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Wicked Wen

Wicked Wen

I'm no rope bunny!
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Mar 17, 2021

It was late evening, and after several long online sessions that ranged between casual flirty cyberporn to exquisitely detailed promises of pain pleasure and submission, I've finally committed to a time. Naturally, I'm running a little late. Can't call me a brat if I don't live up to it after all. My phone's been blinking at me a few times, and despite good contact before I'd let it go after saying I might be a few minutes late. Thirty minutes late I was finally there, in a quiet residential neighborhood with fairly samey houses on all sides. What did I expect? A warehouse, maybe. It would suit some of the exchanges...

I took a good minute for composure. I really didn't know what to expect. There was little to distinguish the place, and so far it was all a strange hookup date. Defying schedule, verbal loopholes and acknowledging my fate for those sins had been the building blocks of our steamy relationship so far. I didn't know what exactly made me take the plunge, but I suppose I've always been a little reckless. Finally I opened my door, stepping out in my choice of evening attire, as far as the prying eye could see. Perhaps there was more, or less. It was the nature of our game to take every inch at a time. Frankly, I was having plenty of fun just seeing where the breaking point would be.

And how much shit would be taken before I'd be forcibly 'persuaded' to offer more than one tease or another. I grinned at the thought of circles I'd written. Perhaps I'd be lucky to get through the door by my feet and not my hair.

Regardless, I climbed the few steps, reached the door separating me and whatever was in store. It was all a risk, and while she had an - in fact, honest - gist of my appearance, I couldn't be sure about her. I expected something wild, but I wasn't sure what. Stop delaying and fucking knock, I practically heard her scream. So in my first committed act between us, I knocked.
 
"Come in." I reply, waiting on the couch, wearing exactly nothing but a smile, holding a glass of red wine, there is no light in the room aside from the light of the fireplace, the air smells warm and smoky. "Shoes, and everything off." I say in a commanding tone, to your left there are some suitable clothes for you, something more befitting a brat of your caliber. Softly playing on the stereo is a tune I have always found fitting for meeting new submissives I am soon to break. "When you have changed come join me on the couch." All of this is said with my back to you, the only thing you are able to see is the outline of my figure. My hair is long and black, it is draped over my elegant caramel covered skin. When you walk in front of me to sit on the couch you shall find a woman with brown eyes, caramel skin, pierced nipples, and navel as well as several piercings on my cock, hanging limply but still massive. A prince albert piercing as well as a Jacobs ladder. I await you to follow my orders as I expect you will give no resistance till the fun beings.
 
I step in on invitation. It takes a moment to adjust. It's dark outside, but it's far darker within. I fairly squint, and then I see. There's not much for starters, just a glimmer of hair and a silhouette. I shut the door, plunging myself in near darkness. I can almost hear my own breathing over the crackle in the fireplace. It is... comforting. In a way. The track floating around is mildly interesting, but I don't give it thought for now.

I review the room a little, noting clothes and the other furnishings. True to our discussion, it amuses me to think I'd obey so easily. I do shrug off my jacket and slip down to a thinner layer, which I remain in. Although on second thought, my shoes neatly join the jacket. Leaving long black socks and the cozy black pants. On third thought my purse joins the pile as well.

Clearly, expecting my compliance first thing through the door was nothing but a pipe dream. However, I quite appreciate the effort. Garbed as I desire, I take quiet strides towards the couch until I round the corner and plop myself on the cushion, flashing a cheeky smile. Admittedly you are far more exotic than I imagined, and despite my level gaze I break it to glance at the very exotic member. Not to judge, but you are certainly the most curious person I've ever seen. "Sorry, I'm out of practice," I offer with a sly grin for an excuse. There's awfully little below my laced bodice, but getting down there is the trick. Not a few minutes in and it appears I'm testing the consequences.
 
"Clearly." I say, not making eye contact, "So, try again." I say taking a sip of my wine, and ignoring your very existence outright. Knowing that what you want fully is to be punished for your non compliance, but this first command is not about what you want, it is about what I want. "Refuse this order and this night is over." I say, still paying you no attention, "And all that courage it took to get you here and through my door is wasted, you will go the rest of your life wondering what could have happened, all over some silly little clothes, so please, don't disappoint yourself and refuse. I promise you with absolute certainty if you simply comply with this one command, the rest of your night will be absolute paradise."
 
I'm not terribly impressed when I watch for a little time after. I'm the weirdo who's going to turn around and quite possibly purge my memory of the business out of possibly the brattiest streak a woman in need can posses. What can I say, the tone only further piques my rebellious streak. Though I can hardly spot a detail of what I am to wear in the odd light anyways. On the other hand, the bold way these details are put leaves me intrigued how you're going to blow out my skepticism and make it, well, more. I've spent my entire time with the 'yeah, right' attitude. Perhaps as stated, the one concession will be fine.

"Must be some pretty nice gear..." I muse as I slowly come to my feet. I slowly step to the door, on the brink of really going either way. But one hand's out to explore a little, and with the aid of my not so good night vision I come across the right fabric. Squeezing it, not that it gives a clue that way. The particulars seem at my discretion. Sure. If we work out or not, there's no harm to trying. Shoes and jacket are right there after all.

Back still turned, I work at the strings one at a time. I probably made it too easy a little bit ago. I'll have to avoid that. "Paradise..." I muse as inches give one by one. Soon the entire thing is parted, and I shrug off the excess into my little pile. Socks, then with an instinctive glance back, pants. Then nothing at all, a pink key undergarment casually perched on top of it all.

The second bundle is far far lighter. Fair enough. I slip on the pieces and find them scant indeed, taking a good minute away from the process. I only look back once I'm complete, settled in the articles of your little design. Alright then., I figure. Impress me if you can. It's a weird sort of confidence as I come back around and neatly plop myself down a few inches closer. I lean back and stretch my arms behind my neck. I wonder what you think, but for that display before I just give you a little smile and a whole lot of patience until I get some proper response one way or another.
 
I look over and lick my lips at the new delicacy laid out before me. "Good." I say simply, eyeing you up and down, then I stand up and move to stand in front of you, my cock eye level, but it does not remain that way for long, I lean forward and wrap one hand around your neck all the while my lips an inch from yours as I whisper, "I appreciate you coming over, and taking this bold step to want to fulfil your fantasies. The safe word is Cashew." I give your neck a gentle squeeze, on the sides not the front, like a true professional I know how to inflict pain without putting you in danger, I begin to lift gently, "To your feet." I say, "I have hot wax, some clamps and many other toys waiting in the other room." I strengthen my grip, to emphasize that you probably should come with me. "Fail to comply and well, you know the safe word."
 
I stare back at you, simply grinning. I will admit this garb is pretty comfortable. Of course, it isn't very much in the first place.

My eyes catch on the endowment, which certainly has a few 'extra' endowments. I wonder how comfortable they are for you, let alone me during... business. But I would assume you thought about that a long time ago. My eyes dart back up, and I remain steadfast even as your fingers curl dangerously around my throat, and I feel your controlled breath. I'm steady, but there is a part of me that wavers. Not the best start, Wen...

"I'll have the almonds," I whisper in reply, filing the word away. It takes a lot to get me to 'safeword', although in matters of health and true disinterest it's worth remembering. I wince with the firm yet subtle move. The trick elicits a gulp, cracking my little play. Okay, so you're not bad. There's simply no choice, I raise with as much smoothness as I can muster. Aside from a little wobble on my feet, it goes well.

In spite of this probably asking for it, I can't miss the chance. Though it's harder than before, I raise a cocky little grin. "It won't be hard to say the word if I'm too much of a pest, will it?" I ask. A kinky red ball came up in our discourse, although my question is largely rhetorical. If I'm playing the game of brat, I may as well play by the inch. Surely with the tension that builds even as we stand with locked eyes, we'll be skipping to feet quickly. In spite of distracting with a question, it is the opposite of following compliantly. I wonder if you'll take it that way. Otherwise I admit, that grip on my throat will move me with ease.
 
"Hmmmm." I say, feeling the tension mount as you attempt to press me once more, of course I keep my composure, if a dom snaps and gets mad at her sub, especially if she is bratty the veil is lifted and the illusion is broken, the goal is to remain confident and in control regardless. I believe you know this and you are testing me to see if I can deal with someone as bratty as you. "That will entirely depend upon how you act." I say regarding your question on the difficulty of uttering the safe word, "Let me be very clear, another word of non compliance, another second of failing to do as I command, will cause me to take away your ability to speak." I squeeze a little harder. "So I am going to ask you a question, as a test, I expect your answer to be a simple nod yes, I do not want words to come from your mouth." I loosen my grip just a little, then tighten it again, "Are we at an understanding?" I ask, staring into your eyes, there are no anger in my words, just a quiet commanding tone, anger is unhealthy in this relationship, and we are not here to irritate each other, simply fulfil fantasies.
 
I get easy, even guilty enjoyment out of rebelling to authority. The reasons are long and complicated, but the simple pleasure takes no thought. What I want, what I like. Threaten me with a good time and I'll find a detour to get it.

So maybe it's predictable as I size up my companion in this adventure. It's clear I need 'some work'. I'd be shocked if the compulsion was ever tamed or removed as you'd boldly dream, but I'm sure in time you'll elicit cooperation out of an urge to see what happens when I'm a good girl. But I didn't show up to 'just. Choices, choices.The threat of a fantasy sends a shiver that breaks right through the sharp sensation that runs through my neck.

I'm always told I'm mouthy. "Yes," I whisper very quietly with a nod. Maybe 'I expect' is what did it. Short of an incredibly ungentlemanly way to do it, I figure I can afford the consequence. Something to put me in a place where I'll happily become pliant.

Of course even if it's everything I imagine, there's thinking it and then there's feeling it for myself...
 
"I said a nod." I reply, "But, since your answer was still a yes, signifying you will comply, I will let your deliberate disobedience of me pass, just this one time." I smile and release my grip, pointing to the ground I snap my fingers, "All fours, follow me." I say as I stride off towards my playroom, I walk into the room and sit on a chair, legs spread, cock dangling between them, limply awaiting you. I have learned in practice that immediately revealing an erection to a sub shows you are eager, and easily manipulated. I instead prefer to let my sub see me uninterested, and limp, I want to make them work for everything they desire, including my cock. I wait for you to crawl into the room.
 
I shrug a little, taking the bit of 'mercy'. I can't say what your game will be exactly, and while I know the sorts of things I'd like to enjoy, who knows what you're going to want. As from the start I'm playing by ear, figuring there's always an exit if it truly comes off as, well, boring. I do comply properly for the first time. Perhaps having proper breath back helps, and I do pant slightly as I come to my knees. I don't look very fazed, though. I make the four-legged stroll last for a bit, nothing special, just a casual pace as I keep my eyes up, deliberately not giving the righteous dong much view time. I play it casual, and aside from the inconvenience I still feel on my neck, I manage it quite well as I come at an even slower pace than probably expected.
 
I stroke my cock a few times and it falls back onto the chair with a dull thud, "Service me." I say simply and nothing more as I await your compliance.
 
I settle in front of you, perched on my knees, held upright with my arms. As you give your own member attention, I straighten. Arms to my sides, a little flick for my hair. Yeah, I have a pretty good idea. I am mildly concerned by the length. It wouldn't physically 'fit' in any direction to its length. But hell, why not give it a show. My eyes dart up. You put on the 'fuck all' game quite thoroughly. I'm not sure what I feel about that. My stubborn streak needs a great deal of reason to turn into a desperate one. But I raise the limp end with one hand, noting the 'extras', the veins. It honestly makes overdramatic porn look a little sad. I'll give you that.

So with a nonchalant flick of my hair, with the free hand and a little more purposefully this time, I lean in. A few fingers perching the end like a fine meal. Sort of like seeing a fancy person hold an oyster. My tongue touches first, greeting the lofty tip with an experimental flick. Then another, longer lasted and in a little circle. With the third motion my lips close in, taking the tip, drawing back to leave a faint shine behind.

I'm utterly casual about it. No requirements and that insufferable denial I very much enjoy giving. But it escalates fairly quickly as I move in a few inches, leaving my tongue to toy with flaccid space and my lips to aid it. If I'm getting offered a dick like this, I may as well enjoy it. All the while with eyes that mainly observe the length and your chest, the occasional glance up for good measure. Naturally if something in my little show actually gets it moving, I'll be happy to repeat it to success.
 
I watch you gingerly suck my cock, still making an act of defiance out of the entire thing. I know by doing this you are pushing my buttons, you want to be disciplined, you want me to hurt you. So I gladly oblige. I stand, wrap my hand around your throat and pull you to your feet, then press you into the wall, "You've sucked dick before, and don't you dare tell me otherwise." I growl. "You know what you are doing don't you." A smile crosses my face, "You want to test my limits so I punish you good and hard." I squeeze a little harder, not cutting off your oxygen, but just enough to make you realize I have power over you.

"Stay, right there, move an inch and you will be cuffed to the bedpost and lashed." I grab a leather riding crop that was on hooks on the wall and I gently slap it in my hand, "Now, lets try this again, maybe with a little incentive." I smack the whip in my palm again, "On your knees, the harder you suck, and the better you do, the more you get to enjoy this whip, however an act of defiance shall result in a punishment far worse than you ever imagined. I know how you tick punishment is sexual pleasure for you. Getting me off is even more pleasure, defy me, and I shall deprive you of both. I'll make you watch me jerk my cock into a towel and then have you leave, and you and I both know neither of us want that."
 
Fairly quick you catch on. I'm not doing a horrible job, but not exactly my best. You slip away, and the brief opening for my mouth is broken as your grip once more snatches my vulnerable, slender neck. It throbbed a little before, but with this I know I'll be feeling it later. Still I manage to gulp and maintain mostly level eye contact. But you manage to pique a nervous streak, reflecting as I stare at you.

I'm not strictly looking for pain, in fact there are several other things mentioned before that excited me in the first place. But I'm assuming for all that is a plan somewhere, all going well. As it stands I'm not sure how it's going to go. Your threat practically eggs me on, but I manage to limit my movement to simply watching your path. You draw a crop, and admittedly it makes me tingle deep down. Still I watch evenly, continuing to stare as you come back before me. You raise another plan. I'll admit the second part spikes my defiance. Two can play the game of walking away, particularly when one way to stop me has not been exploited. But on a similar whim as the rest of our little visit, I give it another shot. Without a word I lean forward again, eyes still raised. Then I start largely the same way as last time, but a little quicker. Then some more. I won't be swallowing the whole length, but I can create a good rhythm in a methodical, likely much more pleasant move. To see what happens, I start with exactly that.
 
What you start doing elicits a moan from me, followed by a good firm smack to your ass with the riding crop, followed by my length starting to swell in your hands and mouth. "Good girl." I coo as I run my fingers through your hair, then give you another smack on the ass with the riding crop, after a few minutes you find yourself at the end of my hard, throbbing, and oozing cock. "See? Not that hard to comply if you know there's a hard cock waiting for you." A grin crosses my face as I get my next idea, if I fuck you now its too simple and too easy for you, that's what we both want but if I do, then its over and you may leave satisfied but not fulfilled, I decide to take a different approach and smack you across the face with my gigantic cock. "So, now is your opportunity to speak." I give you another smack, "I can fuck you now, and just absolutely ruin your pussy or we can do something a little more fun. I will give you a choice."
 
My butt contracts with the first stinging hit. Fuck, that was good. It only breaks my pace for a split second, and I'm back into it. I allow myself to settle in, taking pleasure from the depraved deed. Maybe not totally earned in my eyes, but it's just enough for me to give it the good Wen treatment. I guess I've gotten rather good at it.

It doesn't even take an impossible deepthroat for me coax veins into form with grooves to tease. Then a little off the tip that drowns in my saliva and has partially mixed by the time you withdraw. Two whacks and two stings, not a bad start for a deviant little minx. They're a delightful tease to compliment the possessive, but not cruel fingers in my hair. I even manage to forget the ache in my throat, remembering only as you withdraw and I swallow for good measure. The slickness surrounds my lips, though nothing like the glistening on your shaft. Yeah, I guess I can be very compliant... when I feel like it.

Two blows, usually a bit silly, but with your mass they actually have a bit of force to shift my face. Still I manage a level gaze for your offer, only breaking when the unfair mass hits my petite features.

It seems like an obvious choice. I'd rather not be literally destroyed as this mass would surely try. And what girl can refulse more fun. "What sorta fun?" I ask with almost-innocent eyes beaming upwards. Something tells me the 'fun' is my best shot this evening...
 
"I will take that as a yes." I smile and give you another smack for good measure and then slap the bed gently, "Lay there, arms and legs spread, no fussing, or you will be utterly decimated." I do not wait for you to follow through with your actions, instead I turn around and go to the dresser that is in the bedroom. Instead of being filled with clothes, it is filled with all various manner of toys. I grab some alligator clips for your nipples, and some paraffin wax candles. I also grab an E-stim device with four pads on it. While my back is turned and you are hopefully on the bed I explain "There are four sets of ropes on the headboard and footboard, I expect both of your feet and hands in them, and to stay in place while I tighten them. "Failure to comply will bring your worst fear to light." I don't say what that fear is, but it involves me pounding you endlessly till you cannot walk, depriving you of your true pleasure, the slow burn, the long drawn out sexual motions till it becomes sex. The pleasure isn't rooted directly in the sex either, its the actions leading up to it that will drive you the most wild.
 
My wordless compliance is taken. I smile and nod slightly, bouncing once more as a solid whack rings over my nearly bare ass. For a moment I look over the bed. Cozy enough; of course the fun is everything on top of it. Four good corners with plenty of areas to work with, rope rather transparently laid out for each of them. How can I say no? I slip onto it, taking my time a little as you go to plot some deviance. Decimation is almost a tiring threat; it's the other side that keeps me pliant, the little tingling as I merely think of my limbs snatched away. Naturally I will be inclined to struggle. Funny how that only comes when it's too late.

I lay in a spread, a good image for my fantasy already. My head is a more active, watching you pick out things that pique my eyes. My lips purse. Going heavy I see. But then, I didn't expect much subtlety since I laid eyes on that bare beast of a cock.

Then I listen to the plan, eyebrow slightly raised. I admit I sort of like the feeling of other hands stealing my freedom, but there is an undeniable charm to securing my own fate. I lean up and begin on one ankle, taking a little time to prepare the rope on the footboard and get it ready. I'm not very quick and I'm not terribly confident of my skills, but I know a few knots that I can then slip into and expect to hold for nearly anything my slender figure can throw at them. Importantly they're set in such a way that even a strict tightening won't screw up the bloodflow, and for good measure I have a good three wraps to balance pressure. After setting up the knots and slipping my legs in them, I pull them snugly. Already it would be difficult to free myself. I lean back and do similar over my head, setting up one side, the other, then back around to get it almost just right in a position where I'll be able to mostly tighten them myself. Naturally it leaves a little of the work for me to play with, but more tightening and a little savvy twisting will take care of that. I set them up like so after doing the job carefully, and soon my arms dangle from opposite sets of 'rope cuffs' that really just need a good pull to lock them down. Already the pressure on my ankles is distinct, and it all leaves me feeling fuzzy inside. A scant state of dress and a look at those devilish pads work me up a little more. It certainly lets my almost floaty head completely ignore the little threat about fear... for whatever reason, being in this state leaves me a little more reckless than I could ever be in normal circumstances.
 
As I turn, items in hand I see you have in fact complied. "Good." I say simply, sitting everything on the bed next to you, laying it out so there are no surprises as to what is happening, only what is happening first. My first move is of course to gently put one alligator clamp on each of your nipples, I gently release them so they do not clamp but the pressure they create is felt and it forces your nipples to get hard. I put the candles in their holder next to the bed and light them as I grin wickedly. Running a hand up your thigh and stopping at your folds I give a gentle pinch, looking for a reaction and biting my lip. "So." I ask holding up the e-stim device, "Ever played with one of these before? Its quite thrilling, it emits a small electrical shock into your body, meant to contract muscles, so you can only imagine what would happen should I put it around more." I give the area just outside your folds another pinch, "Intimate, area."
 
I shift amidst the sheets. I guess I should make myself comfortable, right? The slim lingerie feels slimmer by the second, helped along by a stretch of cool air across my belly. I shiver, but it's not from the heat.

My eyes follow the new equipment as it's laid out on the side. There's a noteworthy spark I feel between my butt and my chastity's barely covered top. This is definitely where the good stuff is. And we're almost far enough along that my every struggle won't do me much good.

I stare defiantly, head up, which only works somewhat with my arms eagled on each side and needing to prop up my chest somewhat. I don't know, it feels sexy to be defiant on my back this way. Still my eyes catch on your choice offerings. First the candle that seems committed to the side for now, and then the devilish pads that certainly aren't decorative. I haven't gone there before... my wrists flex.

"Not much," I almost admit truthfully, "They do look rather... interesting." I keep a level tone, but my chest is clearly more active and it doesn't help for my breath, which has become a little short. I flinch with the sting below. Oh dear, what am I getting into.

Exactly what I asked for...
 
A grin crosses my face seeing you tied up like that. "Oh, look at you so helpless, I could fuck you till you are numb right now couldn't I? But we both know if you just wanted to get fucked, you could find that anywhere." I attach all four of the pads. One on each of your nipples and the other two just below your folds. "Now, lets see here." I grab the control device, "I have a bit of a conundrum maybe you can solve it. You see, this device, can deal out quite the punishment in the form of electric shock. It doesn't hurt mind you, if you have the tolerance for pain." As an example I turn the device to a mere 15 volts and set it to pulse. "You will feel your muscles contracting and relaxing quite out of your control, so the conundrum is this. The places I have placed the pads are also very key sensitive spots, but you already knew that. I could simply torture you, giving you orgasm, after orgasm, till you have nothing left to give, then leave you there and that suits me." I turn and light the candle. "But, what I suspect you want is a little more pain than that. Maybe you can answer that question for me?" I grin, the candle begins to burn as I hold it over your body, ensuring the first drop of wax will go right into your stomach just above your delicious panty line.
 
Your stare is ravaging, but I keep my eyes level. I could indeed go anywhere to get myself stuffed. In fact I could very well stuff myself.

The rest including the evil delights on the bed, not so easily.

My chest is more active as you saddle it with objects; cool pads that are much more intimidating in my head than physically. My imagination does most of the work, and it's not hard to notice as my thighs shudder reactively, then squirm with the other pad. A shudder visibly runs up my length, and I bite my lip. Fuck, I didn't expect to be this nervous.

I watch keenly as you lift the controls. What should I expect? Your words promise a mischief that doesn't entirely reassure me. My body stiffens with the first shock, and a gasp forces out. Not as... terrible as I thought. Vaguely I remember something about electricity, but the thought is mangled with the attentions on my chest and... below. My thighs are stiff, not painfully, but clearly reacting to it. My chest can do nothing at all. I notice my flexibility is still somewhat there, given I tightened to a point but not completely. Well. It's certainly doing the job.

In spite of the attention I'm forced to give, I still manage to return eye contact and keep a straight face. In spite of breath that leaves my lips slightly parted, something I expect isn't going to improve at all.

There's two ways to answer your question. You could easily silence the less useful one, but since you don't I use it. "Pretty good start," I admit with my eyes pinned on the candle. It tips, and with a slight arch and another soft gasp I answer the second way. Fuck, that's good. There's pain, but something else has coated my skin and left my body far warmer than when I crawled up in the bed.
 
I click my tongue in my teeth, "Pretty...good....start?" I say tilting my head and the candle at the same time, dripping more hot was onto your stomach. "Right then, if that is not enough." I pick up the controller and increase the voltage to 50 and turn it from pulse to a solid stream of electricity coursing through your body. A grin crosses my face as I lick your stomach, delving my tongue into your belly button and up your stomach, between your breasts and up your neck and stop at your chin, I feign kissing you then stop and look you in the eyes. "Still just a pretty good start?" I ask, standing, lifting my limp, meaty cock and dropping it onto your chest, just out of reach of your mouth, it impacts with a dull thud.
 
Yeah, that restraint wasn't my best idea. I pay with my clenched belly and audible hiss as the wax assaults me just a bit more aggressively. It's a powerful sting, and there's a little shudder in me that I notice isn't going away.

The shock is another game entirely, leaving my hands clenched. Fuck, this is intense. My head lolls back as I contend with this odd sensation coursing through my veins. It's rated just so I probably won't have to worry about it being lethal, but more than enough to partially seize my muscles and leave my guard permanently on. It is in this turbulent state that I feel something new on my belly, interrupting the mild torments with a spot of wetness. I fail to hold a soft, but clear gasp that is practically wrenched from my throat. It's impossible to pretend now. The wetness builds up my chest, leaving me in a soft write right until my bare neck is reached, where I start to see and stare intensely. My head rises for the climactic reward... and I groan in clear frustration as it is denied. Bastard.

"Yes," I grit as my back arches slightly. It's hard to keep my underside properly on the bed now, such is the persistent state I'm left in. Your mass drops on my nearly bare body, a monsterous growth atop my far more daintly frame. It's tantalizingly close, a little goodness sparkling at the tip that pleas for my lips that cannot reach. I surrender my wits and arch my head back again as an intense shudder barrels through me. Pretty good was starting to be pretty fucking great.
 
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