That was too close. I’ll never survive if he does that again. A broken sigh escaped her.
“Shhh - that’s it. Hold it back.” The warm approval in his tone stroked over her as his hands tightened in warning against her ass. “Let’s try that again.” He nuzzled her ear when she lifted her head to glare at him. “I love pushing a sub to her limits – then past them.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but could only cling to him when he almost lazily rocked her against him with an extra circular grind at the end. She willed herself not to come, as it sent the balls over every inch of her sheath while rubbing her clit in a tantalizing way. She bit her lower lip – determined to resist the eroticism of it all. But of course, her willpower was as flimsy as wet piece of toilet paper in the face of the gathering tension in her groin. Her thighs trembled against his hips as the pleasure threatened to peak. She dug her nails into his shoulders. “Deacon!”
As soon as his name pasted her lips, she whimpered at her slip. Maybe he wouldn’t notice.
Then his arms tightened around her and a rough growl rumbled through him. “That’s one.”
“One, Sir?” She gasped weakly, her body shaking with the need to come.
He nuzzled her temple. “Punishment.”
She cried out in a combination of lust and apprehension. Her bottom still tingled from her earlier punishment. And as sadistic as Deacon was proving to be, she wouldn’t put it past him to dole it out while his damned Ben Wa balls were inside her. “Sir… I can’t…please don’t…punish me.”
“Hmmm, should’ve thought about that before you spoke.” He tilted her hips to the left then to the right.
Her shriek of protest turned into one of agonizing pleasure, as the balls massaged her from a different angle.
* * * *
Deacon narrowed his eyes as Bethany struggled against him, aiding in the rocking motion that he knew was driving her insane with lust.
Almost as much as me.
He shifted her back – separating their bodies slightly, giving his cock a chance to breath. This lesson wouldn’t end well if he lost control and came in his shorts.
“Sir! Please!”
He didn’t need to see her face to hear the tears in her voice. It was almost enough to make him want to pull back, to ease off her. She’d had the balls in nearly ninety minutes – a new record for an untried submissive. The only thing that kept him from ordering her to come was the sudden catch in her voice and the involuntary squirm she gave when he lightly nipped her ear. Bethany wasn’t adverse to punishment, as she wanted him to believe.
Perhaps she craves the pleasurable pain as much as I do.
“Please what, Bethany? Please bend you over the table again? Please use my flogger on you? Or is it please punish me, so you can come?” He let his teeth trail down her throat while lifting her higher in the water. He growled low in his throat as her breasts bobbed free, their dark coral tips tempting in their rigid state. A temptation he refused to deny. Dipping his head, he sucked the left one into his mouth, pressing up on the hard peak, trapping it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Then he drew hard on it.
“Oh, God.” She jerked, her fingers threading through his hair, cupping his head as he fed on her. “I…can’t believe you’re doing this…the people on the beach…”
He could hear her babbling but refused to stop. If he thought he could get away with it, he’d lift her onto his shoulders and feast on the damp folds between her thighs. Maybe when we get back to the room. Until then, she should consider herself lucky he was contenting himself with a sip from her breasts.
He growled softly as he abandoned one nipple to attack the other. Her whimpers only stroked his lust to see how much she could take. Would she disobey and come? Or would she struggle through the building sensations to please him?
The idea of finding out raced through his system like a twelve-year-old scotch, leaving a burning that could only be slaked by burying himself long and hard in her tight little pussy. He captured the other tip between his teeth, then teased it with flicks of his tongue.
“Sir!” A hard tremor shook her as her pelvis arched towards him. “Please!”
He tore his mouth away, his gaze connecting with her desperate one. Her eyes begged for permission to come. “No.” He dug his fingernails into the swell of her hip – hoping the minor flare of pain would pull her back from the edge. But it was too late for that. Evidently, he’d misjudged how close she was, and the sudden sting pushed her over the edge.
“I…can’t…it’s too much….” Her fingers dug into his shoulders and a low guttural moan ripped free of her as the orgasm he’d been trying to stall hit her.
“Son of a…” He let the curse die in his throat, then drug her head down, letting her body slip back down his, her legs wrapping around his waist to remain above water. He captured her lips under his while rocking her hips against his to bring her to peak - knowing if he stopped her now, the thwarted release would become painful in a way that Bethany wasn’t experienced enough to handle. As he swallowed her desperate cries of pleasure, he was proud she’d lasted as long as she had with the balls inside her. He’d pushed her hard in an effort to see how far he could before she snapped.
When she finally went limp in his embrace, he moved his hands from her hips to her back and began lightly petting her – waiting for her to come back to herself, while ignoring his throbbing cock. It took several minutes for her ragged breathing to even out, but he didn’t rush her. Her ready acceptance of his demands had earned her a few extra minutes of cuddle time. Not that it will save her ass when we get back to the room.
“Sir?” Her soft inquiry was hesitant.
“Hmmm…” He didn’t stop his wandering hands.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She kept her face pressed against his chest. “I failed you.”
“Not entirely.” He didn’t deny that she’d broken one of his rules, but instead chose to focus on the positive outcome of their scene. “Before your spectacular orgasm, I had no idea how sensitive your nipples are.” He lifted her chin with one finger. “I now know that you can come from nipple play – a dangerous bit of information for a man like me to have.”
She licked the salt water off her lower lip. “Really?”
He nodded. “Hell yeah. I have a pair of vibrating nipple clamps at home that are so tiny you can wear them under your work polo and no one will be the wiser – you could sit at the bar and try to balance the books, and even Tim wouldn’t realize how close you’d be to coming.”
Her cheeks pinked at the idea. “You wouldn’t – this is just...”
He arched a brow at her. “Until the end of our stay. But if you agree to be my submissive, I can promise you it will eventually happen, Bethany.”
She seemed unsettled by his statement, but he thought it was only fair to warn her. “And I plan on doing everything I can to convince you.” He cupped her cheek. “Now let’s go back to the bungalow. Unlike my confused sub, I’m still hard as a rock.” He brushed his nose against hers. “And I want to make love to this delicious little body.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Six
“Oh, my God.” Bethany panted and gripped the spindles of the headboard even harder. Between her thighs on his stomach, Deacon gave a hum of approval as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the top of her mound. His palms rubbed over her inner thighs as his lips strayed lower, until he could dip his tongue in, if he wanted. She waited on baited breath to see if he’d taste her or merely tease. She groaned as he skirted her slit to tongue the crease of where her thigh met her torso. She still couldn’t believe she was doing this…hell, that he was doing this. After coming at the beach, she’d figured that she was in for another punishment. Not one as severe as the one she’d earned by running, but at least a spanking.
Instead, he tosses me on the bed, and orders me to hang onto the headboard while he eats my pussy – what kinda fucked up p
unishment is that?
“That’s it, little one.” Deacon lifted his head, while spreading her labia wide with his thumbs, exposing her wet inner folds. She should be embarrassed to have him examining her so closely. She should be protesting but instead found herself even more aroused at the idea he wanted to see every part of her sex. “Let me see that pretty little clit and luscious wet hole.” His fingers kept her open as his head dipped lower - his tongue extended.
She was torn between wanting to close her eyes, unable to bear the raw image of him tasting her, and storing up every second of their time together like a greedy squirrel hoarding nuts for winter. She jolted at the first brush of wetness across her inner folds. She squirmed when he circled her opening, then cried out as he dipped inside as delicately as a humming bird sipping at nectar. “Sir!”
“Mmmmm.” His tongue deserted her entrance.
She groaned as agile, wet heat lashed at her clit. From her elevated position, she could see his tongue moving over her bud. It was beyond her scope of experience, to watch and feel him feasting on her. “I…oh, hell…Dea—Sir….damn it.” She knew she was babbling but couldn’t tear her focus away from the fire burning in-between her legs.
The sharp slap against her thigh had her moaning and arching toward his mouth. It also told her even with his attention focused on his meal, he was aware of her slip. She grew wetter. Where the hell had this man been hiding? She’d have never guessed her best friend hid this attention to detail under his easy going, good old boy attitude.
Guess it goes to prove that it all depends upon the subject matter.
The sudden intrusion of two thick fingers into her pussy sent her thoughts scattering. She greedily clamped around the invading digits as pleasure burst over her. The thrust and drag of them as he finger-fucked her, only sent her higher. Instinctively, she lifted towards them, tears welling in her eyes as she fought the need for more. Every thought, every sharp inhale was centered on her growing orgasm. She trembled on the edge, her knuckles going white around the spindles. “Sir, please.”
He lifted his head. “It’s not going to be that easy. You’re going to have to work for it.” Pulling his fingers free, he made a production out of sucking them clean. Her womb clenched hard. Had she ever seen anything so erotic in her life?
“Mmmm…” He gave her rakish grin, then hooked his hands under her knees and pushed them towards her chest. She squeaked as her bottom left the bed. A protest built in her throat as he dipped his head once more, but this time considerably lower than before. If she could’ve jumped up from the bed she would’ve, when she felt the hot probe of his tongue against her anus.
“What….Sir!” She gritted her teeth and her head tilted back, as he circled her bottom hole then pressed against it. Unfamiliar sensations filled her.
“You better not be closing those eyes, Bethany.” His warning was hoarse but firm. Then he shifted his hold and braced her legs with one long forearm across the back of her thighs – leaving one hand free while he resumed his teasing.
“No, Sir,” she panted, squirming each time the tip of his tongue breached her hole. How could he be doing this? It’s dirty….
All thoughts of how deliciously wrong his actions were fell to the wayside when his thumb circled her clit, sending a shard of sharp pleasure through her. She moaned and squeezed the spindles harder.
Oh God, if he keeps that up, I’m going to come.
But the small rational part of her remembered his rules – no coming without permission. He owned her orgasms – at least for the remainder of the week. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep the overwhelming need at bay. She wouldn’t fail him this time. She couldn’t!
“So good. So sweet.”
The sound and feel of his approval before his tongue made the leisurely lap from her anus up to her clit sent another wave of tingles through her pussy. Thankfully, his thumb abandoned the heart of her sex, halting her orgasm.
“Look at me.”
She lifted her head off the pillow and gazed between her thighs. Lying on his stomach with his weight on his elbows, and his lips slightly swollen and dripping wet with her juices, he looked like sex incarnate.
“Good girl. Watch.” He made a show out of dipping his fingers inside her sheath and drawing out them out. In the sun-dappled room, they glistened. She held her breath. What was he doing? Would he lick them clean or do something else? Her heart leapt at the thought. At this point, she didn’t care what he did – as long as he continued to touch her.
“When I push in, I want you to push out,” were his only instructions before he pressed against her anus. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she was quick to obey, despite the slight burn of his fingers stretching her ass. She held her breath as he slipped what felt like three fingers inside her ass.
“It burns…” she tried to focus on anything but the full feeling inside her bottom. “I…don’t know…if I can…do this.”
“Sure you can.” He nuzzled the inside of her thigh. “And I’ll help you.”
“Help me?” She barely managed to get the words out, before he filled her pussy with two fingers of the opposite hand and dipped his head once more. She gave a surprised shriek as he swirled his tongue over her clit, then tugged at it erotically. “Sir!”
She clenched down hard on his fingers, her orgasm racing towards her like a freight train. She couldn’t help it. She’d never felt so full in her life, nor had any man in the past ever explored the very depths of both orifices. Trying to pull back from his expert touch wasn’t an option, nor was uttering her safeword – she was screwed because she was going to come.
He made noises of encouragement in his throat as he drilled her clit with the tip of his tongue. He obviously didn’t care that she couldn’t control herself. She jerked on the headboard, hoping to distract herself but nothing worked. Her thighs began to tremble against his shoulders as her body turned on her – her self-control shattered. “Fuck!” Her eyes drifted shut and she threw her head back. “Going to come!”
A growl escaped him and he tore his mouth and fingers away. “Not yet!” Then he scrambled onto his knees, hooked her thighs over his arms, and shoved his condom-covered cock inside her in one sharp thrust.
* * * *
Deacon held onto his control by a mere thread, as she clamped down on his cock and her sheath tried to milk him. Her taste still lingered on his tongue while the heat of her ass had yet to fade from his fingers. He couldn’t wait to shove his dick up her tight ass. He’d always been an ass man, and Bethany had a fine one.
Under him, she went rigid as she fought her body. He couldn’t stop the sadistic smile from crossing his face. “You’re not allowed to come yet, Bethany.” Then he gave a hard snap of his hips, loving the way her eyes flew open and her mouth opened on a soundless scream.
“Hold on.” He gritted out, as he set a grueling pace, loving the sound of slapping skins and her fractured guttural moans. Around him, she grew incredibly wetter even as her sheath tightened around him. The added wetness along with the snug feel of her pussy had him riding the razor’s edge.
He shouldn’t have been this turned on- this crazy by merely eating her pussy. He’d scened with other subs – pushed other women harder than he’d yet to push Bethany, but his body acted like he’d been fucking for hours. All because a slip of a woman had gotten under his skin with the way she’d clung to him in desperation, as her orgasm had rocked her world. And now to feel it around his dick?
Fuck, I’m not going to be able to hold it.
The fragmented thought raced through his lust-filled mind, when her hands released the spindles to claw at his shoulders. He snarled at the sting of her nails, before slamming her arms above her head. “No!”
She sobbed, her eyes wild and desperate. “Please!” She struggled against his hold. “I need to hold you.” She squirmed, her legs tightening around his waist. “I’m….” Her cheeks pinked even as a deep flush rose to encompass her pretty tits.
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He narrowed his eyes. His little submissive was on the verge of losing it – coming hard – and disobeying his direct order. He really needed to teach her some control, but at this particular moment in time, buried balls deep in her, he decided to be merciful. It had nothing to do with the seed in his balls that had reached a boiling point – nothing at all. Or at least that’s what he would tell himself later.
“Come, baby. Milk me with that pussy.” The words were growled against her lips, even as he promised himself that before their trip was over he’d take her slow and hard – drive her to the point where she begged for her release.
“Deacon!” His name came out on a squeal. Then her eyes rolled back in her head as she convulsed around him. He hissed as pleasure jolted up his spine – surprising in its intensity. Then he was coming, filling the condom full as his orgasm surged through him. Clamping his teeth on the tender muscle between her neck and shoulder, he rode the sharp euphoria as he marked her as his.
“Wow…”
Her breathless sentiment echoed his own feelings. If he’d thought their earlier interlude in the kitchen had been intense, this one had blown that one out of the water.
Rolling on to his back, he drew her against his side. He smiled when she softly grumbled before settling.
“Shhh, sleep.” He ran a hand down her damp back, knowing between the sun and the numerous orgasms he’d forced from her had to have made her tired. She deserved a nap.
“Mmm…kay…” She burrowed closer. “Love…you…” She cuddled closer, her soft breath teasing his skin.
Deacon stilled. She loved him?
If it had been any other woman or submissive he’d have instantly left the bed, before breaking off any further contact. He didn’t do clingy women – but this was Bethany. The same young girl who kicked Freddy Keegan’s ass for teasing Old Man Writher’s blind dog. The same woman who handled the drunks at his bar with the identical ease she balanced the mess he’d made of his books. Hell, she’d even taken soup to his mother last month, when Deborah Willis had come down with the flu. Bethany wouldn’t know - let alone do clingy - if she tried with both hands. She’d never looked for a man to take care of her.
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