“You know you said we could always be honest with each other?” Brian settled down onto the couch.
“Yes, I remember that.” Great, what’s he about to hit me with now? “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Mags.”
“Then what is it?” Fine, if there was nothing wrong, she could handle it.
“You’re pretty open minded, right?”
“I like to think so.”
Brian shifted on the couch, his cheeks a bright pink. “You’ve no plans for the evening?”
“No…”
“I’m not sure how to say this – but here goes. I want you to tie me up and ride me.”
Mags blinked and stared at him. Of all the things Brian could have said to her, this was the one she’d not expected. Not in a million years. The man who now sat on her couch had been her lover for two years now. A Rugby player. He wasn’t quite a walking brick wall, but he came a close second. To find out that he wanted to be tied up…
“Is this a joke?”
“No, it’s not. Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought this up.” Brian flushed a deeper shade of scarlet.
“You’re not joking, are you?”
“No, I’m not.” Brian ducked his head. “Sorry, I’ll go…”
“No, wait.” Mags took a deep breath and pushed up from her chair. “You want me to tie you up and ride you?
“Yes – if you’re up for that. If the idea disgusts you, then we can forget I said anything. It’s no big deal.”
Brian, tied up, naked, on her bed, helpless for anything she wanted to do with him? She’d be a fool to let the opportunity pass her by. “And I can do anything I want?”
“Sure, if you go too far I’ll yell – erm – Red?”
“Red? Okay, that would work.” Mags shivered as she let her gaze linger on his hardened form. “The bedroom, then.”
“Just give me a few to get ready, alright?” He smiled, though his cheeks were still bright red, and hauled himself out of the couch. “And thank you.” He vanished from the living room and she heard their bedroom door open.
Mags shook her head. She’d never thought he was the type to be submissive, but as the idea sank it, it appealed to her more and more. Holding him down on the bed – no, tying him down – could be fun. A lot of fun. His body helpless for her touch. His cock little more than a toy for her amusement.
How long was she supposed to give him? A few minutes? She’d given him long enough. Mags pushed back her hair and walked into the bedroom, and hissed. Brian was naked. He’d attached cuffs, with chains and quick ties, to the four corners of the bed and he’d settled himself there, face up, his cock hard and twitching at the sight of her still clothed body.
“I wasn’t sure you’d…”
“Silence. If I’m in charge now, you don’t speak unless told to.” Mags grinned, she could really get into this if he gave her even half a chance. “When you respond to a question you’ll do so using the word, ma’am. Is that clear?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he trembled visibly as he waited for her on the bed.
“Good. Close your eyes.” There had to be something she could use as a blindfold…Her scarf, the silk one? Yes, that would work. She turned and rummaged through one of her drawers to find it, but not before checking that Brian was obeying her. His eyes were closed and he hadn’t moved – good. This was going to be interesting.
She set the scarf down and fastened the cuffs onto his wrists and ankles. They were simple Velcro cuffs, but would hold him in place. If all went well, she’d be able to find out where he picked them up from once the evening was done. She bound the scarf about his eyes, making certain that his sight was stolen for the evening.
He shivered as she stepped back from the bed and slipped out of her clothing, making as little noise as possible. Did he know where she was in the room? No, of course not, he only knew that she was in the room, and nothing more.
Heat flared through her body as she looked down on his bound form. Nude, helpless, and waiting for her. Her nipples crinkled into hardened points. Her breasts tightened, the skin taut across heavy mounds. Powerful. Sensual in a way she’d never known before.
Mags tugged open the bedside cabinet and found a small foil packet. Good. She’d need this before the night was through. With the packet in hand she moved onto the bed. Her inner walls were slick with hunger.
His cock twitched even as she settled across his body, her thighs aching with the stretch. He groaned at the touch of her naked flesh. His hands clenched into tight fists. A low roll played through his hips, his bottom lip sucked in between his teeth as he struggled not to speak.
Mags leaned forward and traced her nails over his chest, watching as his skin tightened beneath her touch. His abs rippled. The muscles in his arms knotted. She teased her nails across his flat, pebbled nipples and smiled.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he groaned, his hips rolling, muscles tight.
“And you want more?”
“Yes, ma’am, oh, god, yes.”
She leaned down and brushed her lips over his throat, tasting, tracing the tip of her tongue across his skin. His pulse beckoned her. She closed her lips about the flicker of his pulse and suckled until he arched beneath her. His cock thickened against her inner thigh as she teased his trapped flesh, adding to his torment. Her breasts brushed his chest, nipples hard as they scraped a path over his skin with each soft move of her body against his.
His thighs tensed, heels pressed against the bedding, and each shudder that passed through his hips urged her to try something a little more daring. He expects me to drag this out? Well, it’s not going to happen. I’m taking him.
Mags sat back up and reached for the foil package. Her lower lips, hot, swollen, and slick with her own hunger, rubbed against his cock. He growled, then whimpered, pressing himself to her, unable to do anything more than wait for whatever it was she would do to him.
“You want me to tease you, torment you, until you’re screaming for mercy.”
“Yes, ma’am. Please. Show me my place in life!”
“And your place is to be pleasing to me, in whatever manner I so desire, is that not so?” Her sex clenched at the power behind her words.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And if I want to take you, use you, here and now, what then?”
“I – I don’t know, ma’am.” Brian’s cock jumped beneath her body, eager and hungry. “I’m here to serve you, not myself.”
“Good, very good,” she eased away from his cock and ripped open the foil package. “You’re mine, a toy to play with, use, fuck, and enjoy.”
He groaned, sweat beaded across his body, his cock twitching beneath her touch as she eased the condom down onto his erection. “And I plan on doing just that. Using you as a little fuck toy until I come.”
“Ma’am!”
“I didn’t say you could speak, or ask you a question, slut!” She slapped one hand down, hard and fast on his thigh. “Do not displease me again. Is that clear?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.” God, this was intoxicating, she’d never felt anything like this before and only hoped that they would be able to play this out again with him. “Don’t move. Not one muscle.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He growled between clenched teeth.
Mags smiled and eased, slowly, down onto his cock. Her slick inner walls grasped his thick erection, claiming it. Holding it tight. She groaned, a deep roll claiming her hips. Her thighs tight on either side of his hips. Without another word she moved. Fucking down on his cock. Riding it. Sweat beaded on her breasts. Her body eager and hungry for more. Her hips rocked. Her belly tight.
“So thick, so tight. I could do this all night!”
He whimpered, his body tight, sweat coated his skin as he struggled not to move. Not to give into the urge to move beneath her. Yet he obeyed. He held his position. His cock the only part of him that disobeyed her as it twitched and throbbed within her being, matching the movements of her hips.
Pressure built within her walls. She couldn’t shut it down, she didn’t want to, she needed this, the pleasure, the delight of being in charge of a man who could easily pin her to the bed. No, this time she had the power.
Power, control, domination, he was her plaything. His cock nothing more than a living dildo, a toy beneath her. Her breasts rocked, nipples hard as she slipped one hand between her thighs, toying with her click, flicking it. The heated, wet sounds of her sex filled the air as she rocked down onto his cock.
“You’re mine!”
“Yes, ma’am, yours. Always yours.” He groaned, shuddering. “Please, ma’am. Let me move. I need to move. I’m begging you.”
“Move!” She leaned down, resting her hands on his chest, her hips rocking, pressing back against him. Meeting his new, eager thrusts as he pushed against her. Pressure. Pain. She couldn’t think straight. Her thighs clenched against his body. She couldn’t control it. Not now. Her vision blurred, breath burned, her lungs tight as she screamed. “God, I’m going to come!”
“Please, let me!”
“Come with me, come for me, now!”
“Yes!” Brian cried out, his body arching beneath hers, hips half lifting from the bed.
Lights flashed across her vision, her body shaking as she shuddered above him, trying to catch her breath. Her legs didn’t want to work, her pussy rippled in waves of dying pleasure as she leaned down against his chest, her cheek resting above his heart.
“God,” she whispered.
“Thank you,” his voice little more than a low groan. “I – I wasn’t sure you’d want to…”
“Well, I did.”
“And will you again?” Hope touched his voice.
“That’s something we’ll have to discuss.” Mags smiled and pressed a kiss against his chest. Next time she’d want a little more notice. Planning time, to get the details right, but yes, there’d be a next time.
Save a horse, ride a rugby player…
Originally published February 2009