0 comments/ 58254 views/ 7 favorites Under Control By: RhinoTx I quietly slide in through the back door, listening keenly for any sounds coming from within the old, turn of the century house. I slowly close and re-latch the door, making sure it is locked soundly. I quietly tip-toe through the kitchen, tugging my gloves tight on my hands to enhance the sense of touch through them. I stop at the door to the hallway and listen again for any sounds. I faintly hear a shower running from somewhere above me in the two-story house, so I quickly move down the hall to the beginning of the stairway. Listening intently for any change in the sound of the shower, I softly begin my ascent upwards. About halfway up the stairs, one suddenly groans under my weight. I hear the water stop and a woman's voice yell out "Honey, is that you?" I freeze in my tracks, not wanting her to hear, ready to bolt if she comes out of the bedroom door. I wait for what seems like an eternity, sweat starting to roll down my brow fearing, to be caught. Soon, I hear the old valves squeak and the water begin to splash against her body and the shower walls. I resume my climb, this time taking care to place my feet close to the outside of each step instead of the middle to avoid any further noises. I make the head of the stairs and step across the landing to the middle door of three that are there. The door that I hear the water coming from. I try the doorknob, gripping and turning it to see if it is locked. Bingo! It turns easily in my grip. I open the door, again, listening to the flow of the water, again, ready to bolt if it suddenly stops. I see the door across the room, I see steam emanating from the gap where it wasn't closed completely. I look around the room, it is the room of a married couple. Full of mostly feminine things, but interspersed with masculine articles as well. I move across the room to the bath room door and I peer inside. I can see a female body through the steam and foggy glass door of the shower stall. She is exquisite according to her outlines, full breasts that are firm and generous, and beautiful curve gracing her hip, and long and lovely neck and a backside that is full of promise for a man like me. I lean back beside the door, I am now in position, just a couple of feet from the bed, just outside the bath room door. I reach behind me and free the gag and four short lengths of silken rope that were all looped beneath my belt in back. I twist all but one length of rope around my right wrist, and grip the gag in one hand with the first length of rope tucked into the top part of my front pocket for quick and easy access. I take the loose end of the gag, and hold it tightly with my other hand, now poised and waiting for the shower to stop. My wait isn't long, I hear those old valves twist and the door slide to one side of the stall. I soon hear you toweling your luscious body dry and I wait in anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest, my palms sweating rivers, knowing that you'll soon walk through that door. Knowing that I'll soon have you under my control, helpless, powerless, and yielding to my every whim. I listen as you move around the bath, doing the things a woman does to make her feel beautiful. Then, I hear you step near the door. My muscles tense, ready to spring, the door opens inward to the bath, and you step onto the carpet of the bedroom. I pounce, hard and fast, you didn't see me coming until it was too late. Your eyes widen in terror as a I, in a black mask and gloves leap behind you, wrapping the gag around your head and closing off the scream coming from your mouth. All that comes out is a muffled moan. You fight me, but you're too small, too dainty, too feminine. I stand 6'2" and 210 lbs, and I work out everyday, so your no match for my strength and size. I quickly secure the gag, and grab you by the wrists, pulling them in front of you, tying them viciously and securely. I rip the towel from your wide-eyed body, revealing your female charms. Umm, shaved, I like that! And those nipples, just like I like them, large, pink, and hard. I ravish your body with my eyes, holding you at arms length at the elbows, tightly. Your in shock, you can't believe there is a man in your house, holding you tightly, he's gagged you, and is now leering at your body. I laugh in delight at my frightened prize as I spin you around to the bed, flinging you upon it with a bounce. Me, leaping on top of you to hold you down. You begin to fight me again as the shock wears off and the realization starts to set in. You squirm beneath me, fighting me, resisting me, failing miserably. You just don't have the strength to fight me and I easily unwrap the second rope and secure your bound hands to the head board. I spin around on top of you to secure you legs, laying across your belly and legs, I feel the warmth of your pussy through my shirt. I soon enough have both legs secure to the lower posts of the bed, legs spread, luridly exposing your sex. I climb off the bed, breathing heavily, not from the fight so much as the thrill and sexuality of see you, bound naked before me. Helpless, powerless to resist me, totally at my mercy, you watch as I begin to slowly strip off my clothes. I pull off my shirt, flexing my muscles across my chest. I undo my pants and drop them to the floor, stepping out of them. I quickly lean over, stripping my underwear and stand straight before you. You eyes look down and widen at the sight of my cock, it is completely hard and throbbing slightly in expectation of the pleasures to come. You cannot take your eyes off my cock as it waves from side to side in front of me when I step to the bed. You groan as I straddle your hips, my ass in contact with your pussy, feeling the heat emanating from it against my ass. I lean forward and touch your right nipple, taking it between my fingers, pulling it, pinching it lightly, and twisting it. Your eyes close and again, you moan, this time a little more softly, more sensually, as I pull and twist at your nipple. I take your other nipple in my other hand and repeat the process I was performing on the right one. I am now pulling and twisting harder and harder. You moans are increasing in length and depth. My cock swells with each moan. I feel the heat of your sweet pussy grow under my ass, damn you are HOT.....! You left nipple is so hard and red, it looks like a delicious ruby atop your beautiful tit. I remove my hands and slowly stroke my swollen dick, watching as you squirm in heat beneath me, taking in the sight of your sensuous body. I lean forward and lick your blood hot left nipple and you jump and the touch of my wet tongue. You hips are now grinding against my ass, you are one HOT SLUT.....! Fuck I love this. Knowing that you have no control now, you have given nearly all of it to me, and will soon give me everything, all you have. But not because you want to, because I am TAKING it from you!!! I suddenly roll off of you and stand on the floor beside the bed, my cock is now at full mast, standing straight up like some lurid flag pole. I walk to the end of the bed, and stare straight into your wide open, red hot and swollen cunt. It's gleaming with your juices, wet in anticipation of what I might do to it. Open and ready for my manly intents. Dripping juices flowing down to your cute little brown asshole, lubricating it too. I crawl on the bed, between your legs, I hold my cock in line with your sweet cunt, I press the head up against the opening and you, feeling my prick, thrust your hips forward. You try desperately to impale yourself on my manhood. But I hold your hip with my free hand, preventing you from full entry.....damn, you are such a SLUT. A hot, sweet, gorgeous Slut, ready for any man who is man enough to take you, to fuck you, to do as he wants to your body. I lean forward, easing my cock inside you, inch by inch until I have all eight inches buried inside you. You moan low as you feel me slide into you, felling all of me deep inside you. You start to grind on my cock, rubbing the inside of your pussy on my swollen cock and massive cock head. Feeling me, fucking me, taking me as the submissive slut that you are. I slowly start pumping my dick in and out of your pussy, pulling it all the way out until the rim of my cock head come just outside of your sweet cunt lips. I then begin my slow stroke down, all the way in until my balls nudge against your ass. I am now fucking that hot, wet pussy that I've dreamed about all day long. Fucking it slow and easy, slowly speeding up my pumping until soon, I'm pounding you HARD with my swollen cock. I am now fucking you fast, hard, and furiously, hearing the sweet fuck noises that happen when two people are in the heat of passion. Not making love, but fucking in a primal heat, bodies hot, sweaty, demanding more of each other. I'm holding my upper body up with my arms, elbows locked, hands palm down on the mattress, fingers splayed wide for support. My toes are hooked on the foot board of the bed for leverage as I furiously pound on you sweet, hot sex.. Fucking you, fucking you HARD, driving into you with full abandon......! All of a sudden your back arches, your fists clinch, your lips pull back, and your teeth grit...you let a low moan that somehow transforms into a feral scream of passion. You cum, you cum hard!!! I feel the wetness of your cunt as your juices flow past the opening of your sex, covering my cock and balls with sweet nectar, soaking the bed beneath us. You cum long and hard, making animal noises, thrashing beneath me, nearly dislodging me in your throes. Soon you calm, slowly, almost painfully, you come down from your bliss. As soon as you are calm but still squirming slightly, I withdraw my cock from you with a plop, from your wet hole..... I climb back up on your hips, than move forward until my cock is resting between your beautiful tits. It is so wet from your pussy nectar, it shines in the light streaming in from the windows. I reach down and push your tits together over my cock, holding them to form a nice warm hole for me to fuck your tits. I start thrusting in and out between them, my cock head popping out from the top, hitting your chin. You tilt you head forward, opening your mouth, allowing my swollen head to enter your hot, wet mouth. I can feel the cum start to boil in my balls, watching as I fuck your tits and your mouth at the same time. I feel that familiar tingle that starts in my toes, climbs up my legs, and stirs deep within my balls. I feel the meat I have lodged in your cleavage and mouth swell to a size that it's never attained.....becoming a monster with a mind of it's own. I fell that old familiar throbbing and pulsing....Soon, so soon, I know what's about to happen. I furiously fuck your tits and I notice that your ass is again grinding the air behind me. You're moaning again as you start to orgasm again. That drives me over the edge and all of a sudden I EXPLODE, shooting cum in your mouth, on your face, on your pretty neck and tits. Cum EVERYWHERE. SHIT I yell, as I pump load after load on you and in you. I can't believe how hard I'm cumming, I have NEVER cum this hard. My knees weaken with it. I fall forward across you, still spurting cum, now just a slow flowing river form the head of my cock. I'm completely DRAINED, you've taken all I had. I roll to the side and, laying beside you, I reach up and remove the ties holding your arms....you roll on your side and lay your arm across me, saying; "Damn honey, you were REALLY horny today, been eyeing that new secretary at work again?" I laugh and say; "Baby, you know me too well!" Under Control After a day spent exploring the sights of the city we returned to our hotel room to relax. You were feeling hot & bothered and decided to have a bath. Having started running hot water into the bath you returned to the hotel bedroom and revelled in removing your clothes slowly in front of your enchanted audience – me. When you'd stripped to your black bra and panties I reached towards you but even though my arousal was apparent you patted my hand away, picked up your robe and sat on the bed while waiting for the bath to fill. Realising that I was out of luck for the time being I watched as you brushed your hair and removed your make-up. Once the bath was filled you made your way back into the bathroom and settled into the water. I knew you just wanted to relax so I stayed in the main room, watched the TV and plotted my 'revenge'. Your soak complete, you emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I held out my hand to you and you sat on the bed. I went to the bathroom and retrieved the other towel that had been warming on the radiator. Returning from the bathroom, I loosened the damp towel from your body and draped the warm towel over you. Then I started gently patting your body and rubbing it with the towel, patting you dry in a way I knew you would enjoy. Starting at your neck and shoulders, I made sure they received the appropriate attention then moved the towel downwards, trailing it over your breasts. The friction of the soft cotton over your breasts caused a reaction in your nipples. By the time the towel had been moved on your nipples were erect and begging to be touched. As I continued drying down your body your hands moved to your breasts. I patted your stomach dry while watching you cup your breasts and pinch your nipples, your tongue tracing over your lower lip & betraying your arousal. I lifted your left foot and straightened your leg then patted you dry from your foot to your thigh. You laid back with your head on the bed and moaned as the cotton approached the top of your leg. Your right leg was given the same treatment as you continued playing with your breasts. Again, as the towel approached the top of your leg you moaned, this time moving your hips to try to cause contact. I threw the towel on the floor and put my hand on your thigh. My fingers were stretched to the inside of your thigh, very close to but not making contact with your sex. I encouraged you to move fully onto the bed then straddled your body. We looked into each other's eyes. Yours were sparkling with desire as I encouraged you to release your breasts and reach above your head with both hands. I leant over you and my cock brushed your breasts, snagging slightly on a distended nipple and causing another moan. I retrieved the gold necklace you normally wore from beneath the pillow and quickly wrapped it around your wrists. I saw a smile form on you lips as you whispered "Kinky". Once your wrists were tied with your gold chain I used one of my belts to link the chain to a rod in the bedstead. I moved down your body, allowing my cock to leave a sticky trail of the pre-cum leaking from its end. When I reached your legs you parted your thighs to accommodate me. I turned to each leg in turn, caressed from your thigh down to your foot and used a tie to bind your ankle to the foot of the bed. I had never tied you up before but we had discussed it in the past. You were confident that I wouldn't hurt you and were willing to play along. Playing with your own breasts had started your arousal and being naked, exposed and vulnerable sent a vicarious thrill through your body. You knew I would be able to see the tell tale moisture between your legs. As a final touch I retrieved an eye cover that I had kept after our flight. I knew it might not block all of the light but with your cooperation it would help prevent you seeing what I was doing. I got off the bed and looked down at you. My erection pulsed in time with my heartbeat and I wanted to plunge it inside you but I knew that the teasing I was going to do would increase both of our levels of arousal. I picked up my camera and took a couple of photos with it on the silent setting. There was a slight click each time I took a photo, and you strained to hear what I was doing, your head following my movement about the room. I moved back to the bed, reached down and took hold of a nipple, causing you to take a sharp intake of breath. I twisted it between my thumb and forefinger and you whimpered with pleasure, your body tensing a little. I released your nipple and you relaxed. Even though you were expecting it, when I squeezed your other nipple you whimpered out loud again. When I released your nipple you relaxed. Your mouth was open as you took deep breaths, your tongue playing over your lips. I went to the rucksack I had been carrying around the city. You heard me open the zip but couldn't work out what it was. While you had been wandering around the shoe shops I had discovered a shop of a less wholesome nature. As you could not see, I retrieved the items I had bought and placed them on the bedside table. I picked up the first pair of items, nipple clamps, and walked towards the bed. I stood above you pressing the clips open and letting them snap closed, then leant down and attached one to each nipple. "Oh my God, that hurts, but it hurts so good." you whispered and then started breathing faster. "Tell me if you want me to stop my sweet." I said, but you shook your head no. I walked back to the table and picked up the next item, a long feather of about the size of a quill. It had been a complete impulse buy as I wasn't sure how you would react to its use. I wasn't even sure exactly how I was going to use it. I looked at the feather and ran my finger over the edge I walked back to the bed, lowered the feather and began running it around your nose then over the delicate skin between your nose and upper lip. You twisted and turned to get away from it, but there was no escape. "No", you gasped, "not my nose!" I began to run the feather very lightly over your breasts, just barely making contact with your skin. Already turned on by the situation, the moisture in your pussy increased and your nipples seemed to thicken and extend even though they were constrained by the clamps. After spending several minutes teasing your breasts I gently slid the feather down your stomach and towards your pussy. I stopped at your trimmed bush and ran the feather in circles around and through your pubic hair. I let it drift down the inside of your thighs, teasing first one leg and then the other but bypassing your pussy as I moved the feather between your legs. In seconds you were gasping for breath, thrusting your hips into the air, lifting your bum up off the bed. I could tell that you were close to cumming, approaching your peak, so I withdrew the feather. Even without the feather teasing you your hips were thrusting, searching for release. "Why...why did you stop?" "To teach you a lesson, about teasing and taunting me ... and because I felt like it." I said as I bent down and kissed you gently on the mouth. I picked up the feather again and touched it against the side of your throat, causing you to jump in surprise. Your body was immediately covered in goosebumps as the feather trailed down your side and over your rib cage. You were so aroused that when I touched any part of your body with the feather a sexual thrill passed through you. I trailed the feather down your side, down your thigh, over your knee and down your shin to your foot. As I tickled your feet with the feather you began squirming and it wasn't long before you were gasping for breath again. Then I simply stopped, not touching you anywhere and making no sound, leaving you in suspense about what I would do next. You heard me leave the room and quickly return. Then I seemed to potter around the room and you gave up trying to work out what I was doing. You sank back into your own world. The sensations from your clamped nipples were enough to keep you aroused. Then I touched you again, trailing the feather around the sensitive skin in the area of your trimmed bush. The area that was clear of hair was sensitive and every slight snag of the feather in your bush sent a tiny sensation through you. I played the feather down the sides of your pussy, barely touching your lips, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. You began to make small noises in your throat, not words, not groans, but whimpering sounds, sounds of sexual ecstasy. I had never seen you react like this and I was enjoying the spectacle. When you were desperately lifting your hips off the bed I knew you were getting close to a climax. I stopped, moved away from the bed and took some more photos. Your undulating hips were causing your pussy to open and close in front of me. I knew I would never forget the sight. You suddenly realised that the feather had been removed. "No, don't stop! Not now, I need to cum. Don't leave me like this again. Please, I have to cum." I reached down and removed the clamps from your nipples. You appreciated the blessed release from the pain but missed the pleasurable feelings. I was about to play my final card. When I'd briefly left the room I'd bought some ice, which I'd left standing in a bowl since my return to the room. I lifted one of the largest cubes I could see from the bowl and held it over your mouth. As the first drop hit your lips you moaned and your tongue lapped at the liquid. I lowered the cube and touched it to your lips. Your mouth opened and your lips wrapped around the ice cube. You moaned around the cube. I released it and you sucked it into your mouth. As you enjoyed the cold liquid melting from the ice cube I reached across and lifted another from the bowl. This time I aimed lower. I moved the ice cube towards your pussy. As it made contact with your pussy you screamed, your back and hips arching up. The ice hitting your sex-heated pussy was something you would never forget. "Fuck, it's freezing. What are you doing to me? It feels gorgeous." I left the cube inside you and removed my fingers then I leant down and began to lick your pussy. The cold area just created by the ice cube felt odd to my tongue. I probed inside you and my nose worked against your pussy lips. My tongue brushed against the ice inside of you and I knew it wouldn't last long. The sensations from the ice cube and my tongue were too much for you. You had never before felt the sensations that were going through your body. The cold in your mouth and pussy seemed to be connected. As the ice in your mouth melted so did the ice in your pussy. As I lapped at the cold water inside your pussy some leaked out and down past my chin. I had teased you and kept you at the edge for so long. Your orgasm hit your body and it was like nothing you had ever experienced before. You moaned loudly. When your orgasm finally drifted away, your hips dropped back on the bed and you were spent and exhausted. It took minutes before you could start to think again. Your body had a sheen of sweat covering it, your pussy was flooded with your juices and so was my face. I reached down to your feet and loosened the ties. You groaned as you moved you legs together. I moved to the top of your body to loosen the belt and unbind your wrists. I removed the blindfold and kissed your eyes, nose and, finally, your mouth. You could smell and taste yourself on me and were happy to kiss me back passionately. I took you in my arms and held you close. You felt my erection against you and although you wanted to do something with it you were aching a bit too much. "Let me rest for a little while and then it's your turn." you said as we snuggled together. I was smiling as I felt you relax and then heard the shallow even breathing that indicated you were sleeping. I knew that you would be true to your word and looked forward to you waking up. Under Control Nathan and I had been shopping at the mall for about two hours when his patience starting wearing out. We were looking for gifts for both of our families, but he was clearly bored and antsy and, well, a little bit annoying. Right until he saddled up behind me as I leaned over a display of sweaters. His large hands gripped my waist, then glided down over my hips, grinding slightly – and inappropriately – against my ass. "Nate," I hissed, batting a hand at him. And then I felt the swell of his penis rub into me, through both our jeans, and I blushed. "Jesus, Nate –" He whipped one hand into my hair, gripping it close to my scalp, and yanked me back against him. He pressed his face to where his fingers twisted in my hair just over my ear, and his lips brushed against my cheek. "I'm going to fuck you. Now." I glanced around, frantic, but this particular department was heavily clogged with displays of clothing, and no one could see us unless they came close. Probably not, anyway. My breath hitched in my throat. I liked the manhandling, and if we were at home, I would be melting at the firmness in his voice and his uncompromising grip . . . but we weren't at home. "Look, let me just look in a few more stores, and then we're out of here, I promise," I said, stiffly, my neck arched backwards against him. "And we can do whatever you want." "I said now," he reminded me, then released me. I spun quickly, my rear end against the sweater display. "I told you weeks ago . . . I want to fuck you in a public restroom." "Yes, but –" "Now," he said simply. "Do you have anything else to say?" What he meant was, did I need to use the safe word? Because we had one. But I tried, desperately, to not have to use it. I liked our games, and I loved feeling out of control. He had warned me that this was something he wanted, and I had confessed that public sex had always terrified me. The idea thrilled me, sure, but there was so much possible humiliation. And the possibility of getting in trouble. I was, publically speaking, a good girl. I did what I was supposed to do, I followed the rules. If it was left up to me, the terror would always outweigh the thrill. But, unless I wanted to utter the dreaded safe word, it was not currently up to me. He led me to a men's restroom in the back corner of the department store. He walked in first, and once the coast was clear, he shoved the door open, and I stepped inside. I'd somehow been expecting a men's restroom to be something that belonged at a truck stop despite its location in a nice mall, and I was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness. That seemed positive, despite the row of urinals. "The stall," Nate hissed. I pushed open the handicapped stall door, and we both stepped inside. He grabbed my purse and set it on the handicap bar. Not sanitary, but I was relieved it wasn't the floor. "Get on your knees." I dragged my teeth across my lower lip and let out a nervous breath. "Nate, are you sure –" "You had your chance to get out of this, Cadence," Nate replied. "Knees. Don't make me tell you a third time." "Did you lock the door?" I couldn't help squeaking out. I didn't think he did, and I could feel panic and arousal both strumming in my stomach. Nate grabbed my hair again, roughly pulling me against him, and bit my ear lobe. "You made me ask again," he said, but he didn't sound disappointed. His teeth scraped over my skin, and I shivered. His hand skimmed over my summery dress, then hooked on the neckline, catching the cups of my bra and baring my breasts, leaving them perched on the taut material. His fingers clenched around my nipples, tugging sharply downward, and I gasped. "Knees. Now. You'll be punished for that." It was on the tip of my tongue to request he at least lock the stall door, but the mention of punishment sent a scorching punch of desire through my system. I didn't want to be punished, not here, but a good, hard spanking was delicious. I sank to my knees, pushing the thin cotton of my dress underneath me so my skin wasn't touching the bathroom floor. Nate noticed and smirked, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he just lifted his shirt slightly, exposing his belt and zipper. My hands made quick work of these, and in moments, I eased out his thick cock. As usual, just looking at him made my pulse quicken. I lifted it gently and slid my tongue along the hot underside, flattening my tongue as I reached the tip, then slowly engulfing the silk-soft head in my mouth. I heard his sharp exhale as the first moment of heat set in, and I started to lean back to return to licking him, but Nate had a different idea. He fisted his hand in my hair and pushed me forward, his cock filling my mouth. I made a muffled noise, not protest, just surprise, and quickly breathed in through my nose. His cock pushed forward until it hit my throat, and I fought back my gag reflex, breathing slowly. He pulled back slightly, giving me a moment to relax, then pushed in again. The second time I was ready, taking him in nearly all the way. There was always the last inch or so that I couldn't quite capture. He loosened his grip as I instinctively followed the familiar dance. I gazed up at him, feeling the first real glimmer of submissiveness: my knees curled beneath me on the bathroom floor, my breasts displayed for him over my dress, his dick filling my senses, and his hand controlling my motions. I could feel myself getting wet. Nate pumped into my mouth, meeting my eyes with the slightest quirk of a smile playing at his mouth. "Your mouth is made for this," he said huskily. He closed his eyes, letting me please him for another minute, then tugged my hair, separating our skin. "Get up, Cadence. On the toilet." "What?" I squeaked. "Well, take off your panties first," he amended. "Then on the toilet. On your knees. Facing the wall." Gross. It looked clean enough, but I knew it had to be disgusting. I reached beneath my dress at my hips, only exposing a little of my legs as I removed my panties and tucked them into my purse. He lifted an eyebrow. "The longer you make this take, the more likely someone walks in on us," he reminded me. My breath quickened, and, shaking, I knelt on the toilet as he'd requested. It was smooth and slightly curved, and my legs wobbled, out of bad balance or fear, I'm not sure. "Put your hands on the wall," he said. I lifted my palms to the wall and drew in a shaky breath. My flip-flops, hanging tenuously from my toes, finally fell off. Nate kicked them out of the way. "Maybe we should stop," I whispered, my nerves flooding back now that we weren't touching. "Chicken shit," he muttered, but I could hear the smile in his voice. My dress bunched upward, exposing me to the cool, stale air of the bathroom. It tightened as he pulled it together so that he could hold the fabric in one hand. I could feel the fingertips of his other hand tapping my inner thighs, encouraging me to widen my stance. I gave a hiccupy little gulp. He gave a soft chuckle, his fingers dipping between my legs and coming away slick. "You don't feel so chicken shit here." "There's something wrong with me," I muttered, but I couldn't argue that I was turned on. He did this to me, rattled me. I wanted to hide, to argue, but I also wanted to see what would happen. Feel how it would feel. Do something . . . naughty. Then immediately apologize. He laughed, then skimmed his hands up my body and yanked me back against him. I wavered, but he held me tight. "Dress off. It's getting in the way." I obeyed, crossing my arms in front of me and peeling it off. He tossed it behind him, in the direction of my purse. I hoped it caught on something, but I couldn't turn enough to find out. "Bra too," he said. It was already skewed uncomfortably across my chest, and I quickly unclasped it. It was tossed the way of my dress, leaving me naked and terrified and unbelievably hot. His big, strong hands roamed over my body, eventually cupping my breasts and squeezing. Hard. I yelped. He released them but began toying with the nipples, circling them slowly, pinching and tugging, swirling over them. I moaned, then bit it back. "You said – you said you wanted to fuck me," I said, my breath coming in shameful little pants. "Just do it already! Someone is going to come in any second, Nate." "All in good time," he crooned. "First, I promised you punishment." "Not here," I said, a little frantic. "You –" "Where I say," he countered. "Hands on the wall again." I gave a sad little mewl, frustrated and conflicted. He couldn't do this. Someone was going to walk in, someone would catch us, he was making this take forever . . . but it wasn't up to me. It wasn't something I could control. I was just . . . his. He stepped back from me, leaving me feeling more naked than ever in his absence. I could feel my body trembling, my nipples pebbling, the coolness where my moisture had touched my thighs. I heard the rustling of fabric, the soft metallic brush of his belt clasp being tugged through. His belt? Seriously? What happened to a playful hand spanking? "Nate, I don't think –" "Shut up," he said sternly, then the belt hit the soft, giving flesh of my backside, and I yelped again. "I'd suggest being quieter, if you don't want an audience." "Noooo, no, I don't . . ." I held my breath. The next hit was only his hand. Still hard, still stinging, but not as badly as the thick leather belt. The next few minutes were a blur of his hand and that fucking belt, my eyes closed and my teeth gnashing my bottom lip, trying not to cry out. I was mostly successful. By the time he finally stopped, my bottom cheeks both felt like they were burning, and I was breathing hard, moments away from a sob or scream. Then his hand slid between my cheeks and eased inside my cunt, the wetness unmistakable. I finally cried out at this touch, my hips jerking. "You'll know better next time," Nate whispered to me, pressing up behind me. His hot cock pressed against my hot skin, and I didn't know if it felt more pleasurable or painful. I wanted him. Oh, so badly. "Won't you, Cadence? Won't you just obey next time?" "Yes," I panted. "Yes, yes . . ." "You're so wet," he continued, his words feathering against my ear. "And you took that spanking so well. You were so good, baby." "Uh huh," I managed as his fingers found my clit and circled. I didn't care what hurt. I felt myself in that bizarre submissive mindset, that sort of empty and fulfilled sort of space, where I wanted to please him and I fell sort of quiet and away from myself. I was afraid, but I wasn't afraid. I knew this was what he wanted, and I wanted it too. He drew my wetness back to my behind, his fingertips pressing against my asshole, then returning to gather more. Slowly, he slid a finger inside my ass, and I moaned, pushing back against him, wanting more, wanting anything, needing to come. He chuckled at my eagerness. "What do you want?" "You," I breathed. "Please, please . . ." "What do you want me to do, Cadence?" "Fuck me," I begged. "Fuck me please, now, please." My hips were churning, longing for more, and he took his finger out of me. His cock moved between my thighs, sliding in the slickness, the tip rubbing against my clit and making me jolt. He grasped my hips and in one, swift motion, pushed inside my cunt. I cried out. Nate kept one long-fingered hand wrapped around my hip and thigh while the other played with my clit, fingering and fucking me, my moan catching in my throat as my hips matched his thrusts. He felt so long and thick as he moved in and out of me. I wanted all of him, all of him, inside me, where anyone could see, and I didn't care, I didn't give a fuck, they could all watch. The door opened. I sucked in a breath. Nate's hips still moved. I still wanted to moan, but my heart pounded as I heard the footsteps across the tile. As I heard a zipper ease down, Nate swiped a finger across my clit. "Ohh!" I clapped a hand across my own mouth as Nate chuckled. I hated him. I hated him and this was so humiliating and I loved him. My hips wriggled slightly, desperate for the friction. "What –" The voice squeaked, then a cough, and, "What's going on in there?" Nate started urgently fingering me as he rotated his cock inside me, and my body spasmed. I knew I was close, but I couldn't come like this . . . "Come and find out," Nate replied, and I froze. He hadn't locked it. He hadn't locked the door or the stall, and now a stranger was coming in, and I had been spanked and was naked and this was so humiliating. I was so torn. I wanted to run, and I didn't want to move, and I never wanted this to end. The stall creaked open, and there was this hush. The man must just be staring at us. I couldn't really look, with my hands back on the wall – and they had to stay on the wall now, firmly, with Nate pushing into me so hard. "You ever had a blow job?" Nate asked. "Uh, once or twice," the stranger said. He sounded young. A fucking kid. Just staring at me, seeing everything. At least Nate had all his clothes on still. And his cock was in me. The kid was seeing everything I had. I shivered, my nipples tightening. "Stand over there," Nate said. The guy stepped into my view. He was maybe twenty-one or twenty-two, with short reddish-brown hair and glasses, and so skinny. He wore a name tag for the store. Andrew. "Uh," Andrew said. "You okay?" I sputtered a sort of laugh but got out, "Yes." "Suck his dick, baby," Nate said, now fucking me slowly. Andrew looked like he wasn't sure if he should go along with this for another second or two, then he was shoving his pants down and tugging out his cock. It was surprisingly big, and he wrapped his fist around it, directing it toward my mouth. My nerves were calming already; the worst thing I could see happening had happened, and Nate had taken control of that too. I was safe, under his power, and I had work to do. I lowered my head, and Andrew scooted closer. Finally, the head brushed my lips, then pushed inside, and though it strained my neck a little, I began to suck. Nate paused. "Andrew, that's not going to work." Slowly, they rotated me, so that just my kneecaps were on the left side of the toilet. One of my arms rested on the back of the toilet, and Andrew stood in front of me, my other hand gripping his hip as I was bent nearly entirely onto my hands and knees. It was uncomfortable and awkward. I felt mortified, kneeling on a fucking toilet so that I could be fucked in both ends. What kind of girl would let two men do this to her? Shove their cocks inside her in a men's bathroom . . . it must have been a shameful sight, me entirely naked between the two clothed men, my body shaking with the effort to stabilize and wobbling with each thrust. They finally found their rhythm, and Nate's fingers smartly found my clit again. Nate's thick cock pulled out of me as Andrew's drew in, and I barely could breathe, I was so close to coming, I couldn't think of anything but the humiliation of being used like this, in this filthy place, to be so completely defiled . . . I moaned around Andrew's cock, my body spasming. Nate's fingers kept moving, swiftly, swiftly, while their cocks moved at a dizzying speed. I quaked, the toilet clattered. Andrew's body bumped roughly against the stall behind him as he pulled out and sprayed his cum across my face. Nate kept pounding behind me, riding me through my orgasm. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh, God!" I was nearly crying as he kept it up, one orgasm dissolving into another as I knelt there, cum dripping down my face as Andrew watched us. It was so dirty . . . Nate's fingers slid away and gripped my hips. He slammed against the ass he had just spanked, sending little lightning bolts of pain and desire through me with each hit, his balls hitting against my stickiness as he finally came inside me. Andrew shoved his dick back in his pants and backed out of the stall. "Uh, thanks," he said, nervously. "Sorry about the . . . uh . . . your face." Nate snorted through his heavy exhale. I glanced up at him, feeling my boyfriend's cock shrivel inside me, the wetness feeling like a mess between my thighs, and knowing I had this random guy's cum dripping down my cheek. "No, Andrew," I said with a slow smile. "Thank you."