(Warning : rough rough sex)
You bite your lip, staring back at him momentarily before you do as you were told; you turn on your heel, heading towards his bedroom. Once you're inside, you begin removing your clothes, stopping when you reached your bra and panties; you pause, thinking about what was about to happen, when Josh clears his throat from behind you, catching your attention.
"I said take off all of your clothes," he says, holding something behind his back. "I'd suggest you listen to me." You keep your eyes on Josh as you remove the remainder of your clothing, until you are naked in front of him. You begin to climb onto the bed, but Josh speaks. "On the floor," he says. You give him a quizzical look, but he crosses to you quickly, grabbing a handful of your hair, and yanking your head closer to his. "Tonight, you don't deserve to be fucked in the bed," he whispers, harshly. "You're getting fucked on the floor, like the stupid slut you've been acting like." Josh forces you onto the ground, and set on your knees, looking at him expectantly. "Face the bed," he says. "And grab the bedpost."
Once again, you do as Josh tells you, wrapping your fingers around the bedpost. You scoot your knees back, where your backside is sticking out towards Josh; you peer over your shoulder to keep an eye on him, watching him make his way towards you, kneeling beside you on the floor.
"Do you understand what you did tonight?" he asks, gripping your jaw and turning your head away from him.
"Yes," you reply.
"Tell me."
"I flirted with Tyler."
"That's right," he says. "And you know why that's bad?" You open your mouth, prepared to answer, but Josh's hand comes down hard on your backside, turning your words into a yelp. He leans in to press his lips to your ear before he speaks. "Because you're mine," he hisses, spanking you again. "And I'm gonna make sure you never forget that." He reaches out to your wrists, locking handcuffs down to shackle you to the bedpost.
"Josh, what the–?"
"You wanted it rough, baby, you're gonna get it rough." As you tug at the handcuffs, a black fabric slips over your eyes, obstructing your view; you realize he's blindfolding you as you feel it tie around the back of your head.
"Josh–"
"You're only allowed to call me 'master' from now on, do you understand me?"
Your sexual interactions with Josh were generally vanilla, 'making love' for the most part. With the exception of the recent encounters where he was rougher, grabbing onto you harder, slamming into you more forcefully. But this–the dirty talk and the toys–was new.
"I said," he begins, grasping your throat and yanking your head against his. "Do you understand me?"
"Y-yes, master," you stutter out.
"Good girl," he responds, releasing his grip on your throat. You listen to him moving away from you, and hear him fumbling with something across the room; you don't dare speak, you just wait to see what he's going to do next. "So, I think you need to be punished," he says, as he walks near you again. "When Tyler kissed you...did you like it?"
"It was just a kiss on the cheek, it didn't–"
"Is that what I asked you?" he interrupts. "Because I'm certain I asked you if you liked it. And tell me the truth." You let out a stuttered breath before answering.
"A little," you respond. You hear him inhale sharply, and let it out slowly.
"Why? Do you like his mouth better than mine?"
"No," you reply. "No, master, I don't."
"I'll bet he can't get you off by just sucking on your clit," Josh says. "I'll bet...he has no idea how to pleasure you like I can. Do you think?"
"No, master," you say. "No one know how to get me off like you can."
"That's good," he says. "That's what I want to hear." You listen as he slips around behind you, kneeling between your spread legs.
"So," he begins, setting his hands on your hips. "If I'm gonna fuck you like you need to be fucked, you're gonna have to get me hard. Why don't you grind your ass up against me? Get my cock ready to fuck some sense into you."
"Yes, master," you say, as Josh presses his hips against you.
"Let me hear you beg," he instructs. "Use that slutty little mouth for something good for once." You slowly start to grind your backside against him, loving the feeling of his jeans rubbing against your bare skin. "Start talking," he commands, slapping you hard on the backside, and making you let out a gasp.
