It had been a stressful week, and my body ached with the kind of tension only something wild could shake loose. I craved something exciting — something out of the ordinary to reset my body and clear my mind. As I sat turning over the possibilities, a name floated into my thoughts, and I laughed out loud at my own mischief.
I picked up my phone and dialled. He answered on the second ring. We hadn’t spoken in a while, yet the conversation slid right back into its old rhythm, as if no time had passed at all. I told him what I had in mind. He sounded thrilled, and we settled on a date for the weekend.
Before he arrived, I took care of the essentials — showered, shaved, and oiled my skin. This is serious business, I teased myself.
Abdul arrived right on time, and true to form, he didn’t come empty-handed — he brought enough food and drinks to last three days. I was more amused than surprised; showing up prepared was simply who he was.
We were both eager, the air thick with anticipation, and there was little need for small talk. The night unfolded exactly the way I’d hoped — intense, consuming, and everything I’d been craving.
Abdul wasted no time. He set the bags down, locked the door, and grabbed me by the throat, pushing me back against the wall. “Strip,” he ordered, voice low and firm. I took off my clothes under his stare while he watched every inch of skin appear. Once naked, he spun me around, bent me over the nearest table, and slapped my ass hard enough to sting. “This is what you asked for. No safe words unless you use the one we agreed on. Understood?”
I nodded, my body shaking already. He tied my wrists behind my back with a silk scarf from his pocket, then forced me to my knees.
His cock was already hard when he freed it. He shoved it straight into my mouth, gripping my hair and fucking my throat in steady thrusts. Spit ran down my chin while he held me there, making me gag and swallow around him.
After a few minutes he pulled out, lifted me up, and marched me to the bedroom. He bent me over the bed, spread my legs, and drove two fingers into my wet pussy. He pumped them fast, curling against my front wall until my legs shook. While I dripped, he replaced his fingers with his cock in one rough thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
He fucked me hard from behind, one hand pinning my bound wrists to my lower back, the other hitting my ass every few strokes.
The slaps turned my skin red. He leaned over me, pulling my hair while he pounded deeper. “You wanted to be punished. Take it.”
He flipped me onto my back, yanked my legs over his shoulders, and slammed back inside. His thumb found my clit, rubbing tight circles while his hips snapped forward. Every thrust knocked the air from my lungs, but I was loving it. Sweat slicked both our bodies. He grabbed my throat again, choking just enough to make me light-headed as he kept fucking me.
When my orgasm hit, it ripped through me in waves. My pussy clenched around him, milking his cock. Abdul growled, pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach again, and pushed back in. He grabbed both my breasts and sucked one after the other, then he used my bound wrists like handles, driving into me until he emptied himself inside my pussy. He stayed buried deep, breathing hard against my neck.
Only after he untied me did he pull me against his chest, stroking my hair while our bodies cooled. “That was some intense shit,” I whispered breathlessly. He smiled and said: “The weekend has just begun.”
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