Dominant to Ann (M/F – BDSM)
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Chapter 1: Remembering
It had been too long.
But the moment I stepped into the room and saw her there — already kneeling — it was as if no time had passed at all.
She was still. Silent. Waiting.
Naked except for the thick leather collar at her throat and the matching cuffs buckled snugly around her wrists, folded neatly in her lap. The leash lay coiled beside her on the floor like a quiet offering.
Her chin was raised in her usual defiance, but her breath betrayed her — shallow, held, trembling at the edge.
That tension… I remembered it. The way she always greeted me with that flicker of resistance, that cheek, that defiance. She wanted me to see her like that. Wanted me to break her all over again.
I stood there in the doorway, saying nothing. Just watching her.
Her eyes flickered up once, a slight smirk on her face. Then down again. She didn’t speak. She already knew she was pushing her luck, and she was doing it on purpose… of course she was.
I took a slow step forward, letting her feel it.
The sound of my shoes on the hardwood echoed in the stillness, and I saw her shoulders rise with a quiet, involuntary breath. Her body was wound tight, caught in the space between trepidation and need.
I crouched in front of her. Close enough to take in her scent.
Her gaze stayed low, behaving, just barely. I could tell she wanted to look me in the eye, to challenge, to egg me on.… I could almost feel the current beneath her silence.
“Still my needy little bitch,” I murmured, my voice calm. Gentle, even. But there was no mistaking the weight behind it. “I can already tell you’ve forgotten how to behave, or do you just want me to remind you?”
Her lip trembled slightly. Not from fear. This was raw need. We both desperately wanted this, but she didn’t want to give it too easily.
I reached up, gripping her jaw in one hand, fingers digging in just enough to remind her I could. Her skin was soft, warm, pliant under my palm. I tilted her face up.
“I’m going to remind you, pet. Slowly.”
Her breath hitched. The softest gasp. She melted into my grip for a moment before I released her, rising to my feet again.
I began to circle her — slow, deliberate — watching how her shoulders stiffened, how her head turned slightly to follow my footsteps. She was trying not to move, but she was listening for me. Waiting for me.
I paused behind her and placed both hands on her shoulders, letting my fingers glide down the curves of her arms. Her skin shivered beneath my touch. I reached her wrists and slowly lifted them together behind her back, clicking the cuffs together with that familiar soft snick. The sound echoed with finality.
She exhaled, a tiny moan barely concealed.
Already giving herself to me, piece by piece.
I moved in front of her again. Picked up the leash, clipped it to her collar — slow and intentional. The chain slid through my hand with a satisfying weight before it snapped tight, the collar tugging ever so slightly against her throat.
Her eyes fluttered closed at the pressure.
I smiled.
“Up, my little bitch.”
She scrambled to her feet without hesitation — graceful, obedient, trembling with nervous energy. Her nipples were already hard, the air brushing across her bare skin, and I let my gaze drift over her. Her body was flushed in all the right places, the nipple piercings that I loved glinting in the half-light, every inch of her tuned to me.
I reached out, sliding my hand along her neck, across her collarbone, pausing just above the swell of her breast. I gently teased, and twisted one of her nipple piercings, enjoying her flinch beneath my touch.
“You’re going to thank me for every mark, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, with just a note of challenge in her voice. Usually, she’d spit the word with that cheeky, bratty attitude of hers. But tonight? She was a little more subdued, nervous.
I didn’t hesitate.
My hand cracked sharply across her breast — not full force, just enough to make her jump back.
She gasped, mouth parting, but she didn’t cry out.
I stepped closer and struck her other breast, letting the sound ring out in the room.
“Louder.”
Her moan was shaky this time, caught in her throat.
“Y-Yes, Sir… thank you,” she stammered, wobbling slightly, but I could feel the tremble in her voice — that surrender.
I struck each of her breasts again and as she gasped, I stepped closer, wrapped my hand in her hair, and pulled her head back, exposing her throat.
The leash between us went taut.
“You remember this part, pet?” I whispered, wrapping the chain once around my fist, pulling her even closer. “Remember when you used to beg me to take your air away… just to feel me give it back?”
She nodded. Barely.
That was all I needed.
My grip closed on her throat.
She didn’t fight. Didn’t even flinch.
Her body leaned into me as her breath faltered — eyes fluttering, mouth open, that tiny sound in her throat that meant yes, this.
I held her there. Just long enough. Right on the edge of where control blurs into bliss. Then I let go. She sank to her knees like she belonged there. Head resting against my thigh. Breath ragged. Body shaking, but safe.
I ran my hand through her hair and let my fingers rest there. Grounding. Claiming. Gentle.
“There she is,” I said softly, “My good little bitch.”
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Chapter 2: Breaking Her Open
The room was quiet, save for the sound of Ann’s breathing — shallow, uneven. She knelt there before me, her collar snug against her throat and the leash still wrapped in my hand. She wasn’t just waiting for me now; she was craving me, anticipating what I would do next.
Her body, still flushed with the memory of my touch, was begging for more.
I tilted my head slightly, studying her with a soft smile, before I knelt in front of her. I hadn’t touched her yet, but the heat between us was already unbearable.
She was trembling, not from fear, but from the anticipation — the desire to feel every inch of control I held over her. But I didn’t rush it.
“You’re so eager,” I said quietly, my fingers brushing over her jaw. “You can’t wait for me to break you open, can you?”
She lifted her eyes to meet mine, “you can try…. Sir”. Ah, there she was, the Ann I remember, begging for more, to be made to, to be taken.
I smiled at that. The challenge in her voice, the way she said Sir with a sarcastic edge. She knew she was doing it, and she knew it drove me mad.
I could see the flush on her skin deepening — the way her body shuddered ever so slightly when my fingertips grazed her cheek before slipping again to her throat. I squeezed, holding her there until I felt her resistance melt away. Until she swayed a little and sank into my hand. I could almost feel the heat radiating off her.
“Good girl,” I murmured. “That’s better”.
She nodded just a little. Raising her eyes to meet mine, the desperation in them undeniable. But still, she held herself back. She was waiting for me to move. Waiting for me to guide her.
I reached down, placing the palm of my hand on her breast, feeling the heat from her skin, the way her nipple tightened beneath my touch. She gasped, as I twisted, her body reacting immediately. She arched into it, nibbling at her lip, looking me in the eye. Desperate for more, but I pulled away again. I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. Not yet.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, pet,” I said softly, my voice a low command that only she could hear, “You’re going to beg for it.”
Her breath hitched as my fingers traced her inner thigh, teasing, just enough to make her want more.
I wasn’t done. Not yet.
“You want to cum, don’t you?” I asked softly. “You want me to ruin you. To take you.”
She didn’t answer, refusing to be teased, refusing to bend to me.
“Let’s see if you remember how to take this,” I whispered, taking the leash in my hand and pulling it gently to guide her upright. She stood quickly, moving without hesitation. I led her a few steps toward the bed, and she stopped just before it, waiting for my next move.
“Get on the bed,” I instructed, voice soft but firm. “On your knees, face down, ass up”.
She obeyed instantly, awkwardly crawling onto the bed with her hands still cuffed behind her, the anticipation making her motions slightly unsteady. I watched her, every inch of her, as she knelt there in front of me, lowering her head to the bedsheets, turning her face to one side, risking a glance back toward me — vulnerable, completely exposed, and waiting for my next command.
Her chest heaving slightly. I reached for her, slowly, deliberately, and brushed my fingertips down her spine. She arched into the touch, her breath catching in her throat. But I didn’t give her more than that — not yet.
“Be a good girl for me Pet” I said softly, running my fingers down to her ass. “Show me what you can take.”
She didn’t speak, but I could feel her body reacting to every word, every touch. She was mine, and she knew it.
I stepped back, pacing slowly around her, taking in the sight of her kneeling there, bent double, exposed, vulnerable, waiting for me to do what I would. She was trembling now, barely able to keep still, her body aching for release.
Without warning, I stepped forward, standing close behind her, my hand reaching out to stroke down her back, over the curve of her ass, squeezing it hard. I felt the soft tremor in her body, the way she instinctively leaned into my touch.
“You want it, don’t you?” I whispered, my voice low and dark.
Her voice trembled as she whispered, “Yes, Sir. Please.”
I grinned. She had no idea how much she’d beg before the night was over.
I took off my belt, the sound of buckle unlatching, the leather sliding through the loops. The leather was cool in my hands, but I could feel the tension build as I ran it through my fingers, letting her hear the sound of it swishing through the air. Her breath quickened. She knew what was coming.
I didn’t waste time. I stepped behind her, raised the belt, and brought it down hard across her ass.
She gasped — the sting of the leather sending a sharp jolt through her body. The sound was clean, crisp, and as it echoed through the room, I knew she could feel it in her bones.
“That’s one Pet, count for me” I said softly.
“One” she almost sighed, “Thank you, Sir.”
The words came from her throat so naturally, so obediently, as if she had been waiting for the release of this moment. I smiled, pleased with her response, before I raised the belt again.
Another crack. Another tight jump, tempered with the sweet flavour of submission.
“Two,” she gasped. “Thank you, Sir.”
I watched her carefully, taking in her trembling body. She didn’t break — not yet. But I was getting there. With each strike, she came closer to the edge, closer to the surrender I wanted her to reach.
“Good girl,” I whispered, my voice full of approval. I ran my hand over the fresh welt that was blooming on her skin — the heat of it radiating beneath my touch.
The rhythm of the belt continued, each strike bringing her further into the space where she could no longer fight it, no longer deny how much she needed it. And by the time I reached ten, her body was nearly shaking, her voice cracking with each thankful, obedient phrase.
But I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.
I stepped closer again, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her backwards into me. She began grinding her ass needily against my crotch.
“You’re such a good little bitch, aren’t you?” I whispered softly, grounding her with every stroke, every touch.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, trembling.
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Chapter 3: Punishment
The tension in the room was palpable.
Ann knelt on the floor, waiting for me, her body flushed, breathing shallow but deliberate. The collar around her neck and the leash dangling loosely from my hand were reminders of her submission, but her eyes — those eyes — told a different story. They flicked up to meet mine, the tiniest spark of defiance still there, just under the surface.
She knew she was pushing me. She wanted me to see it, to challenge me — as always.
I couldn’t help but smirk at the way she was testing me.
“Look at you,” I said softly, my tone teasing. “Still acting like a little brat even after a beating.”
I stepped forward slowly, letting her feel my presence, my control. I saw her shoulders tighten. Her body was still, but the air was thick with expectation, the tension crackling between us.
I circled her, coming to kneel down behind her, my chest against her back, close enough for her to feel my breath against her soft neck. I let my gaze linger on her, appreciating the way she was trembling, the way she wanted more, but didn’t quite know how to ask for it.
“You want to cum so badly, don’t you?” I whispered in her ear, my lips grazing the side of her neck, the words brushing against her skin like a forbidden promise.
I felt her body shudder at the words. Her mouth parted slightly, and I could almost hear the frustrated breath she let out. She wanted it. Wanted me. So badly.
I reached around her, moving my hand down her neck, across her throat, my fingers grazing over the collar, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my touch. I could hear her soft, needy gasps. She swayed slightly under my touch.
“Don’t move,” I ordered softly, and she froze immediately, her body still, waiting for the next command.
My left arm wrapped around her throat, holding her firmly in place from behind. Meanwhile my right hand slid lower, down to her chest, her stomach, and then further still. I could feel the heat radiating from her. She was wet, eager. She needed me. But I wasn’t going to rush.
I paused, my hand just above the space between her thighs, watching her shift, her hips barely moving, but betraying the need that coursed through her. She was desperate for the touch she craved, but I wasn’t going to let her have it. Not yet. My left arm tightened around her throat, a reminder to stay still, that I was in control.
“Please” she whispered, her voice a soft, pleading whisper.
“Please what?” I responded, putting pressure on her neck.
“Please…Sir” she said softly. I eased off.
I smiled. She was so eager. So desperate. But it wasn’t time for her release. She would wait.
I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear as I whispered, “Patience, pet. You’ve waited this long. A little longer won’t hurt.”
Her eyes closed tightly, and I could see her trembling beneath my words. I slowly lowered my hand, my fingers grazing her inner thigh. The closer I got, the more her body tensed. She moved, spreading her legs further apart, her hips shifting toward my touch, an unknowing attempt to get closer to my hand, to feel me against her. I would take her there. Slowly. Deliberately.
I could feel the tension in her body as my fingers lightly traced along the lips of her pussy, the softest of touches, just enough to tease her, to make her feel every inch of it. She gasped sharply, her body instinctively arching toward my touch.
“You want me to play with you, don’t you, pet?” I murmured. “You want to cum. I can feel how badly you need it.”
She moaned softly, her hips pressing forward, chasing that touch. But I pulled my hand away.
“No,” I said firmly, my voice low, but filled with authority. “You’ll wait for me. You’ll take what I give you.”
Her body tensed, her hands, still cuffed behind her back, clenched into fists as she fought the need building inside her. I could see the frustration in her eyes, the way her chest heaved with each breath, but still, she didn’t move. She stayed still, exactly as I had commanded.
I moved my arm from her throat, gently placing my hand over her mouth. At the same time, I slipped a finger into her cunt, gently but firmly, enough to make her hips buck. My hand muffled her gasp.
She was dripping for me. Her body was begging for it.
“Such a good girl,” I said softly, my voice dripping with approval.
As I whispered into her ear, I pinched her nose closed with the hand over her mouth – cutting her air.
Ann’s breathing hitched.
I slid a second finger inside her and began to pump her cunt with them as she bucked against my chest. I felt her struggle for breath. I released my hand from her nose and mouth as I withdrew my fingers from her cunt completely.
She let out a frustrated sigh, her body trembling under my touch.
“You’re going to beg for it, aren’t you?” I asked softly, pulling away just enough to watch her struggle. “You’re going to beg for my touch.”
She whimpered, but I wasn’t giving her an inch. I pulled away, watching her body sag slightly with the frustration. She wanted it so badly, and I could see how her body reacted to every tease, every touch, every denial.
I leaned in and kissed her neck from behind, my lips soft and teasing against her skin.
My left hand returned to her mouth once more. With my right I reached around her once more, hand moving lower again, finding her clit, circling it slowly with my fingers. I closed her airways again as she gasped into my hand, taking her breath, making it mine. Her body jerking slightly against my circling fingers, desperate for more.
We continue like that, toying, teasing. I kept her right on the edge, teasing her with just enough pressure, just enough touch to make her yearn. Letting her breath when she needed it, holding her a little longer each time, leading her into that giddy, needy place, where she surrendered completely to me.
Her legs trembled, and I could feel her body tensing, but I wasn’t letting up.
“Beg for it, pet,” I whispered, my voice low and demanding. “Beg me to let you cum. Beg me to let you have the release you crave.”
I lifted my hand from her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open, and I could see the mix of defiance and desperation in her gaze. She didn’t speak at first, but I could feel her fighting herself. She wanted to beg.
“Please, Sir,” she gasped, her voice breaking with need. “Please let me cum.”
I grinned at that. Clamping my hand over her mouth once more and sliding my fingers into her cunt, thrusting hard, taking her, owning her.
I allowed her to cum, just the once. Feeling her body shudder against mine as I held her tightly, allowing her to breath again at the last moment. She sagged into me, breathless, used, and beautiful.
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Chapter 4: Submission
The room felt different now — softer, yet still heavy with the weight of what had passed between us. The air was thick, saturated with the tension of the past moments. Ann knelt before me, her breath shallow, her body was still trembling slightly, the collar around her throat and the cuffs binding her wrists behind her.
I could see it in her eyes — she wanted more. Craved it. And I could feel that insatiable hunger already building beneath the surface once more, begging to be released.
I stepped forward slowly, the sound of my shoes against the floor echoing in the room as I drew closer. She looked up at me with wide eyes, trying to gauge my next move. I smiled down at her, knowing how much more she wanted, she needed more release, she needed more than my fingers.
“Good girl,” I said softly, stroking the side of her face.
Ann’s eyes fluttered closed, and I could see the frustration in her posture. Her back arched slightly, desperate for me to touch her, but she didn’t move.
I stepped behind her, the leash still loosely in my grip. The cuffed hands behind her back reminding her of her helplessness.
“Lean forward Pet,” I commanded, my voice firm but calm. Ann obeyed immediately, her body shifting to the position without hesitation, though I could see her struggle slightly with the restraint of her cuffs.
I took a slow, deliberate step toward her, my hand reaching out to graze her back, taking in the curve of her ass, letting my fingers drift past her pert little hole. She shivered at the touch, her body instinctively leaning into it. But I was in no rush.
I lowered myself behind her, just enough so she could feel my presence. My breath was warm against her skin as I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re mine, pet,” I whispered, “but I’m going to make you work for it.”
I could feel her body stiffen at the words, her need building with each passing moment. She wanted it. She wanted me. But I wasn’t going to give it to her just yet.
I moved slowly, letting my fingers trail down her spine, feeling the subtle tremor in her body. Her breath was shallow, barely audible, and I could see the way her hips shifted, instinctively moving toward me. She was desperate. I knew that.
I picked up her favourite vibrator, knelt behind her, positioning myself so that it grazed the inner part of her thighs. She gasped at the touch, her body arching toward the vibe, but I didn’t give her what she wanted. I just barely brushed it against her.
“You’re going to back onto it,” I murmured, my voice low and steady, almost affectionate. “You’ll fuck yourself for me. Desperate. Wanting. I’ll let you, but only when you show me how badly you need it.”
Her breath hitched, her body trembling at my words. She wanted to move, wanted to reach back and grab me, but she couldn’t. Not unless I allowed it. She was restrained — bound — and every inch of her needed to fight that control. She was at my mercy.
“You have to show me, pet,” I said softly, my voice a quiet command. “Back onto it. Make yourself feel it. I won’t move for you. You’ll do it on your own.”
Ann’s body quivered at the challenge, her hips shifting again. She wanted it, wanted me to take her, but I was making her work for it. Slowly, with every moment that passed, her need grew more desperate.
She pushed her hips back, just slightly at first, and then harder, trying to make contact with vibrator. Her breath became ragged, a quiet moan escaping her as she rubbed herself against it barely feeling the pressure she craved.
“More, pet,” I murmured. “Show me how much you want it. Show me how desperate you are.”
I let her move at her own pace, watching her body arch, her back glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She was trembling with need, but she was obeying. She was showing me her devotion, her complete surrender.
She shifted again, this time with more purpose, and I let the vibe finally press into her, just enough for her to feel it. I didn’t move it, though. I didn’t give her more than that.
“Fuck yourself on it,” I commanded softly. “Back onto it. You are the one who needs this now. Take it.”
Her breath quickened as she moved again, pushing herself onto the vibe, trying to fuck herself with it. She moaned softly, her body quivering at the touch, but I still didn’t give her more than the smallest movement. Just enough to make her feel the heat of the moment. Just enough to make her want more.
“Do you want to cum, pet?” I whispered, my voice teasing.
She nodded desperately; her eyes clouded with need.
I switched on the vibe.
She shuddered as the vibrators took her and sank back further onto it.
Her hips moved, desperate, trying to get more. She begged with every inch of her body, her hands still bound behind her back, her body completely at my mercy.
“Such a depraved little slut” I whispered, my voice soft – as I removed the vibrator, enjoying her frustrated squeal.
I stood up, watching her struggle beneath me. She didn’t speak, didn’t beg, but her body was still. Still aching. Still waiting.
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Chapter 5: Claiming
Ann didn’t wait long to make her move.
The moment I stepped back, having denied her, she moved — testing, prodding, desperate for what she knew I wouldn’t give her. She shifted on her knees, turned her body toward me, still trembling from the teasing, from the frustration of having been made to wait.
With a quick glance up at me, she leaned in, pressing her face against my crotch through my jeans. Her lips brushed over the outline of my erection, the heat of her breath sending a jolt through me, and I felt the tension between us tighten, thickening in the room.
She was trying to claim me in her own way — trying to take control, to prove she could make me react.
I watched her, letting her continue, even though I hadn’t given her permission. Her mouth moved over me, kissing, teasing through the fabric of my jeans, trying to spark something in me, trying to break the control I had over her.
I yanked her back roughly by the back of her collar, pulling her upright with a quick, forceful motion. She gasped, surprised by the sudden shift, but I didn’t give her a chance to adjust. I slammed her back against the wall, the impact making her body arch slightly as I held her in place.
Her eyes widened with that mix of surprise and desire — the hunger that had been building in her for so long. But this wasn’t going to be a sweet moment. No, this was mine to take.
I grabbed her by the throat, my fingers closing around it just enough to make her gasp, her breath catching in her chest. The moment I applied pressure, her eyes fluttered, and I could see the way her body responded — both tense and aroused, completely at my mercy.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear as I held her tight. “Wanted me to take you, to claim you.”
A small smile. Those fucking eyes. She nodded, unable to speak, the grip on her throat making her breath shallow. Her body trembled, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and I could feel her pulse against my fingertips.
I tightened my grip just a little, enough to steal her breath and make her body lean into mine, but not enough to hurt her. She was shaking under my touch, her chest heaving as I slowly increased the pressure.
“I’m going to use you,” I murmured, my voice dark, laced with dominance. “And you’re going to take it.”
Her body reacted immediately, her resistance melting, as if desperate for more, desperate for what she knew I would give her.
I let go of her throat, but not completely. I held her in place, my hand still hovering at the base of her neck, holding her there — grounded, but not free.
I stepped forward, pressed myself against her, the weight of my body against hers as I kissed her hard, deep, claiming her mouth with the same possessive force I had over her body. Her hands, still cuffed behind her back, pushed uselessly against the wall, but she couldn’t move — not unless I allowed it.
I stepped back just enough to give her room to breathe, but not enough to let her escape. I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back sharply to expose her throat. Her breath hitched as I leaned in, my lips grazing her skin before I whispered softly against her ear.
“Do you know how badly I want you?” I asked, my voice low and teasing.
She moaned softly, her eyes closed tight as she leaned into me, her body responding to the power I held over her.
I stepped back again, this time with more purpose, as I quickly lowered and stepped out of my jeans. “On your knees,” I commanded.
She dropped to her knees quickly, the cuffs still bound around her wrists, her body trembling in anticipation. She looked up at me with those wide, hungry eyes, her lips parted, but she didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. She knew what came next.
I ran my hand down her face, guiding her chin up to meet mine. “You begged for this. Now you’ll take it,” I said softly, before grabbing her leash and tugging it just enough to make her lean into me.
And without another word, I sank into her — my cock pressing against her soft lips as she opened her mouth for me. She was desperate. She was mine.
I held her there, her head bobbing, her body shaking with need, but she wasn’t allowed to move faster. Not yet. She would take me at my pace; at the speed I dictated.
“Show me how badly you want this,” I growled, grabbing her head, controlling her movements as I pushed deeper into her mouth. Her throat constricted around me, and I could feel the way her body responded, the desperation in every inch of her.
Her eyes watered as she took me deeper, her hands still bound behind her, unable to steady herself. I moved her head, guiding her down on me, fucking her mouth with force now. She took it, every inch of me, without protest.
I withdrew and pushed her back until her head was against the wall. I gripped her throat with one hand, pinning her there as I forced my cock down her throat once more.
I grunted as I thrust harder, the wet sounds of her mouth on me echoing in the room. She didn’t try to pull away. She didn’t beg. She simply took me, submitting to every movement, every thrust, as if she were nothing but an object to be used.
And I used her — taking what I wanted, making her feel exactly what she had craved.
When I finally pulled out, her face was a mess — streaked with makeup, tears, spit, and pre-cum. I smiled at her, my thumb brushing over her lips, as I took the leash once more.
“Good girl,” I murmured, voice thick with approval.
She looked up at me with a deep satisfaction in her eyes.
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Chapter 6: Ownership
Ann was still on her knees, waiting, her body trembling with anticipation. The leash still hung loosely in my hand, but I wasn’t going to wait any longer. She had been patient, desperate even, and I was about to make sure she knew who was in charge.
I grabbed the leash, tugging sharply to pull her upright, her hands still bound behind her back. She looked up at me with wide eyes, full of submission and desire, but there was something else — that edge of defiance, that small spark that always burned so brightly in her.
I didn’t give her time to breathe.
With a firm push, I guided her toward the bed, her hips swayed with a subtle challenge, a slight shift in her posture that told me she hadn’t fully surrendered — not yet. But she would.
When we reached the edge of the bed, I moved behind her, grabbing her by the waist. She was already flushed, her breath ragged, but I wasn’t going to let up. I wanted to see her completely undone, both in body and mind.
I pushed her onto the bed, leaving her sprawled, laying face-down on her lie down on her stomach, her ass exposed to me.
I climbed over her, allowing my weight to pin her. Positioning myself behind her, my cock hard against her ass cheeks. My hand grasped the leash, pulling it tightly, forcing her head up to look at me.
“You’re going to take everything I give you,” I said, my voice dark, demanding.
She didn’t need to speak. I could see it in her eyes — the longing. She was ready, aching for it, but still waiting for my command.
I lined myself up, pressing against her pretty little hole, pressing myself into her ass. The feeling of her slick heat was intoxicating, but I didn’t give her the luxury of a slow, teasing entry. I plunged into her in one swift motion, the sudden stretch making her gasp.
I pinned her down as I entered her, one hand on the back of her neck, burying her face and her moans in the bed sheets.
She moaned softly, her body arching as she tried to adjust to the deep, forceful thrust. But I didn’t stop. I started fucking her hard, setting a relentless rhythm, every thrust deep and commanding, taking her ass, making her mine.
She began to struggle, to buck, to writhe underneath me.
I pinned her legs beneath mine. She couldn’t escape. She could only take it. And she did. She took every inch of me, every deep, punishing thrust.
She moaned in response, her breath coming in shallow gasps as I fucked her harder, pushing her closer to the edge of overstimulation. Her body jerked with every thrust, her hips pressing back against me, but I wasn’t done. Not yet.
“Keep still,” I ordered, pulling on the leash to keep her head tilted up, forcing her to look at me. “Don’t move unless I say.”
Her body trembled beneath me, but she obeyed. She stayed still, taking every thrust, feeling each one push her closer to the breaking point.
The overstimulation was intense — the way my cock slid in and out of her, the tight grip of her ass, the wet sounds of our bodies connecting. I could feel her body responding, her muscles tightening, her moans becoming more desperate, but I wasn’t going to let her cum yet.
“Not yet,” I growled. “You’ll wait. You’ll wait until I say.”
Her eyes fluttered with frustration, but she obeyed, holding back. Her entire body trembled with the effort of controlling her release, but I wasn’t going to make it easy. Not for her. Not this time.
I pushed her face into the bed once more, forcing her to take more of me. She was my toy, my plaything, and I would use her as I saw fit.
The pressure was building — for both of us. I could feel myself getting closer, but I wasn’t going to let her cum first. Not yet.
“Beg for it,” I ordered, my voice harsh. “Beg me to let you cum.”
She gasped, her eyes wide with need, her lips parted as she tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. She didn’t need to beg. She had already shown me her submission, but now, I needed to hear it.
“Please, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice shaky, full of desperation. “Please let me cum.”
That was all I needed. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. I leant forward, over her, and squeezed her throat with my free hand, taking her breath, feeling her sag into me in ecstasy. With one final, forceful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her. The pressure, the heat, the sensation of her body convulsing around me as I reached my peak — it was overwhelming. I came hard, deep, filling her completely.
Her body jerked with the force of her own orgasm, her ass clenching around me, but I didn’t stop. I held her there, making her take every ounce of my release, feeling her pulse, her body shivering beneath me.
When I finally pulled out, I released her throat, and collapsed beside her, both of us panting for breath, our bodies slick with sweat. She didn’t move, didn’t speak. She just lay there, completely undone, her chest rising and falling with every breath.
“Good girl,” I whispered softly, my hand gently caressing her skin.
She didn’t need to say a word. She was glowing, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of our connection.
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Chapter 7: After
The room was quiet now. The storm of desire had passed, leaving a hush in its wake. Ann lay beside me, her body trembling slightly, still feeling the weight of everything that had just happened. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, slow now, as if she were coming back from somewhere far away — a place where only I could take her.
I reached for her, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. She was glowing, her skin still warm with the aftershocks of our connection. Her body was still tense in places, but I could feel her relaxing under my touch.
“You’re beautiful” I murmured softly, my voice steady and calm after the storm. “And you’re safe. Always.”
Her eyes fluttered open, heavy with fatigue, but still filled with that need, that hunger. She looked up at me, her lips parting slightly, but no words came. She didn’t need to say anything. I could see it in her eyes.
I reached for the cuffs around her wrists, gently unfastening them. The click of the leather was sharp in the silence, but it felt like a release. She didn’t move immediately, not until I guided her arm down, pulling her closer to me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my chest, holding her as though she might slip away.
She sighed into me, the tension finally draining from her body as she melted into my arms. Her head rested against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin as if grounding herself, reminding herself where she was.
“You did so well,” I whispered, my voice low with praise. “You took everything. I’m proud of you, little one.”
Her breathing slowed, but she didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. The words weren’t necessary right now. All she needed was the feeling of my arms around her, the weight of my presence grounding her.
I kissed her temple softly, then ran my fingers through her tangled hair, soothing her with every gentle stroke. Her body relaxed further with each pass of my hand, her muscles giving way to the comfort of being held. She nuzzled into me, seeking the warmth of my touch.
“You’re perfect,” I murmured, kissing her forehead this time, pressing a soft kiss to her skin.
I didn’t rush. I let her rest against me, letting her melt into the comfort of my arms, the connection between us strengthening in the silence. There was no need for words now. I knew what she needed — what we both needed. It was in the way her body pressed against mine, the way she exhaled slowly, the way her fingers curled into my skin.
After a few minutes, I felt her body soften further, the exhaustion setting in. But she didn’t sleep yet. She stayed with me, eyes half-lidded, her body pliant and serene.
I continued stroking her hair, my hand moving gently over her back.
Her breath caught, and for the briefest moment, I felt her body tighten, then relax again.
I kissed her again, slow and deliberate, and she responded, her lips soft and yielding under mine. I could feel her trust in every movement, in every sigh. I was hers completely.
For a few moments, we just held each other. No more words. No more commands. Just the shared warmth of our bodies, the quiet reassurance of the bond we had forged.
Finally, I leaned back slightly, my fingers still tangled in her hair as I tilted her chin up to look at me. “That was amazing,” I said softly, my voice low and steady. “You’re amazing”.
She smiled faintly; her eyes still glazed with the remnants of our shared intimacy. “Thank you, Puppy,” she whispered, full of affection.
She curled closer to me, her body now completely relaxed, and I continued to hold her, soothing her with my touch.
As she settled in, her breathing even and soft, I couldn’t help but smile. And as the moments stretched on, I felt her body grow heavier in my arms, her energy fading into a peaceful sleep.
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