3. Trapped.

“Fuck,” a soft moan slipped past my lips as I arched my back off the sturdy wall, pushing my hardening cock into his rough touches. He pressed his lips on mine, wrapping his arm around my back and pulling me toward him till there was no space between us.

His cock twitched in his suit pants and from the way it curved around his left thigh, I prepared my mind to limp to work. He snaked my frame till he found my hands in his hair, grabbed them and slammed me against the wall, pinning my wrists to the wall.

I groaned at the impact while he took the opening to shove his tongue into my mouth. His fat tongue assaulted my mouth, searching every crevice.

My cock pulsed, I wanted to feel everything about him, I wanted to rip the zipper from his pants and let his thick cock smack my face before he assaulted my mouth.

“Yes,” I groaned into the kiss when he ran his fingers along my bulge. He pressed my body flat against the wall and then pushed himself off me.

“Strip.” He repeated, his deep voice wafting into my ears. My body had a mind of its own because my fingers started working my belt buckle, pulling apart the head.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded and my eyes snapped toward him. I tugged my zipper down and shuffled out of my pants while staring at him. There was something unreadable in his eyes, an expression that made me want to do what he said.

I flung my shirt across the room and waited for his next instruction, “That too,” he pointed at my underwear. I hooked my thumb around the waistband and slowly pulled it down my legs, holding his lustful gaze.

“On your knees,” he demanded. I felt a chill engulf me, his tone affirmed that I had to obey him. He moved agonizingly slowly toward his drawer as I sunk.

I couldn't see it, but I could hear the clanging of metal. When he was within eye range, I could recognize the leash and the handcuffs. My eyes widened and snapped toward his again in curiosity.

“I-”

He grabbed my mouth, “You don't speak unless you're asked to speak.” I swallowed the rest of my words, letting him strap the collar around my neck.

“Open."

My mouth gently parted to meet his request. His throat bobbed and a thick wad of saliva fell from his mouth and hit my tongue. I swallowed it before he dragged the other end of the leash, pulling me along with him.

“Crawl.”

The cold air swept my body, making my cock twitch with each movement I made. He lifted me off the ground in a swift motion and slammed on the bed.

He pulled me toward the headboard and strapped my hands with the handcuffs on the metal rail. He snatched the tie from his neck, lifted my feet toward my head so my ass was pointing directly at him, completely exposed to him, then tethered my ankle to the bar.

The angle was becoming slightly uncomfortable because of how inclined my thighs were.

“Sir—”

My face stung with how hard he smacked it, and my eyes snapped back to his, widened in shock. The hit sent ripples directly to my cock, making it twitch.

“What did I say about speaking when I haven't asked you to speak?” His voice was low, almost guttural.

“I’m so—”

He smacked me again, shaking his head in disappointment.

“I might just have to punish you,” he fingered the buckle of his belt and ripped it from his pants. He stared at me as he wrapped the first length around his palm, raised it above his head and brought it down on my bare ass.

“Fuck!” I screamed, the pain shooting directly to my cock. Precum oozed from the reddening tip. Another hit and the pain was making me see stars, never in my life did I expect to feel so much pleasure from pain.

“Look at me,” he ordered, my eyes darted toward him, and my cock bobbed in affirmation as well. He stretched his finger and shoved the digits into my mouth.

“Suck,” I ran my tongue along his thick hands, coating it with as much saliva as my mouth would permit me to. He yanked his hands from my mouth and without warning, shoved his two fingers into my twitch hole.

I tugged at the restraint, the pain maddening. Tears broke from my eyes and slid down my face, I tucked my lip into my mouth, trying hard not to stay anything. He rotated his fingers before he pulled out softly then rudely shoved it back in.

The pain wasn't as intense as before, I could feel his tip rubbing against the right nerves. His fingers moved in quicker, rotating till he brushed against my prostate which made me groan.

He pulled out completely and my hole clenched, a sort of tribute to his fingers. I heard his zipper slide down and a shuffle of clothes before I felt the dry mushroom head of his cock poking against my hole.

My eyes widened and I struggled to meet his eyes, “lube, please,” I whispered in pain, afraid that he would hit me again.

He bent till his mouth was by my ear, his teeth nibbling at the exterior.

“Bad boys don't get lube.”

He shoved his entire cock into me.

I screamed and ached off the bed, my ankle and wrists burning from writhing. His fingers had loosened me but it didn't prepare me for the size.

He pushed himself off me and his hand snaked my torso, smearing the precum along my abs, till his hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing lightly. He pulled out completely and I winced at how sore I already was, then shoved it back in, the tip abusing my prostate.

“Ugh!” Was all I could muster as the pain and pleasure sent insane waves around my body. I knew I wasn't going to last with the assault on my prostate. My vision was spotting with the little air I was getting due to his hand on my throat but that seemed to add to the pleasure.

His thrusts were precise, hitting the same spot over and over again.

“I'm going to come!” I mustered.

“Don't come till I tell you to,” he breathed out his order.

I strained to hold the feeling, but he slammed into me two more times and I felt my core tighten, my balls shrunk and a sensation scurried along the tip of my cock, the thick ropes spewing.

"What did I say?" His voice was dangerously low, sending a chill down my spine.

He pulled out abruptly, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness. My body trembled, every nerve frayed. He moved to the drawer, and my chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as he pulled out a nipple clamp, a whip, and a thick dildo.

I swallowed hard. A slow, wicked chuckle rumbled from his throat.

“Oh, love,” he murmured, dragging the leather whip along my sensitive, overstimulated skin. "We’re just getting started.”