A fairly standard “male dominant, female submissive” jaunt.

I wake and my hand works its way down your body. Finding your sex damp, the other hand works into your hair, pulling it back. You sigh, sleepily, as I kiss the back of your neck. My hard erection presses into your back as the fingers on your sex rub your clit.

You arch your back and turn your head. My kiss migrates from the back of your neck to your lower lip before I bite. Hard.

Your first orgasm comes with a cry of pain, and your gasp of breath breaks the kiss. I pull back on your hair, thrusting my hard-on deeper into your back and withdraw my hand from your pussy.

And then those wet fingers are in your mouth and you suck with the same fervor that’s usually reserved for a different appendage.

I stand, abruptly, and you, like the good girl you are, spread your legs wide, ready for a fucking.

But I delay. I walk to the closet and pull out both a pair of handcuffs and a length of rope. I return, binding your hands together and then, with the rope, I bind the handcuffs to the headboard.

You keep your legs apart, because you’re a good girl and you know what I want.

With two fingers, I part the lips of your pussy and dive, deep, with my cock, my hips press hard against your own. You gasp.

But I do not retreat — I give a single thrust, holding my sex inside you.

You start to buck, trying to ride me, but your prone position combined with my weight on top of you make that impossible. I simply press, growing even harder, penetrating deeper into you, without moving.

And then I withdraw. And those same fingers which I used to separate your pussy lips work south on your anatomy.

With my other hand, I guide my cock to that other opening. I press against the entrance to your asshole and stop.

I look into your eyes. I want your eyes on me as I enter. I need to see what’s going on inside of you as I do this.

And with eye contact, both of us seemingly unable to blink, I press into that hole.

I slide in forcefully, yet slowly. One long thrust, claiming you.

Your eyes show a truly beautiful mixture of pain and longing and lust and submission. A need to please while holding back a need to beg me to vacate you.

And as with your pussy, pressed into you, I do not move. Your eyes remain unblinking – but you do not try to ride me.

I watch you trying to will your body to relax.

My right hand moves to my left shoulder and then *whap* a backhand across your left breast. I grab your right nipple and start to fuck.

Your legs, held high into the air, press against my shoulders.

Another slap to your left breast. And another. And another. My grasp on your other nipple never relenting.

I start to sweat, and it comes down in beads. The sweat running off my body onto yours.

Tears form in your eyes.

My cock is moving all of the way to the head before pressing all of the way in. I know how uncomfortable this is. I relish that you want it. That you need me to take you this way. That you deserve to be taken this way.

And then I grab your left nipple, finally stopping the slapping back & forth. I twist both and pull back, my body arching.

You cry out in real pain.

I growl, thrust my hips strongly against you, and cum into your ass.

I release your body, collapsing onto you, my cock still buried in *that* hole.

Seconds pass as the last remnants of my erection begin to fade. You gasp as I slide out of you.

And then I stand.

Instead of taking off the handcuffs, I walk to the shower and turn it on. Then I move back to you. I unclasp the handcuffs and place both hands under you, lifting you into my arms.

On the way to the shower, I press you against the wall. Kneeling before you, my face works its way to your sex as your thighs rest upon my shoulders, my arms snaking around those legs and my hands on your breasts, pinning you to the wall.

Tiny little circle licks all around your clit before placing both of my lips around the button and taking it into my mouth. With my lips around your clitoris, I run my tongue fleetingly over it while humming.

My hands squeeze the mounts on your chest, harder and harder.

Your whole body shudders — I’m fully aware that you’d collapse had I not been supporting you.

I allow you to fall, back into my arms, and step into the hot shower.

As soon as you’re on your feet, you grab soap and a washcloth and start cleaning my sex. Because that’s what good girls do after they’ve had their ass fucked. It’s not long before I’m hard again. And it’s not long after I’m hard that you have me in your mouth.

The water rolling over our bodies, you reposition yourself to grab a breath of air. I use that moment to groan and whisper (as I was too breathless to manage much more than that) “stand up.”

Again, I lift you. Your legs part around me. I pin you against the wall with the full force of my bodyweight. I allow your body to slide, just the tiniest bit, and my cock parts the lips of your pussy.

We fuck, riding each other’s bodies, until the last vestiges of hot water mark one last orgasm, for each of us.

We abandon any further soap or shampoo, rushing out of the cold water stream to find towels.

“Nap until the hot water is back?” I ask and you’re in bed before I can finish the sentence.