Her hips rolled as she moved her head back and forth on the bed. It was almost as if she were trying to self-sooth or process the pain of not being allowed to orgasm.
She also seemed right on the verge of falling asleep.
She’d had one hell of a day and night. He wasn’t done with her yet.
One of her eyes peeked open as he released one of the wrist cuffs.
“Put your fingers on your clit. Slow. Easy circles with your fingertips.”
Her hand slithered down the side of the steel-boned corset and over her abdomen to the mound of her pussy. It crept over her flesh as if it moved quickly he’d slap it away, taking the prize he now dangled in front of her.
Her pelvis jerked when she touched what had to be a tight knot at the top of her slit.
“Mmmm…”
He released the cuffs binding her ankles and she immediately pulled them higher on the bed, exposing her wet pussy to him.
“Are you wet for me, pretty girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered on a sigh.
He released the last cuff and then settled on the mattress next to her.
“I want a taste.”
She glanced over at him, her eyes glassy from the rope, the pain and hopefully from taking him onstage because he wanted to.
Her skin was so soft beneath his fingers as he circled her wrist, lifting it away from her cunt. He sucked her fingers past his lips, tonging the pads of each but he never took his eyes from her face.
She watched him, his mouth, his lips and teeth as he nipped her. Her lips parted, the bottom one pouting at the end as he licked each tip one more time.
He put her hand back where he’d found it and she didn’t waste any time, circling her clit with her slick touch.
“Slide one of your fingers in. All the way. Feel how hot your pussy is for me.”
Her shoulder dipped as she pushed one of her slim digits in.
“Hmm,” she moaned and she filled her core again.
“Now two.”
Her wrist flexed and she bit her bottom lip as she thrust again, thicker, deeper.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How much more?”
“As much as you want to give me, Sir.”
“Very, very good answer.”
He pulled her closest leg to him, draping it over his thigh so she was totally exposed to him. His cock brushed against her side and her heat reached through the condom, wrapping around him as if it were her pussy.
His rough palm scraped along her inner thigh and her muscles shimmied beneath his hand. He wound his fingers through hers and pushed two fingers in beside hers.
She arched as much as she could with the corset binding her and her other hand clutched at the comforter beside her thigh.
Using his own hand and hers trapped beneath it, he fucked her with them. It was dirty and sexy and delicious in so many ways.
Watching her eyelids close and her chin lift as she moved closer and closer to the cliff of orgasm was amazing.
He licked up the side of her neck where her blood raced beneath her skin and he bit her right below her ear.
“I’m gonna come, Sir. I can’t stop it. Please let me come. Please, God, please, please.”
Her desperation was so perfect.
Her pleading tone so sincere he couldn’t help himself.
He shifted between her thighs, pulling her hand free in the same motion.
Her mouth opened in protest until he added a third finger and latched on to her clit.
With his teeth and lips and tongue he blew her apart.
She didn’t just come, she exploded.
Her slight frame torqued on the mattress.
Her toes curled.
Her face whipped to the side.
She latched on to the bed rails behind her, using them to work her hips against his mouth as he licked at her.
Looking up at her, watching her come for him—her cries and her mewls of pleasure—was perfection.
He thrust slowly in and out, in and out, dragging out her pleasure, increasing his own as his cock throbbed to be put to use again.
Mumbled words left her lips but they were so soft they died in the short foot and a half between them.
He licked her one more time, making her shiver and then he got up on his knees, leaning over her. He continued to fuck her sweet pussy with his fingers, not able to stop, not willing to let her go. Then he heard her.
He moved closer, close enough to feel her breath whisper across his lips.
“Casanova, Casanova, Casanova, Nova, Nova, Nova.” He stared at her cheeks as they hollowed out every time she got to one of the Ns.
The nickname he’d always hated had a new meaning coming from her mouth, from her core as she floated in ecstasy.
She was thinking of him and only him.
He couldn’t resist the pull of her mouth just like he couldn’t convince himself he needed to take his fingers out of her pussy or his thumb off her clit.
She didn’t hesitate letting him into her mouth. No weariness, no fear.
Acceptance.
Nothing less than everything.
She could take him, heal him, though he never knew there was anything that needed to be fixed.
He was exactly who he was meant to be with her.
Complete, he thought.
He could fuck who he wanted to.
Flourished on the power behind topping some young sweet piece of ass and then walking away.
The mere thought of walking away from her left him feeling sick.
He kissed her hard, as if to keep her there, as if to show her instead of telling her everything he wanted to say.
Talking hadn’t ever been his strong point.
He used his fists for years, fighting professionally and excelling at it.
He brooded and he liked his silence. Not introspective kumbayah bullshit silence, but the silence he shared with Jenna as he continued to kiss her.
It was the kind where volumes were spoken in a single word. A tiny glance.
Mine.
It rose to the surface and he replaced his fingers with his cock. His thumb stayed on her clit, since he was determined to make her come one more time.
His tongue licked inside her mouth, tasting her, kissing her, wanting nothing more than to stay there forever.
Sensation raced up his spine as her small hands touched his forearms. She moved them up onto his biceps, along his shoulders and behind his neck.
Her fingernails combed through the short hair at the base of his skull and she kissed him back, tilting her hips in time with his thrusts.
He rubbed her clit as it swelled with excitement.
She hissed out a breath and twitched below him.
“I want you to come for me again. I wanna feel your pussy squeezing me. I want it. I want you. All of you.”
“Coming for you, Sir. It makes me feel pretty.”
“You’re not pretty, Jenna.” Her eyes flew to his, filling with emotion. “Calling yourself pretty is like calling the invention of electricity no big thing. It’s like calling the Pacific Ocean a bit of a lake. You’re beautiful, stunning. Amazing in so many ways, I don’t know how you don’t see it.”
He shook his head, continuing to fuck her and her lips parted, panting breaths strained her upper body.
“Sir?”
“Now, Jenna. Give me what I want.” He straightened his arms, increasing the pressure of his cock fucking into her slick core.
She cried out, slamming her eyelids closed, shaking with the intensity of euphoria coursing beneath her skin.
She clutched at him, tugging him closer again.
Instead of kissing him or pawing at him in some way, she simply held his forehead to hers, rubbing her nose along his every once in a while and he fucked her through her orgasm.
The walls of her pussy stopped slamming down on him and only the occasional shiver raced up her spine from what he could tell
.
Her arms fell limp beside her on the bed and he slowed his thrusts, pulled out, moving off the bed with a raging hard-on and toward the bathroom for a washcloth.
He cleaned her up and killed the side light in his room before climbing back in.
After a few seconds of adjusting her tired body, he got her beneath the covers. Instead of pulling her against his side, he moved into the center of the mattress and tugged her over and on top of him.
She tried to move off but thankfully she was too tired to put up much of a fight.
He wasn’t ready to come yet, but his cock wanted more of her.
He lifted her hips just enough to stuff his dick inside her to the hilt.
Her whimper was rife with uncertainty, but his emotions were so on edge, all he could do was grunt, wrapping his arms around her to keep her there.
“Go to sleep. Morning will come soon enough.”
She whimpered, sighed again and snuggled in closer somehow. He tightened his hold on her.
He wanted her to feel safe and protected. He’d give anything up to be that for her. That safe place. A haven amongst everything else determined to scare her or shake her self-confidence.
He’d rip anything—or anyone—apart that even looked at her funny, much less actually hurt her in some way.
A mental middle finger kicked up an image of Ian and what she’d have to deal with around him for a short while, until he finally got a clue and realized she wasn’t into him.
He rubbed her back, fingering the laces and he knew the moment she was asleep because her whole body relaxed, giving him all the stress and negative stuff he didn’t want her to worry about. He wasn’t mentally in the mindset to go from having a closet full of fantasies to a full-fledged affair with her.
Her pussy twitched and his cock answered, pulsing twice inside her, knowing it wasn’t going to be long before he wanted to really take her again.
“Nick,” she mumbled along with a tiny sound of pleasure.
He kissed her forehead and grabbed the covers, wrapping them better around their bodies. He closed his eyes, and swore he could hear the song Another one bites the dust playing somewhere in the club.
Chapter Eighteen
Jenna awoke the next morning with Nick pumping inside her.
She’d been flipped over onto her stomach at some point. By her own free will or his she didn’t know.
The idea that he moved her where he wanted her, so he could take her as he pleased, turned her on in epic proportions.
He bit her neck, definitely hard enough to mark for a little while. She’d wear his teeth marks with pride. And his cum.
She wanted him to come inside her. No condoms.
No barriers between his body and hers.
She shouldn’t want that.
Especially since her relationship with him was temporary. That didn’t stop her from craving his cum.
Her arms were on the pillow and she tried moving them to tuck them beneath her, and couldn’t.
She blinked, trying to focus on them. Cuffs circled her wrists, holding her to the rails on the headboard.
“Cuffing you to my bed. Taking you anytime I please. Fucking you fast…” His shafted her, fucking into her with speed and precision, stealing her breath. “Or slow.”
His pace changed instantly. An unhurried thrust with his hips as he caged her in with his arms and chest. His knees moved her legs farther apart, keeping her open to him.
To anything he wanted of her.
He bit her again, harder this time.
“Ahhhhh,” she gasped.
His weight shifted to one side and she was going to complain because she didn’t want it to end. She wasn’t ready to lose his presence on top of her, behind her, inside her.
But the protest died on her tongue as his thumb slid along the crease of her ass and rubbed the pucker of her asshole.
“Mmhmm,” rumbled out of her and she hid her face in the pillow, wanting to hide how much she wanted him to take her.
It was embarrassing how much she wanted him to fuck her ass.
The sensations were intense, sharper, harsher…and she liked all of that.
“You’d be my dirty little ass whore this morning wouldn’t you? All I’d have to do is spread a little bit of lube on my cock and you’d suck me right in.”
She nodded against the pillow but words failed her.
He pushed his thumb inside and she jolted with the sudden penetration.
“The words, Jenna. When are you going to learn how important they are?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
His thumb moved in farther and she tilted her pelvis to take more. “Yes, what?”
She swallowed, clearing her throat. “Yes, I’d be your ass whore. This morning, any morning. At night time. Whenever you wanted it, Sir. I love anal. It’s dirty. And I like dirty.”
He fucked her ass with his thick digit, shooting sensation to every sleepy cell in her body, waking them up faster than caffeine could any day.
Pure pleasure invaded her pelvis and he lifted her lower body, putting her up on her knees.
Was he really going to?
She tried to lift her upper body but he shoved between her shoulder blades.
“I like you down, off kilter. You’re aware of every move I make. Every thrust.”
Another finger or his other thumb kissed the entrance to her ass and he pushed inside. Dark sensation pulsed through her and she gripped the pillow.
She wanted to stay still, she wanted to fight him and make her take him. His hold on her hips tightened as he reached that ultra-tight ring of muscles inside her, stretching her, preparing her.
Her entire body jerked when he shoved past them and she cried out.
All thought fled her brain as delicious pleasure spiked in her bloodstream.
He sped up, moving inside her, fucking her. It felt almost like a bullet vibrator but it wasn’t enough. She wanted all of him.
His deviously thick thumbs moved in and out of her, bringing to life pleasure she’d been dreaming about for way too long.
Her skin prickled with the first vestiges of release but she gritted her teeth, not wanting it to be over that quickly. She wanted it to last for hours, for weeks, years.
At least until she got what she wanted from him.
What she needed.
His dominance, his control, his affection.
Her eyes popped open and her heart raced at the realization she wanted him for longer than short-term.
She squashed it down, trapping the needs she had no right to ask for somewhere close to her heart, long forgotten.
He removed his thumbs, spitting on her ass, and then worked something back inside her.
Fingers? More of them?
His angle changed and he latched on to her shoulder with one of his hands. “Tonight I’m fucking your ass, you’d better be ready for me.”
“I’m ready now, Nick. Fuck my ass like you mean it, Sir.”
She felt him on both sides of the thin muscle that separated his cock from his wet digits.
Her fists clenched around the leather straps holding her cuffed to the bed and she pulled against them as she fought to get closer to him.
Tiny fireworks ignited from her asshole, up her spine, terminating at the top of her skull, which was set to blow off when she came.
Heat radiated from her core and she curled her toes, arching back to get as close to him as possible.
He gripped her shoulder, hard, using her own body to fuck her onto him, just as he thrust inside.
“You push inside and it traps your fingers in my ass, burying them deep. You’re knuckles are digging into the inner side of my ass cheek. I can’t focus. Can’t concentrate. I don’t want it to end.”
He sped up, propelling his hips forward as if he were a freight train and her pussy was the light at the end of the tunnel.
“Give me what I want, Jenna.” He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back.
Her
mouth went slack and her eyes snapped open at the same time. “Can I come, Sir?”
“Hard. Come hard on my cock.”
He slammed inside, overfilling her pussy with his big cock, shallowly pumping his trapped fingers in her ass.
Her entire lower body squeezed down on him.
She bucked against him as he grabbed her hip to keep her to him.
“Mmph, mmm, hmm.” Words failed her as joy flooded her veins. It was as if a flash fire raced outward from her pussy and ass. Heat covered her body and he tugged on her again, reminding her exactly who owned her.
The back of the collar dug into her scalp and the base of her neck each time he tugged.
It would be another mark for her to feel later. A simple straight line to anyone else, but to people in the BDSM world it meant so much more than getting from point A to point B.
It was the journey getting there that made all the difference.
She arched her back as he continued to ride her but it was slower, less frantic. She nibbled her lip, not knowing if he’d come or not.
His pleasure was more important than hers, and her pleasure was pretty fucking important.
“I could fuck you all day. I don’t want to come yet so I can fuck you again in a few minutes. And a few minutes after that…“
He pressed her down to the mattress with the weight of his body.
The slightly rough hair on his chest tickled her upper back above her corset. She opened her mouth to ask him to remove it but caught herself just in time.
He didn’t need to see her naked.
Nothing would be gained by being that vulnerable to him.
She swallowed the request but the thought of it left a bad taste in her mouth.
It shouldn’t have been that hard to keep it all about sex between them.
He reached up and unsnapped the cuffs around her wrists, pulling her arms in by her sides. The softness of his lips on her shoulder made her sigh.
Several more strokes filled her wet pussy before he flopped beside her on his back on the mattress.
She didn’t waste any time while he caught his breath.
It took her no time at all to push up onto her knees and move over to straddle him.
His shoulders were hard beneath her hands as she grabbed them for leverage.
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