8 comments/ 96754 views/ 51 favorites Dominating Vanessa By: audreyblack The evening started off like any other. Vanessa was in the shower, washing off the stress of another day. Most people showered in the morning before work; Vanessa liked to shower after. There was no better way to relax after a long day. She was an organized, consistent person. She liked regularity and routine. Every day, the same thing: she'd get home from work, have a snack to sate her appetite, peel off her work clothes, and take a long, relaxing shower. Then she'd prepare dinner as she waited for her husband to get home. They'd eat together, spend the rest of the evening relaxing (or catching up on more work), and then go to bed, sometimes having sex in between, sometimes not. She and Tom had been married for almost a year, and had been together for almost five. In all that time, one problem had plagued an otherwise wonderful relationship - sex, to her, just wasn't exciting. She didn't tell Tom this, but he could sense that she didn't enjoy it the way he did. She was capable of feeling pleasure, but she didn't feel the desire she thought she was supposed to feel. The incredible burning need everyone seemed to talk about. She loved Tom, but sex with him was mechanical and boring. Tom often asked her what she fantasized about, and she would always shrug and beat around the bush. She didn't know, she said. The truth was, she did know, but...well, some things were better kept under wraps. She didn't know what to think of her own fantasies, and the last thing she wanted was for anyone else to know about them. Overall, she and Tom were happy, and these weren't thoughts that really concerned her. She certainly wasn't thinking about them that evening, standing under the warm caress of the running water. She was thinking about the drama in the office that day, of what she was going to make for dinner, of the report she was going to work on tomorrow. She didn't expect anything out of the ordinary to happen that night. Shower over, she stepped out into the steamy room, wrapping herself in a towel and wringing out her long, curly hair. Once satisfied she was dry enough, she hung the towel up and stepped out, naked, into the bedroom. She had only taken a few steps toward the dresser, barely out the bathroom door, when it happened. Quick as a flash, she felt arms snake around her. One looped around her slim waist, and the other snuck up to clamp a hand over her mouth. She let out a muffled scream, the shock sending her into a brief panic. She thrashed wildly, kicking her feet, her breasts bouncing as she shook her head back and forth. Whoever they were, they were wearing gloves. If they hadn't been, her panic probably would have only lasted a split second, as she would have instantly recognized the hands. With the gloves, she got in a few good kicks and screams as the man carried her towards the bed before she realized what was going on. She recognized those leather gloves, and even more so, the feel of the arms and the body behind her; she calmed down as she realized it was none other than Tom. She almost laughed from relief, his hand still over her mouth. He wasn't supposed to be home this early. "Mmmmph," she moaned at him, but he didn't say anything. She continued to struggle as he pinned her down to the bed, his weight pressing into her as he bent her over the side. He grabbed her right arm, bending it behind her back and pinning her wrist. She finally managed to shake her head free of his hand. "Tom, what's going on?" she asked, laughing, but he didn't respond, clamping his hand over her mouth again. He let her struggle for a minute more, merely pinning her down silently as her naked form writhed and let out muffled laughs and protests beneath him. Finally, when she was really beginning to wonder what he was up to, he pushed her on to her back, pressing her fully against the bed. She looked up at him, but she couldn't see his face. He was wearing a ski mask. She couldn't help but laugh. "Come on, Tom. A ski mask? Don't you think that's a little - " She was cut off by a move she hadn't anticipated. He had on his black winter jacket - seeing as it was winter, after all - and she had barely realized he'd pulled something from the breast pocket. It was a small rag. As she was speaking, he bunched it up in his fist and shoved it into her mouth without warning. Her eyes widened. "Mmmrgh?" He kept one of those gloved hands over her mouth, keeping the rag in place. She narrowed her brow. She knew what he was doing - the whole "burglar breaking in" roleplay, yes yes, very nice - but he hadn't asked her about any of this first. Shoving something in her mouth seemed like a bit much. She continued to let out muffled strings of words as he pulled more questionable items from his pockets and began to wordlessly render her helpless. He pulled a small coil of rope from the inside of his jacket, and set about binding her wrists to the bedposts. This was no easy feat, considering her struggles, but he sat in between her legs, making kicking him difficult, and grabbed both wrists. He began to tie the squirming limbs together, looping the rope around the bedposts as he did so. She managed to spit the rag out. "Tom, what on earth are you doing?" she demanded. "Don't you think we should talk about this first?" He didn't respond, continuing to bind her wrists together tightly. She squirmed and banged her heels against him, to no avail. When he was finished, she was almost alarmed at just how tightly she was bound. She couldn't budge her wrists apart from one another, or from the bedposts. She was good and trapped. "Okay, I get it," she said, still laughing. "You're the big bad criminal, breaking into my house and taking advantage of me. Very sexy. But can't we talk about this a little bit - " Her eyes widened as he shoved the cloth back into her mouth, keeping his hand clamped over her lips to keep it inside. She garbled in protest, hands twitching against the headboard, as he fished around in his jacket for more. He pulled out another rag, this one considerably bigger, and removed his hand. She shook her head back and forth, but before she could spit the rag out, he'd brought the second rag between her lips and wound it tightly around her head. He managed to wrap it twice before knotting it, unhindered by all her moving about. Once the gag was secured in place, he sat back for a moment and was still, looking at her. She looked considerably more pissed off now, her brow furrowed. She squirmed, kicking her feet uselessly, breasts heaving, pussy exposed. Her hair was still damp from her shower, draping over her shoulders. "Mmmmph mmmmrgh!" Her jaw twitched frantically as she continued to let out muffled protests. She found it unnerving that Tom hadn't spoken at all. Normally he was very talkative, the sort of guy who was always cracking jokes. He was really getting into character, she supposed. After his moment of merely watching her, his eyes peeking out through the only holes in the ridiculous ski mask, she tensed as he reached into his jacket again and pulled out more rope. She groaned. What now? She was already more than helpless. Was more rope really necessary? Apparently it was. She squealed as he took hold of her right ankle and began to lift it. He positioned her so that her leg was bent, her ankle near the bedpost above her head. As someone who had spent the bulk of her childhood doing dance and gymnastics, the position didn't hurt at all, but it made her blush furiously. She hollered and squirmed as he began wrapping rope around her ankle. She kicked at him with her left foot, but she may as well have been tapping him with a feather for all the reaction she got. Once the rope was secured around her ankle, he tied the other end to the bedpost. Unlike with her wrists, he gave the rope some slack so that her ankle wasn't forced directly up against it. This made things a bit more comfortable, her foot essentially hovering in the air. This didn't bring her relief, however, as he repeated the treatment on her left ankle. Once that one was secured, he sat back to admire his handiwork. She was now stuck with her hands tied above her head and her legs spread wide open, ankles in the air like a porn star. Although he had, of course, seen her in similar positions before, and seen her pussy up close and personal more times than she could count, she still felt horribly embarrassed. With seemingly little effort, he had reduced her to a completely helpless state. She was gagged and bound, and her pussy was spread wide open for all to see. He had complete and easy access to her most intimate place, and there was nothing she could do about it. After a moment of looking at her silently, he removed his gloves and reached out, stroking her thigh. She growled at him, and finally he made some noise - he chuckled. "Bet you weren't expecting this, huh, Vanessa?" He chuckled again. "I've been planning this for a long time, babe. See, I know your secret." Her eyes widened as she instantly had an idea of what he was talking about. He confirmed her thoughts. "You know, I've asked you so many times, what do you fantasize about? What makes you horny? I wasn't just asking to make conversation, babe. I really care about that. I want to act our your fantasies and make you feel good, but you never gave me any answers." He finally removed the ski cap, rubbing at his forehead, his dark locks falling free. "Well, about a month ago, I found out just what you haven't been telling me." He grinned. "Remember that night you fell asleep with your laptop open in bed? Well...you forgot to close out of a couple things." She moaned, feeling a bit mortified. Normally she was good about keeping her porn-watching habits hidden, but one night she had been having a bit of fun before bed and had fallen asleep. She had been worried the next morning when she woke and her laptop was on the desk, Tom asleep next to her, but when she opened it, the porn was nowhere to be found. She figured she must have had the sense to close the tabs before falling asleep. Apparently, she hadn't. He chuckled. "You had a lot of things open, babe, and most of it was pretty kinky. Bondage, spanking, forced orgasms? I never would have guessed you were interested in that sort of thing." He leaned in, whispering in her ear. "So I'm gonna have some fun with you, naughty girl. I'm gonna give your body the treatment it deserves." Her heart thudded furiously at that promise, but before she even knew how to respond, he saved her the trouble. He removed a final item from his pocket - a black rag - and wrapped it around her eyes. As before, her struggles proved useless, and soon enough the blindfold was secured. She was trembling lightly in anticipation. Her helplessness now complete, she couldn't even begin to guess what he was going to do to her. She felt completely vulnerable, and almost as humiliated as she was excited. On the one hand, she was furious with him for doing this without asking her first. On the other hand, she knew what he was doing, and she appreciated him for it. He was trying to act out her fantasy. He didn't give her a say and was "forcing" her to do this because he knew it would get her juices flowing. And flowing they were. She felt a bit mortified at the thought. It wouldn't be long before her arousal became very apparent, and in the position she was in, he'd get a nice, close-up view of just what his actions were doing to her. For a moment he merely continued to stroke her thigh, apparently giving her a chance to get her bearings. When he stopped, she was no longer trembling, but she was still tense, waiting for him to make his first move. He began to rub his hands over her body. One thing she had been open about was how much she loved the feel of his strong, sturdy hands caressing her everywhere. He ran them over her thighs, her torso, her breasts and shoulders. He only rarely touched her pussy, and when he did, he just quickly, lightly brushed his palm over her like a ghost. He appeared to be building things up slowly, which made her feel more at ease. She began to relax more, breathing steadily. He cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them lightly and rubbing his palms against her nipples. She shuddered, and they hardened at the touch. He knew her nipples were very sensitive, and one of the most surefire ways to get her warmed up. Once the pink buds were nice and firm, he ran his fingertips lightly over them. He rubbed them both simultaneously, and she shuddered again, twitching lightly against the ropes. The contact seemed to send shockwaves through the rest of her body, from her pussy to the soles of her feet. When she was shuddering consistently, he changed his tactics. He took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began pinching them. He alternated between pinching and rubbing, occasionally tugging on them, until she was moaning lightly against her gag. The delicate skin above her breasts was flushed red, and she was sure her cheeks - the only exposed part of her face - were bright red as well. Normally he talked to her when he was playing with her body (sometimes dirty, sometimes romantic) but he stayed completely silent. Something about this only increased her arousal, making her body even more sensitive. The thought that he was doing this to her and she couldn't stop him - that he was playing with her like a toy, like a passive observer - made her body heat up faster. When he'd apparently gotten his fill of her breasts, his hands drifted further. She was sure he could hear her heart hammering against her chest as his fingers drifted toward her pussy. As many times as his fingers (and mouth, and cock) had been down there, it had never been when she was so vulnerable like this. He didn't touch her directly at first. He parted her labia, apparently examining her clinically. She knew she was wet at this point, but she wasn't sure quite how much. He didn't make any noise to indicate anything about what he saw. Instead, he let his fingers do the talking. He started by trailing them up and down the length of her vulva slowly, teasing her, never directly touching her pussy or her clit. The fingers trailed her labia, danced around her most sensitive areas, but never actually touched them. His fingers got wet, and he spread the moisture, getting her nice and ready. He then pulled away for a moment, and she listened as he rustled around. He left the bed momentarily and she heard drawers opening. When he came back, she could hear him opening a bottle of something and squeezing it. Lube was all she could think of, and this was confirmed when his fingers joined her again. He began to rub the smooth, warm liquid all over her sex, this time briefly brushing over her clit as he coated everything. She jumped slightly every time he brushed that delicate bud, her body already feeling more sensitive than she was used to. Her heart beat furiously as he fully coated her with the lube and then pulled his fingers away. What exactly was he planning? Was he going to penetrate her already? For a moment there was more rustling around, and then his hands were on her breasts again. He pinched and touched her nipples until they were back to their rock hard state, and then, without warning, her left nipple was clamped by the claws of something warm and plastic. She squealed, body jerking against the ropes. It didn't really hurt, but it was the last thing she had expected. She let out a string of garbed protests, for the first time wondering if he was going to push her too far with this. She'd watched enough porn to know what he was attaching to her - nipple clamps. A light version, by the feel of them, but clamps nonetheless. Not heeding her protests, he clamped the second one on to her right nipple, and then pulled away as she twitched and moaned. They didn't hurt too much, but the light pressure would serve as a constant reminder that they were there. The feeling served what she imagined was its purpose - the stimulation was just enough to make her feel horny. Clearly, his intention with leaving those on was to ensure she remained in a state of constant arousal. That, and to remind her who was in charge. Still he remained silent, not making a single noise as she squealed and flailed. Again, the feeling that he was doing these things with a sort of clinical detachment only served to turn her on more. She imagined how she must have looked - gagged, blindfolded, legs high in the air, lube-coated pussy displayed to the world, clamps on her heaving breasts. The sheer thought of what she must look like made her feel terribly embarrassed and even more terribly horny. She wondered what was next for her as she heard him rustling around again. She practically snorted breath through her nose, her heart beating hard as she waited for him to return to her. Now that her breasts were taken care of, she figured he was probably getting ready to move on to the main event. Just what he had planned, though, was anyone's guess. She had no idea when or where he had acquired nipple clamps. Who knew what else he had gotten in the month he'd spent getting ready for this moment? She figured it out soon enough as he resumed his seat on the bed. She had her suspicions, and they were confirmed as the silence was filled with a sudden harsh buzzing that was all too familiar. She jumped at the sudden noise. This was a tool she was familiar with. They'd bought the little vibrator years ago in an attempt to solve some of their problems. Although it hadn't been a magical cure, she was very well acquainted with the buzzing machine. As soon as it started, however, it stopped. She was confused, but the next moment his hands were on her again. He rubbed her thighs before bringing two fingers between her legs. He slowly rubbed them up and down her slick pussy, from her opening to her swollen clit. He rubbed circles around her clit teasingly before touching it directly. She moaned softly, biting down on the rag in her mouth. Her legs began to twitch in the air as he stimulated her more directly. "Mmmmrgh," she moaned, beginning to grind her hips, trying to push them more toward his hand. He was only touching her lightly, teasing her, but still enough to make her tremble at the contact. He continued touching her this way for a few minutes, and when he finally stopped, she felt light-headed with lust, groaning openly now, feeling as though just a little bit more touching, a bit more direct stimulation, would send her over the edge within seconds. Her cunt was dripping with arousal. That's when the buzzing came back. She jumped again, though she'd been anticipating it. She'd figured out his apparent plan; getting her all worked up until she was begging for it, and then using the vibe to go in for the kill. That was precisely what he did. The buzzing didn't start and then stop this time. It kept on buzzing, and the buzzing got closer. He first pressed the tip of the vibe just above her cunt, getting her body used to the intense sensation before bringing it to her most sensitive spot. He moved it up her sex slowly, taking his time. She was whimpering with anticipation when he finally circled the vibe around her clit before giving her the contact she craved. Her body jolted, her whimpers turning into muffled yelps as she trembled violently. He moved it around in a circular motion, giving her just enough contact to tease and pleasure but not enough to hurt. She cried out, wiggling her hips and grinding against the incessant little machine. Her guess had been right; she exploded into an almost painful orgasm in no time at all. All of it was too much. The bondage, the clamps, the "forcing," the clinical silence. Her pussy was as ready as it was ever going to get, and it didn't take much teasing of that little bud before her muscles finally contracted, her body trembling as the shockwaves claimed her. She had no idea how loud she was being; all she knew was that she was lost in a void of pleasure more intense than anything she had experienced in a long time. Dominating Vanessa Tom had been right. This was what she needed. The heat, the desire...she wasn't sure she had ever experienced it like that before. He waited until her orgasm died down, and then he removed the little buzzing toy. She took a moment to recuperate, lost in the high of her endorphin rush. It took a few minutes of heavy breathing and floating down from her cloud to realize that Tom still hadn't said a word. Was he going to stay silent throughout this whole thing? It was a bit unsettling, but also inexplicably exciting. After a few minutes, he stood, the bed rising at his absence. She turned her head limply in his direction as he walked off, his footsteps fading into the bathroom. The door closed behind him, and she heard the sound of the sink running. She began to fidget a bit nervously (as much as she was able), still worn out but now beginning to feel a bit more clear-headed. Now that her lust was more than sated, she began to notice just how tight the ropes were, how uncomfortable it was to have her limbs contorted in such a position. She was ready for the sleepy afterglow, and she imagined him coming back out, untying her, lying in his arms before they went down and ate dinner together. She hoped he wouldn't take too long to wash up, or whatever he was doing. He left her alone for a few minutes before the bathroom door creaked open again. She waited patiently as he walked slowly back to her. She was a bit confused when he sat down and made no move to speak or untie her. She began to fidget nervously, feeling self-conscious as he stared at her without speaking. After a moment he reached for her, but he didn't reach for the ropes. She inhaled sharply as he removed her nipple clamps. The little buds were sore, hard as rocks, and almost painfully sensitive. He set the clamps aside with a clatter before taking her breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently. She yelped as he ran his fingertips lightly over the sensitive nipples. They were so delicate from the clamps his touch was magnified, almost a bit overwhelming. She shuddered as he teased at them, playing with her breasts. When he let go, he trailed his fingertips down her torso, all the way down to her thigh, which he stroked gently. Her heart was beginning to pound again. It was becoming apparent he didn't seem ready to let her go yet. She felt exhausted, her nerve endings tingling, and she wasn't sure if she could handle anything else. All the same, the thought excited her. He was touching her so gently and at the same time keeping her his prisoner, playing with her body like a toy. She had never seen him like this before. "Mmmph?" she asked, hoping he would give her a hint about what his next move would be. For the first time, he made a noise. He let out a low chuckle, an almost dark-sounding rumble deep in his throat. He squeezed her thigh. "Not done with you yet, my dear," he said quietly. "You're clearly having a good time here. You gave me quite a show. Think you're up for a repeat performance?" She moaned, feeling a bit terrified but intrigued by that idea. She honestly wasn't sure if she could handle another orgasm, but that didn't change the fact that the idea was appealing. He leaned in closer. "Besides," he whispered. "I need to have some fun too." She blushed furiously at that, at the seductive tone of his voice, positively hungry with desire for her. She imagined him unzipping his fly, sticking his hard cock in her, using her helpless body for his own pleasure, and already she could feel the heat beginning to flow again. He leaned down until he was flat enough against the bed to plant a kiss on her thigh where his hand had just been. He nibbled at the skin softly, dangerously close to her swollen pussy. He rubbed his stubble against her delicate skin, breathing in deeply. She tensed as he traced a finger around the outside of her lips, tracing around her sex but not actually touching her yet. Finally he sat back up and began to get back to business. Her heart thudded as he used two fingers to part her labia, examining her again with that clinical silence. He eased the two fingers down, and she gasped as he inserted them into her dripping cunt. He broke his silence with a low moan, clearly enjoying the feel of sliding them back and forth in her warm, tight opening. He curved his fingers, beginning to stroke her upper wall. She was surprised by the way her body contracted, her hips arching forward to move with his rhythm. This was far from the first time he'd stroked her like this, but - perhaps because of the orgasm she'd already had, perhaps because of the ropes digging into her skin - it had never felt quite like this. It was like all her sensations had been magnified times one hundred. She moaned as he continued to work at her, pumping and caressing as she shuddered around him. After a few minutes, when her body was nice and flushed from the excitement, he slid his fingers out. She waited patiently while he shifted around on the bed, and the next thing she knew, something was pressing against her opening, but it sure wasn't his fingers. She yelped, more from surprise than anything. Something large and hard was pressing into her. She felt a bit shocked as he slowly eased the object inside of her. The shape was all too familiar, but the item itself wasn't. It was unquestionably a dildo. She didn't own a dildo. Wait, did he actually buy one of these without me finding out? She was almost more surprised by that idea than at actually having the toy begin to ease into her vulnerable opening. She bit on her gag as he began to fill her. She wasn't sure why he would use a toy on her instead of entering her himself, but somehow, it worked. It went with the detached vibe he was going for, the heartless home invader manipulating her and using her for his own satisfaction, letting her know he was the one in charge. She cringed a bit as the toy was nearly fully inside of her. Her body was more than ready, but it felt a bit thicker than she was used to. Her walls clamped around the object, and when it was about as deep as it would go, he pulled away. She flushed in embarrassment, imagining how she looked with her legs splayed open and a fake cock shoved deep in her pussy. She moaned at him, wiggling her hips as he merely watched her. She wasn't sure where he was going with this. She wasn't going to come without clitoral stimulation. After a few moments, though, it became clear he hadn't forgotten about that part. He leaned toward her and rubbed lightly at her clit. Her body jumped in surprised and she twitched as the incredibly sensitive spot was touched. It was still more sensitive than usual from his previous ministrations. He teased her a bit, her body clamping around the toy. He seemed content to leave her in a state of suspense, never touching her quite enough to give her satisfaction or telling her what he was doing. After a few minutes of teasing, he gripped the base of the toy and began to pump it slowly in and out. She groaned, rocking her hips along with the movements. Normally, penetration didn't really do it for her, but her intense state of arousal - perhaps combined with her helplessness, the craziness of this whole situation - made everything feel different. Her inner walls were so sensitive from the intense orgasm she'd already had that she felt every thrust and caress deeply, powerfully, and she clenched her muscles around the toy, easing it deeper inside of her. She was just getting into the flow of the toy when Tom began teasing at her clit again. The combined sensation was almost too much, making her gasp and groan and shudder. He never touched her directly, always teasing. She wondered if he was going to make her get off again in the slowest way possible, when suddenly he withdrew his hand and she heard it - the telltale buzz of that dangerous little machine starting up again. She jumped in alarm. She wasn't sure if she could handle that nefarious little tool on her oversensitive body, especially in combination with the other toy. She twitched nervously, straining against the ropes. Tom brought the toy up against her thigh, the vibrations running through her and teasing her as he inched it closer and closer to the spot it was made for. He never stopped pumping the toy in and out, fucking her with it. She still rocked her hips along with the toy, right up until the vibrator finally made contact with her clit. At that moment, it was as though she completely lost control of her movements. She squealed into the gag, her body trembling violently as the intense buzzing sent tidal waves of sensation crashing over her. The two toys working in tandem on her extra-sensitive body was almost too much, but in the best possible way. For a moment, she didn't care what she looked like, or what Tom was thinking, or what he was going to do to her next. It was like being in a different world, where nothing existed except extreme, painful pleasure. And just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. The vibrator went quiet and still and was pulled away, and the toy stopped pumping. Her body stopped trembling, still except for the rise and fall of her breasts, her heart jackhammering like it wanted to burst free. All the built-up tension seemed to freeze in her body, leaving her in a state of heightened suspense. Just what the hell was he doing now? Slowly, he eased the dildo out of her, and then there was nothing caressing her body except air. She moaned in frustration at the sudden feeling of emptiness, and then jumped as he made his next move - ripping off her blindfold. She blinked at the darkened room. The sun had set outside, and he hadn't turned on the lights. She could see him in the dim light of the street lamps and passing car headlights that filtered in quietly through the edges of the curtains. She looked at him expectantly. "I've never seen you like this, Vanessa," he said quietly, his voice tinged with what sounded like awe. "So...excited, so ready. Why didn't you tell me sooner that you were into this stuff?" She was a little glad she was gagged, because she wasn't sure how to respond to that. She didn't really have an answer for him. Why hadn't she been open about it sooner? The only reason she could come up with was that she had been worried about what he would think. His interests had always seemed to steer more towards the strictly vanilla. She didn't think he was capable of anything like this. Well, he had proved her wrong in that regard... "I'm gonna fuck you now," he said. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She nodded slowly, aching for his touch. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, taking a moment to run his hands over her body, her breasts and hips. That feeling of being kissed while bound and gagged was somehow more intoxicating than anything else that had happened thus far. She watched as he undressed slowly, his hard cock straining against his work slacks. She looked at the side of the bed, where the toys were sitting. The vibrator was familiar, but her eyes widened at the size of the dildo. That thing looked as big as it had felt and then some. She watched as Tom took off the last of his clothes, revealing his own considerably sized member. She had been intimate with him countless times in all the years they had known each other, but never had she been quite so eager to feel his body against hers. He climbed onto the bed with her. Her hair was matted to her brow with sweat, and he smoothed it out of her face. "I love you, Vanessa." She felt light-headed, her chest burning like fire. He kissed her forehead again before gripping himself, stroking his shaft a few times with one hand as the other caressed her soft body. He inched closer to her, sliding the head of his cock against her wet pussy. He moaned at the feel of her, rubbing his cock up to her clit and back down again, getting covered in her juices. She took deep breaths, her body already starting to contract at his touch, and at last he positioned himself at her entrance and slid inside. He went in easily, her body more than ready for him. He closed his eyes and groaned, shuddering at the feel of her warmth gripping him tightly. "Oh God, you feel so good," he hissed, sliding in all the way. She clenched her muscles around him, squeezing him as tightly as she could. "You feel so good, baby." Now fully inside, he leaned over her, propping himself up on the mattress, and began to pump his hips. He panted above her, his face red, brow sweaty. She could smell his cologne, his sweat, the smell that was uniquely him and always brought her comfort amplified times ten. He eased into his rhythm and began thrusting hard. "Naughty girl," he said, panting. "You like that, naughty girl?" She moaned, closing her eyes. She did her best to rock her hips along with him, getting him as deep inside of her as he could go. Heat radiated between their bodies. "I'm gonna make you come again, Vanessa," he whispered. "You wanna come again?" "Mmmph." She let out a half-hearted moan. She did want to come again, but she was already exhausted. He chuckled. "Sure hope that was a 'yes,' because you don't really have a say in the matter." The vibrator was lying off to the side, and he picked it up, turning it on again. She braced herself as he brought it between her legs, and he wasted no time, picking up right where he had left off. She yelped, and her entire body began to quake. He had the vibe directly on her clit; she shook her hips, trying to maneuver it to a less sensitive spot, but there was no escape. He held it firmly in place as he continued to pound away at her. "Yes," he growled. "You feel so fucking good. I want you to come while I'm fucking you." She trembled and moaned, her eyes closed. Her body was so sensitive she knew it wouldn't be long. She had never felt so completely helpless. The vibe mercilessly tormented her clit, and his cock rammed against her inner walls. She had no control over her body, her sensations, her orgasms; it was all in his hands. This thought, more than anything else, was what pulled her toward the edge. The idea of being his slave, his helpless prisoner, body bound and exposed for him to do what he pleased with. Right now what he pleased was to make her come, whether she wanted to or not, while he was fucking her. She couldn't fight the approaching tidal wave, and she was more than happy to let herself surrender. The second orgasm ripped through her almost violently, even more intense than the first had been. She hadn't thought that was possible. She wasn't even sure what happened when it finally hit her. She knew her body quaked violently, her inner walls clenching Tom's cock almost painfully, and she was pretty sure she yelled at the top of her lungs. But for a moment, it was like reality disappeared, and all she knew was the powerful clenching of muscle and rush of endorphins that left her dizzy and breathless. She had read online about so-called "subspace" - a trance-like state submissives often found themselves in after intense combinations of pleasure and pain - and wondered vaguely if that mystical void was what was claiming her right now. Tom removed the vibrator as she finished her climax, and her body went limp. She was vaguely aware as he finished soon after her, grunting and groaning as he thrust extra hard. His own body trembled as he released his seed inside her, his hot breath on her face as he cried out in relief. He collapsed on top of her, and for a while they both laid there, a sweaty heap of exhausted flesh. The smell of sex was thick in the room and everything felt utterly peaceful. At last, she began to come back to earth as she realized he was finally untying her. He released first her left ankle, then her right, her legs falling to the mattress. He then untied her wrists from the bedposts, and finally removed her gag. She lay limp as a ragdoll as he gently removed the rope from her wrists, her ankles, rubbing at the red lines the ropes left behind, soothing the sore flesh. Once the rope and rags and wet sex toys were fully out of the way, he silently laid by her side, taking her into his arms. They were both covered in sweat. She felt almost like she was floating, sore and exhausted beyond belief but with a calm sort of ecstasy reigning in her soul. He kissed her on the forehead, and she opened her eyes again. "Tom." "Yes?" She smiled. "I love you, too."