Changing Tide

Just as I was wondering where the asshole was, Tyler appeared, with a bottle of beer in his hand.

"Hey beautiful. Nice nap?"

I was furious.

"You left me like this?"

"Uh-huh."

My dress was still pulled up to my waist, leaving my ass and pussy exposed. My tits were left hanging out. I looked up at him, shocked that this was all happening.

"And you were just chillin'? Drinking some beer?!"

"Pretty much, yeah."

I groaned, then got up onto my knees.

"I hate you. So much."

"No, you don't."

My entire body hurt, but especially my ass, where he had nailed me with the belt.

"Whatever. You had your fun. Un-cuff me now."

He got onto the bed, behind me. I felt his hands on my waist, my legs, my ass, my back, all over me.

"Mmmm...baby. I'm sorry, that's not happening. You're gunna have to stay like this for a while."

He rubbed my ass, where the welt was forming from the belt. One of his hands was ice-cold from holding his beer, and I shivered.

"Cold?"

"Yes. Feels good."

He put the beer bottle down against the welt, and it felt so heavenly that I made a purring sound. Then, quickly, he withdrew the bottle and slapped my ass hard with his hand, making me cry out in pain all over again.

"Can't have you feeling too good, right?" he said, before slapping my ass even harder.

My body jerked backwards towards him, and my back arched.

"God, you look so damn good right now," he told me.

One of his hands moved down underneath me.

"Spread your legs apart further," he barked.

"I knew it," he said, and I could hear the grin on his face without having to turn around and see it for myself, "you're soaked again already. You love this."

"Love what?"

"Me. Taking what I want. Finally. Should've done this a long time ago."

His fingers danced around my slit and I put my face down into the bed, so he couldn't hear how excited I was getting. Using his index and middle fingers, he parted my pussy open before playfully dipping his ring finger in and out slightly. A very strong shiver shot up my spine. A long "Ooooo" came out of my mouth, despite my best efforts to keep it in, followed by several whimpers.

"How bad do you wanna get fucked right now?" he asked me.

Was head was spinning. Every molecule in me ached. Still, I wasn't giving in.

I felt his breath right against my pussy, which instantly brought goosebumps to my skin, and made me melt at the same time. I gasped. He flicked his tongue against my wetness, one time, before harshly swatting my ass again.

"I asked a question!" he shouted at me.

"Please don't stop licking me," I moaned.

"That wasn't the question," he laughed, and then spanked me again, "tell me you want to get fucked."

I turned around to face him. I was pouting.

"No," I said quietly.

I watched as he sat up on the bed, then stepped down onto the floor. He walked to the closet and started rummaging around on my side of it, going through all my clothes and accessories before retrieving one of my belts. He turned around from the closet, grinning, then walked back to the bed.

He approached my head, facing me, then grabbed the thong he had taken off of me hours ago from its spot where he'd thrown it on the bed.

Unable to react because of the cuffs, and because of complete and utter shock, I was helpless as he shoved the thong into my mouth, then wrapped my belt around my head to secure it as a gag in place.

Surveying his work, he stroked my hair.

"See, your belt is smaller. Fits nice and tight."

He got back on the bed and moved behind me, then picked up his own belt. Rubbing my ass, he sighed.

"I'm going to have to hurt this perfect little ass of yours again," he told me, tracing his fingers over the welt he already left there, "you just won't behave for me. So just a couple more, then we'll see how it goes from there."

I felt his huge hands slide gently down my spine. I shivered. Then, he brought the belt down hard and made me scream into the homemade gag.

"Feel like answering me now?"

"Fuck you!" was my very muffled shout back to him.

He brought the belt down on my ass again, hard. I used my body weight to try and grab the bedpost and pull myself away from him. Wrapping one of his arms around my waist, he dragged my body back. Fearing the next strike of the leather hitting me, my body tensed. I felt one of his hands on my hips, gripping me tight. Tears rolled down my face.

Gently, he rubbed my ass with his hand. I felt his soft skin and the contrasting rough surface of the belt that he still held. His body weight shifted on the bed as he leaned down again while lifting my lower body up, exposing my pussy to him. I heard him let out a deep groan, then felt another groan vibrate deep into my cunt as he dipped his tongue inside me.

I received a few delicious tongue-fucks, which made me softly moan, and my muscles relax a bit after the belting I'd just received. Tyler moved his tongue to my clit, flicking it there lightly before finally sucking on my clit, hard, for about five seconds. I squealed with ecstasy. He then stopped abruptly.

He got up off the bed and walked around to the other side. After grabbing his beer from off the nightstand, he stood facing me, standing. Undoing his jeans with one hand, he looked down at me.

While still studying me, he reached around to the back of my head and un-fastened the belt he had tied around it. Then, he pulled my tiny thong out of my mouth.

"So fucking pretty," he said, "look at that body."

I stared up at him, stunned with both intense pain and pleasure.

"Do you know how long it's been since you've given me a blow-job?" he asked.

"No."

"A long time," he answered sadly.

He pulled his cock out of his jeans and started stroking it with one of his hands.

"Do you know you give me the best head I've ever gotten?"

"No."

"Time to give me one of those perfect blow-jobs again," he instructed, as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards his half-hard nine and a half inches.

I clenched my lips shut, tightly. Then I looked up at him with my eyebrow raised, a look on my face that said: "Are you fucking kidding me?"

His hand rubbed the side of my face, affectionately, before he shrugged and took several more long chugs of beer.

"It's up to you, princess," he finally told me, "blow-job, or belt."

"You're not going to hit me with that belt again."

I looked up at him, my face wet with fresh tears, trying my best to look innocent and vulnerable.

"Oh, I will. I'd rather you just sucked my dick, but you always make things harder than they need to be, don't you?"

I grunted, angrily.

"Tell you what," he said, looking at me, head cocked to one side, pointing at me, "I'm gunna be real sweet about this. I'm gunna go get another beer. By the time I get back, you have your mind made up. Ok?"

Pressing my head into the bedpost, I knew that I was probably beaten.

"Ok?" he asked again, and I felt his hand lovingly grazing the back of my neck.

I looked up at his face: The features that hinted at innocence, the dark hair that hung messily into his bright, kind, albeit alcohol-buzzed eyes; I wanted to scream at myself in frustration for how incredibly turned on I still was. How was this happening? In one night, my relationship had turned into something insane. Exciting, but very insane. Sexy, but still insane.

"Okay," I told him.

"Good girl!" he replied back gleefully, before strutting out of the room.

"Prick," I muttered at him under my breath.

Panic-stricken, I looked around the bedroom. I only had a minute, maybe two, (unless I got really lucky and he drunkenly fell down the stairs).

What could I do? How could I get out of this abject situation? I looked to the top of the bedpost, to see if I could slip the cuffs up and over the top. After a quick glance at he way the metal was constructed, that was a no-go. Tyler had left my heels on anyway, and there was no way I'd be able to stand on the bed to reach that high.

Then, I realized that he hadn't closed the cuffs to the tightest size around my wrists. I smiled as I looked up to the doorway and listened for his footsteps. When I heard none, I started trying to pull my right hand out.

Just as I was about halfway to having that wrist free, I heard him walking back up the stairs. My heart beat wildly in my chest. Even though I knew I could probably work my hand out of the cuff if I really wanted to, the son of a bitch had me so worked up that a part of me was absolutely loving the feel of being restrained. Despite the physical pain and shock that I was in, the adrenaline rush and the sexual thrill were stronger.

By the time he re-entered the room holding a fresh bottle of beer, I was licking my lips, staring at him like a bitch in heat. I sat up properly on all fours and arched my back, pointing my heeled feet up and stretching out in a stripper pose for him on the bed.

He leaned on the doorframe, amazed and amused, looking at me.

"Damn. What a perfect little whore."

He approached the bed, put his beer down on the nightstand, and started to slide out of his jeans. I was so furious, so humiliated, confused, in so much pain, and so fucking turned on that my mind was an absolute winding fury of nonsense. All I can remember thinking about was how much I wanted to taste him in my mouth.

Pulling his half-hard cock out of his black boxers, he stood before me and aggressively went for my hair with his hands.

"You're staying cuffed for now," he told me.

Instead of my usual teasing and tongue-flicking around his head to get him nice and ready, I hungrily shoved the length of his shaft into my mouth until he hit the very back of my throat.

"God, yes!" he exclaimed.

My lips smacked loudly as I went to work on him eagerly. I kissed the head, then spit a couple times, drenching the length of him in my saliva.

"Mmmm, look at me," he ordered.

I did, batting my eyes as I began slowly deep-throating him repeatedly. As I felt him grow rock-hard in my mouth, my pussy moistened up again nicely.

"I forgot how good you look sucking my dick," he told me, as he stroked my hair and then gripped it tight.

"Good girl, nice and slow, nice and deep. Oh fuck yes!"

Hearing him talk to me like that made my clit ache and all my nerves tingle. I stopped bobbing up and down on his dick for a moment to look up at him, pleading.

"Tyler, take these off so I can finger myself," I moaned.

Fire lit up his eyes as he tugged my hair, hard, then slapped the side of my face. I stopped my motion on his member, in shock again.

"You ask permission to touch yourself from now on. And say 'please' when you do."

Before I could respond, he added: "And I also didn't tell you that you could stop sucking me."

I stared up at him, a deer in headlights, unsure what to do or say, until he used the back of my hair to force my head back down on his dick. I brought my teeth out and gently bit down on the tender skin over his veiny member.

"Oh, don't you dare bite," he growled.

I smiled up at him, cutely, innocently.

When I gagged on him for the first time, he grinned down at me.

"You like choking on that dick, don't¬ you?"

I looked back up at him, my eyes watering.

"Yes," I managed to say with my mouth jammed full.

"Mmm...keep deep-throating it. I want you gagging."

I went to work on his impressively long and thick cock for several minutes, shoving it deep in my throat and gagging repeatedly, to the point where I thought I might vomit.

He loosened his ninja-grip on my hair and started stroking it while I continued with my best effort at an A-class blow-job. His breath quickened and grew more shallow. Continuing to look up at him, I was aware of how any anger I had was being overshadowed by the warm glow of contentment brought on by pleasing him.

I tried my best to entirely relax my throat as he began to roughly fuck my mouth, thrusting his cock as far as he could go. My wrists ached as I writhed around in a fury, thrashing helplessly in the handcuffs and moaning on his cock. Loving every second of it.

He pulled my mouth off of him, then leaned down close to me. He was panting wildly.

"Mmmm," he groaned, touching my lips with his fingers, "just so we're clear, whose mouth is this?"

"Yours," I moaned back to him.

He kissed me deeply, then said: "That's a good girl. And that's one little hole down, huh? Two more to go."

I whimpered and struggled in my cuffs, biting my lower lip as he grabbed his jeans off the floor. He dug through the pockets and found a small pair of keys, and held them up for me.

"I think you're liking those handcuffs, but I want you all the way out of that dress," Tyler declared, his breath still hard.

He used the keys to unlock the cuffs that had held me in place for hours. I rubbed my wrists and stretched my arms, relished the feel of being able to move them freely. In between wet kisses, he pulled the fabric of the dress down and placed me on my back.

I lay naked, only in my heels, and he stared at my body. I began to wiggle on the bed, grinding into it. He watched me, licking his lips. Our eyes met. Visually, I pleaded with him, wanting to either touch myself or be touched so badly I couldn't stand it.

"Ask me," he ordered, reading my mind.

"Please?" I asked sweetly.

As a response, he gave me an incredibly sexy and dismissive wink, then went to my dresser drawer that he had thrown onto the floor, apparently, at some point in the evening out of frustration. Before he came back to the bed, he told me to close my eyes. When I hesitated, he repeated himself more firmly:

"Don't think I won't find something to blindfold you with, Jess. Close those beautiful eyes. Now."

I then did as I was told.

I felt his weight back on the bed, then felt the warmth of his hands on my thighs.

"Spread these legs nice and wide."

I did. Obeying was beginning to feel very nice.

Then, I felt the familiar cool, hard feel of my favorite glass dildo against my pussy, which felt even nicer. I gasped.

He rubbed it up and down my already-moist slit, very slowly, then twisted it around making a spiral motion. Using his other hand, he started rubbing my clit.

"Tyler," I moaned, "I want you so bad!"

His fingers went from my clit, upwards to my stomach, where he started tracing lines playfully.

"I want you too, kitten. But we have unfinished business."

He used his left hand to open up my pussy so he could slip the tip of the dildo into my tight opening, just a tiny bit. All of my muscles clenched, and my hands tightened around the comforter beneath me; my eyelids slammed down even harder. I felt myself reach up and clamor for his arm, grabbing his right bicep out of desperation and desire. Feeling his bare flesh instead of the cotton fabric of his shirt, I realized that he had taken it off.

"You can open your eyes," he told me quietly.

I did, and took in the sight of him shirtless, finding myself ashamed to realized that I hadn't been paying any attention to my own boyfriend's physique. His tattoo-stained arms and chest were defined with muscles; large ones, actually, that I had not actually noticed until this moment. I was speechless. This, combined with what he was doing to my pussy made me shiver.

"Cold again?" he asked.

"No."

"What is it?" he smiled, already knowing the answer.

"That," I struggled to get out, "feels so good. And you're...you look...have you been going to the gym?"

"Yeah, you know, when your girlfriend won't fuck you anymore, there's a lot of built-up testosterone that a guy has to deal with. So I became one of those gym douche bags, working out every day."

He eased the dildo back out of me, which made me pout. He rubbed my clit again, then slapped it a couple times. I groaned and thrashed.

"That's ok," he added, "you want to get fucked now, don't you?"

He spanked my pussy harder and harder, eliciting a moan from me every time.

"YES! PLEASE!" I shrieked.

He put the dildo back inside me, a bit deeper than he had a moment earlier. My juices swirled around its slick glass surface, making it easier for him to glide it slowly in and out a few times. I looked at him with my entire body flushing with intense pleasure, in awe at the command over my body he was displaying. His strong wrists used the glass toy to build up a powerful torque inside me. I was pushed even further into frenzy, screaming and squirming as he watched in wonder and delight.

I looked at him, utterly fascinated and helpless; I had never wanted someone so badly in my entire life.

"Does this thing feel better than me?" he demanded.

"No!" I cried out, shaking my head.

"It better not," he said forcefully, as I felt him shove the entire length of the glass into my cunt.

I jumped up a bit, surprised, my tender internal nerves reacting to the feeling of being filled so suddenly. Tyler let the dildo sit still for a moment.

"Do you even remember what my cock feels like?"

"Uh-huh."

"How you can barely take it all? How I have to be sooo gentle and slow when I first start fucking you?"

"God, yes. I remember."

Tyler then sat up on the bed a bit, getting leverage with one of his arms, and started fucking me with the dildo, hard. My mind went into a blank spot of ecstasy.

Getting close to orgasm, my breathing was getting obviously frantic. Tyler leaned down to my face while fucking me hard and deep with the glass toy.

"Your tight little cunt is getting even tighter on this thing, baby. You getting close to cumming for me?" he said softly, in a voice so sexy that it pushed me that much faster towards wanting to get over the edge.

"Yes," I said, wild and crazed.

"Mmm...yeah?"

He angled the head of the dildo slightly upward inside me, and found my G-spot like a pro. I screamed as he hit it repeatedly as he kept fucking my pussy.

"Yeah? Right there?"

"YES! AH, AH, AH, AH!"

About a half second from my huge building orgasm, Tyler pulled the dildo out and stopped.

"NO!" I screamed in torment.

He couldn't help but laugh. I was so close that my body ached. My pussy absolutely throbbed with pain. I needed to cum. Badly.

I lay on the bed in confusion and frustration, shaking with a near-orgasm and my heart pounding. My brain waves were short-circuiting; even if he were allowing me to speak freely, I would not have been able to utter anything intelligible.

He scratched his fingernails up and down my legs, ¬making a trail of goosebumps.

"Did you really think I was going to let you cum?" he asked me, still chuckling a bit.

I stuttered and stammered. Out of complete frantic desperation, my right hand started to move towards my pussy.

"Oh, honey, you're doing so good, are you sure you want to mess it up now?" he said, smirking.

My fingertips were almost touching my incredibly swollen clit; I inched them closer. Tyler bent his head to the side, eyes wide, watching.

"Keep it up, you little slut, and I will belt you again."

He threw himself on top of me, rubbing his considerable hard-on right into my clit. I started panting, vaguely aware that I was losing my mind with desire. He took my face in both his hands.

"I'm teaching you," he said roughly, "that you're mine. This hot little body...is mine. You touch yourself when I give you permission. You cum...when I let you cum. Isn't that right?"

"YES, Tyler."

"You break the rules, I punish you. Do you understand?"

"YES, Tyler."

"That's another thing," he continued, "I think I'm gunna have you call me something else when we're alone. I haven't decided what yet. 'Master' is too cliche, right? 'Daddy' is sexy, but a little creepy. I like 'Sir.' But I'll figure it out."