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Story: Sold to the Fighter
I place her in front of the wooden structure with anticipation brimming inside me.
“Your back to the cross,” I order in my Dom voice.
I slowly undress her, a little sorry to the see the lingerie go, but loving the sight of her wearing nothing but my collar. Once she’s naked, I slide my gaze over her tan flesh and sopping wet pussy, my cock straining against my jeans with the need to penetrate her. Instead, I cuff her wrists and ankles to the wood, my cock growing harder at the image she creates, diamonds glinting at her throat. I move back to inspect my work and let out a groan of satisfaction at her widened stance of surrender and the eager excitement in her eyes.
My gaze travels down to her slick sex, and I can’t resist the urge to kneel before her and take a swipe. She jerks softly, already sensitive from her previous climaxes. I look up to find her dark eyes on me, and I slowly lick the juices on her engorged clit, delighting in the widening of her eyes, panting breath, and the slight jerk of her hips.
Knowing she can only stay in place while I wrangle moans of pleasure from her lips sends desire shooting down to my stiff cock. I slowly close my mouth over her clit and nip slightly, only to ease the ache with soothing licks, reveling in her whimpers. Then I suck hard on the swollen nub, allowing her soft moans to wash over me as she quivers and buckles her hips. I slide two fingers into her hot, slick channel, stroking deep.
She moans, grinding into my mouth as she comes and I swallow down her juices.
I rise to my feet and lean in to take her lips in mine, sharing and savoring her taste. Satisfied, I walk toward the shelves to pick up a soft leather paddle, lube, and an anal plug. Then I head to the ice box and place some ice cubes in the cup beside it.
I head back to Grace, taking in the blatant excitement in her eyes as she watches me arrange the sex toys and ice on the platform beside the cross. I pour some lube on my right hand and rub it around her rim. Then I gently slip a finger inside the tight hole, the lubricant making it easy. I extract my finger from her ass, adding more lube, and this time I squeeze in two fingers and stroke gently. Soon as she starts to grind against my hand, and I remove my fingers and slowly insert the small anal plug.
“How does it feel?” I ask, reaching out to stroke her pussy.
“It burns a bit, but I feel full, sir,” she replies.
“Good girl.”
I go back to the platform and pick up the leather paddle and an ice cube. Then I slowly walk back, watching for a while as her breathing spikes in anticipation and the ice slowly melts. She lets out a soft moan as I gradually trace the ice around her right nipple, and I watch as it peaks before my gaze. I move to the other nipple and do the same, teasing out soft whimpers until the ice melts and liquid trails down her quivering stomach.
Then, I gently slap the paddle against her tight nipples, her loud moan of pleasure spurring me on. Her flesh turns a bright pink before my eyes with every snap of my hands. She writhes against the wood, grinding her hips as I gradually move down to her thighs, taking care not to touch her wet sex. Her loud whimpers climb higher, turning into moans as she pleads.
“Please, sir,” she begs softly.
“Please what, love?” I ask as I reach out for more ice cubes, tracing one over her reddened flesh.
“I-I need you to fuck me, sir,” she says in a trembling voice.
“You what?” I growl, slapping the leathery paddle directly on her clit.
“I want your cock, sir!” she shouts hoarsely as she orgasms hard.
I discard the paddle, place the other ice cube in my mouth, then push down my jeans and enter her in one deep stroke. Her lips open in a wordless cry as her walls clamp hard on my cock.
“Look at me as I give you exactly what you need. Watch me fuck you to oblivion,” I growl harshly.
Grace opens her eyes, and the dark pleasure in them sparks the raging inferno of desire searing up my insides. The ice has melted, but I lean down to suck her nipples into my cold mouth, eliciting loud whimpers from her lips. I alternate between her nipples and at the same time reach down to twist the plug in her asshole, adding to the sensations coursing through her.
I push my cock deeper, hitting her spot with every thrust. The ache inside me builds, and I increase the speed of my thrusts. The growing ache inside me reaches a peak, drawing my balls tight.
I close my lips over hers, swallowing her moans and kissing her hard and deep. Our tongues tangle like writhing bodies, setting my body alight. I reach down to pull out the plug as I slam deeper into her.
Grace breaks the kiss, screaming long and loud, squeezing me hard as she goes off the edge yet again.
“Fuck!” I shout, jerking hard and shooting my cum deep inside her.
Sweat rolls down my temples as I thrust shallowly, and my breath comes out in short busts. I wait until her tremors subside, and then I slowly withdraw my spent cock.
I release the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, hugging her close, and then I lift her trembling body in my arms, peppering her face with kisses. “That was perfect, love. You’re such a good girl for me. You took my cock so well, baby. Are you okay, sweetheart?” I ask softly as I carry her away from the cross and to the bed.
She yawns tiredly, then grins up at me. “I’m perfect.”
I sit at the edge of the bed, gently massaging her wrists and ankles, ensuring blood circulation. “I love you,” I whisper, unclasping the collar and returning it to its velvet box where it will await our next session. Smiling down at her, I take her lips in mine and drink in her warmth and heat.
Once I release her lips, she smiles up at me and responds, “I love you too.”
I scoop her into my arms and carry her through the halls of our home, both of us naked but too exhausted to bother with clothes. In our bedroom, we slide under the covers and curl up together, her back to my front. I wrap my arm around her, stroking the soft skin of her hips, her stomach, her breasts, and I press soft kisses to her hair as she drifts off to sleep.
I don’t know how I got so lucky as to be able to call this woman mine, but I know I’m never letting her go.
~The End
“Your back to the cross,” I order in my Dom voice.
I slowly undress her, a little sorry to the see the lingerie go, but loving the sight of her wearing nothing but my collar. Once she’s naked, I slide my gaze over her tan flesh and sopping wet pussy, my cock straining against my jeans with the need to penetrate her. Instead, I cuff her wrists and ankles to the wood, my cock growing harder at the image she creates, diamonds glinting at her throat. I move back to inspect my work and let out a groan of satisfaction at her widened stance of surrender and the eager excitement in her eyes.
My gaze travels down to her slick sex, and I can’t resist the urge to kneel before her and take a swipe. She jerks softly, already sensitive from her previous climaxes. I look up to find her dark eyes on me, and I slowly lick the juices on her engorged clit, delighting in the widening of her eyes, panting breath, and the slight jerk of her hips.
Knowing she can only stay in place while I wrangle moans of pleasure from her lips sends desire shooting down to my stiff cock. I slowly close my mouth over her clit and nip slightly, only to ease the ache with soothing licks, reveling in her whimpers. Then I suck hard on the swollen nub, allowing her soft moans to wash over me as she quivers and buckles her hips. I slide two fingers into her hot, slick channel, stroking deep.
She moans, grinding into my mouth as she comes and I swallow down her juices.
I rise to my feet and lean in to take her lips in mine, sharing and savoring her taste. Satisfied, I walk toward the shelves to pick up a soft leather paddle, lube, and an anal plug. Then I head to the ice box and place some ice cubes in the cup beside it.
I head back to Grace, taking in the blatant excitement in her eyes as she watches me arrange the sex toys and ice on the platform beside the cross. I pour some lube on my right hand and rub it around her rim. Then I gently slip a finger inside the tight hole, the lubricant making it easy. I extract my finger from her ass, adding more lube, and this time I squeeze in two fingers and stroke gently. Soon as she starts to grind against my hand, and I remove my fingers and slowly insert the small anal plug.
“How does it feel?” I ask, reaching out to stroke her pussy.
“It burns a bit, but I feel full, sir,” she replies.
“Good girl.”
I go back to the platform and pick up the leather paddle and an ice cube. Then I slowly walk back, watching for a while as her breathing spikes in anticipation and the ice slowly melts. She lets out a soft moan as I gradually trace the ice around her right nipple, and I watch as it peaks before my gaze. I move to the other nipple and do the same, teasing out soft whimpers until the ice melts and liquid trails down her quivering stomach.
Then, I gently slap the paddle against her tight nipples, her loud moan of pleasure spurring me on. Her flesh turns a bright pink before my eyes with every snap of my hands. She writhes against the wood, grinding her hips as I gradually move down to her thighs, taking care not to touch her wet sex. Her loud whimpers climb higher, turning into moans as she pleads.
“Please, sir,” she begs softly.
“Please what, love?” I ask as I reach out for more ice cubes, tracing one over her reddened flesh.
“I-I need you to fuck me, sir,” she says in a trembling voice.
“You what?” I growl, slapping the leathery paddle directly on her clit.
“I want your cock, sir!” she shouts hoarsely as she orgasms hard.
I discard the paddle, place the other ice cube in my mouth, then push down my jeans and enter her in one deep stroke. Her lips open in a wordless cry as her walls clamp hard on my cock.
“Look at me as I give you exactly what you need. Watch me fuck you to oblivion,” I growl harshly.
Grace opens her eyes, and the dark pleasure in them sparks the raging inferno of desire searing up my insides. The ice has melted, but I lean down to suck her nipples into my cold mouth, eliciting loud whimpers from her lips. I alternate between her nipples and at the same time reach down to twist the plug in her asshole, adding to the sensations coursing through her.
I push my cock deeper, hitting her spot with every thrust. The ache inside me builds, and I increase the speed of my thrusts. The growing ache inside me reaches a peak, drawing my balls tight.
I close my lips over hers, swallowing her moans and kissing her hard and deep. Our tongues tangle like writhing bodies, setting my body alight. I reach down to pull out the plug as I slam deeper into her.
Grace breaks the kiss, screaming long and loud, squeezing me hard as she goes off the edge yet again.
“Fuck!” I shout, jerking hard and shooting my cum deep inside her.
Sweat rolls down my temples as I thrust shallowly, and my breath comes out in short busts. I wait until her tremors subside, and then I slowly withdraw my spent cock.
I release the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, hugging her close, and then I lift her trembling body in my arms, peppering her face with kisses. “That was perfect, love. You’re such a good girl for me. You took my cock so well, baby. Are you okay, sweetheart?” I ask softly as I carry her away from the cross and to the bed.
She yawns tiredly, then grins up at me. “I’m perfect.”
I sit at the edge of the bed, gently massaging her wrists and ankles, ensuring blood circulation. “I love you,” I whisper, unclasping the collar and returning it to its velvet box where it will await our next session. Smiling down at her, I take her lips in mine and drink in her warmth and heat.
Once I release her lips, she smiles up at me and responds, “I love you too.”
I scoop her into my arms and carry her through the halls of our home, both of us naked but too exhausted to bother with clothes. In our bedroom, we slide under the covers and curl up together, her back to my front. I wrap my arm around her, stroking the soft skin of her hips, her stomach, her breasts, and I press soft kisses to her hair as she drifts off to sleep.
I don’t know how I got so lucky as to be able to call this woman mine, but I know I’m never letting her go.
~The End