Once many years ago I had a long term girlfriend I lived with. For expediency's sake let's call her Ash. She was about a year younger than me, decorated sporadically with some inside joke tattoos done by friends, and a sterling steel ring or stud in both eyebrows, on each side of her lower lip, and dangling from her septum.

Ash was your prototypical punk rock girl. Kickass attitude. Thrifted clothes. Magenta fauxhawk. Bad cigarettes and great music.

And for whatever reason, Ash and I were ravenous for each other.

We fucked about any opportunity we could get alone. Dancing on each other at a club? We're pulling her skirt up and railing her over a bathroom sink in about twelve minutes.

Long roadtrip? Rest stop hand jobs behind the blackout tint of my windows. Not only could we not keep our hands off each other, but Ash LOVED cumming for me when I was preoccupied or away.

She would send me videos masturbating, or videos she took of us fucking when I was at work or in class. She would text a running commentary on what she was feeling at the moment, with instant replay, zoom, and a followup of pictures where she peeled clothes off and rubbed her pussy for me. Anything she could do for me, she loved doing.

Rose toy in her ass while she rides me in thigh highs? Done.

Touching herself through her panties while we make out on the couch? No problem.

Blowing me over a lunch break? Absolutely, and a "thank you!" every time she swallowed my cum.

We could probably qualify her as a total sub in our sexual relationship, and without argument.

So when Ash had a request, I was more than a little intrigued.

"Hey, when we know we don't have to be anywhere," there was a pensive and almost embarrassed pause as she contemplated how best to continue "could you just" again, this one sounded like it was going to be big "could you just be naked?"

I felt my eyebrows squish together over my eyes. This was not at all a distasteful request, but I abhorred my own nude form. I suppose we're our own worst critics. "I could do that, I'm not going to cook naked." Safety first. "Why, though?"

I'm not some chiseled Adonis you'll see gracing the hot guys calendar. I'm a gangly, nearly hairless, indoors kinda boy. My glasses make me look smart, and the worst compliment I've ever received was that I was "hot for a nerd."

"I like looking at you, I like the way your swaying hippy walks make your butt and big thighs clench" Ash stared into my eyes hungrily "it makes me want to bite your muffiny ass." She lunged like a pouncing tigress and growled into my neck and chest as she took playful nips and gnaws at my shirt. Her teeth made a clicking sound as the fabric pulled free beyond what its elasticity could bear. She looked a little crazed, but in a playful way.

"Stahp!" I tussled with her a little and gently pushed her back upright. I took a moment to think while she sat perched and patiently awaiting my response to her request. "I suppose we could try it, y'know, when we know for sure we're just not going anywhere."

"Are we going anywhere tonight?" She asked practically bursting with anticipation and wound up energy. I saw her long elegant fingers dig into the seat cushions. She bounced on one thigh to the next without ever looking away from me. Wordlessly, I pulled my shirt off and did that alternating rhythmic strip of working my jeans down off my butt and through my ankles, kicking my garments casually to a corner. My half-hard cock strained and sprung against the waistband of my underwear, and she let out an involuntarily thrilled gasp as I was freed right at eye level. I left my socks on. I know. But we had hardwood floors, and it made my toes cold to walk barefoot.

"Fuck." I heard a shuddering inhale before she continued, "I get to just have this whenever I want?" She said appraising and leering up and down my body. I took a step closer, and placed my hand on the back of her head as she ran her palms and fingers outstretched and flat over my thighs. Savoring her warm and wet breath. She had this blank starving look in her eyes as she pressed her soft lips against my hips and worked her way closer to her prize. Taking long, deliberative pecks in a diagonal line closer. Her warm silky palms trailing inward from my stomach and abdomen.

I groaned and worked my fingers into her hair, doing my best to hold back the savage things in my mind that take over when I'm aroused. I had to resist the urge to buck into her face as she began kissing closer into my cock and I felt the soft brush of her cheek as she crept painfully closer. Appraising me, savoring the agonizing pace. I was lost in a far away place thinking about how badly I wanted to ravish her, but the parting little smack of her lips separating before they wrapped around me snapped me instantly back into the moment.

My fingers dug hard into her scalp and we started working together to slide me over her tongue and further down into her throat.

This was where we were always at our best. Working together on common goals. Her breath picked up, and the soft soak of her mouth and the droning thud of my thrusts were all we could hear in our living room. No pleas, or protestations, only pleasure. The gulping sounds of a thirsty throat began to fill the room as we got more intense, more feral. This aching need to have her was not subsiding, and I let my intentions be known by pulling her by the hair to look up at me, and freeing my cock from her lewd kiss.

She looked up at me with an awed gasp, and the burgeoning curl of an eager grin. Saliva trailed down the length and width of me, and the edges of her makeup were smeared and sloppy from her recent work. She knew what was coming next, but she knew not to get ahead of herself. She wanted to be stripped, placed carefully into position, or instructed. No sense in presuming or anticipating my needs. This was going to come to her, and she was so spoiled that she knew it. That's what that little smirk on her face meant, and I loved her for it.

"Don't look at me like that." I said taking her face carefully in my hand.

"Like what?" She lost her composure and let out a titter of mischief.

"Like you know what I'm going to do to you." She very deliberately worked my thumb into her mouth and took a long slow sucking draw down the length of each digit before popping it past her lips with an indecent slurp.

"Maybe I like reading ahead in my favorite books? Is it okay if I tell you how this story ends?" fucking brat. This is how she asks for what she wants, by telling me I was always going to give it to her.

"How does this story go?" I asked, humoring her.

"You're going to fuck me into these cushions and leave a wet mess of cum all over my face?"

"Is that so?" I played along as the perfect model of placid acceptance. I ran my hand up the side of her head and worked my fingers into her short, upright diminutive mohawk. Her hair was a little stiff and sticky with product, but I caught her eyes rolling into her head as my hand gripped and guided her with firm care to face away into the couch. She knelt onto the cushions, but I pulled her hips and ass upright by the back belt buckle of her jeans. Her body moved with such ease and eagerness that I knew she was thrilled at whatever was coming next. I slid my hands around her waist, undid the button to her jeans, and painstakingly worked the zipper down to free her. I leaned in to give her a reassuring kiss, letting her know that she was going to be cared for but handled roughly as I took her wrists in turn and placed her hands on the back of the couch.

"If you move your hands, you'll be punished." I said matter-of-factly, as if discussing the contents of a grocery list, or when my next work shift was. Her breathing got shallow, and her body tensed awaiting my next move. Her cheeks were flush, and I detected a tight little tremor running all throughout her body. I pulled her pants down to her hips exposing a pair of cotton striped panties that perfectly framed her round ass.

"How am I supposed to fuck you with these on? Take them off." Ash immediately and thoughtlessly complied, reaching back with her chin resting on the top of the seat, she worked her panties down off her pleasantly full, round butt. "And what did you just do?" My voice was artfully devoid of any emotion or surprise.

She let out a startled little yelp, realizing she had dove headfirst into the trap. To this day, I don't know if she did it on purpose, but that hardly matters. I brought my hand down with a keening resounding slap on her ass. "What did you just do?" My voice remained level, not even bemused or coy. Her thumbs were still hooked into her panties that had been pulled down to just above her knees.

"I moved my hands." She confessed. I answered with another clapping, loud spank. Her response was a thrilled muffled groan into the fabric in front of her face.

"Correct." I said flatly, bringing a third hard verdict down. She was already wet from getting my cock down her throat, but this was also not alleviating her arousal. The poor girl was getting quite tightly wound. She bit the top of the couch and squeezed her eyes tight as I brought another ringing clap on her ass. I loved the feeling of the shock and reverberation through her cheeks, and the shuddering glee trilling throughout her body.

"Where are your hands supposed to be?" I asked, punctuating with yet another slap that stung the whole surface of my hand.

"On the headrest thing?" She asked timidly. Ash rather pointedly did not move her hands without being instructed directly. I answered with another hard reverberating spank.

"That was wrong!?" She sounded absolutely cheated and stung by the trick.

"Where are your hands supposed to be?"

"On your cock?" Another blow landed on her reddening rear end. "Fuck! I don't know!" She didn't sound the least bit discouraged, she had barely pushed down an excited grin creeping upward at the edge of her lips. That fathomless hunger deep in her eyes was catching from a flicker to a blaze.

I brought my hand back for another swing, and Ash bit her bottom lip with exhilarated glee. "Wherever I tell you, my love." I said landing feather soft, resting my hand on her rump. The sudden pullback clearly did something to her as she buried her face into the cushiony mound in front of her and blew a muffled howl into it.

We positioned her a little more comfortably leaning into the cushions as I placed her hands behind her back. "What are the rules?"

"I can't move my hands." She responded taking care to keep her fingers wrapped around the alternate wrist.

"Correct." I felt that Ash had been through enough, and frankly my brain was getting a little less focused on our game. I started by feeling the wetness exposed after she pulled her panties down for me, and it was there that I began to rub and caress the soft lips of her pussy. I borrowed some of that wetness to briefly stroke my achingly hard cock, but that dalliance was only momentary. I wanted to focus on her. I wanted to pique that wild part of her mind and let it feed until she was satisfied, so I turned my fingers back to important work before me.

I teased her, I felt her, I caressed her. I edged and rubbed against the hood of her clit before I penetrated her with my fingers. A slick cooing gratitude escaped deep from her lungs as I started curling and crossing digit over digit. I felt the radiating warmth of her exquisite body. I found myself gently resting my lips where I had reddened her ass. and left tight nips of bites along her hip and thigh, all the while building the discordant chorus of her pleasure, all the while she desperately held her hands together. It was obvious that the frustration of her task had made this more intense. I sensed a burgeoning rebellion in her as she flicked her gaze back to me. It was a simmering contempt, that she knew she didn't HAVE to play along in our game, that she could just as easily lose, and get fucked however she asked. I felt that challenge as she locked eyes with me, and I worked faster to assert that my way was going to be better. She came in rippling pulsing raving waves, cursing and groaning into wet fabric from where she had bit down or contained some of her more outraged protestation. She dripped pleasantly down my fingertips to my wrist, but she managed to keep her wrists locked as her thighs and knees shuddered at the release of her orgasm. She looked back with a silent, smug, searing sense of superiority. I took this opportunity to soak the full length of my cock with her, and taste her remnant exultation off my fingers.

"Was there something else you wanted?" I said as I stood behind her, stroking myself inches from her smarting cheeks.

"Fuck you! I'm not going to say it." She defied me, even though the excitement on her face was clearly written.

"I'm perfectly set and satisfied where I am, and how you are if you're not going to tell me what you want." I announced with what I hoped was a flat and dispassionate affect. That may have not been entirely convincing as my hips began to buck into the rhythm of my stroke. I absentmindedly placed my free hand back on her ass and began to idly rub and explore her with my thumb. I felt a staggering amount of my sense evaporate as we got centimeters closer to being together again. I was sure my blank face had gotten more readable and my eyes glazed as my excitement built, and my ache was getting that much nearer to her.

"Liar." Was all she worked out between sharp inhalation and halted moans. Fuck. I was even closer than before. She held her breath a moment as she felt my presence looming even closer.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll be naked and available to you all the time." Well, so much for having leverage in a negotiation. "You can just reach over and stroke me whenever you're bored. Any time you want me, you can just have me." Off the rails. Completely off the rails. And I was getting closer, practically edging her with the tip of my cock. I watched as her body tensed at the calculation ahead for her. Everything she wanted, with just the cost of this admission. But it meant on some level, at this moment, that she had lost this game. Was it even losing for her at this point? The gears were whirring as she began to subconsciously ease her body closer to me, rocking her hips back to meet me as we brushed against each other.

"Fffffuuuuck" she huffed in a blissful whisper. "Please give me that." Her legs pumped instinctively as she slid and grinded against me. "Please fuck me." And with that melting relent she pushed back harder on me, we gasped as we listened to the wet slip of her taking that first long full stroke of me. We were together again, at last.