Speechless

See, instead of tying my wrists to each other, you would push my left arm down and tie it to the bed.

Of course, I would struggle against you. But you'd push my right arm down and I'd fight some more, gritting my teeth and turning my muscles to cord. You would win.

I'd quiet down a little. But you, you know my strengths. You'd know what I was planning, too. You would cut that plan off at the pass. Tie my legs down. And apart.

With me secured and struggling only uselessly, you'd straddle my chest and look down. Take hold of my hair. Rub your cock over my mouth. Push it in and fuck a few strokes, thrusting till I gagged.

I'd moan.

You'd pull out and start stroking yourself over my face, my starry eyes. You'd run a thumb over my smile, press your palm to my windpipe. Lay ropes of come across my lips.