Chapter 8 - Vanilla, my ass!
Content warning: Consensual rough sex, bondage
Thomas stood at the door waiting for me, watching me undress the rest of the clothes I had on. He traveled with an ardent look all over my body, soaking me in. I don't know if I ever felt more alive, alluring, and eager. I went to him and kissed him, trying to force him into the door frame when he yanked my hair down, and I, with a scream, knelt before him.
"What the fuck?!"
"Manners, baby."
"You love it when I fight you."
"Yes, I do. I have to say you are the first to get me this hot, fighting me like that. Still, I have different plans, so turn off that hunter's attitude. You are now the prey. The sooner you accept it, the less it will hurt."
"Maybe I like it to hurt."
"Then I can still get back to fuck you dry. Your choice. You can change it anytime."
"And what if I overpower you?"
I know I could. It would be painful and challenging, but I am sure I could have a chance.
He leaned to me closely, licked my lips, and moved to my ear. Then, in a deep husky voice, he said only: "Then we will never know what it would be like."
His look got severe. I got the message. I wanted to be fucked. I knew that. Maybe he is right. Perhaps I should be grateful he wants my first time to be less painful than a raging struggle for dominance ending with my hole ripped apart.
I nodded. "Very well, Thomas, you are in charge."
He kissed me tenderly.
"Good boy."
Fuck I nearly forgot how hot this was! I shivered.
He let go of my hair and showed me with his hand to go in. I stood up and went to bed.
"I don't remember the last time I saw a bed with poles."
I stopped next to the nearest one and touched the hardwood. I explored that black rope tied to it. It was very soft to touch, and I fondled it between my fingers.
"Canopy. Well, I find them very useful."
He stood behind me, and I could sense his heat radiating on my back. Then he leaned even closer, and I felt the tip of his dick leaking on my buttock, and his chest pressed on my back. Then, after a little while, he took the rope from behind me and started wrapping it around my wrist at a mesmerizing rhythm.
"Are you going to tie me down?"
"Yes."
"Didn't you want to ask me first?"
"No," he looked into my eyes with strange intensity.
I smirked.
"They feel nice."
"They do." He was also smiling. I liked his smile.
I felt drunk from his presence. I slowly put my head on his shoulder, watching him. He looked at me and kissed me lightly as he finished tying my hand.
"Lay on your back."
I did, and I could see that he knew what he was doing. The length of rope he left was just perfect for me to spreadeagle in the middle of the bed.
"What would you do if I chose the slut option?"
"I would hope you really want that, cos I would dry-rape your ass right there. Then I would fight you hard, drag you over here, and tie you down."
"You take a pretty long time to tie this. I think I would be able to fight you on that."
"Sure, but you have no idea how much pain you'd already be in from that dry fuck. I don't suppose anything else than your fingers were in your hole."
He looked up from my wrist as if to expecting an answer.
I nodded.
"Right, and I suppose you used some kind of lube."
"Yes."
"How many did you get in?"
"What?"
"How many fingers have you got in?"
"Two mostly, once three."
"In that case, I don't know if you would stand a chance fighting me. It could be fun if you would really enjoy things like that, but I am glad you haven't chosen it. I would feel bad... a little."
"Only a little?"
He moved to my legs and sat between them, running his hands on my claves covered by thick dark hair.
"You would choose, not me."
"Still, how would you expect me to let you tie me and just lay here after I would be raped? I would be furious as fuck, and I would try to beat you down."
"Well, you would be able to choose again, lay still, and be tied nicely with these, or I have another much less comfortable option. Tell me." He looked into my eyes, amused. "What do you think you'd choose?"
He liked playing this mind game with me. I could see it in him.
"I think that would depend on how much pain you are talking about. But indulge me, please. What would my option be if I'd chosen to fight?"
He leaned over me and bent above my head. He reached somewhere. When I looked after his hand, I saw him holding a tight red rope with a little noose at the end. Fuck. He put it in my palm for me to feel the tightness and roughness of the material. Fuck, with how thin it is... it would be torture.
"One like this is ready for each limb."
"Fuck! You are a sadist!"
"Yes, I am."
He looked intently into my eyes. I started to shake from that look. Judge all you want - I fuckin loved it!
"I warned you I am not the best option for you to be your first."
The fucked up thing was that I was not shocked. Just turned on... A lot! Still, part of me worried a great deal. So that's what Thomas meant when he said I am not ready.
"What are you going to do to me now?" I asked with dazed eyes watching him sit between my legs, scanning me.
"Deflower you." He said slowly, looking at my hairy pecs.
I grunted. "I am not a fucking woman!"
"That seems to be an issue for you." He looked into my eyes with a query.
"I pride myself on being the masculine type. Always have."
"Yet now, you are my bitch." He said with a leer.
Fuck... I realized he was right. I turned away in shame.
"Is that a hard limit?" I heard his voice.
"What is?" I looked at him.
"Emasculation."
"I don't like it. It makes me feel exposed, and it's enraging me."
"That wasn't my question."
"Then what do you mean under a hard limit?"
"What you absolutely will not do, something that's non-negotiable."
"Well..." I thought for a moment. "I guess it's not a hard limit. I just don't like it."
"Good. Can you think of one?"
"Hard limit?"
"Yes"
"Why?"
"Cos I want to respect that."
"How noble," I said mockingly.
"I like to inflict pain to those willing, not to push the boundaries of those who are not."
"As I said. How noble."