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"All right, all right."

"And be quiet. I prefer my men strong but silent." He didn't reply. "Good boy." I unzipped my bag of tricks, and felt for the pocket that contained my police-issue handcuffs. The key was where I had left it, at the bottom of the pocket. A smile on my lips, I withdrew the handcuffs as quietly as I could. "Roll unto your back."

"What?"

"Be quiet! Roll unto your back." Begrudgingly, he did as I instructed. "Now your hands - put out your hands, and close your eyes." He obliged me, but very slowly. He seemed to have lost trust in me. He flinched as the cold metal of the cuffs touched his bare skin, and he was jerking away, but it was too late ­ I had already fastened both cuffs by the time he completely realized what I was doing. "Roll unto your back ­ you need to be punished."

"Handcuffs ­ you like it rough, baby ­ don't you?" He laughed triumphantly, but had nothing to be triumphant about.

"Be quiet." I slapped his white ass then, as hard as I could. The noise of the slap echoed off the walls, rather loud. My hand stung, but I knew his ass stung even more.

"What did you do that for?" he shrieked, angrily.

"Because you won't shut up!" I snapped, and slapped him again.

He groaned aloud this time, his surprise replaced by fear. "Quit that!"

"What, you don't like it rough?" I seethed, and withdrew the softer of my whips from my bag of tricks, the one with the rubber handle, and the tassel-like end. I drew it along his back, over his slender white ass, and spanked him once. "C'mon, be a man. Take it like a man, you wimp!"

"I think there's been a mistake..."

"Did I not tell you to shut up?" I raged, spanking him again with the flat of my hand.

His body jerked and a grimace of pain crossed his handsome face. "Sorry."

"You bet you are!" I ranted, and spanked him again. My hand was stinging, but I was excited now ­ my pussy throbbed as I mounted his still form, and massaged his abused buttocks with my hands. With my right hand, I touched myself, found the wetness of my excitement there, and smiled.

Tommy Boy most certainly had not been expecting this...

"Now roll back unto your back." I ordered, in cool, harsh tones. I didn't move a muscle to help him, but was rather pleased by his efforts to obey me. I thought that he would have lost some of his erection, from the shock of my actions, but surprisingly, he was ramrod- straight and hard to the touch. For a fleeting moment, I held his cock in my hand, enjoying the feel of his throbbing self there... and then I let him go. He would be in me soon enough... and I was ready for him. In so many ways... "Good. Now I'm going to fuck you, and you are going to like it."

Without further ado, I withdrew a single condom from my bag of tricks, and tore it open. Hastily, I squeezed out the air in the tip, and rolled it down the length of his long, lovely shaft. He used his muscles to make his cock stand straighter, higher for me, and I smiled. This was going to be fun... I knew very well the kind of pleasure a woman could get from an erection like his, and looked forward to taking some of that pleasure for myself.

Handcuffed hands before him, he lay at rest, waiting for my next move. I raked my eyes and hands over his body, from his large, awkward-looking feet to his knobby knees, to his protected penis, to his flat stomach, to his sculpted chest, to his wary grin. He was warm to the touch and tense with desire... He didn't know what to expect next, clearly.

I hiked my skirt up to my flat stomach, and dropped the whip that I had used earlier. I fingered my hairless slit in full view of his eyes, blue eyes that grew wide as I played with the stainless steel piercing there. My Isabella piercing, the one that went through my clitoral hood... It was for his pleasure that I licked my finger, and inserted it deep into my crevice, and then drew it out to tease that single barbaric piercing.

I watched him swallow with anticipation, and smiled down at him. I threw my right leg up over the bed, over him, and moved myself into a riding-style position. I was straddling him, with his thick cock between my legs, my throbbing pussy only an inch or two away from that eager rod of his... Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I leaned forward, until I was above him, took his cock in my right hand, and guided him to my moist slit. I slid him over my labia, teasing myself; teasing each lip, teasing him. I guided him back towards my happy little hole, and decided then to let him in...

First, only an inch of him.

Then, two inches... three... and then in one smooth, slick motion, I took his entire nine inches into me, and gasped at how good it felt, to have that big, hard cock inside of me. I was throbbing around him, he was throbbing inside of me, and it was then that I felt the first tremor of what was promising to be the beginning of a truly mind blowing orgasm. I knew my body well... Knew how it would respond to him...and reveled in that knowledge.

With him inside of me, I bore down on him, until he could enter me no further. I squeezed him with my kegel muscles, and heard his gasp of surprise.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked, clearly impressed with the strength of the muscles in my vagina.

"My kegels." I replied, "Now shut up, and let me fuck you."

Still squeezing him, I slid my pelvis forward, ever slowly, and then back, even slower, enjoying how he filled me so completely, enjoying the feeling of having him deep inside me. It was heaven, pure heaven...

The animal in me wanted a little bit of Hell, a little bit of sin. Mine was a molten, angry hunger...an itch that needed to be scratched the only way I knew how.

And so, I grabbed his shoulders, and ripped my pelvis forward, and then back, and felt him stiffen in response. I was going to ride him hard, and ride him quick, until either he came, or I did ­ I was now beyond caring. Like a madwoman I rode him, I rode him with hatred of his cocky nature, I rode him with a newfound lust for life. I rode him with anger, and with appreciation, with angst, and with growing satisfaction...

His erection remained hard and true within me, caressing my inner walls with such sweet and savage intimacy, I soon felt a need to cry out, and did. As the stirrings of my orgasm ripped through me, I cried out "Bastard, you fucking bastard," and slapped his chest with renewed passion. He answered my cries with one of his own, and it was then that I came, with all the force of a hurricane, I arrived at my final destination, and felt a foreign spasm within me, the spasm that was his own release...

As my mind slowly collected itself from the brink of madness, my body shuddered again: aftershocks from my orgasm...Rejecting him in my ecstatic mind, I climbed off of him, and pulled my skirt back down. I was finished with him, for the most part.

I went to the coffee pot on the table in the corner, on wobbly legs, and smiled into the Coffee Mate. "I'm going to make some coffee. Would you like some, Tommy?"

"Uhm...sure." he said unsteadily. I heard the bed creak beneath him, as he moved into a sitting position. "Can you...uh...un-cuff me now? I have to get rid of the rubber."

"Right." With a sigh, I turned around, and walked to the bag of tricks that rested near the bed. Withdrawing the handcuff key, I released him: one hand, and then the other. He rubbed his wrists, and looked up at me with boyish innocence.

"You know, no one's ever treated me like that...and I really...I don't know. I mean, it was weird, but I kind of liked it." He looked up at me with his big blue eyes. "Can we do it again?"

I had meant to break him. I hadn't expected him to like it...

Like I said, I didn't mean to corrupt him - it just sort of ...happened.