Forceful Encounters

This encounter had been a long time coming. Years before, the two had randomly met in a Facebook group; they connected quickly, and their friendship blossomed, built on the moments they shared. Some were lighthearted and inconsequential: their work schedules, awkward encounters with coworkers, and commute frustrations. None of these were inherently intimate topics, but the consistent familiarity fostered a level of affection that was far deeper than the sum of its parts. Other interactions were more weighty—from family problems to health issues to heartbreaks, and working through these moments together developed a deep reserve of trust.

Other experiences had been far more erotic. Physical attraction, curiosity, and shared desires had built the sexual tension to an unbelievable level. Finally, all of the fantasies they’d eagerly dreamed about were about to be explored.

Mia had flown out to the west coast a few days before to visit friends, planning to wrap up the latter half of her trip with Mike. Those first days passed with agonizing slowness. The time with her childhood friends was as enjoyable as ever, but it paled in comparison to the pleasure the rest of the week promised. Somehow, early brunches, afternoons on the beach, and plastered evenings seemed more like obstacles to be endured than events to be enjoyed.

Finally, the morning came. She’d packed the night before, said her goodbyes, and left at first light. The miles and hours passed quickly, marked with memories she cycled through. His pictures… and the nights he’d taken them for her as they fucked themselves to each other, separated by thousands of miles but connected by a strong cord of desire. The times she’d touched herself and imagined them being his hands. The occasions when other men had been between her legs and her mind had flashed to wondering what Mike’s tongue would feel like in the same situation. Mia squirmed uncomfortably in the car, already aching for a release. Neither had explicitly discussed what would happen when she arrived, but she knew enough about him to be confident that he’d played it out in his mind a thousand times until he had a plan.

As she turned onto his street, she thought about his physique. He was taller than her and had the start of a dad bod, but his physique still showed muscle he’d amassed during his younger years in forestry. The thought of his ability to physically dominate her was erotic in itself, and his willingness to do so added a deeper edge. She parked in his drive, double-checked the address to ensure it was right, then got out of her car and walked toward the door.

The woman raised her hand to knock; before she could, the door swung open. “Hi,” Mike said. There it was—that cheesy, adorable grin that was goofy on the surface, but the way he smiled with his eyes hinted at something much more profound. They hugged tightly; feeling his warm body pressed against hers was better than she could have imagined.

It was real. It was happening.

They withdrew from the hug, and Mike turned both of them around so that her back was against the house. Gently but firmly, he placed his hand against her chest, pushing her back until she was trapped against the outside wall. His eyes began to wander her body, undressing her slowly as his gaze drifted downward. Beginning with her face, he looked into her eyes, then down to her lips. His gaze traced her neck, then to her v-neck top that hintingly revealed the plunging contours that lay beneath. Mia felt a warm sensation spreading across her body as she watched him appreciate every one of her womanly curves, taking his time to satisfy his visual thirst. She watched the smile fade from his face, replaced by intense concentration. Everywhere he looked, she felt her skin raise in gooseflesh. His attention was so intense that she could physically sense it, as if he was touching her. She started to speak, but he placed his finger over her lips.

“Shhh, baby girl. Not yet.”

His voice was deep and husky. The command came in a tone of absolute authority; not loud and belligerent, but with an undertone that communicated he was already in charge, and he expected her to comply with every word. Mia felt her pussy tingle as blood rushed to it. It had been too long since she’d been under the authority of one who wasn’t afraid to exercise his will… or to enforce it.

Her waist and hips, thighs and legs felt the weight of his lustful scrutiny. As his focus reached her feet, his eyes reversed and traveled up her body, still exploring, but this time more quickly. When their gaze locked, one of his eyes dropped in a quick wink, his lips crinkling into a small smile. It would have been barely noticeable to someone who hadn’t been watching his every expression intently as he explored her, but the transition was as evident as a thunderclap to her. The smile was no longer the goofy grin of welcome he’d worn before; it was a reflection of passionate desire, a thirst that would soon be slaked by his actions and her body.

Mike’s hand slid upward from her chest and closed around her throat, squeezing just tightly enough to let her know he was there and that she wasn’t going anywhere. His grip wasn’t a choke—it was a message. She didn’t have a choice in what followed. She knew she could call a stop to this at any time, but she was equally aware that she wanted him to use her like his own personal sex toy. The woman felt her face flush, partially because of the firm pressure of his grip, but primarily due to the erotic intimacy of the moment. Mike leaned in, and their lips met for the first time.

Very few kisses stood out in Mia’s mind, but that one would for a long time. Anticipation had done its job: the minutes he had stood there, literally holding her at arm’s length and building to this physical contact had driven her to a state of desire that almost caused her to physically shake. She couldn’t help herself; Mia’s lips parted in a low moan of pleasure, and she felt Mike’s hand tighten on her throat. Their lips danced, soon followed by their tongues. He was exploring her, invading her—not in the hungry, inexperienced way that many guys did. This was a man who knew how to kiss, and the explanation of every movement he made was simple: he obviously and genuinely enjoyed it.

As they stood on the porch and continued to make out, Mia couldn’t help but feel that these kisses were an experience unto themselves. Most of the time, with her other partners, kissing was simply an intro to deeper sexual exploration. Here, she got the sensation that she might cum if it went on long enough. She reached out and grabbed his belt loops, pulling his hips toward hers. She could feel his lips smile, mid-kiss. He turned his face slightly and growled into her ear: “Do you like that, baby girl?”

The woman’s cheek lay against Mike’s, and she could tell that her breathing was much heavier. “Yes, daddy. I want you so badly.” At those words, Mike’s body changed. Previously, he’d allowed her to control the movement as she pulled him into her; now, with nothing but a subtle shift in posture, he took control.

She no longer felt just the weight of his hips and chest pulled against her; he now pressed inward, applying pressure to her entire body. The man’s hands slid downward, gripping her wrists, then pulling her arms away from her body, forcing them to be outstretched and pressed against the wall. Slowly, he slid them upward until both of her arms were raised above her head. Mike crossed her wrists, gripping them with one of his hands, then pulled his face back a few inches to look at her. “Beg for what’s next,” he ordered. It was Mia’s turn to grin, and hers was the devious smile of a brat who knew she was testing his willingness to exert his authority. “Make me,” she said. To add insult to it, Mia playfully stuck her tongue out at Mike.

*SLAP*

The sensation was stinging and immediate. Mia’s head swung to the right, and she paused. Slowly, she turned to look at him. That same small smile was there on his face. He wasn’t angry, and the strike had been anything but abusive. It was obvious he didn’t feel threatened by her words. His actions had been simple math: she’d challenged him, and he had responded. It takes a confident man to feel unthreatened by a direct challenge, and he seemed as relaxed as if he was drinking a beer and watching a football game.

“Now, beg for it,” he repeated.

Mia looked straight into his eyes, her expression more serious this time. It wasn’t because she was upset, but rather that she was caught up in the moment and embracing her role. The woman was no longer laughing. She desired him, but not just part of him, nor was an average sexual encounter on her mind. She didn’t want him softly. Mia wanted to be taken as a man should take a woman, and her response challenged him to take things further.

“No.” Her voice was low, but confident. “And fuck you.”

Mike took a single step back, grabbed her belt loops roughly with the hand that wasn’t holding her wrists, and spun her around so she was facing the wall. He pushed her forward until she was pressed against it, then brought her hands down to her lower back, once again crossing them at the wrists. She felt his belt loosen, then heard the snaps as he ripped it from his pants. The leather encircled her wrists, and the hard metal of the buckle pressed against her skin. He looped it around her arms several times, securing it. When he knew her hands were trapped, his hands moved to her shoulders.

Once again, he turned her 180 degrees. For the first time, she noticed his porch. Rose vines climbed up to the second story, almost entirely blocking the view from outside. Although less than 50 yards from the road, they were in nearly complete privacy. The sounds of cars and pedestrians drifted to her ears, and their proximity to others in the midst of this experience increased the sensuality of it all tenfold. That was all she had time to notice before Mike’s hands pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees.

The man undid the button, then the zipper on his pants. His cock sprang free, already hard from anticipation. “I think that dirty mouth of yours needs to learn a little respect,” he said. Mia looked up at him, and with every ounce of contempt she could muster, she did the most disrespectful thing she could.

She laughed.

Immediately, Mike stepped forward. One of his hands grabbed a fistful of her hair as the other clutched her throat. Gone was the gentleness of his initial hold, as was the tenderness of his kiss. She immediately felt his choking squeeze, and he unhesitatingly jerked her hair back to force her to look up at him. His grip on her throat remained tight as her face grew red; the seconds grew longer as her eyes began to water. Eventually, her subconscious survival instincts kicked in, and she jerked her head to the side in an attempt to break his hold on her neck. The man let her fight him for another two seconds, then relaxed his hand, allowing life-giving oxygen to once again rush to her lungs.

He waited for her to catch her breath before uttering his next words. “Now, you’re going to learn.” He didn’t even waste his breath telling her to open her mouth. She’d clearly revealed her attitude, and he was going to do the same.

His hand on her throat slid up to her jaw, gripping the very back of it, where it hinged. His thumb and forefinger squeezed on both sides; when the grip became painful enough, Mia’s mouth was forced open. Mike’s hips thrust forward, his semi-hard cock entering her mouth. She could feel the pressure of his head as it slid past her lips, sense the smoothness of his skin as his shaft pressed its way forward, and taste the sweet essence of precum as his dick slid along her tongue. As his cock reached the back of her throat, he didn’t pause or hesitate—he continued to press forward. Mia attempted to escape the pressure by moving her head to the side, but his iron grip on her hair and jaw prevented even an inch of variance. His cock pressed so deeply that her nose flattened against his lower abs. He’d bottomed out inside of her.

Instead of withdrawing, he held still.

“Swallow,” he commanded. She did so, not as much out of obedience as of necessity. The pressure was intense, and she could feel tears beginning to well up in her eyes. As she swallowed, her throat muscles massaged the head of his cock, her tongue unwittingly stroking his shaft, and she heard a low, deep growl of pleasure in response. After a moment, he pulled back, withdrawing completely. Mike forced her head to tilt upward, their eyes locking. “Ready to submit?” he asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. Before Mia even had a chance to blink, his manhood had invaded her mouth again, pressing until it forced its way into her throat. His cock was harder now, and she winced. There was pain, but not an unbearable amount. In fact, she could feel her pussy get even wetter as she realized that she had lost all control. Mike was actively fucking her face.

He was owning her.

The man began to withdraw and press inward again, no longer removing his dick completely and restraining from sinking to its full depths. His rhythm steadied, and the hand at her jaw and cheeks forced her lips to close around his rock-hard cock. Mia loved the sensation of being dominated, knowing that this was only the first hole he would claim that day.

Minutes passed. The manly scent of his cock filled her nostrils as he used her mouth, his grunts and moans assuring her that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Mia’s cunt flooded as she struggled against her wrist restraints, making no effort to escape, but rather to enjoy the sensation of being firmly bound. There was no telling how much time had passed; however much it was, though, it was enough. Mia was completely committed to her sub role, while her master had obviously shifted into full dom mode, if the hardness of his erection was any indication.

Mike suddenly released his grip on her entirely and pulled back. He removed his shirt and threw it on the porch, then stepped forward again. The man’s hands resumed their grip on her hair and under her chin; he pulled upward, lifting her to her feet. He stepped behind the woman, pushing her forward, toward the railing. She’d chosen to wear a relatively short skirt, knowing it turned him on. Her dom walked her to the edge of the porch, bending her at the waist. He pressed her face to the railing, but as the woman felt him flip her skirt up over her ass cheeks, her attention focused intently on what was happening behind her. She hadn’t worn panties, and the cool air made her shiver as it swept across her soaked lips. He stepped forward, and just as she knew he was about to plunge his cock into her pussy, she twisted her hips to the side. His dick missed completely, and the head landed harmlessly on her right cheek.

“You bitch,” she heard him mutter, but… was that a hint of a smile in his voice?

*SLAP*

The stinging sensation on her ass cheek was sharp, immediately dulled, then quickly transitioned to a penetrating burn as his hand lifted away. The immediate release felt far more potent than the initial strike, and she could feel the welt already beginning to rise on her skin in the perfect outline of his hand. She let out a low yelp, mostly from surprise.

*SLAP*

He delivered another strike, this time on her other cheek. The sting, the pause, and the increased pain after his hand lifted sharpened her senses, causing each nerve in her body to come alive. The small amount of pain pushed her senses into overdrive, and she could feel every pleasure center in her body pulse in eagerness.

*SLAP*

The third landed precisely where the first had, and the intensity of the sensation easily doubled. Mia could feel the blood rushing to her stricken skin, and as she sensed Mike’s body shift and his hand raised for the fourth strike, she subconsciously shifted away from it.

Right into Mike’s cock.

The fourth strike never came. He’d anticipated her movements and positioned himself to force her to make the first move as she pressed her soaked lips back onto the head of his dick. Immediately, he capitalized on it, grabbing both of her hips and plunging his shaft so deep within her that his balls slapped her clit. The sudden sensation of being filled was intense, and Mia moaned. Her dom grabbed a fistful of her hair as he began to thrust into her. Mia felt the railing slide beneath her cheek to her neck, then to her tits, and then her waist. The man’s forceful fucking kept pushing forward until her hips were trapped against the rail and she could go no farther.

When she reached this point, the man delivered another stroke… and held it. He’d sunk as deep as he could seemingly go, but after a split second, the man pushed forward, pivoting his hips and rotating them in such a way that he sunk an inch deeper. Mia’s mouth opened as she felt the  head of his dick press against her cervix, but no sound came forth. She was being manhandled, and she knew it.

Mike used her hair as leverage and pulled back, increasing the rearward pressure to pull her body into his. He began to fuck her again, his strokes filled with passion, eagerness, and hunger. The man wanted to be satisfied, and his desire to feel the release of an intense orgasm matched her own. Mia’s mind was pleasure drunk, overcome with endorphins as she felt an orgasm rising inside of her. She was aware of various sensations as her attention drifted. The feel of his hips on her ass. How the slight pain from her bound wrists, pinned hips, and stinging skin sharpened the pleasure of the moment. The way her cunt expanded and then closed with every ramming stroke. How her neck felt stretched when her head was forced back. The sound of his breathing.

She noticed the latter increase, and his grunts become more visceral. “I’m going to fill you up, baby girl. You’re going to take every ounce of this cum, and you’re going to like it. I’m making you my dirty little slut.” The words and frenzied pace of his thrusts pushed her over the edge. Mia began to cum, and her moans grew louder. At the feel of her pussy convulsing around his member, Mike’s orgasm launched into full force.

Mia felt his cock begin to pulse. The sensation of heat filled her as stream after stream of his cum coated the walls of her pussy. His strokes continued in an almost frenzied fashion, forcing his milky white cum out of her, dripping down his balls. The furiosity of his orgasm heightening her own, and she pressed back against him. No longer the brat, she was fucking back, hungrily begging for him with her body.

The pace slowed as their pleasure subsided. Eventually, both partners came to a stop, Mike’s cock buried deep inside of her. He refused to move, and both could feel the other breathing deeply, their chests heaving from both the exertion and the excitement. Mia felt her dom’s hands under her arms as he lifted her upward into a standing position; his movements were dominant and controlling, but also gentle and affectionate. Mia’s eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of his hands sliding up her body, gripping her waist, then massaging each of her perfect, voluptuous tits. She leaned back against him, her head resting against his chest.

Mike released one of her boobs, lifting his hand to her throat and then her chin. He gently turned her head to the side, tilting it upward to look back over her shoulder. The man leaned forward and down, and their lips met in a kiss. The interaction was slower, but the intimacy was even deeper than it had been before. There’s something that happens when a dom has just claimed and owned you. When you’ve pushed back, not restraining yourself out of fear that he would be threatened and withdraw, but rather emboldened by the knowledge that nothing would stop him from taking you–that was a feeling like none other she’d experienced.

As they kissed, she felt his cock slowly soften and gasped into his mouth as it finally slipped from between her shaved pussy lips. The woman shivered, focusing on the pleasurable sensation of their cum dripping down her thighs.  Mike released her other breast, then pressed his fingers between her legs. He invaded her pussy, exploring her womanhood as his digits became soaked in their combined juices. Withdrawing his fingers, he pulled his mouth away from hers. Still holding her chin so that she was facing him, he placed his fingers into his own mouth and sucked their cum off of them.

“Hmmm,” he moaned satisfactorily. Leaning forward once again, he plunged his tongue into Mia’s eagerly waiting mouth. She tasted their sweet juices on his lips, and after a moment, he pulled back. A smile spread across his face as his eyes met hers.

“Tastes like you’re mine.”