.
"Can I touch myself while you do this?"
He doesn't reply, just keeping that overwhelming feeling of fullness inside me. I can feel every curve and texture of his cock, making me eternity feels too short.
"Oh god, I can't take it. I need you to cum for me."
"Unlacing your hands first and then you can."
I obey, free from my restraint. He stops moving inside me and pulls out, undoing the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. At last, I can touch myself.
"Bend over for me, displaying what's mine."
I obey, bending down on all fours, presenting my ass to him.
Without any intermediaries, he thrusts inside me, and I let out a gasp.
"That's right, let lose. Let everything flow," he says.
I try my best to obey him, feeling like the world is falling around me. There was lube, but he skipped the warmup - just a quick penetration. It was urgent. His cock fills me with a forceful thrust.
"Oh god!"
"Contain your feelings and enjoy every bit."
I can't substantiate his request but instead focus on savoring this climax. He slaps me hard.
"Harder?"
"Please."
I haven't experienced this kind of release before; it feels overwhelming, so I surrender and let him take control. His hands have a tantalizing grip on my hips and ankles, so body feels like a chess piece in his firm grasp. I even feel every time he loosens or tightens his grip. However, in the heat of the moment, I'm just a puppet under his spell." Take me," I whisper between breaths.
Received. Each part of his body is submerged in me through a single deep penetration. Tears stream down my face as he screams, "Poor baby," grabbing a lock of my hair, plunging into me with a force that overpowers me. He whispers his name in my ear. "Witness how well you take it, you're my dedicated whore, sweetheart, aren't you?"
"Braylen," I face him, "Orgasm now. Please. I must."
He grabs my neck and chokes me, forcing my back towards him as he ferociously penetrates my ass like an animal. "Fuck, I'll fill you."
"Perform. Climax for me, daddy," my voice reverberates against his chokehold.
In three strikes, his moans trigger the expulsion of all he has inside me. I sense his warmth within me, with both of us huffing and puffing. He pulls out and reclines behind me, recovering his breath and gazing at his creation oozing out of me, onto his legs.
I rotate around and gaze at him, offering his lips a deep kiss prior to bending over his knees, gazing up at him while tracing down his stomach with my fingertips and licking the cum off his thighs and smiling. I sense his gaze on me. "Shower time?"
