Dominating Vanessa

Tom had been right. This was what she needed. The heat, thedesire...she wasn't sure she had ever experienced it like that before.

He waited until her orgasm died down, and then he removed the little buzzing toy. She took a moment to recuperate, lost in the high of her endorphin rush. It took a few minutes of heavy breathing and floating down from her cloud to realize that Tom still hadn't said a word. Was he going to stay silent throughout this whole thing? It was a bit unsettling, but also inexplicably exciting.

After a few minutes, he stood, the bed rising at his absence. She turned her head limply in his direction as he walked off, his footsteps fading into the bathroom. The door closed behind him, and she heard the sound of the sink running. She began to fidget a bit nervously (as much as she was able), still worn out but now beginning to feel a bit more clear-headed. Now that her lust was more than sated, she began to notice just how tight the ropes were, how uncomfortable it was to have her limbs contorted in such a position. She was ready for the sleepy afterglow, and she imagined him coming back out, untying her, lying in his arms before they went down and ate dinner together. She hoped he wouldn't take too long to wash up, or whatever he was doing.

He left her alone for a few minutes before the bathroom door creaked open again. She waited patiently as he walked slowly back to her. She was a bit confused when he sat down and made no move to speak or untie her. She began to fidget nervously, feeling self-conscious as he stared at her without speaking. After a moment he reached for her, but he didn't reach for the ropes. She inhaled sharply as he removed her nipple clamps. The little buds were sore, hard as rocks, and almost painfully sensitive. He set the clamps aside with a clatter before taking her breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently. She yelped as he ran his fingertips lightly over the sensitive nipples. They were so delicate from the clamps his touch was magnified, almost a bit overwhelming. She shuddered as he teased at them, playing with her breasts.

When he let go, he trailed his fingertips down her torso, all the way down to her thigh, which he stroked gently. Her heart was beginning to pound again. It was becoming apparent he didn't seem ready to let her go yet. She felt exhausted, her nerve endings tingling, and she wasn't sure if she could handle anything else. All the same, the thought excited her. He was touching her so gently and at the same time keeping her his prisoner, playing with her body like a toy. She had never seen him like this before.

"Mmmph?" she asked, hoping he would give her a hint about what his next move would be.

For the first time, he made a noise. He let out a low chuckle, an almost dark-sounding rumble deep in his throat. He squeezed her thigh.

"Not done with you yet, my dear," he said quietly. "You're clearly having a good time here. You gave me quite a show. Think you're up for a repeat performance?"

She moaned, feeling a bit terrified but intrigued by that idea. She honestly wasn't sure if she could handle another orgasm, but that didn't change the fact that the idea was appealing.

He leaned in closer. "Besides," he whispered. "I need to have some fun too."

She blushed furiously at that, at the seductive tone of his voice, positively hungry with desire for her. She imagined him unzipping his fly, sticking his hard cock in her, using her helpless body for his own pleasure, and already she could feel the heat beginning to flow again.

He leaned down until he was flat enough against the bed to plant a kiss on her thigh where his hand had just been. He nibbled at the skin softly, dangerously close to her swollen pussy. He rubbed his stubble against her delicate skin, breathing in deeply. She tensed as he traced a finger around the outside of her lips, tracing around her sex but not actually touching her yet.

Finally he sat back up and began to get back to business.

Her heart thudded as he used two fingers to part her labia, examining her again with that clinical silence. He eased the two fingers down, and she gasped as he inserted them into her dripping cunt. He broke his silence with a low moan, clearly enjoying the feel of sliding them back and forth in her warm, tight opening. He curved his fingers, beginning to stroke her upper wall. She was surprised by the way her body contracted, her hips arching forward to move with his rhythm. This was far from the first time he'd stroked her like this, but - perhaps because of the orgasm she'd already had, perhaps because of the ropes digging into her skin - it had never felt quite like this. It was like all her sensations had been magnified times one hundred.

She moaned as he continued to work at her, pumping and caressing as she shuddered around him. After a few minutes, when her body was nice and flushed from the excitement, he slid his fingers out. She waited patiently while he shifted around on the bed, and the next thing she knew, something was pressing against her opening, but it sure wasn't his fingers.

She yelped, more from surprise than anything. Something large and hard was pressing into her. She felt a bit shocked as he slowly eased the object inside of her. The shape was all too familiar, but the item itself wasn't. It was unquestionably a dildo. She didn't own a dildo.

Wait, did he actually buy one of these without me finding out?

She was almost more surprised by that idea than at actually having the toy begin to ease into her vulnerable opening. She bit on her gag as he began to fill her. She wasn't sure why he would use a toy on her instead of entering her himself, but somehow, itworked. It went with the detached vibe he was going for, the heartless home invader manipulating her and using her for his own satisfaction, letting her know he was the one in charge.

She cringed a bit as the toy was nearly fully inside of her. Her body was more than ready, but it felt a bit thicker than she was used to. Her walls clamped around the object, and when it was about as deep as it would go, he pulled away.

She flushed in embarrassment, imagining how she looked with her legs splayed open and a fake cock shoved deep in her pussy.

She moaned at him, wiggling her hips as he merely watched her. She wasn't sure where he was going with this. She wasn't going to come without clitoral stimulation. After a few moments, though, it became clear he hadn't forgotten about that part. He leaned toward her and rubbed lightly at her clit. Her body jumped in surprised and she twitched as the incredibly sensitive spot was touched. It was still more sensitive than usual from his previous ministrations.

He teased her a bit, her body clamping around the toy. He seemed content to leave her in a state of suspense, never touching her quite enough to give her satisfaction or telling her what he was doing. After a few minutes of teasing, he gripped the base of the toy and began to pump it slowly in and out. She groaned, rocking her hips along with the movements. Normally, penetration didn't really do it for her, but her intense state of arousal - perhaps combined with her helplessness, the craziness of this whole situation - made everything feel different. Her inner walls were so sensitive from the intense orgasm she'd already had that she felt every thrust and caress deeply, powerfully, and she clenched her muscles around the toy, easing it deeper inside of her.

She was just getting into the flow of the toy when Tom began teasing at her clit again. The combined sensation was almost too much, making her gasp and groan and shudder. He never touched her directly, always teasing. She wondered if he was going to make her get off again in the slowest way possible, when suddenly he withdrew his hand and she heard it - the telltale buzz of that dangerous little machine starting up again.

She jumped in alarm. She wasn't sure if she could handle that nefarious little tool on her oversensitive body, especially in combination with the other toy. She twitched nervously, straining against the ropes. Tom brought the toy up against her thigh, the vibrations running through her and teasing her as he inched it closer and closer to the spot it was made for.

He never stopped pumping the toy in and out, fucking her with it. She still rocked her hips along with the toy, right up until the vibrator finally made contact with her clit. At that moment, it was as though she completely lost control of her movements. She squealed into the gag, her body trembling violently as the intense buzzing sent tidal waves of sensation crashing over her. The two toys working in tandem on her extra-sensitive body was almost too much, but in the best possible way. For a moment, she didn't care what she looked like, or what Tom was thinking, or what he was going to do to her next. It was like being in a different world, where nothing existed except extreme, painful pleasure.

And just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. The vibrator went quiet and still and was pulled away, and the toy stopped pumping. Her body stopped trembling, still except for the rise and fall of her breasts, her heart jackhammering like it wanted to burst free. All the built-up tension seemed to freeze in her body, leaving her in a state of heightened suspense. Just what the hell was he doing now?

Slowly, he eased the dildo out of her, and then there was nothing caressing her body except air. She moaned in frustration at the sudden feeling of emptiness, and then jumped as he made his next move - ripping off her blindfold.

She blinked at the darkened room. The sun had set outside, and he hadn't turned on the lights. She could see him in the dim light of the street lamps and passing car headlights that filtered in quietly through the edges of the curtains. She looked at him expectantly.

"I've never seen you like this, Vanessa," he said quietly, his voice tinged with what sounded like awe. "So...excited, so ready. Why didn't you tell me sooner that you were into this stuff?"

She was a little glad she was gagged, because she wasn't sure how to respond to that. She didn't really have an answer for him. Why hadn't she been open about it sooner? The only reason she could come up with was that she had been worried about what he would think. His interests had always seemed to steer more towards the strictly vanilla. She didn't think he was capable of anything like this. Well, he had proved her wrong in that regard...

"I'm gonna fuck you now," he said. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

She nodded slowly, aching for his touch.

He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, taking a moment to run his hands over her body, her breasts and hips. That feeling of being kissed while bound and gagged was somehow more intoxicating than anything else that had happened thus far. She watched as he undressed slowly, his hard cock straining against his work slacks. She looked at the side of the bed, where the toys were sitting. The vibrator was familiar, but her eyes widened at the size of the dildo. That thing looked as big as it had felt and then some.

She watched as Tom took off the last of his clothes, revealing his own considerably sized member. She had been intimate with him countless times in all the years they had known each other, but never had she been quite so eager to feel his body against hers. He climbed onto the bed with her. Her hair was matted to her brow with sweat, and he smoothed it out of her face.

"I love you, Vanessa."

She felt light-headed, her chest burning like fire. He kissed her forehead again before gripping himself, stroking his shaft a few times with one hand as the other caressed her soft body. He inched closer to her, sliding the head of his cock against her wet pussy. He moaned at the feel of her, rubbing his cock up to her clit and back down again, getting covered in her juices. She took deep breaths, her body already starting to contract at his touch, and at last he positioned himself at her entrance and slid inside.

He went in easily, her body more than ready for him. He closed his eyes and groaned, shuddering at the feel of her warmth gripping him tightly.

"Oh God, you feel so good," he hissed, sliding in all the way. She clenched her muscles around him, squeezing him as tightly as she could. "You feel so good, baby."

Now fully inside, he leaned over her, propping himself up on the mattress, and began to pump his hips. He panted above her, his face red, brow sweaty. She could smell his cologne, his sweat, the smell that was uniquely him and always brought her comfort amplified times ten. He eased into his rhythm and began thrusting hard.

"Naughty girl," he said, panting. "You like that, naughty girl?"

She moaned, closing her eyes. She did her best to rock her hips along with him, getting him as deep inside of her as he could go. Heat radiated between their bodies.

"I'm gonna make you come again, Vanessa," he whispered. "You wanna come again?"

"Mmmph." She let out a half-hearted moan. Shedidwant to come again, but she was already exhausted.

He chuckled. "Sure hope that was a 'yes,' because you don't really have a say in the matter."

The vibrator was lying off to the side, and he picked it up, turning it on again. She braced herself as he brought it between her legs, and he wasted no time, picking up right where he had left off. She yelped, and her entire body began to quake. He had the vibe directly on her clit; she shook her hips, trying to maneuver it to a less sensitive spot, but there was no escape. He held it firmly in place as he continued to pound away at her.

"Yes," he growled. "You feel so fucking good. I want you to come while I'm fucking you."

She trembled and moaned, her eyes closed. Her body was so sensitive she knew it wouldn't be long. She had never felt so completely helpless. The vibe mercilessly tormented her clit, and his cock rammed against her inner walls. She had no control over her body, her sensations, her orgasms; it was all in his hands.

This thought, more than anything else, was what pulled her toward the edge. The idea of being his slave, his helpless prisoner, body bound and exposed for him to do what he pleased with. Right now what he pleased was to make her come, whether she wanted to or not, while he was fucking her. She couldn't fight the approaching tidal wave, and she was more than happy to let herself surrender.

The second orgasm ripped through her almost violently, even more intense than the first had been. She hadn't thought that was possible. She wasn't even sure what happened when it finally hit her. She knew her body quaked violently, her inner walls clenching Tom's cock almost painfully, and she was pretty sure she yelled at the top of her lungs. But for a moment, it was like reality disappeared, and all she knew was the powerful clenching of muscle and rush of endorphins that left her dizzy and breathless. She had read online about so-called "subspace" - a trance-like state submissives often found themselves in after intense combinations of pleasure and pain - and wondered vaguely if that mystical void was what was claiming her right now.

Tom removed the vibrator as she finished her climax, and her body went limp. She was vaguely aware as he finished soon after her, grunting and groaning as he thrust extra hard. His own body trembled as he released his seed inside her, his hot breath on her face as he cried out in relief.

He collapsed on top of her, and for a while they both laid there, a sweaty heap of exhausted flesh. The smell of sex was thick in the room and everything felt utterly peaceful.

At last, she began to come back to earth as she realized he was finally untying her. He released first her left ankle, then her right, her legs falling to the mattress. He then untied her wrists from the bedposts, and finally removed her gag. She lay limp as a ragdoll as he gently removed the rope from her wrists, her ankles, rubbing at the red lines the ropes left behind, soothing the sore flesh.

Once the rope and rags and wet sex toys were fully out of the way, he silently laid by her side, taking her into his arms. They were both covered in sweat. She felt almost like she was floating, sore and exhausted beyond belief but with a calm sort of ecstasy reigning in her soul. He kissed her on the forehead, and she opened her eyes again.

"Tom."

"Yes?"

She smiled. "I love you, too."