What You Want – BDSM


“What you want doesn’t matter to me.”

His words were like candy. An offering of something she had all the time known she wanted, but never been able to have. They were a promise and a threat.

“But how will I know my limits if I have no say in what happens to me,” she said, her voice breaking ever so slightly.

He scrubbed a hand over his chin, over the days worth of stubble that, ever since she had arrived, she’d been imagining rubbing over her freshly shaven pussy. This was only her third time surrendering herself to him, and both of the previous times he’d been clean shaven. She liked the rough look, it suited him better. Suited the situation better.

“You remember your safe words?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“What are they?”

“Yellow if I’m almost at my limit and red if I need you to stop.”

“Good girl. And what do you do if you’re unable to speak?”

“Flex my hands and blink rapidly.” She demonstrated both movements and when he smiled at her, she couldn’t help but be warmed by it. By his pride in her.

Trying not to break form, she shifted her foot slightly, still not used to the stiletto heels he insisted she wear. He had positioned her by the door, legs spread wide, arms at her side. She wore nothing but the leather harness he had given her on their first night together. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail that trailed down her back, her lips painted a bright red. She felt completely exposed and it made her wet, standing in front of him like that, while he stood fully clothed, drinking her in.

“We’ve talked about your hard limits, right?”

“Yes.”

At the end of their last play session, they had lain on the bed, his arms around her, and he asked her what she wouldn’t be eager to do for him. She thought briefly if it was a test, wondered her answer should be “Nothing.” but then she looked into his face and saw he was serious.

So she had given him the list, brief but succinct, consisting of much of the same hard limits she had seen many submissives list on their profiles.

“I would never do any of those things to you,” he reassured her, again scrubbing his hand over that damn stubble, making her squirm a little where she stood. “You trust me right?”

She did. Implicitly. Completely.

“I need you to answer me pet.”

Once again she nodded. “I trust you.”

He moved quickly, his hand closing around her throat. She stumbled in her heels, but he held her firmly in place, squeezing just hard enough to show what he was capable of but not hard enough to cut off her air supply.

“Then what makes you think I give a shit what you’re worried about?”

She moaned at his words, anticipation building inside her. Tonight was gonna be different, she could feel the energy between them, feel the heat coming off of him in waves. If she had any concerns about her limits, tonight he was surely gonna test them.

Tonight was gonna hurt.

He held her there, immobile, pulling her up onto her toes and she willed herself to leave her hands at her sides, to not pull at his arm. When he finally lowered her back down, it was only by a few inches but it felt like so much more.

As she struggled to catch her breath, he moved closer, his face so close to hers, his own breath ragged. With his left hand he gripped her long ponytail and pulled her head back. His right hand roamed over her body. Twisting her nipples, slapping her breasts, rubbing her clit. He kissed her neck and slowly slid one finger into her dripping pussy.

“Oh my pet,” he mumbled into her neck, pulling even harder on her hair. “You are so wet for me. So willing.”

He pulled his finger out of her cunt and brought it up to her lips. She sucked on it greedily, licking it clean, enjoying the taste of her own desire.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

She did as she was instructed, moving carefully so as to not slip in these heels. Her toes were already starting to go numb and she thought just how long she’d be made to stand in them. She placed her hands on the wall above her head and pushed her ass back as he had shown her to.

He knelt behind her, his hand caressing her bare ass, his finger teasing her clit, his teeth nipping at the skin on the inside of her thigh. She looked down and, seeing the spreader bar and cuffs in his hands, drew in a quick breath. This was new.

Her ankles were secured quickly and as he stood back up, he laughed. “You are completely helpless now my pet. What have you done?”

When he smacked her ass for the first time the sound reverberated around the room, filling it briefly and then disappearing. Then he struck her again and again, the sound louder, overlapping with her own moans. She leaned into the wall, placing her forehead against it for support, her arms and legs both beginning to quiver, complaining about the position they were being forced to hold.

But the fire on her skin was heavenly. Each blow adding to the pain of the last, never fading, just building her up, edging her closer. Was it efficient to cum like this? Without being touched in any of her most sensitive areas? Just as she wondered she might learn the answer, he stopped.

She groaned into the wall, feeling his calloused hand rubbing over her ass cheeks surely were a gorgeous shade of dark red by now. Then he reached around her and grabbed both her nipples between his fingers, twisting hard. She cried out and he pulled on her ponytail, trying to turn her around to face him. The spreader bar and heels made this awkward and once again he laughed at her predicament.

When she was finally turned around, she kept her chin high and her eyes cast down. He brought over two new cuffs and placed them on her wrists. He then secured them to the rings on the side of the harness she wore. She was now fully bound, completely at his mercy.

“Did you like that spanking, my pet?”

“Yes,” she said. “Thank you.”

He placed his hand on her chest, pushing her back. Her ass cheeks pressed against the cool wall, a respite from the fire. He played with her there, exploring her body however he wanted. Taking her nipple into his mouth while he teased her swollen clit. Pushing two fingers into her mouth and two more into her pussy. He slapped her face and then kissed her and then did it again.

She was helpless to stop him, not that she wanted to. Finally, he leaned against her, pinning her to the wall, his erection pushing into her thigh through his jeans. She was panting, he was grinning.

“I think it’s time we get serious.”

*****

She shuffled beside him over to the king size bed where she sat at the end, her legs still spread by the bar, her hands still at her sides. The sheets, though soft cotton, felt as rough as burlap on the tender skin of her ass. The sensation reminding her of what she had allowed him to do to her. Of what she had submitted to.

When he pulled the nipple clamps from his pocket she didn’t recognize them. The only ones they had used before were silver and narrow, almost like jewelry. But these were black metal, almost shaped like a butterfly and connected by a chain. He took her left nipple in his fingers and rubbed gently, making it harden immediately. Then he pinched the sides of the clamp to open it and attached it. It hurt, a lot. Enough to make her gasp.

He did the same to her right nipple, tugging gently on the chain when it was done, and smiling down at her. The black metal contrasted against her white skin so beautifully.

“Wiggle them around a little,” he commanded. And when she did he could see her fighting the pain. That was the fun of it, to discover that line between pain and pleasure. To see what she could handle. To test her limits.

“Breathe through the pain,” he said, pulling once again on the chain. “Channel that sensation somewhere different.”

As he said the word ‘different’ he slipped a finger into her pussy and she moaned. She was absolutely dripping and he easily slid two more fingers in, stretching her out as he explored. The next time she moaned, he pulled on the chain, harder than he had before. This time, instead of gasping, she closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and took a deep breath. Exactly what he had told her to do.

“Good girl,” he said, removing his fingers and putting them in her mouth to clean. “Now lie back and close your eyes.”

He watched as she followed his instructions, unable to do much more than just recline onto the bed. She tried to shuffle back but with her hands attached to her sides and her feet immobilized by the spreader bar it was a futile effort. It didn’t matter though, because he wanted her right where she was.

Grabbing the bar in the middle he lifted and her feet rose into the air. He attached the bar at each end to the chain hanging from the ceiling, and then stood back to admire his work.

With her legs spread like this, she was completely open to him. So many possibilities ran through his mind, but he kept coming back to her pretty little ass. In their first two play sessions, he had used only a small plug and she had found even that hard to handle. If today was about pushing her boundaries and giving him what he wanted then he was gonna claim her ass for himself.

Lying on the bed, bound to herself, her legs in the air, her pussy exposed and dripping, her nipples painfully clamped, she thought what he was thinking of doing to her next. The anticipation was intoxicating.

“What you want doesn’t matter to me.”

His words kept playing in her mind, causing a mix of fear and excitement to course through her. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted. She wanted him to test her. Fighting the urge to open her eyes, she focused on what her body was feeling right now. The pressure of the nipple clamps, the wetness dripping from her cunt, the helplessness of having her legs spread and raised.

Then his fingers were spreading her pussy lips and something large was being pushed in. Not his cock, she knew what that felt like. No, this must be a dildo and it was larger than anything she had endured before.

“Hold that in,” he commanded and she tightened her pussy around it. He moved it in and out of her a few times and she moaned. At the sound he stopped. “I don’t want you to make any noise. Endure this like a good little, silent sub.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied obediently, but she knew that would be a challenge. Still she had a try.

He resumed fucking her with the dildo, each thrust causing the clamps on her nipples to shift and pinch. She pulled at the restraints on her side, knowing they wouldn’t move but fighting the need to have some control. Finally, just when she was ready to explode, he stopped and ordered her to hold the toy in her cunt.

She felt the bed dip next to her. “Open your eyes,” he said and when she did, she found him kneeling beside her, his cock inches from her mouth. As much as she wanted to take it in her mouth, she knew she needed to wait for permission.

“Do you want this?” he asked.

She nodded, wishing she could bring her hands up and stroke it. Prove how much pleasure she could give him if he let her. “Yes please.”

He looked down at her with an expression of curiosity and pity. “Oh my pet, you forget. What you want doesn’t matter to me.”

His right hand lashed out, slapping her left cheek forcefully, causing tears to spring to her eyes. She nearly let the dildo slip out, only just clenching her cunt in time to hold it in. He slapped her again, once, twice, three times, her cheeks stinging.

“The only thing that matters tonight is what I want,” he said. “And I want to fuck your ass.”

He couldn’t help but smile at the look that crossed her face at that moment. He knew she didn’t want this but they had been clear from the beginning that he would take whatever he wanted, unless she used the safe words.

He pushed his cock against her bright red lips, because even though he knew she wanted to suck him, they were just too hard to withstand. She wrapped them around him and pulled him in, sucking gently, rubbing her tongue over the tip. Fuck, he was close. He needed to pull back before he came down her pretty little throat.

When he pulled out, she gave a little whimper and he considered punishing her for breaking the order to be quiet, but he knew she was about to suffer enough.

“Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say you can cum.”

She nodded and resting her head back against the bed did as she was told. He got off the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube. She was still holding the dildo in place and he played with it, shoving it forcefully in and out of her, while also rubbing her clit. This time she managed to stay silent but he watched the struggle on her face.

His cock twitched and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer to take her. Holding the dildo still in her pussy, he covered her asshole with the lube, sliding one finger in as he did. He felt her tense but she made no sound. He slipped another finger in, stretching her.

“Relax,” he said. “Don’t fight it.”

She did as she was told and he felt her ass soften for him. God, he was so close to cumming and he hadn’t even been inside her yet. The things she did to him.

He pushed the head of his cock against the opening of her ass and eased his way in. She drew a quick breath in and then just as quickly, exhaled and relaxed. He pushed in a little further.

Fuck, she felt good. So tight. He stopped his progression and slid the dildo in and out again. With his other hand he played with her clit. Her head thrashed from side to side and he knew she must be close as well.

“You can come whenever you want,” he said. “but you must stay quiet.”

She thrashed again and he knew the look on her face. Knew she was lost to the sensations and he couldn’t hold it any longer himself. He pushed further into her, still thrusting the dildo and rubbing her clit and when he felt her finally let go, felt her release, he pushed all the way in and fucked her ass like he had been dreaming about doing from the moment he first laid eyes on her.

He could feel the hard dildo in her pussy as he pumped and when she let out a scream, it undid him. He came inside her like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore, filling her ass with his cum, claiming it for himself. She continued to quake as his cock jerked inside her and then they both stilled. Hearts pounding, breath ragged.

Finally, he pulled out of her, watching as his cum spilled out of her and onto the bed. She looked so gorgeous, bound helplessly, dildo still buried in her cunt.

He knelt beside her again and told her to open her eyes. She slowly opened them, stopping halfway, hooded and exhausted. Pleased with herself.

“I told you to stay quiet,” he said, enjoying the way her face came back to life, knowing she understood the meaning of his words. “You need to learn to follow instructions.”

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