Power Play

I looked over at him, he had a funny little grin on his face. I asked him what it was, but he simply replied “Nothing.” but I definitely didn't like the tone with witch he said it. I pulled up in front of the house, making sure no one else was around. There was something about a car down the street that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end-it looked incredibly familiar and I didn't know why.

I opened the door and shoved him roughly inside, looking aruond. Something about the place didn't feel right. I stepped in myself and suddenly felt cold metal lock around my wrists. I try to spin around but I feel a blindfold being slipped over my eyes. “Hello Garret.” I don't believe the voice. It couldn't be. I spin around, trying to see. “I'd be careful Garret.” She says simply as I feel her shove me through the door, helping me down the stairs into the basement.

Strong hands, his hands, force me down to my knees. I snarl something and they just laugh. Someone unbuttons my shirt and cuts my undershirt open. Someone is standing in front of me and I realize that it's him as he unzips his pants. I know what he wants me to do, but I'm not going to do it.

She sharp cut of leather against my pants makes me gasp and he seizes the opportunity to pull me onto him. I bite down and feel the leather connect with a sharp crack. “Play nice.” She says and I frown and stay where I am, although I relax the bite. The leather cracks again and he wraps his hands in my hair, dragging me back and forth across him.

It was oddly arousing. It wasn't something that I did, but it seemed to send a primal reaction straight through my body. I let him control me though, I was going to rebel, at least somewhat, against him. I wasn't going to let him, or her, get any pleasure out of this. This was supposed to be my domain, this was my place, I was the one in control.

I feel the whip crack against me again and I groan around him. “Actually do something.” She orders and I lick him from base to tip, trying to remember all the things he had done to me. This wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It feels strangely good, I don't blame him for enjoying it so much, but it was something that I would never do without the leather cracking into me, encouraging me through pain.

I feel him building and he increases the tempo on me, forcing me back and forth faster and faster, and I feel the whip crack against me once more as he explodes, driving himself straight down my throat as I fight not to gag around him. He pulls out away from me and she yanks me upwards, dragging me somewhere.

I feel myself being sprawled over something, face up. She takes my hands and extends them above my head, uncuffing me long enough to make me more comfortable. I feel a set of hands trace their way down me and pull off my pants, leaving me exposed. A warm mouth covers me and I groan, thrusting upwards. She laughs and I'm tied with my legs far apart to whatever I'm leaning on.

There's something very erotic about this, as much as I hate it, there's something that's making me harder than I've ever been before as the occasional teasing touch brushes me. I have no sense of time, no sense of where I am, all have is the blackness and the featherlight touches.

I feel the sudden sting of leather again, this time softer than what there was before, it's more than one piece, not designed to cause any serious damage, simply to leave my skin pink tinged. Someone trails it across my stomach and I have to laugh as it tickles it's way across. “I never knew you were ticklish.” She says and I can hear the grin in her voice. I yelp as it suddenly connects with my skin, hard.

It beats a path across my stomach and chest and I wince each time. It stings, not enough to really hurt, but it's enough for me to notice. One hand reaches out and grabs me and I groan as they start pumping up and down. I have no clue who's doing what, and as much as that scares me it turns me on more than I've ever been before.

Suddenly all contact halts and I fight the cuffs that are tied to something above me, trying to reach out, trying to get out. I hear her soft peal of laughter and it just makes me want to get out of here even more. “It's our turn for fun.” He all but growls as he kisses me, hard, forcing his way into my mouth.

I groan as his hand grabs me again, and I thrust against it before he pulls it away. I don't like this. I don't like my own pleasure being denied me. I was supposed to deny him the pleasure, not the other way around. And he wasn't supposed to have an accomplice. Suddenly the touch is gone again, and I hear more rustling around in another corner of the room.

I strain my ears, it's coming from the direction of the bed. I hear her moan and groan myself. Listening to the two of them as they go at it is almost more than I can take. I need something, I need stimulation. I fight the ties again, trying to work even a hand loose. But I'm held fast, listening to them moan and scream, wishing I was one of the participants rather than an onlooker.

He screams her name and I feel myself thrusting against the air. I feel them coming back over to me. “Ah, so you enjoyed that, did you?” She whispers, running a hand across me, and I nod. Lower, her hand needs to travel lower, but it stops just shy of where I want it. She chuckles low and throaty and unties my hands, leaving them cuffed. She flips me over, hard, rope burning my ankles.

She runs a hand alongmy ass befor eslapping it. I can understand why this turned him on so much. It feels strangely good. So wrong, but so good. Her hand is replaced with the soft leather that bites hard, but not hard enough to draw blood, and I gasp at the unexpected sensation.

I feel something cold and slippery trail down my back and I shake my head at the realization of what it is. That was the one line I did not cross. While I hadn't liked anythign else I had done, it wasn't that bad, but this, this was pushing the limit. This was beyond pushing the limit. He presses one well-greased finger against me and slowly slips it in. “No.” I tell him and he laughs.

“Relax, Garret.” He tells me, sliding the finger further and further in. He curves it downwards and hits a bundle of nerves that cause my hips to suddenly buck, it felt amazing. He strokes the spot again and I groan, trying to thrust against something, anything and he chuckles again. “See, it's not so bad.”

He slowly works another finger in, still stroking that spot, and it feels so good. I don't care what he's doing to me, I'm lost, the only thing I can think about is the intense, insane pleasure that he's causing. I can feel him spreading me, opening me, and if it wasn't for what he was doing I would have ripped myself free and beaten him down for what I knew was going to happen. But his fingers keep stroking that spot and I'm fixed to my spot by pleasure.

Suddenly his fingers are gone and before I know what's happening, I'm whimpering, wishing they were back. They're quickly replaced by him thrusting into me, slowly, pushing further and further in. He's making sure not to hurt me. Realization of what's going on is just starting to dawn but before I can do anything he brushes past that spot again and I groan.

I'm hating every minute of this, I'm supposed to be the one on top, this is his posistion, he's supposed to be the one getting completely dominated, but he had the unfair advantage. And he's turning me into a whimpering mass, which makes me even more upset, even if he did wrest control, I'm not supposed to be enjoying it.

But I have no choice, it feels to good not to enjoy. I feel a warm mouth cover me and I thrust into it, feeling her laugh around me. “Patience.” She says as I feel him start to thrust. He's going to pay for this, later, but right now all I can think of is the sensations going through my body.

I feel myself building, reaching the edge and suddenly her lips are off of me, and the feeling of fullness inside of me is gone. I whimper, looking for contact. But it's nowhere to be found. “This is my revenge.” I hear him growl into my ear. “For all the times you've done this to me.”

I now know how much power I had. I knew how much being driven straight to the edge and then suddenly kept away from it hurt. It wasn't an ache, it hurt. I felt pain at the way that I wanted nothing more than to explode. The sharp crack of the leather brought me back to reality and I yelped at the feeling of it.

I feel the ropes being untied and I'm being led to the bed. Someone forces me down onto it, hard, and it hurts me even more. The handcuffs are undone long enough to loop them around the headboard, and I'm lying there, exposed . Two pairs of lips work their way up my body and her mouth meets mine.

I try to kiss my way down her body, but she pulls away. I feel the weight of her body come closer and closer to me and the next thing I know her warm wetness is directly in front of me. “You know what to do.” She says simply, and I gently slip my tongue inside the slick folds. She gasps and groans my name as I start trailing patterns across her. I try not to think of how humiliating this is, focusing instead on the task at hand.


Her moans and gasps are driving me insane as I bring her clsoer and closer to the edge. And then there's the hand, back on me, rubbing me, and I start thrusting in rhythm with it. But as soon as she spasms on top of me, gasping my name, the hand his gone and I'm being flipped over roughly, the handcuffs coming off again.

He pins down my hands with his own as he slides himself back into me. I try to fight him off, but she joins in restraining me. She lays down in front of me and posistions me inside of her. I thrust into her, enjoying having the feeling of control back, at least a little As I start a rhythm, he starts one that mimicks my own, and it feels so good. I hate it, but it feels good.

I'm so close to the edge, and I slid one hand between her and I and start rubbing, pulling her to the edge with me. She's the first one to go and the second I feel the muscles clench around me I have no choice but to give into my body. He keeps pouding into me, driving me higher and higher before finally freezing inside of me.

Soft hands undo the blindfold from my eyes as I collapse onto the bed, spent. “It's always fun when I get to overpwoer another dom.” She says and I stare at her, almost in disbelief as I feel sleep starting to take over me.

“Don't count on this being a common expierence.” I tell her and she grins.

“Wouldn't think of it.”

“Good.” I say , rolling over, watching the two of them cuddle closer together. I ignore the way that they kiss and grope like two teenagers for about ten minutes before I finally roll over. “Lily, Seely, let an old man rest will you? There's plenty of other places in the room to do that.” They both laugh and rather than get up, she rolls over and wraps her arms around me, something that I normally dislike, but I'm too exhausted to care about at the moment. I never would admit it, but there was something that felt way too good about the night.