"Just for tonight," Gretchen's whisper hung in the air, a fragile thread of consent. The moment she uttered those words, the spell was cast. Her hand still clutched my hardened dick, feeling its insistent pulse. I didn't need another word. The hunger in her eyes, a raw, primal need, was my command.
Without breaking eye contact, I moved, a confident tug on her hand pulling her gently forward. Her steps, heavy with drink and burgeoning desire, followed mine as I led her past the now-empty common room and towards a door tucked away in a less-used corner of the inn. This wasn't a guest room; this was her private space.
She fumbled with the latch, her fingers clumsy, but the door eventually creaked open, revealing her chambers. Unlike the sparse guest rooms, this one was spacious, exuding a lived-in warmth. A large, sturdy bed dominated the center, promising comfort and vast potential. A small hearth cast a soft, dancing glow, and a faint scent of lavender mingled with the lingering smell of mead.
Gretchen moved towards a heavy wooden chest at the foot of her bed. My Mind Reading skill buzzed with her rising anticipation. She knelt, her strong hands fumbling with the lock. With a soft click, the lid lifted.
My eyes widened slightly. Inside lay not clothes or linens, but an array of tools that made my own blood quicken: glistening leather cuffs, a sturdy collar, a long, coiled leash, a riding crop, and intricate rope. Her secret desires, so carefully hidden, were now laid bare before me.
She turned to me, face flushed, eyes holding a complex mix of shame, defiance, and desperate hope. She picked up a set of cuffs, her hands trembling slightly as she offered them.
"Tie me up," she whispered, her voice surprisingly steady, though laced with profound vulnerability. "And ravage me. If you don't want to... then you can leave." Her gaze was sharp, a final, hesitant test, perhaps expecting me to falter, to show the submissiveness she'd come to expect from men. The memory of my earlier boast about Amelia, about making her "beg and scream," flashed in her eyes, daring me to prove it.
I allowed a slow, predatory smile to spread across my face. Her challenge was an irresistible invitation. I stepped closer, my presence dominating her. I took the cuffs from her hand, my fingers brushing hers, and felt a surge of raw excitement. This was more than just sex; this was a complete psychological takeover.
I leaned in, my mouth close to her ear, letting my voice drop to a deep, resonant growl that vibrated through her very core. "Even if you beg me, Gretchen," I whispered, every word a promise of exquisite, relentless torment, "I will not stop. Not till morning. I will bind you, and I will use you like an onahole."
Her body shuddered, a soft gasp escaping her lips. The words, so brutal, so absolute, were exactly what her deprived soul secretly craved. Her eyes, wide and dilated, fixed on mine, reflecting both terror and an undeniable thrill.
I then moved decisively. I placed all the tools on the bed, spreading them out for her to see. Her gaze tracked each item, her breathing growing ragged. I picked up the leather collar first. Its dark, sturdy form felt heavy in my hands. With a quick, deliberate movement, I fastened it around her strong neck. "Click! " The sound was sharp in the quiet room, a definitive seal on our unspoken agreement.
Gretchen jolted, an involuntary spasm running through her body. Her breath hitched. It was a jolt of shock, of the unfamiliar weight, the undeniable symbol of immediate ownership. Then, I attached the long, braided leash to the collar. Cold against her skin, she flinched again, a soft whimper escaping her lips. This was real. This was happening. This was the first time she had truly been claimed.
Her eyes, wide and filled with a mixture of apprehension and searing desire, met mine. The "muscle mommy" was no longer in control. Her deep, hidden needs had been laid bare, and I was about to fulfill them in ways she had only ever dared to dream.
I settled onto the edge of the large bed, my gaze fixed on her. The hearth light cast dancing shadows, adding to the raw intimacy of the scene. My voice dropped to a low, commanding tone, thick with authority. "Kneel, Gretchen."
She obeyed instantly, dropping to her knees on the thick rug before me. Her strong frame humbled itself, head bowed in deference. The corset strained against her powerful torso, her shoulders broad even in their submissive posture.
"Now, suck it," I ordered, my voice a direct challenge.
Without hesitation, she complied. Her strong, calloused hands reached for my crotch, pulling my trousers taut. Her lips, swollen from the mead, closed over the fabric, beginning to suck and lick the hard ridge beneath. The material quickly dampened, the scent of her desire mingling with my pre-cum. My dick, already aching, hardened further, swelling against the restraint of my pants.
"Take them off," I commanded, my voice growing impatient. "Take them off and suck it properly."
Her hands worked quickly, unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning my trousers. I lifted my hips slightly, and she deftly pulled them down, leaving me in just my underwear. My large, rigid cock was a prominent silhouette beneath the thin fabric, straining, practically vibrating with eagerness.
Her eyes, wide and almost breathless, fixated on the outline. A soft gasp escaped her as she slowly, deliberately, pulled down my underwear, revealing my immense, engorged dick. Her gaze devoured it, a mixture of awe and fear, but overriding it all was a ravenous excitement. "It's... it's magnificent, my lord," she choked out, her voice raw with admiration, a genuine compliment despite the circumstances.
"Quickly," I urged, my voice a low growl, "suck it."
She needed no further prompting. She leaned in, her lips gently, then greedily, enclosing my glans. Her tongue darted out, licking every inch, savoring the salty tang of my pre-cum from the urethral opening. Her skilled hands worked the shaft, stroking it rhythmically, guiding it deeper.
I pulled the leash, a gentle but firm tug on her collar. "Deeper," I commanded, my voice laced with dominant desire. "Take it deeper."
She responded immediately, her mouth stretching, her throat working. My glans slipped past her lips, then the next inch, then another, as she took half of my dick inside. Her throat worked around me, bobbing, as she sucked with renewed vigor, her other hand still expertly stroking the length of my shaft. The sounds were loud and wet in the quiet room: "Sluuuurp! Slop! Gulp! " as saliva flowed freely from her mouth, coating my dick, mixing with her growing juices. Her cheeks hollowed with each pull, a deep, resonant "thwock!" echoing from her efforts.
Her sucking intensified, a powerful, relentless rhythm that promised to bring me to the brink. I felt the pressure building, the heat intensifying. It was time to push her, to truly claim her throat.
I opened one of my legs wide, placing my foot behind her head, locking it firmly in place. Then, with a strong, deliberate tug on the leash, I pulled her head forward, pressing it into my crotch. "GAAAGGHHH! " My entire dick, fully engorged, plunged deep into her throat, violating her completely. Her body convulsed violently, a desperate, strangled gag tearing from her. Her eyes, wide with shock and pain, yet a strange, almost ecstatic smile bloomed on her face through her tears, even as she struggled for breath.
"You wanted to be controlled by these tools, didn't you?" I snarled, my voice rough with rising passion. "Used without mercy. Now move it, Gretchen. Move it in your throat."
I released the leash slightly, easing the pressure of my leg on her head just enough for minimal movement. Her tear-filled eyes, reflecting exquisite agony and profound pleasure, looked up at me, that strange, blissful smile still gracing her lips. She began to move her head, sucking my dick in and out of her throat, her tongue licking the shaft inside her mouth. The tight, wet sensation sent shivers down my spine. The rhythmic "Sluuuuck! Chomp! Gulp! " resonated through the room, punctuated by her soft, muffled whimpers and gasps. Her chest heaved with the effort, her shoulders rising and falling.
Her fervent sucking swiftly took its powerful effect. My cum surged, rising in my balls, a powerful, unstoppable wave. I held her head firmly again with my leg, pressing it against my crotch, burying my dick as deep as it could go. "Drink it," I commanded, my voice thick with the coming climax.
"UUUUUUURRRRGGHHH! " With a final, deep groan, I convulsed, pouring my hot, thick cum deep into her throat, filling her completely. Her body twitched violently, muscles spasming, as she gasped and gagged, struggling desperately to swallow every drop. Some, too much to contain, overflowed, thick and white, streaming from her mouth and even a thin rivulet from her nose, running down her chin and neck. Her body shuddered, her throat working furiously. She swallowed, choked, and swallowed again, utterly dedicated to consuming my essence.
When I finally pulled out, her face was a mess of tears, cum, and drool, but her eyes, though glazed, held an undeniable look of profound, blissful satisfaction. She had been used, utterly and without mercy, just as she had desired.