"Fitz!"

Olivia could barely rasp out his name as he consistently pounded into her. One hand was wrapped around her throat to keep her from running. Fitz knew from experience that she had a tendency to try and crawl up the walls.

He alternated his pace from hammering into her walls and the next minute crawling in and out at a snails pace, toying with her orgasm.

She was so fucking close, if he hit her g-spot one more time she was going to erupt like Niagara falls, squirting everywhere. They had already gone through five sheets this week alone.

Sensing that she was close he swiveled his hips as he sucked on her neck. He was so close to exploding but not until she came twice; he wanted to feel her walls squeeze the life out of his dick like he stole something.

Ever since the first time they made love it seemed to get more and more intense. Each time they spiced it up, adding gages and whips and sometimes edible underwear.

Tonight though they were going with the basics.

The minute she walked in the door he was on her. He roughly yanked her into his arms and pushed her against the wall.

"Well hello to you too Fitz!," she giggled. He merely grunted, too focused on getting her out of her suit so he could fuck the shit out of her. He had missed the warmth of her and couldn't wait to be inside where he belonged.

Hastily, he ripped her shirt off and tossed it on the floor and immediately began ripping her pants; the man was on a mission. Seeing that he meant business, she took off her panties and bra and pushed him on the floor.

Smirking at him she told him, "I'm in control now!"

She told him to strip as she reached for the handcuffs she left on the couch this morning. When he was in his birthday suit she told him to get on the chair and she handcuffed his hands behind his back so he couldn't touch her; tonight he would see how she felt when he tortured her. She walked back to the door to retrieve her heel and put them on.

Afterwards she stopped an inch in front of him and began kissing just to the left of his lips and she moved away whenever he tried to turn his head to meet her lips.

Eventually she made her way down his chest stopping just above his navel.

His dick shot up like a rocket and hit her chin. She laughed as she blew lightly on it and watched him shiver. Slowly she licked the tip until precum started to leak out and she used her thumb to spread it around the head of his cock. He groaned in the back of his throat.

She then got on all fours and slowly licked from the base of his shaft to the head, stopping occasionally to pepper kisses along the sides.

His toes were starting to tingle but he couldn't force any words pass his lips as he was enjoying the moment way too much to form a coherent thought. When she took his tip in her mouth and twirled her tongue around, he arched his hips upwards trying to go all the way in.

She jumped back, cursing, " damn fitz! Are you trying to remove a bitch's tonsils?! Let me finish what I was doing; sit your ass down and be a good boy!"

She'd never been that aggressive with him so he immediately sat down in shock. She began to suck lightly as she took him deeper and deeper. When she felt him in the back of her throat she began to hum, sending vibrations up and down his cock. No more than a minute later he was shooting off into her throat and she swallowed it and kept right on going. She wanted to make him cum as many times as she did.

After the third time she released him from her mouth and he slumped forward, spent and tired.

When she stood up she propped one leg on the coffee table and began to run her finger up and down her slit, causing her juices to flow. His eyes immediately zoned in and his taste buds were dying to feel her nectar flow down his throat, quenching his thirst. He watched as she slowly parted her pussy lips and began to draw light circles around her clit, causing her stomach to flutter and jump. The lust turned his eyes a dark grey like storm clouds and that sight was enough to make her whimper knowing it was all for her.

Before she could drop her leg he was leaning forward trying to smell her sweet morning dew and hopefully get a lick or two in. Once she realized his into she dropped her leg and moved to hover over his lap. If it weren't for his hands being handcuffed behind his back he would've grabbed her hips tight, leaving bruises, as he jack-hammered his was into her pussy. He wanted to be so deep her walls would fossilize every vein on his cock.

She still stood there hovering, wondering if she could make him beg for it. If she weren't hornier than a dog in heat she would've waited him out but if he didn't fuck her now she'd go hump the mailbox outside in broad daylight!

Instead of taking him inside she rubbed her heat up and down his length, slowly at first but she increased her speed as his moans got louder; talk about the neighbors knowing your name.

She wanted him to be a full participant when he was inside of her so she stopped briefly to remove his handcuffs. As soon as one hand was free he smacked her on her ass and she almost fell off his lap. He quickly repositioned her on his lap and began smacking one ass cheek and then the other until she was red and screaming his name.

Growling, he said, "Don't you EVER deny me MY pussy. Do you hear me? This shit is MINE and I WILL have it when I damn well please"

She whimpered, "Yes daddy"

With a smirk he lifted her onto his shoulder, one hand still in cuffs. When he got her to the bedroom he threw her on the bed and she nearly bounced off the other side she was so tiny. He quickly followed her onto the bed and began grinding himself on her, stopping when she started to grind against him. It was his turn to have fun …

They had been going at it for hours, both determined to outlast one another. Olivia just wanted to cum already so she began to clench her muscles knowing it would make every hair on Fitz's body rise as he tried to control himself. Suddenly she stopped and counted to three then started again, catching him off guard.

Before he knew it he was coming hard and fast and Olivia followed him over the edge. Sweat was dripping down his muscled chest making the hair there curl up. Olivia ran her hands over his chest before she licked both nipples. He collapsed on top of her from the intensity of the pleasure.

Switching positions she pushed down and moved to sit on his face. "Don't you EVER try to dominate me again! You don't own me, you don't control me. I don't belong to you!" she said as she lowered herself onto his mouth. With a smirk he said, "You wanna bet?"

Every word he spoke caused his breath to blow across her clit and his lips grazed it though barely. The sensation caused her to throw her head back in pleasure, tugging on her bottom lip. She'd never tell him but she was his to own, his sex slave, whatever he wanted her to be.

Slowly he licked up and down, then he swirled his tongue around very slowly. She began to grind on his tongue urging him to stop teasing her and go faster. He finally obliged, itching to taste her on his tongue since she denied him the pleasure before. He had been a good boy before, now it was time to be rewarded with dessert.

Before she knew it she was coming for the 10th time that night. It had always amazed her that Fitz's could turn her into a nympho so quickly. Never before did she think of herself as the type to craze sex all the time. She wanted him when she least expected it: at a stop light, while she was shopping, and even while she was getting pedicures with her mom.

He was a part of her ever since that night while at Harvard she went out to celebrate passing her midterms and she saw him in the club. She sensed him before she ever laid eyes on him. They connected on an elemental level and when they turned and looked at each other, they were immediately enamored of one another.

But that was 2 years ago…