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“No,” I said. The room reverberated with the surprised gasp he gave me. We were in a face off in front of his bed, him bare chested in jeans, his cock straining up beneath his jeans. I was mostly naked at this point in only a pair of scandalously tiny red panties.

“No?” he asked. I could see the change in his face. I raised my chin, my blue eyes defiant and steady as I almost smirked in my rebellion.

“No.” I said smiling. His dark eyes flashed with fire. He was not the kind of top you said no to. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t sure I had ever dared defy an order from him. His good little girl… telling him no, instead of obediently sitting down on the bed awaiting his orders, his words, his will.

*SMACK* I gasped, bringing a hand to my stinging cheek. I laughed and my cunt pulsed in reply. I had expected it, but been too slow, too cocky in my defiance. He bit his lip but I could see his eyes dance as we began our battle for control.

I saw him move to slap my cheek again, but this time I blocked him with an arm. He narrowed his eyes, but I had a surprise. My other arm moved quickly and *click* He looked at his wrist in a sort of shocked awe. The cold steel of a handcuff was closed neatly over his wrist and the other end was in my hand. He jerked the cuff backward, pulling me closer to him, trying to wrench the cuff from my grasp. I let myself be pulled forward and sideways, almost shoulder to shoulder with him. Both hands still firmly on the cuff, I jerked my knee up in to the backside of his knee.. just hard enough that it buckled and he half sat half fell back on to the bed behind him. I pushed my weight down on top of him, and jumped up to straddle him. It was a quick, dirty move, and *click* sure enough.. I had cuffed him to the headboard.

From atop my fallen master, I grinned triumphantly.

“You sneaky little whore,” he said, testing the cuff. He grinned a little and I smirked. I was sure beneath his jeans, his cock was hard and ready even after this brief interaction. I leaned over and kissed him hard. I felt his hand go to my hair, and as he pulled, I bit his lip. We both inhaled sharply in pleasure and pain. The kiss broke as my head was wrenched back farther. He dragged me off him to the bed next to him, struggling to move over me with his one arm still chained to the bed.

We wrestled, my trying to push him off me as he forced himself over top me, in between my legs. His teeth met the soft skin of my neck. My nails raked his bare back. My scalp screamed as he pulled at my loose hair. He grinded in to my cunt, and I pushed back up in to his cock. Both of us were starting to gasp with effort and with want. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, a pained gasp escaping his lips. Wriggling out from under him, I kept my hand firmly in his hair till I could scoot back towards the head of the bed. He refused to relinquish his own grip in my hair, but that still left me with one of my own hands free.. and his otherwise occupied. It only took a second….

*click* “Bitch!” though his hand was in my hair, it was now also cuffed to the bed. He let go of my hair, and I sat up, my back to the head board. He was kneeling in between my spread legs.