Kink

by Nikki Sex

  I adjust her pillow, so that as I fuck her tits, my cock can reach her mouth. Emily assists me, shifting before I ask her. She’s keen to try. For her, this is another first.

  Clearly fascinated, her eyes blaze blue fire as she watches her breasts get a good fucking. I’m fascinated too, because holy hell, her tits are red and swollen from extra blood flow. Her skin is silky smooth. How great would she look in rope bondage with beautiful red stripes from my flogger?

  Her beautiful tits are so big. I hold and squeeze her nipples hard while I fuck them. Her grimace of pain and pleasure triggers my darker urges.

  The Beast surges within as I see her helpless before me, willing and open to whatever I want. My blood boils with the desire to inflict more pain, to see her eyes fill with tears and to hear her shrill needy screams of pleasure, as I take her to a dark and hidden place.

  I imagine entrancing crimson stripes across her gorgeous breasts and feel a primitive roar rise up within me, demanding more. I have the urge to pick up a cane or my belt, or almost anything, in order to lay red welts across her, striking her again and again.

  Those soft, white tits would be bright red. Proof of her submission, her absolute ownership by me.

  The visual sends a surge of ecstasy straight to my cock. I almost spurt my jizz right then, I’m so fucking hot for her.

  I shudder and bite my lower lip, resisting my orgasm. The pain calms me, brings me back to myself. I will not lose control. Not today. A ragged breath drags out of my lungs, as I successfully prevent climax.

  Ignorant of what’s going through my mind, Emily’s eyes widen as she looks up at me. Does my smile have a cruel bite to it? It should. I have a little scene planned out for later, right after I climax.

  My hips get into a rhythm. With each thrust, the head of my shaft meets her tongue or her lips, making me wetter. Emily makes inarticulate sounds of pleasure, a cross between 'umm' and an 'ah.'

  My hard-on strains, aching for release. I feel a sensual tingle in my groin and a hot burst of pre-cum coats her breasts. We both pant, excited and heavily turned on.

  “I want to come on your tits, your face and in your mouth.”

  “Yes, yes, please,” she gasps. “Come all over me.”

  “Open that beautiful mouth,” I order her.

  My cock jerks. I’m going to explode. When her lips part, I pull back and I rapidly stroke my erection. I think of how I plan to hurt her and a delicious sensation flows through me. The muscles of my groin and lower abdominals contract as my release erupts suddenly and I come.

  Fuck!

  Breathing heavily, I spurt long ropy jets of semen across her breasts and face. Emily’s eyes widen with surprise and pleasure as semen shoots across her and spills inside of her open mouth. She licks her lips, greedy to taste and swallow.

  For a long moment I just stare down at her, my chest heaving.

  Incredibly aroused, my gorgeous girl is heedless of her appearance. Her hair is tousled, her lips are red and swollen from where I plundered her with my cock.

  Em longs to be taken, controlled, possessed and dominated.

  I long to take, control, possess and dominate. Like a key fits a lock, we meet each other’s needs.

  Right now, she looks wanton and well used.

  Well used, by me.

  Emily’s so beautiful right now, covered in my semen. I wish that I could leave it there forever, branding her as mine. How smoking hot is she, fully aroused and covered in my jizz? Regretfully, I get a moist cloth and clean her up. I nuzzle into her and take a few minutes to recover.

  “Okay?” I ask, casually stroking her stomach.

  “Very okay.” She smiles. “Thank you, Paul.”

  I grin back at her. “You’ve never done that before?”

  “I’ve never even seen a man ejaculate,” she says enthusiastically and then adds with less interest, “Well, except in bad porn. But just now, with you, I had a front row seat. Man, it was incredible and very hot. God, you’re so sexy.”

  I laugh, pleased by her innocent, eager response. Has she only had sex in the dark before me, or what? I don’t know if I can wrap my head around that concept.

  Everyone is kinky in their own way. The weirdest sexual perversion, in my opinion, is committed by straight couples who hide their nudity and only have sex in the dark. This ‘man always on top – get it over with quick,’ idea seems totally bizarre to me.

  This kind of sex is apparently called ‘making love.’ But where’s the love in that? Talk about twisted.

  Ah, well. To each his own.

  Meanwhile, my rabbit and I have explosive, epic, out of this world sex. We really do make love I’ve begun to realize. Together we have a mind, heart and soul connection that would inspire musicians and poets.

  I rest my head on my elbow, so that I can see her face.

  Before me, Emily never did anything remotely kinky. But I can’t stand not knowing. “Did you always have sex in the dark or something? How is it that you never saw a man come?”

  She frowns and shakes her head. “Haven’t you heard of condoms? The men I had sex with always used condoms.”

  I laugh at her obvious answer. “Ah. Very sensible. Well, ejaculation is nothing new for me, of course. But watching you come, now that’s worth seeing. And you’ve checked out porn? I don’t know why that surprises me.”

  She gives a snort of disgust. “A few stupid internet videos, out of curiosity more than anything else. They put me off sex, I think.”

  I laugh and run my hand from her sternum, down and across her soft belly. “They would. I’ll get us some tasteful European or French DVD’s to enjoy together. ‘Private’ is pretty good. You’d like something with a story, where the couple kiss, laugh and have fun. I can get BDSM stuff, too. So you’ve never watched porn with a lover.”

  “Hell no. I’d be mortified. I was always way too uptight to do anything like that. Until you. Actually, I’ve never even been able to climax with a lover.”

  This appalling truth pleases me.

  “Reeeally?” I draw out the word, unable to hide my excessive joy at Emily’s candid and shocking admission.

  We stare at each other in a wordless exchange. Her light blue eyes unashamedly meet mine. They seem to be saying, ‘You’re my first, Paul. You’ve taught me how to let go.’

  The honesty and trust in her expression moves me.

  There’s so much goodness, strength and courage in my little rabbit. Most people would’ve tried to hide that embarrassing truth. I want to be better, I want to deserve her. God, I love Em to distraction.

  Unexpectedly, my mind flicks to the fear of losing her. That little pinch of worry stabs me, at the thought that she doesn’t want to marry me. I try to push that concern away.

  I’m a stubborn man who can be driven and relentless when I know what I want. If I do things right, Emily will accept my marriage proposal. I think she was probably just mad at the thoughtless way I went about it.

  What had I been thinking? But that bat-shit crazy ex of mine had been in my face, right in front of Emily.

  That brings me to her other concern, that I’m incapable of being faithful. Time seems to be the most likely way to get past that hurdle. But dammit, I don’t want to wait.

  She trusts me in the bedroom. Now she’ll have to learn to trust me outside of it.

  What I can’t figure out is how she could ever imagine that I’d want anyone else? Why would I want random, meaningless sex with strangers, when I have so much more with her?

  Emily is learning so much about herself, her body and her sexuality through me. But she’s not the only one learning and changing here. When it comes to love, trust and commitment, she’s my teacher. I’m as innocent and naive in those areas as she has been sexually.

  I’m a control freak that gets a sexual rush from inflicting pain. Having my subs accept pain excites me and it confirms my dominance. Up until now, I’ve kind of been a bastard; guarded and incapable of connecting outside of a BDS
M scene.

  I’ve never found it easy to trust.

  I trust her, though.

  She brings something out in me, a side of me that I didn’t even know was there. Emily thinks I’m a good person with loads of potential. I see myself differently through her loving eyes. I like what I see.

  Maybe Emily doesn’t see herself as I do? Maybe it’s some female, low self-esteem thing. Many women seem to get into that stupid, self-abusive self-talk bullshit. Is she just insecure? Is that why she’s afraid to marry me?

  I’ve never been with anyone as perfect for me, as Emily is. I resolve to make sure that I’m perfect for her, too.

  Chapter 22.

  “Chastity: The most unnatural of the sexual perversions.”

  – Aldous Huxley

  ~~~

  Emily’s light blue eyes are dark with arousal. Lying on the bed, with her hands still bound above her head, she watches me and waits patiently for what I’ll demand of her next. She’s ready and willing to do my bidding.

  Perfect. The woman is perfect.

  I’m the only man Em has ever climaxed with. I can’t get over her lack of sexual experience. She might as well have been a virgin. In a sense she almost was, until we got together.

  My little innocent. The thought is so exciting that my dick twitches. If I’d known, would I have treated her differently? But there’s no need. She’s a fucking natural.

  I’m training an innocent.

  I’m teaching her exactly what I like and how I like it. And when she’s good? Well, then I reward her with my cock. I could fuck her again right now, even though I’ve only just climaxed.

  I clear my throat. “You’re mine,” I say, surprising myself with how fierce I sound. “You’ll come for me, whenever I tell you to.” This brings a pink tinge to her cheeks. Is it arousal or embarrassment? “In fact, I think I’ll make you come now,” I growl gruffly. “What do you say?”

  She makes a sound between a snort and a laugh. “Er… yes please?”

  I chuckle at that. Dominating any woman is a massive high for me, but with Em there’s a different flavor to every scene. There’s that ever present element of fun.

  I work my way down her torso, caressing every wonderful contour, stroking each part of her body, until I’m standing at the end of the bed. She’s a feast for my eyes. It’s time for her release and I want to watch. “Spread your legs, knees up.”

  She does exactly as I tell her.

  “That’s right,” I say, entranced by the sight of her. “Perfect. Leave those legs wide apart.” I cup her swollen mound for a moment. “Who does this beautiful cunt belong to?”

  “You,” she gasps.

  “That’s right. And I can do whatever I want with my cunt, right?”

  “Yes, Paul.”

  I pull my hand away and for a long moment I simply stare at her. Arousal glistens across her sex and her sweet scent taunts and intoxicates me. Her mound and clit are plump, swollen and ready. Shit. I really want to fuck her.

  Then I remember: delayed gratification. Crap. Never mind, I also want to taste her. My mouth waters at the thought.

  I go to my knees and with a hand on each thigh, I lick her with the flat of my tongue, from near the puckered ring of her anus, right to the edge of her clit. Her folds swell further, spreading wide. They open for me like the petals of a flower.

  As expected, my girl cries out and can’t hold still with this wicked pleasure. That’s okay with me. I do it again. And again. Emily writhes and makes constant noise, low moans, whimpers and little gasps.

  “God, Paul!”

  Not good enough. I want to hear her beg.

  I repeat this action again. And again.

  Her clitoris is so red and swollen that it slips out of its clitoral hood. It’s super sensitive like this, so I simply blow hot breath over it. Emily’s whimper and shudder of pleasure thrills me. It’s such stirring music. I nibble and lick over her moist flesh with my tongue, circling around her entrance. I lap until I push my tongue into her.

  “Oh, God,” she moans and her hips thrust toward me. I continue teasing, until finally, gently, softly, I suck her swollen clit inside my mouth.

  She bucks like a horse in a rodeo. “Oh, shit, Paul. Please!”

  That’s better. “Please, what?”

  Sliding two fingers inside of her, I’m not surprised when her slick channel sucks me in, fluttering and spasming. Her clit juts out, begging to be touched.

  “Please don’t stop. Please, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me!” she chants. “I need you inside of me. I want your cock.”

  I smile. Now we’re getting somewhere.

  Her breathing rate increases; Em’s panting. Already, she’s close to climax. I see her on the bed before me, bound, legs spread wide, ready and eager to follow my every command.

  Life is good. Does it get any better than this?

  I decide to masturbate her with my fingers until she explodes. That way, I get to see the whole show. Having watched her play with herself, I already know exactly what to do.

  “You’re going to come for me,” I say in a harsh, hoarse voice. I gently finger her in and out, deep in her cunt. Her clitoris is wet from my saliva and her arousal. I circle, tease and move my fingers around inside of her, while my thumb caresses her clit.

  Emily’s sighs, whimpers and moans become louder. When I rub her G-spot, I feel a tremor move through her body.

  All she needs now, is a bit of verbal encouragement. “You look so fucking hot,” I say. “You’re wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”

  Emily keens and pants, making such delightful sounds. I continue to move my fingers in and out of her, circling her clit with my thumb. Emily’s head thrashes back and forth. She arches and pulls on her restraints.

  “Do you want my cock?”

  “Yes, fuck me please. Please,” she says, shameless with desire. Her breathing changes in that unique way of hers that signifies her impending release. The skin on her chest and cheeks flush even further, hot and red.

  “Come for me. Come now, Emily.” With a soft caress, I carefully stroke her throbbing clit.

  The woman erupts with my touch.

  Arching against her restraints, she lifts off of the bed, jackknifing in an explosion of movement. Her internal muscles clench hard, tightening on my fingers. In fact, her entire body becomes rigid, her limbs, diaphragm, stomach, buttocks and torso. Then, just like having a seizure, her small frame loosens and shakes.

  Emily’s lips part as she gasps my name. It’s as if the thought of me is the only thing that anchors her. Trembling and panting, her eyes squeeze shut while she endures this erotic assault.

  I usually make her look at me during climax, but this time I allow her this moment to surrender to her orgasm. I watch every moment of her release. Her dark glossy hair is askew, her cheeks and breasts flushed.

  Entranced, I stare between her legs. Emily’s sex is red and swollen. It visibly contracts, clenching hard and releasing repeatedly. Slick arousal drips out from inside of her with every pulse.

  I imagine my cum dripping from her, exactly the same way. Fuck. How hot is that?

  Stimulated beyond civility, she comes in front of me, completely without shame.

  Unconsciously, she tries to draw near me. Her fingers grasp uselessly in her bonds. Emily wants to touch me, to hold me, to bring me closer.

  To bring me inside of herself.

  My rabbit’s like a wild animal in heat. The sound of her calling my name lingers, echoing enticingly in my mind. She’s beyond control or reason, calling for her master, for me. Wanting the solace of my possession. My fingers remain inside of her, riding out her orgasm until her convulsions cease.

  Beautiful.

  You’d think I had the orgasm, I’m so fucking high.

  Dominant power fills me, because I know she belongs to me. What I do now is my choice and according to my whim. Shall I be merciful?

  The idea of inflicting pain, hearing her beg and whimp
er, and hurt is a complete rush. I’m the master of her body. I could keep this up all night. Using my hands and tongue, I could force another three or four orgasms out of her, keeping her climaxing again and again without rest. In the end, she’d be pleading for me to stop, or else she’d simply lose consciousness.

  Now that’s real pain, erotically combined with real pleasure.

  But it’s late at night and we both need to work in the morning. I’ll force orgasms on her later, keeping that sweet cunt of hers dripping and pulsing, until she begs me to stop.

  I lay next to her and soothe her through her aftershocks. When she finally opens her eyes, she appears stunned. She’s been bound, overwhelmed, consumed and possessed. Emily’s light blue eyes are sex-glazed with the afterglow of pleasure.

  She smiles at me and hasn’t forgotten her manners. “Thank you, Paul,” she murmurs.

  Like I said. Beautiful.

  Chapter 23.

  “Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man.”

  – Mignon McLaughlin

  ~~~

  EMILY

  Mmmmm. I feel absolutely fantastic.

  What is this man doing to me? I wonder, as I come down from another mind-blowingly powerful orgasm. I’m basking in afterglow. I’ve lost all of my inhibitions. There’s no stupid overthinking, no secret agendas, no hesitation, no bullshit and no regrets.

  This is as open and honest as it gets.

  I’m a slave to Paul’s every desire. All I can do is obey him. He makes me feel excruciating or glorious sensations. I surrender and take anything he chooses to give me.

  Everything is up to him.

  During sex I make no decisions. I have no willpower of my own, nor do I care. What he wants is all that matters. That’s what gets me off. With him, I soar to dizzying heights, with a freedom I never knew existed.

  Every problem I have disappears. My constant worry that Paul will never be faithful to me seems very far away. Right now, it doesn’t matter. Right now, he’s mine.

  This time I climaxed while he masturbated me with his fingers. I laid bound, my legs shamelessly spread wide apart, my sex open and exposed to him, while he closely watched.