As you teeter on the edge of orgasm, fucking my hand buried deep in your throbbing and desperate pussy, I stand up from the bar stool and toss you down across it. You protest and make to stand and break away from me but I move quickly behind leaving you straddling the stool in your effort to escape. Hastily and without warning I drive my manhood deep inside you once again, the shock and sensation buckling your knees anew. You cry out in surprise as the waves of orgasm begin to roll across your body undermining your will and ability to break free.
Grasping your shoulders and hair I drive you down onto my rock hard cock as you drove yourself onto my fingers only moments before. I am taking you and taking from you. Your orgasm is mine for the taking. You have no control as you grasp at the stool cushion for support, your knees failing to hold you.
Over and over again I drive up into you forcing out cries and grunts and moans with each parrying thrust.
"No….no…..not like this!" you protest amid breathless contractions.
But I ignore your pleas and continue mercilessly thrusting, holding you fast by the shoulders. Your confusion and indecision is evident; the pleasure of near orgasm pulling you one way and the anger at being taken drawing you the other. The Devil and the Angel. The darkness and the light. A cacophony of conflicting sounds and emotions. Fighting. Straining. Pleading. Begging. Desire. Hatred. Anger. Remorse.
"OH GOD….!" you call out, your hips now bucking up and down on my cock of their own accord. "Damn you….you son of a bitch!" you swear, cursing my name and all I stand for.
Your mixed reactions of anger and carnal need fuel my own fire and quickly I feel the familiar and sudden boiling in my balls and fire in the head of my cock as I strain to hold back my own release.
As the long-denied orgasm rips through your body you shout fiercely, “SHIT….FUCK…GOD DAMN YOU…I AM COMING…YOU….FUCKING….BASTARD!!!”
Gripping your shoulder with white knuckled firmness and your hip with the other hand I slam up into you with three final forceful pile driver like thrusts, my vision blurring with the exertion and the haze of my own orgasm. You slump over the bar stool, legs completely given out, as the last of the post-orgasm shudders wrack your body. Slapping your ass one last time, I wordlessly and coldly withdraw from your ravaged sex and walk out of the room leaving you slumped and used on the bar stool, hands still bound in their cuffs.
Caption © For the Love of A Submissive, 2012