Lesson Ch. 01

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Chapter 01: Control

The buzzer sounded. Someone wanted to come upstairs and she pressed the ‘unlock’ button without a second thought. She had the elevator timed and knew it would take three minutes for the caller to travel from the ground floor to hers. Unlocking her apartment door, she returned to her bedroom to finish putting her clean clothes away. She was in the middle of folding a shirt when knocking sounded on the door. “It’s unlocked,” she called loudly over her shoulder.

The front door opened, heavy feet crossed the threshold, and the door closed. The light, metal rattling of the chain being fastened soon followed. Putting the last of her underwear away in her dresser, she walked back to the bed, and leaned over it to snatch up a straggling sock. When she straightened up, her back came into sharp contact with a solid body. His breath was hot on her neck and his arms slid around her, pulling her firmly against him.

“I know a secret,” he growled in her ear.

Her back stiffened and she strained a bit to test his grip. “What secret?”

“Your secret.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” She smirked, straining against his hold again.

His grip tightened as his hands slid to her arms. Clamping down, he pulled them behind her. “You like it when it hurts.” He crossed her arms roughly at the wrists. “And sometimes . . . you like to lose control.” Squirming in his grip, she cursed the arousal building between her thighs as panic knotted her stomach. Jerking her arms suddenly, he spun her around, looking her in the eye with his face very close to hers while still hanging onto her arms tightly. “Don’t you?”

“P-please . . .” she said weakly, avoiding eye contact. He shoved her onto the bed, quick to climb over her, and pin her down. Hands at her wrists, he pressed them against the mattress as he watched her wriggle beneath him. Leaning in close, his mouth was at her neck, sucking her flesh in and biting down hard.

Whimpering, she involuntarily cringed, bringing her shoulder to her cheek in an attempt to shut him out. He growled, lifting his hand still clutching hers, and forcefully tilted her head the other way. Sinking his teeth deeper into her sensitive flesh, he didn’t let up until he had successfully broken the skin. Tasting copper on his tongue, his saliva stung her ruined flesh, and she gasped softly.

Sliding down her body, he brought her hands with him, dragging them along the bed on either side of her. Pressing his face between her breasts through her top, he dragged his lips over the material until he located a hard nipple straining against the fabric. Wrapping his lips around it, he sucked, soaking her shirt as he did so. Biting down cruelly on the the sensitive nub between his teeth, he listened to her breathy gasp. Shifting over, he caught her other nipple between his teeth and grated it slow and hard.

Crying out in pain, she writhed beneath him. Lifting himself to rest on his elbows, he threw her a warning glare before releasing her hands. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, he wrenched it up over her head, and flung it away. “Where do you keep your toys?” he demanded eagerly. She pointed at the door leading to her walk-in closet. Looking in that direction, he nodded. “Don’t. Move.” Climbing off her bed, he headed over to the closet, opening the door, dikmen escort bayan and walking inside. Against the wall opposite the door, there was a low, wooden chest with the word TOYS written on the front with black paint. Dangling just under the edge of the lid, he spotted the silver gleam of one handcuff bracelet. Clicking his tongue, he strode over to the toy chest, and began rummaging through it.

Obeying his order, she remained on the bed, shivering lightly without her shirt. Looking over at the closet curiously, she absently chewed on her bottom lip as she waited. It was only a few moments before he returned to her view, holding his prize out for her to see. Leather handcuffs, the ones with the long chain. These would allow her to switch position, but would leave her tethered to the bed. Returning to her, still dangling one of the cuffs off his fingertip, he grinned at her nastily. “Left wrist.”

Holding out her left arm, he fastened the cuff around it securely then ran the chain back and wound it between the ornate bars that made up her headboard. Bringing the remaining length of the chain back, he locked the second cuff around her wrist. “Test them.” She pulled on her restraints, feeling the metal wire inside the leather biting into her skin. “Very good.” Sliding off the bed again, he pulled off his shirt and dropped it at his feet. His boots went next, then socks, and belt, he kept his jeans on for now. “On your back.”

Laying back, she rested her arms above her head, and watched him intently as he crawled over her. His fingers found the button and zipper of her jeans and quickly undid them. Grasping at the pants near her thighs, pinching her skin harshly in the process, he wrenched them off, and left them on the floor. Now she was left wearing her tiny, black thong and the leather handcuffs. His eyes roved over her body as he hung back, taking it all in before even touching her again.

She shifted uncomfortably, impatiently waiting for him to make his next move. “Well?!” she snapped after the silent absence of touch dragged on a little too long. This earned her a slap across the face and she cried out again, left cheek burning.

“In some kind of hurry?” he asked darkly, his left hand drifting down to hover above that little, black thong of hers. His fingertips dragged lazily over the material, feeling her wetness soaking through. Following her slit, he parted her lips carefully, and pressed his finger inward, sinking thong and all just inside. “Roll over.”

Obeying, she turned onto her stomach, and lifted herself onto all fours. He hooked his fingers into her thong and pulled it down, out of the way. Sliding onto the bed, he knelt down, and ran his palm over the curve of her ass. Withdrawing his hand slowly, he quickly brought it back down hard against her ass. She gasped, clutching the bedspread tightly in her fists. Smiling cruelly, he pulled back and brought his hand down upon her again and again and again until her flesh burned red under his fingers.

“Such a bad girl,” he hissed. Leaning over her, he made sure the bulge growing inside his jeans was pressed firmly against her ass. Grinding lightly against her, his mouth found her ear, “a naughty girl.”

“What have I done?”

Another cruel slap against her stinging ass. “You’re enjoying emek escort bayan this far too much.”

“So are you.” This response ended in a yelp when he slapped her yet again.

“Don’t talk back to me. Or I’ll make this hurt more than you’ll like.”

She fell silent then, shifting uneasily under the weight of him. Biting a lip, she paused a moment before pushing back against him.

“Much better.” Pulling away, he got out of his jeans and left them on the floor, his shorts quickly following. Stroking himself slowly as he watched her hold her position, he reached out, and ran his free hand over her skin. “Do you have any lubricant?” She leaned forward on her elbows, glancing curiously over her shoulder before pointing to her bedside table.

“In the drawer.”

“Ah.” Stretching out across the bed, he pulled the drawer open, and dug around inside until he found the plastic tube. Sliding the drawer shut, he straightened up, and examined the label. “Pineapple flavored?” He chuckled, uncapping the container, and squeezing a healthy dollop into his mouth. Tossing the lube aside, he pressed his hands against her hips, and leaned forward. Before she had time to react, he had plunged his tongue inside her, lubing her up thoroughly as he pulsed in and out — in and out and swirling it around inside.

She gasped sharply, groaning as his tongue worked in her. Letting her arms give out, she pulled the pillows from under the blankets to prop her chest on as he held her ass steady with his hands still gripping her hips. Pushing back against his tongue, she moaned again, squeezing her eyes shut. His tongue was soon replaced with a finger, made slick by what she was already coated with. Pushing deep inside her, he turned his finger slowly, stretching her carefully. A second finger was added and the process continued.

Once he could get a third finger into her and move it freely, he knew she was ready. Pulling his fingers out, he grabbed the tube, and applied an extra coat to his cock. Stroking it smoothly to make sure it was evenly slick. Capping the container, it was once again cast aside as he positioned himself. Palms against her ass, he spread her open, and rested the head against her threshold. Wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, he eased the head inside, past the ring of muscle, and then slid in easily.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she let out a pained groan as he filled her. Gasping and wincing, she shifted awkwardly on her pillows as she waited for the initial burn to subside. Eventually becoming used to it, she sighed deeply, and pressed back against him. Taking this as his cue, he pulled back halfway then slid forward. He did this again four times to prepare her, the next time he pulled back, he slid back in harder. His hands returned to her hips, he dug his fingertips in as he picked a fast pace to pull back and thrust in.

Clutching the blankets, her breath came out in wheezy gasps as she was pushed into her pillows with each forward thrust. “God . . .” she cried out, her moaning syncing up with his thrusts soon enough.

“You like that, don’t you?” he questioned with a smirk. Lifting one of his hands from her hips, he brought down with a sharp slap against her ass, feeling the jolt radiate to his cock inside her as she cried out. “What a dirty, eryaman escort bayan little slut you are.”

“Hmmmnn,” she whined. “Again?”

“What?”

“Hit me again, please?”

He hesitated, pretending to think it over before bringing his hand hard against her ass again. Barely able to bite back a gasp that matched hers. “You want to be punished.”

“Uh-huh . . . ahh.” She moaned loudly.

“Because you know you’re a dirty slut, a filthy, little whore. One that doesn’t even deserve my attention.”

“Yes, yes . . .”

He pulled out entirely without warning and she cried out in protest. “You’re absolutely correct, you don’t deserve it at all.”

“No, please, I’ve been good . . .” she pleaded, glancing back at him. She could see how hard he was, knew he was as close to his end as she had been a moment ago. He wouldn’t hold out on her for very long. Rolling over, she sat up and reached for him, straining against her handcuffs. Stroking his slick erection with one hand followed by the other. “Please?”

He grunted, holding back the groan that welled in his throat as she touched him. He was throbbing in her hands and couldn’t help but push into them. “I suppose . . . on your back this time.” She obliged, sliding her pillows down so they’d prop up the small of her back. Taking hold of her ankles, he bent her legs back toward her chest. She gripped her thighs just under her knees to keep them against her stomach. Positioning himself, he slid into her tight ass once more. They groaned in unison as he did.

Letting out a breath, he leaned forward with his hands pressed against the bed on either side of her, and began thrusting into her harder and faster than before. Their eyes met and she fought hard against the urge to laugh at his look of determined concentration. He always takes this way too seriously, she thought to herself. Letting her eyes roll back, she commenced to moaning as he stretched her, causing wonderful friction against her walls.

Cracking a smile once her eyes were closed, he shifted his weight to one hand, and let the other slide down her stomach. Letting his fingers rest where her lips began, he parted them carefully, and rubbed his fingertip against her clit. She murmured positively and moved with his touch. Moving his finger in a circular motion, he pushed down on the little nub. Keeping up this very specific massage as he continued to thrust in and out of her, it wasn’t much longer before her gasping breaths gave way to the intense muscle contraction that milked him to his own orgasm.

After the waves of pleasure subsided, he pulled out of her, and cleaned himself off with the edge of her bedspread. Getting off the bed, he pulled his shorts and jeans back on. Reaching over her, he undid her bonds, letting them fall away. She sat up, pulling the chain free from the headboard, and grabbing the lube. Tossing the little tube back into her bedside drawer, she circled the bed to return the handcuffs to her toy chest. He gave her playful slap on her already sore ass as she passed him. Wincing, she threw him a playful glare, and disappeared into her closet.

Grabbing his shirt off the floor, he pulled it over his head. Finishing with putting his boots back on over his socks, he exited her bedroom, undid the chain and left the apartment, pulling the door closed behind him. She was nearly at his heels, listening to the sound of his boots carrying him to the elevator before fastening the locks once more. The clothes she had been wearing before the attack were in the laundry basket and she headed toward the bathroom for a shower. Next time, it was his turn.

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