No Marks

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No marks.

That was the rule for our time together. Sixteen hours of play – an overnight date – taking advantage of the family being gone. 

He had assumed that it would be the rule. Knowing we would be going out the next night to a party. So, I was curious to see how we would play.  Would he hold back?

Several times, he talked about getting out his ropes, but in the end, the ropes and all stayed in the bag. He confessed later that he could not play with them AND ensure that there were no bruises or no marks.  He knew that I would respond in a way that would make him want to push me more. That would make him want to swat me one more time, or keep me tied up a bit longer.

So the bag stayed closed.

This was our night together – and morning. His hands tangled in my hair as he forced me to take his cock deeper into my mouth. His hands pinning me flat and face down on the mattress as he fucked my ass. My arms being pinned above my head as his mouth sucked and bit my nipples in waves of pleasure and pain.   A hand on my throat as he fucked me hard and deep while forcing me to hold his gaze.

In the end, he did leave a mark. On my collar bone. From where he had me pinned to the bed as he fucked me hard – my arms pinned above my head with the other hand – his eyes holding mine as he took what he wanted from my body. A small mark in comparison to times before – but proof that the same could be accomplished without the ropes and all.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. 13messages says:

    Good luck hiding the mark. Of course, I’m hoping to see a picture of it. 🙂

  2. Aurore says:

    Ah yes all the accessories are not really necessary with the right dynamic – isn’t that a wonderful discovery? 😉

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