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He dropped his bag on the floor.
It was good to be home, even though he was a few hours later than he’d planned. Weary from his travels, all he wanted was to throw on some pajama pants and crash. He called out a greeting to his girl. She was supposed to be here, waiting for him. He heard no sounds downstairs though. The house was dark, but for a light above the stove. He called out again.
“Babe? You home?”
Still no response.
He took the stairs up to the second floor, two at a time, and saw a faint light coming from their bedroom. He tiptoed up to the doorway and peered around the frame. There were candles lit everywhere. Or, they had been. Now there were only a few still burning, those that were large enough to last.
And there, lying on the bed, was his Rachel. She had fallen asleep waiting for him to get back. He flexed his fingers as he itched to trace the contours of her body. Her hair was straight and sleek, shining in the flickering light. The clothing covering her body glittered some by the candlelight as well.
The red silk top had pushed her heavy breasts up until they were almost spilling out from the top. And the matching booty shorts looked like a second skin covering her ass from his prying eyes. Completing her attire were fire engine red stiletto heels. Little sparkles, jewels he figured, dotted across the material.
Micah felt his cock start to stiffen. She’d never worn that outfit before. It must be new. And staring at it, hugging all her curves, he wanted to rip it from her body and fuck her six ways from Sunday. She would love it too, his little slut. She’d be begging him for it.
But she’d want to gets hers. And he didn’t know if he had the patience tonight to stay down between her thighs, lapping at her pussy until she was shaking and screaming his name. He wanted a good, hard fuck. He turned, thinking about just going and getting changed and crawling into bed without waking her.
Then he saw the gleam of the handcuffs.
If she’s tied up, he thought, she has no say in what I do.
Smiling to himself, he grabbed the cuffs from the dresser as quietly as possible and carefully walked over to the side of the bed. Should he use both pair? Keep her arms spread out? Or cuff them together, between one of the wrought iron posts on the headboard? She stretched out in her sleep, one hand reaching toward him.
Spread it is.
Securing her right wrist, he quickly moved around to the other side of the bed, snapping the cuff in place before she could wake up. The good thing about his Rachel… once she was out, she slept like the dead. He made a plan of action internally and then stepped back and stripped out of his clothes. He kicked off his shoes, socks, pants, shirt... everything.
Standing naked at the foot of the bed, he stroke himself a couple times as he stared at her sleeping form. Then he grabbed one of the tube of lube from their ‘goodie drawer’ and crawled onto the mattress. It dipped under his weight and she rolled slightly to her right. The cuffs clattered against the posts and he waited to see if she awoke. When there was nothing but a slight snore, he placed his other knee on the mattress and crawled up her body, straddling her.
The first thing he did was until the laces that kept her breasts contained in their shiny prison. With one pull the bow came undone and the length of cord loosened quickly. Her breasts sprang free and jiggled for a second. The sight gave him a new idea on how to wake her up. But first…
Reaching behind him, Micah pulled loose the strings on both side of her shorts so that he could flip the material down and get a clear view of her shaved pussy. Opening the tube, he put a squirt of the cool liquid on two fingers and then twisted his body so he could dip them between her nether lips. He felt the heat of her moist core and shuddered at the thought of sinking himself balls deep inside there.
He toyed with her for a moment, felt her breathing increase, and waited for her to open her eyes. But she just shuddered in her sleep and murmured his name. She must’ve been really tired to stay asleep this entire time.
Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he slid back down the bed. He spread her legs and bent her knees, settling himself between her thighs, his cock poised to enter her tight slit. Holding himself right outside her entrance, Micah reached forward with one hand and slapped her tit roughly. He watched her eyes fly open. In confusion and shock she tugged at her bound arms and yelled.
“What in the… OOOOHHHHH!”
Her sentence was cut short with a cry of surprise as he buried himself deep between her velvety folds. This was what he missed the most when he was out of town on business. He’d never been a one-woman man before her, but now… even though bitches that troll hotel bars for pity fucks didn’t interest him now. The only woman he wanted to be inside was this one.
“Oh god Micah!”
“Someone fell asleep before they could welcome me home properly.”
He pressed deep, bottoming out so that his balls rested against her ass crack. She had brought her legs up, cradling him between them and rocking her hips so that he got the best advantage. Her pussy quivered around him, sucking him, trying to keep him from pulling out. The friction she helped create was always so intense.
“I missed you baby,” she purred.
“Have you been a good girl?”
“Depends on your definition of good,” came the throaty reply.
Micah grasped her thighs and pushed them back, bending her body so that it was completely open to him. Then he set a brutal, punishing pace that bounced them on the bed. He stared at her breasts, swaying with his thrusts, and smiled as he listened to her cries of passion.
She loved it when he got this way. When he just took what he wanted. Her pussy begged him for it in the way her juices practically gushed from her slit. She was moaning and shaking as he hit her sweet spot again and again.
“Yes, take my cock you little whore. Mmmm, been keeping yourself busy while I was gone? Fucking yourself to thoughts of me?”
“Oh… god.. .Yes! Fuck me harder!”
Micah was only too glad to oblige her. He buckled down and gripped her hip with one hand, steadying himself as he pounded her, his thighs smacking against hers with each push and pull. She was babbling incoherently now, her arms still struggling to try and grab at him, her fingers clenching into fists like a cat that was purring with pleasure.
“I feel you cumming all over my cock you slut. Your little cunt is on fire for me, isn’t it? You want me to fuck you until you can’t stand it, until you’re begging for me to end the sweet torture.”
Rachel just nodded and screamed as he brought his free hand down to stroke over her clit. She jerked and twisted in an attempt to get away, but Micah held firm, pinching the bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it as he wrenched every ounce of energy from her.
His hips bucked, his breathing grew labored, and he stared into her eyes as he continued to thrust.
She was crying now, her tears of exhaustion pouring out as she begged for more. She whispered for him to give it to her, bang her little pussy until she was spent, and make her scream until her throat was sore. Her words spurred him on and as he reached his crest, he wanted to feel her body convulse for him once more.
“I’m going to come baby. I’m going to fill that pussy up with my cum. You want it, don’t you? You want to feel me shoot all of my cum in your tattered little hole. I want it too.”
Micah shifted slightly, letting her legs flop onto the bed as he speared himself deep again and again. She wasn’t really responding now, her body almost worn out completely from his laboring. But he knew how to make her lose it one final time.
Reaching down, he smacked her cheek a couple times, making sure she was still with him. A smile spread across her lips and she moaned after a particularly hard thrust. He slowed his pace, his fast, punishing thrusts now a slow, methodical slide. Each one bone-jarring in its intensity. He could hear her breath coming in short pants.
He slid his hand around her throat, flexing his hand around her throat. It didn’t hurt her, but the lack of oxygen, repeated and slow, would give her a light-headed feeling. As he neared his climax, his other hand pressed into her clit again.
“I want you to come once more for me whore. Cum on my fuckstick and I’ll give you that cum you want. Come on slut, scream for me.”
Pinching her hot button once more, he tightened his fist and listened to her strangled cry and she arched her back. Her body grew taut and her arms pulled at the cuffs. Then her entire form collapsed and as he felt her sweet cream flood around his cock he let her breath normally and grasped her hips, hamming three, four more thrusts. Then, buried inside her, as deep as humanly possible, he cried out her name as he shot jet after jet of his semen into her.
Micah pulled out of her, staring at her beat-up cunt. It was red and glistening, some of his cum already trying to spill out. Rachel mumbled a couple words, and he smiled at her thoroughly sated expression. He leaned down, getting ready to undo the handcuffs, but then he got another idea.
He chuckled to himself as he released her hands and flipped her limp body over. She was exhausted, and rightfully so, and she had pleased him beyond belief. But she had never answered whether or not she had been a good girl while he was gone. And that warranted a punishment. It would be better if she didn’t have a chance to try and sweet talk her way out of it.
Micah smiled and rebound her hands and placed a few of the pillows under her stomach. It put her ass in perfect position for a spanking, a thrashing, a fucking… or all three. As he watched his cum start to ooze from her cunt, he gently began to fondle himself, getting ready for round two.
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