He didn’t say anything for long, interminable moments as he bumped, teased and toyed with me, rubbing against that tight resistant entrance with a confident knowledge that left me shaking.
“Casper,” I whispered, flexing and pushing down. I reached back and caught the curve of my ass, not even thinking about what I was doing, going on instinct and nothing else. I tugged and felt him more intimately, and it left me shuddering.
“Tia...” He groaned and shifted.
I felt him roll against me and I almost swallowed my tongue at the intimate sensation, the blunt, fat head of his cock bumping closer, then closer...closer.
He gripped my other cheek and shoved, opening me, exposing me until I couldn’t be more vulnerable.
A split second later, I sagged and sank back onto him.
Casper went stiff and groaned.
“That’s...fuck...do it again. Take my dick, Tia. Ride it, take it... Do that again...”
It was as if I had no control. Instinct and biology and need took over and I sank back on him, opened and yielded and collapsed...
We both cried out as my body submitted to his, taking the head of his cock inside.
He froze after breaching the tight ring of muscle just inside my entrance.
I locked up at the same time, shoving up onto my hands and rising on my toes to ease the pressure of him inside me, panicked and hungry and terrified and aroused, caught on the blade’s edge of pleasure and pain. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady and as I shuddered, hips rolling and spine undulating, he bent over me, lips pressing to my spine.
“That’s it...come on, precious,” he murmured. “Open...relax...give it to me...”
I moaned.
He brought his hand down sharply on my ass and I cried out, spine arching.
Casper withdrew until I held just the swollen, flared head of his penis, right at the clenched entrance of my butt.
He slid his hands down my back, then gripped the cheeks of my ass again, spreading me open. “Take it again, precious. You know you want it.”
I did, but I was still wrecked from the new sensations, from that sharp, biting knife’s edge that whispered of pain and pleasure.
“Casper...please...”
“Push down on me, Tia, just like you did the last time. Ride my dick.” He rocked against me as he spoke, teasing nudges that did nothing to ease the ache and everything to fan the growing fire inside. He tugged my hips at the same time.
With a cry, I pushed down and gave in to him and he filled me again, then again. I dropped forward, strength gone as I took him. I had no idea how much—he was so big and I already felt overwhelmed by him. Sagging onto the mattress, impaled by his cock, all but pinned on him with my ass up and exposed, I shivered and twitched and tore at the sheets as he withdrew, then flexed, sending his length stroking deeper inside me.
“Do you want this?” he asked as he retreated.
“Yes...” I gasped my response into the sheets. “Please...fuck...yes, Casper. Don’t stop...I need...”
The words choked in my throat, then strangled.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me upright. It changed the angle entirely and I sobbed as the movement impaled me on that massive cock.
Spine arched, breasts lifted and my nipples swollen and vulnerable, I stared out the window into the coming night. He slid a hand around my hip as I continued to rock and shudder. I held my breath, half-expecting relief from the torment.
But all he did was flick his fingertip over the aching, pulsating knot of my clit.
“You hurt,” he whispered into my ear. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, rocking forward.
“Tell me where. Exactly. I want to know how desperate I’ve made you, precious.” He rolled forward with his hips and I groaned as his cock swelled inside me—so big, so thick, so rude and demanding now that I thought I’d die if he didn’t give me relief.
“Everywhere. My pussy. My ass. My nipples.” There was an ache in my chest, too. But I didn’t tell him about that.
“These nipples?” He let go of my hair and reached around to pinch one, then the other.
“Yes.” I groaned and tried to push against him, but I was straining on the tips of my toes, pinned on his cock like a butterfly pinned to a wall, and had no leverage. But he sensed what I needed and pinched me again, going back and forth between my breasts until they ached and burned nearly as badly as my swollen clit.
“And here...” He trailed his hand down my center. “You hurt here, too, don’t you?”
I gasped as he spanked my pussy, a hard, sharp blow that sent a jolt of fire rushing through my veins. Writhing against him, I reached back and curled one arm around his neck while grabbing his thigh with the other, nails digging in.
“Answer me, Tia,” he ordered, spanking me again, then again.
“Yes. I hurt there. Do it again, Casper. Please...spank me again...that feels so good...”
“Not yet. Do you want me to fuck you more?”
“Please...fuck...yes...spank my pussy again. Please...nobody’s ever...”
He pulled out and a second later, I was facing him, one hand cupping my chin almost brutally.
“Don’t tell me what anybody has or hasn’t done to you,” he bit off. “You’ve had lovers. I know that. But the thought of anybody else touching you, you touching them— Don’t mention them while I’m fucking you, do you understand? It makes me...”
He stopped, sucking in a breath. His green eyes were bright and hot, sharp enough to cut.
“It makes you what?” I asked, ignoring the need that screamed inside me. He cares...
Instead of answering, he boosted me up and kissed me, his mouth coming down on mine almost brutally. As his tongue thrust into my mouth, he fisted his hand in my hair and yanked, arching my neck for a kiss that was both punishment and promise.
I was panting when he tore away. He half-tossed me onto the bed then flipped me over, jerking me onto my knees.
I wasn’t surprised when he spanked me, although the vicious curl of satisfaction was surprising. It wasn’t from the spanking. That almost hurt. No, it was from the emotion behind it. He cares...
He spanked me again and again, then pulled me up and around, kissing me, nearly as rough before. “Nobody else exists now. Just you and me. Do you understand me, Tia?”
“Yes.” The hot green glitter in his eyes was terrifying, exciting and haunting. I pressed against him. “I’ll never mention another lover again.”
His eyes widened. “Tia...”
I bit his lip.
“You’re insane,” he breathed.
“You’ve made me this way. If I mention another lover again, will you spank me?”
“No. I think I’m going to tie you up and finish fucking that ass just like you’ve begged me to do.”
I rolled my eyes, but he had already left the bed and I sat back on my heels, confused. He disappeared into the closet and reemerged in under a minute, something thin and black in his hands.
“What is...oh. You’re serious...?” My gaze darted from the cord in his hands up to his face.
“Unless you tell me no, right now.”
I stayed quiet.
“Bend over then. Show me your ass...prove to me you still want it.”
Shaking now, I bent over and he came up behind me, using the flat of his hand between my shoulder blades to push me lower until my cheek was against the bed. He caught my wrists and dragged them behind my back.
“Since you seem to enjoy taunting me, I’ll do the same. The first time I tied a woman up, it was at the brothel in Germany. She kept touching me while I fucked her and I didn’t want her to. I don’t like being touched—ever. I grabbed her hands without even thinking about it. That was years ago. She giggled and said something about how she knew I’d be a rough one. That laugh grated on my ears and I tuned her out just so I could finish us both off. It was my first trip there and when I was done, I was disgusted and
disappointed.”
He talked as he worked, pausing from time to time and I’d feel a tug on my wrists.
“The madame of the house saw me leaving and she knew something was wrong. She takes great pride in her services and stopped me, asked me to join her for a drink. I did and when she asked what had displeased me, I told her. She suggested another girl and that I tie her up. There...you look perfect.”
I tried to move my wrists. There was enough give for me to wiggle, but there was no way I could get free.
He fisted his hand in my hair and pulled me upright, the pressure more intense than it had been before, but it didn’t hurt.
He bit my ear, then scored my neck with his teeth.
“Until you, Tia, I’ve never fucked anybody without tying them up—not since that night. I bind my partner, bend them over and fuck. Sometimes their pussy, sometimes their ass. I’m never careless and I take care to give pleasure, although not because I give a flying fuck if my partner enjoys it. I don’t want to hurt whoever I’ve selected for the night, but their pleasure isn’t my concern. I just do it so I can continue to have a wide variety of partners to choose from.” He rubbed his cock against the seam between my buttocks. “And I don’t care if it’s a man or a woman. I don’t know if you could consider me bisexual because sexual attraction doesn’t weigh into my need to silence the screams in my head. I just request whoever is available and willing to take what I mete out—being bound, submitting and kneeling so I don’t have to look at them as I fuck.”
He cupped my breasts and plumped them together, fingers seeking out my nipples and squeezing until I gasped.
“Does it bother you hearing that I’ve fucked men as well as women? That I enjoy bending a man over and listening to him groan and gasp as I sink my dick into his ass?”
“Um...” Blood rushed to my face, turning my skin painfully hot. “No...it doesn’t bother me.”
At least not the way he thought, but if he didn’t stop talking about sex while I waited here...
“I do believe you’re the first person I’ve ever truly felt sexually attracted to. Everybody else has just been...fuckable. Do you like hearing about past lovers?”
“They weren’t lovers,” I whispered without thinking. “I’m the only lover you’ve ever had. Everybody else was just...fuckable.”
He tensed.
I braced myself for his reaction, mentally and emotionally. He’d push me away again, treat me to that cold, cool wall of his—
“Yes,” he whispered against my ear. “You are.”
My mind went blank.
“You’re the only lover I’ve ever had, likely the only one I ever will have. So don’t talk about the ones you’ve been with before, Tia. I don’t want to hear it.” He tugged and pulled until he could kiss me, but this time, it was gentle and sweet. He kept kissing me even as he stretched us out, him lying on top of me, nudging my thighs apart, then cuddling his cock against my ass.
I sobbed when he pulled away, jerking at the cord binding me, desperate to touch him.
“No,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “I think I like you tied up and desperate.”
“You ass. Please...Casper, I’m dying...”
He moved behind me. I couldn’t see anything and the brush of his mouth over the curve of my butt was a shock. I whimpered, then shivered as he kissed his way higher, pausing to brush his lips over the bindings at my wrist.
“You’re dying...why, Tia? What do you need?”
“You. Inside me. Please.”
“Then beg me for it.”
“I...” Swallowing, I clenched my hands into fists, nails biting into skin. “Fuck me. Please...I’m begging you.”
“Here...” He pressed lubricant-slicked fingers against my ass.
Already tender and sensitive, I cried out, the shriek muffled against the bed. “Yes...damn it! Do it!”
He spanked me. “That’s not begging.”
But he didn’t stop touching, working the lubricant deeper and deeper. I moaned when the head of his cock replaced his fingers.
“You can’t play with your pussy now. It’s going to be nothing but my cock filling your ass while you shudder and moan and beg. Are you ready for this?” he asked.
“Yes...” Whimpering, I pushed down as he’d instructed before and gasped as he sank deeper inside. It was easier this time, and there was an odd sensation. “I...it feels different.”
“It’s the lubricant. It has a faint numbing quality.”
“I’m not numb,” I whispered. Far from it.
“I did say faint.” The words were raspy now, followed by a grunt as I pushed down even more, taking him deeper. “Do you want more, Tia? Tell me.”
“Yes...oh, yes...” I twisted and arched, trying to take just that, but his hands kept me pinned in place and the cord binding me kept me from finding the needed leverage.
“Then beg me...tell me to fuck you. Tell me how. Harder? Deeper?”
My muscles were clenched, everything tight and desperate. I shuddered, feeling his cock throb inside me. “You’re already fucking me. Why am I begging for it?”
“Because I want to hear it.” He grabbed the cord and pulled, dragging me upright. I cried out as the position forced me farther down on his cock. My head sagged and he bit my neck. “Tell me to fuck your ass, precious. Say it. Tell me how you want it.”
“Please...Casper. Fuck my ass. I need more...please, oh, please...give me more...”
Something between us moved and I realized he had his fist wrapped around his cock, preventing me from taking all of him.
“How much more do you want, Tia? I want to know how much more you can take. Should I give you more? Am I being too gentle? Too rough?”
With his free hand, he spanked my exposed pussy and I bucked, whimpering as lightning bolts of sensation tore through me.
“No...you’re not being too rough. Give me more,” I demanded. Drunk on him, on the need I felt, and emboldened by the lack of pain, I pushed back on him. “Give me more. I want you...I want everything...and however you want to give it to me.”
Chapter 23
Spectre
I want everything...
The words hit with an impact I wouldn’t have thought possible and I couldn’t shake the odd feeling that she meant something deeper than sex, something more than this intimate connection.
If it wasn’t for the hot silk of her ass clenching around my prick, I might have tried to understand the tightness in my chest. Or I might have pushed her away. Again.
But the seductive perfection of her shuddering, the view as I stared down over her shoulder—those perfect, beautiful tits lifted up, soft brown nipples peaked and swollen, her spine undulating against mine as she fought to adjust to my invasion, it was more than I could handle already.
Tossing thought into the mix wasn’t going to happen.
I spanked the open, wet folds of her cunt again, taking care to hit her clit. She jerked in shock, the movement setting her to bouncing on my cock. I eased my fist lower and spanked her again.
This time, she sank farther down and we both groaned.
A second, then a third swat of my hand against her pussy and I either had to pull my hand away completely, or change tactics. The hungry beast inside wanted to pull my hand away, grip her hips and thrust up into her, high and hard.
But as soft as she was, as much as her body worked to accommodate my width and length, I didn’t want to hurt her, and even with the numbing lubricant, she wasn’t ready for the wild, rough hunger tearing me up inside. She had yet to yield completely and the idea of causing her real pain was unbearable.
Bending her back over, I gripped one hip and withdrew before sinking deeper inside, slowly, enjoying every shuddering roll of her hips and the whimpering moans rising in her throat. She keened out and bore down on me, yielding even more.
A red haze of pleasure washed over my eyes and I almost lost it.
“Please...” She thrust herself back, then went rigid,
spine arching. “Oh...ow...”
“Damn it, Tia.” I gripped her hips, swearing as the tight inner walls of her ass flexed and milked my cock. It damn near killed me, but I started to withdraw. “You’re moving too fast.”
“You’re moving too slow! Don’t you dare stop.” She flexed her fingers, seeking to grab something. I trailed my fingers over hers and she latched on, squeezing tight. “Just...do that thing...”
Instead of telling me, she started to rock back and forth in increments. Taking the hint, I settled into the teasing rhythm I’d used earlier to coax her into relaxing.
She whimpered, still shuddering, spasming around me as I sank deeper and deeper. Then she groaned and pushed down as her body finally yielded, completely and utterly.
I swore, lapsing into German, shuddering as she took every last, swollen, aching inch of my cock. The sensitive, fragile skin of her ass stretched tight around me and still she wiggled and moved, panting and begging.
“More...more...please...Casper...fuck me...I need...I need...”
My control shattered and I lunged, filing her deep, hard and fast.
She cried out, pain and pleasure both coloring the sound.
“Tia?”
“Don’t stop!”
I flexed and filled her again, but this time, I caught her hips and held her still, staring down at where we joined.
“What’s...Casper, please...don’t stop...”
“You took all of me, precious...look at that...” I groaned, tingles racing down my spine, the pleasure more intense than anything I’d ever known. Gripping her hips, I moved her forward, then dragged her back, the sight so darkly, beautifully sensual, I wanted to imprint it on my mind.
She tried to take control, pushing against my grip.
“You’re moving too slow,” she said on a breathy moan.
“Yes...because I want to watch this. Fuck, Tia...the way you look as you take my cock...it’s beautiful.”
“I can’t see,” she said, a sulky pout in her voice. “Tell me...”
The petulant demand surprised a rusty laugh out of me. “Tell you...” I stroked a finger over the dusky skin where our bodies joined and she shivered. “Your hot, sweet ass is stretched wide around my dick. You’re on your knees, lifted for me, with your hands tied and face buried in the sheets.”
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