Saved Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by R. M. Walker

  “Wait—” He stops and turns towards me, frustration clear on his face.

  “You made your decision, no backing out now, darlin.”

  I roll my eyes at the cocky asshole. If I wanted to leave, I would, and there wouldn’t be a damn thing he could do to stop me.

  “Actually, I was just checking to see if you were waiting for anyone or needed to say goodbye.”

  He shakes his head and continues to drag me behind him.

  “I was waiting for someone, but they don’t matter.” Ouch. I can only assume he’s talking about me. His answer, though, instead of upsetting me, changes something inside of me. I’m going to make this man every last shitty thing he has ever said or done to me. I’m going to fuck him so hard he won’t be able to get me out of his mind.

  * * *

  He pulls me out into the foyer, before herding us into the empty lift. A soon as the door closes his lips are on mine, and I’m up in his arms with my legs around his waist.

  I feel the evidence of how turned on he is through his unforgiving costume, making me feel more daring and confident. I pull my lips away from his reluctantly and bite teasingly on his earlobe, making him groan.

  “I’m so wet right now. I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” I whisper in his ear. The lift dings as the doors slide open, revealing the penthouse floor, naturally. Instead of placing me back on my feet, he keeps me in his arms as he makes his way to his room. He slides his arm further under my ass so he can swipe the key card through the lock. The door clicks and is promptly kicked open, then both of his hands are back on my ass and his lips are on mine, as he blindly manages to manoeuvre us into the bedroom. The guy must be a ninja. He stops abruptly and tosses me on the bed. I release a startled gasp as I bounce, before finding myself pinned underneath his hard, unyielding body. He grasps my hands in one of his and pins them above my head; his eyes gaze into mine, hard and determined.

  “I want you naked and spread out on this bed before me. I’m going to grab us a drink and when I get back, you better have these clothes off.” I hook my leg over his and lick my lips.

  “Make me… Sir.” His growl is animalistic in nature, and if my panties weren’t wet before, they are now.

  “Why do you test me on this, Josie?” he mumbles, but he isn’t really talking to me. His eyes are glued on the zipper between my breasts. My chest starts heaving in anticipation when he looks up at me and smiles. This is not the smile of a hero saving the day, this is the smile of the villain who has dark and dirty plans for his victim. Dipping his head, he grips the zipper between his teeth and draws it down, slowly revealing my braless breasts.

  “Fuck, Josie. I’m going to enjoy sliding my cock between these.” He flicks his tongue over one of my nipples making my back arch off the bed in anticipation.

  “More,” I beg.

  “Not until you do as you’re told. I want you naked and on this bed when I return.” He looks at the clock on the bedside table and back at me. “You have three minutes. Do not disobey me, Josie, you won’t like the consequences.” I squirm underneath him, severely doubting the validity of that statement.

  Then he’s gone, leaving me a wired mess of frayed nerves. I take a deep breath and climb off the bed. Stumbling to the adjoining bathroom, I turn on the light. I don’t waste time analysing what I’m feeling, I just focus on unlacing my boots and sliding them off. The stripy socks come into view, and for a split second I’m back in the old Josie’s skin, very aware of what a bad idea this is. I ignore my conscience, and slide the trousers over my hips and down my legs, taking my panties with them. The socks are next. I place everything up on the counter and head back into the bedroom. I climb onto the bed in the same position I was in before, just as he walks back in with two glasses of what looks like whisky on the rocks.

  “Good girl, Josie, but you still have your mask on. I said naked.”

  “The mask stays on. I won't budge on this.” He looks like he wants to argue, but he can tell from my tone that I’m serious.

  “Fine, we will keep our masks on. But make no mistake, Josie, this is the only concession I’m willing to make tonight.” He pops the glasses down next to the clock and walks back to the foot of the bed, taking me in. I fight the urge to fidget under his gaze, though I don’t see anything but lust in his eyes. He lifts his arm and finds the zipper on his own costume, sliding it down. I follow the movement, but my breath stalls when I glance at his crotch and see just how unforgiving his costume is. His cock looks like a fucking anaconda, all wrapped up in red and blue lycra. The suit is pulled from his shoulders and pushed down to his waist, slowly uncovering a muscular chest and a ripped body. The lower the costume slips, the harder I find it to think straight, as the sexy V of his hips comes into view a second or two before the cock I’ve been dreaming about. I whimper in need, making him smile at the effect he’s having on me. Two can play that game Mr. Badd. I bend my knees and spread my legs so I’m wide open for his perusal. He stumbles slightly, surprised, perhaps by my boldness, but he regains his footing, freeing himself from his suit, before kneeling on the bed between my legs.

  “No more teasing, vixen. Hold those legs wide open for me.” I do as he asks without question. When he leans forward and swipes his tongue through my folds, I moan loudly, unable to suppress the reaction the man draws from my body. His teeth graze over my clit, making me jump, but I grip my legs tightly and don’t let go. He takes his time licking and sucking away at me, until I’m a quivering mess and my legs are shaking so hard I can barely hold on.

  “Sir,” I warn him. I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. He lifts his head to look at me, his chin smeared with my juices, and frowns.

  “Do. Not. Come.” He goes back to business, licking through my folds with his tongue, pushing it inside me, before slipping back out and circling my clit. Over and over he works me until I think I might cry, and then he sucks hard on my clit and drives two fingers inside me. It's more than I can bear, and before I can warn him, I cry out as I come around his fingers. He laps up my juices leisurely, but I know I’m in trouble now.

  “Tut, tut, naughty girl. Who said you could come?” The bastard set me up to fail. There’s no chance that anyone could have survived that. “I think someone needs to be punished, don’t you?” I go to answer, but snap my mouth shut when I see the look of disapproval on his face.

  “Yes, Sir,” I whisper, wondering what he has in store for me.

  “Roll over onto your knees. I want your head flat against the bed and your ass up high.” I don’t move for a second as nervousness threatens to overtake my body.

  “Don’t make me repeat myself, Josie.” I roll over and do as he asks, very conscious of the way I must look. I feel him moving around behind me, repositioning himself, and then I hear the tell-tale crinkle of a condom wrapper. I brace myself, eager to feel him inside me, but a startled screech escapes my lips when a hand slaps one of my ass cheeks, leaving a sting in its wake. Before I can protest, three more slaps rain down in quick succession on the same spot, making me arch my back and pull my hips forward to get away. He uses his free hand to hold me still halting my movements. Four hard slaps on the opposite cheek are next, leaving me no time to complain. Then he’s behind me, hands on my hips, surging inside until his thighs are flush with mine. He gives me no time to adjust as he fucks me hard and deep. I can feel the throbbing heat emanating from where I was spanked, and part of my mind rebels. I shouldn’t like this, but I do, oh God, I do, and my dripping pussy is proof of that fact.

  “Such a good girl, taking your spanking like that,” he grunts out, as he sets a punishing pace. He hammers in and out of me and, unbelievably, I feel another climax fast approaching. My pussy flutters around his cock, making him realise it too.

  “Greedy, greedy girl. You like that, huh? Having my thick cock sliding inside you after my hands painted your ass red. Oh, and Josie, the view of your rosy derriere is spectacular.” His words spur me on as I grip the sheets and push
back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Come for me, Josie, come all over my cock.” His hands grip my hips hard as he pushes inside me with a roar, filling me up and triggering my own release seconds later. My pussy contracts around him, milking his cum from his body until we are both spent and we collapse onto the bed. When my senses finally return, I check to make sure the mask is in place before looking over at him, finding him watching me.

  “You okay? It wasn’t too much?” I shake my head, feeling strangely choked up.

  “It was wonderful.” He leans over and presses a sweet kiss to my lips, before crawling off the bed to deal with the condom. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do now. Should I leave? Should we go back down to the party and pretend that this never happened? I sit up and look for a shirt or something, when he comes strolling back in without a care in the world.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  I shrug. “Bathroom?” It comes out more of a question, but he lets it go and indicates for me to continue.

  I quickly take care of business and wash my hands. I look at myself in the mirror. The mask is still in place but doesn’t hide the fact that I look thoroughly fucked. There is a sparkle in my eyes, a pink flush to my cheeks, and my body feels languid and loose. For the first time in a long time, I feel sexy in my own skin. Is this a horrible idea? Without a doubt yes, but I’m going to ride this train until the wheels fall off. I walk back into the bedroom and stumble when I see him lying on the bed stroking his cock, watching me.

  “First I want you to climb up here and sit on my face. After that, I want you to suck me off. I’ve got to know what those lips feel like wrapped around my cock. Then I’m going to fuck you again, but this time I want to be able to watch your face as you come. Sound like a plan?” My pussy spasms in response. I nod and answer with a croaky voice.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Excellent. Climb up here and give me that pussy. I want you to hold on to the headboard with both hands and keep them there at all times.” There’s no time to be self-conscious. I climb onto the bed and straddle his face, keeping my weight on my knees, and grip the metal headboard. I’m worried about smothering him but so turned on at the same time that I have to force myself not to grind down on him to gain some friction. His hands grip my hips and pull me closer, until I feel his hot breath against my core. With one swipe of his tongue my head falls back, and I grind down on his face, completely forgetting about my earlier reservations. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he pulls my hips towards him so he can tongue fuck me into oblivion. He sucks and nibbles my clit, making me roll my hips, riding his tongue as if it were his cock. My wetness drips from me, which he laps up eagerly as he growls in appreciation, sending vibrations up through my body. It sets me off. A wild keening noise escapes me as I clamp my knees around his head, gripping the headboard so hard that my knuckles turn white. I don’t have time to come down before I’m spun and pushed back so that my back is pressed against the cold headboard.

  “Stay.” It’s my turn to growl at him. I don’t mind being bossed around in bed, but I’m not a fucking dog. Hmm… maybe growling wasn’t the way to prove my point. He leans down over the side of the bed and comes back up with the red cape from his superhero costume.

  “Hands against the metal, Josie.” I’m not sure about this. What if this is really a trick and he ties me here and leaves. He must see the worry on my face, as he cups my jaw with one hand and looks into my eyes.

  “Trust me, Josie.” I finally nod and do as he asks. He secures my hands tightly, not enough to hurt but enough so I can’t slip free. He crawls up between my legs on his knees, putting his rock-hard cock level with my mouth, which waters at the prospect of what’s to come. He wraps one of his hands around the base and tangles another one into my hair, rubbing his hot, hard length against my closed lips, before tapping them and demanding entrance.

  “Open.” I do. I stretch my lips wide as he slides himself inside, gently pushing until I gag slightly. He moves the hand that he’s holding himself with to mark how far I can take him, before pushing in again. This time I can just feel him skim the entrance of my throat before he pulls back.

  “Perfect. I’m going to fuck your face now, vixen, and you’re going to take it.” Well, it’s not like I can argue with my hands tied up and my mouth stuffed with cock. He keeps his hand wrapped around his length and thrusts inside my mouth, before withdrawing and pushing in again. He grips my hair tighter, pulling my head towards his dick every time he thrusts forward. I love the taste of him and the heat of his hard rod passing over my tongue again and again. His movements speed up, forcing me to concentrate on my breathing. I hollow out my cheeks and suck hard as he pulls back.

  “Fuck, Josie. So fucking good.” His movements speed up again until I’m not even really doing anything other than taking what he’s offering.

  “Shit, Josie, I’m going to come. Are you going to swallow it down like the good girl I know you are?” I groan and nod, my own arousal spiking yet again as I watch this powerful man fall apart in front of me, because of me. He lets go of his cock and pushes in, gripping my head with both hands and leaving me no other choice but to swallow around him. He calls my name a second before his salty essence erupts into the back of my throat. I watch as the ferociousness seems to seep out of him while he slowly pulls himself free. I lick my lips making him curse under his breath, something about me trying to kill him, but I’m too buzzed to think straight. He sits back and straddles my thighs, stopping me from being able to rub them together and finding the friction I so desperately seek. He reaches across me and picks up one of the whisky and ice filled crystal tumblers. I watch avidly as he takes a sip and swallows. Christ, even that is turning me on. He holds the glass to my lips and tips it up slowly.

  “Drink.” It’s not a request. I sip slowly, feeling the burn as the whisky trickles down my throat, washing the taste of him away, much to my disappointment. He lifts the glass a little too high, making the last of the cold whisky spill down onto my overheated body. He pulls the glass away as I gasp and moan, the cool liquid running in rivets down my torso.

  “Interesting.” He follows the path the whisky takes with his eyes, before reaching into the glass for a chunk of ice. My heart speeds up with excitement as he lowers the ice to my skin, retracing the path of the amber liquid.

  “Oh, God.” The position I’m in restricts my movements, leaving me vulnerable to whatever he has planned. He trails the ice between my breasts, before swirling it around my nipple, making me cry out as his hot mouth engulfs it as he ices the other. I’m on a sensation overload. Hot, cold, numb, then overstimulated, making my brain threaten to short-circuit.

  “So responsive,” he mutters to himself, before sucking the other nipple into his mouth. He teases me over and over, alternating between each breast until I’m almost sobbing.

  When the ice has melted completely, he reaches up and pushes down on the material holding me, sliding it down to the base of the metal design and giving me no choice but to bend with it. He moves off my legs and pulls me so I’m lying flat on the bed, with my arms still restricted above me. I hear the crinkle of a foil packet and open my eyes to watch him sheath his now hard again cock. This guy is a fucking machine. Surely this can’t be normal. The clinking of ice catches my attention and I watch in disbelief as he steals another two ice cubes from the glass.

  “Please, please,” I sob out, begging him for what, I don’t know, but I’m not sure how much more I can take.

  “Shhh… Josie. I know just what you need.” He places one of the ice cubes onto my belly button, making me pant. “Don’t let the ice fall, Josie. I want you to stay as still as possible.” I nod my head, ready to agree to just about anything at this point.

  He spreads my thighs wide so that I’m completely exposed to him, and traces the second ice cube over the lips of my pussy, then around and around my pulsing clit. My body is literally vibrating wi
th need.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I shout trembling with need, conscious of the melting ice in my navel. I can do this, I repeat in my head over and over, not willing to fail the task and let the ice slip, risking a punishment of being denied the right to come. I can do this, I am doing this, that is until the ice between his fingers presses down on my clit and my rigid body arches of its own accord, making the ice slip across my waist and on to the bed.

  “Oh, dear,” he sighs in mock disappointment, but I don’t miss the gleam in his eyes. The last handful of ice cubes find their way into his palm as he smirks down at me. My brain veers from wanting to fuck his brains out to plotting his murder.

  “Somebody needs to cool off,” he tells me, a second before I feel an ice cube gently pressing against my entrance. I try to protest, but all that comes out is a loud moan as I writhe on the bed as another ice cube slides in behind it. He rubs a chunk of ice over my clit again, swirling it around before slipping it down through my folds, and sliding it inside to join the others. Everything else is beyond me now. Nothing matters except my need to come. He grips my ass and lifts my hips slightly, tilting them as the melting ice starts dripping down the crack of my ass and onto the bed beneath me. When I’m at just the right angle, he surges inside. His thick, hard cock pushing the remaining ice deeper inside me. The sensation of the cold against his heat is too much and I come all over his cock, screaming so loudly that I wouldn’t be surprised if security came running in. Cleary it’s too much for him too, as he pounds into me before pushing in deep and roaring my name. He collapses on top of me, his heavy breathing matching my own. Finally, he rolls over and discards the condom into the waste paper bin beside the bed. He reaches up and releases my hands, rubbing at my wrists to help get the circulation going again.

  “Hey, are you okay? Was that too much?” He rubs the pad of his thumb across my cheeks, and that’s when I realise I’m crying.