In the early evening the next day she hears him walk in, walk swiftly towards her and take off her hood.
“Good, I also think this hood isn’t good for my hairstyle.”
He slaps her hard across the face.
“I’m afraid my pulling will be far worse for your hairstyle” he says as he traces his fingers behind her head, up her scalp and swiftly and forcefully grabs a fistfull and yanks down. He leans in, breathing on her neck and ear. He moves his face to in front of hers and breathes out on her lips. His dark eyes and sinister smirk strike through an otherwise warm and welcoming, if still strong and potentially fierce, face. He leans closer to her, his hot breath ever more intense and full playing with her lips as she relaxed them and closed her eyes. She relished and ached in the sudden burning urge to taste his lips, and her mind imagined so many possible enticing textures, firmness, wetness. His breaths grew ever closer but just as he was in the moment to kiss her, he stopped, leaned back, put her hood back on, and walked out.
She lied there fuming inside at his toying with her, and embarassed for her complicated emotions towards him. After ten minutes, it dawned on her that he may not be coming back this evening at all, and stifled her sadness with a self-declaration that she prefers it that way.
Ah hour passes and she hears him walk in again. He takes off her hood.
“Miss me?”
“Ha! You wish!”
“No, I know.”
“Oh is that right?”
He slaps her hard on her torso, snapping her aghast in a shock of pain.
“You seem to forget that everything I say is right.”
He unties her, has her come off the bed and instructs her to be on her knees.
“I will not suck your dick!”
“I’m going to enjoy making you mumble that while my dick is in your mouth.”
He retrieves a metal item with a chain and some thin rope, ties her hands to the chain, and then clips two nipple clamps onto her nipples, biting them hard that she squeals in pain. She eases into its dull hurting on her and wonders about the next course of events.
“And you’re going to have to earn the privilege of enjoying my dick.”
“Is that so?”
“Here are the instructions. You get twenty sucks, no more. After your plump luscious lustful lips slide down and then back up my cock twenty times, you stop. Meanwhile, you will be touching yourself, however, your hands are in such a position as to pull at your nipples, so it will hurt a lot. Hope you have as much fun as I will.”
He slaps her hard across the face and gets into position, carefully taking off his pants. His cock snapped out, portruding, aggressively pointing at her, thick and strong and powerful. He circle the head of his cock around the tips of her lips and then told her to open her mouth . She obeyed and he thrust his cock inside and told her to touch her pussy.
She reached her hands down, to feel them pulling at the chain, twisting spikes of agony across her chest. She began to slide her lips slowly out across the head of his cock and slowly back in. She thought the audacity of him to say she only gets twenty sucks, and yet as he counts ten her lips glide slower, her tongue hungrilly swirls, darting around every ridge, tasting as much of it as she could. Her pussy is soaking her fingers as their pace quickens, circling intensely on her clit.
His large cock filling her mouth, she felt poignantly excited at his visibly intense arousal, his turgid dick engorged in ravenous lust. At fifteen he told her to open her mouth and shoved his cock in hard, far into her throat. She gagged, coughed, and saliva dribbled on his cock as he chuckled and commanded her to conntinue. After a couple more, he grabbed her hair and kept her still, with his cock in her mouth, and commanded her to mumble “thank you for this cock, sir”, then told her to say it clearer, she mumbled again, he chuckled, told her to say it a few more times then let her head go to let her continue sucking his dick.
After twenty, he unclipped the nipple clamps, grabbed her wrists and pulled them off her pussy, untied her hands quietly, then sent her back to her bed, and tied her up. He looked at her for an extended moment. His eyes are less sinister, more warm. His mouth almost betrays a slight kind smile, and he stops, turns around, and walks out.