What: Reader x Christian Yu
Who: Honey I wrote the smut
To be fair, I'm the one that started all of this. I complained of boredom in the bedroom. I wanted more fun and I explained my fantasy to him so that he was now using it against me. He did his research, now weeks later we're sitting here in a storage unit with a dingy bed playing an adult version of cops and robbers.... or rather, mobsters.
I was tied to a chair with survivor rope; my hands were tied behind my back and my ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. They were open and to make matters worse I was tied up in shibori designs with more rope. My breast was captured between diamond rope shapes and the same diamond pattern went down my stomach and around my thighs. I was a thick girl, voluptuous curves in the front and back as well as a pear shape that could knock a little girl out. They were my greatest features. I was confident in my skin but the shibari design made me feel more on display than I cared for. Christian's eyes were staring down at my somewhat naked body. He had a tray set to the side with a vibrator and a bucket, there was a candle that was lit and offering warmer light in the purposely dimly lit storage unit.
My clothes were folded in a pile in the other corner of the room. Christian wore a black face mask, a black t-shirt so fitted it defined the muscles of his arms, dark jeans and leather gloves. He looked like he was about to perform black market surgery. I looked up at him from the chair, legs opened and ankles tied to the chair in an uncomfortable fashion, I glared at him.
"What do you want?" I said playing along.
"What I want?" He said as he grabbed a toy off the tray, "Is to watch you squirm and hear you scream."
The toy he grabbed was a vibrator, it was long and skinny and didn't seem like it had a strong vibration. I couldn't deny that my core was already getting heated up from the idea of him pushing the vibrator inside of me, twisting and toying with my vagina like an explorer searching a cave. To my surprise, Christian put the vibrator to my lips.
"You're going to want to wet this." He said
"Suck a dick." I spit at him.
Feigning resistance made this whole scene hotter. He gripped the sides of my face and pushed my cheeks hard with his fingers so that I had to open my mouth. He pushed the vibrator between my lips and I found myself sucking on the little toy. My tongue swirled around it automatically then up and down like it was Christian himself inside my mouth. Already this was more exciting than what we had been doing for a while. My nipples got hard and stood at attention, I wanted to rub my legs together but it was impossible. My clit started to swell and throb with desperation and my heart leapt to my throat. I moaned on the pink toy and it made him laugh.
"Enjoying yourself?" He said.
My closed eyes opened up to glare at him intensely and his eyes curved so I knew he was smiling behind his face mask. He brought his lips to my ear and as he pushed the toy deeper into my mouth he said,
"If you keep looking at me with those eyes, you're not going to survive this."
His voice was teasingly threatening and it only made my pussy pulse more. My body was reacting like I hadn't been touched in years and I knew by the end of this I was going to come harder than I had ever come before. He pulled the vibrator out of my mouth and turned it on, the sound filling my ears and making my heart race even more. He placed the vibrator close to my nipple swirling it around it but denying my nipple to feel its touch. My sex ached more and my juices started to collect. I clenched my teeth and stared at him like an angry captive but he watched me with those intense brown eyes like they were burning a hole right through my soul. I watched his eyes trail down to the vibrator at my breast, his other hand grabbed a handful of my large fleshy mound.
"Your breast are beautiful. I should cover your nipples in sugar and make you watch as I suck it off. Would you like that my little prisoner? Watching me suck on your sensitive little nipples?"
"No way, who'd want to watch that!" I resisted.
He chuckled and pulled his face mask down. The tip of the vibrator now lightly touched the tip of my left nipple, the sensation was maddening and all I wanted was friction. I wanted body to body contact, his dick driving into me with intense speed and chasing that familiar high in my body until I burst and shook like an earthquake. I'm sure he wanted the same thing but he was taking his time with torturing me and that was far more exciting than just being drilled into like screw in an IKEA dresser.
So there Christian was, between my parted legs on his knees, looking up at me from below, teasing one of my nipples with the vibrator and his other hand gripping my right breast tighter than the rope that encircled them. He flicked his tongue across the perked sensitive nub and I let out a soft mewl. He smiled and said,
"Are you sure you don't like it?"
"I hate it." I wiggled.
His tongue flicked across it again and I bit my lip trying to contain my moans of desire. I was afflicted with lust and my arousal was starting to drip on the seat. He suckled on my breast, taking my nipple between his teeth holding it in place while he let his tongue roll over the bud. I whimpered and my hips moved in circles restlessly as he tortured me. The vibrator left my other breast and he brought it down to my soaking core. He continued feasting on my breast moving from one side to the other while he pushed the vibrator inside of me.
My mouth opened and let out a salacious moan, it dripped from my lips like liquid honey. My hips wiggled more, I wanted more; I needed more. My clit was swollen and throbbing begging for relief. My body felt like it was on fire.
"Why are you doing this?" I cried softly.
"Out of boredom," he teased. "Besides I've always fantasized about tying you down and making you my little sex doll."
He grinned, his words pierced through my heart he sounded so dirty. His eyes were dark and his actions were lewd. I loved this side of him, I wanted to keep him like this. I'd endure the wonderful torture of his tantalizing movements and his wicked portrayal of a sexual hitman if that meant I could come so hard I saw stars later. He moved away from me and went to the tray, reaching inside of it and pulling out an ice cube. It had stayed frozen well enough which made me wonder if he had a mini cooler hiding in that bucket. I thought he was going to place it on my breast but he pushed the ice cube to my clit.
I moaned loud and long, my hips unintentionally rode up into the ice cube despite the cold being tortuous. My core was set ablaze as if trying to compensate for the cold but in reality I was turned on beyond my wildest dreams. I told him my fantasy and he went wild with it! He moved the cube in small circles, going slow. I moaned, mewled, threw my head back and girated my hips. I felt starved and I was chasing that wave that rushed inside of me. I was so hot inside I felt like I'd burst into flames. He stood behind me, his lips came to my ear and he pressed his clothed cock into my hand.
"You'll have to take responsibility for what you've done to me you know. And if you come before I'm ready, I'll deny you three times before you can come again." He threatened.
"Please- please- stop. I can't-- take it." I panted.
"You'll have to endure it."
My heart was ready to jump out of my chest and run away. I was panting, my legs were shaking and I was tensing up as much as I could to keep from coming. He kissed on my neck drawing his tongue over my ticklish flesh which worked even more against me. My body was over loaded with sensation. The vibrator was stirring my insides but this ice cube trick was freezing my clit and driving every nerve inside of it insane. I was about to burst, if I had been standing I would've collapsed.
"I'm going to come." I whined.
"Don't do it. If you know what's good for you."
"I can't. I can't. I'm going to- fucking break."
My hands gripped at his groin that he'd pushed against them. I was trying to hold onto something. I was shaking so bad trying to keep myself from coming but the feat was futile. My heart pounded in my chest, a huge wave crashed over me and I snapped. I screamed and shook, I would've thrashed through this powerful orgasm that made me feel like I was sent to another universe. My vision blurred, my tongue stuck out of my mouth like I was trying to catch something with it. My legs felt weightless and almost like jelly. My muscles contracted tightly, the vibrator prolonging my climax long than it should've. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Tears came down my face as I had never felt anything so amazing before.
Christian pulled the vibrator out of me and untied my ankles from the chair. He made me stand up and took me over to the bed that laid on the floor. He pushed me up against the wall and told me to stand there. That in itself was a trial considering that my legs felt like they were going to cave in. I saw him lick the vibrator, getting a sample taste of my juices from it before he went and set it on the tray and grabbed the candle off of it. He blew out the flame then he came back over to me and spilled the hot wax all over my breast. The wax stung, it was hot and I felt like it was melting into me but it quickly cooled and hardened. It covered my nipples and dripped over the rope. My hands stayed behind my back so it was hard for me to fight back when he kicked my legs open more. He stared at my body like it was a delicious piece of meat. My eyes were heavy but I was still with him.
"You came so hard, you're dripping wet just for me. Your flavor is delicious Y/N." He teased.
He smiled and looked up at my face.
"What are you going to do about? I'm in charge here." He said.
His dominant stance was overwhelmingly seductive. A coil tightened in my stomach quite harshly despite the fact that I had already cum. My clit was already sensitive and yet he went down to his knees and licked at the bud, he sucked on the bulging little nub and I was helpless with my moans, writhing and crying. My fingernails scratched at the wall behind me. My hips moved like they were trying to escape him but he wrapped his arms around my butt, grabbing hand fulls of my cheeks and pushing his face deeper into my heat. He slurped up my sex, lapping it up like a dehydrated dog.
He pulled away taking in a deep breath and, slipping his fingers under the rope that I wore, he yanked me down to the bed and climbed on top of me. He pulled off his shirt revealing his well toned body to me and then he undid his pants. He pushed them down and opened my legs wide. His organ was swollen and throbbing, a vein ran up the side of it. His tip was pretty, perfectly circumcised and thick. He drove himself deep inside of me. He smashed through my walls like a wrecking ball. My core devoured him and sucked him into my body. It tried to capture him like he was an intruder. He was violently invading my waters and despite my surrender he was still taking over my body. He switched his position from on top of me to behind me. He grabbed a handful of my breast and lifted my leg on his other arm. He drilled my hole without mercy, my body felt sore, my pussy ached but I loved every bit of it. His sex was hot, burning me on the inside.
The sound of our smacking bodies and moans surrounded us like a cloud. I bit my lip trying to keep that sound in. He built up the pressure in me again meanwhile he was building up his own. He was between my parted legs again, his leg swung over one of mine and he drove into me with my leg up on his shoulder.
"I'm going to come again." I warned.
He stopped moving immediately and I felt his organ pulse and twitch inside of me.
"No. Don't stop, please." I begged.
He chuckled through pants.
"Now my prisoner is begging me to take her. You're beautiful like that, covered in sweat, eyes in a haze, totally fucked out. I'd love to keep you like this forever." He said.
I wouldn't have minded it either. He quickly pulled himself out of me and turned me over. He lifted my butt in the air and he gripped onto the shibari. He slid inside of me going slow this time. He allowed me to feel every inch of him and each time he got to that last inch he bucked his hips inside of me with a little more force. My face was pushed to the bed, my ass was in the air and my hands were balled up into fists. His hand came to one side of my waist, his fingers kneading into my flesh while he rocked his hips into me a little faster. Wet smacks on sweaty skin mixed with my moans. I could hear his heavy breathing, hot and fucked out. His hand came down hard on my ass as he drove into me. He smoothed his hand over the spot before he tried snacking the other side. His hips never lost their tempo but I was losing my mind. Each smack of his hand made my pussy throb uncontrollably. He spanked me without mercy just to edge me on.
"I'm gonna come Christian." I whined out loud.
My voice was high pitched almost in a scream. He was in control of everything. He was a cruel lover and that made the scene all the more euphoric. I felt dizziness in my mind, soft confusion slipping into the cracks of my fucked out psyche. I felt as if I was in a new world and our bodies were just molds of flesh fusing together, soft skin against a solid pelvis. Two different textures, his toned frame and mine filled out some how collided in perfect harmony; we were creating a universe of our own. He gripped the shibari tighter almost lifting me up as he pounded into me. Three times he was going to deny me. This wall of pressure that was rebuilding inside of me was unbearable. I was on the brink of an explosion, my heart was pounding so hard it was ready to burst. I felt the cool drips of his sweat drop onto my back. He was wearing me down, his stamina was unlimited it seemed. He was denying himself as much as me. I could only remember that I asked for this and I might ask for it again and again in days to come.
This kind of torture, this sweet caress of cruelty was something I wanted to ravish my body like I had never known sex before. This was the experience I needed and so longed for to break me of the boring routine that was our sex life. I began to wonder how much of his fantasy he was fulfilling as he fucked me into oblivion.
"Fuck. Christian let me come!" I practically screamed.
I was trying to hold onto it, we'd long forgotten the scene of a mobster kidnapping and dissolved into sweating bodies at war. I was going crazier now. My muscles were tense and twitching. My sex was set ablaze and flowing with my juices. The smell of sex was intoxicating, like a pheromone that kept him moving. He slowed his hips again and leaned over me until his lips were at my ear. His tongue swiping just under my earlobe. My clit twitched, I cussed and panted. He moved gently against me from behind. He was letting my second orgasam slip away. Slow tears streamed down my cheeks, I was so high off of his aggressively sweet torture I wasn't sure I could survive it. This scene was intense as far as fucking went.
He left me once more, flipping me over onto my back. He grabbed another ice cube from the bucket, this one smaller than the other. I wiggled in the bed begging uncontrollably for him not to do it but it only added to the allure. He knew he didn't have to stop so long as I didn't say the safe word: Red. He lowered himself to the bed again, he opened my legs so wide he pushed each thigh into the bed. I was spread eagle for him, I watched him as he watched my aroused and tortured tear stained face contort as he placed the ice cube on my nipple.
"Fuck." I moaned.
"Hold on a little longer my little prisoner." He said.
He smiled and drew the cold ice from one nipple to the other then down my body over the shibari ropes. The ice left its cold trail on my body. My energy was depleted and he placed the ice on my clit again. He slid himself inside of me once more, I felt the ice cube move up and down with the rocking of my body. I couldn't take it anymore. I could feel that hot wave rushing again and ready to take over me. I felt like a volcano on the brink of eruption.
"Fuck me." I squealed.
He pressed the ice cube harder into my clit the ice cold sensation sending electricity through my organs. My swollen bud taking all the abuse it could and the snapping of his aggressive hips broke me. My toes curled and my body convulsed in a quake of heightened euphoria that had my eyes rolling back and my tongue stretching out like I was trying to catch rain drops with it.
My back arched as much as it could, his snapping hips continued. His groans were deep in his throat, manly, sexy. He fucked me like a ravenous beast in heat. He was at the peak of his existence, chasing a storm of shockwaves that flashed through my womanhood like emergency signals. My walls contained him, made his loins ache and burn. He throbbed and twitched until his own orgasm hit him like a cataclysmic event. The veins in his neck became prominent, his arms tenses, he gripped on the thick flesh of my waist. His eyes were squeezed shut as his seering liquid filled me up inside. Before he could pull out he collapsed on top of me. He was panting, his hair clung to his face, his skin was stuck to mine. I felt exhaustion hit me like a truck.
"Still bored?" He asked.
"Fuck--you." I panted.
He looked at me and we laughed together before he kissed me long and sweet. I felt him turn me over as I drifted off to sleep and the ropes binding my hands started to loosen as I finally slipped into blissful sleep......