Kinky, Rough & HARD: 10 Story Collection & BDSM Box Set Bundle Anthology: (Spankings, Bondage, Humiliation, Domination & Submission)

by Harley Jane Meadows

  Daddy turns the vibrator on. “See, Princess?”

  “Daddy… what are you doing?”

  “I’m teaching you a lesson, baby girl. When you come without me… there are consequences.”

  He presses the humming vibrator to my pussy, right through the flimsy cotton of my panties. I moan, loudly.

  “This pussy belongs to me. I get to decide when you play with it.”

  “Yes Daddy…” It feels so good. This… feels different. I can’t stop breathing hard.

  Daddy tugs the straps of my bra off my shoulders, and tugs the garment down off my chest. My breasts rise and fall freely now, with each heavy breath. He presses the vibrator to my pussy again. I’m so wet. If I weren’t strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross I would fall over.

  Daddy beckons to someone I can’t see. He rubs the vibrator against my clit, and I’m moaning out loud again. “Daddyyyyyy…”

  A man comes around to my line of sight. He has a video camera!

  I look up, and see myself, spread eagled and mostly naked on the cross.

  Daddy eyes me very seriously. “This is your opportunity, baby girl.” Daddy loves me so much. He wants me to say the phrase, if I have to. I’m so close. I’m so close. I bite my tongue and shake my head ‘no’.

  Daddy slips his finger against my panties, and moves it all the way against my right leg. My fat, puffy pink lips are wet and exposed again! The camera man goes to one knee, and pulls in to get a close-up of my pussy.

  I stare up in horror at the screen. All chatter in the dungeon has stopped. Everyone is staring at the screen. Everyone is staring at my pussy, larger than life. Wet, and sticky, and aching to be touched.

  Daddy rubs my lips with the vibrator, before penetrating me with it. I cry out. Every last defense has been taken away. He’s got me tied up, helpless, completely naked, and he’s pushing me to lose control. He’s making me come. He’s making me come. He’s making me—

  I cry out in delight. I can’t hold it in any longer, I can’t. Warm, sticky fluid squirts out of my pussy, dripping down the vibrator, running through Daddy’s fingers. It splashes down, and I can’t see where.

  I open my eyes and watch my pussy squirt on the screen. I squeal in shame, and the orgasm lifts me up higher. I’m weightless, strapped to the cross. Every thought leaves my brain, and I can’t think anymore.

  It’s a few minutes before I come down. I’m covered in sweat. I’m trembling all over, and I’m still riding the aftershocks of a violently intense orgasm.

  I realize Daddy is stroking my cheek. There are tears in my eyes. “Daddy, I came.”

  “I know you did, Princess. I know you did.”

  “That’s okay?” My voice comes out as a whimper and I can’t help it.

  He nods, and kisses my forehead. “You were so brave. Everyone thinks so. Come on now.”

  He unbinds my ankles first, then my wrists. He wraps me in my favorite blanket, fresh out of the duffel bag. Daddy cleans up the St. Andrew’s cross with sterile wipes, and the floor below. He walks me over to a bed for after care. He lays me down, and puts my head on his stomach. “You were so brave, Princess. You were better than I could’ve dreamed.”

  Right now all I want is to cling to Daddy. To hear him tell me I’m safe and all is forgiven and he loves me.

  Daddy strokes my hair. He makes soothing noises. “I love my princess. You’re my favorite good girl. You know that?”

  A new rush of warmth rises up in me. I’m his favorite good girl. His favorite.

  “You were wonderful tonight. I won’t forget what you did. All’s forgiven.”

  He pulls me closer, and wraps his arms around me. I look up in his warm blue eyes. “That was amazing, Daddy. Um, next time, can we try it with a blindfold?”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Don't Let Him Finish

  I’ve been pretty happy with my boyfriend for almost a year now.

  Devon’s pretty great. He’s attentive. He’s smart. He makes good money. He’s good in bed… There’s just one problem. The boy is so damned cocky. I absolutely dig his confidence, but there’s too much of a good thing.

  I told him if he kept it up, I was gonna have to teach him a lesson. He just gave me his fucking smirk and said, “I’d like to see you try.”

  What Devon doesn’t know is that I’ve been taking a ropes course. That little bastard is in for one hell of a surprise tonight…

  ~~~

  I get home from my little shopping trip around seven o’clock. It’s Devon’s turn to make supper. I open the door, and the smell of mushroom sauce welcomes me in. Did I mention he could cook?

  “Hey babe,” he says, sticking his head out of the kitchen. “Where ya been?” Devon is five foot ten. Packed with tight little muscles. He’s a personal trainer— it’s how we met in the first place.

  I set down my bags, and go to kiss him hello. He tastes like white wine— there’s an open bottle, some of it’s gone into the sauce. Some more of it’s gone into his wine glass.

  “I was out shopping,” I say, as he pours me a glass. “I picked up a few special treats, just for you.”

  He stands up a little straighter at that. “Really. Like what?”

  It’s my turn to smirk, so I plant one on his cheek. “It’s a surprise. You’ll get to see after supper.”

  Dinner was delicious, of course. I cleared the dishes, and put them into the dishwasher. Devon stayed at the table with this dopey grin on his face.

  “So! Lisa! What’s this big surprise?”

  I shake my head at him. “You’re terrible. Ever heard of a little thing called patience?”

  He chuckles. “Nope.” Laugh it up, fuzzball. You’re gonna get a lesson in patience tonight!

  I kiss him on the forehead, and go to the bedroom. I shut the door behind me.

  Over the dresser is a mirror. Standing back at me is a leggy brunette with pale brown skin and curves. She’s got a no-nonsense look on her face. Enjoy yourself, I tell her.

  I get undressed, and slip into the first treat I bought that day: a lacy white negligee. I had to get something a bit bigger to accommodate my bust, these things aren’t usually made with curvy girls in mind. Still. It’s white silk, and it has a little robe that matches it. Both the robe and the negligee stop just below my ass. I run a hand down my thigh, it’s smooth and warm.

  I pick up the little black bag containing my next surprise, and open the door to the living room.

  Devon’s eyes almost pop out of his head, when he sees me in the nighty. His jaw hangs open. “Baby?” I take a satisfied breath. My tits rise and fall in the negligee, and my boy doesn’t take his eyes off me. This is gonna be good.

  I swing the little black bag back and forth, dangling from my finger. He eyes the bag with fascination. “What’s that?”

  I reach into the bag, and pull out a strand of black silken rope, about a centimeter thick. It keeps coming, longer and longer, off the roll in the bag. I swing the rope around in my other hand. “Wanna go for a ride?”

  Devon almost trips over himself, on the way to the bedroom. He kisses my cheek, my lips, my neck. “What did you have in mind?”

  I turn him around, and walk him into the bedroom. “Just a little trust exercise. I wanna tie you up.”

  He stops, mid-step. “Like, tie me up how?”

  I kiss his cheek. “I wanna tie your hands behind your back, baby. Then… if you’re lucky, I’ll put on a show.”

  He goes rigid. I slip my hands into his waistband, and tug his shirt free. “Take this off, will you?”

  He whips off his shirt, and drops it to the floor. I pull his hands behind his back, right above his ass. “Hold ‘em right there for me, baby.”

  I take the silken rope, and I bind his wrists together. I’ve been practicing this. I don’t want to cut off his circulation or anything. Just keep him from getting loose. Getting the knot right takes me a few minutes.

  Devon looks over his shoulder at me, when I start binding his biceps. “
What are you doing?”

  I kiss him on the shoulder. “Trust me. This is gonna be worth it.”

  Slowly, I bind his biceps. He can still breathe comfortably, the rope isn’t tight across his chest. When I finish, I ask him to move around. He wriggles back and forth, trying to free his hands, but I did a decent job of tying him up! “Aw man,” he grunts, still struggling, “When’d you learn how to do this??”

  I smirk. “I’ve been taking a class.”

  Now the fun begins.

  I turn Devon around, and kiss him. It’s warm, and sweet, and hungry too. He wants me; it’s not hard to tell. Mm. I push him back gently, and look down his body. He’s still wearing his jeans, and he’s getting hard.

  I ask him to kick off his shoes. He does. I caress his flat stomach. I tease a line down his six-pack, and slowly, s l o w l y unbuckle his belt. He’s already sighing with impatience. Boy, you have no idea.

  “You are going to have to learn some patience.”

  He huffs out a breath. “Yeah? Or what?”

  I bite my bottom lip. “Or you don’t get any of this.” I kiss him feather-light, and step away. I tease the fabric of the robe off my shoulder, exposing my pale brown skin. His eyes intensify on me. I dip my knees a little, and moan. He stands there, staring at me. It feels so good. He’s all mine…

  I pull the robe back on. He makes a frustrated face, and I tip him back on to the bed. I unbutton his jeans, and gradually tug down his fly. He’s mostly erect, in his boxer briefs. I tug off his jeans, and leave him lying there in his boxers.

  He sits up. “Don’t stop, baby.”

  I smile, and stretch, feigning a yawn. As my hands come down again, I slip the robe off my shoulders. It spills like water off my skin. I take a deep breath. My tits rise and fall, under the negligee. He can’t take his eyes off me.

  “You like this, huh? You like it when I move for you, baby?”

  He nods. I tell him to scoot up the bed. I lift my leg, and put my foot on the edge of the mattress. I tease the hem of the negligee, and lean into the bed. I flash my boyfriend, letting him see I’m not wearing any panties. His eyes go wide at the glimpse of my pussy.

  “Oh, babe. Come on.”

  “You like what you see? Hm?”

  He nods, not taking his eyes off my lips. I stroke my folds just a little, and coax them apart. Mmmmnnmm…

  “But what am I thinking?” I ask, teasing him. I put my leg down, and walk up the side of the bed. “My poor baby’s getting awfully hard. Isn’t he.”

  Devon nods. “Fuck yes I am!”

  I pat him on the chest. “Lie back for momma. I’ll see what I can do about it.”

  He smiles, and lies back. I slide my fingers under his waistband, and start tugging down. In seconds, I can see the head of his penis, beet red with a drop of pre-cum sitting on top of it, ready to spill over. I slide the boxer briefs down his body, exposing the rest of his cock.

  He’s mostly erect, now, just from anticipation. We can’t let that slide, now can we…

  I rub the tip of his head with my middle finger. I get it good and wet with his pre-cum. He starts to moan.

  More pre-cum seeps out of his dick, and I rub it all over his soft head. He’s glistening and a deep pink, when I’m through. I stroke his shaft, little by little. The tiniest movements are enough to get him harder, and harder, until he’s solid as teak wood and ready to pop.

  “Fuck, I’m so turned on, baby,” he says, between heavy breaths.

  “Are you?” I ask. “Funny. I don’t believe you.” I trace my finger around the edge of his head. He’s throbbing, now.

  “Look at me, Lisa. I’m fucking hard as—”

  I take him into my mouth. He almost leaps onto my tongue, he’s so eager to be touched. I moan softly for him, and suck on him. He splashes more pre-cum onto my tongue. I squeeze his thigh. He’s close.

  He starts to cry out… which is exactly when I stop. I let go of his cock with a soft pop, as my lips break contact.

  “No! Oh baby, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Don’t stop…” He keeps his eyes shut, waiting for me to go back to blowing him. It takes a few seconds for him to realize it’s not gonna happen.

  He opens his eyes. He’s breathing hard. “What…? Why’d you stop?”

  I smile. “Oh, baby. Who said tonight was about you getting off?”

  He sits up. Anger flashes across his face. “What the hell?”

  I trace my finger up and down his chest, over the ropes. “How many nights have you left me unsatisfied, Devon? Hm? How many times have you gotten yours, rolled over, and fallen asleep? And how long did you think I was gonna put up with that bullshit, anyway?”

  He looks at me, and bites his lip. “Baby, what are you talking about? You love how I fuck you.”

  I give him my skeptical face. “Yeah. I just don’t love how you finish so damn quick.”

  He tries to struggle in his bonds, but he can’t free himself. I put my hand on his stomach. “Now listen. Listen. You show me you can be patient, and if you’re lucky, you’ll get a happy ending out of this, tonight. You hear me?”

  Devon realizes he’s completely under my control, and saying ‘no’ to me right now would be a very bad idea. He nods his head ‘yes’.

  “Good. Then here’s what you’re gonna do.” That’s when I take out my last little treat: a rechargeable vibrator from my favorite shop. It’s fully charged and ready to go. “You’re gonna watch me come. I’m gonna play with your cock, again and again, just so you don’t get a chance to go soft on me.”

  His mouth hangs open. I start touching myself, and I go on. “Mmmm. Then, when I’ve had enough, and if you’ve been very good… Momma will let you have some, too. Do we have a deal?”

  I pull Devon’s legs apart, then I get on the bed and sit in front of him. I lean back just far enough to get comfortable, and pull the hem of my nighty up to my hips. Devon can see my pussy. My lips are puffy and damp, now. Mm… I tease my pussy with my fingers.

  “Watch me, Devon. Look at me…” He nods, and gazes intently at my pussy. I turn the vibrator on, and start rubbing it against my lips. “OhHhhh…”

  The vibrator feels so good. It feels even better, knowing that Devon’s just dying to touch me— to be touched— and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it. A shiver runs up my spine.

  I feel all this tasty warmth start to build up, between my hips. Mm. It’s so nice… I bite my lip, and look Devon in the eye. He’s huffing through his mouth, just desperate to break free and have his way with me. But I’ve been practicing those knots for weeks, and he’s not going anywhere.

  OhhhHhhh… I want to feel the air on my skin. It’s not enough. I slip the skinny little string of a strap off my shoulder, and down it goes. I slip my hand into the nighty, and free my breast. Devon makes a kind of choking sound when he sees my nipple. It’s getting hard in the air, now.

  “MMmmmm…” I keep rubbing the vibrator, up and down my lips. Ohh. I trace little circles around my nipple with my finger, around my nice, fat areola. Devon licks his lips.

  I lick my fingers, and pinch my nipple. It feels wicked, but not as wicked as watching him squirm. Devon groans at me, now. I look at his cock. There’s a big, clear drop of pre-cum just sitting on the tip of his head. It’s about to spill down his puffy, swollen head.

  I reach out for it. “Want me to get that for you? Hmm?”

  I rub the pre-cum into his skin. I stroke him, nice and slow. He shudders with need.

  I nudge the vibrator up, up to my clit, and hold it there. The pressure, the humming, Devon’s need for me to keep touching him… it’s all heaven.

  His breaths get deeper and deeper. His muscles are twitching, under the skin. He looks ready to pop. So I let go of his shaft, and rub the sticky clear fluid around on my breast. It catches the light. He shouts at me, but no words come.

  I’m closer. “Ohh, baby. Oh, Devon. I’m getting close. Mmm!” I pull the other shoulder strap down, and the nighty just falls
off my chest, and falls around my waist. My tits rise and fall with every breath, getting harder and harder to keep to myself.

  “Ohhhh, Devon. If you could feel this…” I grab my breast and squeeze it, and shut my eyes. I imagine it’s his hand on my skin. I press the vibrator harder against my clit. I bite my lip. I’m so close.

  “Baby, this is torture. Please,” he begs. My baby is begging me to touch him, to get him off, to give him some release. I’m not going anywhere, yet. No no. This is my time.

  I press the vibrator up, inside my pussy. A shudder of pleasure rides up my whole body. “Oohhh!!”

  I look at Devon. I look at his cock, dripping with need. I look him in the eyes again, so damn hungry for me—

  I spill over, inside. All that tasty warmth, just lets go inside my pussy. I cry out. I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth, and savor it as the burst of pleasure comes. My body goes tight like a fist inside, and the orgasm lifts me up, up! I feel weightless on the bed. Everything goes away. Everything…

  I’m still trembling. I’m shaking like a leaf. It’s just… mmm.

  Devon looks at me, waiting for me to speak. “Baby? Lisa? Are you gonna untie me now that you came?”

  I take a long, slow breath. “Why would I do that? We’re just getting started.”

  I look at Devon’s cock. It’s not quite as hard as it was. We can’t have that, now can we? I put the vibrator down, but leave it on.

  I crawl over to Devon, and I take his shaft in my hand. I give it a gentle squeeze. “Ohhh, poor thing. It’s hard, just having to look but not touch. Isn’t it.” I press my thumb to the underside of his head. Right at the frenulum, that little super-sensitive spot. Devon can only nod, at this point.

  “Let Lisa make it better.” I bend down and kiss the tip of his cock. I kiss it again. A few drops of pre-cum dribble out of his tip. I rub them into his skin, and stroke his shaft. He’s breathing harder for me, now. Good boy.