Tied with scissors Chapter 5.5 – Under Her Contro (extra)

Chapter 5.5 – Under Her Contro

Fabrício was sitting on the couch, distracted by his phone, when Samanta sat beside him. With a mischievous smile, she started playing with his long blond hair, wrapping strands around her fingers.

They had been together for a month now, and their physical intimacy had never gone beyond kisses and gentle touches. Fabrício, always a little insecure and shy, never took the initiative when things got more serious.
But today, Samanta felt it was the perfect time to change that.

— So, Fabrício,
she began, her voice soft but with a spark of determination in her eyes. She gave his hair a playful tug.
— Since we started dating, you’ve never made the first move. How about we play a little today?

Fabrício choked, nearly dropping his phone. His face flushed, and his heart raced.

— P-play a little?

He could barely form a sentence. Samanta had never been so direct, and her tone sent shivers through him.

Samanta didn’t answer right away.
Instead, she reached out, gently tugged Fabrício’s hair, making him look up at her.
“Come here, Fabi,” she purred with a mischievous smile. “I have a surprise for you.”

Without waiting for a reply, she led him to the bedroom, her grip firm but playful.
She gave him a light push, and he fell back onto the bed with a soft bounce, eyes wide.

Samanta walked over to the closet, opened it, and pulled out a sleek black velvet box.
Fabrício’s gaze followed her every move, curiosity and nervousness mixing in his expression.

She opened the box slowly, revealing a black leather strap-on with a large, shiny dildo attached.
Fabrício’s eyes widened, his jaw dropped.

— Samy... what... what is that?
he stammered, suddenly short of breath.
He had never imagined Samanta owned something like that—let alone that she’d want to use it on him.

— Surprised, babe?
she asked, a predatory smile spreading across her face.
She strapped it on with impressive ease, the dildo now jutting out boldly between her legs.
— Along with your cute new outfits, I got this for us to try on our one-month anniversary.

A shiver ran down Fabrício’s spine — a mix of fear and a strange kind of excitement that left him dizzy.

Samanta approached, gently pushing him down onto the couch.
He obeyed, his heart pounding so loud it echoed in his ears.

— Come on, Fabi. You don’t want me to fuck you with your clothes still on, do you?

She teased, her eyes locked on his.

Fabrício, clumsy and blushing, undressed completely, revealing his small, delicate body.
He was completely exposed, vulnerable.

Samanta smiled, pleased.
She moved behind him, positioning herself so the strap-on rested just above his cheeks, the tip pressing lightly between them.
Her presence was firm and deliberate, the toy’s weight a constant reminder of what was coming.
Then, she applied a generous amount of lube to the dildo, coating it thoroughly.
The excess dripped between Fabrício’s thighs, cool and sticky, making him feel even more bare and vulnerable.

— You have such pretty hair, Fabi,
she murmured, her fingers tangling in his long blond strands.
She wrapped a thick lock around her hand and pulled it back with firm control — like she was tugging on a leash.
The gesture was as dominating as it was arousing.

— So soft… and so easy to grip. Your hair is perfect for being used like this.

— A-Ah, Samy!
Fabrício whined, his voice high-pitched as his head was pulled back, and he felt the tip of the dildo pressing against his entrance.

He tried to squirm away, an instinctive reaction, but the tug on his hair kept him in place.
Samanta pushed, and he felt the toy begin to slide into his body.
It was strange — uncomfortable at first, a bit painful — but the situation itself, his complete submission, stirred something deep inside him.

— Ah...

Fabrício moaned, a quiet, surprised sound.

Samanta began to move, slowly at first so he could adjust, then with more strength.
Each thrust was deep and deliberate.
With every movement, she pulled his hair — gently at first, like a warning, then more firmly, tilting his head back to expose his throat.

Fabrício gasped, his neck arched, completely vulnerable under her control.

— Samy, you’re going too hard!
he panted, trying to keep up with her rhythm, his fingers digging into the couch cushions.

Samanta laughed — low, seductive.
She leaned in close, pulling all his hair back with one hand as she thrust deep.

— Don’t you like it, darling?
Don’t you love how I treat you like my little girlfriend?

The initial pain turned into a tight pressure — then into pleasure, sharper than anything he’d ever felt.
The tug on his hair, once a punishment, now mixed with the sensation of being filled — and together, they overwhelmed him.
His body arched, his hips rising instinctively to meet hers.
It was his body’s answer — his full acceptance of the role.

— Ah—ahhhhhh, yes, I love it!
he cried, his voice hoarse from moaning, fingers gripping the couch with all his strength.

He was completely lost in it — surrendered to the pleasure Samanta was giving him.

She picked up the pace, the strap-on pounding into him with relentless force.
Fabrício moaned uncontrollably, the sounds filling the room.
Each hair-pull sent him deeper into bliss, each thrust making him beg for more.

He felt his orgasm building, a wave so powerful it swallowed him whole.
His muscles tensed and spasmed, and he came hard, feeling empty and full all at once — a sweet, aching void left inside him.

Samanta slowed down, the dildo still inside him, and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
She kissed his sweaty neck and gently played with his nipples.

— Not only are you my little dress-up doll…
now you’re also my little sex doll.

Fabrício, still panting and exhausted, felt his face burn with embarrassment.
Her words echoed in his mind — but the pleasure still tingling through his body made any protest feel pointless.

— I can’t believe… I’m the girl in the relationship, even for this…

he mumbled, his voice muffled against her shoulder.

Samanta laughed — a victorious sound.
She pulled away slightly, letting the dildo slip out of him.
Then she knelt in front of him and lifted his head by his now-tousled hair.
Looking straight into his eyes, she said:

— You always complain…
but deep down, you love everything I do to you.

— I… I d…

Fabrício tried to argue, his lips parting — but the simple act of her gripping his hair, the way she held him in place, left him speechless.
He knew she was right.

— Not even going to deny it this time?
My sweet little boyfriend who was moaning and begging for more?

she teased, pure satisfaction on her face.

— S-Samantaaa!

Fabrício whined, his face bright red.
He looked away — but a small, reluctant smile began to tug at his lips.
The pleasure was undeniable.

— Maybe… maybe I did like it… just a little…

Samanta kissed him again — soft, possessive — a kiss that sealed his surrender.

— So, does that mean you’d like to try it again sometime?

Fabrício hesitated for a moment.
The embarrassment was still there… but so was the craving.
He sighed, his stubborn smile growing just a little.

— O-okay… but only because I love you…
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Hey everyone!
I decided to make a non-canon bonus chapter showing the couple’s first time together. Since the main book is meant to stay completely SFW, I wanted to create this extra scene as a nice little bonus for those who support me financially.

I'm reeeally behind on this week’s posts, so I had to simplify the background a bit and couldn’t give image 4 the attention it deserved — the anatomy ended up pretty rough, sorry about that.

I also had to take a bit of a “hiatus” from the main story because this bonus chapter is hentai, and my time has been pretty limited to draw sex. From now on, I’ll try to go back to posting weekly chapters— 3 times a month.

I ended up spending about 4 days focused on studying (art and tools to improve my work), and also spent a lot of time looking for a good, not-too-expensive monitor to help with my workflow. So yeah… I’m super behind on everything.

I did manage to find a monitor that I hope will be solid, but man, it’s frustrating how insanely expensive everything is in Brazil — and the options here are so limited. I paid $330 for a monitor that costs under $200 in the US. And that was literally the best option available here that met all my needs (IPS, low brightness, QHD, and good color accuracy).

I’ll do my best to post the final chapter of Bimbo Something this week, but if I see I’m not going to make it, I’ll at least post something simpler so Friday doesn’t go by with no new post at all.