16. Roman
ROMAN
She looks unreal like this, all trust and tension, bound exactly where I want her.
It’s a little more on the vanilla side than what I would usually do, but I don’t want to scare her away.
My bed has never looked better than it does with her restrained against it, her body a study in contrasts; soft skin pulled taut, calm eyes betraying the tension coiled beneath.
There is something dangerous about how beautiful she is like this, something that makes my hands itch, like restraining her is a test.
A test, I think, I am only barely passing.
The paddle rests heavy in my hand. Orange leather catches the low light, her favourite colour.
Real diamonds are set into its surface, spelling the word Roman like a promise and a warning all at once.
When it meets her skin, I watch carefully and reverently as the faint purple impressions bloom in its wake.
My mark left behind, so if any bastard dares to look, they know she already belongs to someone else.
Me.
Depending on how hard I swat her depends on how long my name will last embedded into her cheeks. The pinprick feeling of it already has her pussy dripping. I can see it as I rub the purple, bruised Roman on her arse, tempting me like Eve and the forbidden apple.
Fae moans as I gently caress her bum. Turning the paddle over so the diamonds don’t hit her skin, I swat her hard, wiping the sting away as she groans and wiggles. I do three more in quick succession, watching as the rest of her skin turns from a beautiful pale colour to bright red.
“Say thank you,” I demand as she whimpers underneath me. The paddle whooshes through the air as Fae screams, her already sensitive skin taking the impact.
I love that she is a pain slut. She will need it to survive me.
“Thank you,” she groans breathlessly, her husky voice dripping with need, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
I move to spank the top of her thighs, the sides of her thighs, and her dripping cunt, hitting her ten more times before taking a breath. Each time she moans and wiggles in desire whilst offering me the sexiest thank you known to man.
Letting my gaze trace her slowly, committing every curve of her body, the rise and fall of her chest, the way she holds herself so still for me. Her body tenses ever so slightly so I retract. Doing it again, I keep the motion until I see her fully relax and her muffled moans grow aggravated.
“Tell me you trust me,” I demand.
“I do, please,” she whines. “Touch me.”
Walking around the bed, I crouch down by her face and rub her cheek.
Her eyes are glassy and her forehead is shining with sweat.
Her breath comes out in short, sharp pants; I can tell I will not need to do much to get her over the line.
When her eyes meet mine again, there is a desperation in them.
I realise today is not the day for orgasm denial.
Her pain is too raw, too close to the surface.
Picking up the orange butt plug, I pour lube over it in front of her, squeezing the tube so it drips down onto my hand and the bed.
Her tight little body squirms in front of me as I try everything in my power not to lose control.
Walking behind her, I press a finger to her rosebud, fascinated by the way she tries not to clench.
Pouring more lube over her, I push inside.
A broken sound slips from her lips as she tenses, but I don’t stop.
Pushing all the way in until I am up to my knuckle, I twist and slowly start fucking her arse with my hand.
“You need to relax for me, Tink.”
“I… I’m trying.”
“I won’t give you what you need until you give me what I want… relax, Tink.”
I tap my hand on her exposed arse cheek again as I wait until I can feel her rosebud loosening. Quickly adding another finger, she tips her head back on a long groan. The sound she makes goes right through me and I grit my teeth, trying to gain control of my leaking cock.
Soon. I reprimand myself.
Pulling my fingers out, I replace them with the smallest part of the plug and my mouth waters at how well she is taking it.
“One day I will fuck you here, Tink. I’m going to own every single one of your holes, is that clear?” I keep pushing it in as it starts to get wider. I pull it back and repeat, fucking her with it so she’s nice and relaxed.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.
The word hits me harder than it should have.
My control slips just enough to remind me how thin the line really is.
I draw a slow breath through my nose; my jaw tightens as I force myself to stay still when every instinct tells me to move.
She does this so easily, always turning my restraint into a conscious effort and my discipline into hunger.
“Say that again,” I say through gritted teeth. The command is rough around the edges as I slam the butt plug the rest of the way and watch with sick fascination as her arse easily accepts it.
“Yes, sir!” she cries and I finally lose the restraint I had.
Lunging over her body, I reach the headboard and loosen the chains attached to her wrist, giving me just enough room to flip her onto her back. The bed bounces with both of our weight as I loom over her. Fae’s surprised moan echoes through my room as the vibrations of the butt plug turn on.
“Fuck, Roman!” she cries as I slap her pussy hard, her body bending off the bed in ecstasy.
“Not Roman,” I bark. “Try again.”
“S… s… sir,” she stutters, flicking her piercing green eyes onto me as her whole body vibrates.
Her arms are now pulled up above her head, taut and crossed, making her perfect breasts push out. Without thinking of restraint, I lean down like a man starved and suck on her pink nipple until it goes as hard as a diamond in my mouth and bite down.
Jesus she is responsive.
“That’s my girl,” I mumble around them as I move two fingers through her slick heat and groan at how wet and hot she feels. Pushing them deeper into her channel, I pull my face back from her breast and study every movement, moan, and expression she makes as I find the spot and gently caress it.
“Would you like a reward for being so good for me, Tink?”
Her walls squeeze my fingers tighter and I marvel at how my cock will ever fit inside her. Fae licks her lips, looking down at my covered dick, and nods eagerly.
“Words little one or we stop.”
“Yes, please, fuck Ro…” her other words get cut off by a moan and I bite my tongue at how fucking sexy she sounds moaning my name.
Caressing her with more force, I lean back on my heels and rub her clit with my free hand.
Her pussy is clean-shaven, the sight of her swollen clit makes my mouth water.
I can feel the vibrations of the butt plug on my fingers, the thought of it on my dick is nearly enough to make me cum in my boxers.
Her body bows underneath me, every line of her going tight as release overtakes her. Her limbs shake, shattering in helpless waves. Her breath breaks as she comes undone right there in my hands. Watching her like this, open and unguarded, does something dangerous to my soul.
“Again,” I demand. “Give me one more and I’ll give you what you want.”
I fuck her again with my hand, watching as my fingers stretch her tight pussy. Each time I pull them out, they glisten with her release. Desperate to get a taste of her again, I move down the bed and press my free hand on her flat stomach.
Fae tries to move her hips, but I have her immobile.
Replacing my fingers with my tongue, I suck and nibble on her clit as my other two fingers start getting choked by how tightly she holds on.
Her cries and wet pussy are the only sounds I can hear; the best music I have ever been blessed enough to listen to.
“ROMAN!” she cries, her whole body going taut again as her cum soaks my chin and chest. I lick her through her tremors, slowing down so she can catch her breath.
When her pussy releases the death grip on my fingers, I slowly pull out, the vibrating plug still buzzing inside her.
Her skin is flushed, her body covered in sweat, her nipples risen in sharp points, but it is her eyes that mesmerise me the most. The soft expression she gives me almost takes my breath away.
I have dreamed about this moment for longer than I can count.
Leaning over her body, I press my lips to hers, forcing her to taste herself on my tongue.
Little tremors make her body shake underneath me and I groan at the feeling of her mouth on mine.
My cock is aching so badly that my stomach is in knots.
Fae kisses me back with aggression, our teeth and tongues clashing together as our moans wrap around one another.
She pulls back slightly, breathless, lifting her legs so her feet press against my arse.
“I want you,” she whispers, trying to pull her arms out of the restraints. “Please, I need more.”
“You’re so beautiful when you beg, Tinkerbell,” I growl back.
Placing weight on one arm, I reach down and pull my cock free from my boxers. The cool air feels amazing on my hot dick as the final restraint I had breaks free. Notching my swollen head to her puffy pussy, I press in slowly as the chains rattle above us.
“I thought you wanted it in your mouth, little one,” I taunt as I thrust all the way in and groan at how wet, perfect, and tight she is. My body reacts instantly; instinct overrides my need for control as everything narrows down to a blinding focus: her.
Fae screams at the intrusion. I should slow, stop, let her get adjusted to me, but I can’t.
All nine inches of my cock draw back out before I slam in again.
It’s like she craves the pain. She’s so tiny that it should be impossible for her to take all of me, but she unfurls like a flower underneath my palm.