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Congratulations, you were bound to fuck up eventually. 

And now you were getting what you deserved.

Unable to move because of the ropes, to see because of the blindfold, to speak because of your panties, to hear because of the heartbeat in your head. Only able to- No. Forced to feel.

It was innocent, really. She was just a friend you helped out with her store and she offered to buy you a drink to return the favor. But Sevika didn't take it well. 

You two were enjoying a well deserved drink at The Last Drop, sitting in your usual booth, when you spotted your friend and went over for a quick chat. Then she bought you a drink, caught you up with her news, stroked your arm and thanked you for your help, hugged you tightly for goodbye, squeezed your hand, gave you a compliment, you laughed and went on your way back to Sevika.

And only then you caught the look on her face. You could feel her burning a hole through you. That wasn't good. You hurried your step towards her until you reached the booth and sat beside her.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

She only looked angrily at you before she averted her gaze to the bar. You followed her eyes to the object that caught her wrath. To your good friend. Oh no.

"I just helped her out at her store, she's the mechanic I told you about. She wanted to thank me." you tried hurriedly to explain.

"Really? And in what capacity she wanted to thank you?" She returned her eyes to look at you and you shivered at their intensity.

"Sevika, please, it's really nothing."

"And she must be really funny, too."

You held your breath, not wanting to say anything about the compliment, lest you provoke her further.

"I think we should go home." She told you, and you saw her face getting closer to yours.

"It's been a while since I reminded you who you belong to." She whispered in your ear.

A loud exhale left your lips at her hushed tone. You knew what you got yourself into. A feeling of excitement rushed through you, but you knew that entailed a sort of excruciating punishment on her part.

Well, you must have messed up more than you thought. 

You've never been in the predicament you are in now.

Trembling and nowhere to run to escape her onslaught.

She was silent all the way to your home, and as soon as you crossed the doorway, she turned around to lock the door and gave you just one order.

"Go to the bedroom and strip."

You obeyed and tried to take in a steady breath to calm your nerves as you made your way to your bedroom. As soon as you got naked you stayed put in the spot in the middle of the room with your eyes glued to the door, expectantly looking, heartbeat increasing with each passing second. For a minute you thought that this was your punishment, that she had gone and forgot about you, but that was too easy. Her punishments were more sinister than that. You knew.

You heard her before you saw her, her booted footsteps echoing down the hall and coming your way. And then she went through your bedroom door. Still dressed. Still looking angry. A fairly long rope hanging from her hand, considering the many loops it was forming.

"On the bed." She commanded again.

She followed you as you made your way wordlessly to lay on the bed. You refrained from completely laying down, instead your elbows behind you supported your weight, as she towered over you at the side of the bed, looking between you and the headboard, thinking. You wondered for a moment what could be going on in her mind, but probably you'll find out soon enough, for better of for worse.

Then she got to work.

She secured a piece of the rope around the bedpost behind you, before she opened a palm towards you expectantly and you offered her your hand. She immediately began tying you to the bed, rope going taut. She forewent the silk padding this time. Fuck. She was pretty mad. She repeated the process with your other hand on the other side of the bed. You gave an experimental tug but nothing budged and the feeling of excitement overwhelmed you again.

"Spread 'em."

That was your only warning, before rough hands forced your thighs apart and two fingers glided harshly through your folds, gathering the slick that was undoubtedly there, and a loud gasp left your mouth at the sudden groping.

"She got you this wet from just a hug, huh?" She spat while holding her fingers up for both of you to see them glistening with arousal.

"No, baby, please, it's not..."

"Silence." 

She cut you off, as she wiped her fingers on your spread thigh and went to the middle of the room, bent down to pick up something and returned to you. She pushed a cloth to your mouth, forcing you to open up and pretty quickly you understood that it was your discarded panties. You could taste yourself. Maybe your walk home wasn't accompanied by your purest thoughts.

"That would shut you up. I don't need pathetic excuses from you."

She picked another piece of the rope to continue with her work. This time she secured it at the side of the bed and grabbed your leg to wrap the other end of the rope around your knee, and pulled the rope taut until your knee was bend, thigh open and flat on the mattress. For a moment you thought that she would get up to go around for the other leg, but she fished out another piece of rope and this time she secured it around your ankle and to the same side of the bed, to keep it in placed, denying you more freedom. Then she got up to repeat the same process with your other leg. After she finished her task you gave another tug to test the ropes holding your knees and ankles down. Another failed attempt for movement. Fuck. You felt so open and exposed, and your heartbeat was skyrocketing.

You tried to see how much movement you were allowed. Your shoulders and hips were free to twist a bit and your back could arch a little and lift off the mattress. Okay, you could work with that to alleviate a bit of stress off your muscles.

"No, we can't have that."

Her threatening voice cut through the air, but when you turned your head at her direction you caught a smirk at her lips. That made it worse somehow. She picked the rope again and secured two pieces at one side of the bed and tossed them over your torso. Fucking hell. She rounded the bed and pulled the one piece tightly over your lower stomach, below your belly button and she began to secure the other just below your chest, over your ribs, until she stilled herself. She hummed and moved the rope over your chest, over your nipples. You released a muffled gasp at the rough texture over your sensitive dark buds as she pulled the rope a little tighter this time.

"This seems enough... for now."

Damn, her voice. You closed your eyes and exhaled to calm yourself. You were definitely dripping by this time.

A noise caught your attention, and you opened your eyes to inspect, only to find Sevika undressing with no care in the world, her side to you, standing in the middle of the room. She made her way to your dresser and opened the first drawer. Fuck, it was her strap drawer. She pulled out her harness and a black rippled dildo. You don't think she used it on you yet. It just appeared one day in the drawer. Curiosity got the better of you and tried to muffle a question.

"What was that?"

"Ah this?"

"You'll see."

"Or..."

"I don't think you deserved to look at me tonight."

She opened the second drawer, picked a blindfold and walked over to you, with the harness strapped around her and the black dildo in her other hand. A naked goddess before you, and you could only look at her, captivated. Until she put the blindfold over your eyes. You tried a muffled protest and a shake of your head but that only earned you a hard smack on the inside of your spread thigh. You shook at the pain and your nipples burned as the rope slightly moved over them. But that was enough to add to your muffled squeal.

"You don't get to make demands after the shit you pulled at the bar."

You tried to still yourself, lest to get overstimulated by the rope on your chest. A few seconds passed before you felt the mattress shift and a heavy weight settling between your legs. Your spread, open legs, between your exposed, wet, throbbing pussy. You felt metal and flesh hands pushing down on your thighs and stroking them, checking the ropes, gripping them hard, and then a warm finger, roughly tracing between your folds, spreading them. The warm sensation glided down towards your entrance circling and collecting the moisture that had gathered there, before gliding upwards all the way to your clit and pushing down. Hard. She kept the pressure there and your legs quivered, tied in placed, to no end.

"Look at you. The bitch got you wet enough for my cock."

No. It's you. Only you. I'm only wet for you.

"But, I don't think I'll give it to you."

Please, I need only you.

"But, maybe I can get you wetter. Make you forget all about her. That'll teach you letting others touch you."

Only you...

Suddenly the pressure disappeared, only to return at your entrance, as two thick warm fingers forced their way inside you. You tried to move your hips at the intrusion, but the rope held you in place and metal fingers dug in your hip. You shuddered at the pain and the pleasure that consumed you as she curled her fingers without giving you any time to recover and you muffled a scream.

"You're so tight. Do you think her dick is enough for you? Do you think she can fill you like I do?"

Just as they came, her fingers left, the pressure disappearing once again and you exhaled in relief and disappointment. And then you felt what could only be her strap at your entrance, just resting there, with you unable to move. Move towards it or away from it, you weren't sure. Another shift of the mattress. This time on either side of your chest and you felt a presence above you, before soft breasts, perked nipples and hardened stomach lit a fire where they touched your skin, then a breath tickling your cheek, a soft kiss and a whispered voice much different from before.

"Snap for me, beautiful."

The fog of your brain cleared, and your attention went to your hands, fingers clenched in tight fists unbeknownst to you. You relaxed your hands, let them hung as you took in a breath, steadying yourself, and felt another calm breath on your cheek, Sevika patiently waiting for you.

One snap. All good.

As soon as you snapped your fingers, you heard an amused hum above you and felt pressure between your legs as the strap began sliding inside you. Fuck. She kept going. Fuck, fuck! Was she going to slide all the way in one thrust? Fuck, apparently she was. And you couldn't do anything but just stay there and take it. You instinctively arched your back, trying to push up at her, but the rope rubbed on your nipples, adding to the forced stimulation she was providing.

You were bombarded from everywhere. The stretch of your pussy, the friction on your breasts, the presence above you, Sevika's breath hitting your face, her skin burning yours. You trembled in place, hands back in tight fists, eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold, teeth biting hard on the panties in your mouth, a reverberate from your throat.

"Seems to me that you know that you deserve this."

"That you deserve your punishment."

"And maybe, if you learn your lesson, you get to come."

The sadist. Always had something to say and torment you while bottomed out inside your pussy.

She adjusted above you. You could no longer feel her breath on your face or her body against yours, but she didn't move. Her hands still on either side of you. She stayed over you, probably watching you lay there helpless, fueling her power trip with smirk on her face. The next moment the mattress shifted, and you felt a hand splayed on your stomach and moving up towards your breasts. The hand made its way to the rope on your chest and pulled it down, inevitably rubbing it on your nipples, and let it rest just under your breasts, over your ribs, where she first intended to put it. A relieved breath left your nose, only to be replaced by a sense of dread of what was her next step, which in turn made your walls flutter and clench around her strap.

You were right to be afraid, as sharp teeth wrapped around your overstimulated nipple and bit down, making you whimper. The changed position of the rope allowed you to move your upper torso, so you tried to pull away, but her teeth only clamped down harder, forcing you to still your movements, since that was the only way for the stimulation to pass. She only ever left you with impasses. You should know better before you tried and pulled away. So you forced yourself to calm down and accept the force of her bite.

"Well at least you know how to behave." She teased as she released your nipple and soothed it with a stroke of her tongue.

She moved to deliver a bite to your other breast and you being a good girl lay there and took it, letting her have her fill however she liked. You heard a pleased hum above you, after another stroke of her tongue to your bitten nipple. The pleasure made you once again clench around her strap that was momentarily forgotten due to her onslaught on your breasts. 

"Do you think she could make you behave like I do?" She whispered, her breath cooling your wet nipple.

"I think she is weak."

"Wouldn't even fuck you right."

Only you... 

You tried a muffle, and a deep breath without the fear of the rope rubbing over your nipples.

"Maybe you forgot how a good fuck feels."

"Maybe I should remind you."

"But you need to be punished first."

In the span of two seconds she pulled out abruptly only to ram back inside you in a powerful thrust, making you scream through your panties and tears to escape your tightly closed eyes. You expected that she would keep going, but she stilled after that one thrust. That was somehow more scary than if she started with a brutal pace.

"I think I now what your punishment will be."

Another powerful thrust. Another futile attempt from you to move. You only clenched at the stretch and moaned a scream.

"Don't forget, I now what you need to come."

Another powerful thrust, before she stilled again and the presence above you disappeared. But never left. The strap was still inside you when you felt hands gripping your thighs, pretty sure she could feel them tremble. A moment passed, as you tried to steady your ragged breaths that her torturous thrusts inflicted. A warm finger returned to your folds, stroking around the strap, pushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting soft moans from you.

"So open for me..."

"And only I get to see it, right?"

"You would never let her see you like this, right?"

"Or else..."

Suddenly, the strap inside you came to life and you jerked. The vibration was constant and the strap stayed still as Sevika remained a rock between your legs, probably seeing your folds moving with the rhythm of the vibrations, a smirk on her face and lust in her eyes. Once again, you tried to close your legs but the ropes held them in place. You where at her mercy, and without a voice to plead for her to allow you your relief. As she said, she knew what you needed to come, and what she was giving you wasn't it. Fuck. It was punishment indeed. Being so close to the edge but never falling over it.

Something clicked and the intensity of the vibrations demanded more of your overstimulated walls and you wailed. To add more to your predicament, the ropes dug further into your skin as you involuntary pulled harder, forcibly reminding you of your helplessness and you whimpered. 

An unexpected turn of events occurred, as you felt the cloth is your mouth being pulled away from you.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Pl.. Please... It's not... enough..." You could only beg and pant between your whimpers and gasps.

"It's not supposed to be enough." You were so wound up and as a reflex you rolled your head back and pressed hard where it was resting on the pillow. It was the only part of your body under your control and you couldn't even control it. So it stayed there, leaving your neck an offer of submission to her.

"I ne-eed to come, p-please!" You felt a hot breath on you neck, a wet tongue licking a path from your throat to your ear and you forgot how to breathe, only to be reminded by the overwhelming stimulation between your legs a second later and you exhaled a gasp.

"Why should you?" You know she doesn't care what you need right now. This is a punishment and you are at her mercy.

Another click. You could hear the buzzing and the squelching of the strap against your wet walls. It was almost enough to feel it at your clit. Almost. You gasped freely now without the gag and heavy ragged breaths kept leaving your open mouth, chest moving up and down. You were feeling like you were about to explode.

"P-Please... So close..." Pain and pleasure consuming you, overstimulation getting the better of you.

"Do you need this?" A hard thrust of her hips, forcing you to move up the bed, despite being tied up.

"Ugh, yes..." You cried a moan.

"Or maybe this?" A firm circle with her thumb on your clit.

"Y-yes, please..." Your body shook with her rough treatment on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"How about this?" A thrust of her hips accompanied her stroking thumb on your clit.

You howled a cry and felt yourself getting closer to the edge. But as soon as she moved, she stilled once again, only the vibration of her strap left in its place deep inside you to keep up with its torture.

"Baby, p-please, let me come..."

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"P-Please... Yours..."

You must've said something right because suddenly everything stopped, the vibrations ceased and you felt it slightly move as she towered over you, both hands once again on either side of you. Her body was touching yours again and you could feel her sweat mingling with yours. Once again you tried to calm yourself, before she removed your blindfold. You blinked up at her, trying to adjust to the change in light, your eyes and cheeks wet by tears. You felt a warm calloused hand on your cheek, a thumb collecting the tears away. You hummed at the movement and closed your eyes.

"Sevika..."

"Did you learn your lesson?"

"P-please..."

"Answer me. Did you learn your lesson?" A hard, demanding grind against your throbbing center and you choked.

"Y-yes... Please..."

"And who do you belong to?"

"You... Only you..."

"Do you think anyone else can fuck you like I do?"

"No, no one... only you... I'm yours, baby, please..."

"Hmm, then I'll take what is mine."

She gave you no warning before sitting up once again, setting the strap on its highest setting and starting a brutal pace pistoning her hips. You howled at the sudden stimulation, at the friction the strap was providing, the maddening spot she was hitting within you and at the vibrations only adding to the sensations. Then metal and flesh hands gripped you hard by the hips to bring you harder against her with every thrust, and also to stop you from moving up the bed because of the force of her movements. You would be lying if you said that her show of strength didn't add to the wetness between your legs.

You began shaking again, trying to pull the ropes to free yourself, to wrap your legs around her waist to pull her in deeper, to circle your arms over her strong shoulders and feel the muscles under your fingers. But you should know better. This was a punishment after all, despite the fact that she was getting you closer to the edge. Sevika wanted you unmoving and you could do nothing about it. The thought of her owning you in such a way made you clench hard around the strap stretching you. 

"P-please... So close... Only yours..."

"That's right, take it and come for me. I want my orgasm, baby." She was panting, her hips keeping up with the speed she set, not even faltering.

You were clenching, panting, moaning, gasping, trembling, unable to thrash, only managing to make the ropes dig further into your skin. You were so close and you both could feel it, see it and hear it. And finally a hard pressure of a thumb on your clit was all it took to push you over, and you crashed. A shiver rippled through you, all over your body, a silent scream left your lungs, your muscles on your stomach clenched, your tied arms and legs pulled harder on the ropes, the waves of pleasure never ending as she fucked you through your orgasm -no, it was hers and you were gladly giving it to her, or letting her take it- prolonging it, milking every bit of it, only turning off the vibrations and slowing down her pistoning when your breaths started to come down.

Her movements stopped and she once again towered over you. Her face close to yours when you finally opened your eyes, when the fog in your mind cleared enough for you to focus. She was looking intently at you, before leaning down to claim your mouth in a bruising kiss, demanding access to your mouth with her tongue, which you obediently granted. You were hers after all. Lost in the kissing and her soft lips you gasped in her mouth when she squeezed a breast and abruptly pulled out of you, chuckling at your reaction. The asshole.

She stood up after a kiss on your cheek, and with her metal hand started cutting away all the ropes and you let your arms and legs collapse on the mattress with a hiss. Glancing at the throbbing redness on your skin you huffed a curse. And then Sevika was once again on you, kissing you softly this time, in contrast with her roughness only a minute ago. She kissed your lips, your cheeks, your closed eyes, she kissed your dried tears, before gathering your hand with her own and kissing at the red bruises there. You hummed at her gentle motions and just lay there and let her do whatever she wanted. She kissed your other hand and wrist, your chest, a few light kisses on your sensitive nipples, on the marks the rope caused on your lower stomach, your knees and ankles, before coming back up to face you.

"You okay, baby?" She took a hand in hers, gave it a gentle kiss and traced her thumb over your knuckles.

"Hmm..."

"So, do you think you will remember what you learned tonight?"

You opened your eyes to see her smirk, mirthful eyes looking back at yours, and you huffed a chuckle.

"Only yours." You whispered with an exhale and closed your eyes again as you lightly squeezed her hand.

"Good girl. Now let me take care of you, beautiful."

She picked you up in her strong arms and carried you to the bathroom, water already filling the tub. You're not even sure when she managed to get the water running. You're not complaining though. You relaxed even at the thought of the pampering she had in store for you. As she always had before. Your heart always swelled at the gentleness that followed your every scene.

Maybe you should let your friend buy you another drink some other time, if that's what would be waiting for you afterwards.

Maybe you loved your sadist girlfriend and her punishments.

"She said your delivery has arrived." You mumble, on the verge of sleep.

"Yeah, I know, she told me, too. That's what you're talking about at the bar?" She responds as she's getting out of the tub, after she helped you clean up.

"Among other things." You hear her shuffling and rummaging around the bathroom.

"Hmm" You can hear her ruffling with a towel, drying herself up, the gentle sounds tingling your senses.

"She liked my jeans, too." You add a little more mischief in your voice so she doesn't doubt that she caught it.

"I see." Her playful tone doesn't escape you as she picks up the nearby stool. 

She's behind you for what feels like forever, sitting on the stool and kneading every muscle on your back she can reach. You're sitting in the water, proped up with your back against the side of the bathtub, head down, hands resting palm-up at your sides and legs sprawled in front of you, occasionally feeling droplets fall on your shoulders from her wet hair.

"How you feeling, baby?" She asks as she's massaging the back of your neck with firm fingers.

"Mmm..." You're relaxed out of your fucking mind and she chuckles.

A few minutes pass with her keeping massaging you and you're melting under her touch.  

"Was it too much?" Her sudden words would lull you further into a near-sleep state with how soft she spoke them, but the concern behind her voice does exactly the opposite and your ability to think comes back to you as you sit a little straighter in the tub.

"What?"

"Tonight... Was it okay?"

"Baby, it was more than okay. But I would prefer that we wait before repeating that." You slightly turn your head just so she can see the smile on your face and you hope it can ease her mind.

It's true, you really enjoyed tonight, maybe a little too much, and you've done similar stuff before with her rough-fucking you into oblivion, so you're a little unsure why she's checking in with you again, not that you mind. You love your girlfriend and her soft heart, even more so that she only let's you to see it. But you would be lying if you said that her possessiveness tonight didn't turn you on.

"You sure? You know I only did it for fun, right? I wasn't jeal-"

"Sevika." You cut her off.

You hear her exhale, stopping her rambling and clearly waiting for you to say what you have to say, her hands never halting their motions over the top of your back and shoulders and you try to choose your words carefully now that you now what her concern is.

"Baby, it's fine, I promise. Yes, it was new and unexpected, but I really, really enjoyed it. Trust me, if I didn't I would've told you, right?"

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Besides, we've done some hardcore stuff before." You turn abruptly to face her, inevitably splashing water everywhere on the wall, the floor, on her, and you give her the naughtiest smirk as you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively.

She looks back at you, hands hovering in front of her naked frame due to your sudden movement, mouth agape, an adorable dumbstruck look on her face and you would swear you fall in love with her all over again. A few seconds pass before she gets her mind straight again and she chuckles, shaking her head at your antics and dropping her hands on her knees.

"Now you just have to be extra nice to me and pamper me some more." You softly smile up at her and try to convey to her that tonight was indeed perfect and she finally let's out a huff and nods.

"Of course, beautiful." A hand coming up to your face, a thumb stroking your cheek and you turn a little to place a kiss in her palm as you reach to hold her hand with your own.

"Can you pretty please massage me some more now?" You look up at her with your irresistible puppy eyes, squeeze her hand and she chuckles.

"Anything you want, baby." She smiles and gently nudges you to turn back around.

A soft kiss on the back of your neck and fingers gliding to caress your shoulders have you humming contently and with closed eyes you slowly throw your head back over the edge of the bathtub to lean on her knee and smile up at her.

"Ready to get out? Water's getting cold." She says as she smooths your wet hair out of your face.

"Just a couple minutes..." You mumble.

"Okay, beautiful." 

You hear her shift in her place before you feel hands cradling your face as she leans down to steal a gentle kiss and you moan before reciprocating.

"You know..." you mumble between the kissing and she acknowledges you with a hum, not wanting to stop worshiping your soft lips with her tongue.

"Maybe I should let her buy me another drink the next time."

She slowly pulls back and you open your eyes to look up at her, a devilish smirk, a raised eyebrow, a trace of the possessive look she gave you at the bar evident on her face, and you already feel a shiver travel up your spine.

"Maybe you should."

Oh, the trouble you can get into.