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Boys Will Be Boys
By Kayla Kuffs
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She was naked except the cuffs that covered her wrists and ankles, kowtowedin the center of his living room. Her long hair was flung forward and displayedbetween her arms that were pushed straight out from her shoulders. As he walkedaround her, he could see the end of the butt plug that sealed her ass and acord trailing from her pussy. Taped to her tailbone was a sign that said "HappyBirthday Sir." He smiled and pulled the sign off. It blocked his view.
Bending down he turned the dial on the cord that was lying between her legsand turned it on to low. She flinched but didn't utter a sound. He tapped theend of the butt plug, he heard a quiet gasp but she held her pose.
He stood back and noticed there was a beer waiting for him beside his favouritechair, the mug still frosted.
"Oh baby." He growled. He picked it up and gulped half of it down then surveyedthe room to see what else she had prepared for him. Candles were placed incorners and on top of the stereo stand; Tubular Bells was playing in the background.On his coffee table he saw his crop, and a couple of her vibrators.
Taking the crop in his hand he tapped the keeper into his palm. Now? Or later?
Now!
The crop landed on her ivory white ass cheek, leaving a perfect red negativeof the keeper. She flinched a little harder but didn't utter a sound.
"Good girl" he crooned and then did the same to the other cheek. She heldher position. He turned up the control on the wire, knowing it was attachedto her egg. She inhaled deeply.
He sat in his chair, picked up his beer and drank from it. An idea came tohim and he moved back to where she was. He kneeled behind her and took theice-cold mug and placed it on her back. Again he heard her suck in air. Itmade him smile. She was usually much more vocal than this. He wondered howlong she could pull it off.
Holding the mug on her back he began pumping the butt plug into her. A steadyfirm rhythm that he knew she liked. He watched the muscles in her back tenseup. Her fingers curled into fists but she was still silent. He dragged themug down her backbone and when he came to her ass he tipped the mug and leta drizzle of ice-cold beer trickle down the crack of her ass. Her toes curled,making him laugh.
He slipped a finger into her slit; she was wet, but not as wet as she couldbe. He stroked her clit, gently teasing it, not giving her the satisfactionhe knew she craved. He was going to draw this out. After all, she was his birthdaypresent, he should get to enjoy it.
He finished his beer, held the mug upside down and let the last few dripsland on her ass. He reached for the crop again and started tapping her withit. Up and down the insides of her thigh, sometimes softly, sometimes withmore of a bite. Not letting her know from one tap to the next what to expect.He could see her breathing had changed; it was heavier, a little ragged. Hepulled on the wire between her legs, pulling the egg a little closer to theopening of her pussy, he turn it up full and then continued tapping.
Not a whimper, not a moan, just the sounds of her breath, the sounds of themusic and sounds of the crop.
He took a swing and landed a heavy slap to her ass cheek. She let out a squeakthen, and he laughed again, deciding to slap the other cheek. But she was readyfor it and kept quiet.
"What's your game tonight slut? What are you trying to do?" his voice wasmenacing.
Putting down the crop he began to work the butt plug. Hard strokes that madeher brace herself against the floor to keep her ass in the air for him. Heknew it must be killing her too keep quiet and he intended to push her as hardas he could.
She was panting now, her hands grasping at the carpet, her body rocking intime to the pumping of the plug. He stopped and he watched her body deflateas she relaxed from the strain of holding back her orgasm. He pulled her eggout and she gasped.
His hands began to roam her ass, the flat of his palms sliding all over herwarmth. Circling her ass cheeks, up her back, down her sides, around her hipsand around her thighs. Round and around, he let his hands travel on her body.Then with no warning for her he shot three fingers into her pussy and she groaned,and he won the silence contest.
He stared to fuck her hard with his fingers and she braced herself on thecarpet, trying to hold her position, to give him the access he needed to useher body. He watched her fight the waves of pleasure rippling through her belly,her eyes tightly shut, her fingers and toes clenching and unclenching as shefought to hold her control.
He stopped again and he watched her take breaths to calm herself down. Shewas extremely wet now, her pussy shone in the candlelight, glistening dew saton the crest of her swollen lips. She looked hot. He felt his cock strainingagainst his jeans. It wanted action. He wanted action. It was time.
He stood up and removed his jeans, his cock sprang free of his boxers andpointed straight up. Pre-cum collected at its head. He went into the kitchen,leaving her to wonder what he was doing, grabbed a beer from the fridge andreturned.
He squatted behind her and removed the clip that kept her ankles togetherand then he pushed her legs wider apart. Sitting behind her he centered himselfwith her pussy. He wanted to be in the right spot when he was ready to takeher. He ran the base of the beer bottle past her pussy and he felt her shiver.He let a few drops of the amber liquid drip onto her back again, enjoying theway it trickled down her ass until it hit the base of the butt plug. The buttplug, time to remove it.
Setting the beer aside he focused his attention on her ass. The butt plug,bright blue in color contrasted sharply against the whiteness of her ass cheeks.He pushed it in deep. A soft grunt was forced out of her. He pushed again.And again. And again. Each thrust harder, more violent, tormenting her, drivingher hard into the carpet, forcing her to cry out. He wanted her to cry, toyell, to react to him. He pulled the plug out and she groaned. He watched her,pressed against the carpet, her body heaving up and down as again she foughtfor control. Her pussy spread wide and dripping wet. She was so ready for him.
He took another swallow of beer.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her back setting her hard on his dick, plunginghimself deeply into her pussy. He grunted. She did too.
He grabbed her hair and wrapped his fist in it, his other hand wrapped aroundher waist. He felt something cold and discovered she'd been wearing clampsthis whole time and he didn't know. It only fed the passion he felt and heslammed her down harder masturbating himself with her pussy. He snagged thechain with a finger and began pulling on it, hurting her. Knowing it burned,knowing she'd call out. Determined to make the slut scream.
Her vocalizations were getting stronger. She was no longer silent but hecould tell she was fighting him all the way. He yanked the clamps and she yelped.
Her cuffed hands hand nothing to grasp, she put them behind her head andbraced her neck with them. Her breasts pushed forward, making the chain pullthe clamps more. Her eyes were tightly shut, a grimace contorted her face ashe continued to pull on the chain of the clamps.
He'd released her hair and had both arms wrapped around her waist. He continuedto bang her down onto his cock. Slamming her into him, his hips pushing upto meet her. She kept her body straight and tight and she pushed with her legsto help him raise her.
He could feel his balls tighten and he knew he had seconds before he wasgoing to come. He gripped the chain and pulled hard. The clamps flew off hernipples. It was then that she screamed, and the screamed put him over the edgeand he growled in her ear as he came.
He pushed his head down and bit her neck and her back arched as his teethsank into her and created a sexual burn that chased down her spine. It wasthe final act she needed and her orgasm came then and they bucked and groanedtogether. Her screams of pain turned to screams of glory as the both rode outtheir climaxes.
Spent, he slumped forward which put her back into the kowtow that she hadoriginally started in. This time though, instead of being exposed she was completelycovered by his body. They stayed that way as they each recovered from theirantics.
He rolled off of her and she snuggled into his arms.
"Happy Birthday Sir." She whispered into his ear.
"Thank you baby. Can you get me another beer?"
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