Paul lifted himself from my body, pushing my wrists firmly to the floor. "Stay," he commanded. I nodded. He moved slowly down between my thighs, parting my legs and raising them up and into my sides. He stared at my pussy for a moment, smelling my aroused scent as he watched my juices glisten in the firelight. Lowering his face to me he placed his tongue on my hole and slowly licked up my slit. His hot tongue sent more waves of pleasure throughout my body as he began a slow, torturous tasting of every inch of my pussy. He would dive his tongue inside my hole for a minute or two and then run it up my slit leisurely, repeating this several times while I whined and moaned.
I began to squirm under his grip on my legs, tempted to move my hands to the back of his head so I could end this teasing and flood his lips with my orgasm. Paul seemed to get the hint, finally moving his focus to my clit and sucking greedily. I arched my back as I grew closer to cumming, my breathing growing heavier and louder while I moved my body in rhythm to his mouth. He gripped my thighs tightly, pulling my pussy into him as my orgasm grew in my loins. I held my breath before my orgasm burst through me but he read my body language and pulled back from me, letting go of me altogether.
I collapsed on the floor, shocked. How could he stop right before I came?! I wanted to ask. Trying to keep my cool wasn't easy, but I knew I had to tread lightly. I agreed to submit; he knows I want to resist and so he wants to break me. Not today, I thought.
Paul got up from the floor and sat in the recliner, leaning back to get comfortable, all the while staring at me. I watched him move and waited for him to speak. After a moment he said, "Turn on the other lamp." I complied quietly, walking back to my spot in front of the fireplace for further instruction. He smiled, taking a moment to soak in his view of my hot, naked and very aroused body. "Lay on the couch and finish what I started."
My jaw dropped. This is not what I would have preferred, but as I thought about it I would enjoy him watching me get off. I sighed, walking over to the couch in front of him and laid on it facing the fireplace, propping my head on the edge over the arm under the lamp. Leaving one foot on the floor and putting the other on the couch, I sighed as I reached my hand down to my soaking wet pussy and slid two fingers inside, fucking myself gently to lube up my fingers. He was watching me intently so I licked those two fingers for show and moaned as I went to work on my clit, watching him watch me. I wasn't going to take my time; I have been throbbing since he left me shaking in the floor. Closing my eyes I moaned while I rubbed faster, my orgasm began building up inside me once again. He wasn't going to stop me now. I cried out when I came, legs twitching, breathing ragged. I could feel my juices running down my ass cheeks into the cushion. I relaxed my hand and fell back into the couch.
Once I caught my breath I glanced over at Paul. He was still watching me, stroking his hard cock and grinning. He raised an eyebrow. "How was that?"
I rolled my eyes and smarted off, "That was apparently something you couldn't do yourself."
"Oh, really?" he asked, irritated now. "You don't seem to get it yet. You're mine in a way no one will understand. I say how and I say when." He got up suddenly from the chair and lunged at me, grabbing me by the throat and lifting me up from the couch. Once I was on my feet he pushed me back down to the other side of the couch on my knees, holding my legs together with his knees and pressing my face into the cushions with both hands on the back of my neck. I coughed into the cushion, trying to turn my head to breathe as tears rolled from my eyes. He held me still with every ounce of strength he had, waiting for me to relax. He eventually let up on my neck with one hand, just enough for me to turn my head to breathe...and then scream as he drove his throbbing dick inside me as hard and fast as he could. I was suddenly reminded of that bed frame upstairs and then the pain as he fucked me hard and fast, both hands on my neck again as I continued crying. "Fucking whore," he growled at me. "You will regret that goddamn attitude. Your ass is mine." I didn't want to admit to myself that his cock felt so good inside me, but it did. I could cum again and again if he wasn't being so rough. He was so deep inside me I could feel him everywhere.
Paul continued fucking my pussy for at least a half hour, never letting up his powerful rhythm. I screamed several times to no avail; he surely enjoyed the sound of my pain. He said he would break me somehow and I could believe it. My entire bottom was sore but my punishment felt incredible through the pain. When he came he howled to the ceiling, moving his hands to my waist and squeezing me tightly, fingertips digging into my skin. He thrust his cock inside me a few more times, spilling every drop of his cum inside my hole. Pausing for several moments to catch his breath, he slowly released me and fell back onto the couch. I dropped my freed legs down onto the cushions and into the floor, my back aching somewhat from the sharp angle at which he held me at. I rolled over in the floor and sat down gently, looking around the dimly lit room while avoiding his face. He stood up and went back into the jacuzzi room without a word to me, leaving the door ajar behind him.
I felt like such a dirty whore laying there naked in that floor, his cum seeping from my fucked little hole. Unsure of whether or not I should join him, I considered my situation. He wants to abuse me and I want him to. But I want to show him there's more to pleasure than control. He told me last year after coming to his senses that he did not want to let go of the control with me again. Our circumstances have changed, though. I want more...so much more. I got up from the floor and walked silently into the room. He was back in the hot water, arms and head laying back on the edge. I stepped up and into the tub opposite him again and sat on the edge, the water bubbling around my knees. I was staring at him now. He lifted his head and looked at me, raising an eyebrow. I leaned back a bit and ran my hand down my belly to my mound, slowly spreading my legs and rubbed my hand lightly up over my pussy lips. "Make me cum again," I demanded softly.
Paul raised both eyebrows and smiled. He seemed to be pondering my request. After a moment he silently left his seat in the water and glided over to me, his face stopping inches from my clit. I watched him inhale my scent and look up at me from between my legs. The sight of him waiting to do as I bid made me throb hard. He stood up between my legs, his eyes meeting mine before he covered my lips with his. His mouth felt and tasted so good with hints of my juices from earlier crossing my tongue. He released my lips and sank back into the water, grabbing my ass from under my parted legs and latching onto my clit. I moaned, the waves of pleasure spreading hot and unrestrained throughout my body. He devoured me for over an hour in that tub, bringing me to climax eight times at least; I lost track.
When Paul surfaced from my soaking wet, throbbing pussy his face was covered with my cum. He kissed a sticky trail up my belly and across my breasts, latching on to each nipple as I squirmed under him. He came up to my neck, licking and kissing my sweaty skin before biting me tenderly. I shuddered under him, smiling as his breath tickled my ear when he spoke. "You're mine..." he whispered.
