All the Young Punks (New Boots and Contracts)

Handcuffs

//This part is sexual and kinda graphic(?) even so you've been warned!//

"Joe stop!" I demand.
He drops me on the bed and gets on top of me, his hands holding mine back.
"Stop what?" he kisses my collarbones, "stop getting jealous?" he asks between kisses.
He then holds me down by the neck as if about to choke me, but in a way that allows me to still breathe,
"Did you like kissing him?" he whispers looking into my eyes.
I nod, he tightens his grip, "you've been bad to your daddy, angel."
He places his thumb over my lower lip, then slips it into my mouth, my heart rate quickens, I suck on it gently.
He runs his other hand down and up my dress into my underwear.
"Did he touch you?" he whispers into my lips,
I nod, my eyes closed, my mouth reaching for oxygen.
He fiddles his soft finger down where he knows it makes me weakest, my feet stretch out and my hands grasp the sheets, I let out a small sigh of both pleasure and distress.
"But he don't know you like daddy, does he?"
"No" I let out softly as he licks my lips.
"Why did you like it then?"
"I just did."
He lets my neck and loin go only to grab both of my hands and pull them back against the rails of the bed. He then pulls out a pair of handcuffs I had no knowledge of, and cuffed me to the bed.
"Joe, what the fuck?!"
He grins at me malevolently and although it pisses me off that he thinks he can control me in this way, it really entices me. His rough voice combined with his scornful tone make my mouth salivate, I anticipate excitedly what he'll do next.

He grabs scissors from a cupboard which makes my heart stop for a second, he holds them down to my legs, I can feel the coldness on my thigh. He then begins to cut my dress open from the bottom up, he rips it off. He does the same with my bra and then he pulls down what's left. I'm wearing only the handcuffs.

He takes a napkin and wipes the lipstick off my lips. He does it so sensually It causes me to lift my chest off the bed as air escapes my lungs. He tosses the napkin and kisses me mouth-open, putting his tongue in and out my lips.
Then came a trail of licks and kisses down my neck to my chest, and then
"OUCH!" I yell as I feel his teeth biting down on one of my breasts. He laughs.

He sits up, his legs open over my hips and begins to undo his belt and pants.

He thrust into me so roughly and swiftly that it hurts, and I know he does it with that intention.
What he doesn't know is that It gives me uttermost pleasure as well.
I loved the way he gripped my back, burying his nails into it as sweat dripped from his face onto mine, and the way he would lean down and bite my neck and shoulders. And how heavily he was breathing from doing all the work himself, how he licked his lips with his eyes closed, and how his soaked curls swayed back and froth with his rhythm.

It was the longest he ever stayed in, I reached the climax of my sexual enticement, a tear left my eye, I felt my blood pressure rising, my senses intensified. His did as well, at last, he let out a grunt of pleasure and before he could slip out he ejaculated inside of me.

Exhausted he let my arms free, rested his head on my chest and crashed naked on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him. He's insane, doing this out of jealousy. I sigh.
"I love you" I whisper and fall asleep, starry eyed.