Her phone rang, and she immediately reached for it. It was him—she had been eagerly waiting to hear from him for hours. He had finally called, giving her a bit of the attention she so desperately craved. Just hearing the ringtone she had designated for him gave her butterflies.

He didn’t say much; he didn’t need to. What he said was enough to send anticipation shooting through her body.

She answered tentatively, “Hello?”

His low, sultry, demanding voice came through the receiver. “I’m on my way over. I want you naked, on your bed, and you better be wet for me.”

The call ended.

A shiver of excitement ran down her spine. She would be naked, sitting on the bed—but she was not going to be wet. She knew she would be punished for this, but that was exactly what she wanted. They both knew it.

She heard him pull up—the rumble of his motorcycle was unique to her ears. She would recognize it anywhere. She heard his footsteps walking up to the house. Maybe her plan would fail. Maybe she would be wet by the time he got to her.

She heard him enter the house and make his way to her room. By now, her body was hot and tingling. She barely had a chance to register this feeling before the doorknob started to turn.

He was here.

She sighed in sheer relief at seeing him, knowing he was going to give her exactly what she had been craving.

He sauntered across the room and wove his fingers into the hair at the back of her neck, holding her head still. He bent down and gave her a soft, gentle kiss. She could feel herself responding.

He pulled his face away but left his hand in her hair. He whispered in her ear, “Let’s see how well you listened to me.”

His other hand slid down between her legs and felt her pussy. He grabbed her hair a little tighter and whispered, “You are not nearly wet enough. You didn’t listen. Now you have to be punished.”

Unbeknownst to him, her body instantly responded to those words. If she hadn’t been wet enough before, she was now. However, she wasn’t going to share that information with him. She’d wanted this for way too long.

He looked down at her, palmed her breast, and with just enough pressure, rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. A small moan escaped her lips.

He smiled and said, “Oh yeah, this is going to be fun.”

She smiled too, because she knew he was right.

He told her to stick out her arms. Once she did, he placed wrist cuffs on her. He told her to lie down on her back with her hands above her head. She did as she was told without hesitation.

She had never trusted another human being with her body the way she trusted him. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never physically hurt her—not intentionally. He was the only man, alive or dead, who could claim that trust.

Once she was in position, he pulled a small chain out of his pocket. He connected the cuffs through a spindle in the headboard. The chain was long enough that he could flip her over if he so desired. He told her to remain absolutely still. He then proceeded to slowly rub his hands up and down her body, stopping every so often to lightly pinch her nipple or gently, teasingly slide his fingers up and down the outside of her pussy lips. He trailed his hands down her legs to her ankles, then slowly brought them back, pausing once again at the juncture of her legs—just lightly touching. She arched her back, trying to force his fingers past the outside of her. He immediately stopped.

“Naughty girl, you didn’t listen.”

The next thing she knew, he had a crop in his hand.

“Keep your legs open or I’ll punish you harder.” He rubbed the crop over her lips, then gave her three quick smacks on her pussy—hard enough to be felt, but not painful. It was driving her mad. He then gave each nipple two little love taps, making her moan.

He directed her to look at him. She watched as he removed his clothing. Her eyes filled with longing as they grazed over his gorgeous body. She wanted his cock in her mouth. He saw the want in her eyes and laughed, “Don’t worry, baby—soon enough you’ll be swallowing my cock like the good little slut you are.” He leaned down and kissed her hard. Then he placed a blindfold over her eyes. As he did, he said, “I’m going to tease you. If you want to cum, you have to ask me. Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she responded.

“Good girl. If you cum without permission, I will roll you over and spank you six times—three on each cheek, each harder than the last. Do you understand?” She affirmed that she did.

He then reached down, grabbed her ankles, put cuffs on them, and attached them to each end of the footboard, spreading her legs wide. He ran his hand slowly up the inside of her leg and across her pussy, flicking his finger across her clit—quick and light. She moaned, wanting more, wanting him to push harder, but he refused. He started making slow circles, ever so lightly. Every now and then he applied a bit more pressure, then backed off.

He slid his finger lower and pushed in to his first knuckle, fingering her slowly. He said, “Look who's wet now. Such a good girl.” He put his finger in his mouth, sucked her juices off, and said, “You taste so good.” He pushed his finger inside again—deeper and a little faster—feeling a small orgasm building. Then he pulled his finger out and told her, “Open your mouth.” He put his finger in her mouth and she sucked her juices off. He kissed her deeply and slowly, savoring her taste.

He pulled his lips away from her mouth, trailing kisses across her jaw to her ear. He gently nibbled her earlobe, then continued kissing down her neck, stopping at her collarbone to give her a light hickey—a small love bite marking her as his. He kissed her across the shoulder, down her chest, until he reached her amazing tits. He grabbed one in each hand, rubbing his thumbs over each nipple, squeezing them between his fingers. They stood impossibly erect. By now, her body was on fire. She needed him to touch everywhere. She whimpered and moaned, silently pleading for him to go lower. She knew if she asked, he’d take even longer to get there, so she stayed quiet.

He continued to slowly kiss down her body. She let out a little “please?” and she felt him smile against her skin. He paused at her navel, taking his sweet time kissing all around it. He reached his hand up and started playing with her nipple once again. She let out a low moan. He kissed lower and lower until he reached the top of her soaking-wet slit. He paused again, this time blowing lightly across her lips. He ran his tongue down her length, making sure he didn’t go deep enough to touch her clit. He sucked one lip then the other, then lightly blew on her again. While doing this, his hand followed the same path as his kisses.

She felt each heartbeat like a drum—she was throbbing. Suddenly, she felt his tongue part her lips and hone in on her clit. He flicked it hard and fast, and with no warning, she came… hard. He sucked her swollen clit, letting the orgasm wash over her. When it was over, she was extremely sensitive, yet he continued his barrage. She cried out—but he didn’t care. She felt another orgasm building, but he stopped just short.

She knew what was coming. She welcomed it. She wanted it, craved it. He swiftly reached down, released one ankle cuff, and quickly flipped her over. He bent down near her ear and whispered, “I told you what would happen if you didn’t ask permission.” She felt the first satisfying sting as the leather paddle connected with her ass cheek. “Count them,” he said as he rubbed the paddle over her ass.

She moaned, “One.” He hit the other cheek—“Two.” The next smack was harder—“Three.” Back and forth he went, each harder than the last. By the time she reached six, her ass was pleasantly warm and a nice shade of pink. When he was done, he rubbed her backside a little and kissed each cheek.

He flipped her back over, reattached the ankle cuff, and asked, “Where did we leave off?” He leaned down a bit closer and said, “I want you to relax and let me be in control of your pleasure. There’s no reason to rush.”

The lovers she’d had previously had never cared about her pleasure. She had to force herself to climax quickly—or miss out altogether. She didn’t know how to relax and enjoy the build‑up—but tonight, he was going to teach her. The next thing she heard was the distinctive sound of a vibrator. She had a large array of them, so she wasn’t sure which one it was. He ran it along the side of her breast to her nipple, lingered there for a few seconds, then switched to the other nipple. By its feel, she could tell it was the blue wand—one of her favorites. It had many different speeds and patterns. It was currently on a steady, slow vibration. He ran it back and forth across her breasts, teasing each nipple. In that moment, she thought it might be possible to climax from nipple play alone.

He stopped abruptly. She moaned and pulled against her restraints in frustration. He brushed the hair from her forehead and said, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you—I’m not going to leave you hanging, as long as you follow the rules. Relax, let it build.” He turned it back on and ran it slowly down the length of her body, between her legs. He set it on the bed, close enough to touch the outside of her pussy lips. He left it there for a little while, kissing her and playing with her tits. He knew she was getting close, but he wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction just yet. Before pulling it away, he ran it up the length of her lips, paused at the spot where her clit would be, and pushed a little harder.

Her hips started to gyrate against it; her legs shook; she began making the noise he knew so well—the one she made right before climax. He knew she was very close, but she didn’t speak. So he turned it off. She nearly screamed, and he chuckled. “You know what you have to do, my beautiful, sexy little slut. I’ll give you a few minutes to calm down—and while you do, I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

He told her to roll onto her side as best she could. He knelt next to her and placed his magnificent cock at her lips. She opened her eager mouth and began to suck. She ran her tongue over the length, easing him deeper. Once she found a rhythm, he wove his fingers into her hair and, true to his word, started fucking her mouth—slowly at first, then faster and deeper. He said, “I want to feel your tongue on my balls while you’re sucking me off.” Obedient, she did—and knew how much pleasure it gave him. He released her head and let her go at her own pace. He put his hand between her legs and played with her clit. She moaned around him, and it felt amazing.

He slid a finger into her pussy and began fingering her—very slowly at first—rubbing that spot he knew would set her off. He could feel the tension building in her body, but he didn’t speed up—not yet. Tonight was about slow, prolonged pleasure. He rubbed her clit slowly with his thumb; she was still sucking his cock and moaning. He could feel his balls tighten and, for a moment, he considered cumming down her throat—but he decided against it. He wanted to feel her tight pussy and tight asshole wrap around him. Knowing he was the only one who’d ever had access to her ass made him feel superior—and he was going to explore it again. That was his territory, and he intended to mark it once more.

He pulled out of her mouth with a pop, making both of them laugh. He told her to roll onto her back again. His fingers didn’t stop. He started picking up speed, pushing harder on her G‑spot. He knew she was close. He also knew she wouldn’t ask to cum. He’d roll her over and spank her again if she did. He picked up speed—her pussy tightened around his finger. Then it happened. She squirted—unequivocally, intensely—crying out and trembling. It was a spectacular sight. When it was over, he unbuckled her ankle cuff and instructed her to flip over.

“Just like last time—you’re going to count. Start with seven.”

He smacked each cheek in turn, each one harder than the last. She loved it. When he was done, he paused to admire his handiwork, rubbing her ass as he did so. It was warm and red with a few welts forming. He started to feel guilty—but somehow she knew. She giggled slightly and said, “Don’t. If it was too much or I wanted you to stop, I would’ve said so.”

He leaned down, kissed her shoulder, and said, “Okay, baby.” He then trailed his fingers down her back, making her squirm.

He decided it was time to ready her ass for his cock. She’d asked him to use her pink vibrating butt plug with remote for a while. He wondered what she was thinking—she couldn’t see, and she’d been lying on her belly for some time. Suddenly, she felt a cool wetness slide down her ass crack. He leaned in close to her ear and said, “I’m getting you ready for when I fuck your ass.”

She whined. She felt one of his fingers push into her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

He slid his finger in and out of her ass a few times, then began working the butt plug in—taking his time, pushing it in bit by bit, pulling out partially, then pushing deeper until it was fully inserted. Even though he had the remote, he didn’t turn it on yet—he had bigger plans. Once it was in, she rolled back over and he buckled her ankle cuffs. He grabbed the crop and smacked her pussy a few times—firm, but just to assert dominance. Enough that she’d feel it for a while.

He lay down next to her, running his hands over her body. He moved his hand to her pussy and began playing with her clit slowly. He whispered, “This time, you’ll tell me when you want to cum—and you’ll wait for my permission.” She nodded. He stopped and said, “I can’t hear you.”

She responded, “Yes! Okay, yes, yes.” He kissed her thighs, fingered her softly, and caressed her outer lips—giving her just enough to calm down slightly.

Next, he grabbed a smaller vibrator—he knew her favorite setting (a steady, fast vibration). He set the pattern to crescendo and placed it against her. He watched as beads of sweat appeared on her body… she was so close. He hit the butt‑plug remote—she yelped in surprise, then whimpered. She was close but couldn’t get there. He changed the setting on the clit vibrator—she started begging, desperate for release—but he turned them both off. “Not yet, baby.” He didn’t touch her for a few seconds, letting her body calm while still teasing her.

Finally, he used his mouth to continue assaulting her clit—slow at first, then faster and harder. He grabbed the butt‑plug’s end and began moving it in gentle, rotating pushes. She became desperate. “I have to cum! I. Need. To. Cum.”

He stopped everything again. “No! Not yet.” He let her cool down for a bit while continuing to tease her enough to keep her close.

He lifted the blindfold from her eyes, letting her gain focus. “Look at me. You’re going to cum hard on my cock, and then I’m going to cum hard in your ass. If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a vibrator to use on yourself while I fuck you in your ass—so we can cum together. To make that happen, you’ll do as I say. You’ll cum when I tell you. Do you understand?” She nodded.

He took the crop and smacked her pussy twice. “I didn’t hear you.”

She giggled, “Yes, I understand.”

He replied, “That’s my good girl.”

He unbuckled both ankle cuffs, rolled her onto her side, and positioned himself to enter her. Slowly, he sank his cock into her eager, hot pussy—hitting the butt‑plug button as he did. She cried out and teetered at the edge, but he told her she wasn’t allowed to cum yet. He turned on her favorite vibrator and pressed it against her clit, beginning slow thrusts. She begged, “Pleeease!”

He commanded, “Cum now. Cum on my dick, baby.”

And she did—so hard it nearly stole her breath. He stopped thrusting, fearing his own climax. He turned off the plug and vibrator, but didn’t pull out. He waited until her orgasm passed and her body stopped trembling. He wanted to feel every tremor. When she was steady again, he pulled out and lay down behind her, snuggling her—kissing her neck, shoulder, cheek. He held her while she came down from her high. She sighed contentedly, her body relaxing.

He looked down and said, “Don’t get too comfy, baby—it’s my turn.”

He rolled her onto her back and unchained her from the headboard, but left the cuffs on—they’d stay until the very end, just in case. He handed her the favorite vibrator and told her to find her preferred setting. Then he instructed her to press it against herself. He watched as she pleasured herself. When her orgasm built, he told her to stop. He directed her to roll over and get on hands and knees. Once she obeyed, he grabbed the plug, dripped lube on its base, rotated it back and forth a bit, and eased it out—not pulling it straight, but fucking it gently to loosen her up even more. Once it was out, he applied more lube down her backside and on his extremely swollen cock. The coolness felt incredible. He stroked himself a few times to distribute the lube.

He told her, “Position your toy—but don’t touch yourself yet.” Then he pushed into her ass. She moaned—a mix of pleasure and pain. Once fully in, he began slow thrusts. “Don't touch yourself yet. Wait until I tell you. If you don’t listen, you won’t cum again.” She whimpered, desperate. When she was loose enough, he started thrusting harder—grabbing her hair with one hand and her hip with the other. Her ass was so tight he knew he wouldn’t last long. “Do it. Put that fucking vibrator on your clit now.” He fucked her hard—no gentleness. She didn’t want it; he wanted her to remember. He slapped her ass—hard. She cried out. He watched as his handprint appeared on her cheek—his ass.

She felt him straining inside her… she knew he’d cum soon. She turned up the vibrator and pushed it against herself. He released her hair and grabbed her hips, thrusting so hard the line between pleasure and pain blurred. He growled, “I’m about to cum in your ass, and I want you to cum with me. Are you ready?”

She cried, “Yes!” With one final thrust, they both exploded.

They stayed very still for a few seconds. She turned off the vibrator; he slowly pulled out. He rolled over, taking her with him. He held her close, their bodies still humming from the intensity of what they'd shared. Her breathing gradually slowed, her head resting on his chest, his fingers lazily tracing circles on her bare back. For a moment, there were no words—just the deep, quiet rhythm of two hearts, syncopated in the aftermath of pleasure and connection.

After a long silence, she looked up at him, a soft smile on her lips. "You really do know how to ruin me in the best way."

He chuckled, kissed her forehead, and said, "You're not ruined, baby. You're mine—completely. I just need to make sure you never forget that."

She blushed, nuzzling closer. “I don’t think I could, even if I tried.”

He tightened his arms around her. "Next time," he whispered into her hair, "I'm not stopping. I'm going to take you all night—tie you up, edge you until you're begging, and then make you cum until you can’t remember your name."

She shivered at the thought, her body already aching for more despite the exhaustion.

“But tonight,” he continued, brushing his lips across her temple, “we need rest. I want to hold you and fall asleep knowing I’ve taken every part of you—your body, your trust, your pleasure—and made it mine.”

She exhaled slowly, feeling the truth of his words settle in her chest like a warm weight. Safe. Owned. Loved.

He pulled the blanket up around them, kissed her softly once more, and whispered, “Good girl.”

She smiled against his skin.

And in that quiet, charged moment—their bodies spent, hearts full—she drifted to sleep, thinking maybe next time, it would be her who made him beg.