My fingers are gripping her hips so hard as I pound my strap-on into her from behind, I know she’ll be bruised tomorrow.

She’ll love it. Tomorrow, I’ll gently kiss the marks I’ve made on her porcelain skin — not necessarily apologizing, but rather celebrating the evidence of our lust. But that’s tomorrow.

For tonight, I get to unleash that barely civilized part of me that I normally have to restrain. As a woman, I’m not supposed to have this side. I’m supposed to be nurturing and soft. I don’t give a fuck. Tonight, I want to be rough and masculine, refusing to feel guilty for taking exactly what I want.

I’m in full drag, dressed as a man in a power suit. We’ve been role-playing all night, letting me tap into that male side of myself that usually gets smothered. I love being a woman, but sometimes I just want to fuck someone.

I pull out and grab her by the hair to turn her around. Before she has time to protest, I slap her cheek lightly to make her open her mouth. I press my dick between her lips and slide it all the way into her throat. It turns me on that she can taste herself on the silicone dildo.

If I was being polite, I would stop there, but I’m not. I feel the resistance of her throat and keep pushing, imagining what it would feel like to have it squeezing tightly around me. It’s in moments like this that I feel penis envy most keenly.

She’s gagging now but doesn’t try to fight me. She can’t breathe once my dick blocks her airway, but she wants to please me more than she wants oxygen. I hold her there for an instant longer, feeling her start to panic before I release her hair and let her collapse panting to the ground. Her makeup is smeared where her eyes have been streaming tears. Snot and drool cover her chin — and all of this simply makes her more attractive to me. Raw sex is messy. If that makes you uncomfortable, you’re missing the best parts.

I push her down on her back and she instinctively raises her legs in the air, offering herself to me. She’s hardly a victim of my lust. She wants to be used — to be treated like an object.

I attach her ankles to a spreader bar and push them above her head. Her hands are still free, but she’s vulnerable and exposed. Her holes are open to me.

I start fucking her pussy again, and she slides a hand down to rub her clit. I allow it. I want to use her, but I don’t care if she gets off in the process.

She’s moaning loudly, but when she gets quiet and starts to hold her breath, I know she’s getting close to coming. I watch in delight as her pussy spasms rhythmically around my cock.

She’s still trying to catch her breath from her first orgasm when I reach for the wooden clothespins on the table behind me. I clip one on each nipple as she resumes rubbing her clit in tight little circles. She hates it when anyone is gentle with her nipples. Licking and kissing them make her squirm with irritation. She prefers it rough.

She’s getting close again, so I pinch the wooden clamps together even harder and she comes, this time screaming in a mixture of pleasure and pain. That line is what I live for, the heady mix of those feelings that overpowers everything else. I keep fucking her, knowing that since she’s already gotten off multiple times it won’t take much for her to keep reaching that peak.

I push her down and she raises her legs, offering herself to me. She’s hardly a victim of my lust. She wants to be used — to be treated like an object.

I slide my hand into my strap-on harness and start rubbing my clit, too. I’m on the edge of an orgasm but need something more to get me there.

I pull the clothespins off her nipples and squeeze them roughly as the blood returns, making them throb. She whines and shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut.

She’s letting me hurt her because she likes it, and that is just what I need to get off.

I release her ankles from the bar, and she scrambles to get to me. We kiss frantically, molding our bodies together. I love the feel of her wet tongue against mine.

I take a moment to savor how soft she is before pushing her head down again.

“Clean me up,” I command.

She takes my dick in her mouth again, licking her own moisture off it. It’s a tease because I can’t really feel it but want to. When it’s all clean, she carefully removes the harness and begins to lick my clit, gently at first and then harder.

I’m not pretending to be a man anymore, but I haven’t surrendered that dominant part of myself, either. When she finds the exact spot where I want her, I hold her head in place and grind against her mouth, taking the pleasure she’s offering.

When I’ve come down from the orgasm, I slide my tie off and loop it around her neck. I stand up, but she stays on her knees and lets me pull her to the bedroom by the collar she’s now wearing. She’s my pet and I’m not finished with her yet.