Di Chi

“Mmmm. Fuck. You're so good at this,” you moan, carding your fingers through your boyfriend's hair.

Dom looks up from between your thighs, his face shiny with your slick, eyes shining. “Ya taste so fookin’ good, love. I could stay down here forever.”

You gently push his face back down, “but unfortunately you can't. You have stuff to do tomorrow.”

Dom crooks the pair of fingers inside you, making you gasp as he lifts his face again. “What's the rush, love? We got all night.”

His fingers continue to brush against the wall of nerves inside you, making you squirm and gasp.

“You need your rest,” you pant. “You know how to make me cum, so do it already.”

Dom's fingers still inside you, his eyes darkening with a dangerous hunger. “Oh, love, yer gonna wish ya hadn't said that.”

He withdraws his fingers from you, making you whine from the loss of sensation and grabs your thighs, tugging you down towards the end of the bed.

"What are you doing?”

He's fiddling with something and you gasp when he finally drags it into sight, your thighs clenching together.

A pair of velcro cuffs positioned at either corner of the bed, they match another pair at the head of the bed.

Dom lightly traces a finger along your ankle bone as he gazes at you. “What are your words, love?”

You swallow hard. This check in serves multiple purposes, firstly to make sure you have an understanding on what your words are, secondly to give you the option to back out. Your bratty demands have turned on his dominance switch and he wants to play.

You shiver. Dom's eyes remain locked on your face, his finger gently tracing your skin. You swallow again. Try to loosen your tongue. “Green is good. Yellow is I need a break. Red is stop.”

You're giving him permission, letting him take control, it's a heady feeling.

Dom's eyes light up and his light touches turn possessive, demanding as he manhandles you into position, legs spread wide, ankles tied down to the corners of the bed. Exposed. Vulnerable. A specimen of nerves and pleasure for him to study and experiment on.

He restrains your wrists too, leaving you in a helpless X shape, body stretched taut.

Dom kneels between your spread legs, his arousal beginning to show through his sleep pants, eyes dark and hungry as he gazes at you like he's ready to devour you whole.

You shiver with anticipation as he bows his head back between your thighs, his hot breath ghosting over where you're still wet and sensitive from his earlier attention.

He looks up at you, his mouth inches from where you need him, his eyes framed by dark eyeliner and thick lashes, it's absolutely sinful.

"I'm gonna have fun with you, love,” he murmurs. “Though you may not think so by the time I'm done with ya.”

He pulls his mouth away from your core and leans forward, kissing you, his tongue sweeping into your willing mouth with ease, one hand braced by your head, keeping his body from touching yours, from providing any relief, any friction.

Dom's other hand skims over your body, feather-light touches designed to drive you mad. He traces each rib, down one side and then up the other, under the swell of each breast, down a path between them stopping just above your clit.

His mouth soon joins the assault, his lips dragging from your lips to feast along the side of your jaw, down the side of your throat, across your collarbone.

Dom pays special attention to the sensitive joint of your jaw, just below your ear and the hollow of your throat as he maps you with his mouth.

He's absolutely everywhere, his scent in your nose, the heat of his body, his lips on your body, his tongue, his fingertips, his fluffy hair brushing your skin.

It's maddening; to have him so close, but not where you want him, where you need him most.

You arch into the currents of sensation he teases out of you, the pleasure-pain mix of his mouth, the shivers and shudders the brush of his fingertips brings.

You can feel, even without being able to close your thighs that you're absolutely drenched now, dripping from how aroused you are, soaked in his attention, throbbing for more.

His fingers stop their exploration of your body and curl deep into your hair, pulling your head to the side, exposing the side of your neck.

You gasp, tiny pinpricks of pain shooting through you. And then his mouth is back on the side of your neck, biting, sucking, licking, marking you.

You writhe in your limited mobility, gasping, an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure, of heat and arousal surge through you, making you wetter, making your desire grow.

Dom uses his grip on your hair, punishing in its pull and tightness to turn your head the other way, continuing to mark you, until at last he's satisfied and releases your hair, sitting back on his heels, mouth wet and swollen, eyes dark, feral.

He lifts a single, deliberate finger and runs it, slowly, devastatingly light along the outside of your soaked folds from bottom to top, the blunt end of his nail just barely flicking your clit as he scoops his finger up and away, covered in your slick.

You whimper at the contact, at the brief relief it provides, your chest heaving, skin flushed, eyes locked on his finger as he lifts it to his mouth and sucks it clean, his eyes fluttering shut with rapture. “Mmmmm. So fookin’ wet for me already. Tastes fookin’ divine.”

Your pussy spasms around nothing, clenching on nothing but open air, desperate for his touch to return.

Dom lowers his face again, his hot breath billowing over you.

You whimper, your nails digging into your palms as you try to hold back the need rising in your throat.

He drags his tongue, flat and hot and wet along the same path his finger took, drawing a cry from you. Dom swipes his tongue over his lips, reveling in your taste. “Gonna eat ya until ya cry, love. But not yet.”

This time you can't hold back the need, it spills out of your lips, “more. More. Please. Please, I need more.”

Dom chuckles, a low dangerous sound, “you'll get more, love, jus’ gotta be patient.”

He leans back over you, one hand bracing, the other tracing your breast, drawing lazy circles on your skin with his fingertips.

Then his mouth is on you, his lips wrapping around the stiff peak of your nipple, suckling hard. The lazy circles of his hand become a more deliberate pressure, squeezing your breast, rubbing your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling lightly, pinching.

Your back arches, pressing your breasts more firmly into his touch, your mouth falling open, eyes squeezed shut, your body a live wire, squirming and twisting in your bonds.

His mouth leaves you, a final scrape of teeth against the sensitive flesh drawing a gasp from you. And then he's covering your other nipple with his mouth, his hands swapping positions, drawing you closer to the edge.

Your body arches into his, your head tipped back, a low moan escaping your lips. “Dommmmm."

Then he's kissing you, swallowing your moans, his body flush against yours from hip to chest, his arms braced near your head. You groan into his mouth at the delicious friction, at the sensation of his body on yours, the perfect weight, his chest bare against yours, the fabric of his sleep pants soft against where you're soaking and sensitive, his arousal pressing against you.

You roll your hips up, into his, desperate for more, feeling the slick slide of your soaked folds against his cock, still trapped by soft fabric.

Dom breaks the kiss as you continue to roll against him, completely lost in the sensation, your head tipping back, eyes shut, mouth open, soft pants of breath escaping you. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Mmm.”

He chuckles and grinds his hips down into yours, meeting the next roll of your hips. “Look at ya, so desperate fer me, so fookin’ needy. Yer about fookin’ me cock thru me pants.”

You whine, unable to stop. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Then cum fer me, jus’ like this,” he demands, rolling his hips into yours again on the last word. “Fookin’ cum.”

You lift your head and kiss him hard until he starts kissing you back, your hips moving together, his at a steady pace, yours faster, more desperate. You're so ready to cum, so turned on it hurts, your body practically on fire from his attention, desperation making you sloppy and not care.

You're so close you can practically taste it, the ball of pleasure coiled so tightly inside you, you feel as though it could snap at any moment, but it doesn't. It just builds and builds and builds, making you more and more desperate, feeling as though you're burning alive, but it's just not enough. You whine and whimper and curse as your hips begin to slow and your head falls back in defeat.

Dom's hips stop their movement as well, his hips pressing yours into the bed, his rock hard cock a heavy weight against your folds. “Somethin’ the matter, love? I told ya to fookin’ cum and ya haven't yet."

You mutter something under your breath, petulant and frustrated.

Dom sits back on his ankles, between your thighs, as he considers you, lightly running a finger along your inner thighs. “I didn't catch that, love."

Your eyes are locked on the movement of his finger, your pussy throbbing with need, dripping with around, his sleep pants wet with your slick. “I-I.”

"Yes, love?” His thumb brushes over your clit and your entire body jerks.

“Fuck!” You cry out. “I couldn't do it. I need more. I need you. Please, Dom. Please.”

Dom's grin is wicked. “All ya had to do was say so, love.”

He shoves two fingers inside you, curling them against the bundle of nerves inside you, making you cry out, your back arching. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight, fast, perfect circles with the such perfect precision and pressure and that's all it takes, mere seconds and you're absolutely gone.

Your body bucking in your restraints, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure so pure it's nearly overwhelming from being on the edge for so long. And it just keeps going. Endless. Ruining. Pleasure.

Your body seizes and goes rigid, every fiber trembling as you cum a second time. You're crying now, absolutely overloaded from pleasure and Dom isn't stopping, his mouth is on you now.

His hot, wet, perfect mouth, suckling hard on your clit, his tongue performing an exquisite dance, his fingers digging into your ass as he holds you to him, forcing you to take it, to take all of it.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” you chant through your tears, feeling a new wave beginning to crest inside you. “Fuck. Dom. Ah. Fuck. DOM!”

Your vision literally whites out, everything fading away, leaving you utterly consumed by pleasure for a few heartstopping moments.

And then he's pushing inside you, still twitching and overly sensitive. He's thick, and hot and heavy inside you, helped along by the sheer volumes of your slick as Dom thrusts into you, the noises obscene as he fucks you, hard and fast and so fucking deep.

He's undone your ankle restraints and has them up on his shoulders, his grip bruising, his hips slamming into yours, eyes locked on you, watching your face, watching pleasure turn into pain and then back into pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head, nails digging into your palms, just so utterly fucking gone, drowning in it.

He's quiet as he watches you, lost himself, focused purely on you, purely on your reactions.He sees it on your face, in the way your body seizes, your pussy squeezing tight around him, and he shifts his grip to your ass, changing the angle.

It's devastating and perfect. He's so deep inside you now, each hard, perfect thrust hitting a spot that short circuits your brain.

Incoherent words spill from your lips, choked by tears.

Your back arches in his grip and you scream as you crash over the edge one final brutal, perfect, overwhelming time. His name on your lips, the only coherent thought you have.

The next thing you're aware of is the softness of the bed beneath you, the comforting weight of Dom's head on your chest, his hot breaths panting over your slowly cooling skin.

You blink away residual tears and lick your lips, trying to speak. “Dom?”

He lifts his head, his eyes soft and full of such love it's breathtaking. “Are ya alright, love?”

You take stock of your body, there's pain, yes, and your pussy throbs, still overstimulated, but mostly there's just an overwhelming feeling of boneless contentment and floatiness, like you're not completely settled in your body anymore. “Y-yes. I think so.”

Dom kisses you softly, his eyes still soft on you, “You did so fookin’ good, love. So fookin’ perfect for me. I'm gonna untie ya now and then I'll go start a bath for ya.”

His voice is soft, gentle, reassuring, almost as if he's speaking to a small child. It washes over you like a warm blanket, soothing your frazzled mind.

Dom slowly pulls out of you, watching your face as you wince, this simple act still almost too much for you. “Shhh, I gotcha, love.”

He frees your wrists, kissing the tender spots and then gathers you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest, murmuring softly as he carries you to the bathroom.

He sets you gently on the toilet while he starts the water, one hand on your shaking knee, helping to hold you steady.

Soon, the bath is ready and he scoops you back into his arms, ignoring your protests of being able to do it yourself, and steps into the tub himself, carefully settling down into the hot water, your body still cradled against his.

Dom slowly begins to scoop water over you, his hands sure and steady as he starts to gently wash you.

He kisses the top of your head. “I love you, my beautiful, broken, dirty girl. So fookin’ much. You did so good for me.”