Chapter Five

“Kicking you out or not we still need a safeword.” She told him, her hands gripping his arms, sliding up his biceps to his shoulders where they stopped so she could dig her nails in sharply. He hissed in pain and dug his fingers deeper into her hair, pulling back and tightening his grip as they both stared each other down, neither one of them willing to relent just yet. It was going to be one hell of a fight but she was looking forward to it.

“Tacos.” He said. She laughed, but that kind of made it the perfect safeword. She was fine with using it if that was what he wanted.

“Tacos it is then.” She agreed, and there they stayed, frozen in place, her eyes staring deep into his as she not only contemplated her first move but what his next one might be as well. He had the upper hand with how his body was straddling hers and the leverage he had with her hair. She knew she could play it dirty and knee him in the groin or something but she was trying to play hard to get, not ruin a good time. “Let go of me.”

“Why?”

“Because I fucking said so.”

“Make me.” He challenged. She growled, lifted her high heel clad foot and moved it around until it made contact with his skin. She didn’t do it roughly or with intent to hurt just enough to show him what she could do if she wanted. The end point of the stiletto came to a rest right under his knee cap and she slowly began to apply pressure. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” She asked and pulled her leg back abruptly like she was actually going to kick him. He flinched first and jumped back, letting go of her hair with a yelp and a breathless laugh, even though she hadn’t made contact with him, nor had she intended to. Luckily he hadn’t called her bluff, but that was only because he didn’t know her. Sooner or later her little tricks weren’t going to work on him but on the upside, his tricks would stop working on her once she learned them. “What now?”

“Run.” He whispered. No sooner than that had she gotten up and ran out of the room with a smile on her face. Already he was much more fun than the usual people she had over for a sexy rendezvous. She turned a corner and made it to the steps where she kicked her shoes off and ran up to the bedroom. Just as she was turning around to shut the door (trying to do it quietly) it burst in and she stumbled back. He caught her arm to keep her from falling back and flat on her ass, only to bring her in close and tight like a restraining hold.

“Fuck.” She muttered.

“What was that? Was that…fuck me master? Hmm?” He asked.

“You fucking wish.” She snarled. He laughed then easily picked her up and tossed her onto the large four post bed as easily as if she were a pillow. Probably to him she was because of their size difference. This didn’t stop her from sitting up and attempting to crawl off the bed but in a heartbeat he was on top of her, pinning her into the blankets on her stomach, one of his knees in the small of her back as he pulled her wrists behind her. “Let go! I will so make you regret this!” She warned, wondering what he would do. She was the type to keep going and going until she heard the safe word (that was if she ever did). Some people thought it was too much when she said let go or no or stop. She didn’t see it that way, they had established a safe word for a reason and as he continued to tie her wrists behind her back with the tie that was formerly around his neck she knew that he was going to be a great partner.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have time to make me regret this eventually. Just not tonight, little bitch.” He whispered in her ear. She squealed, trying to kick at him as he lifted her again and laid her on her back. Her wrists tugged and pulled at the makeshift restraint around them but they were good. She wasn’t going anywhere. He stood up next to the bed, breathing heavily as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and started to roll them up to his elbow. She watched him, trying to catch her breath and figure out her next move. He hadn’t tied her legs down or together. As he took his eyes off of her to fasten the second sleeve in place just above his forearm she pulled herself up by rocking forward and using her muscular legs. Before she could even take a step she was grabbed by her arm and thrown back down like a sack of grain.

“SHIT!”

“Did you really think that was going to work?” He chuckled, quickly getting on the bed and over her, his large hand coming up to cup her cheek. She growled at him and he slapped her hard enough to turn her head to the side and create a real sting. Part of her was surprised and even pissed off that he would do that but a bigger part of her was aroused as hell.

“Having me tied down and unable to move doesn’t mean I’m submitting it just means you managed to properly restrain me.” She said,

“True but it’s a start. It’ll get you used to being put in your place.” He laughed and untied the belt around her waist, the one holding the robe shut. He wrapped the end of it around his hand and yanked quickly, pulling the whole length of it out at once. She cried out, annoyed, trying to kick at him but couldn’t get enough leverage. He yanked the silk robe open to expose the mini negligee, garter belt, and thigh high stockings. “Looks like you were ready for at least something to happen.”

“Bite me.” She snapped but he only laughed and then leaned down, using most of his weight to pin her there before biting into her shoulder hard enough to tear open the skin in a few places. She screamed out, half in pleasure and half in pain, her eyes rolling back into her head. His large hands were on her breasts next, massaging them through the soft fabric of the nightgown before moving lower. Once they got to the hem he shoved up the negligee to expose her belly. Shifting back, he sat down on her legs as best he could only to lower his head down to her stomach, licking and nipping at the skin above and then around her belly button. She hadn’t been this level of aroused in a long time and she knew it. Even worse, she had no way to touch him or grab his hair to make him do what she wanted.

“Seems that I’m winning.” He breathed hotly into her skin, “You aren’t struggling anymore.”

“Maybe I just know when to save my energy.” She replied. He glanced up at her with a smirk, grabbed her panties in his hands and literally ripped them open and off of her as if they were nothing but a thin wrapper. She gasped, surprised that he was strong enough to do something like that, a spark of arousal shooting right from her heart through her stomach and ending between her legs. “This doesn’t mean you won.”

“The war? No, but I did win the battle. Going to have to be quicker next time, Rika.” He snorted then easily flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up towards him as she squealed and once again attempted to struggle (even if she could also admit it was a very lame attempt. He slapped her ass on one side then the other, and he wasn’t being playful or gentle about it either. “Calm down you fucking slut.”

“Make me!” She dared him, turning her head to the side so her cheek could rest against the pillow. He leaned forward and grabbed her hair again, shoving her face down into the bed as he shifted around behind her. She could hear him unzipping his pants and the rustle of fabric as he got his cock out. Though she couldn’t actually see him doing any of that she knew the motions and she knew the sounds. With his large hand still pressing her head into the pillow underneath she felt the tip of his hard cock teasing the wet folds of her cunt.

“You really want me to make you?” He purred.

“Give it all you think you got you fucking bitch.” She yelled back at him. He laughed, sounding very amused before he slammed into her from behind. She screamed out in pain and pleasure again. Though she wasn’t sure how big his cock actually was she was not used to this size (on an actual human, her toys were a different story). “Fuck!”

“That’s right…gonna give you a nice…good…fuck,” He panted jerking his hips and punctuating each word with his movement. She groaned then whined, hating that she had lost but loving it as well. Her only consolation was that he really hadn’t gotten her to be a submissive; he had just gotten her into the right position. He started to rock against her, thrusting in and out, moving roughly and quickly. The bed under them started to move and shake until it was banging as rhythmically against the wall as his skin was slapping against her own. She could feel the moisture of her arousal sliding down her thighs. His moans almost eclipsed hers as he rode her like a dime store pony. Hard enough that she feared the bed may break.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck!” She cried, her bound hands curling into fists, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palms as she drew closer and closer to climax. He leaned over her to get his mouth and perfectly luscious lips near her ear.

“You gonna cum for me? Huh you little cocktease? Cum all over my cock like a naught little bitch?” He growled his breath hot on her skin. She couldn’t even answer, all she could do was scream as she hit her climax, starting to buck up towards him jerking heavily as he continued to slam into her. At some point his hand finding her clit to massage it and aid in far more than just one orgasm. It kept hitting her, the pleasure like a brick, slamming into her body, over and over and over until she heard him roar out as well. The motion of his hips became erratic, frantic even, and then they started to slow as he rode out the pleasure of his own orgasm. Once he was finished, she felt his cock slip out of her and then heard him collapse on the bed next to her. She opened her eyes and with a groan she managed to maneuver herself onto her back then roll to her side to face him, inching closer and closer until she could put her head on his chest.

“Okay that was really good.” She said her breathless voice against the fabric of his shirt. She glanced up at him to see a big dumb but satisfied smile looking back at her. He sat up just a bit and reached around to untie her wrists before laying back on the pillow like he had been. She slid a hand up over his chest then kissed him on the cheek. That was when she heard the buzzing of the intercom and the announcement of the food arriving (in Japanese). “Perfect timing…I’m starved.”

“That’s the food?” He asked.

“Mm hmm, can you do me a favor and go get it while I clean myself up?” She asked. He smiled and kissed her on the cheek before sitting up.

“No problem. I could eat after that.”

“Well don’t eat it all without me.” She told him. He patted her on the head in an oddly endearing way then got up from the bed and made himself decent before leaving the room and shutting the door behind them. She couldn’t help but smile to herself as she headed into the bathroom to get clean even though she knew she had to hurry. A guy that size would eat fast and most certainly not in small portion sizes.