Rock Hard Neighbor

by Hart, Rye

  I wasn’t sure if I was ready to obey him… whatever that meant.

  I wanted him, but I had to admit I was frightened. He was frightening. This control he had over me was like nothing I’d ever experienced. His black mask was teasing me out of the corner of my eye as mine sat in the hallway downstairs. I was completely exposed to him and yet, I’d only studied one half of his face.

  I pulled back and looked deep into his eyes, my bare shoulders glistening in the pale lighting of the room as I raised my hand to remove his mask.

  Out of nowhere, his hand rushed up. He grabbed tightly onto my wrist, twisting it as he pulled me up from the chair. He pushed it behind my back, pulling my chest out farther for him to behold as my breathing sped up. I was on my tip toes, my breath caught in my throat. His forehead laid itself onto mine as his lips hovered over me, taunting my desire for him as he looked deep into my eyes.

  “Are you ready to obey now?” he asked.

  His lips connected with mine and I suddenly felt as if I was melting. His kiss was gentle, yet domineering. He was making sure I understood who was in control of this situation. He kissed down my neck, holding my arm behind my back as he settled me back down into my chair. He kissed all the way down my chest, teasing my nipples through two layers of lace. My breathing became audible as I gasped for him, feeling him nip at my clothed skin as I tried to tug my hand free.

  I wanted to touch him. To feel his skin underneath my fingertips.

  I raised my other hand into the air to brace myself against him but he grabbed my wrist and pulled it behind my back as well. He held me in place, keeping me at his mercy as his large, strong hands encircled both my wrists.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he asked as his face came back up toward mine. “Are you ready to submit to me?”

  I felt near feverish with lust. My body was flushed with desperate want, and I was practically grinding into the chair to try and gain some friction. My chest rose and fell erratically, as I found myself panting, my lips parted, awaiting his tongue. I had no idea what I was about to get myself into but, as the fire in my gut slowly trickled up my body, it burned my lips as the word flew from them effortlessly.

  “Yes.”

  He stood, pulling me with him as I danced on my tip toes. He walked me over to an area that was completely empty except for a length of chain dangling from the ceiling. My eyes widened in curiosity as fear gripped my throat, and the dark prince suddenly rotated my arms until they were comfortably above my head. He chained me to that spot as my lacy dress hung just above my breasts, my toes barely touching the floor as I dangled there, helpless and at his mercy.

  Slowly, he began to undress me. He pulled my lacy dress to the floor while his hands explored the whole of my body. He pulled my heels from my shoes, massaging my feet lightly before his hands grazed up my thighs. He pulled my panties from my body, exposing parts of myself to him that had never been seen by the eyes of another man. I trembled at his touch while his warm hands slowly worked the corset from my body and, suddenly, I was naked for him as his eyes swam along my pale curves.

  I saw him reach for something before a piece of silken black fabric came into view. He slid it across my eyes, blindfolding me as he tied it behind my head. I whimpered at the loss of the view. The man was beautiful and he was robbing me of the sight of him. I felt vulnerable and exposed as everything fell silent and, for a moment, I thought he had left me.

  But then, I felt it. The smallest fluttering sensation tickling my thigh. I twitched, giggling a bit as it tickled up my stomach. I jerked and danced, trying to get away from the sensation as a smile crossed my lips.

  “I’m so ticklish, please stop,” I said, giggling.

  The sensation was soon replaced with a prickling sensation that slowly started wheeling itself up the edge of my spine.

  I stood desperately still as each prick dug a little deeper into my skin. My legs twitched involuntarily while my arms jolted. I had a sneaking suspicion the first object was a feather, but I had no idea what this pinwheel-type object was.

  All I knew was that it was sharp and one wrong move could have me bleeding.

  I breathed a sigh of relief when the sensation stopped, but then I heard two distinct snapping sounds and, suddenly, I felt fear cascade in my chest. I heard his footsteps growing closer, my body trying to pinpoint a direction to look toward. I turned my head this way and that, trying to see anything from beyond this piece of fabric wrapped around my head.

  But the moment he cupped my pussy with what felt like a rubber glove, the words left my lips faster than I could process them.

  “Please. I need something more. I just… your touch. It… I don’t know what it did, but please, make it come back.”

  He paused, his finger slowly sinking between my slick folds. I could tell he was debating over my words and I whimpered when he pulled his hand away. Had I upset him? Had I scared him off? No, it wasn’t possible to scare a man like him off. I felt his presence wrap around me as the chains started moving, and soon, I was plummeting to the floor as my legs grew weak underneath me.

  But just before I hit the ground, this strong, dark prince caught me in his arms and began carrying me somewhere.

  I felt my back grace something cool and soft, and as I melted into the sheets, I could tell he’d set me on the bed. He lifted my wrists to the headboard of the bed, placing something fuzzy around both of them that rooted me to the spot. I moved my wrists around, trying to see if I could get free, but all the writhing I was doing was simply putting my body on display for him further.

  “You are beautiful, my little songbird,” he said.

  I stopped at his words, my back settling to the bed as the impact of his phrase echoed through me. Beautiful?

  He thought I was beautiful?

  His lips were on my body in an instant, the mask and the wetness of his lips bringing out the senses of my skin. I was panting underneath him; writhing and grinding against him like a small, helpless animal. I wanted more of him. I needed more of him. I wanted to experience everything he had to offer as his lips wrapped around one of my nipples. I arched into him, a moan peeling from my lips as his hands splayed out across my hips.

  He held me to the bed while his tongue worked my breast, shooting electric sensations along the sides of my body as I called out for him.

  “Please. Whoever you are. Have mercy on me.”

  But as his lips grew into a smirk around my nipple, releasing it from his warm encasing, I knew he never would.

  If there was one word this man didn’t understand, it was “mercy,” and my pussy grew impossibly wet at the thought of what was to come.

  Chapter Six – Camillo

  I was staring at the most perfect woman I’d ever seen. She blew me away with her naturally submissive tendencies, even if I could see the hesitation behind her eyes. I was almost unbearably turned on by how quickly she had accepted my dominance. She embraced the lust growing heavy between us and it tugged at my chest.

  She was a virgin and, when I heard that, my intention was to show her only a taste of this lifestyle. Just enough to whet her palate before I sent her home, wanting more. Unfucked, not quite fulfilled, but just enough to draw her back into my web.

  Draw her back into my world.

  But the moment my lips connected with hers, a fire raged within my gut. My hands traveled along her supple curves, testing the waters while all she did was roll into me. She was so pleasing to the touch. Pleasing to the eye. Pleasing to my ears. Her soft pants and wanton moans shook the very core of me as I hovered above her, while I tasted the sweetness of her breasts.

  The closer I got to her warm, wet lips, the harder I was finding it to do the right thing and stick to my original plan.

  Her chest was heaving as my head rose from her bosom. I stalked up her body, feeling her shiver fully against me as her lips puckered lightly in my presence. Her desperation to kiss me forced me to bite back a groan. She offered herself to me so dutifully
, displaying every crevice of her as she writhed against the satin sheets of my bed.

  If I delved back into those pillowy lips, I knew I’d never come up until I’d taken everything from her and I hesitated, not wanting to lose control. There was no going back. Once I felt the tightness of a virgin, once I demolished the innocence glowing in front of me, I knew all women would pale in comparison to her.

  I was trekking into waters I had never sailed before, but I was gravitating toward her. Lowering myself onto her. Feeling her chest press against my suit while our lips connected.

  She moved against me, sighing into our kiss as her wrists tugged at the fuzzy handcuffs. I’d fuck her, take her virginity, and introduce her to a world of pleasure that only I could show her. Maybe she was destined to find it. Maybe I was the man destined to lead her into it, but the mere thought of anyone else taking what I now saw as rightfully mine made me shake with fury.

  No, this innocent little songbird of mine who had unintentionally wandered into my den would reach her own version of heaven because of me.

  And I wasn’t allowing her to leave until she experienced everything she wanted to.

  I parted her lips with my tongue, tasting the sweetness of her mouth as I swallowed another one of her moans. Her hips pressed furiously into mine, grinding against my cock as I steadied myself above her. I pulled back and surveyed the flush that had flared over her body. I groaned at the sight as she searched for my lips again, her head rising off the pillow while her black tendrils fanned out around her.

  I reached out and supported her neck while I slowly removed the mask from my face.

  If there was any fear permeating her body, her reactions didn’t show me she was afraid. My knees planted beside her hips, stabilizing my body, while her swollen lips sat upon her delicate face, begging for attention. I reached down again, encompassing her mouth with mine, and suddenly, my self-control snapped.

  Her lips were the softest, ripest things I’d ever tasted. Our tongues dueled like two wild animals. I held her head up toward mine and ran my fingers through her hair, reveling in its softness before I pulled her lips away. She gasped, taking it all in as I exposed her neck to me. Then my lips reached down, sucking in a patch of skin before I began licking all the way down her body.

  “My prince,” she moaned. “Please. Oh my god.”

  At first, I didn’t think I’d heard her correctly. My eyes wandered up her reddened skin while my body settled between her legs. She had called me her prince. A royal title only given to those born of a certain lineage.

  I was far from being a prince but I was not about to rob her of the fantasy she was painting in her head.

  I reached down and teased her entrance with my fingertips, playing with her fragile hymen while she squirmed around on the bed. She was pulling against her cuffs, battling between sinking her hips down and trying to flee the scene of the crime that was about to be committed. Her heels were digging into the satin sheets, slipping every single time she tried to rear her hips off the bed.

  “Hold still,” I said darkly.

  Her movements stopped, and my fingertips slowly slid up her wet slit. I spread my fingers apart, opening her beautiful blossom to me, and her clit slowly emerged from beneath its fleshy hood. I blew on it, causing her to shiver, and her hips raised up from the bed. This poor little virgin couldn’t contain herself, so I would give her one last shot.

  One last chance to obey me.

  “I said, hold still.”

  Her hips dropped to the bed, and a small whimper peeled from her lips. I puckered my lips and blew, watching as her clit jumped with the cool burst of air that assaulted it.

  And again, her hips left the bed, and she bucked.

  I rushed up her body and uncuffed her wrists before dragging her to the edge of the bed. One simple command, that was all I had given her. I laid her over my lap with her ass in the air for me and I could feel her clinging to my legs as she panted in anticipation.

  “You’ll have to be punished for disobeying me, my beautiful songbird,” I said.

  “What?”

  I ran my hand along the sumptuous globe of her ass. Her skin looked so pale in contrast with my suntanned skin. I raised my hand back and smacked her softly, hearing her gasp in shock while she processed what was going on. I massaged the area I’d hit, giving her a chance to digest the situation and then I reared my hand back and brought it down hard.

  She cried out and arched her back. My hand came down hard onto the other cheek. She wiggled around in my lap, looking vulnerable and beautiful. My hands left handprints on her ass, causing my dick to ache harder underneath her flailing body. Her hands hooked around my leg as her ass began to glow a tantalizing red and, just as I thought she was going to give in and call it quits, I stopped.

  I could feel her pussy dripping onto my pristine suit, so I slid my hand down between her legs and slowly inserted a finger into her tight, virginal channel.

  Her body tensed while her walls fluttered around my finger. She was so tight that I considered stopping. My handprints were clearly visible on her skin, causing me to bite back a groan while I allowed her to make her own decision. Her innocence shook me to my core as I sat there with my thick finger buried in her sweet pussy but, the moment she started writhing against my hand, I knew I had my answer.

  She needed this as badly as I needed her, and there was no stopping this train that had started the moment she allowed me to pull her off the dance floor.

  I picked her up into my arms and laid her against the cool satin sheets. She sighed with relief as the coolness hit her aching ass but I soon cuffed her wrists over her head with one of my hands. I studied her facial reactions, the way she scrunched up her face in pleasure. I slid my other hand back down between her legs, finding that swollen little clit that had peeked out so beautifully for me earlier.

  The moment my fingertips pressed back down into it, she bucked against me.

  I circled slowly, fluidly, without pause and without hesitation. I could tell she was being bombarded with feelings and sensations she’d never experienced before. I treasured the look on her face as her lips puckered, sucking in air and moaning while her breasts jumped for me. The harder she bucked, the harder they bounced, teasing my tongue for a taste. But I wanted to see the ecstasy flow over her.

  I wanted to watch her very first orgasm given to her by a man wash over her face.

  “Please,” she said breathlessly. “Please, my prince.”

  My movements ceased and I felt her juices spilling from between her legs. She was so wet for me. So ready for the cock that was threatening to burst right from behind my zipper. I tilted my head lightly, watching as her lips grew chapped with the air she was pulling in.

  I bent down with my tongue and slowly ran it over her lips, causing her to shiver as her tongue tried to catch up to mine.

  “What do you want?” I asked.

  My lips hovered over hers, waiting for the response I wanted. I needed to hear it from her. I needed her to give me consent to ruin her body for any other man that might come along in her life.

  I needed to hear her give me permission one last time before I drowned myself in her.

  “Please, just… show me.”

  In that very moment, I pulled my hand from her pussy and began unbuckling my pants. I shoved them down to my knees, freeing my aching cock as I kicked them off my legs. My shoes and pants fell off the edge of the bed, hitting the floor with the sound of a desperate man ready to venture into new territory. I parted her legs with mine, my fingertips finding her clit again as she gasped and lifted her hips from the bed.

  “Show you what?” I asked.

  “Everything,” she said, moaning. “Show me everything.”

  “Say it,” I said as my lips approached hers. “I need to hear you say it,”

  She raised up to capture my lips, surprising me with her outburst of dominance as she whispered her secret into my skin.

  “I want you to fuck
me.”

  Without warning, I grabbed my cock and buried myself in her. My mouth encompassed hers, swallowing her gasps and groans while reveled in the feeling of her tight wetness. I could feel her trying to back away from me, instinctively trying to get away from the pain she was experiencing. I kept my legs strong and my hips connected with hers, feeling her desperate pussy spread for me while her walls throbbed and pulsed.

  I could feel her trying to push me out; her body trying to reject me. But our lips continued to move with one another’s, even as she whimpered out in pain. My tongue tangled with hers as her urgent pants finally settled into her regular breathing.

  Then, I felt it.

  I felt her body finally relax with a sigh underneath me.

  Now, it was time.

  It was time to fuck her until she cried out for me to stop.

  Chapter Seven – Rose

  It hurt so good.

  I wanted to scream. My entire body attempted to resist, to push him away as the aching sent a cataclysmic cramp throughout my entire body. His lips swallowed my groans while his tongue danced against mine. My pussy ached, and I could feel the war between my legs. I could feel the intrusion of his cock pressing against my walls that stretched to accommodate his massive size.

  But oh, how his mouth felt against mine. Oh, how his teeth felt against my neck.

  The blindfold was robbing me of my sight, but it heightened everything else. He rocked steadily into me, mixing the pain with the pleasure until nothing else was left but the shivering of my body against his. I panted, clinging to the air that was filling my lungs as his hips snapped against mine. I could feel the electricity building in my core as the tightly wound curls of his pelvis raked against my clit.

  He sunk his teeth into my neck and my entire body pulled taut.

  I moaned out into the room, choking on a name I didn’t know as my back arched. I could feel his teeth grab hold of me while my tits pressed against his clothed chest. His hand wandered over my body, feeling every part of me while his hips continued their assault. My legs shook from the feelings rocking through me.