#unexpected good times

I wrote this up the day after it happened, and I like the title and the first part, so I’m leaving it, even though the “last night” in question happened weeks ago.

Last night, Reaction Junkie and I played like we haven’t in far too long. We were trying to be productive, and I asked him to order me around, if he was up for it. And boy, did he. He called me names, hit me, and reminded me of my place. I got much more done than I would have otherwise, and enjoyed doing it for more.

Later, when we were relaxing on the couch watching HIMYM in out underwear (that’s love), he started scratching my back. It felt good, so I asked him to keep doing it. When he continued, he started scratching deep and hard, which still felt good, but in a very different way. Next, he had me in my side and started hitting the back of my thigh. He punched and slapped, hitting me hard with both hands. I went to block once or twice, and he ordered me to keep my hands by my sides. I complied, although it was hard as I watched his hands slamming into me and felt the impact deep in my body. He threw in some elbowing and kneeing, and I relaxed and reveled in the pain.

After he stopped, we continued watching, and eventually he began rubbing my cunt. I closed my eyes and got into it. I got close to cumming a couple times, but kept getting distracted by the show. Eventually, I asked him to turn it off. Reaction Junkie shut off the tablet, and kept touching me. After a few minutes, he told me, “Crawl to the bedroom and use your vibrator to get yourself off.” I grinned, got off the couch, and crawled to the bedroom. Once there, I grabbed a vibrator and climbed into bed. I held it to my clit and started fantasizing.

Reaction Junkie joined me after a couple minutes. He lay next to me for a moment, watching me. Then he got on top of me. Next thing I knew, there was a hand over my mouth, holding my nose shut and cutting off my air. I struggled, a futile action, of course, and when he finally allowed me to breathe again, I gasped for air. When he put his hand around my neck and squeezed, I felt my consciousness drift a little and the edges of my vision start to grey. Reaction Junkie let go well before I was close to going out, but even that little bit gave me a rush.

Intermixed with the breathplay and choking, Reaction Junkie lobbed insults at me and growled threats in my ear. He used his hands to hurt me. He hit me, of course, but he also found just the right places to press in and make me grit my teeth and groan. I’d missed the rush of this kind of spontaneous degradation, fear, and pain. I was so turned on by everything being inflicted on me that my pain tolerance shot through the roof. When Reaction Junkie leaned over and dug his teeth into my arm, I moaned and savored the deep pain that resulted. When he let up with the bite, he quickly followed up by punching the exact spot he’d just released. I yelped, and when he started squeezing the area, I sucked in my breath at the building agony.

As he was doing all this to me, I continued to press the vibrator against my clit. I had started out this masturbation session by fantasizing. When Reaction Junkie came in, I’d been distracted from my fantasy. But I soon found I didn’t need it. Normally I have to fantasize pretty hard, and it can be quite a bit of work for me. This time, though, I didn’t have to put in much of my own work to get off. I sunk in to the experience, the fear, the feeling of his weight on me, the pain, the words he was saying to me. And I came, capping off an unexpectedly wonderful evening with an orgasm.