Pushed face down on the edge of the bed, he fucked me hard from behind – holding my body into place as he pushed hard into me with each stroke – driving me into the bed.
I did my best to steady myself – to control what little I had over the situation – the angle – absorbing the force, but he knew – and grabbed me in new places to steady me.
And periodically, as he fucked me, he would swat my ass – making it red – adding to the bruises and marks already left by another.
Then he decided to add to the tension – clamping my nipples – pulling them tight. And with each thrust into my pussy, those nipples would rub against the bed – blurring that line between pleasure and pain even further.
I could tell he enjoyed it because he knew it was blurring that line for me. Knowing it, fueled him in his assault. As he swatted my ass some more – repeatedly – making it even more red, if that was possible.
And this is where things diverged in a large way. Two different toppy men – two different styles – but both started with me bent over a bed and tormenting my nipples.
Both left me with bruises of different sorts.
Both left me deliciously sore.
Both got way too much joy pushing my limits.
And both gave me much joy in pushing them.
One does all of these things to me as he gently strokes my hair and kisses my forehead.
The other does it with an evil gleen in his eye that makes me laugh or sass him.
One, I want to submit to without a fight.
The other, I want to fight before I submit.
The other I’ll give a blow job in a parking lot.