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That’s
what you want
to say, isn’t it? Yes? So say it. Tell me what you need, speak the filthy words
that are cluttering your mind.

Oh, you beautiful little whore.
That’s
it, those are the words I wanted to hear coming from
your usually pure mouth. How does it feel to have such dirty words spewing out
of you?
How the hell
does it make you feel? Go on,
tell me some more.

You feel like a wanton woman, you say?
Needy, greedy?
That’s
what I like
to hear.
I’m
thinking, with you splayed out the way
you are, that I want you to stay just like that.
Unable to
move, unable to touch me.
No stroking my back or digging your nails into
it as I shove inside you and make you
come
. No legs
wrapping around me, your ankles crossed over my
arse
so you can push me closer with your heels. No, this is where I get to
call the shots
, where I dictate what goes on.

See what
you’ve
done
to me? See what
you’ve
turned me into?

Oh yes, I know it must have been inside me
all along, waiting to come out, but it was you who unlocked the closed door.
You who encouraged it.
And Christ,
I’m
glad you did.

What am I doing? Tying your wrists to the
headboard,
that’s
what. Your ankles are next, tied to
the posts at the end of the bed. I want you completely open, completely at my
mercy.
Like I said, no touching.
You just have to stay
there and feel, experience whatever I want you to.

There, a sexy star, spread out for me to
feast on. And I will now—oh yes,
I’ll
feast on you. I
can smell you as I dip my head closer to your pussy, and your legs,
they’re
trembling against me. But
you’re
not scared—no, you’re excited, the scent of it is coming off you, waves of that
tangy, musky smell that drives me mad every time we fuck.

Oh, God, you taste so good.
So bloody good.

Her

That look in your eyes,
it’s
feral, wild.
It’s
turning me on more than I could ever
have imagined.
It’s
hardly even you anymore, but it is
you, a new side of you, a recently released beast that is predatory and hungry
and about to sate an appetite.

Ah, fuck,
that’s
it,
eat me, just there. I
can’t
move, I’m yours, feast
away. Damn,
you’re
not holding back, are you? Like a
truffle snuffling pig, all niceties have gone out of the window.
There’s
no refinement in the way you’re slurping at my
pussy, gobbling my juices and…

Oh, your fingers, too, you know
that’s
my undoing. God, can I stand this?
It’s
torturously good and I’m stuck, trapped. I have no choice but to take it—
that’s
just what I wanted. But these binds,
they’re
tight; have you been practicing? Did you think of
our dressing gown cords weeks ago or did that idea spring into your mind just
now?

It’s
been a while
since you buried your face in my pussy, and never like this. Fuck. I can barely
think straight. This is more than I could have hoped for.
You’re
ignoring my moans.
You’re
lost in your own moment, my feeble
squirms barely registering. I can tell by your expression, the poise of your
body—spine braced, biceps flexed,
arse
in the air—that
you’re completely self-centered and utterly self-absorbed in your frantic enjoyment
of my body.

Yes, yes, keep going.
You’re
giving it to me hard with your fingers. How many are in there, two, three,
four?
It’s
almost violent the way you’re shunting into
me, plucking my G-spot, unrelenting and expert. The squelch of my pussy is
deliciously
wet,
it must be a swamp down there.

Your eyes are
closed,
you’ve folded in on yourself, so have I now. The pressure is mounting, your
sharp,
stubbled
chin catching my swollen labial lips,
the abrasive pain an added bliss for me to tangle with my build up to orgasm.
Your mouth is on my clit, sucking,
thrashing
.
Your tongue energetically whipping me into a desperate frenzy.

I know
you’re
not
going to stop. But
you’ll
have to when I come; you
know it’s too much if you to carry on like this when I do. The sweet pleasure
turns to torment.

And
I’m
going to,
it’s so near.
My arms.
I forgot they
were suspended
to the side of me. Damn,
I’m
restless, my skin feverish.
You’re
holding me so open,
so tight, one hand manacled around my right thigh—there’ll be bruises tomorrow.
Good bruises. My pussy
will be bruised too, and swollen
.
Yes, oh yes,
you’ve
never gone for it like this before.
Painful it might be, but in a good way. This is a deep filling, frenetic ride
to bliss. And
I’m
all yours, sacrificial.

I’ve
curled my
toes, and my fingers I’ve clenched into nail-breaking fists. The climb to the
wonderful crescendo has begun.
I’m
thrashing this way
and that, my whole body lifting and dropping. But you own my pussy and you
follow my jerking hips, greedily enjoying my imprisoned state. Have you dreamed
of doing it this way? Of
taking
what you wanted
without worrying about bedroom manners?

Yes, keep going. But please, oh, I need you
to hold me together, this is so big.
I’m
going to…

Why the hell
have you
stopped?

Him

I
can’t
hold off any
longer. I have to be inside you. I have to ram in, pump hard, and keep going
until I come and you come and
we’re
a panting mess
afterwards. Can you imagine that?
Us
breathless, hot,
and so fucking…free. Yeah,
that’s
the word.
We’re
freeing ourselves by doing this, going to the next
level.

You were close,
weren’t
you, just about ready to come, bucking against my mouth. But you just take a
minute to calm down.
That’s
it, breathe nice and
steady, take your mind away from what’s raging through your aching clit. And it
is aching,
I’d
bet, just like my cock.

Look at it. You see how hard I am? Do you
like the way
I’m
holding it, offering it towards you
yet denying you being able to touch and lick it? I know
you’re
greedy for it, I can see it in your eyes.
They’re
wide, where you’re taking it all in. Are you thinking about what you want to do
with it? Where you want it to be? I want it inside your pussy, because fuck,
your hole is wet, open for me, ready for me to plunge the hell in and shag you
ragged. Ah, you widened your eyes a bit more then. My dirty talk is getting to
you,
isn’t
it?

Oh, yeah, skin on skin is so good, your tits
squashed against my chest like that. You feel me there? Feel my cock against
your slit, the head pressing into your clit? Soaked,
you’re
so damn soaked.
I’m
moving, humping, getting you going
again.
Christ, that
feels good.

You want a kiss? No,
you’re
not going to get one. If you want to feel like a used whore, then remember
whores
don’t get
kissed. They take what
they’re
given, what they’re paid to do, and if you really
want authenticity, I’ll leave you some money when I walk out of here after I’m
done. That got you,
didn’t
it, got your attention.
Yeah, you like that idea. Every time we do it like this,
I’ll
give you cash so you can replace the clothes I’ll have ripped or ruined. Maybe
next time
I’ll
bring you a gift as well—shoes to wear
while we fuck, or a corset, a pair of stockings. And
won’t
they sound nice when I dig my fingers through the nylon and pull? That tearing
sound, can you imagine it? Feel the slide as I drag them down your legs.

No, you
don’t
get to
tell me to hurry up. You
don’t
tell me how much you
want it, need it.
I’m
the customer, and the customer
is always right. So, while
I’m
grinding, you trying to
move into position so my cock just happens to slide into you, remember that
you’re a slut who doesn’t get to call the shots. Remember your place.

The way
you’re
panting and moaning—that’s turning me on.
You’re
testing my patience, my self-control. The sound your
pussy’s
making under my cock is driving me mad.

Right.
That’s
enough of that. I have to be inside you—now.

Her

You just called me a whore and said
you’d
leave me money when we did it like this again. Does
that mean
you’re loving
it as much as I am? Yeah, sure
you are. But my mind
is muddled
with want. A primitive
part of my brain is in control. I
can’t
completely
understand what’s happening or why I feel like I could fly even though I’m
harnessed to the bed.

Yes,
that’s
it, stop
messing about, stop wasting time, get inside me and finish what you’ve started.
Your damn hard cock and your slit filmy with pre-cum
has
rubbed all over my pussy and clit enough, now get into my hole. Take what you
want from me, what
you’re
paying for.

Argh, Jesus, had I not been tied down my head
would be through the wall. Fuck,
you’ve
never buried
so deep on a first plunge or pummelled into me with every ounce of your
strength before. I fucking love it. I know
I’m
shouting, crying out, not making sense, but I can’t help it.

I’m
going to come,
you’re blasting my clit with each savage thrust of your hips. Call me a whore
again. Tell me
I’m
your whore, your possession.
That’s
it, I’m tipping over the edge. I swear
I’m
going to squirt, I can’t control this release, it’s too
enormous.
It’s
going to bulldoze right through me.

But
you’re
the one
calling the shots.
I’m
at your mercy.
Just how I wanted it.
Tied and bound with you unleashing
your inner monster. And to think you hesitated when
I’d
suggested it.
You’re
having a fucking wonderful time
now, aren’t you?

Come with me,
let’s
come together. Kiss me, yes,
you’ve
forgotten about
the rules now, haven’t you?
You’re
as far gone as I am
and the need to plunge and plunder me in everyway possible has taken over.

I’m
there, I’ve
reached my moment. I
don’t
know if you’ve noticed,
this fucking is more than flirting with violence, but my pussy is
spasming
around your cock. Can you feel it? Is there any
semblance of sanity left in your brain that can register my climax or are you
so focused on your own?

And
it’s
so damn
good.
I’m
so wet, I’m sure I’ve just released a ton of
juice, like I did that other one time.
It’s
having you
like this that’s done it.
Made me come so profoundly that my
body unloaded my pleasure in a gush.
Oh yes, keep going,
you’re
so near and I’m still cresting through my bliss.

You’re
not breathing
now, not kissing me, just humping.
That’s
what you do
just before you climax; you exist only for your cock, only for sensation. I
adore that moment and
I’m
wrapping it with mine. We
exist together in our ecstasy.

Your flesh is ripe and soft.
I’m
biting you, hard, I don’t care. I
don’t
think you do, either. That sinewy strip of tendon between your neck and your
shoulder muscle has found its way into my mouth. You
shouldn’t
have withdrawn attention from my tongue and lips. I need an anchor.
I’m
spiralling
, spinning, another
orgasm blasting me as you detonate in my pussy, shooting your spunk so damn
high I swear I can taste it.

Him

You reckon
you’d
be
able to taste it, do you? Well, next time I…ah…next time I pay for your
services—oh, fuck, I’m still coming, it won’t stop—you can taste me.
I’ll
stick my cock in your mouth and hold your head still,
your hair in my fist.