I told myself I wouldnt come. Not for him. Not like that. The rules were clear the moment he locked the door behind us: I could fight, I could beg, I could even hate him, but my body belonged to his hands until he decided otherwise. Id agreed to the game weeks ago, drunk on the idea of surrender, but the reality was already twisting inside me before he even touched me.
He started slow, the way he always did when he wanted to break me. Leather cuffs around my wrists, stretched high above my head until my toes barely grazed the floor. The blindfold came next, soft silk that smelled like his cologne. Darkness pressed in, sharpening every other sense. I heard the click of his belt, the low rasp of his breathing, the faint hum of the vibrator hed left on the table earlier as a warning.
Tell me you dont want it, he said, voice calm, almost bored. His fingers traced the inside of my thigh, stopping just short of where I was already slick despite myself.
I dont, I answered, throat tight. I wont.
He laughed, low and dark. Well see.
The first touch was barely there, two fingers sliding between my folds, spreading the evidence of my bodys betrayal. I jerked, trying to twist away, but the cuffs held. He worked me with clinical patience, circling my clit without pressure, never giving me enough to build anything real. Minutes dragged. Sweat gathered at the small of my back. Every time my hips tried to chase the sensation, he pulled back, leaving me empty and throbbing.
Youre dripping, he murmured. Your cunt doesnt care what you say.
I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. I refused to give him the satisfaction of a moan. But then the vibrator returned, pressed low and steady against my clit, and my resolve cracked. The first pulse of pleasure hit like a spark, unwanted and sharp. I clenched around nothing, thighs trembling. He held it there, relentless, adjusting the angle every time I tried to shift away.
No, I whispered, more to myself than to him. Please, I dont want
He turned the setting higher. The vibration deepened, buzzing straight through the swollen bundle of nerves. My stomach tightened. Heat flooded low and fast, the kind that makes your vision go white behind the blindfold. I fought it, every muscle locked, breath coming in short gasps. I pictured anything else, anything cold and distant, but my body kept betraying me, hips twitching forward despite the cuffs.
He leaned in close, lips at my ear. Come for me. Now.
The command hit at the same moment he pushed two fingers inside me, curling hard against that spot that always unraveled me.
The orgasm crashed through anyway, violent and shameful, my walls pulsing around his fingers while I cried out, the sound ripped from somewhere I didnt want to acknowledge. My thighs shook. Pleasure kept rolling, wave after wave, even as I whispered no, no, no between clenched teeth. He didnt stop the vibrator until I was sobbing, oversensitive and dripping down his wrist.
Only then did he ease the toy away. I hung there, shaking, the aftershocks still twitching through me. He kissed the corner of my mouth, almost tender.
Again, he said softly. This time youll beg for it.
And God help me, part of me already knew I would.
