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The Art of Control (m/f) Sexual Content

april

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It began with a message; he was looking for his mystery girl, a girl who had been on his mind for a year now ever since he had caught sight of her at the event. She had worn a black and white corset to the tasting; they were his colors and she was his type. He was picky, he could afford to be. At six foot, his body was lithe and catlike and muscled in all of the right places. His blond hair was always perfectly done except for the occasional unruly curl that would fall playfully against his forehead. Many a girl would kill to brush it aside with her fingertips. He was what this generation would call a beautiful man with his piercing blue eyes, panther like physique and sleek cut suits. But behind the outward perfection hid a darkness; a man who wore many masks he could easily switch out depending on the situation, a gentleman who was no angel and an angel who was no gentleman.

She was searching for her Dom, a search that thus far had proved fruitless. What she wanted, no, needed was to be controlled; a level of control that proved to be too daunting for the average and ordinary. Every individual she ran into, every potential, she had the power. All it took was a smile and she had her way. What she sought was a particular brand of monster; it would take more than just confidence but a quite intelligence; a dark soul and borderline madman. What she wanted was a high functioning sociopath. She had seen him at the tasting, quietly standing against the wall, his expression unreadable and he looked at her for a moment with a devious glint in his eyes and she smiled. He did not smile back but quietly continued to observe her with that same prowling glint in his eyes…and she knew. But on that day it was not meant to be because on that day an abnormal shyness got the better of her and she left the event not long after that fleeting moment.

And then a year later she received his message. By chance a mutual friend had liked a picture of hers on a popular social media site and it had showed up in his feed. Their search had ended and the journey together began…

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The rope had been strategically tied against her body in beautiful patterns. Celtic knots graced each breast, her nipples being gently tugged at their center. The soft dyed hemp hugged her tightly just above and below her ribcage which was in stark contrast to the ties against her arms and wrists which allowed a few inches of movement. Her legs had been loosely immobilized just above her knees once again to allow for restricted movement.

She stood there waiting quietly as he lay casually on the bed observing the patterns of dark purple rope against her pale skin. When their eyes finally met he smiled; there was no warmth present in that smile but instead it conveyed a predatory acknowledgement. A sing song voice danced in her mind and she could just imagine him playfully chanting “I’m gonna get you.” Forgetting herself for a moment she giggled at the thought. The sound only brought forward his stern face warning her to remain silent. He meant for her to giggle but only by his hand and on his terms; anything outside that realm was off limits.

He watched her patiently for several more minutes. She stood there almost awkwardly; her eyes downcast, too afraid to meet his again for if they did she would beg for his touch and earn a spanking for her insolence. Finally he pushed himself up with the arm that had been casually resting against his forehead and approached her with a silent sternness. His hand reached for her and pinching her chin sharply between two long fingers he jerked her face upwards to meet his gaze. Fear averted her eyes and he carelessly pinched her chin again, this time getting her complete attention along with her worried gaze. The lines of his face were hard set but did not distract from his beautiful features and when his eyes softened and a thumb gently brushed her lower lip she quietly moaned in response. He leaned forward and nuzzled and growled against her ear. Goosebumps immediately raced across her flesh and her breath hitched as she shivered from the tickling sensations. This continued until her entire body trembled under his touch and in one swift fluid move he had her face down on the bed, her face buried into the pillow and his hand snaked around the back of her neck holding her there. Air was quickly running out of her lungs and her please for release came out muffled and weak. Finally letting loose the grasp at her neck she sucked in a much needed breathe of air as he gently ran a hand down the base of her spine, letting his fingers dance lightly across warmed flesh. The contrast in sensations jolted her nervous system and what should have been a giggle to escape her lips, instead became a low breathy moan. He laughed softly in approval to her wanton response.

His hand came down hard against her exposed bottom, the sharp crack of the smack resonating throughout the room. This was quickly followed by two more hard smacks to the opposite cheek. She cried out and wiggled against her bonds in protest but before she could fully register the change in sensations, his hands were at her upper rib cage and fingers none to gently biting into the sensitive flesh. Squeals of laughter poured from her mouth and her struggling became more pronounced. She immediately felt the knots encompassing her nipples tighten and a jolt of pleasure ran from breast to **** and back again. Her laughter became broken by short cries of pleasure which did not escape the notice of her tormentor.

“You weren’t expecting that were you my love? The knots tighten the more you struggle. The more you struggle the more pleasure you will feel and you will…until you’re miserable with it.”

His fingers continued their relentless scourge further down her ribs, expertly probing between each one without hesitation bringing her laughter to new and terrible heights. The constant pinching of the rope against her nipples was feeding the delectation spreading between her thighs. Her **** flooded with moisture; the heat that culminated there was quickly becoming unbearable and the meaning of his words began to sink in. She knew that she would be begging for sexual release before too long and the knowledge that he had only begun to play with her brought tears of frustration to her eyes. The stinging bite against her ass brought her out of her momentary purgatory. Her body stiffened as his teeth clamped down harder; the depths of which would leave a bruise for at least a week. Moments later his strong arms enveloped her small frame as he quickly turned her over. The cool sheets beneath her brought a temporary relief to her vexed bottom but the momentary reprieve would not last long.

“Now then, enjoying yourself love?” he asked this far too quietly; his smile too predatory.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to have a taste love. Just a taste.” The innocence of his tone frightened and titillated her more than anything thus far for she knew what he intended to do.

“No wait! Wait!”

His mouth descended upon her already worked over ribs. They were tender and fully prepared for this seemingly innocuous attack. His gentle nips started out slowly. Her breath hitched as she scooched her upper body from side to side furtively attempting to evade that clever mouth. He matched her movements precisely and within seconds she found herself in a fit of erratic giggling.

“No, please! No!”

He stopped and his head snapped up to catch her gaze and his confused expression immediately had her worried.

“Am I hearing you correctly? Are you telling me no?”

She bit her lip and shook her head vigorously from side to side.

“Because I’m confused, who exactly is in charge here?”

Before she could answer he resumed the attack with renewed vigor, snarling and growling in the process. Giggles were a distant memory as the wicked sensations consumed her body in relentless waves and uproarious laughter took its place.

“Stop! Stop! I can’t, please I can’t! I can’t take it!”

Her cries for mercy fueled him on, feeding his desire to exact control. This was what he needed of her; his outlet to tame the monster within. His head dipped lower towards her hips and he nuzzled her flesh with course stubble and soft trembling kisses. She began to thrash and twist, the knots at her breasts once again gently tugging at her over sensitized nipples. His mouth reached her hip bones and he nipped at each one as his hands came into play pinching her kneecaps and thighs in unison. Desperate screams replaced laughter and heat once again flooded the area between her thighs with a swift revenge. She was about to scream out her safe word when he abruptly stopped. Her body trembled and her breath came in short ragged pulls as he waited patiently for her to calm down. Minutes slowly ticked by as her body normalized and the only thing that remained was the urgent frustration still present in her nether region.

Her strength had all but left her body when he flipped her over once again this time sliding a large body pillow beneath her tummy as to raise her bottom several inches off of the bed. She made no sounds of protest as he continued to position her body to his liking. He sat up behind her and casually placed a leg between her thighs as he gently kneaded her buttocks. The sudden pressure she felt against her eager sex had her wiggling against him almost immediately. He raised a hand and slammed it down carelessly and gently laughed as she whimpered weakly in protest.

“Don’t move.” He warned. When she stilled he grabbed her hips and gently pushed her against his thigh. He continued to push her against him in slow precise movements. His pace was too slow for her liking and she found herself pushing eagerly back. He stilled her and she braced herself for another wallop.

“I told you not to move,” he hissed as he snaked his fingers against her hip bones “but if that’s what you want to do, far be it for me to stop you.” With that his fingers dug in and her hips thrust backwards wildly. Her laughter was broken and pitiful. She was being forced to wiggle against him, the pleasure in her **** building and screaming for release. Moaning quickly replaced laughter and euphoria washed through her as the orgasm took over and he could feel the drawn out pulses against his leg. Within moments she was completely spent and she lay limp on the bed satiated and calm. He gently maneuvered around her and drew her softly against him.

“Good girl.” He whispered into her ear as he kissed her sweetly on the top of her head.

“Thank you sir.” She softly answered back but ruined the moment with a hiccup which had them both laughing in the aftermath.


The End
 
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