What I Handed In as Coursework.

A moan broke the silence. In the room the bed lay in the middle, double bed. There was a metal barred headboard and white sheets. Around the room were various candles, providing a dim light. A beam of sunlight passed through the gap in the closed blinds, illuminating the deep red carpet.
‘Open,’ said the man, the woman obliging. He roughly stuffed her own knickers in her mouth, causing her to moan again. The bed rattled lightly as she pulled on the ropes binding her to the headboard. They were tight and the harder she pulled the more they dug into her wrist, but she revelled in the pain and constriction. He gently caressed her exposed breasts; she arched her back, other senses accentuated by the blindfold over her eyes. Next he sharply pinched her nipple, satisfied by the moans of the woman.
Smiling to himself, the man slowly kissed her breasts then moved down, kissing a line down her body until he reached her clit, where he toyed with it with his tongue, to a series of moans. He did this for another minute, her moans becoming more urgent, until he slipped a finger into her and she screamed as she came, the finger an unexpected stimulus which pushed her over the edge.

He noticed how wet she was, and smiled as he slid his dick into her whilst sliding himself up to meet her face. He pulled out the gag and kissed her, his tongue soaked in her juices. She hungrily ran her tongue over his, yearning for further degradation. He thrust into her, hard, she groaned. ‘Harder.’ She begged.
‘Beg me.’
‘Please,’ she said urgently.
‘Please what?’
‘Please fuck me hard in my pussy,’ she said, cheeks burning into a deeper shade of red as she did so. He obliged, thrusting hard. A fast pace built up, she came without permission after a few minutes so he stopped. ‘No!’ she cried as he slid out of her. ‘You came, clean my dick.’ He said this whilst moving up her body with his knees until his slick member was centimetres from her face. He bent it to meet her searching lips, and she greedily forced it into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and thrust, she gagged on it as it hit the back of her throat.
He pulled out and she gulped air in, then he thrust it in again. She choked on it again but this time rolled her tongue over the surface of it as he thrust, saliva running down her chin. ‘Much better,’ he said coldly. He moved back down her body, noting as he slid back in the considerable increase in wetness.
The man resumed the thrusting, harder each time, until she was screaming in ecstasy and pulling the ropes binding her ankles and arms so firmly the bed threatened to crumble in the wake of such force.
The man was close now, he quickened his pace, moving in fast bursts to make her climax repeatedly; he’d been with her for so long that he knew what she needed to come now. As he came he kissed her and they lay, bodies slightly slick with sweat and kissed, tongues playing with each other lightly as they both shared a satisfied grin.

He quickly untied the ropes on her hands and slipped off the blindfold, her eyes shining brightly at him as he looked into them. They lay for a minute, holding each other. ‘How was that?’ He asked.
‘Top three.’ She answered.
‘Hmm, good, we really splurged out with the candles,’ he said, gesturing round the room. ‘I’m surprised we didn’t set something on fire.’
She laughed, ‘can we go again?’
‘I need to recharge,’ he joked.
‘You’ve got 10 minutes,’ she warned, scooping a magazine from under her side of the bed.
‘That’s fine,’ he agreed, closing his eyes and letting the post-sex drowsiness take him. When he blearily opened his eyes a few minutes later, she was still there, hair obscuring his view of her face. Texting on her phone.
‘Who’re you texting?’ He asked curiously.
‘Just a mate,’ she answered without betraying any emotion.
‘Ah ok,’ he said, smiling.
She didn’t smile; she flipped her phone shut and put it under her pillow. ‘Again?’
‘Definitely.’ She rolled onto him and kissed him, he didn’t wonder why she was already wet. Later he’d check her phone for the time and she’d snatch it from him, defensive of what was there. But for now, she wanted sex again.