For Your's

Part A3

Releasing the last two ribbons that held him captive, I let him prepare himself for our next workout while I quietly slipped into the bathroom to clean up a little bit. Turning on the shower I briefly stepped in and rinsed off the sticky substances from my skin. Already feeling a growing throb between my legs I gingerly stepped out and turned the water off. Taking a towel to my hair I rubbed out most of the water and pulled it into a hair tie. Looking at myself in the mirror I noticed the few places where he had left his possessive marks and smiled at the thought that there would be more soon.

Returning to the bedroom I found him patiently waiting by the door. Ready to fully dominate me now that he was free of his bondage. Before we resumed though I did take the time to put on a bra and the panties to match. Knowing that he would be able to see them this time, I selected a red and white striped lace push up bra alongside crotchless panties that were black with red and white stripes on them. I never did understand his obsession with such gothic colours but it did make shopping simpler.

I turned around to find him gawking at me like a schoolboy. I walked over to where he stood and kissed him chastely on the nose. Breaking him out of the spell. He immediately grabbed my waist and pushed me roughly against the wall. No space separating us. His head pressed against the bottom of my stomach as he shifted. Causing me to moan. He dipped his face so that I could hear him. "It's my turn to be rough honey" his voice growling, passionate and demanding.

I took a sharp breath as he fiercely groped my ass and then began rubbing his palm against it right above where it connects to my leg. His other hand was behind my neck pulling my lips towards his. We devoured each other. His hand still roaming the landscape of my thighs and ass, I used both of my hands to tug and pull at his hair. His tongue dipped into my mouth and began rubbing mine. Between each exploration he would pause, either to bite my bottom lip or to leave another hickey on my neck. He pulled me up, lifting my feet off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist, making sure that his full length was rubbing against me. He groaned, and I began biting at his neck, the taste of his sweat on my tongue. He pulled me away for a moment but only to center himself at my core and then pushing into me. I was dripping, and he could feel it and with each breath he took he rammed me against the wall. I reached up and grabbed the belt around his neck and pulled each time he reached a spot that was particularly sensitive. Our ecstatic cries and moans seemed to harmonize. "Oh baby you're so goddamn tight!" It was enough to make me feel that all too familiar tightening in my stomach.

Not that he needed any encouragement from me, but I began to grunt deeply with each driving thrust and revolved my hips. I felt him finish, and I followed only seconds behind. I'm not sure how long we stood against the wall with him still inside of me. But when he finally released me from his hold and pulled out, he said, "Wanna get wet?" and walked away towards the bathroom.

I soon followed and found him standing in a walk in shower. I walked over and went to unclasp my bra but was stopped "Leave it on." So I did and stepped into the shower to join him. I was immediately assaulted by his hungry mouth, kissing me until I was breathless and still not stopping. He grabbed a bar of soap and began rubbing it all over me. The steamy water pelted our bodies, soaking my lingerie and hiding the wetness that was already running down the inside of my thighs. The bubbling soap made everything slick to the touch. Forcefully slamming me down onto all fours, he turned me so that I was facing away from him. Only seconds later I felt a sharp pain on the curve of my ass, as he slapped me. He knew that I took pleasure in the pain. Taking hold of my hair he pulled my head back, and slapped me again, harder. I tried to rub my clit, needing to feel myself, but he wouldn't allow it. He gripped my wrists in his hand and moved them behind my back, pressing my face against the tiled floor. My hair sticking to my body, water running down my back and my hands held prisoner by his, I couldn't help but writhe at his every movement, trying to gain pleasure from rubbing myself on him, or anything else he would let me reach. Hearing him laugh at my desperation enraged me. He was torturing me and enjoying the show. Realizing the futility of my attempts to resist him, I stopped struggling and took a deep breath, letting my shaking body slow to a still. Feeling me give in to him, he sighed and without warning slammed two of his fingers into me as far as they would reach. The immediate presence inside of me made me clench and scream from the pain of desire. I didn't want his fingers, I wanted his swelling cock in me. But knowing that if I asked he would stop entirely, I took what he gave, grinding myself on his hand making him growl lowly with lust. He withdrew his fingers from me and licked them off. Still lying with my face to the floor I waited for him to touch me again. But it didn't come. Instead he grasped my waist, released my wrists, and pulled me up to stand in front of him as he admired the red marks from where he had scolded me. He walked up behind me and pressed himself against me, I could feel him. Hard and throbbing as he grew, rubbing against my bare glistening lower back. Dragging me backwards he leaned himself against the wall and lowered his hips so that they were slightly below my own.

Seeing that I was still wearing the lingerie from earlier he took no time in removing it. The panties were first as he tore them off of me, giving no regard to the fact that I had planned on wearing them again. Reaching to my chest he unclasped the hook on the front of my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He slowly ran his hands down my curves and over my stomach until his fingers were brushing against my pulsing clit. He slowly entered me from behind as he used his talented fingers to trace circles on my sensitive skin with his left hand and teased my hard nipples with his right, making me arch my back to push him further into me. Trembling more and more with each agonizingly slow fuck, I was drawn to the edge of orgasm. But he didn't let me feel it. He stopped before I could feel the sweet euphoria of the climax I had been slowly drawn to. I groaned, "Babe, just one more time. Please...." but he denied it and instead stood up fully, pushed me away, and walked over to the shower head. He continued as if he were taking a shower alone, washing his hair and scrubbing his body. I could only sit and gape at him in shock. He left me sitting in the corner, on the brink of completion, visibly shaking from my need but unable to do anything for myself. Unable to move or speak. I was as helpless as he could possibly want me, and yet he didn't. He had not finished either, I could see his erection from where I was, he felt the desire still. But what stopped him? Why did he just leave me?

He finished washing himself and somehow managed to calm himself down. He didn't want me anymore. He was done with me. I was boring. I wasn't enough. And then, he turned his back and walked away.