“If you don’t want me adding on to that, I suggest you not mention it at all.” He traced the edge of the lace, his finger skirting the dainty cluster of curls topping her pussy. This close he couldn’t miss the beads of moisture caught on the inner curls or the sweet scent of her arousal. He leaned forward, wiggling his tongue in between the soft flesh of her inner thighs until he felt the hard bud of her clitoris. He rolled it around beneath his tongue. Her yelp proceeded her hands sinking into his hair and pulling his head closer. Reaching up, he removed her hands form his hair, and stood up. “These,” he squeezed her wrists lightly for emphasis before putting her hands on the counter beside her, “stay here.”

“But—”

He cut her off. “No buts. I told you I give the orders. If you want something, you ask for it, but do not try to take over.  If you do, I’ll have to punish you.”

She looked frustrated enough to spit bullets. And also intrigued. 

“You’re not turning out to be as much fun as I thought you’d be, ” she muttered.

He smiled and kissed her lips. “That’s because you’re fighting me.”

“I’m not.”

He arched an eyebrow at her

She had the grace to blush. “Well, maybe just a little.”

“Uh-huh.” He bent back toward her groin, wondering how long she’d hold out before testing his resolve.

She made it all of two seconds, before letting loose with a snide, “but I don’t see why you have to have it all your way.”

“Because we agreed on it,” he said on a sigh, scooping her off the counter. He probably should be shocked she lasted that long.  She was an impetuous little thing, he thought with an inner smile as he carried her across room. By the time she thought to struggle, he was seated in one of the kitchen chairs, and she was face down over his lap, her jeans bunched at her thighs, her hands pushing futilely at the floor, trying to get leverage. Her bare ass thrust at him with every wiggle. She was throwing threats before he got to the first slap.

“Max, don’t you dare.”

He shook his head and smiled as he brought his hand down gently across both cheeks. She really was one for pushing.  She gasped and froze.  He left his hand where it landed.

“I’m going to dare a hell of a lot more than this,” he warned her as she shifted beneath his touch. She had the most delectable butt. Plump and firm, very soft against his hand.   Very tempting.

“You are?”  She didn’t sound like she knew how to take that.

“Oh ,yeah.”  He spanked her again for emphasis, keeping it light, letting her get used to the idea, watching as her ass jiggled under his touch.

“Oh God.”

“Did that feel good?” It sure as hell felt good to him,

The muscles of her abdomen dragged on his thighs as she shifted her body higher, positioning herself better.  He rubbed his fingers over her left cheek.  “Not good enough, girl. You have to ask me for what you want.”

She wiggled her butt from side to side.

He shook his head at her antics, and gave her a quick pinch in reprimand.  “With words, Jessie. With words.”

She flopped down on his thighs.  “You are so bossy.”

“Which you like, so what’s the problem?”

“It feels weird.”

“To ask for what you want?”  He stroked his hand fro m the base of her spine to the back of her knees, enjoying the different textures on the way, smiling anew as goose bumps sprang up in the wake of his hand.

“To give up control,” she said with surprising honesty. 

“Girl, you gave that up the minute you walked in here.  This is just accepting the reality of it.”

“Oh.”

“Just oh?”

Her chest flexed on the side of his thigh, and he realized she was nodding.

He wanted to kiss her right then so badly his gut ached. He settled for working his fingers between her legs and stroking her clit with the delicacy of a kiss. The muscles in her spine pulled taut with each pass of his fingers until she was braced across his thighs, her torso parallel to the floor.  On the final pass, the muscles over her shoulder blades snapped into delineation and a fine sheen of sweat had her skin glistening. “So girl, did that feel good?”

Her “Yes.” was a gasp of sound.

He kept stroking her as he asked, “Do you want to feel a whole lot better?”

“Uh-huh”

“Was that little grunt supposed to be an answer?”

Her head arched back as he pinched her sensitive bud lightly. “Yes.”

He pinched again, harder. 

 “Yes!”

Max reluctantly pulled his hand from her sweet flesh, letting his fingers drag up her body’s natural path, making sure to connect with everything in between.  His reward was that sexy little whimper of hers that could turn him rock hard in a second. His cock made its own little whimper in the form of a jerk and a pulse, hungry for her. 

“Then relax across my thighs,” Pressure between her shoulder blades had her collapsing against him.   “Now just stay like that, Alex, and let me make you feel good.”

Immediately, every muscle in her body pulled tight.

“There’s nothing to brace yourself for, girl.  I’m going to make this very, very good for you. Relax” 

He felt her internal struggle to do as he asked in the way her body tensed and shifted on his.

“Very, very good,” he drawled as his finger trailed from the base of her neck up her spine to tuck into the crease between her buttocks.  He got another one of those high-pitched whimpers and the slow relaxation of her body into his.

“That’s right, just relax and let me make you feel good.”

His first smack was just a ghost of sensation, just a little teaser to prick her interest.   She jerked as if he’d landed a full blow.  He shook his head at the reaction even as he ghosted her again.  She had a lot to learn about him.  This time she didn’t jerk, just froze. With the next slap he gave her enough to feel, to arch into, but not enough to pleasure.  Her immediate protest and wiggle earned her a little more force on the next blow, and the next.  Her butt began to blush pink, her breaths began to come faster and every time he pulled his hand back, she was pushing back in anticipation.

“Do you want more, Alex?”

Did I really tell him that? she asked herself frantically. But there was no time left to think. Max snaked one hand inside her shorts and jerked the thong up so that it bit into her still sore ass and her cleft and she shuddered. He lifted her up and bit her nipple roughly, sucking it deep into his mouth as he ground his cock against her before moving away, staring at her with hot eyes. “There’s something dangerous about fantasies, Alex. Sometimes you forget what’s real and what’s not. You willing to risk that? You willing to play rough?” he purred against her ear.

She stared at him, half frightened, but so hot, so eager for him, she’d beg if that was what it took.

“Yes,” she said shakily.

He smiled, a slow, rather cruel twist of his lips that had shivers running down her spine. He licked a long wet trail along her neck and rasped into her ear, “You asked for it, kitten.”

He fell back a little and stared at her, looming over her even though two or three feet separated them.

“Run,” he whispered as he cupped his cock through his jeans.

She ran.

He caught up with her by the stairs and she screamed, a little panicked when he shoved her to her knees and jerked his pants open, taking his swollen cock in hand and dragging her head closer, one hand fisted tightly in her hair. “Your mouth,” he ordered roughly. “On me, now.”

When she hesitated, wondering if she had gotten in over her head, he moved around behind her, pushed her onto her hands and knees and slapped her ass, hard and rough—then he pushed his cock against her rump and growled roughly in warning when she automatically tried to reach for him. He spanked her butt again, harder, and she shuddered. “You wanted it my way, we’re doing it my way, Alex,” he rasped, slid his fingers through the cream soaking through her shorts. “Now when I tell you to put your mouth on my cock, are you going to do it?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. He slid two fingers up the leg of her shorts and plunged inside her, twice, shallowly, before he withdrew. Then he spanked her again, harder and harder until she cried out, the pain mingling with the pleasure.

When he moved back in front of her, taking his imposing cock in his hand, he growled, “Take my cock in your mouth, Alex. Now.” His dark eyes glittered with a feral light and his smile, usually so easy and mellow, was menacing, almost mean. “Now, Alex,” he repeated roughly.

She complied and wondered if she was going to come just with that. He shoved himself into her mouth, roughly, fast, hard until she was fighting not to gag. “Be still,” he ordered when she tried to pull away. He buried both hands in her hair and did something with his thumbs that forced her mouth open wider around his cock as he shuttled in and out and she felt him grow larger, felt the cream pooling in her panties and wondered if she was going to die before he touched her again.

He drove himself further inside than she had ever taken him and her lungs burned as her air was cut off but she took it while he growled and said, “Swallow it. Open your mouth for me, and swallow,” and she did as he drove deep and pumped harder and faster. She tried to pull away and he barked, “Take it, damn it,” so she took it. He held it deep and watched her eyes water, the grunting, sucking wet sounds emanating from her mouth as she struggled to take him. She loved it and wanted more. She felt him tighten, the hot salty essence of him filling her mouth. She swallowed furiously and felt his cock pulse and swell along her tongue. He head thrown back, he groaned his pleasure.

He jerked her to her feet and pinning her against the staircase and growled in her ear about how he was going to fuck her, and spank her, and

Alex felt faint as she stared up at him.

He loomed over her, crowding her against the stairwell as he roughly said, “I’m going to fuck you hard and rough. I’m going spank your sweet, naked ass and listen to you moan and scream and beg me for more.”

Max couldn’t believe he was doing this, couldn’t believe Alex wanted it. This was exactly how rough he liked to get, but he had never imagined taking it so far with her. He could see the half terrified, half desperate arousal on her face as he jerked her hands high over her head, until her spine was arched and it had to be uncomfortable but he cuffed them around one of the banisters, and smiled, a little evilly, as it lifted her breasts.

He paused, pushing the cups of the demi-bra down so that her breasts were lifted and exposed, her nipples hard and ripe and swollen. Max pinched each one, then licked each one in turn and she moaned, a low rough sound that went straight to his rock hard cock. He left her torn shirt in place as he knelt in front of her and jerked her shorts down to her ankles, but not completely off, leaving the thong in place. He forced her to turn around and admired her ass, the way the black lace rode the sweet crevice, the slim lines of her legs. He moved against her rump and pumped his cock against her as he reached around and cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples hard enough to make her arch and whimper before he moved away and to the side—then he spanked her. Five times, each one a little harder until her ass was pink and flushed and she was crying and gasping out.

He whirled her back around and kissed her, biting her lip, sucking on it. His cock brushed against her lace covered cleft and she arched against him. Max moved away, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping slowly while he stared at her. His eyes glittered with a hot, hungry light, his hair spilling over his forehead. His cock jerked in his hand as he stroked it, staring at her hungrily, watching her with a wolf’s stare.

“I almost wish I had waited,” he said softly, clucking his tongue. “If I had waited until now…hmmm, shoving my cock inside your ass right now would be the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever felt. Watch your tail, Alex. When it isn’t so fucking sore…” His voice trailed off and he gave her a slightly evil smile.

Her pale, pretty body was naked except for the black lace of her thong, the shreds of her shirt and the pushed down cups of her bra. Her nipples were red, tight and swollen, the breasts framed by the wire of the demi-bra. And her face was glowing, her sweet brown eyes hot and half blind with arousal.

He had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

Max went back to her, grasping the black lace and pulling it aside as he grabbed her hips and lifted her legs—opening her wet folds, draping her thighs on his shoulders, letting enough of her weight hang on her hands that she was a little uncomfortable but not too much—as he feasted on her sweet, intoxicating cream. Her clit was swollen, hard and when he caught it in his teeth, she screamed and came against his mouth. He drank it down greedily and drove his tongue inside her passage, alternating between stabbing at her clit and biting it and then thrusting into her with his hardened tongue until she came again and again.

By the third climax she was moaning and telling him to stop. He looked up at her and growled roughly, “Shut up, Alex. My way, remember?” Going back to her, adding his fingers and screwing them in and out of her—he then stopped and left her there, moaning and panting, arms stretched overhead while he went to get her vibrator. Returning, he knelt in front of her and drove it inside roughly, quickly, waiting until she was rocking against it and sobbing before he went back to suckling her clit.

“Damn it, Max, I can’t—” she shrieked as he forced her into a fourth.

“You will,” he growled, pulling the vibrator down, then driving it back up inside. She climaxed around it with a sob and went limp. He slid the vibrator from her with a wet, sucking sound and tossed it over his shoulder as he studied her swollen tissues before looking up at her.

She looked exhausted.

He smiled, a hot, feral grin that made his eyes gleam. Then he leaned in and licked her lightly to test her. Almost there. He wanted her tight and swollen and sensitive. When he finally pulled his face from her soaking pussy, he touched her lightly, just a ghost touch of his index finger on her clit, and it made her scream.

Alex looked too drained for anything else. He hadn’t done what she had asked yet, but he touched her clit lightly, with just his fingers, and she jerked as though struck by a lightning bolt. She stared down at him warily as he looked up at her with dark, unreadable eyes.

He continued to kneel at her feet, his face wet and gleaming from her cream, as he slid his shirt off with slow methodical motions. “You’re tighter now than you’ve ever been,” he mused. “Swollen, and wet, and sore…you’re going to feel so tight around me. And it’s going to feel like I’m driving clear up to your throat.” Wrapping his hand around his cock as he knelt by her feet, he said, “I’m going to like this, Alex. I hope you know just how much.”

Slowly, he pushed to his feet, his thick cock throbbing against his flat belly as he reached for her hips and moved slowly, waiting until she was staring at him. “My way,” he whispered darkly before driving ruthlessly inside her tight body, working his cock deep inside while she shuddered and twisted and moaned. He drove completely in, fighting the tight, swollen clasp of her body and when he had his thick cock completely inside her, he buried one hand in her hair and made her look at him. “Tell me again…how do you want me to fuck you?” he purred roughly.

“…your way…” she sobbed, twisting weakly against him.

“My way,” he agreed and he jerked her thighs high, wide-open, and gave her exactly what she had asked for—a rough, hard fuck. He shoved her breast high, catching one nipple in his mouth and biting down, while she screamed out his name.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was rocking against him, riding him as surely as he rode her. He reached behind him with a snarl and unlocked her legs, catching her behind the knees and pushing her open, letting her weight rest on his forearms and from the cuffs that still held her. Staring into her eyes, he pulled out and drove in, hard. “Fuck you, hard and rough, remember?” he purred, moving around until he could pinch her nipple roughly. “In your fantasies, did you fuck me back, or was it just me fucking you?”

“Just you…” she whimpered, crying out as he surged back inside her.

“I like these fantasies of yours, Alley-cat,” he growled, gripping the soft underside of her knees with bruising pressure while he used all the power in his thighs and back and hips to drive his cock inside her swollen, tight sheath. Her tissues clung to him, silken and wet. “Too much. Later, you fuck me, but now—” He drove back inside, loving her slick, wet pussy, the way she sobbed his name, how she looked, cuffed and open and begging for him.

Her shirt still hung in a tangle around her shoulders, the demi-bra pushing her round little breasts up, framing them. Her nipples were tight, hard and swollen, rising and falling raggedly as she struggled to breathe. Her green eyes were wild and frightened and hungry, driving him on as he rode her harder, the sound of her moans sending little thrills of sensation down his spine to tighten his balls to the point of pain.

Her sheath held him tightly, too tightly, resisting each deep, brutal thrust and he loved it. Catching her mouth, he kissed her savagely as he drove deep and hard, ramming his cock to her depths.

She screamed and shuddered and started to chant his name, “Yes, please, Max, more, please, Max, more..."

There was a hand on her stomach. A hand that was not hers attached to a heavy forearm curled around her waist. She blinked one eye open. Unmoving, she followed that forearm up to a shoulder.   

Her other eye popped open.  

Oh God.  

She took a quick but unmoving inventory. Her thighs ached. Her bottom was sore (she didn't know exactly how sore, but wasn't anxious to find out). Her neck felt a bit stiff - she remembered feeling his teeth there.  Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples bruised from the crush of the wicked little clamps he'd attached somewhere a long the way. 

The memory of holding her own knees up and open, as he introduced that wicked little bit of leather to her most tender parts in quick,stinging little kisses flashed through her, making her thighs clench a little. 

If she could get up and get to the bathroom without waking him, she could inspect the damage in private.  His breathing remained even. She lifted his arm from around her, and slid her feet of the bed.   The moment her ass made contact with the bedding, she shot to her feet, trying to relieve a little bit of the soreness.  Her thighs immediately protested.  She forced herself to straighten.  

She froze as she heard him shift in the bed.  She wasn't ready to talk to him yet. She needed to be alone, to figure it out, to remember who she was after getting lost in the place he had pushed her to last night.  She took the few steps to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.  

Glancing in the mirror gave her pause.  She looked like the walking wounded.  Her hair tangled and wild, her mascara more on her cheeks than her lashes, his teeth marks on the inner curve of her right breast.  Turning so that her back faced the mirror, she  peered at the raised welts that marched in paralell lines over her upper back, a matching, even more red set of lines  on her ass. These were a reminder of his skill and pleasure in using that whippy, evil length of bamboo. 

She moved to the toilet, lifting the seat cover, lowering herself gingerly on to the porcelain. Tearing a length of toilet paper, she dried herself, thankful that he'd had the foresight to clean them both with a damp washcloth before they slept. Even her insides felt marked by him. 

It had been amazing.  He had pushed her. He knew that it was, in some ways, easier for her to be tied than to willingly hold herself still and open. He had seen her hesitation.  He had had allowed her to have an orgasm with just his teeth on her nipples, his fingers stretching open a hole already stretched by her wide spread thighs.