A Rough Fuck and a Promise

Richard groaned; the picture she painted was so hot that he could barely hold himself back anymore. His cock throbbed, feeling tight and hard between his legs. With a swift, smooth motion, he unclipped her armbinder from the floor and undid the chain connected to her piercings from the roof. Kara gave a sigh of relief, but it didn’t last long. Holding one end of the chain, Richard tugged, pulling her towards the bed.

Hands still bound behind her back, Kara trotted to keep up, her face was crimson. Her body shuddered. He ordered her onto the bed where she lay with her legs slightly parted. The glinting wetness of her pussy caught his eye, as well as the rounded appearance of her clit, now engorged beyond all reason.

He smirked, an idea occurring to him.

“You know, Kara, I don’t think you have the complete set yet.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he was on the bed, on top of her, layering her writhing body in kisses. His hands moved to her chest, fingers digging into the soft skin of her breasts. Her breath fluttered against his skin, his cock rubbing against the rounded rise of her vulva. Each touch, though gentle, made Kara whimper with want. Her body thrashed, and his teasing drew more and more frantic moans from his ****.

From his slut.

Richarcd’s cock pressed against Kara’s lower lips, sliding along their parting gently as he rubbed it back and forth. She was twitching, gasping, moaning. Her eyes were wide with want and desire.

He reached down, two of his fingers playing with her clit. When they made contact, her body rocked!

“Feels good, does it? I think you need a piercing here to go with those on your nipples. Would you like that, Kara? Being chained by your clit? Being led around by your pussy? Everyone on the street would see how far you had fallen and how you belonged to me.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, “Oh god, oh god, oh god…”

Her body shivered, writhing against his hands. Her skin was so hot! Her pussy was so wet!

“Please…” Kara moaned into his kiss, the taste of her mouth filling his own as he met her deeply. His hands roamed across his shivering skin, his fingers leaving trails of aching desire. One hand wrapped around the chains which still connected to her piercings, the other caressed the side of her side. As he pulled the chain taut, Kara whimpered, her eyes widened. A shiver of pure pleasure wormed its way down her spine.

He wrapped the chain about his palm, pulling her breasts until her nipples were straining forward. His free hand caressed her slit, parting her labia with two fingers and pressing the tip of his cock into her until she was shivering, shuddering with **** need.

“Please,” Kara repeated. “Please, please, please!”

“Please what, Kara? Be more specific, what do you want me to do?”

“Fuck! Richard! M-master! Please fuck me like the **** I am! Ruin me, I want you so much right now. I want to feel you inside me.”

If his cock had not already been hard as a rock, those words would surely have driven him to that state. Her voice was low, her breathing quick. The heat of her skin against his own was a constant reminder of her arousal. The wetness of her pussy beaded his cock and his instincts screamed at him to thrust.

But he didn’t. Not yet. His free hand caressed her vulva, moving by inches towards her throbbing clit. Kara squeaked, her eyes rolling upwards as he neared her most sensitive point.

Kara’s body bucked, her legs spreading, her pussy grinding against the tip of his manhood.

“So how does that piercing sound?” He chuckled. “I could attach weights to it, or even lock you down by it like with your breasts. You’d be totally and completely at my mercy.”

A shudder washed across her body.

“Please sir, oh god please, do whatever you want. I belong to you. I’m yours. I’m yours completely. Just fuck me! Make me scream! I want it, I want it so much!”

He couldn’t resist any longer, his hips thrust forward, and Kara’s labia parted as his cock sank into her. Her walls closed around you, the feeling divine. A flush of heat roared through him then, his penetration was slow but deep, and she threw her head back, moaning as he sank to the hilt. She enveloped him, holding him tightly as he began to draw out again.

Richard’s thrusts started slow and deep, each one pushing as far as it could. The foreplay had gotten her nice and wet, Kara’s body trembled, her face was a rictus of ecstasy, her legs spreading and her hips thrusting towards him. Eager to feel his manhood fill her up.

Richard moaned as well now, his motions becoming more frantic. His cock pressing inside of her. Her wetness enveloped him, and held him, sparking lust and pleasure which raced along his nerves like a searing wave.

Kara gasped his name, her body convulsing with every thrust; her arms were still bound behind her back but that only made it better for them both. They rejoiced in it, in her utter helplessness. Richard’s motion became faster and faster, blood pounded in his head, it felt so good! His cock was penetrating her, fucking her, making her his.

Kara’s moans became squeaks, and her body throbbed around his shaft. Her legs kicked out, her eyes squeezed closed as wave after wave of pleasure roared through her being. Richard, for his part, had never felt better. Oh yeah, he’d slept with dames before. Plenty of times.

But none of them compared to this.

Pleasure crackled through him, his body was pounding. His throat felt dry, all he could listen to was the sound of Kara’s moans; the feeling of her wetness, the motions of her body under his own. His hands cupped her breasts, feeling and playing with them almost as an afterthought, the motion of their hips was a rhythmic dance, sparks of ecstasy chased themselves like fireflies along his spine.

Kara’s pussy hugged and gripped him, drawing out every last moment into an eternity of pleasure. Her body convulsed and her moans became higher and higher pitched, her writhing ever more feeble and yet frantic. Her cries blurred together and he realised she was about to cum.

Richard put on a new burst of speed then, drawing out every last drop of his endurance, his cock filled her, thrusting, fucking her until her mind was melting away and she was drowning in the explosive climax which screamed through her nerves.

When it hit her, it hit her hard. So hard that her body shook and her eyes rolled back, the feeling of her inner walls closing around his cock was enough to set him off as well. He came inside of her, filling her pussy as their hips bucked and locked together in ecstasy.

When it was over, they were both left gasping; sweat beaded their skin, their bodies draped across each other. Richard pulled out, his cum dripping from her spread labia. He realised what he’d done.

“Kara, I didn’t mean to-”

“To cum inside me?” She was panting, her voice was ragged and low. Her body was still shivering. “I-it’s okay, master. That was fixed when I was made a ****.”

“Fixed? You mean you can’t-”

“You can cum inside me if you like, sir. It can be reversed. Some masters are into breeding, you know? But since most slaves are meant to be fucked and used, getting pregnant would be a problem.”

She frowned at that, reminded of her future had Richard not chanced upon her. But the dark look quickly passed and she snuggled up to him, their bodies were close. His fingers played through her ginger hair and her eyes fluttered closed with enjoyment.

“This may be a shock,” she whispered softly. “Richard Gearheart, I think I love you.”

“I’m stunned,” Richard traced the outline of her jaw, leaning in to plant a kiss on her lips. “Truly gobsmacked. Any other confessions you want to drop on me? Are you into bondage maybe? Like to be called a slut? Love to be owned and used?”

“All of the above,” she wriggled happily under him. “Richard…will you promise me something?”

He gave a chuckle.

“The last time I promised you something, it led to this. Did you just come up with another fantasy, Kara?”

“Not that sort of promise!” She grinned cheekily, but only for an instant. “Will you…will you stay with me? After all of this is done, I mean? I want you, and I don’t just mean I want to be owned by you. Richard, I want to be together.”

His heart was beating fast now as he looked down into her beautiful face. Her emerald eyes so wide, her mouth so expressive, so fine. This woman, this woman wanted to be his and his alone. His mouth was as dry as a schoolboy seeing a girl drop her skirt for the first time.

Did he want that? Did he really want that? Somehow, for as far as things had gone with Kara, he hadn’t really sat down and thought about the future. About them being together. He thought to mention how hard it might be; he was a travelling mercenary, but he knew she would say that she didn’t care. He might mention that there would be danger, but she would contend that they were in danger already so why not?

He smiled then, truly and softly, tracing his fingers across the soft skin of her face. His answer was a long, deep kiss which he held for several moments.

“I love you, Kara,” he said as it finally broke. “If you’ll take me as your master and your partner, even knowing the risk, then I’d be a fool to turn you down.”

“I promise, master,” she said softly. “As long as you’ll have me too.”

“That was never in doubt.”

He held her close and knew he was the luckiest guy in the world.