On the Edge
“Hi Dennis,” I greeted him as I entered my room and dropped my keys on the vanity. He was already on my window seat, playing with the red lighter as always.
“I have a surprise for you,” he said.
I gasped and clasped my hands. “What is it? Where is it? I wanna see!”
“It’s in here somewhere.”
“Handcuffs?” I guessed.
“No. Look for it.”
“Okay.” I searched my room for a minute before giving up.
“I don’t see it.” I pouted. He pointed and I turned to see a brand new comforter.
It was a better version of my old one. My eyes widened when I saw a matching stuffed animal of my favorite character perched beside Frankie. I squealed and ran to dance with it.
“Now you can stop complaining.” Dennis put the lighter away and came to stand beside me.
“Thank you!” I put my new baby down and tackled him to the bed. He seemed surprised, but he didn’t resist. I straddled him and grinned. “I’m not moving.”
“Good. Stay here.” He grabbed my shirt and pulled until our lips met.
I got butterflies as I deepened the kiss, pressing into him. He pulled my hair and I bit his neck, sucking lightly until he stopped me. “What’s wrong?” I asked breathlessly.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about the whole Melissa thing. The way you threatened her was sexy as fuck.” His lip ring glinted as he smiled. “I thought you’d have an explosive temper, but you were so calm. So collected.” He was playing with my hair. No wonder he’d gone so quiet after she left.
“I told you I only lose it if someone hurts a person I care about.” I shifted as I felt him getting hard beneath me.
“Will you fuck me? I know my uncle’s usual night schedule.
He shouldn’t be home for at least an hour.
” Dennis moved me over and stood. I tilted my head, wondering where he was going.
But then my mind went in a different direction.
“Are you sure vampires can’t get pregnant? ”
“Positive.”
“So we don’t have to worry about that.” I made a thoughtful noise. “Do you get tested?”
“After each new person I sleep with. I don’t have anything. You?”
“Same. Since I can’t get pregnant and we’re only sleeping with each other, you think we can skip condoms from now on?” I’d never done it before, but if we were having sex exclusively and I couldn’t get knocked up, why the fuck not?
“It’s fine with me. I got you another present.
Check under your bed.” He watched as I hopped up and kneeled on the floor, searching beneath my bed.
I blindly reached in and my hand closed around something thick and long.
I pulled it out to see a bundle of leather ropes.
I flipped them over as Dennis brought my chair from the corner.
“You wanna?” He set it down, smiling deviously.
“Be tied up?” I asked. “Is it gonna be like last time?”
“Sit down and you’ll see.” He shut and locked my bedroom door.
I started to sit, but he stopped me. “Take your clothes off first.” He went to my lingerie drawer and sifted through it.
My stomach danced with butterflies as I stripped down.
“Put these on.” He tossed a pair of crotchless panties and an open-cupped bra my way. “And heels.”
I changed into the set and strapped into a pair of studded stilettos, then straightened up to see him leaning against my dresser, arms crossed while his eyes took me in.
He gestured for me to sit. I went to the chair but hesitated.
He went around back and pushed me down, then took the ropes and started tying my hands behind the chair.
I wiggled in the seat—I was already getting wet from feeling so exposed while he was fully clothed.
“Are you only into BDSM?” I asked.
He paused the tying. I could feel his interest in the question. “Yes,” he said. “But I’ll never be the submissive.” He yanked my arms tight and bound them in place.
“I could get used to being submissive, I guess.” I was used to being somewhat dominant with both men and women, but I couldn’t lie, submitting was more fun. “But only with you, and only during sex. None of this submissive shit outside of sexy time.”
“I wouldn’t have you any other way.” He finished knotting the rope and stood. “We need a safe word.”
“For what?” I’d heard of those, but I’d never needed one before now.
“For if I go too far. We have rules and boundaries to decide on, but we can do those details later. I won’t take anything too far today. But we do need a safe word.”
“What about halt? It’s perfect ‘cause it’s a very fancy way of saying stop.”
“Halt it is.” He started tying my left leg to the chair, binding it from the calf down. I tried to move my arms while he worked but it was impossible.
“This isn’t normal leather, is it?”
He stopped and stared between my spread legs, licking his lips. “No.” He looked up at me and smiled, then tightened the restraint until my leg couldn’t budge.
“Dennis, this is gonna be like last time!” I tried to move and couldn’t. Not my legs, not my arms. Everything was so tight. Not enough to hurt, of course, but enough to get the job done.
“And did you like last time?” he asked, finishing up my other leg.
“I loved it.”
“Then stop whining and shut up.” He stood and kissed me, then stepped back. “You know I would never hurt you, right?”
“Yes.” I eyed him cautiously. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gag.
“Can I?” He smirked when I nodded. It was another thing I’d never considered, but I was instantly turned on by the idea. He went behind me and started to put the gag in my mouth, then paused and came back around. “Tell me if it’s too much again and I’ll stop.”
“How am I supposed to tell you if I’m gagged?”
“Think the safe word and I’ll hear you.”
“Oh, yeah.” I giggled at how quickly I’d forgotten.
“Before I gag you, how do you feel about being slapped?”
“I’m into it.”
“Choked?” he asked.
I scrunched my nose, unsure about that one. “I guess we can try it?”
“We’ll hold off on it,” he decided. “What about degradation?”
“I can take it. I’ll be fine.”
“People say that, but they don’t always mean it.”
“Trust me. I’m an adult. Call me a slut, whore, idiot, I don’t care. Demean me, dehumanize me. Have at it. Like I said, I’m kinda enjoying the submissive thing.”
“Perfect.” His voice was filled with satisfaction as he went behind the chair. “You’re more fun than I expected.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Did you think I was boring before right now? Really, that is so—” A gag was in my mouth before I could finish.
“That’s the end of that conversation.” He tied it snugly from behind.
“If you get uncomfortable or I do anything you don’t like, tell me right away.
Okay?” He waited for me to nod. “Can you move at all?” I tried and failed.
Miserably. I shook my head. “Good. I don’t want you moving.
” He tied the final rope around my waist, covering every base.
I felt so helpless, I was already sopping wet. I jumped as he tweaked my nipple from behind. He brushed a hand along my chest and came around front, then squeezed my other nipple.
“You’re right, by the way. This is gonna be exactly like last time.
” He reached down to touch between my legs.
“Maybe even worse. For you, not for me. I’ll be enjoying every second of it.
” He played with my crotchless panties for a second, then ran his fingers up my slit, parting my lips so he could feel the wetness.
“You’re such a good slut. You’re already so wet.
” His thumb found my clit while two fingers slid inside me.
I gasped into the gag as he worked them in and out, toying with my clit ring at the same time. A minute of rhythmic fingering passed. He was smiling at my reactions, enjoying the sounds of my wetness and my quiet moan when he found my g-spot. I tried to squirm so he would speed up, but he didn’t.
“You still can’t move, can you?” He slowed down when I tried again, then pulled his fingers out and licked them.
“It’s not gonna work, sweetheart.” He gently took my cheek in his hand.
“Be a good girl and stop trying.” He pushed my face and laughed.
I tried to say something, but it was lost in the gag.
“You’re gonna have to speak up a little.
I can’t hear you.” I tried again, but it came out weak and muffled.
He chuckled and tapped the gag. “I still can’t hear you.
” He went behind and started playing with my nipples again, kissing my neck at the same time.
He pinched both nipples and I barely squeaked.
He switched to playing with my clit, then came around front and kneeled. I closed my eyes as his mouth closed around my nipple and he started sucking. I was starting to get close from this alone, but then he stopped everything. I groaned as he stood and moved to my bed.
“You seem annoyed. Why do you look so mad at me?” He laughed as I glared.
I watched with lust as he took his shirt off.
He reached to take his pants off but stopped.
“Actually…” He came back and took the hair tie from my wrist. He played with my hair for a second before yanking it.
I squeaked but he ignored it, roughly putting my hair in a ponytail.
He wrapped it around a fist, then pulled it aside to kiss my neck.
“I think it’ll be more fun this way, don’t you?
” He sniffed my neck and sighed. “I love your scent.” My ponytail dropped.
“You’re not answering me,” he said quietly, coming around front. “That’s not very nice.”
I tried to answer, then gasped when I was slapped. My head whipped back with a scathing glare. My pussy was throbbing—I’d never been so turned on.
“I still don’t know what the fuck you’re saying. You may as well stop trying.” He started playing with me again, pushing two fingers inside while a third rubbed my clit. This time he sped up, moving his fingers against my g-spot in a perfect rhythm.
And then he stopped. I made a noise—attempted profanity—and was swiftly slapped again.
“Shut up, slut.” He pulled my hair, his voice dangerous.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop trying?” My arousal was flowing out of control.
I was scared and exhilarated at the same time.
But then I remembered it was only him, and the feelings turned to pure exhilaration.
“Maybe I should take this off so I can hear you beg.” He touched the gag.
“Can you beg for me, Vixen?” he said it so patronizing that I had to nod.
I would beg for anything. “No, I don’t think I will.
” He let my hair slip through his fingers, then slipped them back in my pussy.
I moaned into the gag. This was exactly what I needed if I couldn’t have him yet.
“Stop moaning like a little bitch.” He slapped me again and my eyes widened—the sentence itself nearly made me come. I closed my eyes while he fingered me, squirming as I got closer to an orgasm. “Do you want me inside you?” he asked. I nodded desperately. “I wanna hear it.”
I begged into the gag, hoping it would be enough, until my begs turned to moans. His fingers let up and I heard his pants drop. He entered me and I almost came right then. He yanked my hair and my eyes teared up. He was going so even-paced, it was driving me crazy.
“You’re okay?” he asked. I opened my eyes and nodded. “Good.” He pulled my hair aside to kiss my neck. His fucking was getting rougher.
I was dripping, moaning, my pussy clenching around him. He bit my neck hard enough to draw blood, then licked it up. I was just starting to orgasm when he stopped and pulled out. He stood, watching to see what I would do. I almost started crying.
“You’re so upset,” he mused. “I thought we were having fun?”
I was so confused about how he had this much self-control.
I closed my eyes to compose myself, but nearly lost it when I felt his tongue on me.
I opened my eyes to see him kneeled between my thighs, hands gripping my hips while he ravished my pussy.
I wanted to ride his face so badly, but I still couldn’t move a thing.
He buried his face between my legs, devouring me until I felt a tingle building up inside.
I moaned uncontrollably, unable to stop this time even if I wanted to.
And then I came all over his face while he eagerly kept going.
There was hardly a break before another buildup started.
His tongue swirled my clit, pushed inside, flicked while it moved in and out and he pressed into me.
A minute later I was orgasming again, my head thrown back and chest heaving while I came.
He slowed down, then kissed my clit before sitting back to look at me.
“Fuck.” He licked his lips. “I love when you do that.”
I took deep breaths—deep as I could with this gag on—and then he was eating me out again, gently this time. He was going slow, like I was an actual meal he wanted to savor. He stopped after a minute and stood over me.
I was so soaked now that his dick easily slid back inside. I moaned as he started fucking me. Slowly at first, then progressively faster, eventually rougher. I closed my eyes as he tugged my hair and kissed down my neck. I felt another orgasm slowly building.
“You want me to come inside you?” His voice was deep in my ear.
I nodded fervently. Each stroke became stronger than the last until he finished inside me.
I couldn’t contain myself—the feeling of his swell and release, his warm cum filling me was pure heaven.
My moans nearly became screams, lost in the gag as I came a third time.
My orgasm went on, squeezing around him while he gently sucked my neck.
I rode the feeling until he slowly pulled out.
I opened my eyes—I was seeing stars. He kissed my forehead before going around to untie everything. He took my hair down first, then untied my hands, waist, and legs. He un-gagged me last.
“Holy fuck,” I said breathlessly. I jumped up and kissed him, then nearly fell over. He caught me, laughing at the baby deer moment. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again.
“Am I that good?”
“You are insanely good. Best I’ve ever had in my entire life. Fuck.” I pulled away to look at him. “But you get so mean. It was more than I expected.”
“Was it too much?”
“It was perfect. I need a shower.” I ran a hand through my dampened hair.
He glanced at the chair we’d used. “We should clean that.”
“I will in a few minutes. I need to shower first. I’ll be back.” I pecked him on the lips before waddling from the room.