City Of Need

6 🖤 Bound

We move together, me straddling you, on the bed. You underneath me. My arms behind me, as you slowly wrap my wrists in leather. Binding your spells to me, as you grind against my hips, our bodies one, feelings so deep. We kiss, long, and slow, stopping time.

Our sweat mixes with our need, coating us in the scent of us, as you dictate our pace. The chemistry of us building incrementally, so slowly that I can hardly bear it.

You keep the pace slow, holding my hips with your hands, your grip firm. Your teeth clamped on my shoulder, as you hold me where you want me, in the space, and time, that you decide on. Even as a beg for more.

Your fingers slide under my collar, one by one, as my oxygen thins, my neck pulses, echoing my pussy. My whole body pulsing with greed, and need, and you.

We are melded together into one complete sin, spinning inside a cosmos of pain, and beauty, and eventually ruin. We float here, an echo, everything made of the black stars that are clouding my vision.

My back makes the perfect arc of a shooting star, never permitted to fade. I close my eyes, sink further into your sin, feeling the noose of my collar hanging me on a prayer, and a plea, as I beg, 'Please...'

You keep me suspended in the cosmos of us, as you slow, and say, 'Little Doll, stay with me, I've got you, you're doing so well for Daddy. I'm so, so proud of you.'

I gasp, as my nipple disappears inside your mouth and my honey floods your lap.

'That's it, Good Girl. You're such a good girl for Daddy.'

We move as one universe, waiting for the heat death to kill us both. I am desperate for that release, for the explosion, that will connect us and sever us, in one all consuming burst.

'Please, Daddy,' I moan down at you, using all my ways, to try and get my own way. 'Please, Daddy, please let me.'

You grind a little harder, a little faster, but not enough for release, as you say, 'No.'

I fight the explosion, grasp the edges of the cosmos, to keep it from shattering apart, but it just pulls me closer.

'Please,' I whimper. 'Please...I'll do anything...Please, Daddy.'

I struggle to ride the very edge of my edges, as your finger slides over my ass, circling my rose, and finally you say, 'One...Two...Three...Now.'

With your permission starlight chases through my veins, lighting up my mind. My hips, like triggers, move of their own accord, and I am floating above us, through the ceiling, up into the Vanta-black of our night, scattered with shattered splinters of ancient light, that have travelled millions of years to light up the sky, for only us.

You pull me back from orbit by my ponytail, as the tip of your finger opens up my ass, pressing inside.

'I'm going to come again,' I gasp, as you slide two fingers inside my ass, your cock still hard, still riding me through one orgasm, the next one pulling closer.

'Wait,' you command. 'Not yet, Little Doll.'

I fight a little harder for the explosion of us by lifting my hips, leaning back on my arms, and stroking that soft part of you, the part that no one else knows, the part I've mapped with my hands, that makes you lose all determination to keep me in my place. I stroke you there. Lovingly, slowly, pulling the power of the game over to my side, to win the battle of who pleases whom. I feel it working, the pace now being set by me. I will be the one to build it.

You reach for my hands, stilling them, and groan, 'I know what you're doing, my stupid little fuck doll, and you do not have permission.' You still my hands, placing them each side of your cock. 'Do you understand?'

My blush paints my neck and my cheeks in shades of rose, as my honey drips around your cock. 'Yes, Sir.' I look up through my lashes, using everything in my arsenal, and say softly, 'Fucking please, Daddy.' Trying anything to get the advantage, knowing what the husk of my soft voice does to you.

'Roxy, no.' There's a warning in your voice and I bite my lip.

Moving my eyes from your eyes, to your lips, back to your eyes, wiping my tongue along my lips as I do. Catching the flare in your eyes, the want, the need, the naked desire, as you drink me in. Sitting astride you, naked, but for my collar, arms bound tightly behind my back, the perfect submissive.

I've almost got you, but I just can't help but press my toe at the hornet's nest. I blow my hair out of my face, and roll my eyes.

'Roxy,' I'm warning you...'

But what you haven't realized, is that while I've been putting on a show for you, catching you in my honey gaze, I've been grinding harder onto your cock, my clit swelling, and now, as your eyes darken, and your jaw ticks, my body goes rigid and I cum.

'Roxy! No!'

But it's too late. I'm coming, hard, screaming in your face, fire in my eyes, gripping you inside my walls, dictating the pace of us.

You push down on my shoulders, and I scream as you impale me. It's too much, too many sensations, all the everything. I try and rise up off you, try and get away, break the rhythm, but there is no breaking you. There is never any breaking you. Only me. I am the one that gets broken, and you are the one that breaks me, as I scream. Every time. I scream for you, because that is how we are made.

You slap my ass, rise up from the bed, and with my legs still straddling you, you tip forwards. The only thing that stops me falling off the bed is your hands holding my still bound arms, and your cock, pining me to the canvas of the bed.

My arms are trapped underneath me, my head is over the side of the bed, the world has tilted upside down. I struggle to lift my head, and watch you slide your cock back out of my pussy. You take your time, playing with me. A cat, with a mouse, in a trap, and the trap is you, and sometimes me. Because who else can I blame for putting myself in this position, but me?

Your cock is coated in my cum, and it throbs as it leaves my body. I am now so sensitive that any form of touch there sends shockwaves through my body.

I drop my head back down, my neck aching. But when I feel you shift and kneel between my knees, I lift my head again.

Your palm is open...Poised...

'No...no please...I've been good...a...a...good girl.'

You ignore my plight, and say, 'Open your legs wider.'

Fuck, the mood is so dark, all the shattered light of the midnight sky has fallen, and the only glint in the room comes from your eyes. How can you be this calm, even as you breath hard after what we just did?

'I didn't ask for permission,' I say flatly. Oh god. I've pushed too far. Your hand hovers above me, a snake, about to strike. I whimper...my shaking legs remain spread wide open.

'Please, Daddy...I'll do anything...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to.....' I know this is a fight I cannot win, but as you raise your hand higher, still I try. 'Please no...fuck my mouth...Daddy...use my mouth...please...I'll be your slut, your whore...your toy.'

Your hand moves lightning fast, and I scream, but it clamps down on my thigh, not my pussy. You lean down, blow hot air, over my hot swollen clit, and my whole body reverberates as I scream again.

Your tongue takes a long lick through the folds of me, then you lift my head and kiss me. I taste myself inside your soul...

'Thank you, Daddy,' I whisper.

You cock your head, 'For what, Roxy?'

'For not punishing me.' I laugh in relief. 'I really thought you were going to go to town on me.'

'Oh, Little Doll. Of course, I'm not going to go to town on you,' you smile softly and I mirror it. 'I'm going to punish you to the fucking moon and back...'