Symon and Michelle: Endurance
Symon referred to as round 7PM, saying that his mission group had determined to complete issues off fully, no matter how lengthy it took. She’d identified he was going to be late, and his name made her notice there was no level in ready up for him. She went to mattress about 10PM.
A while after, when she was useless asleep, she was woke up by the feeling of Symon yanking the sheets and blankets off of her. Earlier than she may actually make sense of the nippiness that washed over her bare physique he was on her. Behind her, rolling her onto her abdomen, digging his fingers into her thighs to unfold her legs and pull her ass into the air. Groggily, she registered his warmth and weight, then his breath at her ear.
“I would like you. Now.” His voice was hoarse and low.
He did not give her time to say or do something. She was clay underneath his palms. Her physique responded, because it all the time did, to the uncooked need within the husky tone of his voice. To the desperation within the grip of his fingers on her. He shoved his exhausting prick into her and it burned. He pulled out and it burned. And instantly her arousal compensated, lubricating her tunnel as he shoved again into her.
Quickly he was gliding out and in easily, wetly, his tempo quickening and his pressure rising. She felt his fingers pulling at her butt cheeks, separating them, digging in on the most tender and delicate spots the place one half protected the pores and skin of the opposite half. The place the pores and skin thinned, assembly her gap.
Nonetheless, Symon pounded into her. He pushed one thumb into her sphincter, utilizing that grip as a deal with, pulling her hips up, forcing her to arch her again. His different hand greedy and kneading her leg, splaying her out so he may reposition them each for a extra relentless tempo.
Michelle stretched her arms out, bracing herself on the headboard, her elbows locked. Symon’s motion was driving her down into the mattress. Her abdomen now virtually flat on the mattress between her outstretched knees. And nonetheless he rutted into her.
Now she heard that he was speaking, grunting actually. The phrases virtually incoherent, however the tone indignant, exhausting; she knew he was probably spitting insults, possibly spitting threats, or simply as probably violent guarantees. Her physique flushed, her battered cunt clenching round his thick cock. She shivered, getting ready to climax, figuring out her satisfaction was immaterial to him.
She screamed, low, the sound swallowed by the pillow she was face down in. Her abdomen contracted as her orgasm shot via and appeared to ricochet off all her inner organs.
She felt him wind his hand in her hair, after which the inevitable yank as he pulled her up off the pillow, suspending her briefly by her tresses. She shifted her palms, making an attempt to get extra help, half believing that he would subsequent twist her arms behind her. However he was to intent on pummeling her pussy.
As he pulled her up by her hair, he growled, “Cum once more, cunt.”
She did, virtually robotically. The mix of sensations an excessive amount of for her to not. Along with her orgasms behind her, he redoubled his tempo and depth. She was simply alongside for his trip. Now she may hear extra of what he was saying. The names he was calling her, his cockslut, his cumbucket, his grasping whore. The guarantees to put on her out, put on her down, destroy her pussy and her ass so she could not sit for every week. That he would cowl her in bruises and make her beg for extra.
She did not know what time it was. She did not know what had spawned this want in him. She did not care. She could not suppose. Then one other orgasm shuddered via her and he laughed.
“So predictable,” he grunted at her.
He stopped for a second, deep inside her. He leaned down and whispered gruffly in her ear. “One in every of these nights, cunt, it will not be me. I will let some asshole take you want this, simply to show what a slut you’re. Fuck, I will pay an asshole to take you want this. Simply to point out that any dick can do you. Any dick could make you cum. Cunt.”
She knew he did not imply it. Within the throes of a session like this he virtually all the time threatened to show her out to another person. Numerous the threats have been extra graphic and disturbing than that. However basically, he did not wish to share. She stopped questioning, years in the past, why he wanted to say these issues to her. She’d stopped questioning, lengthy earlier than that, why listening to that sort of factor turned her on a lot.
He resumed thrusting in her, extra slowly, however with simply as a lot pressure. She tried to catch her breath. He pulled out of her virtually fully. He squirted a dollop of lube on her asshole and shoved his thumb again in. Then he went again to pounding her as quick and as exhausting as he may, shoving her again into the mattress, together with his hand nonetheless wrapped in her hair. Her head yanked again, then he let go, and used that hand so as to add extra lube to her crack.
He dug his fingers into her ass, spreading her cheeks once more. She measured her respiration, making ready herself. Symon shoved into her exhausting, just a few closing instances, then she heard his acquainted guttural groan and sigh. He’d had his climax, balls deep inside her.
He pulled out of her, quick, so he was nonetheless exhausting. Then shoved himself in her ass. He received partway in, then pulled out, added extra lube and impaled her on his size. She felt him greedy for her knee, and he or she shifted so her left leg was straight, and the suitable was bent nearly ninety levels. Symon matched his legs to hers, then shifted his personal weight to press down on her. He wasn’t fairly fully laying on her again, however shut.
As soon as she was within the place she was presupposed to be, he reached his proper arm round her entrance, clamping his hand on her shoulder and pulling her additional onto him. He wished his cock as fully inside her ass as bodily attainable, and he wished it to remain there. She shifted barely, to show her head, ease her respiration. Making herself as snug as she may, with one thing that measurement caught up her butt and a grown man virtually utilizing her as his mattress.
Symon’s hand slid down, gripping the tip of her breast. She felt him curling his torso to match her, his head bending to relaxation on her hair. She was pinned, speared, nicely and really mounted. She sighed, making an attempt to loosen up, needing to sleep.
Once they’d each settled, Symon kissed the highest of her head.
“I took tomorrow off,” he mentioned.
“What?” she requested.
“I wanted a day. It has been a shit week.”
“I’ve to work tomorrow.” It was exhausting for her to speak, she actually wished to show to face him, however he was immovable.
“I do know.”
“No, actually, Symon, I’ve to be there. The auditors are–“
“Michelle. I do know. I am not telling you to name in sick or something. Simply come residence on time. Do not be late. I am planning. Simply do not be late, okay?”
“Okay.” She let loose a sigh that sounded extra exasperated than was prudent.
Symon laughed. “Calm down, babe. It’s best to in all probability sleep.”
She buried her face within the pillow, grateful that he could not learn her thoughts and listen to the fifteen forms of bastard she’d referred to as him in her head. He knew she infrequently slept when he positioned himself like this. He pinched her nipple, and he or she felt him stress-free on her.
She waited, hoping to really feel his cock soften and slip out of her. Figuring out that after it did, he’d probably roll onto his different aspect. However she shocked herself by drifting off. When she awoke a few hours later, Symon was on his aspect, his again to her. She rolled over herself, to spoon him, after resetting her alarm for thirty minutes sooner than ordinary. She positively wanted an extended bathe within the morning.
*~~*
The following day, she left work ten minutes early. She’d been sore and achy all day. When she sat down, she did so gingerly, and nonetheless winced about half the time. Symon hadn’t been making an attempt to harm her the evening earlier than. However he was within the temper to not care if he did. At that was usually worse. Once they performed video games that he knew would trigger her ache, they each ready. However final evening she hadn’t had the possibility to, and he hadn’t cared about any cautions.
However, marry a sadist, and that is going to occur to you now and again. And Michelle needed to admit that the association labored out fairly nicely for her too. More often than not.
In her automobile, she sat whereas the heater warmed it up some. She texted Symon that she was on her manner.
He responded: Good. Meet me downstairs. I left one thing in your chair within the bed room.
She was shocked. He hadn’t enforced that individual rule shortly. Within the early levels of their relationship, after they have been nonetheless determining what they wished from this way of life, they’d provide you with some guidelines. They’d heard a lot about contracts and specific consent, about writing issues down, codifying them. Symon had wished to mess around with asserting management, and Michelle was prepared to experiment with giving up management, to see the way it meshed together with her masochism.
One in every of their guidelines had been that except she was dressed for work, she was solely allowed to put on what he left her on a chair that sat of their bed room. If the chair was empty, she was bare. If the chair simply had a pair of excessive heels and a set of leather-based cuffs, then that is all she wore. Generally there have been elaborate fantasy outfits; typically it was only a t-shirt and a pair of panties. However step by step they stopped imposing. She realized what he truly preferred to see her in, and he realized that she preferred being bare as a lot he preferred her bare, possibly extra, even. So, that was their default.
She texted again: Understood. Anything I have to know?
His response was authoritarian: If there was, I would let you know. Get residence.
She shivered in anticipation. There have been any variety of dastardly situations he may have dreamt up, alone all day.
*~~*
She walked into the home, and it was quieter than she anticipated. She wasn’t certain why it unnerved her. If Symon was downstairs, ready, then in fact it might be quiet up right here. She went to their bed room and undressed. She washed herself rapidly, simply sponging off the little little bit of grime from the day and freshening herself up.
She went to the chair, tucked between her dresser and the self-importance she typically used. There was a pile of garments, and a brief notice in Symon’s angular handwriting.
The notice learn: “As ordinary, put these on so as. Depart your hair down. See you in a couple of minutes. Love, S”
Slightly below the notice was a bottle of ibuprofen. She stared at this ominous signal, then swallowed the beneficial dosage with a glass of water. On the high of the pile of garments was a crimson lace bra, adopted by an identical crimson thong. Then there was an extended white gown that buttoned up the entrance. It was created from a skinny cotton, like a sundress could be, and had a empire waist so the skirt fell from slightly below her bust line. The neck was a shallow v, with a lace inset, and the sleeves fell to her elbows, created from the identical lace; the hem got here simply at her ankles. The final merchandise on the chair was a pair of white mules with a couple of two inch heel.
She dressed, shocked at how demure and coated up she was. It was an incongruous sight, when she thought of the way in which he’d acted the evening earlier than, and what she presumed was going to occur subsequent. The gown swirled round her legs, simple and lightweight. She assumed that it might be destroyed earlier than too lengthy. She hoped he hadn’t spent a lot cash on it. However she wished one to maintain, too.
Michelle went down into their basement playroom. They’d been on this home a few years now, and had transformed the partially completed basement. There had already been a toilet, so they simply added one other wall for privateness, soundproofing, a partial kitchen, cupboards and furnishings. There was loads of house, sturdy overhead beams, and now a lot of storage for toys, utensils and provides. They’d spent a complete week down right here simply after the renovations have been full. Christening it, Symon had mentioned. She cherished the privateness, and the liberty to experiment that the house afforded them.
However, typically, particularly nights when Symon gave her the look she noticed now, the privateness and freedom it afforded him brought on her to be nervous.
She’d stepped via the door to the house, and he was sitting in an armchair between the tall cupboard that marked the top of the kitchenette space, and the house that was dominated by the mattress. There have been an identical pair of chairs, one with an ottoman, and a small desk between. He wore denims, a free knit shirt, and a pair of loafers. He seemed, for all of the world, like a yuppie.
On the desk subsequent to him was a bottle of bourbon, two glasses with ice, and a big purchasing bag from their favourite grownup toy retailer.
His eyes widened as she walked in. “That gown seems to be even higher on you than I believed it might,” he mentioned, smiling.
Michelle smoothed the entrance after which twirled round together with her subsequent few steps. “Thanks,” she responded. “It is pretty. It feels good too. It is simply. Uh…”
“Not my ordinary type?”
She laughed. “No, not your ordinary type for me.”
“You desire a drink?” he requested.
“Certain.”
He poured bourbon in every glass, after which circled her waist with one arm, pulling her onto his lap. She settled herself, and he handed her the drink. He took his they usually each sipped. She leaned ahead to place her drink on the desk, and as quickly as she began sitting up, he pressed his hand to her chest, leaning her backward onto his arm and shoulder.
As he talked, he glided his hand up and down her torso, unfastening one button on the gown with every downward stroke.
“Yeah,” he mentioned. “It is not what I would normally pick for you. However I’ve to be sincere. I noticed it within the window, on a model, and instantly had some very evil ideas.”
By this level, the gown was unbuttoned under the band of Michelle’s bra, midway down her abdomen.
“Did you, now?” she requested.
Symon unbuttoned two extra, then unfold the material aside, exposing her bra. Michelle sat, watching his face, making an attempt to divine what he wished. Attempting to arrange herself.
He checked out her. “Sure. Involving you on this stand up, plenty of rope, and a snake whip.”
She caught his hand as he slipped free one other button. “And this gown winding up in shreds on the ground?”
“One thing like that. However then I did extra purchasing. After which I waited down right here, and thought some time. And determined I wished one thing else.”
“Oh.”
“However I nonetheless wished to see you in it. However…” Symon pulled out from her grasp and rapidly unbuttoned the remainder of the gown, leaving it hanging like a coat on her. “However, the gown is secure for now.”
He caressed her breasts, then went decrease and slipped his finger simply contained in the waistband of the panties. He reached for his drink, and he or she leaned over for hers. They each sipped a little bit extra.
“So, yeah, the gown is secure for now. You possibly can take it off. There is a hanger within the closet.”
She slid off his lap and walked to the lavatory the place the closet was. As she received to the door he mentioned, “Really, take every part off.”
She turned and nodded. “That is extra prefer it.”
When she got here again out of the lavatory, she basked in his frank appraisal of her. No matter else he referred to as her, or the derogatory speeches he made, he by no means insulted her seems to be or her intelligence. Whilst her physique had modified as they moved via their twenties and thirties, he by no means criticized her physique, her weight, her hair, or that she refused to put on make-up. She knew that in his eyes, she would all the time be lovely. So she displayed herself for him proudly, and reveled in his look and his looking out, probing fingers when she sat again down on his lap.
“I am having a type of moments after I want I used to be twenty once more. After I may pop a purloined Viagra and a few caffeine and be good to fuck for 4 hours straight.”
“Okay, however they did not have Viagra once we have been twenty.”
“I do know that. I am saying, if I used to be twenty now. If I used to be twenty now, I would take a Viagra, down an vitality drink. Then I would tie you up and fuck you into exhaustion. As it’s, I am making different lodging.”
He reached into the purchasing bag, rooting round for one thing particular. He pulled out a half inch extensive leather-based band, about 5 inches lengthy, with three carefully positioned snaps. He held it up, then handed it to her.
“What’s this?” she requested.
“An adjustable cock ring.”
“Actually?” she responded, shocked. He nodded. “However I believed you hated the thought of those?”
“I used to be persuaded of their advantages,” he answered, grinning devilishly.
“Hear, babe, and I am not simply saying this to, y’know, stroke your ego or persuade you to go simple on me…”
He laughed, as a result of they each knew that going simple on her wasn’t an possibility.
“Yeah?” he teased. “What?”
“It is simply that, stamina has by no means been a difficulty for you. Or, different issues that cock rings are supposed to assist with.”
“Oh, I do know. I did not get this as a result of I wished assist.”
“You bought it as a result of?”
His eyes hardened and all of the mirth disappeared from his voice. “As a result of I wish to fuck you into exhaustion. After which do it once more.”
“Oh,” she mentioned, her voice small. She handed the leather-based again to him, and fortified herself with one other sip of bourbon.
“I received different new toys, too. I believed I wished to make you scream,” he mentioned.
“You thought?”
He was nonetheless enjoying together with her physique, his palms roamed over her breasts, down her abdomen, dipped between her legs. He cupped her breasts, allow them to fall, dug his fingers into her thigh.
“Yeah,” he mentioned. “I believed that is what I wished. These great full throated screams you make after I’m flogging you or one thing. You realize, proper earlier than you orgasm so exhausting you squirt.” His tone was blunt.
She blushed, nodded. Then realized what he’d mentioned. “However you do not need that?”
He shook his head. “No. I would like one thing completely different tonight. One thing, I dunno, colder.”
He sipped his drink, and he or she adopted go well with. “I received a brand new Hitachi. With some attachments.”
“Okay,” she replied, nervously.
“And a few new clover clamps, and some different issues alongside these strains.”
“What does that imply, ‘alongside these strains’?”
“You may see.” He stroked her face, glided his hand all the way down to her breast, and squeezed. Not his ordinary fast hit till she winced. However an extended inexorable improve of strain till his knuckles went white and he or she involuntarily tried to drag away. Then he clamped down tougher, till her flesh could not give any extra, till it was crushed into solidity in his grip.
“Rely to 100,” he mentioned.
She began counting, quickly, as quick as she may kind the phrases. Earlier than she reached ten he mentioned, “No. That is too quick. Sluggish. Slower. Such as you’re counting off seconds.”
“Eleven.”
“No,” he commanded icily. “Begin over. Go to at least one fifty.”
She began once more, saying the quantity out loud and mentally including ‘Mississippi’ to maintain the proper tempo. He held on to her, clamping down, step by step shifting his fingers in order that his nails dug into her. By the point she received to fifty, her pulse had quickened. By 100 she began listening to the moan in her voice as she spoke. She sat completely nonetheless on his lap. He stared at her, his gaze boring into her.
She mentioned, “100 fifty.”
He did not let go. She checked out him, opened her mouth, closed it. Shut her eyes as he tried to ratchet up his strain much more. When she began shaking, he opened his hand extensive, dropping her breast. She gasped on the sudden launch of strain, the absence of ache as disorienting because the ache itself had been.
Tears in her eyes, she checked out him once more.
“That is what I would like,” he mentioned. “When you understand screaming is not going that will help you any.”
She shuddered once more. Nodding, she mentioned, “I do know what you are on the lookout for.”
“Yeah?” he challenged. “What’s it you suppose I am on the lookout for?”
“You wish to make me depressing. To place me in agony, and make me orgasm anyway. That is the actual management, proper? Do all of the issues you understand I would moderately keep away from, and make my physique reply regardless.”