Whirlwind

by Reese Morrison

  “Or maybe it’s just sexy on its own?”

  She considered for a moment. “I think I only like it because it’s yours. It feels very… strong?”

  “Dominant?” he offered. “Manly? Sexual?”

  “Yeah. Um, all of those.”

  They would definitely need to explore that more. “Put your hands together.”

  She clasped them over her belly.

  Starting from the middle of the belt, he wrapped it around both wrists in a loose figure eight, then used the buckle to cinch it together. It was loose enough that she could probably slip out of it with a little effort, and it would only leave marks if she pulled against it.

  Symbolically, though, it looked sexy as fuck around her brawny wrists.

  She seemed to be reveling in it. He could watch her twisting her hands just to feel the texture against her skin. She was breathing in shallow little pants.

  “Good?”

  “Mmmmhmmm….”

  Carla shucked off his boxers. His cock sprung up proudly, a shiny black length framed by the matching dark straps around his waist and thighs.

  He watched Charlie try to raise her arms, realize that she couldn’t move her hands, and rest them on her belly again.

  “You’re going to feel so good inside me. God, you make me so hard.”

  He stroked his shaft while he returned to the bed, making a slight adjustment to keep the vibe over his clit. The sensation of touching his own body this way thrummed through him. Wearing a strap-on, he felt confident and masculine. Ready to fuck someone.

  That feeling didn’t change at all when he was on the receiving end.

  He straddled Charlie again, resting all of his weight on his knees, and then leaned forward to kiss her. The angle wasn’t great with her hands trapped between them, but that made it sexier, too. Her boxers rubbed softly at the inside of his thighs, the warmth of her body seeping through.

  Their cocks rubbed against each other and Charlie’s trapped hands. He thrust lazily against her, letting her feel her submission. She was his now. Trapped and ready for him to use for his pleasure.

  Her mouth was open to him, needy and sensual though she perfectly followed his lead. It was hard to tear himself away.

  Still panting, he sat back on his knees and found his phone. He’d set the vibrators to synchronize, so whatever he felt, she would, too. He selected the lowest setting.

  “Feel that?”

  She nodded, but still looked tentative. One day, they’d work on having her speak up more, but today wasn’t that day. For now, it was enough that she was communicating with him, even silently.

  “Touch your cock. Get it ready for me. I want it positioned so you’ll feel everything I do.”

  With her bound hands, she reached down to grip the shaft, moving it a little downward and to the side. He could see the moment when she got it centered because her mouth opened in a silent O.

  “Stroke your cock. Let me see how you like it.”

  With slow motions and then more confidence, she worked her shaft. Fuck that was hot. Her rough hands. The thick dick with the mushroom head that kept popping through her fingers. And his belt keeping her in place, the leather thick around her wrists.

  Every time her hands moved upward, they brushed against his own cock, adding to the glorious sight and sending shivers through him.

  “Ugh. I could come just watching you.”

  Charlie looked up at him with heavily lidded eyes. That was where he wanted her. Not nervous, but completely captivated by the innate sensuality of her hands on her own cock, putting on a show for him.

  “Ready for me?”

  “Please.”

  Fuck. There wasn’t anything sweeter than the way she said please each time he asked her something. Somewhere between polite and begging, between needy desire and a shy hope that she’d be lucky enough to get what she asked for.

  She didn’t understand yet that he’d give her anything she asked for, but she would soon. Though maybe not immediately. Not if he had other plans for her.

  But right now he wanted on that cock. She was holding the base steady, and he eased up onto his knees to move forward a bit.

  He had different feelings about the different parts of his body depending on who he was with and what their dynamic was, but with Charlie, everything felt right.

  He also wanted her to see that he was confident and masculine enough to have her inside his cunt. Not to change her mind about her own body, but to give her a window into that kind of freedom if she wanted it.

  Hell, he would take her any way he could get her.

  He reached around his cock, spread his lips with two fingers, and slowly eased on to her. It was always magnificent, that first moment of entry when the angle was just right and he could feel the shaft hard and deep.

  But being with Charlie took it to a new level.

  She was watching him with a look of reverence and need. When he sank down far enough to reach her hands, she let out a gasp.

  “You like that?” he asked her, though the answer was obvious. “I’m dripping wet for you. You make me so hard.”

  She shuddered beneath him and her fingers curled upward to trace along the sensitive skin where she entered him.

  It was so fucking good, but what he needed now was just a hard fuck.

  “Hands above your head,” he snapped.

  It took her a moment to process his words, but he could see the moment when she did. Confusion, surprise, and then a shivery sort of desire. She raised her arms, pulling her undershirt up on her belly and putting her chest on display.

  He’d worried that she wouldn’t feel comfortable like that, but all he saw was lust. He truly didn’t see her chest as an erotic part of her, now that she’d explained it. But looking at her all together, her strong arms and hairy pits, her thick body and bound hands brushing against her spikey hair, was erotic beyond imagining.

  “Hold on to the pole.”

  Her fingers scrambled and then found one of the columns that made up his bedframe, chosen for exactly this reason.

  And now, finally, he could sink all the way onto her. Her cock was fat and full inside him, and if he just leaned back a little… Oh, God, yes.

  He reached for his phone and turned the setting up to high. The hum of the two vibrators rose between them and Charlie’s eyes slipped closed.

  He fought the battle to keep his own eyes open, because he didn’t want to miss a moment of seeing her like this. He ground down into her and her back arched until she was tethered down only by his weight on her hips and her hands on the bedframe.

  That was all he needed. He rose up and thrust back down, using her eager body to fill himself, slowly and then faster.

  He felt the angle shift as she bent her knees until she could pound back up into him. Each time they came together, she let out a throaty cry.

  “That’s right, babe. Fuck me hard. Make me feel good.”

  She redoubled her efforts and he leaned back a little further until she was tagging his G-spot every time. He usually couldn’t come from just that, but this time he might.

  “You going to come for me?” He meant it rhetorically, but she answered.

  “I don’t have to.” Something heavy crossed her expression. Something cold and doubting.

  He paused both of their actions and leaned forward to kiss it away. He’d enjoyed orgasm denial with other subs, but this sounded like self-doubt. Maybe even fear. He might one day tease and deny her, but only after she’d given herself over to him a million times. He needed her to see how desirable she was when she took what she needed.

  Starting right now.

  Their kiss was lingering and slow, but desire simmered just beneath. He ground into her with his pelvis as he spoke against her lips. “Oh no, sexy. This is all about you. I want all of you. I want to own your orgasms. If you can’t, just tell me. But if you’re willing to trust me, I want to make you feel better than you ever have before.”

  She s
ucked in a sharp breath and he devoured her mouth, sucking the hungry kisses from her lips.

  He finally pulled back to look at her, breath heaving. “Remember? All of this is in our heads. How we see ourselves. And I can’t get enough of your hard cock fucking me so good. So you’re going to come when I tell you to. Aren’t you?”

  She let out a strangled moan when he resumed their rhythm. She responded so well to his dirty talk and his body. So he’d just have to give her more.

  “Watch me, Charlie.”

  She was still positioned on the extra pillows so that she could see everything. He teased his hands down his own shoulders to his tits while her eyes followed every move.

  “You like these, don’t you?” He fingered his nipples and gave them a little twist. A jagged pain shot through him and he let her see it on his face.

  Her fingers loosed on the pole as her arms started toward him. He stilled immediately and her eyes flashed when she must have felt the belt pulling back against her wrists.

  “Uh, uh. Keep those hands there. You’re all mine, and I decide when you get to touch. Right now, your job is giving me that sexy cock.”

  She gripped the pole again, but now her fingers were twitching, opening and then holding tight again. He could see the strain against her bindings, the way that she was pulling her arms part from each other just to feel the resistance. She thrust back into him and he moaned.

  He was going to be in trouble if he couldn’t get her there soon.

  He resumed tracing his chest again, his movements jerky as he rose and fell on her hard length.

  “You want to know what I like?”

  “Please.”

  That word was killing him. He wanted to hear it a thousand times.

  “I like just a little pain.” He flicked his nipples and they both gasped together. “That’s right.” He did it again. “You made me feel so good. The next time you touch me, I’m going to let you pinch.” He gasped as he demonstrated. “And bite.”

  She moaned, her fingers clenched to the pole.

  He kept playing with his nipples, watching her eyes grow wild. “I’ll tell you just how to do it. Take control and give us both exactly what we need.”

  He stroked further down his body bringing her gaze down his chest, over his belly, and down to his cock.

  “Look how hard you make me.” He stroked his cock, sending the vibrator hard against his clit.

  It was so good that he cried out, lost for a minute. It was just too much. “Fuck, Charlie. You feel so good. I love your cock inside me. I love seeing you helpless while I ride you. Uhn.”

  He started working his shaft. The silicone was dry, and he spit into his hand. Now the glide was easy and rapid.

  Each stroke sent fire through him. It was that feel of his own dick on his hand, right where it belonged, that felt sexy and powerful. And then the rapid vibrations right on his clit, his smaller dick, that he could aim just where he wanted them.

  “Look at how much I want you,” he demanded, breath heavy. He ran a rapid hand over his length. “I’m going to come on your cock. You’re going to come inside me.”

  Her knuckles were almost white on the pole. Her mouth was open, and he could tell she was close.

  He ground down onto her, giving her all of his weight. Now when she thrust up into him there’d be no escape from the deep vibrations that he could feel where his skin met the thin fabric of her boxers.

  “Chase it, babe. Fuck me until you come. Need you to come for me.”

  She squirmed beneath him in rapid waves, her cock so full and hard and right where he needed it as she made each tiny thrust.

  He stroked his own shaft faster. “That’s right. Give it to me. Harder. Fuck me harder.”

  He could see the moment when she tipped over the edge. Eyes scrunched tight, lips wide open and forming his name, every muscle tight as she clung to the bed pole.

  “Carla! Carla! Carla!” she begged.

  He ground circles onto her cock as her rhythm faltered.

  He held the base of his own dick, working it against himself. He was so close. So close...

  There. Ecstasy flashed through his body. Clit and cock and cunt all crashing together into one sublime wave that swept through him.

  Charlie. Everything was Charlie. He needed her. Needed to be closer.

  He lunged down to capture her mouth, their tongues tangling and teeth grazing. He wanted to dissolve into her. To melt together until their bodies were one. “Charlie,” he moaned into her. “Fuck, Charlie, need you.”

  Her arms came up around him, still bound and holding him close. Like she couldn’t stand for him to be any farther away either.

  He rubbed against her, riding out the aftershocks with her cock inside him, his pressed to her belly. He never wanted this to end.

  At last, though, the sensation got to be too much, and he scrambled for his phone, pulling away just far enough to put in his fingerprint and swipe it off.

  He nestled back into the circle of Charlie’s arms. They were still connected everywhere, the layers of cloth between them meaningless when they were so close in every other way.

  “Don’t pull out,” he whispered. This wasn’t a command. He just couldn’t bear to end this yet.

  He kissed her neck, licking the salt off her sweaty skin.

  No, that wasn’t just sweat.

  He shifted to his elbows and kissed across the rest of her face. There were tender wrinkles around her eyes, the fine lines filled with tears.

  “You’re crying,” he whispered. He didn’t want to break this sacred space between them, but he also needed to know what she was thinking.

  “I’ve never actually, um, come before.”

  He placed a soft kiss at the corner of each eye and then dropped down to squeeze her tightly. “You were magnificent. I can’t tell you how honored I am that you shared that with me.”

  “It was OK?”

  “It was glorious. Perfect. Better than I dreamed.”

  He undulated his body, driving her cock into himself again and making them both moan. “And I’ve been dreaming about you a lot, believe me.” He pressed back again and had to squeeze his eyes shut. They were both too over-sensitive to continue, but it was magnificent.

  “I just… I kept all my clothes on.”

  He shrugged, their shoulders still pressed together. “I didn’t really think about it. Did you?”

  “Not really. I mean, when I thought about it, I felt… safe. Like I didn’t have to worry.”

  “And the rest of it. How did you feel?”

  “Safe.”

  He kissed the edge of her mouth.

  “Anything else?”

  She paused and he could almost hear her thinking. “It was good,” she finally said.

  He laughed against her mouth then peppered her with kisses. “Well, I suppose that’s a step up from nice. Maybe next time we can aim for very good and work our way up to excellent.”

  Charlie laughed with him and gave him a light smack on the arm. “I’m not good with words like you. I’m trying.”

  “I know, sexy. I’m proud of you.”

  They fell into a lazy kiss, delicate brushes of lips and languid tongues. He never wanted to move again.

  Though their positions were finally getting to be uncomfortable and he wanted to get her wrists untied before they started to hurt. He sighed deeply and nudged her arms off of him so that he could disentangle. The moment she slipped out of him he already felt a sense of loss.

  He kneeled beside her and opened the belt buckle, slowly unwinding the loops from her wrists. He could see from her eyes that she really liked it. But now wasn’t the time.

  He tossed it to the floor, then massaged each wrist. There were indentations from the pressure, but nothing that would leave a mark later. He pressed a kiss to the inside of each one.

  Then he pulled the quilt over both of them and snuggled into her side. Her arm came up to hold him close and their knees nestled together
. His cock was still hard against her hip and hers brushed his thigh, but it felt relaxed and quiet, like their cocks were still part of their closeness but limp and spent.

  “We should clean up,” Charlie suggested.

  “Nope. I’m not letting you get away from me.” If she’d be willing to take a shower with him, he’d suggest that, but that was for a distant future. Maybe never. He’d have to get her sexy body under the water in a deserted lake or pool sometime when she could wear a swimsuit. Now that was a lovely thought…

  Charlie’s next words broke through his daydream. “You’re sure? And you really want to do this again?”

  Carla kept his tone light. He’d tell her as many times as he needed to. “Every day if I can. I’ll take as much as you give me.”

  “I just… I haven’t been in a relationship in a long time. I don’t know if I can do it right.”

  Carla ran soothing fingers under the hem of her shirt. “Then maybe this is your time. All you have to do is be yourself.”

  “And if I’m not sure who I am? I mean, I feel like myself with you, but still… not all the way maybe? It’s never been easy being myself.”

  “Then we’ll explore that together.” He pressed his lips to her cheek. “Maybe that means transitioning. Maybe that means becoming more comfortable with this sexy body and knowing that I enjoy being with you just like this. If you’ll be mine, we have all the time in the world to figure it out.”

  He could feel her body relax beneath his. “Thank you. I think I… never thought I could do that before.”

  “So you’re mine now?” He was feeling sleepy and cuddly, but he tilted his head up enough to watch her face from the corner of his eye.

  She was grinning, though she probably didn’t think he could see. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

  He gave her a squeeze. “Excellent. Then I’m yours, too.” It was an easy commitment to make.

  Carla nestled in, appreciating the musculature of her shoulders and the strength of her arms. He traced patterns on her side until she linked their fingers together.

  He let a loopy grin spread over his face.

  “You know, I didn’t expect you to be so cuddly. It doesn’t seem very Dom-like.”

  “Does it seem Carla-like, though?”