by Golden Angel
Dark skin rippled over hard muscles, a view that she was quite familiar with from summers at the pool. He wasn't a body builder, but he was built. Lexie loved staring at him at the pool. Heat curled between her legs as he began stripping off his pants and boxers at the same time. This was the view she'd never seen...
His cock was long and thick with a large, fat crown. The whole shaft was slightly darker than the skin tone of the rest of his body, and the head looked almost purplish. Glossy, white pre-cum was leaking from the tip, looking even whiter against his skin, and Lexie squeezed her thighs together. He was bigger than the dildo that she used, not by much, but enough that she couldn't help but squirm in anticipation of what it would feel like to have him filling her.
Seeing her watching him, he smiled a lazy, sensual smile that she'd never seen before. Geezus, didn't he know what a smile like that could do to a girl? She was already so hot she was practically melting. He made her feel like a drooling, brainless fool. The whole bimbo fuck-doll thing had never appealed to her before, but she could suddenly understand where it was coming from, because she felt completely empty-headed and like all she wanted to do was have sex with him for hours. Maybe days. No wonder they all rarely saw Rick and Maria lately, if this was how those two felt.
"Hold out your arms, horizontally." That deep, commanding voice rolled through her, and she lifted her arms as though in a dream.
One knee on the bed, his cock bobbing in front of him, Patrick leaned over slightly and opened a compartment on the headboard right by her arm. Lexie jerked in surprise as the wood paneling slid to the side, revealing a thick leather cuff on a very short chain. Hearing her soft exclamation, Patrick grinned at her. "Andrew made the bed for me."
Which meant it probably had all sorts of kinky surprises. Andrew loved wood-working, and he especially loved doing custom pieces. Although he sometimes did contracting, Lexie knew that he made a lot of his money making custom pieces for people at the club and to sell online. They weren't just functional and kinky, they were beautiful. It didn't surprise her at all that the headboard was one of his pieces, although it did send a jolt of arousal through her, because she knew that whatever other secrets this bed had, they would be seriously kinky.
With one wrist secured to the headboard, Patrick got down and walked around the entire bed to her other wrist, completely secure in his nudity. Lexie had to admit, she liked watching him walk, seeing the way his cock moved with his body and admiring his almost arrogant self-confidence. Even so, part of her was a little disappointed that he hadn't just crawled right over her.
It only took him a minute to secure her other wrist in the same way, so that her arms were flung out on either side of her, holding her in the sitting position. Lexie wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that now that she thought about it. What could they possibly do with her in this position? Unless, of course, he just wanted to torture her for a bit. Which sounded both hot and frustrating... now that she was finally in his room, in his bed, and the lines had all been erased, she didn't want to wait any longer for satisfaction.
"Spread your legs."
Now that was a command to make her pussy cream. Lexie tilted her head up, her gaze meeting his, as she spread her legs, leaning back against the headboard to give him the best possible view of her pussy.
"Very pretty, Pixie."
But when he reached out to touch her, he didn't stroke that needy, pink flesh. Instead, his hand cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple, and Lexie moaned in both arousal and disappointment. Looking down at his tormenting hand, she was even more aroused by the contrast of his dark hand against her milky skin, the beauty in that visual. Her skin looked even creamier against his hand, her nipple even pinker, and the silver ring through the tender bud gleamed brightly. When she looked back up at him, she realized that he was watching himself fondle her breast as well.
Her nipples were both standing at attention, even though he was only touching one, as if the other was begging for his touch. Heat was running through her body, followed by shivers, as he pinched the aching bud, massing it between his fingers. Lexie moaned, low in her throat, leaning her head back as he pinched it hard and then switched his attentions to the neglected nipple. Having his hands on her was so fucking hot... she'd wanted this, craved it even, during their other scenes.
Leaning over again, he kissed her, and Lexie moaned into his mouth as her lips parted, and both of his hands found her breasts. His hands were larger than her mounds, engulfing them, and he squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh. She wanted so badly to be able to touch him back, her arms jerking on the restraints, and the fact that she couldn't, that she was completely under his control, made her hotter and wetter. Soft, helpless noises were coming from her throat, which should have been embarrassing, but she couldn't stop them. She was too needy. Too swamped with sensation.
Fingers drew back on her breasts and began to squeeze and massage her nipples, gently at first, and then pressing harder, tugging farther. Her legs moved restlessly, wanting to come back together, to press her thighs and relieve some of the ache in her core, but every time she remembered - just in time - that he'd ordered her to spread her legs. The struggle to keep them open was becoming harder and harder as he stroked her arousal higher, setting her on fire from the inside out.
When he pulled away from the kiss this time, giving her nipples one last pinch, she felt like a raw nerve, a quivering mass of need, and if she weren’t so desperate for him to touch her, she would have wanted to kill him for looking so goddamned calm. Even with his cock rigidly hard, practically slapping up against his stomach, his expression hadn't changed from smug and in control. It was incredibly sexy and infuriatingly frustrating at the same time.
"Please," she whimpered, looking up at him, imploring him with her eyes to have mercy. The emptiness between her legs was making her entire body ache, her legs were desperate to press together and try to relieve the need that had built there. Her pussy was throbbing, hot and molten with her honey, so swollen that she was sure she wouldn't need much to cum.
"Please what, Pixie?" he asked, cupping her chin with his fingers and running his thumb over her pouting lower lip. Her tongue flicked out against the pad of his thumb, and he smiled, an almost cruel smile, filled with sex and dominance and just a hint of sadism.
"I... I need more... please..." She didn't want to ask for anything specific, worried that he would deny it to her. Begging was almost always permissible with Doms, but sometimes they'd just keep playing because they enjoyed hearing it. Also to emphasize their submissive's lack of control. Lexie knew that, logically, but she couldn't stop herself from doing it anyway. She was just too desperate, too on edge.
"Alright," he murmured, his eyes looking inward as if he was thinking. Lexie would have collapsed with relief if she could have.
Sliding off of the bed, Patrick bent over and pulled open one of the drawers underneath the mattress. She'd been in his room before, and noticed that he had a storage bed, but she'd never even thought to ask what he stored in the drawers. Somehow she'd just always assumed it would be blankets or sheets or something. Silly her... of course it was sex toys.
The predatory gleam in his eye when he faced her again made her shiver. In one hand he had a brand new vibrator, still in its packaging, in his other were the pretty nipple jewels that he'd used on her before. Quickly attaching those to her hoops, Patrick opened the vibrator and put in new batteries, while Lexie watched and squirmed.
Part of the reason she was squirming was to get more sensation... even if it wasn't going to get her off, her nipples were aching and feeling the tug of the nipple jewels helped a bit with that. It was some kind of stimulation, which was better than nothing, even if her pussy was really where she wanted the sensation. The way her arms were restrained kept her from being able to move very much, but just enough to make the nipple jewels bounce and tug.
If he knew what she was doing, Patrick didn't seem to mind. He tested the batteries in the vi
Then he turned the damned thing off again, much to her disappointment. Still, her entire body tensed as he reached down and rubbed it against her sodden slit, coating the surface of the vibrator in her juices. It felt so fucking good to have something rubbing against her pussy, she moaned and arched her hips, trying to press her clit against anything the swollen nubbin could reach. Patrick's chuckle was half amusement, half satisfaction.
The vibrator pushed in and she gasped at the sudden invasion. The toy slid inside her easily, her body clenching tight around it, but she was so slick that it didn't matter. He twisted the bottom of the base and it came to life inside of her, buzzing against the sensitive walls of her pussy. Lexie moaned, her hips bucking, trying to rub her clit against Patrick's hand as he pushed the vibrator in deep. The vibrations weren’t intense enough to do more than tease her, and her pussy spasmed around it.
Instead, he pulled away quickly, and she suddenly found her legs being pressed together as he straddled her thighs. He didn't need to tie her, his legs effectively pinned hers together, which left his cock bobbing in front of her face.
Shocked by the sudden turn of events, Lexie stared up at him, her head tilting back as his fingers slid into her hair, cupping the back of her head with his big hand. The expression on his face was one she'd never seen before; somehow both soft and hard at the same time, lust combined with gentleness and need tempered with patience. He reached out and put something in her hand, instinctively she closed her fingers around it. It squished nicely and she realized by the texture that it was one of those little stress ball things.
"Drop the ball if you need to, it's now your safe word, because you aren't going to be able to talk for a while. At least half of my fantasies about you involve creative ways of shutting your sassy mouth," he said, pushing the head of his dick between her lips, before she could say anything.
Lexie's lips parted immediately, even as her eyes went wide with shock. Her pussy shuddered around the buzzing vibrator that was humming deep within her, but not giving her enough stimulation to cum. The head of his dick pressed down against her tongue, so soft on the surface but with a core of steel, and her pussy ached in response. He smelled like musk and male, a tantalizing, intimate scent. All men had their own unique, natural smell, and for some reason it was always more apparent around their cocks. Lexie had fooled around with a lot more guys than she’d had sex with, and she’d discovered that each of them were a little bit different. Patrick's scent made her want to rub her face all over him, as if she could wrap it around her like a blanket.
They'd known each other for so long, and yet she was still discovering so many little things about him, uncovering small, intimate mysteries. Her tongue flicked against the underside of his cock, rubbing and caressing the broad head and exploring the ridges of his shaft. Patrick moaned, watching her with glittering eyes, and his hips moved, thrusting so that more of his dick worked its way into her hungry mouth. Lexie moaned, letting the vibrations play over his skin, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum as it trickled onto her tongue.
If this was his fantasy, she was going to do her best to make the reality even better than anything he could have imagined.
******
Fuck.
There was nothing sexier than watching a woman give head, especially when she enjoyed it. Lexie's eyelids were half-lowered in a sultry, sexy expression as she sucked hard on his cock, her cheeks hollowing slightly. The erotic visual was accompanied by her tongue rubbing against the sensitive head of his dick as he moved his hips back and forth, gently fucking her mouth.
The thick length of his cock stretched her pink lips tightly, his black cock glistening every time he withdrew it from her mouth. Each time he thrust forward, he went a little deeper, slowly feeding it to her a bit at a time, savoring the sensation.
Reaching down with his free hand, he cupped her breast, squeezing and caressing the soft mound, playing with her nipple. The sexy little noises she was making increased as he fondled her, and he could feel her legs squirming between his. The vibrator must be driving her insane, he thought, with a satisfied little smile.
The fantasy had been a wistful dream, the reality was fucking mind-blowing.
With his cock having taken up residence in her mouth, she couldn't even beg him to get her off. Not that he would mind hearing her beg, but he hadn't been kidding when he'd said half of his fantasies had to do with filling her mouth. Most often with his cock, but sometimes with a gag, or by driving her face first into a pillow while he fucked the hell out of her from behind.
"That's it, Pixie, use your tongue," he said, groaning as she obeyed. It wasn't just the sensation he enjoyed, it was the words he was saying... he'd never thought he'd be saying them to her. Hearing them out loud was as big a turn on as anything they were doing together, because it meant this was real. It was happening. "Fuck, your mouth is even hotter than I ever dreamed."
She made a humming noise, slurping as he thrust deeper, the vibrations going straight through his cock and up his spine, exploding in his brain and making him shudder. It wasn't just her technique that was good, it was her enthusiasm, as if she couldn't get enough of his cock in her mouth. There weren't words for how hot that was, the way her head moved towards his cock as he pushed in, trying to take him deeper than he was allowing. His fingers massaged her scalp, running through her hair as he started pushing a little bit more, so that her head pressed back against his hand as he moved a little rougher, a little faster.
The muffled moans encouraged him, and he let go of her breast so that he could brace himself against the headboard. Resting his forehead on his forearm, he stared down at Lexie's lips wrapped around his cock, and he began to fuck her mouth in earnest.
Her body writhed, fighting against the restraints, squirming between his legs, straining to touch him. He could feel her choking slightly as he thrust deep, the head of his cock sliding into her throat, but when he pulled back she made a determined noise and tilted her head forward.
"Greedy girl," he said, but he had no objections. His fingers curved around the base of her skull, cradling her, so that he didn't have to worry about her hitting her head as he let his control begin to slip.
The slick glide of her mouth, the way her tongue rubbed against the underside with every thrust, all said that she wanted more. He could feel her throat working to swallow him, massaging the head of his cock. The humming vibrations made his balls tighten, his cum starting to boil as he panted, trying to draw out the pleasure that her mouth was giving him and yet knowing that he was coming closer and closer to the precipice.
"FUCK!" He shouted the word as she swallowed, throat muscles working and massaging, taking his cock in all the way.
For a long moment he held there, unable to pull away from the intoxicating pleasure as her throat trembled around his cock, her tongue working the underside. It felt fucking amazing. With reluctance, he pulled back, giving her the opportunity to breathe before he started thrusting again. Lexie sucked hard, encouraging him, wanting more from him, but he always retained that last bit of control, that little bit of consciousness that was always checking on her well-being.
Sliding into her throat was getting easier for both of them, and he could tell that she liked it when he did it. Her pupils were huge, making her eyes look almost like they were black and just ringed with blue. Both of her nipples bobbed as she squirmed, the hanging jewelry bouncing and tugging on the sensitive buds. He had her at fever pitch, so fucking needy and yet unable to reach her climax until he allowed it.
Fucking perfect.
Tilting back his head, he pushed in, pressing her face against his groin as the first blast of cum went straight to the back of her throat. He could feel her muscles convulse, working as the swallowed him. Just as quickly, he pulled out again, bringing the hand that had been bracing himself with down and wrapping it around his cock.
He sprayed his cum over her breasts, decorating her pale skin with shining, milky white fluid that gleamed, marking her as his. Lexie gaped at him, her mouth hanging open and making it easy for him to slide his dick back in as the last spasms of his orgasm wracked his body. It filled her mouth, and he felt her pulling back a bit in surprise, but his hand held her in place as he coated her tongue with the last of his cum.
Just as he sagged slightly in relief, she recovered enough to suck on his cock just as it was beginning to soften, and he groaned again with the almost too-intense sensation. Pulling away, he had to smile at the glazed look in her eyes as she licked her lips. She was fucking gorgeous with her hair all tousled, eyes hot and need, cheeks flushed, hard nipples dripping jewels and breasts glistening with his cum. He was going to have to find out if photos were one of her hard limits, because he would fucking love a picture of her like this.
But she was in no state to make that kind of decision right now, and she'd been such a good girl while he'd pleasured himself with her mouth, that she deserved a reward.
Swiftly, he released her wrists, using the quick-releases on the cuffs, taking the safe word ball from her tightly clenched hand and tossing it off to the side. She didn't even seem to notice as her thighs pressed together, her body obviously trying to orgasm now that she was no longer distracted by sucking his cock. Moving quickly down the bed, Patrick grabbed her ankles and pulled hard. She shrieked as she suddenly found herself flat on her back with her legs spread wide open.
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