“I like a can-do attitude,” she purred.
“I know. It’s fairly obvious,” he responded.
“How so?” she asked.
“Well,” he said, as his tongue traced a line from the inside of her far upper thigh to her crotch, “You’re fucking soaking.”
“Guilty as charged,” she laughed.
“And since we first started seeing one another, you now open your legs much wider for my mouth.”
“Why do you think that is?” she asked.
“Because you want me to own this.” he said, his tongue edging slowly but confidently towards her wet slit.
“Own what?” she tentatively inquired.
“This,” he replied, and with that he took the thumb of each hand, spreading her soaked slit open and driving his stiffened tongue inside her. He could feel her squirm as he methodically and repeatedly drove his tongue deep into her, deep past her insanely pretty labia and into her vagina. Part of him felt the futility of the gesture, but part of him felt keenly a desire to be inside her, penetrating her with anything he had to hand. Besides: it felt fantastic to be tongue fucking her; it wasn’t the thing he wanted but at this point it was the thing he needed.
She keenly felt that need too; she found herself sitting up, propped up on her elbows, watching him in what might have appeared to an observer to be a frenzy, but what she could feel inside herself a targeted, needful act. Here she was, her legs spread, her pussy lips spread and his tongue plunging into her cunt as deeply as he could; she could see the effort on his face, and feel the tongue inside her, and she lay back again, simply enjoying his need. She found it strangely comforting; this man committed to her pleasure, and the rising scent of her sex and his taste for it.
A man’s neck can only tolerate so much, alas, and his additional need to see her eyes and feel her kisses can overtake the most frenetic of desires; he collapsed beside her on the bed and she ministered to both; he remained in bliss, but a different department.
She reached between her legs and gathered some of the accumulated wetness; he thought she might taste it from her hand, but she could taste plenty of it on his lips, and did. She took the slippery fluid and deposited it on his stiffening cock and massaged it; after a while, she spoke.
“I want you,” she said, “to put aside your worries about this. I want you to trust me. I want you to accept my temporary, complete and utter consent to do the things you want to do to me. I want you to understand that my trust in you is well founded. I want what you want. I want to be what you want me to be for you. I want you to take me for now, for a limited time, for a trial period, as completely granted. I want you to accept my agency, to accept my permission, to accept my time bound but otherwise complete surrender to you, and I want you to tie me up, if you can, and entirely take away my control. Is that clear?”
He kissed her and looked deeply into her eyes.
“I worry about what this does to us if who I am with you restrained isn’t what you want me to be.”
“But I trust you. I’m not asking for you to hurt me, but if I get hurt I accept that. I don’t think you want to hurt me. I know you’ll be gentle with me, but I’m asking you not to be. I’m asking you to consider me for granted. I will do whatever you wish. Literally anything you desire, I want to be part of. I’m not asking you to remove my brain. I’m asking you to remove my control. I’m asking for you to own me.”
“Christ,” he said. “That’s a big thing.”
“It is. I want to be alive and able to walk at the end. I want to still be able to go to work tomorrow. But I know you respect me. I’m asking you to park that desire to protect me, and to fucking own me.”
He nodded.
“I’m in,” he said.
“You will be,” she replied, and began to stroke his cock with the slick wet lube with which she had covered his shaft.
“Okay,” he said. “Get on your knees.”
“Can do,” she laughed, and just as she had propped herself up on all fours, she felt his cock without any warning thrust deep inside her. This was urgent, rough, totally confident fucking.
“Jesus,” she said, shocked by the brutality of the thrust.
“If we’re going to do this properly,” he grunted, fucking his length into her,
“Yes?” she asked
“If we’re going to do this properly, I’m going to need some time to think. Now you’ve been playing on my mind all day,” he said, driving another total thrust into her.
“You’ve been playing on my mind all day, and these balls are fucking fizzing,” he said, drawing slowly out, taking the time to enjoy the sight of her young cunt clinging to his shaft as he withdrew.
“So I’m going to start with a clean sheet,” he said, now simply thumping into her, the root of his cock tight against her shapely, pert ass.
“And I’m going to start fresh,” (drawing out, watching her asshole, seeing how his dick seemed perfectly fitting as he did so)
“With your pretty little innocent girl pussy filled with and dripping with my spunk.”
She shuddered with a sensation close to excitement. He seemed to have grasped her desire. It wasn’t all he grasped. She felt his hands around her waist as he used her, as if she was some elaborate sex doll, some human sized fleshlight, a cock sleeve, on and off his shaft, until she heard a strain in his breathing and the unmistakable pulse of a man’s full load squirting insistently inside her supple, supine cunt.
He had grasped it, and now his body had taken over, doing its best to truly own her and fill her womb.
She was only a little surprised then, to feel him push her off and down onto the bed, momentarily discarded.
“Where are these ropes,” he asked, already moving on in his mind to the next act. She stared into the pillow, hoping this hadn’t been a terrible error. Who was he?