Things that go Bump in the Night: She ties and face-fucks him and gets the punishment she wants

Cool Night Air

He woke up in the night, overly warm, his body sweaty. Moments of confusion, images of a dream leaving him, a house he used to live in a long time ago, delicious glimpses of her smiling over her shoulder at him, her hair falling, covering her features, the dream fragmenting by the second.

Trying not to wake himself too much, he pushed the covers down off his body, but it was no good, he was wide awake now. Beside him, she lay sleeping, he could make out her form in the dark, the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, the covers rucked up under a thigh she had splayed in front of her.

Careful not to disturb her, he got up and went to the window, pulled the curtain to the side and pushed it wider open, the sky was still dark, but soon it would begin to lighten. The air coming through the window was fresh and he stood in its draught, his naked skin cooling, the sweat drying, the movement of the air caressing him.

Listening to the sounds from outside, the very first birds waking and beginning their pre-dawn chorus, the wind in the leaves of the trees nearby. In the distance the drone of a single car passing through the village. There were no lights on, the sky overcast, but that beautiful cool breeze and the sensations on his skin made him feel alive.

She Comes to Him

He closed his eyes, just feeling. Heard the rustling of the bed, heard her get up. His heart quickened, he found himself smiling, his cock flooding, heavy hardness beginning. He felt the air stirring behind him, felt the warmth of her body though she did not touch him.

Waiting, he remained silent. Agonising seconds of closeness, precious moments fleeing past, her proximity, her breath on his back, how it moved the tiny hairs there. The silence in the room became glaringly loud, but he did not want to command her, he wanted her to break the moment for herself, without having to be guided or told by him.

Still, she did nothing, she did not move or make a sound. He began to feel a despair that surprised him with its intensity. His eyes beginning to burn, the muscles across his chest and through his arms feeling taut. Hands clenching into fists by his thighs.

Then the lightest of kisses between his shoulder blades. Turning, he pulled her close to him, the cool air on his back, her warmth pressing into him, he tightened his hold, crushing her to him and her arms snaked around his back, and she clung to him.

They pressed their bodies together, as much of their skin as possible touching the other. His cock enveloped by the softness of her stomach, her breasts squashing against his ribs, and his hand cupped the base of her skull, pressing her head to his chest. He knew he must be hurting her, but she was fierce in his arms, gripping him with all her strength.

The familiarity of her body, her curves, her scent, ooh her scent. He dipped his head, buried his nose in her hair and breathed in the raw sweaty fragrance of her.

His hands slid down over her back, and she let out a sigh. Cupping her buttocks, he boosted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips, telltale wetness of her cunt pressing against his hardness.

His lips grazed hers, barely touching, the full electric jolt of the contact shocking, they stared into each other’s eyes. He looked at her lips again and with her watching, he nudged her head to the side with his nose, and his lips brushed over hers again, and again. His tongue licking gently over her lips, her eyes slipped closed.

The kiss, when it came, was bruising in its passion, his tongue intruding into her mouth, subduing her, her hands in his hair, holding his head close, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

Tied Up

He carried her to the bed then, turning, sat with her straddling him, and she put her hands in the middle of his chest, pushed him hard down. She took his wrist, brought it to the top corner of the bed. He did not fight her, and she secured it with a shackle.

He shifted so he was lying in the middle of the bed and allowed her to shackle him completely. His legs spread wide. She shortened the straps at his ankles, so he could barely move.

She straddled his hips again, keeping high on her knees. His cock, a straining hardness between them, untouched by her. Putting her hands on either side of his head, she leant down to him, kissed his mouth, his nose, his chin. A trail of kisses down his neck, over his chest.

Her mouth finding his nipples, she teased them, tongue sweeping over them across his chest and back, until a breath shuddered out of him.

She moved then, her breasts swinging a trail over his belly, she positioned herself between his thighs, her tits now resting around his cock, and she kissed her way down over his torso, inching herself down too, so her tits dragged over his cock, pulling back his foreskin. His breath caught, his dick twitching between her tits, their smooth, heavy weight dragging past his balls now.

She kissed a line down the hair from his navel towards his cock, but she did not take him into her mouth, instead she kissed the crease where his leg met his torso, her nose pushing his balls to the side. Light kisses over his balls and then she kissed up the other crease, her fingers creating a frame in his hair there, around, but not touching his cock.

Her mouth nuzzled the side of his balls a long moment, her tongue tasting the saltiness of his sweat, her hands pressing down now, so his rock-hard cock was standing proud from his body, pressing against her index fingers.

Straightening, she moved again. She freed his ankles and began a line of kisses from his right ankle up to his knee, swapping to his left leg, she continued her trail of kisses up, over his inner thigh, until she reached his apex again.

And that’s when she began to lick him. Her tongue licking around the crease of his leg, over his balls, the other crease, around the hair at the base of his dick. Her breath warm over the wetness she left behind.

Face-Fucked: She Owns Him

He raised his head, looked down at her, watching her, staring. She looked so sexy, her ass high in the air behind her, the narrowness at her waist, and when she sucked his balls into her mouth, his head slipped down, and a groan escaped him. He wanted her on his cock, he wanted her to ride him, wanted to see her rocking above him.

His achingly full balls in her mouth, she sucked and licked until he groaned again, his cock desperate for touch.

She kissed her way back up his body, moved so his head was between her thighs, and she sat on his face, and she rode it. He lapped at her cunt, her clit, her juices slick in his mouth, on his chin. She came hard against his mouth, and he pushed his tongue inside her, feeling her clench around it, his nose nudging at her clit until she was done.

Moving back down, she straddled him again, but still she did not take him in, did not touch him. She took her time, kissed his mouth, and he felt her wetness dripping onto his cock. He bucked his hips upwards, but she moved with him, kissing him deeply all the while, and he could not reach her.

“Please.”

He said it into her mouth. He hadn’t meant to say anything, but there it was, and it annoyed him that he had begged.

But it was what she wanted.

And she wanted to be punished for it.

Fight Me: He Owns Her

She reached over him, undid his right wrist, took his hand into both of hers, raised it to her lips and kissed the inside of his wrist. Light tickling kisses, tender and delicate. She freed his other wrist.

Moving fast, he got out from under her and placed his hand in the middle of her back and pushed her down, so she was face down on the bed, on her knees her ass raised in the air. He got behind her, leant over her prone form breathed into her ear and teased her there until she shivered.

“Fight me,” he whispered. Directly into her ear.

And she did, she tried to turn under him, but his hand on her back prevented her. She pulled her arms to her sides and pushed hard, gained a little space and tried to turn again. He easily pushed her down mashing her tits into the bed.

Again, she tried to push herself up, but leaning his body over hers, he grabbed her wrists and forced them into the small of her back.

He took them both in a single hand, then pulled one of her legs out from under her. She twisted her wrists in his grip, got one free, but he grabbed it, held them both one-handed again, and pulled her other leg from under her.

He straddled her thighs, and still holding her wrists at the small of her back, he forced his cock through her wetness, and into her cunt.

She relaxed under him and let out a sigh. He shifted his knees, so he could get better depth inside her and he started a merciless fuck.

Squirming under him, she fought him again. He took a wrist in each hand and held them next to her shoulders, so she was helpless against his onslaught. And with his hands bruising her arms with his grip, he continued his violent fuck of her cunt.

Her breath came faster, matching his fucking, with the tiniest of whimpers at the end of each thrust, so he knew he was giving her the pain she craved.

He fucked her hard, his balls squashing against her ass. When he was close, he slowed down, stopped with his dick buried deeply inside her. She shifted under him, tried to move, and he brought her wrists behind her again, held them with one hand and with the other, he struck her ass hard. Still, she struggled, and he punished her ass for it.

She knew what was expected of her, but she dragged it out, letting him, making him spank her ass until it was sore and glowing.

Finally, she gave them both what they wanted, she whispered a plea, and he fucked her hard, relentlessly, until he came, his dick spasming deep inside her sopping wet cunt.

After, he kissed her bruised wrists and held her tight against him, until she slept.

And when he woke later, she was gone. As he knew she would be.