by Vanessa Vale
I wasn't going to last as fucking her had been the main dream I had for months. I could feel my orgasm at the base of my spine, my cum boiling in my balls. My thumb ran over her clit, all hard and protruding from her stretched folds, then pressed hard. She came, her back bowing, her scream caught in her throat. The milking of my cock had me thrusting deep one last time until I was fully embedded, my seed pulsing in thick jets into her, filling her. I rubbed out the last of the pleasure, and watched as my cum seeped out around my cock, her pussy overflowing with my huge size and overwhelming quantity of seed. Her feet came undone and I lowered her legs back to the bed.
She was asleep, her creamy thighs coated, her perfect pussy all red and swollen, drenched in her arousal and my seed. Yes, she would be shaved, for the thick essence clung to the dark curls. Dampening a cloth in the washroom, I returned to find her unmoved and was able to look my fill at her perfect body as I cleaned my sticky cum from her pussy.
I couldn't help but feel virile in my ability to render my wife unconscious with pleasure. I, too, was overwhelmed, the room hazy and my body weary from the claiming. Tossing back the covers, I carefully worked her wrists free from the dress, slipped it down and off her body before moving her, situating myself behind her like two spoons in a drawer. Once we had a little nap to replenish our energy, I would take her again.
CHAPTER THREE
RACHEL
Seth was asleep behind me. I knew this because I shifted ever so slightly and he didn't move. He had one arm over my waist with the large hand cupping my breast. He wouldn't keep his hand motionless in such a place if he were awake. I lay there, securely surrounded by him, his warm body like a cast iron stove, emitting heat that I knew could keep me warm on a cold Montana night. The hairs on his chest tickled my back. I felt petite beside him, his impressive size offered me the sense of security. The way he took control, held me captive while he took me gave me the sense of absolute possession. I reveled in it.
In a matter of hours, I'd gone from alone to wedded and bedded. Seth had learned I had a passionate nature, he'd prodded the words from me when we'd stood near the saloon. Instead of heeding my warning and leaving me alone, he'd done the opposite. He, along with a large portion of the town, had dragged me to the alter to maintain my virtue. Even though I had been a widow and the rules varied slightly, one didn't just go kissing on a public street. And this hadn't just been a kiss. This was a claiming. I was as good as wed when his mouth met mine.
Carefully, I rolled over, slipping out from beneath his arm so I lay on my side facing him. His hair was so much lighter than mine and a tad long. It curled up around the bottom of his hat and now, without it, it was mussed as if I'd run my fingers through it. Which I hadn't. The man had been a beast, keeping my arms trapped in the confines of my dress. I couldn't feel how silky soft his hair was, couldn't run my fingers over every burgeoning muscle. I couldn't touch his impressive cock. All I'd been able to do when he'd taken me was...feel.
I forgot I'd trapped Aaron. I forgot I should have been more demure in my pleasure. I forgot...everything. I'd never come before at a man's hand. Or mouth. It had always been under the cover of darkness and alone. After the first few nights, Aaron had moved to a different bedchamber from mine and left me alone. Not just alone, but lonely.
Here before me was a brute of a man, a true giant. I felt his warm breath fan my face as he breathed and he seemed so gentle, so tender. Even with the harsh line of his jaw, the crooked bridge of his nose that indicated a fighting past, I knew him to be so. He'd taken me not gently, but with vigor. Not roughly, but with intent. Intent on pleasing me, on showing me that my pleasure was his pleasure. What made me aroused made him equally so, if not more. I felt safe in sharing my carnal desires.
I had no knowledge of the time it took to want again, but it seemed with Seth, it was a very short duration. I knew not how long I napped, but I was ready for him again. My inner walls clenched in anticipation of his cock sliding in and out of me. My clit pulsed, wanting to feel his tongue. My lips tingled in need of his kiss.
He'd had his opportunity to study me, to work my body like an instrument, and now the turn was mine. I lowered the sheet down over his hip to expose his cock, partially erect even in sleep. Tentatively and very lightly, I ran my finger over the wide crown, warm and silky soft. As I circled the ridged edge, it grew before my eyes, lengthening and thickening so it extended out from his body and curved toward his navel. The thatch of hair at its base was slightly darker than on his head and his balls were large and heavy. He was the perfect male specimen, his virility blatant.
"Wrap your hand around it," Seth murmured, startling me.
My eyes flew up to meet his, his blue ones clear and intent on my face. I felt like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar and pulled my hand free.
"No. Don't stop."
I read no malice in his tone or his expression so I lowered my gaze and my hand back to his cock. I did as he said and held it in my grip, although my hand was so small that I couldn't grip it all the way around. Sliding my hand down to the base, Seth hissed through closed teeth.
"Am I hurting you?" I whispered. As I did so, clear fluid seeped from the slit at the top.
"See that, it shows how much I want you."
I dipped my thumb in the wetness and smeared it over the large head. I moved my hand up and down the length as if he were deep inside of me, although my actions were primitive and fumbling. It was so hard like a club, yet soft to the touch and silky smooth. I wondered what he tasted like. Glancing up at him to gauge his reaction, I saw that his eyes were closed, his jaw clenched tightly. He'd said he wasn't in pain, so it must be arousal. I felt wetness on my pussy and thighs as I, too, felt the need build.
Lowering my head, I kept a firm grip of the base and flicked my tongue over the weeping slit.
Seth's entire body bucked off the body. "Holy hell, woman." His voice was loud in the room. "That's fucking incredible. Do it again."
At first I thought him mad, but then I realized I'd stunned him, just as he'd done for me when he'd put his mouth on me. Shifting, I moved to my knees and bent forward so I could take more of him. More fluid dripped down his length and I licked it up, my tongue following a bulging vein as it did so. He tasted salty and musky, the scent of him filling my nose; clean and male and something entirely all Seth. I opened my mouth wide to take the plum shaped top, then relaxed to slide down further. I couldn't take his full length, he was just too large, but I grasped the base in my hand and worked as much of it as I could.
Before I could register what Seth was doing, he'd grabbed my hips and lifted me so I was astride him, then pulled me back so that his mouth was on my pussy. "Seth! What are you doing?"
I turned to look at him over my shoulder and he peeked at me from around my thigh. "If you're going to have a little snack, I want one too."
He grinned and then went back about his task, making a sigh escape my lips. The man had a wicked tongue, for it was moving over my clit in a way that had me squirming. It was hard to focus on his cock with the very focused attention he placed on me, but I took him back into my mouth. When he slipped fingers inside me—I knew it had to be more than one by the way I was stretched wide—I lifted my head once again. "Seth, it's my turn to play."
He lifted me off of him and tossed me across the bed as he came up on his elbow. "You want to play, baby?" He raised an eyebrow to match his question, his finger drawing a small circle on my thigh.
His bobbing cock was wet and glistening from my mouth, red and almost angry looking. It needed attention, that I could tell.
I nodded and licked my lips, longing to taste him some more.
"The only way you'll be in control is if you tie me down." He lifted his arm and knocked the metal slats with his fingers. His words had me meeting his gaze. "There's some rope in the kitchen on a hook by the door."
I looked at him in surprise at his offer to tie him to the headboard. He just tilted his head in the
direction of the door. The idea that I could have my way with him held merit...and fun. I'd be able to run my hands over his body, feel every hard inch of him, learn the shape and contours of a man. Play with his burgeoning cock. I scooted off the bed and picked up my dress.
"No dress." He shook his head and raked his gaze over my body. "I want you naked as you walk through the house." My face must have shown the uncertainty that I felt. "No one else is here, baby. You're safe."
The air was warm but I shivered at the idea. Eagerness to have Seth at my mercy was stronger than my need for modesty and I walked in my bare feet down the hallway to the stairs. I hadn't had a chance to see much of his house before as I was in Seth's arms, but I took in the vast size of his home and realized my husband was not without means. He did own one of the town's thriving silver mines, so it was not a surprise. I found the kitchen at the back of the house, a large room that had conveniences such as a pump sink and a modern cast iron stove. A large table was positioned in the middle of the room which seemed to serve as a place to prepare food but also to eat meals. I found the coils of rope that hung from pegs by the exterior door and took a short length down. When I turned around, I bumped into Seth's broad, solid chest.
"Oh!"
His big hands took hold of my upper arms to steady me. As I looked up at him, he took the rope from me.
"Seth, I thought—"
He turned us both, as if in a dance, and walked me backward so the backs of my thighs bumped into the table. I felt every inch of his nakedness, his cock, hard and thick, pressed into my belly.
"I said the only way you could take control was if you tied me up." He placed the rope on the table behind me and stroked my wild hair back from my face. "We've been married two hours, baby. Do you think I've done everything I've been dreaming about yet?"
"Um, well...." As lusty as he was, his question appeared rhetorical.
"You led me on a merry chase for three months. I've got plans. One of these days, maybe, you can have your way with me. In the meantime, thank you for getting the rope for me."
Before I could mutter that I'd gotten the rope for me, I saw the predatory gleam in his eye and I knew whatever he had planned I was going to probably like it.
He picked up the short rope and tied it around one wrist, carefully testing the knot to ensure it wasn't too tight, letting the long end dangle to the floor. "Don't move," he murmured.
I stood there as he went to retrieve more from the peg. When he returned, he tied my other wrist in a similar fashion.
"You had me wandering around town like a lovesick teenager for months. Turn around and lean over the table, feet on the floor." As Seth spoke, I did as he said and I felt his large hand on my back and gently pushed, lowering me so my breasts and belly were pressed against the cool wood. My head was near one end, my bottom over the edge of the other. As he walked around the table, he continued. "My friend Liam commented on how you were leading me around with my balls in your hand."
I looked up at him as he spoke, his cock right in my line of vision and near my face. All he had to do was step forward and he could push himself deep into my mouth. He knelt down and tied the rope from my right wrist to the table leg.
"He was correct. I let you lead and it only kept us apart for three months. So I'm taking over. It's my turn to keep you just where I want you and we'll have a much happier outcome." He repeated his actions on my left side so that my arms were spread wide and secured across the surface. "The only way to ensure that is to tie you down."
I couldn't see him from my position, but when I felt more rope being wrapped around my ankle, I knew he'd gone to the wall to retrieve more. He pulled my leg wide and tied it into place, then the other. There was no give, no movement. I felt trussed like a holiday goose.
He checked the comfort of my ankles, then my wrists, then knelt down in front of me so his blue eyes met mine.
"All right?" he asked, ensuring there were no spots of discomfort. The only discomfort I felt was being exposed in such a way, my pussy blatantly open. Cool air caressed my heated flesh.
I licked my lips. "Yes."
He gave me a quick, fierce kiss, then stood and went around behind me.
"I love seeing you like this," he said, his hand running over my bottom. I startled at the touch, then settled. "Your pussy's all wet. I can see how slick you are from here and I haven't even touched you. Do you like being tied down for me to use as I see fit?"
I didn't answer, just reveled in his words. They did arouse me. I did like how he had me at his mercy. A sharp crack filled the air and a second later felt the stinging slap that accompanied it. He spanked me!
I bucked, but couldn't move. "Seth!" I shouted.
"I asked you a question."
He had? I'd forgotten. "What?"
"I can do anything I want to you and you can't do anything about it. Does that appeal to you?"
His palm cupped the spot he spanked. "Don't lie, baby."
"Yes," I whispered.
"Good." Spank. "By the time I let you up there will be no doubt in your mind who you belong to."
Spank. Spank. His hand struck the fleshy part of my bottom over and over, each time heating up a different spot.
"Why are you spanking me?" I asked, wincing at the sting.
"Because you were a bad girl avoiding me like you were. Protecting me when it's my job to protect you."
"I am a bad girl," I cried, right after one particularly hard spank. "I like what you do to me."
He soothed me by running his palms gently over my heated flesh, letting the warmth seep in, then slipped a finger to my pussy and over my slick, sensitive folds. I couldn't help the moan that slipped past my lips. "See?"
"No, you're not a bad girl," he replied as he continued to play with my pussy, both of his hands busy there. One finger was on my clit, another slipped deep inside. "You're a dirty girl, and just for me."
I moaned when he stopped playing with my clit, his thumb sliding higher to touch my back entrance, my body bucking at the illicit contact. "Seth!" When his finger circled the puckered hole and began to push in slightly, a cried out his name again, yet in a completely different tone. I had no idea his attentions there would feel so good. He slid his thumb down to my wetness and back to make the spot slick.
"We're the same, baby. I love it when you're dirty for me. I'm going to fuck this perfect ass soon enough. For now though, I'm going to play and get you stretched open for me."
My skin was slick with perspiration and all I could do was rest my cheek on the cool surface. I couldn't move. I couldn't get away from his touch. I couldn't resist whatever he wanted to do. Everything he was doing to me I liked. I couldn't avoid it, turn away or deny the pleasure his touch wrought from my body. I couldn't deny his words. I was dirty. I was tawdry. I was everything he wanted. In fact, I had no choice to take whatever he wanted to do to me. He was showing me by his actions that he was just as dirty and depraved as I. Seth felt no shame, showed no embarrassment at expressing his darkest desires. He seemed to revel in it. By tying me down and forcing me to take whatever he wanted, made me come to the realization that I could find pleasure in it. I had no choice.
Seth slipped his finger from my pussy only to add a second all the while his thumb continued to collect my juices and circle my bottom hole, pushing deeper and deeper each time until all at once his digit breached the tight ring. I groaned at the burning, stretching sensation.
"You're such a good girl, Rachel, taking me. It's such a pretty sight, seeing your ass clench my thumb. Breathe, baby. That's it. Let's work you a bit, then I'll fuck your pussy nice and hard."
I could only pant and try to relax as he worked my holes, his fingers moving in and out mimicking what his cock would do. But it was his thumb that took me to a place I never imagined. I'd fantasized about having a man kiss me, touch me and fuck me as Seth did, but this...oh, this I never knew. Every time his thumb slid over that tight ring, it made my toes tingle, my body heat, little sp
arks of pleasure like a metal on a flint. It was unlike anything I'd ever imagined. It hurt and was uncomfortable, but that only added to my need to come. My orgasm came upon with complete surprise. I'd come on my own in the past with my fingers upon my clit. I came with Seth with his cock rubbing over spots deep inside my pussy, but he'd been working my clit as well. This time, he was all but ignoring that pleasure button. I went from embarrassed and surprised by his actions to coming, all within a few heartbeats.
When the pleasure struck, I stiffened and my breath lodged in my throat, my inner walls clenching down holding his fingers deep within me as well as his thumb. I wanted his thumb in my ass.
"Jesus, baby. That's it. Oh, I love seeing your pleasure. Your ass is clenching my thumb so hard I swear I'll have a bruise. That's it. Such a good girl," he crooned, all the while I was awash in pleasure. When the feelings subsided and I lay limply across the table, he kissed his way down my spine while keeping his fingers and thumb within, not moving. "Again."
I shook my head. "No," I whispered. I was too sensitive, my tissues overworked from Seth's attentions.
"Yes," he reiterated. "Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine." He pushed his thumb in deeper, moved it from side to side stretching me while his fingers languorously stroked that spot that had had me coming before. I came again almost instantaneously, this time screaming. I couldn't help it, my orgasm on the knife edge between intense pleasure and sweet pain.
Fingers slipped from my pussy and ran down my back, a wet streak of arousal coating the path. Seth pulled his thumb almost all the way out so that he rimmed my tight ring of muscle, the sensitive places continuing to be worked.
A knock at the front door had me stiffening and clenching down on his finger.
"Shh," he soothed, pulling his thumb free. Instead of feeling relief, I felt empty, both of my holes lonely and my body wanting more. "I'll be right back."
"You can't leave me like this," I replied, my body so sated I didn't know if I could get up even if I weren't tied down. "Please, I don't want someone to see me."
