Short Stories

5.) Friends With BDSM

5.)  Friends With BDSM

(Niccolo's Point of View...)

I gasp as I fall back onto the bed and he chuckles. "Put your hands above your head, Niccolo..."

I move my hands above my head, biting into my lip. The familiar cold metal is wrapped around each of my wrists and I gulp, knowing what's coming.

"D... Damian..." I sigh when I feel his cold hand run down my chest, teasing me.

"Spread your legs."

I move my legs apart, gulping when I feel the cold metal around my ankles. He must be more stressed out today; he's going to be rough... not that I mind. The more the better. It's the effect of it that upsets me...

The bed dips where he climbs over me and I would try to see what he's doing to me—except for the fact that he was in a rush to do this and he decided to just out of the blue blindfold me with his tie.

"I don't want you to make a sound, alright?" He whispers and I gulp. He really is in a bad mood; he obviously wants to give some punishment and inflict some pain.

"Okay, Damian—"

"What did I just say, Niccolo?" He asks dangerously and I hang my head down, feeling my breathing hitch.

What sucks more is the fact that we haven't done this in a while... That makes things much harder than they should be and I'm slightly worried. I have classes tomorrow... if he's rougher with me than he is normally then I won't even be able to sit down...

My body jerks when his cold fingers roughly pinch my hard nipples and I turn my head to the side, biting my arm to keep silent. I can't imagine what he'd do to me when he's in a mood like this... but it kinda excites me.

His fingers tease the bead and I feel his breathing on my other nipple, giving me a warning before his hot, wet tongue flicks at it, making me squirm as I try to hold back my moans and gasps.

Sometimes I wish we weren't just fvck-buddies... I wish he saw me as something more. I wish he would trust me and like me and maybe not just my body. I didn't think I could ever say these things to him because it doesn't seem like he wants to ever settle down, but I can't wait any longer than tonight... He probably doesn't see me seriously, I mean, hell... We're best friends, yet every time we see each other... we're always fvcking. So what are we exactly? Friends with benefits?

His other hand sneaks down my chest, slyly groping me through the thin material of my briefs and making me throw my head back, grimacing. Why won't he let me make a sound? He knows what effect he has on me and he does it on purpose, the freaking sadist.

His grip is tight as he squeezes me, making my resistance melt with each passing second. I won't make a sound... I won't...

When his fingers roll over my tip, a gasp nearly escapes yet I manage to keep it silent.

I bet this jerk is smirking and deviously planning on doing more stuff until I can't take it anymore. How did we even start all of this? On that day when we first did things, we were only watching porn together and then all of a sudden, he tied me down to the bed and tortured me all night. It was hot as hell, but damn. I couldn't walk without a limp for a few days from how rough he was. But he enjoyed that part too, he enjoyed seeing how much affected me.

Things with us became more frequent after that and we only tried more things. When we had first started it was only small spankings and rough fvcking. Now? He's got metal shackles on his bed, a room full of toys, whips, paddles, clamps, practically everything. Plus he still has rough fvcking—even rougher than before. We drew the line at blood; we said that if either of us passed blood then the whole thing would just be over.