Prussia knew better than to let herself get genuinely angry; she knew he was simply trying to provoke her, that he was indeed ‘asking for it.’ Still, when she grasped his cheeks between the fingers and thumb her right hand and forced his mouth open, she was perhaps a bit more rough than she would otherwise have been. Not wasting any time, she forced the metal ring of the gag into Romano’s mouth before releasing his cheeks, immediately thereafter tugging the leather straps back behind his head and fastening them snugly. “Try talking shit now, bitch,” she couldn’t resist turning the insult back against him.
Romano did indeed try, but all that came out were incomprehensible noises and a dribble of saliva.
“I like you much better like this,” Prussia commented, “not able to use that filthy, whore mouth.” She paused, pretending to think. “But then what part of you can I use? Hmmm…”
Romano tried again to wriggle out from underneath her, fighting with all his might, scratching and throwing elbows and attempting to spit at her, but only causing more spittle to drip down his chin. He dug his heels into the bedsheets and tried to kick his way out, but to no avail; Prussia’s thighs gripped his sides tightly and her body simply moved along with Romano’s.
When Prussia at last managed to get ahold of his wrists, she grappled with Romano until she’d finally pinned them down against the bedsheets. Both of them panting now from the struggle, she looked down into his eyes and repeated, “I asked you a question. What part of you should I use next, hmm?” Romano grunted through the gag, still unintelligible. Prussia pretended to understand him. “Your ass? Oh, that sounds like an awesome idea! How did I not think of that?” She patted his cheek mockingly. “I guess I’ll be nice this time and use the dildo you actually picked out…” Prussia then raised herself up onto her knees and loosened the harness, enough to remove the large purple dildo and replace it with the orange ribbed one. Tightening the harness back up, she began to move backward down Romano’s body, until she found herself between his thighs. He threw a kick at her, managing to hit her in the shoulder, before she wrapped her arms tightly around his thighs and tugged his body close to her hips. It was almost embarrassing how much stronger she was than Romano, how easily she could manipulate his body. “Hey, I’m being generous here, using the one you wanted! You should treat a lady better.” Romano grunted something rather loudly at that. “All right, another question. Do you want me to take you like this,” she tugged his body toward her cock meaningfully, “or flip you over and take you from behind?”
Romano stared at her blankly, as if to ask, how the fuck am I supposed to answer?
“Okay, nod if you want it this way,” she tugged at his legs again.
Romano shook his head.
“Fine with me!” Prussia grinned as she scooted back further so that Romano could flip over. Instead, the Italian took this wonderful opportunity to aim a kick at her head (thankfully, Prussia was faster, and blocked with her arms). She now grasped his ankles, forcing a grin and gritting through her teeth, “You’re not being very nice again, Romano…” Then, deftly, she twisted his ankles in such a way that Romano winced and was finally agreeable enough to turn over. “Good boy.” Prussia patted his still-pink bottom affectionately. “Now stay fucking still while I get the lube or I’ll tie your fucking wrists together too.”
Rather than a threat, Romano took that as a challenge. Even as Prussia was reaching over to the bedside table to grab the lube, Romano was already attempting to flip himself onto his back again. But he didn’t get very far.
Having quickly retrieved the lube, Prussia held it in her left hand as she gave Romano’s ass another almighty smack with her right, hard enough to leave a dark handprint against already-reddened skin. She set the still-closed bottle of lube down on the bed, then wrestled Romano back into his previous position. “When,” she slapped his ass again, “are you going to fucking,” Slap! “behave?” Smack!
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Fight Me 5/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)Romano did indeed try, but all that came out were incomprehensible noises and a dribble of saliva.
“I like you much better like this,” Prussia commented, “not able to use that filthy, whore mouth.” She paused, pretending to think. “But then what part of you can I use? Hmmm…”
Romano tried again to wriggle out from underneath her, fighting with all his might, scratching and throwing elbows and attempting to spit at her, but only causing more spittle to drip down his chin. He dug his heels into the bedsheets and tried to kick his way out, but to no avail; Prussia’s thighs gripped his sides tightly and her body simply moved along with Romano’s.
When Prussia at last managed to get ahold of his wrists, she grappled with Romano until she’d finally pinned them down against the bedsheets. Both of them panting now from the struggle, she looked down into his eyes and repeated, “I asked you a question. What part of you should I use next, hmm?” Romano grunted through the gag, still unintelligible. Prussia pretended to understand him. “Your ass? Oh, that sounds like an awesome idea! How did I not think of that?” She patted his cheek mockingly. “I guess I’ll be nice this time and use the dildo you actually picked out…” Prussia then raised herself up onto her knees and loosened the harness, enough to remove the large purple dildo and replace it with the orange ribbed one. Tightening the harness back up, she began to move backward down Romano’s body, until she found herself between his thighs. He threw a kick at her, managing to hit her in the shoulder, before she wrapped her arms tightly around his thighs and tugged his body close to her hips. It was almost embarrassing how much stronger she was than Romano, how easily she could manipulate his body. “Hey, I’m being generous here, using the one you wanted! You should treat a lady better.” Romano grunted something rather loudly at that. “All right, another question. Do you want me to take you like this,” she tugged his body toward her cock meaningfully, “or flip you over and take you from behind?”
Romano stared at her blankly, as if to ask, how the fuck am I supposed to answer?
“Okay, nod if you want it this way,” she tugged at his legs again.
Romano shook his head.
“Fine with me!” Prussia grinned as she scooted back further so that Romano could flip over. Instead, the Italian took this wonderful opportunity to aim a kick at her head (thankfully, Prussia was faster, and blocked with her arms). She now grasped his ankles, forcing a grin and gritting through her teeth, “You’re not being very nice again, Romano…” Then, deftly, she twisted his ankles in such a way that Romano winced and was finally agreeable enough to turn over. “Good boy.” Prussia patted his still-pink bottom affectionately. “Now stay fucking still while I get the lube or I’ll tie your fucking wrists together too.”
Rather than a threat, Romano took that as a challenge. Even as Prussia was reaching over to the bedside table to grab the lube, Romano was already attempting to flip himself onto his back again. But he didn’t get very far.
Having quickly retrieved the lube, Prussia held it in her left hand as she gave Romano’s ass another almighty smack with her right, hard enough to leave a dark handprint against already-reddened skin. She set the still-closed bottle of lube down on the bed, then wrestled Romano back into his previous position. “When,” she slapped his ass again, “are you going to fucking,” Slap! “behave?” Smack!