Teach Me Dirty(97)

“Yes…”

“…and I liked it when I couldn’t move. I liked it when you took me and I couldn’t stop it…”

“You like being tied up?”

My breath was ragged as he squeezed my breast. I nodded. “Yes. I like it when I’m yours, and I can’t move…”

“Yes…”

“I feel so... dirty… but so nice… so safe…”

His voice was low and dark. “I’m going to take you home, and feed you, and when you’re done, I’m going to tie you up, tight, and I’m going to make you come until you can’t take anymore. I’m going to make you come until you’re a delirious, delicious little wreck. Until your * is swollen pink for me, until your skin is clammy with sweat and your legs are straining in their bonds…”

“Oh God…”

“…And then I’m going to f*ck you like you’ve never been f*cked. I’m going to f*ck your body so hard you’ll strain in your cuffs and squeal for me.”

I could hardly swallow.

“And then we’ll see how tight that sweet little * of yours is…” The air left my lungs, and he smiled. “Let’s go home.”



I ate my baked potato on autopilot, my heart racing as Mark stared at me from across the table. His eyes had been hungry and dark all the way home, and I liked that. I loved that.

This was the side I dreamed about, the side I sketched and masturbated over and craved more than anything.

He cleared the table calmly, and I helped, and I could hardly breathe. He wiped the table down, and his eyes burned at me.

“I’m going to make this feel so good for you,” he said.

I nodded. “I want it to feel good for you, too…”

He smiled. “Oh it will. Don’t you be worrying your pretty head over that.” He took a breath and cast the cloth into the kitchen. “Are you ready?”

My body was like jelly and I didn’t even know why. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

He closed the distance and backed me up to the wall, and his mouth was hot on my neck. He grazed my jaw with little nips and pressed his lips to mine, and I squirmed as his thigh pushed between my legs. He pulled my top up and pinched at my breasts, and it was rough and needy, but it felt so nice.

He tugged the fabric over my head and pulled my little bra cups down, and then his mouth followed. I moaned as he sucked on my breast. He sucked me so hard my nipple throbbed in his mouth and I wanted it. It made me squirm.

“Please…” I breathed. “Mark… oh, God, please…”

He stared up at me, and I could hardly meet his gaze, he was so intense.

“Your sweet little tits drive me insane, Helen. They are too perfect, too tempting, too f*cking nice.”

He sucked the other into his mouth to illustrate his point.

He unzipped my jeans and slid them down, my panties with them. I stepped out of the heap of denim, and his mouth was straight between my legs, his tongue digging for my clit. I took his hair in my hands, and spread wider for him. His fingers pulled apart my * lips, and he let out a groan before he ran his tongue over the little bud.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he said as he got to his feet. He took my hand and guided me to the table, and then he guided me onto it, my ass hanging just over the edge enough to expose all of me. “Lift your arms above your head.”

I did what he asked without question and heard a jangle of chain before the metal of the handcuffs clipped around my wrists. He pulled my arms tight and fixed them, stretched above my head so high I could feel the grip of the metal.

He tied rope around my ankles, and hooked them around the table legs, and then he fastened them, tight and wide.

I was trapped. My body taut and exposed and open to him. I felt alive, and exhilarated, and desperate all at once.

“Relax, Helen. This is going to take a while.” I heard a plug switch and then there was buzzing. I moaned the second he pressed the wand to my clit, and he smiled. “You look amazing like this.”

I felt amazing like that.

The buzz of the wand sent my clit into squirms and flutters that were outside of my control. His movements were slow and firm, grinding the hard tip of the massager against the softness of me. Back and forth, pressing it tight, rolling it around and around until I groaned and bucked and toppled over the edge.

The orgasm was quick and intense, and I breathed in little gasps as he gave me a moment to recover. I startled at the realisation it was literally just a moment.

“Again…” he said.

My body was jumpy and wired, but he pressed that wand against my throbbing clit and made me take it all over again. The sensations built up so quickly – from squirmy to needy to desperation.

“Beautiful,” he said.

“I can’t… It’s… It’s…”

“I know,” he said. “It’s intense…”

“I’m going…”

“Let it go, Helen,” he said. “Just let it go.”

I was noisy on the second orgasm and I couldn’t help it. It ripped through my senses like a firework, rattling and spluttering and hissing its way around my body until I was yanking at my chains and flailing against the rope. Nothing budged. Nothing moved.