little rabbit (An Undisclosed Desires Short ~2)

little rabbit:

an Undisclosed Desires short

Copyright 2015 by Chevoque

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You were never mine and I didn’t mind it being that way. I only wanted You in the dark and the pain, where You helped me live out my fantasies. People call the things we do taboo, but I knew that I needed it and You were all too happy to take part.

You were the man everyone knew was calm, collected and in control. But they don’t know that, when You come to my house, You became the real You. You, who the rest saw as the kind neighbour, You were really the person who became the Master of my twisted world.

You were the man who made me sit on my heels, waiting for You in the foyer of my house in nothing more than the black leather pumps You had bought me. You were the man who tied me up, and tied me down, on numerous surfaces throughout my house. You were the man who made me cum so hard that I had to change my curtains, after my first experience with female ejaculation. You were the man who had me in every way and made me beg to cum when You left me hanging near release.

I was Your submissive, for lack of a better term, as You used me in the best ways. I was Your little whore. I was Your plaything. I was Yours. Still, I didn’t mind, because I needed it, I craved it like a potent drug, I needed to feel the release, because You helped me forget.

I, the little rabbit, who lived a few doors down from where Your knowing wife and sweet children were sleeping soundly. I was the girl who needed to be set on the right path. I was the girl who had lost my family and had nearly taken my own life, before You found me. I was the broken one and I was fixed by Your stern, commanding guidance, as You used discipline and sex to teach me how to live.

the real tail

Today isn’t any different. I sit on the dining room table, as per Your request, in only my heels. Your tie is halfway undone when I see You walk in. I am wet and ready for You, as You step closer.

“Eyes,” You warn and I look down, down at my pussy, dripping for You. You are quiet and I only see Your tie being laid down next to me on the table. “Are you wet?” You ask with that great impassiveness that barely hints at arousal, while making me gush with each word being uttered.

“Yes, Master. I’m always ready for You.” I speak as excitement of what You want to do to me plays out a million scenarios in my head, because today You wanted no script. I watch You walk closer, to stand in front of me.

“I don’t see any of your juices on the table? Why isn’t there at least a small pool? Am I not what you want anymore, little rabbit?” You grab onto my hair and forcefully pull my head up to look You in the eyes. Beautiful eyes that shows little remorse when we are alone and it is proven when Your hand slaps down on my cheek, making me catch my breath.

“You are always, Master. I’ll fix it, I promise.” Your eyes look at my heaving chest, flushed with anticipation, while my mind scrambles to search for a way to show You how much I want You. How much I always need You.

I move my hand to touch myself, “No,” You harshly warn by ripping my hand away, as the other keeps my head in Your grip, keeping me immobile. You state Your command more clearly, “Tell me how wet I make you. Tell me how much your cunt needs me. Beg to me to give you pleasure, even though you are not as I had expected you.”

I had never been good with words, and to explain to You why I need You and no one else is impossible. “Master, I always want You and my pussy is always wet for You.” Your eyes penetrate me like piercing arrows, as You watch every movement my mouth makes. I hope You are doing this; imagining my mouth wrapped around Your beautiful cock, as You fuck it. “Please, feel my wetness, Master. Feel my need.” You stay quiet, take a little gander between the juncture of my thighs and then look back at my eyes, waiting for me to speak. Waiting for me to convince You, as You tilt my head even more. “I want Your cock in my mouth, thrusting until You cum. I want my mascara to leave trails as Your cock gags me. I want Your cum dripping from every orifice of my body, showing that I am Yours. Master, I need to please Your cock. I swear I always want You,” pride fills me.

You barely look excited by my words, “Continue,” You command, not sounding overly impressed.

I swallow, trying to keep my arousal at bay, “I want You to feel as I clench my cunt, each time I speak, think or feel Your cock near me, Master.” Your free hand bolts forward and two fingers pinch my clit, making me squeal. You stay quiet, but Your eyes warn me not to take pleasure and I continue to speak through gritted teeth, as the pleasure boils in my veins. “Master, I only want Your cock...” - I clench - “...inside me.” Your fingers softly slide to my opening, allowing me a small reward, by teasing my soaked lips. “Master, I need Your cock,” I clench and You don’t seem very pleased, “thrusting past my folds. Fucking me. Please, Master, please.” My pleas seem useless, as Your fingers slip away and You rub them clean on my chest. Still...You stay quiet, “Master, I’ll be whatever You need me to be. I am Yours.” Your eyes glisten at my confession and a cunning grin leisurely crawls onto Your lips.

You jerk my knees farther apart, so much that I feel the cool mahogany wood closer to my pussy, tempting me to grind down on it. To disobey You and receive a punishment, so I might feel Your cum in me, even on me, would be wonderful. I know I have to resist and as You take a seat on the chair just in front of me, You are at eye-level with my drenched sex, burning with desire. You leisurely sit forward, place two fingers firmly on both sides of my clit, and softly pinch.

A moan escapes me. Your eyes only take a spilt-second to glare at me, before Your tie is stuffed into my mouth. You stay quiet, as the sandalwood scent of Your cologne draws my sense of smell into disarray and I swear I could taste it in subtle tones on my tongue. I feel the pattern of the material cause a strange sensation in my mouth, but I focus on the detail, as I fight not to moan.

“Good, little rabbits don’t make sounds as often as you do. I’ll tell you when I want to hear how much you want me. For now, I still want to see your cum streaming from your cunt just by my delicate touch and your fucked up little mind’s need for me.” Your words might seem cruel to others, but to me, they mean everything. My mind is fixed and the only fucked up things left inside me, are the things I can only share with You.

Your touch is unbearable, soft flicks and light pinches. I want to beg for Your touch to give me more, for it to push me over the pleasure that You are building up. Your hand draws away and reaches into Your pocket. What You reveal is something I had cheekily sent You a website link for, so that You might buy it for us.

A silver, tweezer-style, adjustable clit clamp with a dinky bell and silicone tips is held on the open palm of Your hand, as You coolly present it to me. I swallow my anticipation; nearly choking as Your tie still strains my breathing.

“You look a little too happy about this, little rabbit,” Your eyes are harsh as I steal a glance at them, but I see no warning, as I shake my head, trying my best to ignore the fact that I can feel my arousal touch my inner thighs. I look at the delectable gift in Your palm and my sex clenches, as You sit closer to attach the teasing toy. “Spread your lips,” I part my folds on Your command and as I touch myself, my neediness grows.

You slide the ring down so the thongs open to the extreme. Your fingers pinch my clit, exciting it, so it swells even more. My breathing becomes erratic and the faintest sign of a smile plays on Your lips, as You see my sex clench once more in anticipation.

Awaiting You to clamp it down, You first push the ends together and push the tips into my soaked opening. I groan as it leaves only the slightest sensation, before You bring it up and place the thongs on both sides of my clit and begin sliding the ring up, to tighten it. It is first a soft pinch then a bit tighter, until it feels like I might jump out of my skin, as the clamp leaves me on the border of pleasure and pain - not that the pain is unbearable.

You sit back, looking at Your creation, “Mhmm, it looks...” - Your eyes come to mine, as a shudder ripples through me - “...okay.” I feel odd for a moment. Your hands come to rest on my thighs and you pull them together. The moment my lower body rises a little higher, the bell softly jingles. “Now, isn’t that just swell,” You cock Your head to the side and look at the bell that I feel slightly swinging and the weight of the bell feels indescribable compared to the plain clamps we had.

Suddenly, You are on Your feet and a quick pull on my hair indicates that I should follow. I lean forward and get onto my knees. The bell cheers on and my pussy clenches with several tugs, as the little contraption moves. You guide me to the end of the table - where there seems to be more light - then we stop as I stand on all fours.

You remove Your tie from my mouth and I take a breath as if it is one of new life. My eyes search for Yours, but I only find warning, before I let them fall back to where Your waistline now is. Only a few centimetres from my depraved mouth, Your cock is still concealed in its cage and the little chime at my pussy settles.

You work, torturously slow, at undoing Your belt. When it slips through all the belt loops, You bring it to my hands, tying them together and I need to fight for balance to stay upright in the quite uncomfortable position. The leather digs into my skin, where the edges of the belt hug my wrists too tightly.

“Now you can’t use your hands when I fuck your mouth,” You tell me, as if I’m too slow to realise Your plan. “Lean forward, I want to see your tail, little rabbit,” You command and my upper body moves lower, while I keep my ass up high. You tug on my fluffy white rabbit tail, in the form of a butt plug, which I only wear around You or when You commanded I do so when going to places where I had to be reminded that I was Yours - like going out with friend to clubs; the naughty little thing was a must.

I moan at the potent pleasure of the slight stimulation caused by the manner in which You twist the plug and I feel my pussy drenching my lips and likely the clamp hugging my throbbing clit. The weight of the bell pulls a little and it plays a soft song from the movement my lower body makes. I look at Your other hand undoing Your pants, but my body wants You, needs You, so I lean toward the bulge. I let my tongue crawl over the material. You hiss and leave the plaything in my behind be, as a firm hand slaps down on the globe of my ass.

My yelp is cut sort, as You suddenly push me down on the table, “Flat on your stomach, pet.” Laying down on the cool surface, my nipples achingly pucker and I watch You walk to my side. A chair shifts, as the clamp digs into my folds, heightening the tightness around my clit, “Spread,” I let my legs follow the command.

Your hand immediately touches me where I’ve wanted You to. I feel several fingers push deep into my soaked little cunt and You pump them in-and-out, with a pace that pushes me close enough to orgasm that my heaving makes even my chest ache. I feel the pulses as my pussy clenches around Your fingers and I taste the release teasing in my core, but Your fingers slip out of me a second before I can cum. Your hand comes down hard on my still slightly burning ass, but it is still not enough to push me over the last few inches.

“Has a little rabbit learned her lesson?” I hear the aroused strain to Your tone as I try catching my breath. Your hand comes down on my other cheek; once, twice.

I clench, “Yes, Master!” I cry out.

“Get back up,” You walk back to Your previous position. A grab of my hair, a rough pull and a chime at my snatch from my bell, forces me to face You, “For a reward that your little cunt is so soaking wet, you may suck my cock.” I let out a little breath of anticipation. Your hand, still wet of my juices, meets my cheek, “Thank me properly, little rabbit!”

My pussy clenches in violent approval, “Thank You, Master. I will do my best in giving You the pleasure-”

“Not like that,” Your eyes burn with desire and I watch Your cock being freed. I barely get to catch my breath at the beautiful sight when Your hand pulls me closer. My mouth takes You, all of You, in one precious moment and I pull back to wet Your phallus. You draw my mouth back onto You; Your hands on both sides of my face.

It is slow, allowing me to properly wet the member my cunt wants more than ever. A hand reaches for my nipple and when You pinch, my pussy clenches, my eyes close and I moan with You pushing into my throat, while Your keep me there. The harder You pinch, the more my body responds, as my breath slowly lessens and the strain to my lungs become frightening.

But I trust You and I know Your familiarity with my body and its limits will allow You to keep the position for a long as possible. My eyes flutter open and I find Your eyes. Immediately, You pull back and I understand what Your warning was for pushing my limits.

After I get a momentary break for breath, You push back into my mouth a little more forcefully and we keep eye contact. I feel my eyes water, as I reach the limitation of holding my breath. Your hand, which was teasing my nipples, comes to my throat and it seems as if You stroke Yourself, as Your hips start a slow pace.

I take the tiniest of breaths each time Your retreat allows it, and the silky feel of Your cock stroking past my lips, over my tongue and penetrating my throat, makes my breathing grow evermore erratic. By this time, Your pace has tripled and by the awkward position that my hands are restricted with, I need to keep my focus on not falling to the side.

The twitch I feel gives the indication that You are close and the salty aftertaste at the back of my tongue makes me growl a little in pleasure. Knowing I can give You something in return for what You give me, makes me want to stand on all fours, day in and day out, having You claim me each hour.

With a great pulsation, Your juices burst into my mouth and invades my throat, as You thrust a few more times and hold still, so I’d swallow Your essence. Your hips softly pump, until the last of You is released.

You step back, and the release of You from my mouth makes me mewl, “Don’t worry, little rabbit, I’m not done with you.” If I’d been some animal that wiggled its ass in joy, I would’ve likely done so to show my pleasure at Your statement. But instead; I turn as You motion to me, the clit clamp’s tiny bell chimes and I think of it as my way to show appreciation, while my tail sits snug. “Mhmm...” You hum, “You are glistening with the sap that is escaping you.”

I clench and Your throaty laugh rumbles behind me, while I wait, patiently for what You are to do to me next. For a long moment, I expect You to spank me, push Your fingers in me, or even Your cock, as I hope for the most unlikely. So I wait.

I look over my shoulder and there You sit, wordlessly looking at me, busy on Your phone. I want to ask what the fuck are You doing? Why are You on Your phone? What is happening? And then, You hold the phone out and take a photo. I clench again and see You smile, taking another.

My logic and fear steps in, “Are you at least going to delete those?”

You look up at me, complete disbelief in Your eyes, “Who’s are you?”

I feel like there’s a catch, “Uhm...Yours, of course.”

“Then isn’t it fair that I have a photo of what’s mine?” I just look in front of me again, not liking that You have the photos, but find something about it quite liberating. “Little rabbit,” Your tone is filled with displeasure and I hear You move closer, “What’s wrong?” I bite my lip, as Your hand slides from my thigh, over my ass, Your fingers softly stroking through my cleft and up to my shoulder. The moment Your hand reaches my neck, You grab it and push me down on the table. I manage to keep my hips high, “Don’t you trust me?”

My cheek turns warm as it presses against the table and I see Your cock giving a tiny throb when my eyes fall on it, “I do, Master, but...”

You immediately press harder, “Then don’t worry. Clear your mind, we are going to the room.” You pull hard on my neck, the bell chimes, making my clit throb, as I move to the end of the table. Once I’m on my feet, You start to push me down, and warning fills Your eyes, “Pets don’t walk on hind legs, now get down.” When I’m on my knees, I find it hard to move with my hands still tied, as You walk away. You turn around when I don’t follow and You see my concern.

Wordlessly, You come toward me, crouch down and start undoing my hands. The release is a nice change, because the edges of the belt had dug into my wrists, leaving the tiniest of reminders, which I’ll have until at least next week. Undone, You bring the belt to my neck, You push the strap through the buckle and pull it tight so it works like a collar. You slyly smile and find Your feet, leading me with the strap in Your grip, while I follow on all fours. In my bedroom, You let go of the end of the belt, allowing me a proper breath, as it was quite tight from my slow movement.

At first glance, no one would ever be able to tell that the foot rest at the armchair was actually a flogging horse, perfectly disguised with the blanket over it. Or that the large mirror was a cupboard; hiding all our toys. That the four poster bed was designed with purpose; to hide beneath it, an assortment of apparatus with utterly sinful purpose. Nor that the decorative hooks in the ceiling, quickly became useful for our sex swing, kinbaku play or even just a simple manners of restraint.

You walk to the flogging horse, remove the crochet blanket which covers it and push it in front of the large mirror door. “Get in position, little rabbit,” the prowess Your voice carries makes my clit throb and my pussy clench in unison. The bell chimes in approval, “I’m glad my little rabbit approves. Now get on.”

With zeal I get into position, wrapping my body around the low flogging horse, which mostly allowed us to fuck like animals - when You allowed for it. A moment of forgetfulness causes the little clamp to bite into my clit. I groan, which only makes You smirk.

In the closet, You grab a few ropes and make quick work of tying me to the horse. Your fingers graze over my pussy lips and I feel the slick juices over my skin, where Your touch lingers. I wish You would lean forward and push a stiffened tongue into me. The idea of Your mouth; licking, sucking, fucking my throbbing and needy little snatch, makes me moan.

You either miss it or ignore my action and it passes unpunished. You go to the bed, lift the panel at one side and I hear things move around, but I can’t see behind me. The thought of all the things inside it and what You would possibly do to me, makes me grind my hips into the horse. The clit clamp digging into my flesh goes ignored, as my need to fuck something consumes me.

As You work at retrieving the apparatus for play, I look at the open closet with all the smaller items. Vibrators, beads, plugs, clamps, shockers, whips, canes, floggers and lube in more than enough quantity, we’d survive an apocalypse.

You walk over and place Your pick behind me. The spillage of my arousal coats the horse, as my excited clench releases it. The fuck machine...two thick, long dildos whip a little on the ends, where two steel rods disappear in the red machine.

My monster fucker...I sigh in excitement.

You bend over and remove the upper rod to my complete dismay, “Only I will have your ass this evening.” Placing the extra appendage on the bed, I don’t feel completely disappointed, because Your words were a promise that I’d have You later in the one hole that has been prepared for You since the early evening.

You bring the machine closer. I hum as the dildo wiggles through my pussy lips, teasing me. You play it up and down my soaked folds, bring it closer, and slower than time, You let it slide deep within me.

My hips roll and Your palm slaps onto my ass, “Did I give permission, little rabbit?”

“No, Master, I apologise, but my pussy is aching for some release.” It comes out as a near whine and You ignore it, but the machine moves. My pussy clamps down hard on the slow pump and I mewl in delight. I hold onto my ties as the speed picks up a fraction.

You stand a few feet away with the remote and I watch as You look down at me. “Move your hips closer, I want to hear your pussy sing.” I do and the confusion leaves me quite quickly, when I hear how the little bell truly sings with the thrusts of the fuck machine. The little weight of the clamp on my clit also doesn’t go unnoticed, so I let my body ride out the fan-fucking-tastic feeling.

I move my hips so the bell chimes even louder and the machine drives even deeper. My body is burning with the build-up and You make the machine go faster. I moan in delight and show my gratitude. I feel that utterly strong build-up in my pussy and then...swoosh!

The flogger hits my back, but I don’t stop moving my hips so the machine can make me cum. I hadn’t even noticed when You went to get the flogger, but the painful tingle on my back becomes whispering pleasure.

“Little rabbit, did I allow you to enjoy what I’m doing to your body?”

“No, Master,” my strained reply is uttered, but my body could not be so obedient. I let it move to make the machine feel even better, because I am already in trouble, why stop now?

The flogger continues to meet my skin. That swish and bite; a better drug than the hard stuff itself, because here is where You start to get your kicks. Not from the abusive factor, by You being a sadist. No. From me being a masochist who lives for that pleasurable ache. My moans are what get You off. Those make You harder than your wife could ever wish to get you. Hence the agreement.

Your breath rushes out of Your lungs and my body sings in the moans of approval I give with each swat. In the mirror of the now closed closet, I see you move. Around me, clearly admiring how the machine fucks me, how the tail in my ass moves with my body and You listen to the bell and my moans now in synchronicity, singing of the pleasure I’m quickly edging towards.

Again and again, the fuck machine plunges deep inside me, making the little bell sing. Again and again, the falls kiss my skin and make my pussy clench violently. Again and again, my core begins to swell and I taste the orgasm on my lip, which I bite onto, when the explosions begin.

Stop.

The flogger still comes down and my cunt nearly sucks in the entire dildo of the machine with one violent clench of protest. I groan aloud. I was so close to orgasming!

You pull the fuck machine away and I feel the cream in my pussy flow out and drip off my lips. I receive your mouth, lapping at my little aching cunt and the soft touch of your tongue through my folds and into my hole, is a change to the plunder I had just lost.

You begin to pull on my little tail, not for little tugs of pleasure, but rather to remove it. With a near pop, I feel completely empty. My body clenches in complete protest as I moan louder, begging You for more.

Fingers push into my snatch and as they stretch, they pull out and meet my loose pucker. It was only after the second time that I realise You are depositing the creamy juices from my cunt over and into my ass, as Your fingers push in and glide out. I moan at the stimulation, my back aching to arch and show the pleasure is well received, but I’m in a position where this can’t be done.

Your mouth touches my ass cheek and You bite down. For the moment, I wish I had a gag in my mouth, because my response is far too loud, as anticipation kills me. Then You give me the best gift ever.

We might have been doing this for ages, but a thing that was never allowed, suddenly has my body stiffen with surprise. Your tongue pushes into my ring of muscle, which tightens around the appendage. While You have fucked my ass at least once a week, this was new and I was panting with excited pleasure.

Your tongue plays with the hole, You hum in pleasure and I feel the slight rock of Your body. I watch You in the mirror and see Your cock in Your hand, pumping the already stiff member. Another jolt of pleasure rushes through me and I grunt.

For a long while, Your tongue pleases, but I want more than the foreplay teasing. “Please, Master. Take my ass,” I beg through strangled breathing.

Your head lifts, our eyes meet in the mirror and wordlessly You reach toward my head. I had all but forgotten the belt around my neck, so when You pull, I move my head with it. Always cautious to not hurt my throat, I can feel that You don’t put all Your strength behind it.

Your hips move closer, rising as You go and I’m thankful the flogging horse is custom designed, so when You are on Your knees behind me, Your cock is at the perfect height and angle for my ass to be taken. You don’t move for a few moments and I impatiently wiggle my hips as much as possible, begging without speaking. The look You give me is a warning and a smirk of pleasure rolled in one.

“Do you want me to fuck you, little rabbit?” Amusement in Your tone makes me groan in response. Your hand tugs on the belt strap, ripping my head back and slightly choking me. “I asked you a question,” You growl.

Through a pant, I finally get out my response, while keeping my eyes on You through the mirror, “Please, Master.”

“Let us agree on something then,” I only nod and I’m glad You don’t tug on the belt again. “If I take your ass now...” - a twitch at Your lips shows that You saw my delighted outlet of breath - “...I’m not going to lube you up.” I wanted to protest, I wanted to remind You of how anatomy worked, but You continued and my body all but responded. “I will have you fuckhole first and if it is as wet as you have been promising me, there won’t be any problems. Isn’t that true, little rabbit?”

“But, Master,” my voice trembles, “I still think it-” A moan from deep within my chest leaves, as Your cock pushes into me with one hard thrust, my clit violently throbs and the clit clamp pops off with a soft clang as it meets the floor. My protest momentarily leaves me, because based only on the wet sounds in the room as You pump, I sound more than lubed up enough. The idea of Your entire dick doused with my juices, as You thrust harder, has me moaning louder than the entire evening.

That need inside me to be taken by You. The need to feel a little used and enjoy the hell out of it consumes me entirely.

I wish for a moment that I can push back more than I was capable at that moment, but my tied down position allows none of it. I’m a servant to the pace and depth You choose. The build-up inside my core quickly brings me back to the high I had from the fuck machine and my pussy clenches around Your penis. I hear a rare groan from Your end and the pumps slow a little.

You pull out from my cunt, “Relaxed?” The question’s answer didn’t really matter, because before I can answer, You start pushing into my ass. Flexing my muscles and relaxing them as You push forward, I try my best to help You settle inside me with ease.

The filled feeling excites me as it boils into my blood, but You retreat as You are about halfway sunken. The head of Your cock pops out and I moan louder. You push back in only a few centimetres, pull back out and repeat. The concentrated stimulation at the ring of muscles feels so amazing; my worries slip away and if there’s pain - due to the lack of lube - for the following week, I won’t mind, because this feeling was worth sitting uncomfortably.

As You slip in and out, I see that Your face in the mirror seems pleased, but I want more and I want it soon, “Master, please, claim me.” You look back at me and I know You have had Your way, but I wanted mine now. If I cum before You took Your pleasure, then I’ll be happy, but if not, I couldn’t be bothered. This was the part where I needed to be used and You attentively working on my ass is not what I need.

As simple as that, You thrust, to the hilt, into me and hiss through gritted teeth. You make quick work to retreat and then do the same. The second stings a little and I moan at the pain I wanted so much more of, with each breathing second.

Your cock’s ridges, the little differences of the veins and the mushroom head, feels completely discernible as You move. I feel You pushing deep within me and sliding back to repeat; harder. Your grip at my hips nearly feels unkind, as Your fingers dig into the flesh and likely leave marks. I grunt at the thought of carrying the marks with pride, nearly wishing there was a way I could get You to leave a more permanent one.

A shout releases from my lungs, as I feel the touch of Your hand on my clit. You pinch so hard, I nearly feel like I might pee. While that was something You liked, it was a hard limit for me, so I focus to keep myself in control.

“Rabbit,” You warn; of what, I am not certain, as it wasn’t like You to urge me to cum.

“Master?” My voice sounds small, weak and confused.

“You are here,” You growl, “Remember why we do this.” It wasn’t a warning; it was a motivation, to not focus on this, right now. It was basically a reminder that I needed to let go and stop thinking of all the shit in my head.

I breathe out. Your cock pounding even harder, as I think of what I must let go of. The thought of finding out I lost my family, the thought of simply feeling lost and the thought of almost killing myself comes into my mind. The numbness pulling at me.

But.

You are here, pounding into me. Pushing me to relive those memories and associating this one with all the ones that darkens my mind. For when You found me, the rope around my neck was used to restrain me from using a knife for a quicker alternative. That rope is this very one, cut smaller, now used to restrain my hands, as You fuck me.

That night, I begged You to not call the police and have me admitted. That night, I used seduction to stop You. That night, You saw my submission, when I fell to my knees and begged You to not let me go.

In the nearly exact same position as now, You had me. You fucked me in my ass for caution and it was something You had always wanted to try. You used my vulnerability and immediately that thought sets me back into the mind-set that I needed to be.

“No, stop,” I clench and only make it tighter for Your cock sliding into me with only the slightest of strain caused by my pucker. I beg again, “Just let me go.” Your pace picks up even more and the ruthless pounding into me is even more forceful, but I want this because the thought of uttering the safeword is the last thing on my mind.

As I tug on my restraints, I fight the ugliness and Your cock just becomes an object invading me, until I feel Your body stiffen. Your cum fills me and Your shudder indicates the end of what You would do to me.

The instant removal of Your cock from me makes me flinch, but the replacements come in the form of the sex machine - both parts attached - as You quickly thrust them into me. They barely settle, before You start it up, put it on the highest setting and walk to the armchair to catch Your breath.

The detachment in Your manner doesn’t bother me for a second, because this is what we both need. You getting kicks from things Your wife doesn’t want to do and me getting lost and then cumming with the sense of relief.

The machine’s pace is far quicker than Yours and I suppose I loved it more than I could ever care for You. Being fucked in both holes at the same time has me gasping for breaths, as the alternating rhythm; into my pussy, out of my ass, quickly changes to out of my pussy, into my ass.

The grip on my ties makes my fingers sting as the machine properly fucks me into something remarkable. My pussy clenches, as my ass sucks the dildo of the upper appendage deeper. A sudden change, which I hadn’t notice You make, comes when the dildos push in and fuck me in synchronicity. A momentary thought that fucking machines are a girl’s best friend is the only thought I can possibly have, as I spot You looking at me with an evil fucking smirk.

You have a twisted mind and I like it, so between a pant and a moan, I smile back, because my body was quickly reaching an orgasm, which was sure to render me useless. I feel the tension in my pussy and ass as I near the peaking release and when it comes, I shatter. I feel the squishiness of Your cum being pumped out of my ass and the creaminess of my own pussy spilling over and soaking over my thighs, the horse, and likely dripping on the floor.

The sensation rules me and I feel like I am near to passing out. Expecting You to make it all stop, You don’t. In fact, I see You playing with the remote of the machine and feel its response with a pounding that I know would end me.

Both the dildos keep fucking me and my shouts grow so loud, that I know the neighbours are going to leave another note of complaint on my door the following morning. But I don’t care, because I reach the pinnacle of my pleasure and my body tightens. I pull on my restraints, my body attempts to buck and my pussy explodes.

I cum with a guttural yell and You sit smiling, as my vision turns black.

the fairy tail

After the crushing orgasm, you untied me, took my limp body to the ensuite and let me stand, exhausted, beneath the spray of the shower with you. My arms were tightly wrapped around your chest, needing the feeling of your closeness to help me out of the darkness and to keep my upright. You washed my body of sweat and then we stepped out, before you dried me off.

You lay with me in bed, comforting me and getting me back to normalcy where my untwisted mind settled back.

“How are you doing?” Your kind, concerned voice whispers at the top of my head. I softly mewl, not capable of much more than that. I feel you shift and move away, knowing it is time for you to get home. You stand up and I use the pillow as an alternative for something to hold on to, while you search for your clothes and get ready to leave. My eyes are about to flutter close, when you speak again, “Happy birthday, little rabbit.” You lay a soft meaningless peck on my cheek, “Remember you need to babysit the children this weekend.”

“Yes,” I sleepily murmur, “You’re going on the anniversary weekend, I remember.”

“I’ll tell my wife you said hi,” you smirk with delight, likely knowing you were the luckiest fucking bastard on this side of the world.

Your wife accepts that your needs can’t be met by her alone and she approves of the alternative.

Your children love their nanny.

And you have it all.

“See you Friday,” I say as you wave a goodbye and I settle in to sleep. I am already looking forward to next week, knowing a weekend of vanilla with your wife was going to make you need me more than I could ever need you.

Chevoque

Chevoque is a South African Erotic Romance Author, who began self publishing in 2014 and has since released numerous titles.

You can find more of her work at: chevoque.wix.com/chevoque