It was the first time I had been fucked while I had something in my ass.
We were rough, almost urgent. He fucked me while standing at the side of the bed, holding my legs up against his shoulders and chest. My wrists were tied in front of me. I got subspaced rather fast, falling so deeply I could barely talk.
He kept me there with slaps, with fucking me so hard I cried out, by clamping my nipples and making me hold the chain with my teeth.
Lately, I’ve found that despite some of the roughness involved in the dynamic, there’s these glimmers of sweetness in it that makes me feel close and safe and loved.
“I need you closer,” I gasped out, the chain falling from between my lips.
He leaned down, continuing to fuck me roughly, and kissed my lips and forehead sweetly. And, all kinds of overwhelmed, I melted just a little bit.