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“You’re acting ridiculous,” Christine spat, her hands bound to the bed frame with rope.
Felix focused on the remaining rope in his hands, tying each leg to the bottom of the bed by her ankles, leaving her fully exposed and vulnerable for his use. He pulled on each rope, ensuring the knot would hold, ignoring her angry, bratty remarks.
“You really thought I was going to let you use those ropes on me?” he laughed, running two fingers across her skin. “Very funny, PomPom." He looked at her body on the bed. "And did I ever mention how tiny you are? ”
“Untie me,” she ordered.
“Mmm, don’t think so,” Felix replied, digging through a drawer until he found what he was looking for. “You’re being a brat.”
He pulled out a thick scarf, holding it close to her as she squirmed.
“Felix, don’t you fucking try,” Christine spoke, a demanding look on her face.
“Keep running your mouth, Chrissy. See how that works out for ya,” he whispered, tying the silk around her head, gagging her so she couldn’t speak.
Christine groaned, her words a muffled mess through the gag. He grabbed her throat, making his breath hitch as he wrapped her big hand around her.
“You’ve got an awfully loud mouth for someone so small,” he said, tightening his grip as she squinted at him.
He smacked her cheek, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to correct her. Fumbling with the other items in the drawer, Christine watched as he pulled out his favorites, setting them aside for later use. Felix reached for a pink vibrator, one he knew Christine had only used on herself a few times when she was alone. He pushed the button, a vibrating hum filling the room. He smirked, watching her eyes fill with both anticipation and dread as he pushed it between her thighs. Christine jumped, pulling on the restraints as it made contact. The sensation was overwhelming, knowing she couldn’t move away from the intense pleasure. Felix’s large hand remained on her hip, his thumb stroking the bone in a calm contrast to the vibration. He kept his eyes locked on her, noting every jump, every little movement, every moan, every little reaction.
“So sensitive,” he whispered, pressing the button to turn up the speed.
Christine moaned, a sharp, muffled noise. Her eyes fluttered, and her head fell back, feeling a knot in her stomach as Felix kept the vibrator between her legs. He moved it just enough to slide two fingers in her already wet cunt, feeling her tighten around them as he kept the toy directly on her clit. His fingers felt huge compared to her own. He waited until she was nearing her climax, then pulled the vibrator away, humming as she tried to beg for more.
“Did you think I was just gonna let you finish?” Felix asked, his tone sarcastic. “I’m not done playing with you, Chris.”
He grabbed another item from the pile, a black flogger that Christine didn’t even know he owned.
“This is a punishment, anyway," he reminded her. “For being such a brat.”
He watched as she refused to acknowledge him, knowing that if he undid the gag, she’d talk back again in a heartbeat. He reached down, his hand covering the entirety of her stomach, and planted a firm kiss on her lips. Moving down to her neck, he bit into her skin, leaving red and purple teeth marks on her. He kept a firm grip on the flogger, holding on to her body as he continued leaving marks down her body, licking from her clit to her collarbone. Finally, he stepped back and delivered a firm strike to her stomach, the leather wrapping around her body. She jumped, watching a line form on her waist. He struck her again on her thigh, and she moaned under her breath, feeling the sting on her hot skin.
“Look at me,” he told her, striking her a final time between her legs.
Christine threw her head back against the headboard, a loud thud as she tried to catch her breath.
“God, you’re so fun,” Felix grinned, setting the toy aside and pulling the vibrator out once again.
He sat on the edge of the bed with her at his mercy. He turned the toy to the highest setting, hovering above her clit as he pressed down quickly, feeling her squirm and arch off the mattress. With his free hand, he ran his fingers over her body, stopping on each bruise, scratch, and bite mark, admiring his work. He ended with his hand on her chin, pulling down the gag to stick his fingers in her mouth, the ones he’d previously had inside of her. She moaned loudly as she reached her orgasm, jerking as if she could undo the knots tying her to bed, but it was no use. Felix kept a smug look on his face as she climaxed, but didn’t move the vibrator. Instead, he kept it pressed between her legs, hearing her whine as the stimulation became too much. After a few minutes, he removed his fingers, turning off the vibrator as he watched her chest rise and fall in jagged motions.
“Good girl,” he praised, brushing her hair away from her face and kissing her forehead gently. “But we’re not done.”
The bed was soaked, covered in the mess Felix had created with the toy.
“Be right back,” he whispered, stepping out of the room and returning with seemingly nothing.
He kneeled between her legs, looking up at her to expose a single ice cube in his mouth, then moving to her clit. The cold sensation made her scream, the sound clearer now that the gag had been loosened. The warm contrast of his mouth and the ice felt overwhelmingly good, a feeling she’d never imagined. Her second orgasm came much quicker this time. Felix wrapped his hands around her legs, holding her down against the bed as she came, hoping to feel every movement she made under his control.
“You’re a mess, Christine,” he muttered.
Her bratty complex had disappeared. Her face was flushed, and her body marked, covered in bruises and sweat. Felix stood between her legs, his knees bruised slightly from kneeling on the hard floor. He carefully untied the ropes around her legs, revealing small lines from the bondage. He moved his own body between hers, wrapping her legs around his body. He removed the gag entirely, watching her take a deep breath, a grin across her face that meant he was doing something right.
“I’ll be gentle this time,” he told her, pressing his hand down on her stomach again as he slowly pushed into her, both of them moaning at the same time, a sense of relief.
Christine moaned his name, trying to adjust to his size as he slowly began to move.
“You’re so tight,” Felix whined under his breath.
He found a comfortable rhythm that he enjoyed, attempting to keep his eyes on her, but closing them at the feeling. He watched as she took every bit of him with no issue, making him even more of a mess. He thrust into her harder, the sounds coming from her mouth almost angelic to him. He reached above her head, undoing the restraints in a single movement, pinning her hands to the mattress and intertwining his fingers in her own.
“Pretty girl,” he spoke, tears falling from his eyes and onto her skin.
“Felix, please,” she whimpered, her legs tightening around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He drove into her one last time, his name falling from her lips in a high-pitched yell as he finished, her body shaking underneath his touch. Pulling out, he collapsed beside her, leaving her dripping in her own sweat and his cum. The two lay in silence for a moment, Felix’s hand on her waist, moving his thumb in small circular motions to comfort her.
"I’ve got you, PomPom," he whispered. "You're okay. You did so good for me.”
Christine smiled, laying her head over onto him. After nearly half an hour of lying in bed, Felix sat up, walking to the bathroom to gather a towel and a wet rag. He returned to clean up, bringing her a clean shirt of his own to put on, cooling her off with the wet rag against her face.
“Was I too rough?” he asked, observing the marks on her skin as she pulled the fabric of the shirt over her head.
“Not at all,” she promised, reaching up to kiss him. “You were perfect.”
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him back onto the mattress with her.
“Just stay with me, please.”