Vivian and I were half-watching a movie on the couch, just decompressing from a long frustrating week. She was stroking my leg and my neck, nuzzling me with her head. I wrapped by arm around her and gently massaged her ass in that way I knew she liked.
At the same time, she seemed a little nervous. She had an air of trepidation about her like someone who had something to say but was working up the nerve to say it. Finally, she sat up, downed the rest of her wine and straddled my lap. I leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back. "Wait."
"What is it?"
"Tonight..." her voice trailed off for a moment. "I want it rough."
"Mmmm. Really?" I grinned, leaning in and nibbling her neck.
She pushed me back against the couch. "Like, scary rough. My safe word is pumpkin, nothing I say or do that does not include the word "pumpkin" should give you cause to stop."
"Okay. I can do that."
A brief smile flitted across her lips, equal parts evil and playful. "You sure of that?" she demanded, slapping me across the face in a defiant and challenging move. "I don't just want you to slap my ass a little bit. I want you to fuck me like you own me. Use me, degrade me. I want you to make me scream," as she continued her list of demands she kept shoving me in the chest and thrusting her hips into me. "If I tell you to stop, you go harder. I say "no" you fuck that word right out of my mouth. If I start to cry wipe my tears with your cock and make me taste them off of you."
The intensity of her request had set off a storm of emotions. Lust, obviously. Then bewilderment at the seemingly out-of-the-blue specificity of her desire. And I'd be lying if her shoving and slapping wasn't starting to piss me off a little bit.
"That is if you think you can do it." she said, suddenly adopting a patronizing baby talk voice that revved my anger up several more notches. "Or do you just want to make sweet gentle love to me like I'm a dainty little princess all the time, huh? Maybe you're the dainty little princess. Have you got what it takes to fucking break me?" She punctuated this last bit slashing her nails across my cheek and laughing when I checked to confirm that he had drawn a little blood.
That was it. I grabbed a fistful of hair with one hand and wrapped the other around her throat as I turned and pinned her under me on the couch. Suddenly her demeanor changed as she began back pedaling on her bold talk. "I was just playing! I was teasing, that's all."
I didn't hear any mention of pumpkin, and so I pushed further. "That's your thing isn't it. You like being a little prick tease? Well tonight, I'm taking everything you ever promised and more." I slid my hand from her throat to the top of her t-shirt. Still holding her down by the fistful of hair, I ripped her the front of the shirt off of her, revealing her round full breasts that were always such a source of pleasure for us both. I immediately took one nipple in my mouth sucking and nibbling until it was hard and red. The other I pinched roughly twisted slighting back and forth.
She let out a primal moan that turned to a scream as I bit down and pinched harder looking for actual pain. I let go and leaned back to look at my handiwork. Her nipples were erect and screaming red. Her body and cheeks a little flush. A slight sheen of sweating already glistening on her neck and belly.
My head swam with all the things I wanted to do to her. The obvious use of her mouth and pussy would have to wait. I wanted to keep her guessing, disoriented. Clearly she wanted to change things up a bit. Who was I to deny her?
I grabbed her by the back of the neck and sat her up on the couch. Still cradling her head in my hand, I started unbuckling by pants and pulled out my cock. She instinctively opened her mouth, expecting the face fucking that I would inevitably be giving her...later.
"Spit on your tits." I ordered her.
"What?" she asked, genuinely confused.
I slapped her lightly across the face for her questioning my instruction. "I am going to fuck your tits, and I would prefer not to chafe my cock while I do so. Now, spit on your chest or I'll do it for you." I finished undressing as she worked up a mouth of saliva and let it drool between her breasts.
I stepped closer to her. "Hands behind your back." She complied. I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them together around my cock as I started thrusting between them. "Look at me while I'm using you," I instructed. She looked up at me expectantly. "You're a good little fuck toy, you know that? So many way for me to use you."
Vivian must have been getting bored, because she swerved back to her earlier provoking tactics. "I could see why you like fucking my tits. No expectation of getting me off."
I popped my dick out from between her tits, and shoved it in her mouth to the hilt. I held my full length in, pressing against the back of her throat. "There's no expectation of making you cum when you suck my cock either. As a matter of fact, I never need to make you cum. I'm not the piece of fuckmeat. You are. I'm not here for your pleasure. You're here for mine." Vivian's eyes were starting to water and she was starting to gag and sputter for air at the same time. I pulled out, giving her a chance to breathe and drop the safe word if need be.
She didn't. Instead she looked me in the eyes and called me an asshole. I sat on the couch and dragged her across my knee. I laid a few hard swats across her ass, before grabbing at the seam of her satin pajama bottoms. I ripped the seam open wide enough to reach my hand in, slid my fingers between her legs and into her soaking wet cunt. She squirmed and clenched her legs with pleasure, but I was only there for some lube.