I like to tie Derek up. There is something about holding the power that makes me wet. When I say wet, I mean wet. I mean dripping down my pant leg, wet. So Derek, being the great guy he is, has faked sickness. See, the family has some dinner and party to go to. I quite honestly don't even know what it was because I wasn't listening. I do remember that it was somewhere where I didn't want to go. Either way, I made up fake plans and Derek faked illness. All so we could get where we are now. And now it is good. So good.
"What are you going to do to me?" Derek asked as he laid back on the bed with nothing but a smile on his face. Nothing is sexier than a man with nothing else, just a smile. Just a smile and a rock hard cock pointing towards the sky.
"What do you think I am going to do to you?" I ask as I walk towards him. See, I am fully clothed. He is completely naked. It is so good. "Tell me what you think I am going to do?"
"I am hoping that you will fuck the shit out of me." He says with an exuberant nod as I look into his eyes. My hands are behind my back. Never trust a woman who has her hands behind her back. Never.
"Well, I don't think I have the correct parts to fuck the shit out of you." I tell him with a light-hearted giggle. "But I have something even better. Why don't you close your eyes?" I ask with a final smile before his lids close.
"What are you doing?" He asks as he smiles. The boy wouldn't be smiling if he knew just what I was up to. He would be running. The boy would be running so far and fast. His cock would be sore from slapping his legs. He sure as hell wouldn't be hard.
"You'll see. Just- Keep your eyes closed and don't move. No matter what, stay just the way you are.." I tell him as I sneak up to the side of the bed with my rope. I take the big knife out of my pocket and cut a large piece. I slide it around his wrist.
"What the hell?" Derek asks as he looks up, opening his eyes. "Oh... You are going to tie me up." He says with a laugh as he looks at me. By the look on his face, I'm sure it has been done before. But it hasn't been done by me.
"I am. Now close your eyes." I tell him with an evil smirk. If he knew me, he wouldn't be so trusting. He would not be leaving me alone with his cock and no protection. And I don't mean a condom. "Close you eyes until I tell you to open them."
See, most women would cover his eyes. No. I want to see the look in them. I want him to see every painful move as it comes. I can't wait. My veins are pumping madly as I think about what I am going to do to him. No one should get off on inflicting pain. They shouldn't, but I do. I love it. I love it too much. It's probably not natural. I smirk as I tie his limbs up. I tie them tight. There is no escaping this. I have him and he is stuck.
I quickly peel off my jeans and toss them to the side. Derek still has his eyes closed. He is such a good boy. I peel my shirt off and throw it over with my jeans. I made sure I wore my sexiest push-up demi bra. Matching panties. Black. Lacy. It is hot. And when Derek sees it, I am hoping to get a reaction out of him. Not that he can give me much more of a reaction than he already has.
"Okay." I say with a smile as I walk towards him. I will elicit pain. I will make him cry. I love to make him cry. I love to make any man cry.
"Wow." Derek moans as he looks up at me. I am getting a reaction. I smile as I see the pre-cum glistening on his red velvety head. I want to suck it. I want to run my tongue over it and taste his sweet essence. I want to know what it is like. I have never tasted, but I would love to. But I can tell you this... I am not. I am not tasting his little poison juice. I want to live to see tomorrow. I'm not drinking his siph, no way. The funny thing is, if I really thought he had syphilis, I wouldn't be fucking him at all. Alas, I am. So I do not believe he is diseased. "You are... Wow..."
"What do you want, Derek?" I ask with a giggle as I look at him. I want him to beg me. I like it when men beg. In fact, I thrive on it.
"Come ride me, Mer. Take me for a ride..." He suggests as he looked up as me and smirks. I walk over and climb on the bed. I have to play with it. I just have to. I look at his cock and smile. I quickly and gently bat at it, watching it bounce. "Oh that is not nice." He says as I bat at it like a cat with a toy. This is the most fun. If you have never tried it, you really should consider it. It is great bouncy fun. "Don't tease... Teasing is not nice." He warns, not that he can do a thing about it.
"But it so fun. I tell him and I kneel before his large manhood and massage his balls. I love the way they feel, so firm in my hand. They feel perfect in my hand. I can't help but play with them, tickling them gently. His course hair scratching my hands. I look at him and smile. He is enjoying it too much. I grab a pubic hair and tug it.
"Fuck!" Derek squeals as he feels the pain shot through his body. I just pulled a pub out of his ball-sack. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it hurt. "Don't do that!" He begs as he watches me teasing him, getting ready to pull again. I yank another one and smile evilly. "Mother-fucker!" He screams as he thrashes.
"And you think that is bad..." I laugh as I lift up the nipple clamps. Derek looks at me and swallows hard.
"No, Mer... Please... No." Derek begs as he closes his eyes and winces. All in good fun.
"Oh Derek! Don't be a baby!" I tease happily. It is strange that I am happy, but I am, nonetheless. I am a bit of a power monger. I like to be the boss. I like to be in charge. Right now, I am in charge big time.
"Fuck... It's going to fucking hurt! You don't need to do this shit. Come on... Let's just fuck. We can just fuck..." He pleads as he looks at me. See, I told you. Eyes wide open is the way to go. That blindfold stuff is for babies. He can see me coming, and it is great. I am watching a highway of emotions in his eyes. It runs like a movie.
"Calm down." I tell him with a smile as I kneel beside him. I set the clamps down on his abdomen, eliciting a small sigh from him. He thinks I have submitted. I will let him think that for the time being.
I look into those deep blues eyes of his and give him a smirk. He most likely thinks it is peaceful. It it more of a just-wait-I-will-get-you-later, smirk. I lean over him and trail my tongue across his flesh. It's not sweet or salty. It's just flesh. Just plain flesh. I hear his breathing get deeper. He is relaxing, and not panting as he was before. I trail my tongue up his chest and swirl it around one of his tiny nipples. I love nipples. I love to suck them, and I love to play with them. I swirl my tongue around and around, letting out moans of pleasure. His nipples are like little diamonds scraping my tongue. I can feel that Derek is completely relaxed now, and that means it is time to strike.
Derek doesn't seem to notice that I have removed a nipple clamp from his abdomen. He is too wrapped up on my tongue lapping his flesh. I am sweeting the spot to make up for the sour finish that he will soon be getting. I take one last suck, making a loud smacking noise before I pull away. I quickly open the clamp and trail it over. I giggle comes from my lips as I place it on him.
"Mother fucker!" He screams. Now when I say scream, he is screaming. Thank god no one is home. They could be thinking I am killing this man. "What the fuck!" He screams as he thrashes. Damn, it really must hurt. It feels good to me. I grab the other one and slowly place it on. Derek cries out as he looks down at himself. His cock isn't so risen now. I think it gave up on the possibility of action.
"Calm down." I say with a smile as I lick his abdomen. "Just feel it..." I moan as I draw in breaths and trail my tongue over his navel and down his treasure trail of fine hair leading it's way to my own pot of gold.
"I fucking feel it! Do you know what it feels like? It feels like fucking pain! Have you lost your fucking mind?" He screams as he glares at me. My eyes only darken as I continue down, doing my job.
"Feel it in your cock, Derek. Take a deep breath... And feel it in your cock." I tell him as I run my tongue dangerously close to his manhood. I hate this jungle. I should not have to make my way through the jungle to find the big tree. I have to admit, I am not fond of the mossy boulders either. I'm a bit concerned about a hair-ball. That will be something I will concern myself with later. That is an issue for a later date. "Feel it?" I ask as I look into his eyes.
"I feel fucking pain." He tells me as he bores holes into my head. "I feel mother fucking pain. And after this bullshit, you better give me one massive blow job." He tells me with a nod. Him saying that tells me he is relaxing. If he was in severe pain, he would be telling me he was in severe pain. "Oh god..." He gasps.
You bet your ass he is gasping. At the moment, my tongue is lapping his hairy balls. If I wasn't so fucking horny, I wouldn't even be down here. There is something about his hard cock that makes me want to taste it. If he shot a sticky creamy load into my throat, I think I would gladly drink it down like a sweet cream. I gently suck on his large balls, letting my tongue work with the suction. My hand grasps the base of his cock and squeezes just enough to intensify what I am doing.
"Oh yeah, baby... That is it." He tells me with a smile. I can see the pleasure in his eyes. He is enjoying it. I know the nipple clamps only intensify what he is feeling. I give one good long lick right up his shaft before I abandon my post and look at him. "What the hell... Get back to work!" He spits as he thrusts his cock up at me. I shake my head. Way to piss me off. I do this for fun, not for work.
"It's coming..." I tell him with a smile as I run my finger up his chest, swirling it around. I stick my finger in my mouth and trail the wet finger along. "It is coming..." I tell him again as I put my hand on the clamp. I release his painful nipple and quickly put my tongue on it. It was just damaged and deserves some relief. I lick it happily before I release and snap the clamp on again.
"Fuck!" He yells as he thrashes once again. I do it to the other nipple, laughing all the way. I look down at his painful body. I should give him some pleasure. I lean over and grab a condom out of the drawer. Derek closes his eyes as I rip it open and roll it on. I have a sneaking suspicion that he does not trust me. For good reason, I suppose. I look at his iron rod and smile. My mouth is watering for that cock.
"You don't trust me." I say with a smile as I run my tongue over him. He remains silent. He is fearful. He is reserved. He is afraid to show pleasure because I may take it away and give him pain.
I cover the head of his penis, enveloping it in my warm mouth. I love the way it feels. Hard and thick. I hate the taste of the latex, but I must protect myself. You never know, and I am not a risk-taker. I run my tongue over his head, swirling it around and around as I suck gently. My hand goes to work on his balls, massaging them. Their firmness only turns me on. This is what a real man should be like. This is the epitome of the perfect man, his cock so long and thick, his balls round and firm. If the future of our world laid on Derek Shepherd, I have no fear that he could save it. I suck hard as I bob my head, taking in more and more. There is no way I can take it all in from his angle. He is not in the position to fuck my throat, so he will have to deal with what I give him.
Derek lets out moans and mews as I get myself in the angle to take in a touch more. I tease his balls with my long fingers and suck on his glorious dong. He was more than ready to begin with and now he is ready to explode. I feel his begin to pulsate in my mouth. Like a strong heartbeat, his main vein is pumping blood only causing his cock to grow wider and wider, stretching my lips taunt as my only saliva pours from my lips. I suck a little harder, feeling Derek instinctively thrust his hips upward into my mouth. I let out my own moans and I feel my own wetness seeping through my black panties making a remarkably sized wet spot in the middle. As I go along, I feel the tension growing.
"Oh god... Fuck, Mer!" He yells as he thrusts harder and faster into my tight lips. I let out panting moans and gasps as I try to breathe. Derek grunts several times before he does one final thrust, releasing himself into pleasure. I feel the hot spurts filling the condom as I rest my mouth on it, feeling the power of his manhood. "Oh thank you... Fuck... That was amazing. You have a wonderful cock sucking mouth." He moans as he lays his head back and closes his eyes. I smile. That was just the beginning. In just a little while, he will be crying again. Crying in pleasure, crying in pain.
I smile as I watch him lay there, coming down from his high. Soon enough, he will be getting it good. Soon enough, I will be making him scream again. I know that he is enjoying himself right now. At the moment, he is basking in the euphoria that is his intense orgasm gave him. I'm wet, and I am ready, but I still need to give him some more torture before I can go on. I need to tease him just a bit more.
"Damn, Mer... That was rough, but I think it was worth it." He tells me with a laugh as he looks at me. "That was the best blow job I have ever had." He moans as he lays there and closes his eyes. "So... How about you untie me and you let me have a round?" He asks with a grin.
I love his enthusiasm. I think he actually believes that I am going to let him have his way. I love that he is up for anything, even when it could cause him pain. He could have overtaken me if he wanted to, but he chose not to. Maybe because whoever tied him up before had been gentle. He has decided to me a good submissive and lay there for me. A smile crosses my face as I stand at the foot of the bed. He really thinks I will let him have control. He thinks I will let him take over. I will never let him take over. Not ever.
"That doesn't sound like much fun to me." I pout as I bend down and grab my riding crop. I stand at the foot of the bed in my black lace demi bra and matching panties. The swell of my breasts is rising and falling with every breath. I run my tongue over my plump lips and and run the smooth leather down my leg. As I trace my thigh, I give myself a good hard smack on the leg. I feel the immediate sting on my flesh as my nerve endings feel the pain that has licked them. "I think what we are doing is so much more fun than that."
"Oh god, Mer... Not again." Derek gasps as he tries to put his legs together to protect himself. Life that will help. Parts of him stick up and I can easily grab them no matter how hard he tries to protect himself.
"Calm down, Derek... I'm not going to grab your dick." I tell him with a giggle as I look down. "I may give it a good hard smack..." I joke as I run my fingers over his shaft, teasing gently. I run the leather from his ample balls to his head, swirling around his sensitive tip.
"If you do that... We are done. If you hit my cock with that thing, you will not live to see tomorrow." He says frankly. I think he is serious. He looks serious. Honestly, I would never strike his poor cock with the crop. Not yet. That would be something I would do if he really deserved torture.
"Relax... I am not going to hit your cock with the hip." I tell him as I shimmy up his hard body and straddle his thighs. "I wouldn't do that. Not unless you pissed me off." I tell him with a frank nod as I look into his eyes.
"I don't trust you." He breathed as he closed his eyes and drew in his abdomen. The feeling of the cold leather is getting to him. Not so much the touch itself, but the knowledge of what it truly means and holds.
"Then maybe I shouldn't even try to gain your trust..." I muse as I run the crop around his balls. He winces, and I am fairly certain he has no idea what to say. No matter what he says, it won't change me.
"No! No... I mean... Just do what it is you came to do." He finally breathes passively.
I now have him where I want him. I lean forward, feeling his cock on my belly. I love the feeling of his cock on my belly. I love the feeling of his cock, period. I gently kiss his chest, swirling my tongue around aimlessly. I gently nudge the nipple clamps with my face, feeling him draw in a breath and moan in pain. I decide to be merciful and release him from his pain. I gently pull the slip off and toss it to the side. His nipple is red and swollen. I run my tongue over it, trying to soothe it gently. I follow the same procedure with the next, tasting the metal clamp on his flesh and possibly a tinge of blood.
"You poor thing." I tell him with a smile as I lick gently. A smile grows on Derek's face but quickly fades. He has learned that he can't show me. When he shows me, I give him the alternative. I have conditioned him to be this way. In such a short time I have molded him. "You have been good... So good."
"I have... I've been good." He tells me with an exuberant nod as he looks over my body. He is wanting a taste. I scoot my ass up and rest on his cock. He is in a semi-flaccid state, most likely because he was afraid to let it rise. "Oh god yeah..." He moans as I rub my panty-clad pussy against his cock, feeling it quickly rise.
"That is not being a good boy." I tease, knowing he can't stop himself. It is a natural reaction, and yet, I want to get him for it. "Too bad I can't... You want it so badly..."
"Just fuck me... Quit being a bitch and just fuck me!" He spits nastily. It's quite obvious that Derek hates me teasing him. Normally I would get bad, but it is deserved.
"A bitch, huh?" I say as I run the crop along his chest. "A bitch?" I ask again as the leather runs down his chiseled chest. "A bitch?" I ask as i raise the crop up and sting his flesh with my whip. "Who is the bitch now?" I ask as I look down at the generous sized welt on his chest. "I a not a bitch!" I shout as I raise it again, stinging his flesh. "Do you hear me?"
"I'm sorry! You're not! I'm sorry!" Derek cries out as he looks up at me. "I'm sorry. You are the boss. You are not a bitch. I'm sorry!" He begs as he looks into my eyes. I gently trace the crop along him and look down at his red marks.
"Are you going to be a good boy?" I ask as I rock my hips and grind my wet pussy against him. He lets out moans as he feels the sensations coming over him. It is so close and far at at once. Just a tiny bit of fabric keeping us apart.
"I will be whatever you want me to be." He moans me as he looks up. I quickly take a bite of his little nipple, my teeth squeezing it tightly. I can feel him wince and attempt to pull away. "I'll make you cum! I will!" He tells me quickly.
"That is ahhh..." I moan with a nod as I look down at him. He smiles, grateful that I am not inflicting pain on him once again. "Will you do it again? Are you going to be bad again?" I ask him. A loaded question. I scoot back onto his thighs and look down at his cock. He looks at his cock and looks at me. I take his balls in my firm grasp and smile and evil smile. I love how plump and firm they are, but I am not pond of the moss. Not at all.
"Only if you want me to." He says smugly. "I am what you want me to be. I do what you want me to." He knows just what to say. That is to my satisfaction. I want it as badly as he does. I quickly trace his large vein and rub my thumb around the head of his penis. I smear the pre-cum around. He has pre-came over and over and I have not let him complete the job. I lean over and grab a condom off of the table. I tear it open and peel it out. He watches intently as I roll it on.
"Do you really want this?" I ask as I look into his eyes.
"I deserve whatever punishment you want to give." He says with a nod, his cock begging, my pussy dripping. "You are my boss."
"Then fuck me, Derek! Fuck me hard!" I say frankly as I look at him. "I will fuck you, but you have to fuck me.." I tell him as I hover above him. Derek musters up the strength to pull himself slightly off the bed.
I slowly sink as he moves up. I feel his thick cock fill my void. I spread my thighs farther, making room for him. I lay my legs on the sides of his. I rock forward and backward on him, loving the way he feels. I wish he wasn't so damn big. I can't take it all in and I hate it. I close my eyes and throw my head back feeling him spreading my walls. I let out a whimper as I feel his huge member pressing against my cervix. This is my pain. My torture.
"How do you like that?" He asks as he thrusts upward into me, causing me pain. He can only get his ass off the matters by a few inches, but he is making it work.
"Oh god..." I spit, feeling the pain ripping through my body. "Oh god... Right there!" I shout more to myself than him as I grind my pussy against his cock staying up just far enough. I rock round and round on his big dong, thankful it is mine. I can't go fast enough to suit myself. I am sweating and shaking as my body becomes fatigued.
"Oh come on! Come on..." I beg as I fuck him frantically, ready to feel him release. I need that release. I am chasing the endorphins. "Oh god, oh god!" I cry out as I bounce over and over again. I clench my jaw and squeeze my inner muscles, stimulating him. I hear him let out a loud groan at the added tightness. I am holding my breath. Forever chasing it. I don't want to miss it.
"You are a bad little girl. And after this... I am... Fuck!" He spits as he feels himself ready to cum. I can tell by the clenched jaw and red face that he is ready to blow. "You are getting it!" He warns as I started pumping harder and harder, letting out quiet moans. I am shaking and mewing in ultimate satisfaction.
"Oh god... Oh god! Thank you! Right... Keep that up!" I beg as I continue my same motion. I feel myself on the edge. One more rock and I am there. The pleasure is there as it hits. "Oh god... There... Oh my... Oh my... Oh...GOD!" I cry out as my walls contract violently and my vagina and uterus follow suit. My cum releases and floods his cock, slipping down onto his balls. I am juiced and pulsating as the sweat runs down my back. I have worked so hard.
"Oh god, Mer... Fuck yes!" He spits as he shoots his seeds into the condom. I sit aboard his iron stick and look down at him. His eyes are glazed over. So are mine. It was good. So good. But it is never over. Now I must let him stew.
"I uh... Need a drink." I tell him as he climb off of him. He looks at me in shock as I slide a tee shirt over my head.
"Where are you going?" He yells as I walk out the door. I can't help but smile.
"Getting a drink." I tell him as I go up the stairs. I am barely able to make it up the stairs. I am dying, I am fatigued. I am shaky and weak.
bI haven't left here yet, but I'm trying
I'm still tied to the bed, can you come here?
When you come would you please bring a knife
cause she is larger than life and I'm frightened./b
"Mer! Mer... You need to untie me!" He yells loudly. "Mer... Can you hear me? Meredith Grey? You can't- Come down here and untie me. Please!" He cries out loudly in desperation. Untie him? Yeah right...
b100 things you should have done in bed
but you never had the chance to try them.
100 things you should have done in bed
but you never had the chance to try them./b
"Meredith! I'm not kidding. I need out of here. the ropes... They hurt. Please, let me out. Quit fucking around. This isn't funny... PLEASE?" He begs. I hear him as I take a sip of my water. His voice is weak. He is dying. The poor boy.
bAt least the dog has a smile on its face
I'm drained and I'm dry an' I'm sore, it's not that bad.
She could be here all the time, it would kill me.
I think I've been broken in two and I can't scream./b
"Please..." I can imagine him whimpering. Like I said... Poor boy.
100 things you should have done in bed
but you never had the chance to try them.
100 things you should have done in bed
but you never had the chance to try them./b