Craig proved to be skilled at applying restraints. Of course, he was talented at many things, but I wondered when he'd learned to tie a secure knot so effortlessly.

I was the one who had requested that he bind me with rope; I was the one who had requested all of this. As Craig now hovered over me on the bed, checking the final knot, he asked, "Are the ropes too tight, Margot?"

I quickly shook my head. If I were to struggle against my bonds, I would feel the rope's bite, but I had no plans to try to get free. "They're tight enough so I can't get loose," I said, "but they're not painful."

Craig still looked grim, reminding me that this was new territory for him in a relationship. He'd married his college sweetheart. Now forty, he'd been divorced for little more than a year. I was almost fifteen years his junior, an unlikely first girlfriend once he was free to date again. 

I was also the first of his lovers who wanted to be tied up. Craig was initially reluctant to indulge my fantasy; if anything, he liked me taking charge in bed. Maybe I wanted to coax forth a more dominant side of him. Or maybe I simply had a bondage kink. In any case, I'd finally convinced him to try it. Before starting, we'd agreed upon a safe word and limits. We'd also stripped the bed of its bedspread and top sheet.

While I was now naked and spread-eagled, Craig wore an Oxford shirt and dress pants. Though he might have had some lingering discomfort over assuming this kind of control, I sensed he enjoyed the subtle power imbalance of being clothed while I was completely undressed. 

With the backs of his fingers, he stroked my leg. That light touch made my breathing quicken. My brown hair fell past my shoulders but didn't cover my breasts, and Craig intently gazed at my dark pink nipples. While he was distracted, I took a moment to study him. His hair was that ash blond color which would seamlessly fade to gray as he got older. At that moment, his blue eyes appeared almost dreamy, but his stare quickly sharpened into focus when it met mine.

Sliding his palm along my inner thigh, he inched his fingers closer to my pussy. All it took was a mere caress against my outer labia to coat his skin with my juices. "You're so wet, you're leaving a damp spot on the sheet." His voice held a sharp note I'd never heard before.

I tried to appear ashamed. "I'm sorry. I've just gotten so excited from being tied up."

Craig lifted an eyebrow, then placed his hands on either side of my torso. Leaning forward, he brought his lips close to mine. "And do you know why you're so excited?"

I swallowed hard, holding his stare.

"Because you're a naughty slut," he whispered.

An involuntary moan emerged from my throat. Only he could arouse me by saying such words. 

The kiss he gave me was a fleeting brush of lips, a tease. I watched helplessly as he sat up and retrieved one of the toys I'd chosen for our first venture into BDSM. It looked like a small riding crop. When Craig and I had discussed what we would enjoy doing, neither of us were turned on by the idea of him putting me over his knee and giving me a spanking. But there was another part of my body besides my ass that craved rough treatment.

With my legs spread far apart and my ankles bound, my pussy was on full display. Craig continued teasing my folds, building the anticipation. My needy whimper made his touch more fervent until his fingers finally homed in on my clit. 

I couldn't resist writhing from the pleasure of that stimulation. Simply being tied and submissive had me hot with need.

"Such a bad girl, offering your body to me like this." Using the fingers of his left hand, Craig spread my labia apart. In his right hand, he held the crop. His jaw was set in a firm line. 

That first swat against my sensitive bud stole my breath. It wasn't that Craig had been too forceful; I actually sensed him holding back. But my clit was already swollen from his rubbing. His eyes locked with mine as he gauged my reaction. Maybe there was something wrong with me, resulting in my pain and pleasure signals getting crossed. But I liked that sting, which was fading all too soon.

The guttural sound I made told Craig everything. "I think more punishment is in order," he murmured.

I tried not to tense as he smacked my clit yet again. Without thinking, I strained against the ropes.

He laughed low and soft. "Look at you, absolutely dripping."

The third time he spanked my needy clit, I began shaking. My eyes widened in astonishment, for I'd never imagined I would be so aroused. Gazing up at Craig, I saw that his face was flushed from his own excitement. Lust traveled between us like a current, and when he again delivered a direct hit to my clitoris, the sensation summoned my first orgasm of the night. My body twisted, trying to contort itself into impossible shapes. Each strike of the crop seemed to reverberate through my flesh, deep within my core.

I was still panting and trembling when Craig lay between my thighs. Gently, so gently, he swept his tongue over my clit. That featherlight caress was almost as exquisite as his punishment with the crop. "Oh, it's too much!" I whined. Yet I didn't use my safe word, so he continued licking and sucking, his attention growing more insistent until I climaxed again. 

By this point, his own arousal was impossible to ignore. With my fluids still glistening on his lips and chin, he sat up and started to undress. Lifting my head, I watched him, for I was desperate to see how hard he was from our play. 

He climbed from the bed, seeming to regain some of his self-control. His fingers nimbly moved to unbutton his shirt, which he cast aside. After pulling off his undershirt, he slowly lowered his pants and underwear. I loved how wild he looked then, with his mussed hair and rock-hard cock. I quivered from the yearning to slide my tongue along the length of his erection.

Yet I sensed he wouldn't let me. I'd longed to act out my fantasy of being his plaything, and tonight, he was intent on fulfilling my desire. There would be no seducing him with my mouth or hands. Instead, he would simply be taking from me. 

Rejoining me on the bed, Craig lowered his lips to my right breast. I moved to embrace him, but of course, I wasn't able to. He moaned while sucking more of my tit into his mouth. His hand sought out my left nipple, which he gave a hard pinch. 

I readily surrendered to his tongue and teeth, his rough touch. My pussy had grown embarrassingly wet, and Craig didn't fail to notice all that lubrication. His grin was sly as he gathered it on his fingers and brought it to my mouth. I let him work those fingers inside. Obediently, I sucked my own juices from his skin. 

"That's it," he said softly. "Clean up the mess you've made."

His hand moved from my lips to my neck. Again, our eyes met when I felt the slightest pressure. I was still able to easily moan, and that lust-filled sound made him tighten his grasp a little more. With his other hand, he smoothed my hair back from my face. 

Once he released me, I drew in a deep breath. How I trusted him, in a way I trusted no one else. He showed me my trust was well-placed by leaning forward and checking that the rope circling my wrists hadn't grown too tight. 

Then he brought his lips to my ear. "I love you, Margot," he whispered, "and I'm going to fuck all the bad out of you." In contrast to his words, the kiss he gave my mouth was tender.

Positioned between my thighs, he slid his cockhead over my folds. I squealed when he insistently tapped my clit with his tip. Grinning at the response he'd provoked, he finally brought that slick tip to my opening and gave a powerful thrust.

"Yes, oh my God, please!" I cried. "Fuck me!"

My words, and my pussy, drew a loud groan from his hips. Had any other woman so shamelessly begged for his cock? By the way he twitched inside me, I guessed I was the first. 

Resting his body against mine, Craig moved at a tantalizingly sensual pace, as if he could keep me like this for hours. I felt his mouth at my neck. When I tried to turn my face to kiss his hair, he lifted his head and offered an affectionate smile.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he said. "I'm just getting started with you."

Before I could respond, he gave me a kiss hard enough to make my lips ache. My body tried to surge beneath him in a desperate attempt to meet his thrusts.

"Nothing you can do," he taunted, "except lie there and take my cock."

Though I longed to slide my hands along his back, and to wrap my legs around him, there was something incredibly erotic about being at his mercy. 

With a subtle rotation of his hips, he massaged my inner walls with his dick. I squeezed my eyes shut, gasping for breath. "I'm gonna come!" I said in a tremulous voice.

"You can come," Craig replied, his own voice strained. "Soon, my little slut will be begging for an end to all of the orgasms." His smile was downright wicked. "But she won't get it."

Staring up at him, I was amazed at the change in his demeanor. Sweet, tender Craig, the man who made it clear he adored me, was also perfectly capable of dominating me. 

I came around his cock, issuing a low scream through clenched teeth. I heard his sharp intake of breath, but he easily withstood my orgasmic contractions. As soon as my climax began to ebb, he increased the pace of his thrusts. While he held himself above me, I noticed how he looked down between us, eager to watch the powerful fucking he was giving my pussy. 

My skin was feverishly hot, and I felt the heat emanating from Craig as well. Trying to wrest back a scrap of control, I tightened my muscles around his cock. The sensation made him release another groan. Foolishly, I allowed a triumphant grin to appear on my lips.

He raised an eyebrow in warning, his stare hard. "What a bad girl you are, trying to push me over the edge!" His hips came to an abrupt halt before he withdrew from me completely. Resting on his knees, he leaned forward and seized my chin. "You clearly didn't learn from your punishment before."

"I did!" I protested weakly. Craig reached for the crop, which prompted me to whimper, "My clit's still too sensitive!"

He hesitated a moment, waiting for me to use the safe word. When I didn't, he again spread my labia apart and delivered a smack to my clitoris.

My cry was full of both pain and pleasure. Struggling against the ropes, I tried to close my legs despite it being impossible to do so. 

Another swat against my swollen flesh, and I came with a plaintive wail. My back arched as my hands balled into fists. "Fuck me!" I begged. "Fuck my pussy and come inside me!"

Craig struck my clit, the force behind it little more than a tap, yet I shook violently. "You don't get to make demands," he reminded me. "Not tonight."

I offered him my most pleading look. "Please give me your cock!"

His dick, still fully erect, pulsed in response. "That's better," he said with an approving smile.

To my surprise, he began untying me. When my hands were free, I rubbed my wrists, trying to soothe away the abrasions from the rope. Craig soon had my ankles unbound as well. His hand glided over my skin. "Keep yourself spread wide for me," he commanded.

I wasn't about to disobey. When he again settled between my thighs, with his legs folded beneath him, I could barely hide my blatant need. In this headspace, I was totally his. 

Craig eased inside me, careful at first. I bit back a cry while he took hold of my hips and thrust hard enough to make my tits bounce. My arms and legs were still outstretched, still positioned the way he preferred. 

"That's my good girl," he said between heavy breaths. Sweat trickled down his face. Our eyes met, and he gave me a playful wink. "I did promise to fuck the bad out of you."

I started to giggle but then moaned as he buried his cock inside me. Just when I'd relaxed into the bliss of our lovemaking, Craig pressed the pad of his thumb against my clit and rubbed it with an unrelenting pressure.

"Fuck!" I shrieked. "I can't take any more!" Another series of spasms inundated me, and I quaked beneath his touch. Somehow, I managed to choke out, "Please come!"

That abject plea seemed to undo him. Though he continued furiously massaging my clit, his face pulled taut as his own climax approached.

I succumbed to a final orgasm, this one so intense it bordered on painful. Craig growled, his body slapping against mine. Finally, he let go. The shout he released sounded almost vulnerable while he filled my pussy with his seed. 

Once he lay upon me, I didn't hesitate to embrace him. We were both breathing hard, still burning up, yet we were reluctant to separate. I welcomed the kiss he planted on my lips. 

"I'm glad you talked me into doing that," he whispered. 

"I think you just might be a natural at it," I whispered back.

He grinned, pleased by my praise. Reaching for my hand, he brushed his lips against the delicate skin of my wrist. "Next time," he murmured, "we should probably use more forgiving restraints."

I was thrilled to hear him talk of a next time. "But I like the rope," I replied. "And you're so good with it." 

Laughing softly, he picked up the crop. Simply seeing it in his grasp sent a shiver through my entire body. 

Of course, Craig noticed. "I'll be sure to keep this handy," he said. "Especially now that I know what a bad girl you can be."