Control

I wasn’t sure what hit me that night. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the soothing crackle of the fireplace, maybe it was how I sat by his feet rather than in his lap as I normally would have. The only thought swimming through my devious brain was that I needed to be under his control. I needed to be submissive to every ounce of his dominance. My only question was how to get him riled up enough to put me in my place. Princess? More like whore.

All of our friends were over at our house, though, which made this an even more difficult task. “Our house.” Heh...it had a better ring to it than I would have thought.

“Baby,” he cooed, “what’re you thinking about?” CC brushed my raven hair from my face, locking his eyes with mine, probably hoping to read my mind. I couldn’t reply, though. His eyes...oh god, those eyes...a gorgeous mix of cherry and mahogany; it never took me more than a few seconds to get lost in his eyes when they peered my way. “Princess,” his voice chimed through my foggy brain. “Are you okay?”

A smile took its seat across my lips and I nodded. “Yes, sweetheart.”

“What were you daydreaming about?”

I blushed a bit, trying to ignore my racing heart. A light bulb lit up my clouded mind, though. “I was thinking of heading to bed soon.”

CC chuckled, “Aww, is the wine making you sleepy? Okay, Princess, go on upstairs. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” He took my glass and set it next to his on the table, then stood, grasping my hands in his, and helped me to my feet. I hugged him tightly, feeling his muscles tense and his heartbeat begin to speed up. CC kissed the top of my head. “Good night, baby.”

Pulling out of the embrace, my eyes locked with his as I whispered, “Good night, Master,” smirking a little though his expression didn’t phase. That disappointed me a little, but I internally shrugged, pretty sure he had heard me.

About an hour had passed since I came up to bed and my patience was wearing thin. Did he hear me?, I pondered. A gentle sigh passed my lips as I sat up in bed and glanced out the window. Everyone’s cars were still here. Growing frustrated, I strolled over to the computer and pulled up the internet. If he wouldn’t help me, I’d help myself. I pulled up a BDSM threesome on a porn website, and as soon as the girls on the video began moaning, I felt my own sex beginning to drip with desire. My hand slipped down into my black, lace panties, the tips of my fingers teasing my clit, causing me to bite my lip as my breath hitched in my throat. Though I was slightly irked that I had to take care of myself, my brain still drifted to CC and how he could fuck me harder than the man in the video was doing to the girls. After all, “drummers hit it harder,” right?

Before too long, I heard the door creak open. Since I had said my good nights to everyone downstairs, I didn’t turn around, assuming it was CC’s pug puppy. I gently pulled my panties to the side, sliding half of my middle finger inside of my incredibly hot entrance. Just then, a pair of hands emerged from behind me, grabbing my breasts a little roughly. Glancing down and noticing the black nails, I smirked and shooed his hands from my chest.

I could almost hear his heart drop. “But Princess!” CC almost whined. “All I’ve been thinking about since you left is helping you, and now I’m horny too!”

I chuckled to myself, ignoring his plea and continued fingering my sweet sex, knowing the scent of my pheromones was driving him insane. He tried reaching for me a few more times, each attempt being brushed away. I wanted his control and irritating him just enough would, hopefully, make that happen. Feeling his hand start to travel between my legs, I stood and strolled into the bathroom, making my hips sway teasingly, and shut the door right in his face.

“God damnit, Y/N!” CC banged on the door. “Open up! You made me even more horny! I need to touch you! Fuck! At least let me help you!”

“Don’t worry!” I called. “I’m almost done!” My cruelty took over and I began moaning loudly, not even touching myself anymore.

As I pretended to reach my climax, CC finally realized the door was unlocked and hurried in. An evil look sparked behind his eyes once he figured out what I was doing. He picked me up, cradling me to him tightly, and whispered, “So...my princess wants to be mean?” CC gazed into my eyes as he laid me down onto the bed and crawled on top of me, straddling my waist. He reached under the bed, grabbing the numerous links of rope we had stashed away, and tied my wrists and ankles to the bed posts. “Alright, Princess,” he growled low enough to make me shudder, “let’s see if you like how mean I can be.”

A small gasp escaped my throat, feeling his half-hard length press against my thigh. I almost cried out when he stood and left the room. I tried to steady my breathing; his leaving made me a little nervous because god knows what he would bring back. CC returned with a candle; a small, metal wand; and his leather, fingerless gloves. He set the candle and the wand on the nightstand, strapping on his gloves and lighting the wick. I squirmed and whimpered a little, wishing I could touch his now shirtless, toned chest. Unfortunately, though, my motion didn’t go unnoticed.

CC smirked down at me and slid his black bandana off of his head. “Now, now, Princess,” he taunted as he untied the material and wrapped it around my head at my mouth to be used, I assumed, as a gag. “There’s no need for restlessness. All you have to do is beg.”

My noises were muffled against the cloth, making me even more frustrated than before. I knew that form of begging wouldn’t be sufficient enough for him, so I let my body relax for a moment to prevent the knots from tightening.

He laughed as I struggled to get free, to beg for his mercy, aching for my release. CC wouldn’t allow it just yet, though, making me both hate and love him that much more. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a decently sized pocket knife, flipping it open, and carefully trimmed my bra and panties away. “My naughty little girl…” he almost whispered in awe as he noticed how much of my juices had flowed onto my panties. CC dipped the tip of his finger into one of the puddles, then licked it off slowly, keeping full eye contact with me.

I squirmed under him. I needed my Master inside of me desperately, but he made sure I wouldn’t have any way coaxing him into submission as I’d done time and time again. He never could resist how my words made him feel and I knew it.

Snapping out of my head, I noticed CC press the blade to his wrist, opening himself just enough for a small puddle of blood. He held it to my lips and commanded, “Drink.” I happily obliged, sinking my teeth into his flesh around the cut, lapping up the liquid, crimson metal with my tongue.

His chest began to heave as he moaned and tilted his head back, gently grinding his clothed shaft against my soaking slit. It barely protruded my entrance, but it was enough for me to feel CC’s own precum staining his boxers.

I bit into the cut, hoping the pain would help him lose himself to ecstasy. His head snapped forward, a somewhat playful frustration in his eyes. Had I not decided to be so mean, he probably would have entered me. Damn, I thought, I should’ve thought that through…

CC pulled his wrist away and backed up just enough to remove his boxers, revealing his fully hard, throbbing erection. Returning between my legs, he lined up with my entrance and pushed his hips forward. He filled me up to the point where I could have climaxed from another deep, slow thrust. Just as CC pulled back, almost completely out of me, he stopped and reached for the candle, the tip of his cock resting inside my entrance.

I cried out, trying to move my hips to make him go deeper, but he had tied me down too well. You little bastard, I mentally cursed at him.

Staying inside of me, he smirked, “Am I mean yet, Princess?” As I nodded, CC thrusted into me at an extremely slow, torturous pace and began pouring the wax all over my body. The muscles in my belly clenched, a cry escaping from my throat. It was almost too mean. I wanted him to stop and just let me have my release, but, at the same time, I wanted to freeze this moment in time and relive it forever.

Once the wax was used up, CC set the candle aside, now fully rested in me, and grabbed the wand. My eyes grew wide. An electrocution wand. My heart rate started to elevate to a dangerous level but I couldn’t bring myself to say no. This toy was new and I desperately wanted a taste. I could hear the low hum of the wand as he turned it on to a small voltage.

Sincerely, CC remarked, “If this is too much, Princess, you need to let me know.” I nodded in understanding. He cautiously pressed the tip of it to my arms for practice. It tingled deliciously against my flesh, making me moan gently. CC smiled and continued to press the tip to various sections of my torso, biting his lip a little harder each time I moaned. “Would you like it here?” he asked, brushing his fingertips against my hips.

I managed a nod, the muscles in my pussy clenching around his incredible length. He pressed the tip of the wand to my hips and inner thighs, moaning in time with me, indicating that he could feel it too. CC gently started thrusting, making me whimper softly.

He suddenly tossed the wand aside and untied my wrists and ankles, simultaneously pulling out of me and flipping my body over onto my stomach, pulling my ass into the air. His hand shot down onto my rear, the leather gloves sharpening the pain beautifully. I cried out against the gag, arching my back a little to push into him.

CC finally gripped my hips, pulling me back into him, his throbbing cock penetrating my entrance, and began ramming into me. I gripped the sheets tightly, ripping them a bit. Noticing my pleasure, he grabbed my wrists, holding them behind my back with one hand, his other hand striking my ass sharply and hard. I didn’t even fight him; he felt too good inside of me. CC, keeping my hands bound, grabbed my hair, pulling my torso back against his chest, surprisingly now able to thrust deeper into me.

He moaned my name into my ear, dotting kisses along my neck and jaw, the thrusts speeding up considerably. “Cum for me, Princess,” CC whispered almost breathlessly against my skin. The command was all I needed. My orgasm washed over me, drowning me in bliss. Trembling almost violently, I could feel myself growing light-headed, but I remained upright as CC finally reached his peak. Knowing I was on the pill, he shot his seed so far inside of me, I could almost feel the warmth in my belly. We collapsed together on the bed, CC taking a minute to recompose before sliding out of me, some of our mixed ecstasies gushing from my entrance.

He removed his gloves and laid beside me, pulling my body tightly against his. “I hope I didn’t hurt you, Princess.”

I chuckled almost breathlessly and kissed his perfectly sculpted lips. “Can we do it again?” We both busted out laughing, obviously too tired to continue.

CC stroked my hair. “I love you, Princess, but how about we do it again after we get some rest?” A smile beamed on my face, then I nuzzled into his chest, falling asleep to the harmony of our breath, anticipating who would be in control tomorrow.

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