maxtorque

Rough

You told me you wanted it rough sometime
and I heard you but kept silent
For days, then weeks
Captivating you with all manner
of more passive indiscretions.

I said I was coming over
And you opened the door when I rang
I took you right there
You probably were bruised hitting the foyer
I didn't care
Because you wanted it rough.

First I had to stop that panicked yelling
I straddled you as you were face down on the cool tile
Gasping and wondering
Why had he tackled me?
I pushed your face cheek first
flat against the tile
Mashing your mouth into a shape
From which no sound could emerge

Eventually you stilled your struggling limbs
and I held you down
Whispering in your ear,
You wanted this

Picked up by pony tail
You yelped and I pulled your hair still harder
Pushing you towards the bedroom
Kneeing you in the butt to get you to continue
Like a cowboy spurring a horse

At the doorway I grabbed the neck of your shirt and your waist in back and threw you onto the bed
face first
Only to pounce and land on you
spread eagled
Forcing you legs apart with mine
Outstretching your arms at the wrists.

Rough enough? Not Hardly
My hand reached around to cover your mouth
as my other hand unsheathed
the ball gag from my pocket
Pinning you head with both hands
I command you
Open for this
You hesitate and my hands slide from cheeks to throat
I press hard and shake you
Open for this
I say again

You relinquish with an expelled breath
that causes you to heave
Slow down baby, take the gag
My words not as soft as the care
with which I seat the gag
and secure it behind you head.

In the tranquil silence I am renewed
I flip you over and rend three buttons
off your blouse
with an audible rip.

Your eyes flare in panic momentarily.
You wanted it rough
And another tug and the other two buttons
are echoing in bounces across the hardwood.

Breasts before me demanding attention
Your head still shaking back and forth
in a futile denial I'd hoped you could overcome
A moments decision enforced
with a shocking slap to your left cheek.

You wanted it rough
Grabbing a wad of brassier
and literally lifting it off your breasts
depositing the gaggle on your chest in a tangle
before my mouth pounces on prominent nipples
and my hands pin your shoulders to the bed

Now for knees
working your still fighting thighs apart
I grope for your jeans buttons
but your shaking throws me off
I rip at the single button
ignoring the zipper
hiking the trousers down from both hips
lips never leaving nipple

The pants don't come all the way off
without diverting my oral attention
You writhe against the jeans pulled 3/4 down
entangling your knees
while my knees gain purchase inside your thighs

Spittle streaks the sides of the ball gag
Your cheeks almost purple against the strain
But of course you wanted it rough
My mouth unclamps your nipple
and I take a much needed breath

And then my elbows on your inner thighs
in addition to my knees
I will have this
now

Your underpants askew from the struggle
I simply ignore them
and inject two fingers of my right hand
into your reluctant crevice.

It is moist, not wet
It is cringed closed
It is squirming
It matters not
and soon I am raking your G-spot
with my middle finger

By now I'm sure your neck will snap off
You head twisting and contorting
You either do not understanding
or better, fully understanding
your plight.

The hardest thing is working my pants down
without letting you run rampant
but I manage
Dangling myself between your legs
And now for the rough part

Your squirming only makes it better for me
Your pathetic thighs pressuring mine
the contest lost to pounds and lascivious intent
as I finally free access to your sex

You wanted it rough
The first sharp pull on your hair
stops your crazy head shaking
as I plunge inside
My knees pressing bruises into your inner thighs
before I settle into a perfect slink of wetness
and prepare my onslaught

The sound of our torsos colliding
is almost drown by the squeal of bedsprings
as again and again
I clap my cock and balls against your pubis
I clutch your wrists so tight
the sweat in my palms imperils my grip
But I stay the course
Bucking you into a perfect rhythm

Last thing I remember before my eyes closed
in coital bliss
Your eyes, closed tight and crying
Streamers of spit and snot hissing from your gag and nose
as I drive this to it's ultimate conclusion
Cumming so hard I almost choke
Collapsing on you from the strain
You convulsing likewise
telling me you like it rough.

The Thaw

I keep my nipple clamps in the freezer
She likes it that way
I never have ice cubes
I freeze dildos, vibrators, assorted metal restraints
She likes it that way
Doms here's the rub
Don't look ridiculous
Hurrying to the freezer
While she waits so preciously
to be frozen

Better to let entropy set the pace
Disorder her with icy ordered actions
Nipples now waxy and throbbing
from the intense sensation of pressure and cold
She takes the frozen dildo with a shudder
That lifts her beautiful ass off the sheets
Do I work that arctic ache in you?
Only to drive it home and keep it there
Only then does the frozen mini-vibe assault your clit
Trying futilely to crystalize its springy, wiggly crown

That's how I know
when those cold toys are replaced
with searing hot cock, tongue, and fingers
That the thaw will be a favorite state of undoing.

Wish

If you knew what I really thought
About your hungry cunt
About how your nipples engorge to my lips and fingers
About that wetness that needs no lube
About the carnal draw of your eager anus
You would know this
That I crave to tantalize every inch of you
No sensation too minute to escape my attention
Your passion a bonfire I must feed
With thrusts and pinches and tongue antics
With rough play and slaps and raunchy names
I attend to all of you in equal measure
To fuck you mind, body, and soul
Inside and out
Until you make
That gasping, whimpering, eyes-closed plea
perched on the apex of orgasm
until I give you permission
to unleash yourself as you explode into freedom
This is why I always hold you
until the shivers subside
And after
When it really matters
To tell you
that you inspired every lewd act
that you deserved to be pinned
and choked
and ravaged
and taken
and used
and liberated from the mundane world
That you are part of my world now
You are my erection
My climax
My seed
As we spoon
and I reassure you
That this will happen again and again
As often as you wish

Trust

I won't touch you until you trust me
I may spew silver lined sentences
and make wit of the Karma Sutra
Seduce with promises
of sensations I will render
But all those things aren't trust
Not nearly.

Ask me questions
Hard questions
Test me
Challenge me
to be a man
to be a Dom
to be worthy
of sharing more than banter
to be honest and forthright
giving respect to earn yours
That is the hard road to trust.

'Tis a two-way street this trust
For I too will challenge you
To know yourself
To express your needs
To tell me when I am wrong
and to blossom before me
as a flower worthy of pollination
One that won't ensnare me
in needless complications
So that I too may know trust.

Trust will be our pedestal
or it will be our Waterloo
It is in our hands
and in our hearts
It is the inflection in our words
the pregnancy of our silences
Trust is never to be taken for granted
It is earned with truth and tears.

Aftercare

Spanking you was pure indulgence
Tattooing your porcelain white ass
with hard driving handprints
of mingled red and pink

And didn't I smile
When you begged
To chortle my cock
in your eager throat?
Greasing your chin
with gossamers of pre-cum

I even gave you permission
to not have to ask to climax
Yielding to the pleasure
of staccato orgasms
Induced by both cock and tongue

And so I find you now
Enervated husk smelling of
sex and ass and cum and sweat
enshrouded in my arms
Face upturned

I stroke your every ache
I pepper your peppered ass with kisses
I hold you heartbeat close
I lick tears from your cheeks
I feel the echo of orgasms tingling

This is what you give to me
When you give yourself to me
the essence of your submission
is not as much the act and action
as it is the encore
of your aftercare

Sleeping With You

What will it be like,
Sleeping with you?
Which side of the bed is yours?
Will you hold me as we dream?
Wake and take
my cock in your mouth at 4AM?
Will lying in your own wet spot
strangely comfort and reassure you?
Will you kick me if I snore?
Let me spoon and fondle your breasts
and groan quietly in your ear?
Hog the covers and leave me bare?
Get up to pee and find me
spread eagled and erect when you return?
Will there be a night-light or utter darkness?
And if I tenderly lick your nipple
will it rise without waking you?
Are you horny in the morning?
Will you want it fast or slow
or maybe both, to shake ourselves awake?
Or could we please just lie here
another hour
In each other's arms
Until our hearts beat as one?