I sleep with danger.
She sleeps beside me now, breathing softly. A few moments before, she lay against me naked under the duvet, her head on my shoulder, one soft breast pressed against my chest, and one smooth thigh open and over my leg, her dampness pressed against me.
She laughs when I call her “dangerous.”
“You’re the dangerous one,” she tells me. “The Bad Man.”
Her innocence is charming. She sees herself as very boring, just another woman, nothing particularly shocking. Good at her job, a good mom who loves gardening and a good girl who has spent her life doing good things.
A good girl in the hands of a bad man.
“You just came across the room at me,” she said today, wonderingly. “You didn’t say anything, you didn’t kiss me, you didn’t touch me. You just entered me and started fucking me.”
Yes. This morning. She has it partly right, but not completely. Understandable, because she wasn’t there for all of it.
I took her to bed last night, both of us feeling distant due to work and family pressures. That afternoon we had walked on the beach, and she had wandered off when I stopped to photograph things.
I caught up to her, and told her to stay close.
After that, she stayed close.
We joked about putting a leash on her. She said I couldn’t use the training leads, there was a six foot minimum leash requirement. I said six feet would be long enough, and I intended to keep her on a shorter leash than that. She said people would not allow her to be on a leash. I was unconcerned. Funny, though. Let her wear a leather belt and no one would notice. Loop that same belt about her neck, and suddenly you get everyone’s attention.
“Ooohhh, just a little bit dangerous”
She has pushed off the duvet now. She lies on her belly, facing away from me. Naked from the knees up, the smooth curves of her ass just visible in the light from the laptop, a dark cleavage shadows her most personal entry point. I think briefly about fucking her ass.
I took her to bed last night.
We talked, as I held her from behind. After 10 minutes, she began falling asleep.
I began to play with her breasts. She whimpered. Tired, Amy needed to sleep.
We both need sleep. But we need something else more. As long as we have been together, Amy and I usually fuck several times a night. Some nights only once. I have no plan to fuck her tonight, but I intend to own her fully. We will see what happens.
To be honest, in the fog of exhaustion and arousal, I’m not entirely sure what happened. But two days ago, I made Amy masturbate, and she imagined me sitting in the chair in the bedroom making her fuck someone else, as I have threatened to do.
Amy doesn’t want me to make her fuck someone else. It scares her.
And yet she knows I want to use her, to make her fuck someone else, to be cunt, to obey every command.
She imagined me ordering her to fuck someone, directing her into different positions.
Amy continued to masturbate.
Then she came.
She couldn’t confess it until the next day, and even then she couldn’t look me in the eye as she told me what her thoughts had been.
So now as I fuck my tired whimpering girl I take the fantasy deeper, and vividly paint a word picture as we fuck. I talk about her being forced to fuck someone else. About being used. About being wild.
I threaten to play with her tits while she fucks someone else, and Amy begs me not to do it. Play with Amy’s tits long enough, and, well…she loses control.
She goes wild.
She bites, she claws, she scratches. She loses the ability to form words, let alone sentences.
Amy fucks with her teeth sunk into my shoulder. I have many bruises left by her teeth, long rakes down my back from her nails. I wince often when I fuck her, when I have led her to the place of wildness.
She never remembers.
She looks at the bruises, the bite marks, the long scratches, and asks wide-eyed in the morning “Did I do that?”
The last thing she says before slipping into that space, before the teeth and nails find my skin, is a whispered frenzied begging that I keep fucking her, that she’ll do anything I want, just keep my cock in her and “please please please keep fucking me.”
You turn around
so hot and dry
you’re hiding under a halo
your mouth is alive
Her mouth is alive this time. As I fuck her and tell I will force her into a threesome, I let her suck my finger into her mouth, and she fastens to it like a slut on a cock, hungry to suck out the cum. Is it another man’s cock, in her mind? Or is it mine, as I make her fuck someone else? It’s all the same; when the time comes she’ll be lost in the fucking, and I’ve already told her I’ll make her like it, whether she wants to or not.
We fuck for a long time.
At last, she overheats. She whimpers to me that she can’t fuck any more, she’s too hot. I roll off her, and turn on the fan, and lie back down beside her.
We both breathe hard.
Her body is slick with sweat, and she’s claustrophobic and overheated.
I am not done with her.
I kiss my way down between her legs, and lie there, my mouth nudging along her thighs and pussy. I tell her I will do this to her when I want to get her ready for a stranger to fuck.
She gasps a little. I begin to caress her puffy damp lips with my mouth. I’m not sure where she is, in her mind, but as she cools in the blowing air, I hear her cry out and coo, holding her breath and releasing it. Her belly tightens, her thighs flex and her pussy at times rises up to meet my mouth as I tease her.
Eventually, one hand with delicate fingers finds its way down to rest just inside her hip, near her bikini line, if she wasn’t plucked bare.
She wants to masturbate.
She needs to cum.
I tell her to masturbate while I straddle her, playing with her breasts, telling her how perfect her tits are.
I know her nipples are sore by now.
I know hurting her nipples can make her cum.
I hurt her nipples.
“she’s got what it takes to make ends meet
the eyes of a lover that hit like heat “
I know she is close to cumming. Her whole body is tense, and her hand makes the familiar sound between her legs.
Her body thrums.
I play with her swollen breasts, then I say to her, “God, imagine how sore your tits will be after you’ve had to satisfy TWO men playing hard with them.”
I’m over her, and I immediately slip my cock into her.
All nerve endings, she fucks now like the wild woman I love, all claws and nails.
We fuck now, until exhaustion slows me. I pull out of her, and hold her in my arms, too tired to cum. The bed sheets are somewhere on the floor.
I hold her firmly in my arms, locked.
She asks for water.
I tell her “No,”
Her body slumps. I straddle her naked body, open the water, and fill my mouth. Then I kiss her, letting it flow into her. She takes it eagerly. I give her more.
I tell her I can’t cum right now, but I will fuck her after I get some rest, and I will cum in her then.
I awake a few hours later, and slide my cock into her from behind. Her pussy is very wet, and I force my way in easily, and fuck her from behind, and from above while she lies on her side, but it’s too soon. I’m still too tired to cum.
I let her drift off to sleep again.
I lie awake beside her.
An hour drifts by.
I hold her from behind, my hand cupping her breast. I shift, letting her soft nipple slide between my thumb and forefinger. Her nipple gets firm in moments. The slightest touch arouses her nipples; it always does.
Amy is still asleep.
I lay her on her back, gently, and begin to suck her nipples.
Amy is unresponsive.
Normally, she would be writhing and begging, or trying to get away, as having her nipples played with drives her into extreme arousal, but she is too lost in sleep. I enjoy the opportunity, and alternate sucking her hard nipples. I am thrilled, and grow very hard.
I seize my sleeping girl’s hips, and drag her startled into the center of the bed and open her thighs. I have my cock in her as her eyes are opening wide in surprise, and I fuck her.
Her breasts press against my chest. I can feel her wet nipples, still firm and slippery, against my body as my cock sinks home.
I imagine making her fuck someone else, a wicked, delicious pleasure that I have still forbidden myself to explore, and I spill myself in her belly, and come to rest in an exhausted slump as Amy holds me.
“Hold on tight
you know she a little bit dangerous”
She still doesn’t think she is dangerous.
I tell her, “Imagine a woman that you can do anything you want to. Explore any desire. Make her do anything. And, imagine that what this woman wants is to do these things, to do whatever she is told, to give up all control to the man who commands her. This woman is dangerous. A man could destroy himself, with a woman like that.”
That woman is Amy.
Before we got together she had some concerns – she didn’t want to be branded, tattooed, or made to fuck anyone else. She agreed she would do them if commanded, but felt that they could be emotionally damaging to her. I decided then that I had to take the responsibility of not exploring these things that I liked, for her protection. And she laughed when I said I would make her my anal slut, or that someday she would beg to be physically disciplined.
She believes now that I can, and will turn her into an anal slut. That she admits. She also admits that she would enjoy being branded or tattooed because it would please me. And while she doesn’t want to fuck anyone else, being forced to do it to please me is hot. And she has already asked for spankings.
So where do I take her now?
I have thought also of making her pregnant. Not in a loving, check to see if she is ovulating, let’s get the timing right kind of way, but taking her, forcing her thighs open, and spilling my sperm within her as she begs and whimpers. Making her have my baby.
Can I resist the pleasures I have set aside? I can take Amy down wicked paths to dangerous places. But there is risk. I can’t promise safety. All I can promise is adventure. But she is more than willing now to go wherever I lead. I begin to imagine her now with the pleasures I forbidden myself to explore, for fear of damaging her.
I can see her now, branded, tattooed, pregnant with my baby and lying beside me naked in bed with another man’s cum still held between her lips.
Oh, and I see her content.
“Hold on tight
you know she a little bit dangerous
she’s got what it takes to make ends meet
the eyes of a lover that hit like heat
you know she’s a little bit dangerous
she’s armed and extremely dangerous…”
I am the Bad Man.
I like to do bad things to my good girl. I like to make my good girl do bad things.
My good girl is learning to love everything I do to her; everything I make her do.
She turns over and pulls the duvet under her chin. I slide my hand underneath and play with her nipple. It hardens, and I see her hand slide down to her pussy. She is not awake, but she holds her pussy. Her breathing is slow and deep. In a few moments, I will finish writing, and I will fuck her. She has no idea, but she will be whimpering and begging very, very soon. She will tell me that she will do anything, just “please please please keep fucking me.”
Afterwards, I will fall asleep.
With a woman who loves me to force her to do anything I can imagine.
And as she lies innocent and completely obedient, I will know what she does not.
I sleep with danger.