This life of mine has seen some adventures. Perhaps more than my share or perhaps less, depending on who is asked. Some have been sexual, some haven't. Some have been dangerous, and some have simply been weird. As I sat across from Eliza, listening to her proposal for my next adventure, I considered how particularly dangerous it was.

She leaned back into the soft couch after a long exchange, her eyes locked on mine in an intense and steady gaze as she stretched the slender legs that were left bare by her shorts.

“Come on. You know you've always wanted to do something like this.” She was teasing me while maintaining the calm of a negotiation.

“I also know it's against our rules. You know the rules are there for a reason, Eliza,” I returned her gaze as I thought about the prospect and struggled with a decision.

“Yes, but I know the rules; you taught me perfectly, and I'm the broker of this scene. Everything will be kept safe.”

“Even our safety protocols have limits of effectiveness,” I said. “This sort of thing is never really safe. That's why it is against the rules.”

She sat up, leaning forward in her seat.

“Aaron,” she began. “I've known you for a long time now. I know her reasonably enough, or she wouldn't be considered. Someone like me brokering and negotiating for the people involved is about as safe as you can get with an unprotected anonymous encounter.”

I nodded, thinking about the emphasis she played on the words she had repeated several times now. She was teasing me. Of course I want to do it, I thought. There was a certain thrill in having sex with a woman I've never met without protection, a certain taboo. It was unwise, and against the rules for several reasons. And that is precisely why a primal part of me wanted so badly to do it, why the thrill existed behind the fantasy. This particular situation was, as Eliza said, about as safe as this sort of scene could ever get. A third party doing all of the necessary negotiations and checks, while the participants themselves get the full experience of their fantasy fulfilled. It was the only way I would ever allow such a thing, and she knew it.

“You know that I prefer to meet people and build relationships before playing, for reasons far beyond safety concerns.”

She nodded. “Compatibility, learning to read them, adjusting yourself to their needs. I know how you are. But I also know this is a major fantasy for you, and I'm certain this girl is a good fit for it.”

I took a deep breath, thinking and letting the idea sink in while all of my concerns bubbled up.

“Alright,” I said after a while. “I'll do it.”

“Yes!” she responded with an excited jump in her seat. “You won't regret it. I promise!”

“There are a few things to discuss,” I said, interrupting her glee. “Even if I don't know the person, I need to know the scenario. When, where. Her limits. Triggers.”

She gazed into my eyes for a moment, pulled from her own sudden fantasies. “Are you sure we should discussed the scenario in depth?”

I wondered for a moment. “Do you think we're compatible enough for me to read her and play the scene on instinct?”

“I imagine it's harder with a stranger, but you always have been good at inventing a scene on the spot.”

Nodding, I let my thoughts wander in that direction before replying. “Alright. We'll discuss a couple of general things later, but if you think the go-with-the-flow scene structure will work with her, I trust you. So, when?”

She smiled. “When is for you to decide. I know your schedule, and she's slightly more flexible. You and I can mediate something comfortable for her.”

“As for where,” she continued, “that should be here. I can drive her over, even lead her into the bedroom with a blindfold on. It'll add an extra thrill for her, keep your address anonymous, and you'll have full access to all the goodies of the dungeon if you decide to use them.”

I nodded. “Very good. The rest?”

“I'm afraid she's not experienced enough to know herself too deeply. I've gone over checklists and stuff with her, but most of it just makes her curious. I expect she's rather liberal sexually, but we won't really know her limits until we begin to approach them, so we can only be careful and go through our normal protocols. Start slow and work up as you get a feel for her and learn to read her. Push her as far as you dare, though. Don't baby her. She can probably handle most of what I can, she just hasn't experienced as much as me. It's all a bit different given the circumstances, but I trust you'll figure out what she can handle quickly.”

I nodded again. “I'll be gentle with her, then.”

She smirked, knowing well what my idea of gentle was. “As for traumas, or triggers that hit a nerve,” she continued with a more serious expression, “there are none that she's shared with me. Again, our normal beginner protocols should work just fine for this scene.”

“And the overall scenario?” I asked.

“You'll find a slutty woman you've never seen before in your bed after coming home,” she smiled. “The rest you can improvise.”

I chuckled. That could be quite fun.“What about safe words or signals?”

She widened her smile. “Her hand signal is the peace sign, and if you don't keep her gagged the whole time her safe word is pudding.”

“Pudding?” I asked, raising a brow.

“Pudding.” She held firm with a smile, and I knew it was a story I would hear eventually.

“Alright,” I said, chuckling softly. “All noted. Thank you for preparing this properly.”

She smiled and blushed a little. “It is prepared properly, too. You have nothing to worry about on the safety front, and she has very good ideas of what to expect from you. Although the circumstances are different, all of our normal safety protocols and most of the other rules have been met. All you have to do is walk in and take her.”

I chuckled again. “As for when,” I said. “Tomorrow night?”

She grinned. “Perfect and done.”

We smiled to each other, sharing a warmth in silence. There are things that only lovers can share, things that are too much for mere words. Resisting each other, we each prepared the wicked plans we had for this new, anonymous encounter of mine.

As the evening rolled on, Eliza and I worked out the rest of the necessary details of what was going to take place. It was difficult to maintain the sense of spontaneity associated with this particular fantasy while setting everything up properly, but I decided I would much rather have this sense of security for what was going to happen than the sense of very real risk and danger I would have had, and the worry that would follow, after fulfilling the fantasy to the imaginary letter. Fantasies are great, but fulfilling them often requires a lot of thought and preparation.

When night came, we decided not to sleep together because we were both excited and knew what would happen.

“Besides,” Eliza said, “while you're laying in bed thinking about my pussy, just imagine that tomorrow night you're going to be releasing all that frustration on a fresh pussy you've never met.”

“You do know how to talk to a man,” I replied. And I love it.

She grinned and I knew that she understood my thoughts.

I did let my mind wander that night, but I ultimately decided to sleep and conserve my strength. Most of my fantasizing took place the next day. I rarely let myself be distracted while I work, but this was a special occasion and I had plenty to think about. The hours rolled on, and I'm certain I remained half erect the entire day. A couple of the people who know of my lifestyle even offered curious glances, but I survived the day without being obvious to most people.

After clocking out, I let my mind run a bit wilder. The drive home was insufferable as I let the pleasure build, let my thoughts explore every corner of my fantasy and what I was going to do. The anticipation built to an intense high by the time I pulled into the drive. While I refrained from moving in a hurry, controlling myself as I believed a man of my position should, I also made no effort to hide the bulge in my pants while walking up to my door. In retrospect, perhaps it's a good thing that none of the neighbors were around at the time.

The knob turned under my hand and I stepped inside, locking it behind me. I noted that it had been left unlocked.

They're waiting.

I walked silently through the house towards the bedroom. “The Dungeon,” as Eliza called it, was a lot more humble than it sounded. It was a rather normal bedroom, with a king sized bed and matching furniture placed where such things are meant to be. What impressed her about the place was my modifications to nearly everything in the room. It was my private dungeon; a normal bedroom at one moment, a torture chamber the next, and a romantic love nest the very next. Small changes can create large effects, and the entire room was designed to make those small changes very easy to implement.

Walking through the house, I noted the absence – or rather, the invisibility – of Eliza. I knew she would be somewhere, would surely be watching. Maybe through a video feed, maybe even hiding in the closet. But she would be nearby, both as voyeur and as our safety backup. I wondered where she would be hiding and how she would keep tabs on the scene she created for me and her friend, but as the door to my little dungeon came open my mind shifted elsewhere.

My expected guest was laying bound to the bed, wrists and ankles tied to the four corner posts by chain and leather shackle. It left her in a wide spread eagle position. She was gagged and blindfolded, and I took note that her ears were open to hear. I would make use of that.

I adjusted my walk, normally quiet, to make a little extra noise. I let her hear every step as I walked around the bed, sitting on the edge to look down on her. I expected her to feel my gaze, her imagination to run wild. What was I doing? Was I just going to look? Where would I touch first? A thousand questions racing through her mind, all placed there by what I didn't do as much as by what I did. She squirmed under her restraints, and I knew I was in control.

Kicking off my shoes, I let them fall to the floor to let the small noise echo through the room. She gasped, trying to determine what it was, trying to hear and feel, or even smell what I was doing. I moved in my seat on the bed, letting her feel my movements and wonder what was coming while I removed my socks – taking my time, letting her think the vibrations in the mattress were something else; my approach, perhaps. I stood, my bare feet not making a sound as I walked around the bed once more. Slowly I stepped, letting my eyes wander over her naked flesh and studying her as my own imagination and instincts flared. I was planning. Plotting the most effective ways to make use of the situation, make use of her tension and her desire. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I looked upon her, taking in the entirety of her lithe beauty and the eroticism of her current situation.

My arousal quickly flared to new heights as I stared at the swell of her breasts, moving with her heavy breathing. Looking down, I noted that her pussy was bare; the sensitive flesh shaven clean – perhaps by Eliza, I thought, adding another surge to my arousal – and glistening with her fluids. She knew I was there, watching and building her anticipation. She knew, and her anticipation grew rapidly. I watched her squirm, the leather cuffs around her ankles keeping her slender and smooth legs in place. I smiled and continued my casual walk.

Lightly, gently I touched my finger to the sole of her left foot as I came around. She jumped and gasped, surprised by my first touch coming at such a place. I smiled at her reaction, genuinely amused, and softly caressed my way up her leg. Touching gently her ankle, calf and knee. Lightly caressing her inner thigh. Higher, closer my hand moved, barely in contact with her hot flesh. She squirmed, trying to move towards my hand, trying to rush me towards her intended target. My amusement rose as I held my hand at the same pressure while it traveled up her leg, not giving in to her silent demands. Before I reached her sensitive and swollen folds, I moved my hand away. She groaned at the loss of touch and I smiled broadly, suppressing a chuckle.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my left hand touching her again a little higher. I let my palm rest against her lower abdomen as I spoke.

“You don't know who I am,” I said, “and I do not know who you are, either.”

But we are going to learn plenty soon enough, I thought.

My hand slowly moved higher, caressing my way up lightly as before. She squirmed under my touch, wanting and aching for more.

“But I will tell you,” I continued, “if you haven't noticed by now, that I enjoy teasing.”

She nodded, squirming as my hand moved closer to her breasts. I closed my fingers, lightly touching her between the soft mounds. I smiled when she resisted the obvious urge to move, forcing my hand to touch where it was avoiding.

“And I will also tell you this,” I said as I lifted my palm, my fingers beginning to trace a figure eight around her breasts. “You have willingly walked into this scenario, knowing that I will do with you as I wish.”

She nodded twice, squirming and moving her legs as if to squeeze and grind while failing to do so under my chains. Her breathing became a shallow pant.

“Do you know what I wish?” I asked, my voice deeper with arousal.

She shook her head. I smiled, knowing precisely what I was doing to her. Thoughts were racing through her mind even as the arousal grew and blurred everything out. I had every intention of making her remember this day, remember me.

I leaned in, lowering myself to speak into her ear. My hand began moving lower, caressing its way down her belly again. She arched her back in anticipation.

“I'm going to fuck you like an animal, you wicked little slut,” I said. My voice sunk deeper, making it sound like a growl.

She gasped, arching her back. I could almost feel the surge echoing through her body from my words, and my hand quickly emphasized it. I pulled away right before I got to my target again, but this time I brought my hand down sharply, slapping her swollen and dripping folds with a rough strike. She screamed through the gag, squirming her body as much as she could under her firm restraints. I thrust my middle and ring finger inside of her, and there was no difficulty in doing so; she was tight, squeezing my fingers in a vise grip, but she was also lubricated well by her own desire. I began calculating how the main course would feel for me as my hand moved.

I had no tease to offer now, nor mercy to lend. My hand became a blur as I plunged my fingers inside her over and over at my strongest pace. She screamed from behind the gag while her body squirmed and thrashed under me, held tight by the strength of her bonds. She gripped my fingers even more firmly than before and I smiled, recognizing the signs. I extended my right hand to grab the cloth covering her eyes and in a flash it was gone, lost somewhere in the room behind me. I leaned over her, gazing into her wide green eyes. My hand never slowed, my fingers pushing her towards an unseen edge.

“Look,” I said, pulling her gaze into my own sharp eyes, on fire with the passion I felt. “Feel,” I continued, leading her thoughts with a deep growl. “Feel me inside you, feel me take you.”

Her eyes grew wider, mesmerized by my words and their effect while getting lost in my actions. Her head was certain to be spinning, her mind willingly obeying my aggressive and commanding voice. She shuddered and gasped as her entire body suddenly became more sensitive to me, more aware of my touch and my very presence. I enjoyed these mind games, and I made a point of becoming very good at them a long time ago.

And this is why. This power, this control.

I glared into her eyes intensely as I watched her reactions, felt her tension rise and her breath get lost somewhere in her own passion. I watched the signs, feeling them, waiting patiently for the right moment. The moment came, her entire mind and body right on the edge.

It just might work on her, I thought.

“Cum for me,” I growled, glaring into her eyes.

Her eyes grew even wider as her body instantly obeyed, and I suppressed my grin. The restraints kept her spread eagle as she lost control of her limbs and the pleasure whisked her away to another world.

“Cum for me,” I growled again, leaning down into her ear. “Cum. Feel it all and just cum for me.”

She screamed as her body obeyed me completely. My fingers still reaching inside of her, a little slower, a little more softly as I carefully brought her down from an intense climax so that her body would still want and be ready for more. She finally collapsed, limp in her restraints, panting and softly moaning as my vigorous massage became a slow and gentle caress. Little by little, my movements came to a stop. I rose up, sitting beside her with my hand in place while I waited for her to catch her breath.

Slowly her breathing settled and she opened her eyes. I looked into them, seeing the glaze and knowing she was looking at me from another world, from her subspace. I resisted a smile and suppressed the pride of succeeding at these mind games on a stranger, opting instead to wiggle my fingers inside of her. She arched her back, moaned softly and then looked down, becoming more aware of where my hand still was. I then withdrew my fingers, slowly and carefully raising my hand up into her sight. Her eyes grew wide and she blushed when she saw what I meant her to see – a thick string of her fluids, dripping from my fingers back into the puddle between her legs.

It was time for me to smile as my hand moved slowly towards my lips. I watched her eyes, and she watched me intently as I brought my fingers to my lips. Slowly, erotically I began licking, tasting her. I was not shy about it, and I expressed my pleasure with smiles and soft moans as I tasted and very audibly swallowed every drop of her I could find on my hand.

By the time I was finished, she was already beginning to squirm once again. I smiled and stood, knowing it was time to get more serious.

I walked to the end of the bed and held her left foot while I worked with a clasp to release the chain that held her down. I didn't touch the red leather cuff locked to her ankle, admiring the way it looked against her creamy flesh, and stepped over to her right leg. She watched me as I moved over to her right foot, bending and stretching her left leg to enjoy the freedom of movement. Her right leg free of its chain, ankle still wrapped in thick red leather, I released her and walked around the bed.

While she stretched and moved her legs, I leaned forward and held her right hand as I unchained her wrist, throwing a quick glance that told her not to get carried away with her freedom to touch before I stepped away and calmly walked around the bed once more. Her gaze followed my every step. On the other side, I held her left hand as the final chain fell away. I stepped back and looked down at her, still breathing heavily and covered in a glistening layer of sweat. Free to move, she lay almost completely still, waiting and expecting me to instruct her. She didn't have long to wait.

“Sit up, slut,” I commanded, my voice still low.

She rose.

“On the edge of the bed.”

She turned, moving to the edge of the bed and lowering her legs over the side. She sat still, her posture erect, waiting for whatever would come next. I ran my fingers through her strawberry blond hair, reaching around to the back of her head. Gazing into her eyes, my fingers knowing where to move, I unclasped the ball gag and slowly pulled it away from her. Drool ran down her chin, dripping onto her chest.

Then it occurred to her that she was free. She looked up at me, confusion and a hint of disappointment showing.

“Is that all?” she asked innocently, her voice cracking a little.

I looked into her eyes, knowing why she must have thought so. It all seemed to be winding down, her freedom at its doors. But that is what I want you to think. I grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her face closer to mine.

“Do I look finished to you?” I growled. I kept my expression neutral, but let my eyes glare. There was no anger, just intensity. A fire was rising, but the flames came from something much deeper and far more sensual than mere anger. I was not finished in the slightest. And she will know it.

“No, Sir,” she squeaked after an automatic gasp.

I suppressed my grin, maintaining the tension and intensity as I tightened my grip and pulled her forward.

“Stand,” I commanded.

She stood, her legs weakened by her recent climax and shaking to reflect it. Keeping a tight grip on her hair, I looked into her eyes, noting her height was the same as mine. The fire in my eyes seemed to poke at the fire in hers, deepening the glaze that reflected her pleasure and her head space. My left hand touched her hip, pulling her body against me. I moved slowly, deliberately playing on the tension of the moment. Exciting her, filling her with anticipation of what she knew would come and expected to come next.

I kissed her.

Our lips touched softly at first, and then she wrapped her arms around me. Hands were feeling, arms were squeezing. In a moment, tongues were touching. I kissed her, deeply and passionately, feasting on her desires while stoking them all the more. I took her hands, leading them to my shirt. She never looked, her lips never left mine as she simply felt and understood. She unclasped the buttons, one after the other. My shirt fell, littering the floor as her arms wrapped around me once more. She felt of me, squeezing muscle and flesh as she burned with a desire for more.

I pulled her away by the hair, breaking the kiss. She pouted, even as she breathed heavily from a lack of air. Gazing into her eyes with an intensity even stronger than before, I issued a new command with a growl.

“Kneel.”

She smiled, obeying happily as she sank to her knees.

“Do I need to tell you what to do next, slut?” I asked.

“No, Sir,” she smiled.

Quickly her hands were at my belt, shaking from the rush of excitement – excitement from everything that already happened, as well as for what was about to happen. She opened my pants, grabbing the hem of my boxers and pulled both down together. I stood still and watched her expression as it changed; the playful and obedient smile replaced with a wanton, open mouthed stare as my pants came down and revealed the object of her desire. A strangers hard cock.

She caressed her hands down my thighs, continuing the task of removing my pants as her face leaned closer. She pressed her cheek against me, feeling my swollen heat against her skin. I looked down into her eyes, observing the lust overtake her as I stepped out of my pants. I kicked them behind me as she extended her tongue, tasting me. She kept her hands on my legs and used only her face as she nuzzled, licked and kissed my shaft softly. I smiled, recognizing the pleasure it brought her to serve and observing how lost she became in her focus, in her tender and intimate affections.

“You're a tease,” I said. And I really like it.

“Always with a happy ending,” she protested, nuzzling her cheek against me and grinning. “You don't seem to mind.”

“Any other time, I wouldn't.”

“And this time?” she asked, her tongue drawing lines up and down my length between her words.

“This isn't any other time.”

I grabbed her hair once more, pulling her head back. She gasped, surprised by my sudden action. Taking advantage of her open mouth, I thrust inside her without hesitation.

“Tonight,” I said, “I'm going to fuck you like the slutty little animal that you are.”

Her eyes widened and she found herself unable to move because of my grip and unable to speak because of her full mouth. She attempted to nod, but that didn't work either. She was trapped, mine to do with as I pleased – and I was pleased to thrust deeper into her mouth. She held my hips as they moved, picking up speed as I worked my way into her throat. Her eyes watered and tears rolled down her cheeks as her body reacted to the invasion, but her moaning gave away how much she enjoyed the aggressiveness. She controlled her gag reflex and relaxed, giving me all the power I took except the one thing she was able to do, the one thing she wanted to do so badly her body reacted regardless of her flickering will power.

As my grip tightened on her hair and my hips moved faster, she sucked with all the strength she could muster, tightening her mouth and throat and using her tongue where it could reach. I doubt she even heard my vocal reactions over her own moans of pleasure. I held nothing back in my movements, taking her open mouth and throat and using her as a mere device of pleasure; thrusting into her as I would any other sexual hole in her body. When I got close, I decided not to hold back the first round too long and I pulled her hair back, turning her face higher. I held myself in her throat gazed into her glassy eyes as I spoke in a calm, low voice.

“I'm going to cum.”

Her watery and glassy eyes suddenly got sharper as my declaration sank in, and she clamped her lips around me.

“And you're going to swallow every drop, aren't you? Like a good slut. ”

She nodded as frantically as she could, nearly choking and losing her breath after the motion caused me to move unexpectedly in her throat. She quickly relaxed and took a slow, deep breath through her nose, never losing eye contact.

“Good.” I held her head between my hands, moving my hips as I locked my eyes on hers. My movements were not slow or fast, but were paced and deliberate. I knew my body and the timing was mine to control now. I watched her and watched the anticipation build from my announcement. It took a moment, but I finally saw what I wanted – an expression of pleading. Her recognition that I was holding back intentionally now, eyes that begged me to stop teasing and feed her. I pulled back until only the tip remained inside her lips, and with a groan I surrendered to the pleasure.

A soft moan escaped her throat as she felt me throb against and bathe her tongue with my cum. Not knowing what my next movement would be, she quickly swallowed. As my climax waned she began sucking and licking softly along my length and I softened slightly in her mouth, but not as much as she expected. Delighted, she continued pleasuring me until I stepped back and released her.

Exhausted from a lack of air and being used so roughly, she seemed surprised by her own weakness as she fell back and leaned against the side of the bed. Panting, her eyes glazed even more than earlier, she watched me walk to the night stand and return holding a bottle. I wiped something from her chin and rubbed my finger against her tongue, and she realized she had failed to swallow every drop after all. Her eyes sharpened and she looked up at me, perhaps expecting a punishment. Instead, I lifted a bottle of water to her lips.

“Drink,” I said as I held the bottle for her. Your punishment will come later.

She lifted her hand to cover mine and drank slowly. The relief to her throat and mouth was enough to draw out a soft moan.

“Good girl.”

She moaned louder in response to my praise. I smiled, and when the bottle was half empty I raised it from her lips and poured the rest over her face and down her chest. She gasped, the cold water suddenly washing away some of her exhaustion and snapping her awake. She tried to speak, only to lose her voice with her breath. I held her hair, holding her head back so that her face was properly soaked. The ice cold water ran down over her chest and thighs, into her lap. It flowed over her swollen folds, causing her to jump even as she moaned in pleasure.

When the bottle was finally empty, she found her breath and voice after a moment of gasping. Sitting in a puddle on the floor, she looked up at me with mixed feelings.

“What the fuck was that for?” she asked with a hint of irritation.

I smiled. “To wash away the drool, and to wake you up for what's coming next.”

She tilted her head, wondering in a moment of confusion. “What's coming next?”

I bent down and grabbed beneath her arms, lifting her off the floor and throwing her back onto the bed like a child. She squealed and landed with her legs spread wide. I grabbed her thighs, holding them apart as she looked down to find my eyes.

“This,” I said with a grin as I lowered my head. “It's my turn to eat.”

She spread her legs wider and bit her lip, a moan of anticipation escaping her.

I started with a tease, kissing her knee and working my way up as she trembled beneath me. I contrasted the firm grip I held on her legs with butterfly kisses until halfway up her inner thigh, where I bit down.

She moaned, jerking under me and gripping the sheets. "Yes!"

I held my teeth against her flesh long enough to be certain it would leave a mark before kissing my way up again. When I finally got to her dripping folds, I kissed lightly everywhere except my final target. She trembled and moaned under my attention, attempting to shift her hips to control the pleasure.

"You're a damn tease yourself," she said.

I chuckled and kissed my way over her other thigh, leaving her to groan in frustration until I bit down again.

“Fuck yes!” she growled. “Mark me! Hurt me”

I raised my head to meet her eyes, licking at the new mark on her inner thigh.

“You want me to hurt you, hm?” I asked.

She shivered, either from my tongue against her thigh or from the darkness that crept into my gaze. “Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck me, use me, hurt me. Make me yours.” Her voice grew with her declarations. “Take my slutty body and use it, you fucking animal!”

My dark side swelled and I bit the inside of my lip to push it back down, controlling myself to not go too far. Actions may have been suppressed, but whatever was in my eyes must not have been. She gasped.

“I want to hurt you,” I said. The tone of my voice changed somewhere as the animal crept forward, wanting to run wild and take her.

“Hurt me.”

“I want to spank you,” I continued.

“Spank me!”

I ran my tongue along her outer lips, making a full, gentle circle all the way around. She moaned, but held herself still. Good girl.

“I want to bite you.”

“Yes! Bite me more!”

I nibbled lightly on her outer folds, playing the tease and letting the contrast of my actions and my words build her up.

“I want to mark you,” I growled with the deepest and most primal tone I could muster.

“Fuck,” she released as a long groan. “Yes.”

I raised my head just slightly. She watched intently, but my hand moved so quickly she didn't understand until it was done. I brought my hand up and down swiftly, slapping my fingers against her clit.

“Oh!” she cried out with a jump, pushing her hips forward as her legs spread wider.

That was all the encouragement I needed. My hand came down twice more, striking her lips and again her clit.

“Oh! Fuck,” she groaned.

I moved my hand again and she flinched, even as she held her legs wide. She expected me to strike again. Instead, I leaned down and thrust my tongue inside of her.

“Oh yes,” she sighed.

I want to hurt her, I thought.

I dug my nails into her thighs, squeezing to ensure that they sunk in and caused pain. She groaned, somehow not finding a word for my attention as my tongue dug deeper and explored her. I left behind my desire to tease and instead devoured her. Roughly, hungrily, I devoured her pussy as my nails left marks in her pale flesh.

“Fuck,” she finally cried out. “I'm going to cum again.”

I growled in response, flicking my tongue around inside her.

“Oh fuck.”

My hands moved up her sides while I my tongue and lips continued their feast.

“Oh, please. Hurt me more.”

I planned to, I thought as my nails raked their way down her sides.

“Oh my fuck yes!” she cried out and arched her back, the pain and pleasure mixing in just the right way as I pushed her over the edge.

She clamped her thighs around my head and lost control of her body as she let out a long scream, my nails digging into her hips while my tongue gave attention to the most sensitive corners of her pussy that I could reach.

Screams echoed through the room and through the house while she rode the waves of pleasure. I pushed her further, paying attention to her body and trying to read where one wave ended and the next began. I pushed as far as I dared, as far as I thought I could, and then started easing my attentions to wind her down. She whimpered and cooed, shuddered and shivered as the after shocks coursed through her body. I encouraged them, holding my place and showering her pussy with gentle attention. A kiss, a nibble, a lick or a suckle on her outer lips. Minutes rolled by as I slowly eased her into a relaxed afterglow.

Her legs were spread again as she opened herself, enjoying my gentle explorations. When her breathing returned to normal I rose, crawling up the bed to stand over her on my hands and knees. She looked up at me with glazed eyes and a very satisfied expression, causing me to grin with some satisfaction of my own. I caressed her cheek, leaning down to kiss her lips softly.

Our lips and tongues began an entangled dance as we shared our passion and desire for each other, and her arms rose to wrap around my neck.

“I suddenly have a preference for men with good nails,” she said between panting and kissing.

I laughed and continued kissing her, running a nail along her cheek bone to tease her. “The nails are only a tool,” I teased. “It's how they're used that counts.”

She giggled under me, running a hand over my chest as our kissing continued to shift between playful and passionate. “I hope there are other tools that you know how to use that well,” she returned.

I grinned and looked into her eyes, a flare of dominant passion returning. “I do have a rather big tool box, with all sorts of goodies,” I said. “In fact, I have several such tool boxes, and most of them are in this very room.”

The shine in her eyes told me that wheels were turning in that pretty little head of hers, considering what sort of toys I had and what I may use on her.

“Is there anything in particular you would like to try?” I asked, kissing again.

“Too many things,” she said as a finger trailed down my chest. “Other times,” she continued, “if we could have them, I'd love to explore every single tool in every single one of those glorious boxes.”

I smiled, noting the open invitation and the hope to have it returned. I remained quiet on that subject. For now. We will see.

“And this time?” I asked.

She smiled, her finger descending further. “This time,” she said as her hand wrapped around my cock, “I believe our purpose is a bit more. . . primal.” Her smile widened into a smug grin, and the twinkle in her eyes expressed wild desire and excitement.

I subdued the desire to take here there and then, and instead took a quiet breath to relax. “If you have any doubts, you can stop now or any time you need to.”

She squeezed my cock. “Oh, no. Fuck no, you silly man.”

I raised a brow.

“Fuck no, Sir!” she corrected with a grin. “You've won me over. I want you as much as I've ever wanted anything. Right now. Right here.” She raised her free hand to touch my cheek, looking into my eyes. “I know you want this as much as I do. We share this, so let's make it happen.”

I smiled warmly and leaned down to kiss her as she continued to stroke me. “Do you remember what I said earlier?” I asked, dropping back into my role.

She raised her brows. “Do you have any idea how many times I've cum since then?”

“Six, not including aftershocks.”

She giggled and squeezed my cock. “Damn, you are good.”

“So they say. You don't remember?”

“I might, but my head is so. . .”

I chuckled softly, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses down her cheek as I lowered myself to her ear. I lowered my voice to a deep and dangerous growl as I summoned primal desire from deep inside me.

“I'm going to fuck you like an animal, you wicked little slut.”

“Ohh,” she moaned and I watched as a shiver ran through her body. “Yes, please.”

I smiled. This is going to be fun.