5:08 AM
I typed furiously on my laptop trying to finish my essay before it was due at midnight. My mind blanked and I stared at the screen in frustration…400 words to go, I can do this! My phone lit up next to me and my stomach knotted. Luke. Luke was texting me and it was 11:30 on a Monday night…this could only mean one thing. I left the phone alone.; he could wait until I finished my essay, I smirked.
15 minutes later and my essay was complete, not too bad for my method of procrastination either. I finally scooped up my phone and my heart dropped when I read the message…’time to cross another thing off your fucket-list…we’re going to the beach. I’ll pick you up at midnight’. I checked the time on my phone…I had approximately 12 minutes to get ready. I thanked my inner temptress for always keeping myself “ready”, I wouldn’t have had time for a shower anyways. I raced to my closet and pulled out my teal bikini, stripping off my tank and sweats and fitting the thin fabric in place. I peeked a look in my mirror, giving myself the usual pre-sex pep talk. Oh ya, those extra squats in the gym had definitely been working, good job girl. I threw some black skinny jeans over my skimpy bottoms and found a thin oversized sweater in my drawer, this would do.
I was running around my room doing last minute primping when my phone vibrated. ‘Get your sexy ass down here now’ the phone read. I slid the phone into my pocket and pushed up the sleeve on my sweater. Oh, so it was going to be one of THOSE nights, I thought to myself, chewing my lip a little too hard. I grabbed my purse and raced down the stairs, leaving my roommates a note and locking the door behind me. His car was waiting on the street, the bass rattling the black Mustang, giving the cool California night an edge. His strong silhouette emerged from the driver’s door at the sight of my appearance. His tall build got him to the passenger door quicker than my 5’6 frame could get me and he opened the door as I reached it, eyes glistening like a hungry predator. “Darling,” he said teasingly as he helped me into the car. “Thank you, Sir,” I answered back, sending a lustful smile across his face. “Good girl,” he said and shut the door.
It was a short 15 minute drive to the beach and the music vibrate my every nerve, adding to my unsettling eagerness. “How did your essay turn out?” he asked. Sometimes it surprised me how much he kept tabs on me, but I guess it came with the territory. “It turned out well, Sir, finished just in time,” I said, playing the mood up as much as I could. We pulled into a dimly lit parking lot in front of the beach, our car the only one to be seen. He shut off the engine and again rounded the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out and nodded my head graciously. It had been awhile since we played this game, but to me it was like riding a bike. He grabbed a bag from the backseat and entangled his hand in mine as we walked toward the crashing waves of the beach. My feet hit the soft sand and it rushed over my sandals, greeting my feet with a cool touch. Luke released my hand and set the bag down and pulled a large blanket from it, laying it across the sand. My curiosity went wild as to what else was inside the duffel. “What’s the agenda for tonight, Sir?” I said with a devilish twinkle in my eyes. “Get into your bikini,” he snarled playfully as he yanked off his hoodie revealing that all the hard work at lacrosse practice had paid off. I licked my lips and took in the view, taking off my jeans in the process. As I tugged the sweater over my head I felt his cold fingers around my waist, feeling my soft stomach. I flung my sweater to the sand and looked up at his face, our eyes mirroring the lust we both felt. “Who’s my little fuck toy?” he growled seductively. “I am, Sir,” I said, my breath hitching as I felt the blood rush to my head. He grabbed the back of my neck roughly and kissed me passionately. I staggered back into the sand clumsily but his hand caught the small of my back, pulling me into him. My excitement overcame me and I rushed my hands to him, running them through his short, curly black hair. His hands suddenly rushed to my wrists and pulled them away, his grip tight and nasty. “Did I say you could touch?!” he barked, all the tenderness leaving his voice. “Sorry, Sir,” I whispered, dropping my eyes to the sand as I remembered I had just broken one of our old rules. “Don’t move,” he said snarling and threw my hands back to me. He moved to the duffel and my stomach knotted in a mixture of anxiety and lustful eagerness. He withdrew a roll of duck-tape from the duffel and walked back over, a look a content on his face. “You don’t move unless I tell you to move, you don’t touch me unless I tell you to touch me and you don’t speak unless spoken too, understood?” he growled like a brutal military general. “Yes, Sir,” I replied, keeping my eyes low. He reached for my wrists and proceeded to wrap the duck-tape around them tightly, pinning my arms together in front of my body. After he was satisfied with his work he threw the duck-tape to the sand and grabbed my chin, forcing my gaze up at him. My teeth chattered slightly as I stood there in my bikini as the ocean breeze chilled my skin. He brushed his thumb over my lips and inserted it into my mouth, “suck,” he commanded. I did as told and I could feel his other hand tracing down my body, his fingers grazing my chest and moving down my stomach, sending chills and a shiver through my body. “No moving,” he reminded me, softer this time. His fingers reached my hips bones and he slid his fingers into my bikini, my heart rate beating rapidly like the breaking waves behind us. He inserted his index finger into my pussy, causing me to bite hard on his thumb. He smirked and twirled his finger around adding another finger, teasing my pussy. I closed my eyes in pleasure, letting the world escape me for a second. A soft moan left my lips and he drove his fingers hard into my pussy, making me wet and wanting so much more. He stopped and took his hands from me. I opened my eyes and looked at him desperately. “Pleeeease Sir,” I moaned. A hard slap met my cheek, making my eyes water in response. “Did I ask you to talk?” he said breathlessly, the aggression feeding his arousal. “No Sir, sorry Sir,” I whispered, my mind spinning from the blow…he’d never hit me before…I didn’t know whether to be afraid or aroused, but before I could decide he grabbed my bound wrists and lowered me down onto the blanket. My body met the warm fabric and I relaxed a little. He untied his swim trunks and revealed his hard cock, my pussy throbbed at the sight and I fought the temptation to move towards him. He sensed my idea, “Stay still,” he growled, a little bit of teasing mixed into the aggressive tone. He shimmied my bikini bottoms off and spread my legs, the devilish smirk glued to his gorgeous, tan face. He reached up and caressed my cheek, it was still tender but his cold skin was heaven. “Does my little ho want to cum?” he asked coyly. “Yes Sir,” I nodded, taking a deep breath and letting my excitement rush through my body. He kissed down my body slowly, nibbling every now and then, making goosebumps all over. He kissed over my bound wrists that laid on my stomach and he finally made his way to my crotch. He nibbled down there, my hips rising in anticipation. He bite my inner thigh roughly, “No moving,” he growled. He began darting his tongue in and around my pussy, lapping my wet pussy up. I fought the urges to grind into his face and bit my tongue to mask my moans. “Oh fuck!” one escaped faintly. He brought his head up and looked at me, and I bit my lip, expecting punishment. “Don’t bite your lip that’s mine,” he said slyly and moved on top of me. His lips met mine savagely and I yearned to touch him even though my arms were pinned underneath his bare chest. He reached his hand up and clutched my throat, sending a buzz of pleasure through my body. “You’re mine,” he whispered, moving his other hand by my clit, massaging it slowly. “I know you were a bad girl while I was away,” he growled aggressively…I lied there breathless, thinking of last Thursday at the gym. Luke had left that morning to see his brother for the weekend, leaving my needs unsatisfied after an extra stressful week…how did he find out? I thought in distress. Without warning he thrust his cock inside me roughly, making me gasp. “I own you, ho,” he barked, thrusting back and forth, making my breath shallow and my heart beat loudly, drowning out the waves. His eyes beamed with pleasure and I felt my arousal build higher and higher. My body squirmed under his, trying to find some escape from the pleasure. He pounded hard and deep into my pussy and pinned me down roughly with his athletic body. My moans were drowned by the roar of the ocean and my body stiffened, not wanting to release my orgasm. Finally I caved in, letting the pleasure rush through my body, my hands desperately trying to move under the weight of his body. “Ohhhhh Luke!” I whined, biting my lip so hard it started to bleed. He plowed me right through my orgasm and suddenly his climax reached his peak as he came inside me, startling me. He finished and sunk onto my body. He looked up to see my bewildered expression…we had agreed he’d always pull out. Even though I was on the pill I had an irrational fear of getting pregnant…”You’re mine,” he said in response to the look I was giving him. He rolled off of me and grabbed his swim trunks, tossing my clothes towards me. “Oh that’s right,” he chuckled as he reached in the duffel and grabbed his pocket knife, cutting the duck-tape from my wrists. I avoided his gaze and rubbed my wrists, feeling the mark the binding had left. He began packing up the blanket as I put myself together, grateful to throw my sweater over my chilled skin. I finally looked up at him and his carefree nature had replaced the dominant one. “Come on babe, you look cold,” he said as he reached his hand out for mine. I took it and he pulled me in close, hugging me tight, his face in my windblown hair. We walked back to the car in silence, my thoughts too scrambled to sort through, especially at 2 in the morning. He opened the door from me as we got to the car, as I was leaning in he caressed my cheek towards his face. “You’re mine,” he said and gently kissed me.
15 minutes later and my essay was complete, not too bad for my method of procrastination either. I finally scooped up my phone and my heart dropped when I read the message…’time to cross another thing off your fucket-list…we’re going to the beach. I’ll pick you up at midnight’. I checked the time on my phone…I had approximately 12 minutes to get ready. I thanked my inner temptress for always keeping myself “ready”, I wouldn’t have had time for a shower anyways. I raced to my closet and pulled out my teal bikini, stripping off my tank and sweats and fitting the thin fabric in place. I peeked a look in my mirror, giving myself the usual pre-sex pep talk. Oh ya, those extra squats in the gym had definitely been working, good job girl. I threw some black skinny jeans over my skimpy bottoms and found a thin oversized sweater in my drawer, this would do.
I was running around my room doing last minute primping when my phone vibrated. ‘Get your sexy ass down here now’ the phone read. I slid the phone into my pocket and pushed up the sleeve on my sweater. Oh, so it was going to be one of THOSE nights, I thought to myself, chewing my lip a little too hard. I grabbed my purse and raced down the stairs, leaving my roommates a note and locking the door behind me. His car was waiting on the street, the bass rattling the black Mustang, giving the cool California night an edge. His strong silhouette emerged from the driver’s door at the sight of my appearance. His tall build got him to the passenger door quicker than my 5’6 frame could get me and he opened the door as I reached it, eyes glistening like a hungry predator. “Darling,” he said teasingly as he helped me into the car. “Thank you, Sir,” I answered back, sending a lustful smile across his face. “Good girl,” he said and shut the door.
It was a short 15 minute drive to the beach and the music vibrate my every nerve, adding to my unsettling eagerness. “How did your essay turn out?” he asked. Sometimes it surprised me how much he kept tabs on me, but I guess it came with the territory. “It turned out well, Sir, finished just in time,” I said, playing the mood up as much as I could. We pulled into a dimly lit parking lot in front of the beach, our car the only one to be seen. He shut off the engine and again rounded the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out and nodded my head graciously. It had been awhile since we played this game, but to me it was like riding a bike. He grabbed a bag from the backseat and entangled his hand in mine as we walked toward the crashing waves of the beach. My feet hit the soft sand and it rushed over my sandals, greeting my feet with a cool touch. Luke released my hand and set the bag down and pulled a large blanket from it, laying it across the sand. My curiosity went wild as to what else was inside the duffel. “What’s the agenda for tonight, Sir?” I said with a devilish twinkle in my eyes. “Get into your bikini,” he snarled playfully as he yanked off his hoodie revealing that all the hard work at lacrosse practice had paid off. I licked my lips and took in the view, taking off my jeans in the process. As I tugged the sweater over my head I felt his cold fingers around my waist, feeling my soft stomach. I flung my sweater to the sand and looked up at his face, our eyes mirroring the lust we both felt. “Who’s my little fuck toy?” he growled seductively. “I am, Sir,” I said, my breath hitching as I felt the blood rush to my head. He grabbed the back of my neck roughly and kissed me passionately. I staggered back into the sand clumsily but his hand caught the small of my back, pulling me into him. My excitement overcame me and I rushed my hands to him, running them through his short, curly black hair. His hands suddenly rushed to my wrists and pulled them away, his grip tight and nasty. “Did I say you could touch?!” he barked, all the tenderness leaving his voice. “Sorry, Sir,” I whispered, dropping my eyes to the sand as I remembered I had just broken one of our old rules. “Don’t move,” he said snarling and threw my hands back to me. He moved to the duffel and my stomach knotted in a mixture of anxiety and lustful eagerness. He withdrew a roll of duck-tape from the duffel and walked back over, a look a content on his face. “You don’t move unless I tell you to move, you don’t touch me unless I tell you to touch me and you don’t speak unless spoken too, understood?” he growled like a brutal military general. “Yes, Sir,” I replied, keeping my eyes low. He reached for my wrists and proceeded to wrap the duck-tape around them tightly, pinning my arms together in front of my body. After he was satisfied with his work he threw the duck-tape to the sand and grabbed my chin, forcing my gaze up at him. My teeth chattered slightly as I stood there in my bikini as the ocean breeze chilled my skin. He brushed his thumb over my lips and inserted it into my mouth, “suck,” he commanded. I did as told and I could feel his other hand tracing down my body, his fingers grazing my chest and moving down my stomach, sending chills and a shiver through my body. “No moving,” he reminded me, softer this time. His fingers reached my hips bones and he slid his fingers into my bikini, my heart rate beating rapidly like the breaking waves behind us. He inserted his index finger into my pussy, causing me to bite hard on his thumb. He smirked and twirled his finger around adding another finger, teasing my pussy. I closed my eyes in pleasure, letting the world escape me for a second. A soft moan left my lips and he drove his fingers hard into my pussy, making me wet and wanting so much more. He stopped and took his hands from me. I opened my eyes and looked at him desperately. “Pleeeease Sir,” I moaned. A hard slap met my cheek, making my eyes water in response. “Did I ask you to talk?” he said breathlessly, the aggression feeding his arousal. “No Sir, sorry Sir,” I whispered, my mind spinning from the blow…he’d never hit me before…I didn’t know whether to be afraid or aroused, but before I could decide he grabbed my bound wrists and lowered me down onto the blanket. My body met the warm fabric and I relaxed a little. He untied his swim trunks and revealed his hard cock, my pussy throbbed at the sight and I fought the temptation to move towards him. He sensed my idea, “Stay still,” he growled, a little bit of teasing mixed into the aggressive tone. He shimmied my bikini bottoms off and spread my legs, the devilish smirk glued to his gorgeous, tan face. He reached up and caressed my cheek, it was still tender but his cold skin was heaven. “Does my little ho want to cum?” he asked coyly. “Yes Sir,” I nodded, taking a deep breath and letting my excitement rush through my body. He kissed down my body slowly, nibbling every now and then, making goosebumps all over. He kissed over my bound wrists that laid on my stomach and he finally made his way to my crotch. He nibbled down there, my hips rising in anticipation. He bite my inner thigh roughly, “No moving,” he growled. He began darting his tongue in and around my pussy, lapping my wet pussy up. I fought the urges to grind into his face and bit my tongue to mask my moans. “Oh fuck!” one escaped faintly. He brought his head up and looked at me, and I bit my lip, expecting punishment. “Don’t bite your lip that’s mine,” he said slyly and moved on top of me. His lips met mine savagely and I yearned to touch him even though my arms were pinned underneath his bare chest. He reached his hand up and clutched my throat, sending a buzz of pleasure through my body. “You’re mine,” he whispered, moving his other hand by my clit, massaging it slowly. “I know you were a bad girl while I was away,” he growled aggressively…I lied there breathless, thinking of last Thursday at the gym. Luke had left that morning to see his brother for the weekend, leaving my needs unsatisfied after an extra stressful week…how did he find out? I thought in distress. Without warning he thrust his cock inside me roughly, making me gasp. “I own you, ho,” he barked, thrusting back and forth, making my breath shallow and my heart beat loudly, drowning out the waves. His eyes beamed with pleasure and I felt my arousal build higher and higher. My body squirmed under his, trying to find some escape from the pleasure. He pounded hard and deep into my pussy and pinned me down roughly with his athletic body. My moans were drowned by the roar of the ocean and my body stiffened, not wanting to release my orgasm. Finally I caved in, letting the pleasure rush through my body, my hands desperately trying to move under the weight of his body. “Ohhhhh Luke!” I whined, biting my lip so hard it started to bleed. He plowed me right through my orgasm and suddenly his climax reached his peak as he came inside me, startling me. He finished and sunk onto my body. He looked up to see my bewildered expression…we had agreed he’d always pull out. Even though I was on the pill I had an irrational fear of getting pregnant…”You’re mine,” he said in response to the look I was giving him. He rolled off of me and grabbed his swim trunks, tossing my clothes towards me. “Oh that’s right,” he chuckled as he reached in the duffel and grabbed his pocket knife, cutting the duck-tape from my wrists. I avoided his gaze and rubbed my wrists, feeling the mark the binding had left. He began packing up the blanket as I put myself together, grateful to throw my sweater over my chilled skin. I finally looked up at him and his carefree nature had replaced the dominant one. “Come on babe, you look cold,” he said as he reached his hand out for mine. I took it and he pulled me in close, hugging me tight, his face in my windblown hair. We walked back to the car in silence, my thoughts too scrambled to sort through, especially at 2 in the morning. He opened the door from me as we got to the car, as I was leaning in he caressed my cheek towards his face. “You’re mine,” he said and gently kissed me.
