by Laine Watson
He fucked me so well—I knew I needed him inside me inside my tight, little kitty. Now, everything was right again. Despite enduring the onslaught of his toys for over an hour, absolutely nothing felt like Zo's dick inside me. Within minutes, I came all over him, my juices splattering all over his cock as I convulsed in pure pleasure. Unable to resist, he returned the favor, pulling his cock out of my flower and spraying, spurt after spurt, of cum all over my body and onto my beaten, swollen pussy.
When he was done, he dismounted the table, which was covered in sweat.
“That's enough for today. You liked it—I can tell.” He grinned, watching as sweat poured off my forehead.
He was right, I did like it, it was just short of being perfect, there was a part of me that both hated it a liked it, but I wanted to love it, so like other times when I’ve had to get myself to where I wanted to be, I made up for the lack of whatever was missing, convincing myself that I did love it. And the only thing I needed to do was touch him for the experience to be complete.
“Untie me!” I begged.
You would have thought that I screamed at him because he grabbed my neck so forcefully, the fear of it hollowed out my chest.
I’ve never been afraid of any kind of sex that has come my way. Is this part of his ‘something more?’ I instantly recalled him telling me, before I said the safe word to give it a few minutes. I calmed down and tried to do just that. A few moments passed as we gazed at each other, my stare was helpless, his was abominable. I didn’t know what he was thinking as I wiggled around trying to extend my neck, my circulation and airways were blocked. I parted my lips and tried to peep, ‘moon,’ but the palm of his hand was pressed too firmly against my throat.
“I’m sorry. What?” he smirked, scornfully, “I didn’t hear you.”
I mouthed it as I tried to turn my neck. My vision started to go dark as I squirmed more fervently and jerked my body around trying to say ‘moon’ but nothing would come out, right as I was about to give up, he released me, letting me fall onto the table and I coughed so hard, my eyes closed as I gasped for breath, trying to fill my lungs up with air.
He kneeled down on one knee and gazed at me with an unreadable smirk. I stopped moving at all, I almost stopped breathing his eyes were so heavy upon me as I stared back at him intensely.
“Moon,” I said breathily.
His smile got bigger, “Good girl,” he said moaning a little as he stroked his cock. I glanced down at it and it was rock hard again. “I love breath play. See how hard I am. I’m very pleased.”
I did good? I thought, still breathing heavily. That made him happy? Did I like it? I swallowed. I want to touch him.
The cruelest part of the last hour was not him scaring the living shit out of me by cutting off my air, it was making me feel like I was in purgatory with what I wanted. At that point he could have done anything to me. My hands tingled with anticipation. Not once as he pleasured me, could I place my hands on his beautiful, chiseled body.
“Untie me,” I said, finally having my breath back.
“All right, you earned it,” he said as he untied the bands from around my wrists.
As soon as I was free, I hopped onto him and wrapped my arms around him. Touching him was almost as satisfying as having him inside of me. I whimpered a little at the satisfaction of feeling his skin against mine. I was exhausted, so I stayed there in his strong arms until he carried me to the shower, where we quietly kissed as the water fell upon us.
We washed our bodies, dried off, and got dressed.
I sat on the sofa and shifted uncomfortably when he grabbed his wallet off the counter in the kitchen.
“Come on.” He gestured as he moved toward the door.
I lowered my head and balled my fists together in my lap.
“Can’t we just talk or something. I haven’t seen you in a month.”
“I’m tired,” he said.
My face faked a smirk, that sounds familiar.
“Let’s go,” he ordered.
I batted my lashes, “Uhm...” I peeped, “Couldn’t I just stay here?” I lowered my eyes.
I sniffed the air. “Let’s go,” he said, not answering my question.
I smiled, sadly and ignored the tiny pinch in my heart as he opened the door and we left the apartment.
Then he took me home.
Chapter 26: What I Want
I slept in soundly the next morning. My body, having been completely satisfied but also spent, needed the rejuvenation. Bear in mind, I said my body. When I woke, it was well into the afternoon. Slightly disoriented, I grabbed my phone, hoping to see a text from Zo.
I did. I also had texts and a miss call from Carson. I didn’t bother to call him back, or check the messages.
Zo: Hey, I'm going to be in town a little longer.
Me: Really?
A few seconds passed. My phone buzzed.
Zo: Yeah.
I sat up in my bed, wondering if he had extended his trip just to be with me. Maybe we could be together.
My phone buzzed again.
Zo: So, did you like what we did yesterday? I enjoyed playing with you.
I’ve never been that turned on or exhilarated before. Maybe I like the fear, and he’s just bringing it out of me. I smiled, bashfully, I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks. Yes, he’s a little rough around the edges, but that’s what I wanted, right? To be pushed to my limits and past them.
Me: It was good. But having you fuck me is always better.
Zo: So we can do it again?
With every waking moment that passed, my need for something deeper with Zo became stronger. I had to think about it before I answered his text.
Yeah. I’m totally fine with just having Zo. I knew talking to Kira would help me figure things out. I want a real relationship with Zo. I want him to fuck me everyday. I want everything he has.
Taking a deep breath, I sent him another text. It was strange but with every text he sent me, I was hoping an emoji would come along with it, but it never did.
Me: I love u. You make me so happy. So we can do whatever you want.
He didn't reply for a few minutes, making me wonder if I had gone too far. Then, my phone suddenly buzzed. I rushed to read his reply.
Zo: If you love me you have to let me fuck you the way I want to.
I was stunned, is that the normal reaction to someone telling someone they love them? My last message to him would have been the perfect opportunity to reciprocate whatever feelings he had for me, but he did not.
My phone buzzed again.
Zo: Come to my place. I miss you.
He misses me? Immediately, I forgot my earlier disappointment. Though a little bit seeped in as a small thought came to my head. That should have had an emoji a kitty one with a sad face. I push that thought out of my mind.
Me: Okay, I'm coming over now.
I rushed to get ready. Midway, I gasped silently. So his birthday is just a few weeks before mine. I wonder why he didn’t tell me before? I recalled how I didn’t tell Carson when my birthday was, but I didn’t know the reason why I didn’t, maybe Zo didn’t know why he kept it from me either. I wonder how old he is. I haven't done anything for him for his birthday—well, he said I was his present, so, there's that. I giggle to myself, forgetting my initial dismay.
I scrambled in the kitchen with my phone and keys in hand. Should I bake him a cake? I dropped everything and looked up a recipe to make a cake on my computer. I had none of the ingredients needed to make it, seeing as I despised spending time in the kitchen.
Relenting, I hurried to the bakery down the street and purchased a boxed cake.
“Chocolate cake. Everyone likes chocolate,” I told myself as I hurried over to Zo's apartment.
When he opened the door, he was bare-chested.
“Hi.” I smiled shyly.
“What's up? I thought you were coming right over?”
“Yeah, but then I realized I didn't get you anything
for your birthday, so I got you a cake. It's chocolate,” I said proudly.
“I don’t like chocolate cake,” he said without hesitation.
“Oh...” I murmured, dejected.
“Anyway, come on in. Let me put it in the fridge.”
“Okay, what flavor of cake do you like then?” I asked, hoping he would be warmed by my interest.
“Uh, yeah ... I didn't call you over here for us to talk about the kind of cake I like. Just take your clothes off!” he ordered brusquely.
I gulped. Maybe Zo wasn't interested in me the way I was interested in him after all.
He really just called me over here to have sex?
It was devastating. After so long, fucking the same four guys, I had decided I only wanted to be with Zo. Now that I had made the decision, despite Zo's disinterest, I found it impossible to tear myself away from him, even if all he wanted me for was sex.
I couldn't deny him. I took my clothes off, appeasing myself. It's fine. This is the nature of our relationship. We just need to get past our physical lust for one another. We'll eventually want to know more about each other on a deeper level. In all honesty, I knew I was just afraid denying him my body would mean I would lose him.
“Hmm, maybe we can use this. You want to get dirty?” he asked as he took the cake from me.
“Yeah, sure,” I muttered as I finished removing my clothes in the living room like he told me to.
“Look at that sexy body. I can't wait to rip it apart. You want Daddy to rip your ass apart?”
I gulped, my body tingling with anticipation. “Yes,” I whispered. My heart raced. No matter what he did, he knew he could arouse me with the snap of a finger. He sat the cake down on the counter in the kitchen and opened it.
“Come here,” he ordered.
I walked over to him, and he took a fistful of the cake in his hand and smeared it across my face. At that moment, I nearly burst into tears, but I held back. I put on a fake smile. He was aroused knowing I was hiding my hurt. Without a word, he smeared more of the cake's chocolate frosting across my body.
Does he really like this? Is he making fun of me? Or are we playing? I want to like this. I want to feel safe, but I don't know what he's thinking right now.
“Let's do it in the kitchen,” he said.
Grabbing my hand, he walked me into his spacious kitchen. He sat me down on the granite countertop, which felt cold on the cheeks of my butt. Then, he spread my legs open and leaned in between them, unbuckling his belt. Just as I thought he was going to enter me, he pulled himself away from me, his eyes lingering on mine. I watched him walk into the living room and grab the black bands that were lying on the coffee table. He opened the drawer, and this time, he pulled out toys of all sizes and material and a light pink gag ball. Approaching me, he sat them, the gag ball and the black bands on the counter beside us and started to lick wherever he had smeared the chocolate frosting on my body—everywhere except my face.
Gradually, I felt safe in his arms again. My arousal returned, as he picked up the gag ball and secured it on my face. Humiliation and stimulation, fighting each other inside of my body. I could taste a little bit of the cake and icing on the ball and I licked it off, turning myself on. I felt like the dirty slut I wanted to be for him. I spread my legs open for him, begging him to get inside me. My flower moistened for him. As soon as I was wet enough, he played around my petals with the first toy. Its shaft was thin, but its head was oval and a pastel lavender with soft white speckles in a line horizontally across it. He slowly pushed it inside of me as I moaned with pleasure. There were two more toys he had laid beside me. After a while, he took the lavender one out of me, substituting it for a thicker, curvy-shaped one. He spun it around inside of me and flicked on its vibrator. As it got warmer and warmer inside of me and my juices pooled around the entrance of my flower, he pushed the toy in deeper and harder, making me hold on tight to the counter. My moans were muffled by the ball gag I was heading close to an orgasm, and he stopped, pulling the thicker toy out. He played a little less rough, putting the lavender toy inside of me again, then the thicker.
Discarding the two on the counter to the left of me, he picked up another. The very last toy he used, resembled a balloon with a short string. It was big at the head and wasn't anything like a penis or a dildo. It looked more like something you'd use for Kegel exercises. This one hurt as he slowly pushed it inside of me. I closed my eyes, my legs spread across the counter. He stared me down, not looking away very often, and when he did, it was only to see how far the toy had gone inside of me. Finally, it was fully inside of me. It was strange and the vibrations were uncomfortable. He swirled it around. As I got used to this heavy balloon-like toy, my arousal returned.
Within minutes, I was screaming, with a ball-gag in my mouth. At one point, all three toys were inside of me. The sensation of forced arousal tantalized me. My screams drove Zo to more arousal. Which kept me from muttering a muffled “Moon.” Though, I was beyond my furthest point of pleasure, all I could do is stare at him; watching him as he stared into my middle, like a hungry monster. My body convulsed, shaking all over, every muscle in my vagina contracting. I had as many orgasms as my body could take and then some. My mind was fried, I couldn't think. Finally, Zo removed his toys from me, the thin shafted one first and then the thicker one. The last one took a while to emerge. Once it did, Zo took the gag ball out of my mouth, pulling it down to my neck.
I stared at him.
“Oh, Daddy likes to hear you scream. I’m so fucking turned on.”
“You like it, Daddy?”
“I... fucking... love it.”
I knew once he said that, dragging out all the sounds and syllables, he couldn't help but climb balls deep inside of me and fuck me properly, over and over again. And that is exactly what he did. With each passing orgasm, my body grew heavier. I was exhausted.
“Let's go to the bedroom,” he said, grabbing me by the bands on my wrist.
“Zo?” I replied, hoarsely, about to question if we could end for the day.
He didn't let me finish. He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom and threw me on the bed. Then, he climbed on top of me.
“Zo?” I began again, wanting to ask him to stop. “N—”
“Shut up,” he said, sliding inside of me. At that point there was no way he was going to listen to me and I was afraid if I didn’t let him do it, he’d get mad at me and this would be our last time together. That I couldn’t have.
Silently, I let him fuck me. He fucked me over and over again, and I said nothing. It hurt, but I still said nothing. As he used my sore, swollen pussy, I came on his dick, shamelessly. I didn't help at all. I just lay there taking it, as he fucked me staring into the ceiling.
Moon. I whimpered to myself.
When he was finished, he fell on top of me.
“Zo,” I whimpered. “I want to be with you. I don't want to ...” I couldn't finish, I had already started crying.
“Fine. Whatever,” he remarked as if it were no big deal. “We’re together. Don't fucking cry. Why are you crying?”
“What?” I asked, confused, looking into his eyes—his casual, non-worried eyes.
“I'm going to be down here for a while, five or six months.”
“Oh, and ...”
“Yeah. So, you can stop whining now. We’ll figure out what happens after that.” He smirked.
I sighed.
He does everything harshly, even getting into a relationship with a woman.
I had what I wanted, on my first try, my first attempt at a monogamous relationship. I had accomplished something I didn’t even know I wanted. So why did I feel a bit empty?
My phone buzzed. I glanced down at it.
Carson? My heart fell into my back and my chest clenched tightly.
I read the text.
Carson: Where are you? I miss you.
That text warmed my heart as I smiled. It slowly faded. I don’t need to get used to that. I
n fact there’s a distinct difference in them. Carson is a boy. Zo is a man. We’re going to be together. I have everything I want.
Don’t I?
