When the garage door rises, I see Sasha’s car already parked inside. It settles the darkness within me knowing she’s here. She’s safe. She’s waiting for me.
Perfect.
As the doors slide closed behind me, I get out of my car and enter the house. Everything’s quiet except for the tick-tick-tick of Sasha’s heels walking across the ebony hardwood floors.
Although the tension that surrounds me is thick, I’m calm.
“Sasha,” I say quietly from the living room archway as I lean against the frame.
She spins and faces me. “Gringo. Dominic was at my house again last night.”
I can tell she’s frightened. But there’s something different in her demeanor. Something has changed. She seems…stronger, and more confident.
Something happened.
The darkness inside me rages again, the only thing it wants is blood.
“I know.”
She jerks her head back in surprise. But she doesn’t ask me how. Before, I wouldn’t have told her how I know. Now, I’m not so sure. Tell her that I sit outside her house every night making sure she’s safe, that she might be in danger because of her association with me? No. She can’t know that. She can’t know what we are, what we really are.
She can never know what I’m doing. And she really can’t know how she fits in.
“Tell me what happened.” I cross my arms across my chest. And wait.
She turns her head to the side and avoids my gaze. It’s not fear that makes her turn away. It’s acceptance. But for what?
I narrow my eyes at her. “Come here.”
It’s strange that her body’s not already pressed against mine. Any other time it would have been.
She walks toward me, her head held high, until she’s so close, I can feel the heat of her body. I cup her cheek and stroke her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. “You are a warrior. I think you’re finally starting to realize that.” Her eyes meet mine. There’s a vulnerability in them, but not from weakness. From her strength. My want for her grabs me tighter and pushes the oxygen from my lungs. I kiss her. It’s hard and tender. Demanding and hungry. It’s full of all the admiration I have for her. Still holding her face, I break away and look into her eyes. She wants to tell me, but there’s something holding her back.
I grip her chin and force her eyes to meet mine. “Come with me, sweet pet. I want to hear your secrets in your screams.”
I can feel her body shudder.
Sliding my hand down her neck, over her shoulder, and along her arm, I clasp her hand and lead her upstairs. Neither of us speak as we enter my bedroom.
In war, there are always means of acquiring what you want. There’s no question we’re in the midst of war, somethings are out in the open, others are cloaked in silence. Sasha is a casualty of that war. Right now I’m going to get the information she has. There’s only one way to do that with her.
When we get to the center of the bedroom, I stop and pull her back close to my front. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I glide my other hand around her throat. I bring my mouth next to hers and lick the corner of her mouth. It opens as she sighs. “He was there,” I whisper. A slight nod is my answer. With my grip holding her head still, I nibble along her jaw. “With James.” Her body tenses against mine. James did something. Inside, I rage. Outside, I hold her tighter and suck the bite I just left on her cheek. “Tonight, my pet, I’m going to tie you. It’s going to be tight, and you won’t be able to move. I’m going to torture you with pleasure. When you give up what I want, I’ll reward you.” Another shudder ripples through her body. “Do you understand?” She nods her head yes, but doesn’t answer. “Good.” I drag my hands over her body and cup her breasts, squeezing their delicious plumpness in my palms. “Lift your arms.” She does, and I pull her silk gold ribbed sweater over her head. “When I’m done with you, your body will be covered with rope marks.” Undoing her bra, her breasts fall free. “What do you think when you look at my marks?” I whisper with my mouth at her ear and my hands grazing her skin. Her breathing is heavy now. I fucking love it.
She closes her eyes tightly. “I think, ‘yours’.”
That shit right there goes straight to my cock.
“Take off your shoes, Sasha,” I tell her as I unzip her skirt, slide it down until my thumbs slip into the elastic of her panties, and pull them both down her legs. With her now naked, I bend and pick up all of her things and bring them to one of the chairs under the window. The other, I carry to the foot of the bed and set it against it. Next, I go to the walk-in closet, strip off my shirt, shoes, and socks, and leave them on the floor. In a box on the top shelf is where I keep the toys I bought for her. I take out the butt plug. Next to it is a bag of rope. I remove the five lengths I need. Back in the bedroom, I get the lube from the nightstand.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t buy these chairs for this specific purpose. The back has a tufted roll on top, the cushion nice and thick and soft. Yeah, it won’t hurt as she’s bent over it and tied to the legs.
When I approach her, her eyes travel from mine to the items clutched in my hands. When she meets my gaze again, I grin wickedly at her. I drop the rope on the floor and stand directly in front of her. Lifting the shiny silver plug, I trace it over the planes of her face. “I bought you a present.”
“Thank you,” she says softly.
Gliding the metal over her lips, I ask, “Do you want it?”
A heartbeat passes before she replies, “Yes.”
I grin again and tell her, “Open.”
She does, she opens that beautiful fucking mouth, I slip in the butt plug and watch her suck it.
“When I’m done ringing everything out of you, I’m going to fuck you with this buried in your ass,” I twist the metal in a circle inside her mouth. “Think of it Sasha. My cock pounding into your cunt while pounding the plug into your ass.” Her nipples tighten into hard little peaks as her eyelids dip. I lower my other hand and glide a finger along her slit. She’s so fucking wet already. Dragging my finger to her clit, I tease it gently while slowly removing the plug from her mouth, so slow a string of spit pulls along with it. “That is while you’re tied to that fucking chair.”
“Gringo,” she starts to speak.
“Ssshhh, Sasha. It’s not time to talk yet.” I slip a finger inside her wetness.
Her eyes close and she sighs. I lower my face and suck a hard nipple into my mouth as I thrust my finger into her slowly. She clutches my shoulders as she spreads her legs wider.
“Please,” she moans.
Raising my head and pulling my finger from her, I cup her mound tightly. “Turn around and get on the chair, knees spread open on the cushion.” Her nails dig into my flesh. “Go,” I squeeze her sex.
When she turns and leaves my hand, my palm is covered in her slickness, so much so, I cover the silver plug with it, then lick my fingers. She settles herself on the chair, her heart shaped ass in front of me.
I pick up a length of rope and twist it around one leg of the chair, then around Sasha’s calf and ankle. Then I move to the other side. She’s watching everything I do.
“Let your arms hang down, pet.” She does without comment.
So fucking perfect.
After I twist the other sections of rope around both her arms, I tell her, “I’m going to use the fuck out of you, pet.” Lowering my face next to hers, I grab her hair roughly and turn her face to mine. She gasps loudly. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she pants out with her head pulled back.
“Good.” My mouth crashes into hers and devours hers in a savage kiss.
Whatever she’s got to tell me makes her uncomfortable. I could tell by the way her body tensed. I don’t want her mind there. I want it right the fuck here, I want the only thing she’s focusing on is me and what I’m doing to her.
I let her go and step back. Her head drops and she’s breathing heavily. My bed is high enough for her to rest her head on if she should ha
ve to.
For what I’m going to do to her, she’s going to have to.
There’s one final piece of rope on the floor. I pick it up and wrap it around her knees and the back of the chair, completely immobilizing her.
“Gringo…”
“Ssshh, pet, I haven’t told you to speak yet.”
She fucking moans again.
My dick is hard as stone, but it’s going to be a while before I find a release. This is about her. Everything is about her.
I pick up the lube, squeeze some onto my palm, and warm it before I cover her asshole with it, then the plug. With the plug at the puckered entrance, I start teasing her. I move back and forth from circling around her clit, to sliding a finger, then two, into her pussy, and back to her sensitive nub. I press the plug against her and watch it sink further and further until it disappears inside.
“Nice and full,” I lay a palm against it and press.
“Gringo, please,” she begs.
Smack! My palms lands on her exposed sex peeking through her spread legs.
She moans loud and guttural.
“I said you will speak when I tell you.”
Smack! My hand lands on the plug.
“Oooh Gooood…” her head drops onto the bed.
I smile. Gripping her hips with both hands, I lower behind her and place a hard sucking kiss over her pussy entrance.
“Damn you,” she hisses.
I chuckle darkly. This shouldn’t be so much fucking fun.
“I’m going to eat this sweet cunt, and while I do, you’re going to tell me what you heard them talking about last night.” I lick a long swipe with my tongue flat against her labia lips, then spear it inside her.
And hopefully some of her pain from the experience will be replaced with pleasure.
I begin to lick her slow and languidly, quietly but without stopping. I need to be able to hear her.
“They mentioned Saudi Arabians,” her words are breathy as she rides my mouth.
I almost freeze. I don’t, but she stops. I nip her clit with my teeth quickly.
She squeals but continues. “Dominic said he’d heard from them and they’re getting impatient…I think.” That’ll do. Her body stills. “James said something about a gift for them.”
MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. No fucking way!
I stop myself from squeezing my fingers into her flesh. Instead, I push on the plug and plunge my tongue in and out of her hole.
“Aaaaahhh!” she moans and arches her back.
I need to get my shit calm. So I take her clit between my lips and suck.
“Gringo!” she yells. “I’m going to come!” I close my teeth gently on it and flick that swollen little nub with my tongue. I can feel the spasms of her release against my face. When her body slackens, I stand.
I bend over her back, circle my arms to her front, take each nipple between my fingers, and pinch.
“Gringo, Gringo, GRINGO,” she chants on a cry.
“So good, Sasha,” I murmur as I roll the points between my fingers. “That was your first reward.” She fucking whimpers and it makes my cock ache.
I trail a line with my tongue across her flesh before I stand and leave her to retrieve a vibrator from her box of toys.
I have a feeling she’s going to need the distraction for the next part.
Standing behind her again, I turn it on, the whirring noise mixing with her breathing.
“Nonono!” she yells. “Don’t you dare!” squirming in her restraints.
Instead of placing it where she thinks I’m going to, it lands on one of her nipples. “No, Sasha? Tsk, tsk, tsk. And you’ve been doing so good,” I speak quietly next to her ear. “Now I might not let you come.” I move the vibrator to the other breast as she whimpers quietly. “Surely you can take this, pet, can’t you?”
Her body is already covered in a light sheen of perspiration and her hair is beginning to stick to her face.
“Please Gringo, you said you were going to fuck me.”
I chuckle again. “I also said I was going to torture you.”
“I hate you,” she cries.
I laugh. “You just might before I’m done.”
I choose to ignore the probability of that.
As I straighten, I bring the vibrator down her torso to rest at the juncture of her thighs.
“Tell me what happened next,” my voice is softer now, gentler, letting her know I understand.
She whimpers again with the gentle pressure against her. “James called me to him.” I barely make out the words.
My body tenses but I don’t stop. I slip the tip of the vibrator into her entrance just an inch.
“Oh, God,” her back arches. I pull it out. She relaxes. I place it against her clit. “He made me kneel in front of him,” she grits out between clenched teeth. I pull back again and her body droops. I thrust it completely inside of her. “Gaaaahhh! He made me suck him in front of Dominic. Dominic saw my ass!” I turn off the vibrator but don’t take it out. Her body doesn’t relax, but she drops her head down. I flick the switch. She spasms. “He didn’t tell James about the marksssss!” she hisses the s.
As darkness fills my veins, I pull out the vibrator. That fucking prick!
She didn’t come. I took it from her before she could.
“Please,” she whimpers, her hair hanging limply in her face. “Don’t leave me like this.”
“No, baby, I won’t. But I want you to come,” I pinch one nipple, “like,” then the other, “this.” I pinch them both hard and twist them back and forth between my fingers. She screams. It’s loud, but not loud enough.
I let her come, but I robbed her of the one that was lingering, the one that’s going to kick her ass.
That one’s for me, when I’ve got my cock pounding into her.
Because I’ve got to annihilate that scumbag from her completely.
“Tell me something, Sasha,” I whisper into her ear.
She’s quivering in my grasp. She’s ready to explode, I can feel it. Her body is glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her skin is flushed a beautiful rosy glow. And her pussy is soaking wet.
This is her at her most beautiful. Raw. Vulnerable. Real. And totally fucking exposed, her heart, body, mind, and soul. It’s all there spread open before me. Not her perfectly toned legs, but yeah, those are spread wide for me as well. But her, everything inside of her is laid bare begging for me to come and claim it.
I could pick it all clean like a fucking vulture and leave her empty. Just like that scumbag James. Or I could nurture it, adore it, and make it come to life.
It’s my choice.
“What do you want to know?” she pants breathily. She’s fucking high as a kite on lust.
I lick a long line up her cheek as I lightly graze her clit with the tip of my finger. Not enough to push her over the edge again, but enough to keep her there. Her hips thrust as much as they can into my touch as she whimpers a moan.
The question has been burning my tongue ever since the first time I touched her. I have to know.
With my lips grazing her ear, I ask her quietly, “I was your first.” It’s not a question. I already know, I just need to hear it from her lips. Especially after last night.
Her body stills.
“Answer me, Sasha,” I bite the shell of her ear as I flick her clit.
She drags in a long breath. “Yes. You were the first man to make me come.”
That shit does something to me, some Neanderthal primitive fucking claiming thing. I might not have been the one to take her virginity, but I was the first one to bring her pleasure.
I was the one who released the sultry woman inside of her. I gave her the gift of pleasure.
Me.
There’s more. I know it.
“What else?” I press down on her clit and rub.
“Gringo,” she croaks.
“Tell me,” I pull down the zipper of my jeans. She hears it, I can tell because she sighs.
She
drops her head again, giving up or giving in, I’m not sure.
“You’re the first man I’ve ever loved.”
My body just imploded from her words.
I’m a prick, there is absolutely no denying it.
I tear my jeans off and kick them to the side. Positioning myself at her entrance, the silver plug above, I start to press into her slowly, just a little at a time. Just the head, in and out, over and over. Stars explode inside my head, her words repeat on a loop, and each time it’s another shot of a fucking drug so strong, I lose myself in her completely.
My hips go deeper, my cock plunges into her harder and faster, on and on I thrust into her. So good, so fucking good. More, more, I need more. Somewhere in the haze, my body bends over hers and I find her clit.
“Everywhere, Sasha,” I growl like the goddamn feral beast I am right now, “I’m fucking you everywhere.” I bring my other hand to her mouth and she sucks two fingers in as far as they’ll go. I fuck her harder, I slam into her deeper, I rub her clit faster, and I thrust into her more to push that fucking plug right into her ass and slam into her heart.
When I come, I don’t fucking growl, I roar like a wild animal. She screams like a goddamn banshee, and she does squirt all over my hand and my chair. I fucking love it. I rub my hand all over her, still thrusting into her but my hips slowing, the liquid shooting out the sides of my hands like a goddamn hydrant.
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