rough – Ivy

Overwhelmed, Part Five

“How’s she doing?” Sir asked.

“Well, I see a marked improvement,” the Southern Gentleman joked. I was on my knees, wrists cuffed behind my back, nipples clamped, gag off. Sir was sitting by the couch, having a drink and watching as I sucked SG’s cock.

After hearing that comment, I pulled back and pouted. “Hey, you ass,” I huffed and laughed. Sir got up and grabbed my hair, holding my hair still while SG slapped me.

“Something funny?” he taunted, slapping me again. “Is something funny to you? Your job’s to suck cock, I’d better not see your face off of me unless you’re licking my balls.”

Sir shoved my face back down on SG’s cock and moved back over to his seat. SG smirked and sat back, rolling his hand through my hair while I sucked. Trying to be a good girl, I kept taking him deeper, to the point that tears were welling down my face and drool was pooling onto my chest and I was becoming a mess.

I pulled back and gasped for breath, only to have SG grab roughly onto my hair. “What did I just say?” he slapped me across the face.

“My face is messy,” I protested. “I want a tissue.”

Sir chuckled, “I know, we like that. It’s cute.”

I pouted, “but I want a tissue.” Sir conceded and wiped my face while SG still held me by the hair. Once my face was relatively tidied, SG pulled my face back down onto his cock.

“I feel selfish,” SG said to Sir, taking a sip of his drink and mussing my hair.

Sir laughed, “don’t. I like the view.”

SG reached down and looped his finger between my cuffs, simultaneously bending me forward and yanking me up to my feet. “Do you want some of this?” I stumbled, nearly falling into his lap, and he laughed. “Let’s take her over to the futon.”

He held so firmly onto my hair while he was fucking me that, when he finished, the imprint of his grip was actually in my hair.

I’ve got a hunch she’s a little bit of a brat.

“But all I’ve ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.”

“I was taught that at the heart of all people, all things, lay raw self-interest. Sure, you could dress a person up nice, put pretty words in his mouth, but underneath the silk tie and pressed shirt was an animal. A territorial, hungry animal anxious to satisfy his own needs,“ Megan Mayhew Bergman, Birds of a Lesser Paradise.

herdirtylittleheart:

Random mid-day sneaking-a-peek-at-tumblr-and-getting-stuck-staring-at-this-gif-for-much-longer-than-is-appropriate thoughts:

One thing that appeals to me about the Daddy/Little dynamic more so than the traditional Dom/Sub dynamic is that I get to still be treated as precious, even when I’m being roughed up. Moments of tenderness are so powerful when they’re in the midst of (consensual) violence.

Heart gets it.