drwhitly | Closed to formersurgeon

Closed to formersurgeon

Martin had been looking forward to seeing Joan Watson again. Ever since they had met, she was on his mind daily and nightly. So he woke up that morning, attempted to brush his hair, shape up his beard by the prison barber, and await her in his cell.

When the guard came in to bind him, he was surprised that his hands weren't cuffed, but the leash was still there attaching him to the wall; in case he was to run? It was a silly notion, but he didn't complain because he was going to see her that day.

When he saw her figure being let in the first set of doors, he stood, approaching the red line.

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She groaned as he pushed his fingers into her mouth, and just like last time she clamped her teeth down on his fingers, a hint of her capability for pain and violence even as he had the power, fucking her with abandon.

He remembered her biting down on his fingers and decided to change the bar; moving his hand from inside her mouth to clamp over it instead. Always one to be in control, like he wanted to scold her. His eyes watching hers for her reaction as he continued to jolt her body beneath him.

Oh, this was dangerous. With his hand clamped over her mouth it was harder for her to use her safe word. She wondered if she should pull the rip cord on this right then and there. But he was watching, and she felt she could trust him to recognize when she needed him to stop. She let him continue, her eyes on his, wary but trusting.

Martin was closely watching her now that he blocked her means to even scream. It probably felt as if he were testing her, but damn did his cock get harder just watching the look in her eye shift. He was careful to not cover her nose, but for the next few moments he did allow himself to get engulfed in viciously fucking her.

"Fuck-" he hissed; this was so good and she was so perfect for it.

It was intense and a little scary and so, so hot. She groaned as he fucked her, her hands clawing at his sides as she writhed beneath him in ecstasy.

The pain from her clawing at him only excited Martin; the hint of her fighting back without actually stopping him. Pulling back, he did release her mouth as he turned her onto her side, taking a leg and lifting it as if finding a better angle to get deeper. His right hand found its way to her ass, a finger now rubbing the tight puckered hole as if in warning.

"Ahhh!" she cried out, her body twitching helplessly at the onslaught of sensation as those fingers rubbed her tight little puckered hole. She had had anal sex before, but it was slow and gentle. Martin, she was certain, would not be slow and gentle with her. She wanted to push him away...but she wanted him to fuck her violently much, much more.

"Tie me up," she ground out. "God, Martin, tie me down and fuck me hard."

Martin didn't expect such an intense response, but he liked it. She would be correct to assume he wasn't initiating something slow and gentle.

His bed wasn't much, but with his own restraints no longer on him, he could use his belt around her wrists to bind her. As he adjusted for the belt, he snatched some lubricant that had been smuggled in for him.

"Gladly." he smiled, pouring some of the clear liquid and bringing it to her pussy and back to her ass. Sliding 2 fingers inside of her ass, he felt how aroused she was, but gave her an out now so that he wouldn't get started and interrupted.

She flexed her hands as he bound her, making sure they weren't so tight as to restrict blood flow. She was really upping the danger here, allowing herself to be bound and allowing...begging...him to fuck her ass. This was going to be far more extreme than she had ever experienced, and god she wanted it, but it scared her, too.

Those two fingers made her moan, her muscles extremely tight and clenching reflexively around the invading digits. His cock was so much bigger. She could have backed out, said no, used her safe word.

But god she wanted it.

If Martin knew her limitations better, he could be pretty surprised by her willingness. However, her submission was incredibly sexy in and of itself and he didn't dismiss it.

Leaning in, he kissed her, from her lips to her chin, down to her neck. While one hand penetrated her, he used his other to rub her clit, working her up to take him. "You get me so excited just thinking about how tight you are." He says as his fingers push deeper. "You don't have to be quiet." He reminds her and he isn't talking about that moment; he was referring to what was to come.

She kissed him back when he kissed her lips, then tilted her head back, eyes closed, and keened softly as he worked her, her arousal heightening, almost overwhelming. "You get me excited just thinking about how thick you are," she answered, her voice rough with need. She gave a breathy laugh at his reminder. "I don't think I could stay quiet if I wanted to..."

“I can tell,” he chuckled feeling now wet she continues to be. He watches her face as he gave her a few more pumps before removing his fingers from her ass. His hand went to his cock, spreading the lubricant once more to be thorough, precum forming at the head.

Lining himself up with her twitching hole, he watched himself as he pressed in. His breath hitched as he felt her wrap around him, the head of his cock just beginning to enter past her tight ring.

She moaned as he entered her, that little bit both pleasurable on it's own and a promise of such ecstasy to come.

"Oh god, Martin," she breathed. "Fuck me."

Pressing into her, he felt his shaft become quickly engulfed by her. Despite the slick lubricant he feels her body resist at first but then relax, which when he hears her words, allows him to pick up his pace. Just like he had before, he begins to pound against her ass, spreading the cheeks to watch as he does, losing himself in it for just a moment.

She cried out as he began to pound into her, the sensation such a heady mix of extreme pleasure laced with the pain of her tight, sensitive, inexperienced hole being ravaged so forcefully. She writhed and twisted, knowing he would hold her down as he fucked her, knowing her bound wrists made it near impossible for her to break away, and she sank into that feeling of helplessness, of trust, of submission, to allow herself to truly feel the mindblowing ecstasy of being so roughly used by this dangerous man.

Martin did hold her down as he felt her body react and tense. He kept her still in order to not lose his pace and focus. His teeth clenched despite his grunts, eyes watching his cock and her ass while flickering up to see her strained face.

This didn’t bring him to let up, but instead push on harder. It was as if he was riding her to push her to a sweet spot; for himself more than for her.

It was what she expected, to be fucked mercilessly, and that his focus would be more on his pleasure than on hers. Of course it would be...he was a psychopath. He used people for his own gain. Including in bed. But she was getting what she wanted as well.

She moaned loudly as he plowed her, not holding back her voice, as every rough thrust shoved her closer and closer to climax.

She hadn't used the safe word so there was really no reason for him to let up. He moaning and clenching around him was hard to hold back from. He felt his climax closing in but he still pondered out loud through his heavy breathing. "In your ass...pussy...or mouth?" It sounded like he may be asking or just thinking to himself; a bit unclear.

It was something they probably should have talked about beforehand, but she wasn't a huge fan of ass to mouth.

"Ass," she managed to gasp between moans. "Fill me...with your cum."

Martin clearly hadn't given it thorough thought, so her answer helped. It also allowed him to not pull out after he rammed into her at a rapid bucking pace as he felt the climax wash over him. He released inside of her with a long groan of his own as his eyes fluttered and his breath hitched then produced a heavy exhale.

Looking down at her as he finished, energy briefly drained of him, he slowly pulled out and laid back on the bed, working to catch his breath.

She worked to catch her breath as well, feeling the absence of him inside her, and the slow trickle of cum from her ass.

"That was intense," she breathed.

“That was everything I had been waiting for.” He added. “I think about you every night before I fall asleep.” She should know that already since they typically would text.

“Come here,” he reached out for her, assuming she would be in the mood to move from her position as her body readjusted.

"I think about you, too. Every night." Yes, it was when they would text, but for Joan at least it was more than that. He'd been on her mind almost constantly.

She moved toward him as well as she could considering her hands were still bound.

"Untie me?"

Martin laughed realizing that she was still bound. “I suppose those just fade into the background for me.” Even when not on him. He moved over and undid the binds. He looked over her wrists when they were free. “Shouldn’t leave a mark. At least not a lasting one.”

Joan rubbed her wrists a little to make sure the blood was flowing, then rolled over to nestle against him.

"That was definitely quite the experience. I've never been tied up and held down and fucked like that."

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