Jesse smirked as his hands moved against Ellie’s clit. She was obviously loving this. He knew what he was doing. Jesse continued to push against her clit, giving her a look to told her to hold any possible orgasm. This slight submission was incredibly sexy. She trembled beneath him, as his hands moved against her arm, massaging the sore left from the rope. Jesse bit her neck hard. “Can’t we just fuck, who?” He pushed her, trying to get her to call him master.
Ellie had tried not to give in. She knew what he wanted. As Jesse’s teeth sank into her neck there was only one word escaping from her lips in the midst of the mangled snarl. “M-Master” She whimpered as her legs gave out. Ellie had submitted. Jesse would know this and easily have his way with her. “Ruin me, Master” Ellie wanted him to be rough, and strict with her. With tequila running in her blood she wanted to be the ebst sub Jesse had ever been with.
Jesse frowned as he heard her fighting, he’d have to find a brand of punishment that worked for her. This was going to be fun. He looked back at her, he wasn’t going to hurt her to much. But he could tell that everything he did was making her wet. He knew many forms of punishment. He grabbed some more rope and used it as a whip to hit against her arms, followed by moving his hand down to her clitoris, using it to stimulate her already wet pussy. “I’ll make you pay for that. That feels good, doesn’t it? You want more don’t you?”
Ellie licked her lips as Jesse turned his back. He was clearly a pro at this. No surprises really. In a trademark move, Ellie flexed her neck, she hadn’t meant to show him how turned on she was, but as the rope stung against her arm, she found him incredibly sexy. Soon enough his fingers were massaging her clit, he knew exactly how to touch her. Ellie tilted her head back and closed her eyes with a soft growl. “Can’t we just fuck, Jess?” She needed him. But Ellie knew she was going to have to work for it. Her legs trembled slightly as he teased her further.
Jesse’s breath slowed as he looked at Ellie, she’d seen him at his worst before. Maybe she was actually someone who wasn’t going to be scared off by this side of him. He pulled the rope closer to him and took Ellie’s hands from behind her, and tied her wrists together tight. He loved making girls submit to him, and he wanted it more than anything to make Ellie submit. He was a true dominant, and though he knew she’d probably be a switch he was going to enjoy taking her as his this time. Jesse had always had a dark edge, and now it was time for Ellie to see it. He loved her, and that’s why he trusted her to not freak. “You’re mine, I own you, who am I to you, Ellie?”
Ellie felt him work quickly, her wrists bound together, the rope chaffing slightly. This was going to get messy and kinky very quickly. She stared him in the eye, this was a different side of Jesse. It was dark and sexy and turning her on like there was no tomorrow. That didn’t mean she was going down without a fight. “You own me? You’re not my Mom sweetheart.” She edge forward and licked his nose playfully, knowing that he’d make her pay.
Jesse’s heart rushed as he saw the look on Ellie’s face as soon as he pulled her into the beach house. He’d always had a weird addiction to bdsm, something that he’d learned from having the sex talk with his dad at thirteen. His fingers pushed up against the rope in the corner, feeling it against his skin. As Ellie kissed him hard as she picked up the rope in her hands. Moving back to the cupboards, he pulled out a bottle of tequila, he opened it and handed it to her. Continuing to walk towards her, he backed her against the wall. “I think you know exactly what I mean.” Jesse usually denied any relation to his father, but he knew that there was this little part just like him.
Ellie’s breath hitched as she caught the look on Jesse’s face. It was one she hadn’t seen before. Their relationship was usual on an equal footing, but there was something telling her Jesse was about to put her in her place. As her back touched the wall she cracked the tequila bottle open and knocked half of it back without question. Her instincts telling her she might need a little touch courage. She could feel herself getting wet, but Jesse was going to make her work for it. Ellie had always had a masochistic edge, it differed so greatly from her usual bold personality. If a guy could keep her in line, then he was special. “Well I’m all yours”
Jesse pulled Ellie up from the ground, leading her away. The sun shown on both of them - Ellie had held onto his hand, as he stood there figuring out where they could go. He kissed her again. They both didn’t care about the old married couple who was still glaring hard at them. Jesse pulled her with him noticing an empty beach house, stored with surf boards and rope. He pulled her inside the house. “Here we are, you know we could use the rope for something interesting”
The tension rose along with Ellie’s heartbeat as her gorgeous boyfriend tugged her down the beach. He spotted the battered looking beach house before she did but once she had clocked on to it, their intentions were clear. Bursting through the door she took in the sights, there was a lot of fun to be had here. As Jesse mumbled next to her she was one step ahead. Moving forward she picked up the rope, spinning it around her fingers and moving back towards him. Kissing Jesse hard she whispered against his lips. “Yeah? And what’s that?” Ellie loved that Jesse could put her in her place, only in the bedroom of course. But it gave her such a rush.