Free Safeword: Matte by Candace Blevins Page B

tempo in any way. She felt invaded, violated. She couldn't make him stop, with her wrists and ankles restrained to each other there was nothing she could do to stop him. She wanted to fight him, but she couldn't.
    He pulled out of her and turned her over, entering her again, but not going all the way in this time. He stopped and looked at her a few seconds before reaching to the side and releasing her left wrist and ankle, then switching hands and releasing her right wrist and ankle. She punched him in the jaw with her right fist and went for his throat with her left but he blocked it at the last moment, just before sinking farther into her pussy with his cock. He grabbed at her arms and missed. Without further thought he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed at them, moving his hands down to her biceps and holding them against the ground so she couldn't do anything with her hands except pound at his shoulders. He put more weight on her biceps and she couldn’t move her arms at all.”
    “You’re mine, Samantha. Yield to me.”
    “Fuck you.”
    “I think we’re already doing that.” No smile, just the sadist looking out at her.
    She pulled her legs back and tried to push him away with her feet, but he was this huge immovable object between her legs, holding her arms down. He'd moved his hands down to hers while she was working with her feet, and now he was leaning over her, his hands holding hers in place beside her ears.
    He began fucking her in time to his words, so he dragged himself out of her while he said the first part of each sentence and pounded in on the words he wanted to emphasize.
    “This pussy is mine . Mine to use. Anytime I want. You'll yield to me or I'll take what’s mine.”
    He assaulted her pussy with his cock, ramming into her with all of his might. She could see his arm muscles, and the muscles from his back where they wrapped around his side, not to mention what his abs were doing. He was like this giant fucking machine, with this huge cock tearing into her, dilating her more than should be possible outside of childbirth.
    “Come for me, Samantha, Come all over my cock.”
    Her body did as he said, bypassing her brain and imploding. He smiled at her, letting her know he considered his ownership of her complete. He pulled out without coming. The rain streamed down in torrents now, and both of them were soaked. He attached her feet and ankles together in the front, all four points together, and picked her up like a baby and carried her to the porch, sitting her gently on the wooden floor.
    “We need towels. I'm going to get kitchen towels since they’re the closest. I'm going in, but will be able to see you through the window, and I’ll be ten steps away if you need me.”
    Sam was impressed he was so careful about leaving her bound – he was in and out in less than thirty seconds, and he left the door open so he could hear her. She saw him through the window getting the towels and heading right back out. He dried her off, spending some time on her hair, and rubbing her body down, wiping her face with care. He took her shoes off and dried her feet, even between her toes. Bound as she was, he did everything and she had to just let him. She loved the careful way he took care of her.
    He released her ankles from her wrists, but left her bound wrist to wrist and ankle to ankle. A rope had been thrown over the beam running across the porch, and he used it to tie her arms over her head, threading it through her cuffs and expertly knotting it. Stepping back, he dried himself while looking at her appraisingly, but didn’t say anything. He'd taken the condom off at some point and his cock was semi-hard. Sam watched as he walked to a side table and picked up a large flogger, and then lost her view of him as he stepped behind her.
    The rope above her didn’t let her stand flat footed, she was up on her toes and she knew her calves would be hurting before this was over. The rope had a knot she