Roll of The Dice

Jack stood up, and Vanessa let go of his hair, leaving him swaying slightly. "Hands behind your back," she ordered. He did as he was told. Vanessa opened a drawer on her bedside table and pulled out a leather blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. The handcuffs went on first, the cold steel biting into his skin, followed by the blindfold plunging him back into total darkness. She took another second to look him over, her eyes appreciative of the view her captive presented. Her hand moved to his cock, stroking down its length and then slipping to his heavy balls. He cringed as she squeezed them, a sharp jolt of pain cutting through his arousal.

"If you come inside me," she whispered, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "you will be cleaning it out. Do you understand?" He nodded, a desperate motion. "You will be cleaning me," she thought to herself, the mental image vivid and humiliating, "from my pussy and my arse."

She grabbed him by the balls, a firm, possessive grip, and pulled him forward until her butt was pressed firmly against the edge of the bed. She shimmied up, pulling him with her until she was lying back, her legs splayed wide open, inviting him into her warmth. He sighed as she guided his cock down to the slick, waiting entrance of her soaking cunt. He moved forward instinctively, eager to be inside her, his hips crushing her hand against her pussy in his haste.

"Stop!" she shouted, her voice sharp. He froze, pulling back slightly and hovering at the threshold. She clenched her inner muscles tightly, a grip that sent shivers of pleasure up his cock.. It took every ounce of his willpower not to thrust forward immediately. She leaned in, her hand reaching up to grab the leash dangling from his collar, yanking him down. "Now slowly," she commanded, her breath hitching slightly as the tip brushed against her opening. "Push it all the way in."

He obeyed, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried deep inside her. She let out a low, satisfied moan, her body relaxing as he finally filled her.

"Now slowly," she ordered through gritted teeth, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "Fuck me slowly, bitch. This is for me, not you."

He obeyed, his movements slow and steady, rocking gently enough to push her to the edge. She gasped as he slid in and out, her eyes rolling back in her head. If Jack could see her, if he saw the raw, unguarded pleasure on her face, he would realize that right now, in this moment, he could take control. He could have seized the power, and she would have let him.

She decided to twist the knife. "Come on, you useless fucker," she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "George would've had me screaming by now. That's what a real man can do."

He fell for the trap, his pride wounded. He pressed on, his speed picking up a bit.

Vanessa's free hand moved to her breast, squeezing it tightly, then pinching and twisting her nipple. Her back arched off the bed as a wave of pure, unfiltered pleasure washed over her. She struggled to stay composed, to maintain the illusion of control.

Faster, jerk! Come on, what kind of man are you? Let a little woman like me beat you so easily. Come on, big shot, see if you can take me there.

Jack didn't disappoint. He thrust deeper and faster, his movements growing more powerful and confident. He pulled back, nearly slipping out, then slammed back in hard. When fully inside, skin to skin, he pulled back slightly and pushed in again, repeating the motion three times before pulling out completely. Her vaginal muscles squeezed and pulsed around him, grasping greedily and desperately. She was close. She bit down on her tongue, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth as she fought to keep her excitement in check.

She felt him grow slightly, the telltale sign that he was ready to release into her. This is what she wanted, this is what she needed, though he would never know that. He pushed deeper and harder, his rhythm faltering as he groaned, a panicked sound of impending release, but it was too late. He exploded into her, his final, desperate thrusts sending her over the edge.

Her tongue throbbed with pain as she bit into it, but she screamed inwardly, her body tensing, a powerful, uncontrollable wave of pleasure washing over her. She had no control over it, her hips moving up and down along with her muscles, her body greedily milking him, wanting to empty him of every last drop.

"Get the fuck off me, you useless prick," she spat, her legs curling around his waist like a python before she shoved him off the bed with a violent kick of her heels.

Jack stumbled backward, his footing uncertain, his cock springing free, still rock-hard despite the ordeal. Vanessa lay back, catching her breath, her chest heaving, but her eyes remained fixed on him with a predatory satisfaction. She was glad to see his cock was still hard; she wasn't finished with it yet.

She sat up, examining him, his cock twitching and dripping as proof of his failure. She reached for the fob on the bedside table and pressed the red button.

He fell to his knees, his body jerking as the electricity hit, unable to move his arms, which were still bound behind his back. "I fucking told you not to come, didn't I?" she asked rhetorically, her voice dripping with disdain. "Fucking useless. Just like I thought. I should tell George; maybe he can give you some tips."

Jack felt small and beaten, his confidence shattered, yet his cock remained hard. "Maybe I should warn the girls at the club, just in case one of them wants to give you a pity fuck," she continued, her tone dripping with mock sympathy.

She absentmindedly stroked herself as she belittled him, her fingers tracing the swollen lips. "You'd better get in here and clean this mess up," she ordered, her patience snapping. "Before I really lose my temper with you."

Jack slowly got to his knees, his movements awkward and painful, and shuffled forward. She grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled his face between her legs, forcing him into position.

Jack's mouth opened automatically, his tongue instinctively poking out, eager and desperate to please. He licked at Vanessa's exposed center, the taste of his own warm seed sliding into his mouth instantly, mingling with the taste of her. He sucked and licked, the humiliation forgotten in the desperate need to clean her up, swallowing the evidence of his failure.

Vanessa's fingers didn't let up in his hair, anchoring him, directing him. He was trapped in the darkness, his every movement dictated by her grip. She pulled him in tighter, her thighs clamping around his head, and moved him around, rotating him like a tool she was using. She was moaning with pleasure, her hips undulating against his face as he worked tirelessly, giving her a pleasant, back-up orgasm.

She let go of his hair and pushed him away. Vanessa wasn't finished yet, though the night was winding down. She wanted to go to bed, satisfied in the knowledge that she had been fucked by him.

"Stand up," she ordered, her voice a low command. Jack complied, his movements stiff and awkward as he rose from the floor, his hands still cuffed behind his back. Vanessa reached for the bottle of KY gel on the nightstand, squeezing a generous amount onto her palm. She covered his throbbing cock with the cool, slick gel, her movements efficient and impersonal, like she was oiling a machine.

She leaned over the edge of the bed, her legs apart, her back arched in a silent invitation. She reached behind her, pulling him closer, guiding his hard, slick cock toward the tight opening of her backside. She grunted as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle, the gel helping him glide in smoothly with a deep, steady thrust. He filled her completely, the sensation powerful. 

"Fuck me slowly," she shouted, her voice ragged with arousal. Her hand found its way to her slick, swollen pussy, her fingers working in tandem with the rhythm he was forced to maintain.

It was a sensation of absolute possession, a profound, deep stretching that made her toes curl. She felt the heat of him, the rigid, burning heat of his erection deep inside her bowels, a stark contrast to the cool gel that had eased his passage. The muscles of her arse were clamping down, a velvet vice that refused to let him go, pulsing rhythmically around the length of him as he slowly withdrew and pushed back in. Every inch of him was accounted for, buried to the root, filling a void she hadn't even realized was there until he occupied it.

The friction was intense, a buttery slide that sent jolts of electricity straight to her spine. It was a heavy, full feeling, a complete saturation that left her breathless and trembling, every nerve ending screaming with the intensity of being so utterly filled. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, a physical manifestation of the control she held, and as he moved with agonizing slowness, she felt a deep, burning satisfaction that only grew with every deliberate thrust.

He pushed in and pulled out, the rhythm forced and uneven due to the stiff restriction of his arms. Without the ability to sway his hips or use his weight to drive the motion, his thrusts were jerky and mechanical, a clumsy imitation of passion that only heightened the sensation of her internal grip.

The difference was stark—a clear reveal of anatomy. Where her pussy was warm and soft, her arse was tight, dry, and incredibly muscular. As he withdrew, the sphincter tightened around him, a ring of heat that felt like a velvet vise. When he pushed back in, the muscles rippled and flexed, massaging him in a way no other part of her body could. It was a deeper, more intense friction—something that reached straight to his core.

He had no way to see, so he was forced to feel his way through the darkness, guided only by the ridges of her body and the slick friction of the gel. He bumped his shoulder against the side of the bed frame with each forward thrust, his body stiff and unbending, a prisoner of the cuffs forcing him to fuck her with the brute force of his shoulders. It was an awkward, graceless performance, but the tightness of her muscles around him didn't care about his form; it only cared about the invasion, welcoming him back in with a rhythmic, pulsating squeeze that made him gasp for air.

Vanessa couldn't hold back any longer. The friction of his cock stretching her arse combined with the relentless pressure of her fingers on her clit was the final straw, a sensory overload that shattered her control. She screamed in orgasm, her body seizing as she pushed back hard against him, impaling herself on him.

"Do it! Do it!" she cried out, her voice shrill and desperate, ordering him to release.

Two more clumsy, desperate thrusts, and he couldn't hold back; his body seized as he let go. She cried out again, feeling the hot, heavy splash of his release filling her. For a split second, a look of satisfaction flickered across his face. For a moment, she was weak, and he was in power. At that moment, overriding the agony of his bondage, but in the darkness, it was just another moment in his servitude.

"Get off me," she said quietly, her voice barely a whisper, drained of all power. But he ignored her. He used his strength, levering his hips forward and locking his knees. He refused to break the connection, keeping himself buried deep inside her, his cock hard and insistent. The internal muscles of her arse clamped down tightly around him. Her pleasure evaporated, replaced by a raw, stinging pain as the intrusion became a burden, a heavy weight she didn't want.

"Get the fuck off of me," she screamed, the volume of her voice shocking even herself. The sudden, piercing shriek cut through the room's silence, triggering the emergency alert function she had set on the collar. A jolt of electricity surged through his neck, paralyzing his muscles and overriding his defiance.

He collapsed onto the floor, his knees giving way from the shock, his body convulsing as the current overtook him. His cock slid out with a wet, unmistakable sound—a soft, wet plop, leaving her empty. 

Jack lay on the carpet, his chest heaving, his body covered in sweat. His cuffed arms were trapped behind him. Without a single word, Vanessa knelt over his face. She grabbed her flesh, pulling her butt cheeks apart, exposing the messy, raw reality of their encounter.

She let the mixture of his release and the remnants of her own pleasure drip all over his lips and spread across his cheeks. He lay there, helpless, tasting the salty, bitter fluid on his tongue. Then, she slid her body down his chest, using her knees to drag herself down, leaving a wet, glistening trail of semen and brownish residue, marking him completely.

She paused at his waist, her gaze sweeping over his ruined state, before standing up. She didn't look back. She walked to the bathroom, leaving him exactly where he had fallen—cuffed, messy, and alone on the floor.

Vanessa used the toilet, the flush echoing in the quiet house, before she went into the bathroom for a long, hot shower. She took her time, letting the water wash away the sweat and grime of the night, enjoying the solitude while he was left in the mess on the floor.

When she returned, she stayed silent. She simply told him to get up. He quickly stood, his legs shaking, still with the cuffs and blindfold on. She led him by the leash back to his room, his steps slow and heavy.

She uncuffed him, a brief, pointless release. "Lie down," she ordered. He laid on the bed, his body aching. She cuffed his wrists to the headboard and his ankles to the corners, stretching him out like a specimen on a dissecting table. Then, she reached down and peeled the hood off his face.

He opened his eyes and blinked in the dark, but no one was there to greet him. She turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind her. The last thing Jack heard was Vanessa telling Siri to turn off the light, and then the room was engulfed in complete, utter darkness.