Shea Weber is an imposing looking man: tall, broad, beard, and scowl usually included. Considering that even the great Sidney Crosby looks small next to him, it’s easy to see why hockey players and women all over the world alike might be rendered breathless with awe when in his presence.

And yet, it was never his physical largeness that captivated me or made the air hitch in my throat, it was always the smallest of details. The way his voice drops just slightly when he walks through the door, saying, “Daddy’s home.” It’s the flexing of his jawline when he grinds his teeth in frustration or arousal or both. His deep dimples when he smiles down at me with pride, asking if I want to play. It’s the narrowing of his eyes combined with the widening of his pupils when he’s a few inches deep and pressing further. His fat tongue wetting his lips before they’re applied to my skin.

Then, and this is a new development, there’s the tiny chuckle he lets escape when I instinctively pull against the restraints holding my arms above my head, my hands near the headboard. Just like his usual tone when we’re in bed together, this sound comes out no louder than a whisper. Sometimes I can barely understand him when blood is pumping in my ears as I struggle to maintain control over my mind or body. But when I let go, really and truly relinquish control, all is right and clear.

I’ve never like handcuffs, personally, too cold and impersonal. So when Shea, after stripping me naked, hauled out the rope and began wrapping it around my wrists as I sit on the edge of the bed, I gave him a little smirk.

He returned it, wordlessly as usual. I generally won’t hear a peep from him until he really gets going. It used to be unnerving until I realized he was just allowing me a few quiet moments until the sensations he would cause overwhelmed every nerve and thought in my body and mind. On the other hand, perhaps his systematic silence was just another way he expressed his dominance - what we were going to do was never up for discussion. In any event, it served its purpose, one way or another.

Strapped to the bed, unable to lower my arms, my legs shifted, restless with anticipation. I was already wet between the thighs, excited breath falling quickly from between my lips. And for the first time since telling me to go to bed, Shea speaks. “Safeword?”

“Hummingbird.”

“Good girl.”

He walks around the room and I lie still, watching him. His suit coat comes off first, hung precisely in the closet. He works the buttons on his dress shirt before pulling the fabric free from his pants and then loosening the cuffs. The shirt is tossed in the laundry basket and as he turns to face me, he begins to unbuckle his belt, his eyes burrowing into mine. He pulls his belt from the loops, holds it folded over in his hand, still just staring at me with an intensity so strong I feel like my skin might catch on fire in a moment.

My eyes dart between his stare and the belt; the silence thick and meaningful. His one-sided smile is followed by a soft, but firm refusal. “Not today, sweetling.”

I might have whimpered when he tossed the belt aside and slipped off his pants. I definitely and defiantly asked, “Why?”

He returned to the side of the bed, naked but for his black boxers that could barely contain his hard cock straining against the fabric. Grabbing my face firmly with one wide palm he forced my head to tilt and meet his eyes. “Because you want it too badly. And now I’m very disappointed in you.”

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“For what?”

“Questioning you.”

“And?”

“I…don’t know.”

“You should be sorry for even thinking I’d give you what you want when you know that my job is to give you want you need.”

I nodded emphatically, his hand moving along with my head. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry for that, too.”

“Do you trust me to give you what you need, sweetling?”

“Mmm-hmm, yes, always.”

“Good. I want absolute silence from you for ten minutes.”

I know I whimpered at this, because it was always my least favorite game and one I usually ended up, suffering the consquences. Still, I agreed quietly, “Ok.”

He looked at the clock on the nightstand and then kissed my lips tenderly, not even needing his tongue to make me even more wanton with desire for him. Shifting onto the bed, he planked over my body, lowering his lips to the soft skin of my neck. As he moved backed onto his heels between my wide thighs, his mouth moved lower, tongue dancing around my collar bones, teeth then scraping one nipple and then the other.

I breathed through my open mouth and begged my vocal cords to behave and just get through the ten minutes of absolute torture. When his mouth hit my mound, I nearly lost it. And when his tongue licked up my slippery slit, I wanted to scream in pleasure, but instead I bit my lip in agony. I loved to scream it for him, letting the neighbors know exactly what we were up to. I hated that damn game; I still do.

He went on, licking through me, inside me, over my clit, and around my lips. My eyes squeezed shut, I fruitlessly pulled at the ropes controlling my arms and prayed that time was moving faster than it felt.

Shea used both hands to press my thighs further apart, pinning them to mattress and surely leaving bruises with his fingers as he held me down and open. I felt my pussy clench around nothing, hungry for his cock, the tension in my body building to an almost unbearable level. And just when I was about to come, I let out squeak, not a moan or a shout or a groan, but just a tiny nearly inaudible squeak.

Shea’s mouth was gone from my body in an instant and I sobbed out a breath. “No, no, no, please, Shea…”

I opened my eyes and found him kneeling on the bed, grinning at me. “You know rules.”

If I had been able to, I would have slammed my hands down in aggravation. My pussy felt like it was still vibrating, so close to the edge that if he even look at it I would come. Instead, he looked in my eyes and used his strong hands to hold my hips down and prevent me from creating any friction on my own.

“Daddy…please.”

He tisked a little, not unkindly. “You were so close, too. One more minute and you could have been as loud as you wanted.”

Just my luck. I let out a sigh and was disappointed as I felt the excitement that was overwhelming a few seconds ago start to subside, my body returning to a stable level of arousal. He came to kneel near my head, yanking down his boxer briefs to let his cock free. My fingers twitched with the desire to reach out and stroke him. Instead, my only option was to lie there, helpless and immobile as he tilted his hips and used a hand on the back of my head to force my mouth around his cock.

I took him in, as much as I could handle, but he pushed the issue, forcing even more of his length down my throat. He muttered in his deep, quiet tone, “Sweetling…such a good girl. Such a pretty, pink mouth that loves my cock.”

His words were gentle, but his grip became became more forceful, fingers fisting in the hair at the base of my neck to pull it away from my scalp as he forced his cock all the way down my throat until my bottom lip hit his balls. I gagged around him, eyes watering, bile nearly bubbling up and out of my throat.

He pulled out and I gasped in a breath, swallowing down the saliva that had been pooling in my mouth. Without saying a word, he asked if I was ok, rubbing his thumb along my jaw and making me look at him. I nodded and opened my mouth for him again.

He shook his head, gently reminded me of my safeword. “Hummingbird.”

I shook my head right back at him. “No. I want you to come.”

Pressing forward again, he gripped the base of his cock and pushed it into my gaping mouth. He went slower this time, simultaneously pulling my head towards him and thrusting his hips until his cock worked inch by inch down my throat again. Settled in deep, he forced me to hold his full length for several moments as I struggled to breathe calmly through my nose.

I managed not to gag again and he rewarded me with a smile. Pulling back he let me swallow quickly before he started fucking my mouth, making shallow thrusts along my tongue until his tip rammed the back of my throat. I love a cock in my mouth probably more than the next girl, but it was my lack of control over it, my inability to touch him that really got me going.

He adjusted, leaning over me with one hand bracing himself as he moved the other down my body to cup my cunt and press his palm against my clit. The new angle shoved his cock back down my throat roughly as he thrust downwards into my mouth. I felt him press two thick fingers into my pussy before using the wet digits to rub at my clit.

I tried to scream out, but he cock was shutting me up, so all I could do was whine around him as I came. When he freed my mouth suddenly, I let out a hoarse moan and a few deep breaths. Shea groaned, jerking his cock twice before spilling himself on my heaving chest and neck.

“Mmm, open your mouth.”

I did as he asked and felt him drag the same fingers he used to get me off through the come pooling between my breasts. I closed my lips around his fingers, swirling my tongue to lap up the salty, pungent taste of the two of us blended together on his skin. He pulled the fingers from my sucking lips and returned them coated in more of his come. When he fed me the last of it that he could gather up, he pressed his tongue against mine to share it.

He climbed off the bed, steadying his wobbly legs before walking toward the dresser. A content sigh fell my lips; we weren’t even close to being done yet.

When he returned, he settled back between my legs that he nudged apart with his hands. He surveyed me and once again I felt my skin heat and burn. “I love the way your mouth takes my cock. So beautiful and you look so happy.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

“I only wish I could fuck you while you had a cock in your mouth.”

My answer died on my lips as his warm finger rubbed cool lube over my puckered hole. Eventually, I just moaned and circled my hips to rub my ass against his hand.

Shea continued, rubbing me without entering and speaking softly. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Feeling yourself stuffed full from both ends.”

“Yes, yes, I would.”

“I know. You’re such a good little slut for daddy.”

He slipped a single lubed up finger into my ass and I nearly exploded. When my hips started jerking off the bed, he used his other hand to easily hold me down. “Yeah, I know what my nasty girl likes, but I wanna hear you say it.”

“Deeper. Fuck. Deeper, Shea.”

He pulled the one finger out and came back in with two, delving deeper until I felt like my whole body was clenching up tighter than the fists my hands were forming.

“Look at you, tightening already. I could make you come just fingering your ass, right?”

“Oh, God…yes.”

“You are my little slut, so greedy. I just let you come and you want to go again?”

“Yes, please.”

“Tell me.”

“Fuck. I’m such a slut, please let me come. I love being your little slut.”

“Oh, I know.” He pulled both fingers out and I gasped in shock.

Immediately after though, I felt him tease the rim of my ass with the cold metal of a plug. He let the tapered tip slide in and stretch me out gradually. Even with his powerful hand pushing my core against the bed to hold me still, I still managed to thrust my hips down, trying to force more of the plug inside me.

Shea treated me to one of his short, hushed chuckles and removed his hand from my abdomen. All at once he pressed the plug further into my ass, but not all the way and then stuffed three fingers my pussy.

“Jesus, yes!”

“You are my little hungry slut. You wish you had something in your mouth, too, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

“Should I call Roman? James? Let them fuck your ass and your mouth while I use your pussy to get me off?”

If I hadn’t been close to coming already, that imagine would have done the job. I could see it perfectly: Roman’s big body underneath me, his long cock stretching out the ass he warmed up with his mouth and fingers, kissing my neck, hands on my hips, Shea kneeling between our legs, fucking into my pussy just as Roman pulled out of my ass, and then James alongside me, stroking my hair and sinking his cock into my mouth.

Shea interrupted my daydream and brought me back to the present. “Sweetling, focus.”

“Oh, daddy, I’d fucing love it.”

“Never enough to cock to satisfy my little whore, huh?”

“No, never.”

“Come for me and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even miss those other cocks.”

I could only moan and press my hips down in agreement. In one smooth motion he pressed the plug into my ass, filling me up as I closed around the narrow stem at the base. He held me down again, hand firmly on my stomach as he worked three fingers in and out of my pussy, pressing deep and fast until I came hard, oozing wetness onto his hand as I went.

I was still trying to catch my breath when I felt him hovering over me to loosen the rope that was attached to the bed frame. I lowered my arms as he freed them, letting some of the blood flow back into them, even though I knew the relief was short lived.

Shea kept the roped wrapped and tied around my wrist and grabbed both of the loose ends, pulling me forward until our mouths met in a hurried kiss. He broke from me and had a desperate look in his eye when he told me, “On your knees.”

We maneuvered until we were both kneeling on the bed, with Shea behind me. Once more, he grabbed both ends of the rope with one hand, pulling my wrists together behind my back. He tugged on the rope until my back arched and my head tilted back. His other hand wrapped around my body, cupping a breast roughly as he slipped his tongue in my mouth.

Without warning, he used his hold on my wrists to push me forward until my cheek hit the mattress. Two second later his pulsating cock was rammed between my folds until he bottomed out in my pussy. It was almost too much; he’s a big man and he was just so damn deep. Not to mention the heavy metal plug in my ass, which was making me feel deliciously stuffed full, just as he intended and just how I liked.

Holding my wrists together and against my lower back, he started to fuck me, hard, but slow. The snap of his hips made his pelvis hit my ass and the sound of skin on skin was erotic, making me moan into the comforter bunching around my open mouth.

“So wet, sweetling. Who makes you feel this good?”

“Only you, daddy. Just you.”

“Not the thought of Roman and James?”

The best answer is usually the truth. I know he likes the idea of sharing me, but Shea is also a selfish man at heart, unwilling to turn that fantasy into reality. “Not as much as you.”

“Good girl.”

I feel him let go of the ends of the rope, wrapping his long fingers around both my wrists, squeezing them together and against my body. Still fucking me, he brought his other hand to my ass, laying his palm against one cheek and tapping his hand against the jeweled end of the plug. The vibrations from that echo throughout my body and I rush towards another orgasm.

Circling my hips and pushing back against him I urge him on, ask him silently for more. He listens, as always. Fucking me harder, faster, deeper, his thumb on the plug pushed down and then circled the edge to move it inside me, forcing the wide metal to stretch my ass a little deeper, a little wider.

I can barely move, hardly think, so all that’s left is to feel and I lose myself to the sensations: his cock fucking my pussy raw, the tightness of the rope as he makes it dig into my skin with his grip, the cold, heavy feeling of the plug in my ass, the softness of the blanket under my cheek, his sweaty skin slapping against mine, and the warmth spreading through my body as I let go.

When I start to come, he releases my wrists, moving one hand to back of my neck and the other to my hip. He holds my head down, digging his nails into my hip as fucks me through it, forcing me to feel every inch of him as I clench and buck against his body.

I’m so exhausted by the time I’m done, I just let my body go limp as he finished himself off with a few rough thrusts.

Unable, or maybe just unwilling, to move, I lay down on my stomach, let Shea come to me, taking his place by my side as he unwraps the rope from my wrists, kissing every red indentation. And that’s one of those little things he does that just ruins me - the way he goes from relentlessly demanding to soft and gentle. Because that’s what make him Shea; he is not one thing or the other, but everything all at once.

Notes

I hope this is what you had in mind. There are as many ways to Dom someone as there are people in the world, so I just went with a few things that I personally like, mostly because Shea reminds me a lot of my partner. <3