Abuse: The Complete Trilogy

by Nikki Sex

  “Ah, this looks promising,” I say in a teasing tone.

  He says nothing, but I swear I can feel him grinning as he follows behind me.

  When I walk into the bedroom, the bedside table lights are both on. The bed covers have been pulled back—the bottom sheet is sprinkled with rose petals. It’s very romantic, but that’s not what strikes my eye. It’s the mirror.

  “Oh my God,” I cry out.

  Grant has had a mirror installed in our bedroom. A HUGE mirror, from the ceiling to the bottom of the wall beside our bed.

  I turn toward him to see his face studying mine. His lips quirk up into a wry smile.

  My brows shoot up. “What will our poor housekeeper think?” I ask.

  “Maria likes it,” he says. “She laid the rose petals out for me today. As I recall, her actual comment was, ‘many children will be made in this bed.’

  I laugh. “How did you know I liked mirrors?”

  He gazes at me, his eyes penetrating, intense. “Darlin’, I remember every single word you’ve ever said to me. We were discussing sexual fantasies. You told me, ‘I adore mirrors. Watching you take me would be hot as hell.’ His voice is low and hungry with lust.

  He shakes his head. “Watching as I fuck you? I think that sounds hot as hell, too. Now, we can both get our wish.”

  “Yes!”

  “I hoped to impress you.”

  “Believe me, you did,” I tell him. I look down meaningfully at the imposing bulge straining against his expensive slacks. “But if you really want to impress me, take off your clothes.”

  Grant and I both laugh at my little joke. When he bends to kiss me, I place a hand on his chest. “I have one more birthday wish—more a request, really.”

  “Oh?” He frowns. “What is it?” He smiles ruefully. “You know I can’t refuse you anything you ask for.”

  “Good,” I say with a teasing smile. “I figure after twenty-three birthday spankings—not too hard, mind you—then I’d love it if you’d take me in the ass. Does that work for you?”

  Oh, where’s a camera when I need one?

  The look on Grant’s face is priceless.

  Chapter 68.

  “Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.”

  ― Hunter S. Thompson

  ~~~

  Grant Wilkinson

  I stare in blank astonishment at Renata.

  Spank her then take her in the ass?

  Well. This makes a change as a birthday surprise. What a present. I’ve never had a girlfriend or fiancée before, but this sure beats giving chocolates or jewelry.

  “This is your night, darlin’,” I manage to say hoarsely. “Whatever you want, I’m going to give it to you.”

  “Woo hoo!” she says, then she spins on her heel, rummages through a dresser drawer and brings out lube and a beaded glass butt plug. With a wide grin and raised eyebrows, she laughs joyously as she hands them to me.

  “This is what I want.” A provocative smile plays mischievously at the corner of her lips. “You’ll figure it out pretty quickly, I think.”

  Mute, I stare at the cool objects in my hand and don’t reply. Fucking hell. I know exactly what I’d like to do with all of these things. I blink a few times, swallow hard and shake my head briefly to clear it. I have to remind myself to breathe.

  Is this her birthday present, or mine?

  “I’ll be in the bathroom,” she says, not waiting for a reply. “By the time I finish, I swear to God, you’ll be able to eat off of my ass—both inside and out. I’ll be so damn clean, I might just squeak.” These are her parting words as she laughs at the look on my face.

  God, she’s too much!

  If this is what I get for her birthday, I can’t wait for Christmas! But her comments are too close to my dirtiest fantasy of all—the one I’ve never talked about, to anyone. Does she know?

  Monster! Pervert!

  These old thoughts echo in my mind, but they don’t have as much force as they used to.

  Slowly, I take my clothes off, while vividly imagining what she’s doing in there. I hear her snickering as she turns the shower on. Enema, she’d told me when we discussed this previously.

  Sweet Jesus, I may go to hell later, but tonight I’m on a nasty plane, with a first class ticket straight to heaven.

  I walk to the guest bathroom, wash my hands and face, then brush my teeth. This is her night, but I rinse my cock, just in case. I used soap once, but Renata objected. ‘Grant, I love the way you taste and smell.’ That’s what she told me.

  I shut my eyes as my breath catches. Logically, I shouldn't be surprised; the feeling is mutual.

  How did I get so lucky?

  Her advice about the risk of cross infection echoes in my mind like a Hare Krishna chant. ‘Left hand anus, right hand pussy.’

  Jesus, am I finally going to do this?

  This time I look forward to spanking and playing with her beautiful ass. That I can do. First, because she asked for it. Second, because I like how red and warm her skin becomes; third, because I don’t plan to hit her very hard. But most of all, I think she’s beginning to like it.

  I like what she likes. A lot.

  I understand part of the reason a spanking can be so sexual. All that blood brought to the surface, swelling and circulating around her pelvic area must be highly stimulating. Not to mention endorphin and adrenaline responses.

  This spanking is going to be major foreplay.

  I’ll never forget her huge orgasm from the last time I paddled her bottom. I've relived that happy moment over and over in my mind.

  Tonight, I’ll let her climax as many times as she can, whenever she’s able. It’s a happy birthday thing.

  And as for this butt plug? I regard the firm, weighty object in my left hand. It’s tapered for easy insertion. Shit. I shut my eyes and grab my swollen cock, more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life.

  I’ve fucked her a million times with my mouth, fingers, tongue, cock and various dildos and vibrators. I love watching her responses. I adore the sounds she makes, the muscular contractions of her pussy during orgasm, and how her clit hardens, reddens and pulses.

  That never gets old.

  But I’ve never fucked her ass.

  I stare at the butt plug. What will it look like as I push it in and out of her? It's clear glass, so I'll be able to see her asshole stretched wide open. The entire time I use that plug, I’ll be imagining it’s my cock thrusting into her, ramming in and out of her tight puckered ring.

  I gasp, suddenly realizing how different using the plug will be. Her tight little hole will open and shut, closing firmly round every rounded section of the plug as I shove it in and out of her.

  Damn, what a sight.

  I stare down at my aching erection. I’m hard as tempered steel. Aroused, nervous, and in a fever pitch of excitement, I feel like a stag in rutting heat.

  How am I going to manage to control myself? Tonight, some of my darkest fantasies will come true, maybe even all of them—I’ll have to wait and see. I could come just thinking about it.

  Shit, I should have jerked off while I had the chance.

  “Hey.”

  Comfortable in her nakedness, Renata strolls gracefully out of the bathroom. My stomach muscles tighten with anticipation. Her skin is flushed from the shower, her long blonde hair in a braid down her back.

  Huh. That’s new.

  “A braid?” I ask.

  Her lips quirk into a broad grin. “I want to be able to see everything in the mirror, too.”

  “Ah.” I inhale deeply, she smells divine. Her eyes fall down to my rigid erection and she chuckles. Right now it looks more like the mast of a sailing ship than a dick.

  “Oh, my,” she says with a snicker. “We can’t have that. C’mere.”

  I drop the plug and lube on the bed. Pulling me to the front of the mirror, we stand side on, maybe two feet away from it. Then she drops to her knees. My hunger for her burns as
I see her there before me—her perfect figure, breasts, nipples and mouth—not to mention her beautiful ass.

  My pulse quickens, I’m already breathing fast.

  At the sight of her naked and on her knees before me, her mouth so close to my dick, I drip pre-cum. Grabbing the base of my cock, I squeeze it, heading off an orgasm. Stroking it up and down, I attempt to ease my urgency.

  “Mmm,” she says, licking her lips as she eyes my hard-on.

  I’m nearly paralyzed with lust. It’s an incredible concept, the idea of watching in the mirror as I shove myself between her wet, willing lips. I’ll have to be careful. Almost anything could set me off after thinking about her sweet ass and what I’ll be doing with it tonight.

  “You look amazing,” she says, licking her lips. She peers up past my cock, looking me in the face. “This way you can watch as you fuck my mouth. How sexy will that be?”

  “Hell, yes,” I say, my voice gravelly with need.

  “For my first birthday wish, I want to suck you off.”

  “Oh, darlin’, if you say so.”

  Has any man ever had the good fortune to find a woman like Renata?

  She bends toward my dick, intending to take it between her lips, but I hold her back with both hands, cradling her face and chin.

  Her gaze locks to mine—her pupils flare, dark with need. It gives me a warm, possessive joy to know how badly she craves my cock.

  My eyes narrow. “Birthday or not, unless you say otherwise, we still do this my way.”

  Her eyes flicker with amusement. “Of course, Mr. Bossy Boots. How could I forget?”

  My mouth curves into a smile. I should laugh at her teasing humor, but I don’t.

  I can’t.

  I need to be inside of her. Right now.

  “Lick your lips, get them wet and ready for me,” I say huskily, instantly falling into my natural commanding ways. “Then open your mouth—not too wide. I want to feel that slick mouth of yours rubbing against my cock as I shove inside.”

  “Oh, God, Grant—the things you say!” Her words are a wanton cry of pure need.

  I stand over her, my dick directly in front on her face. Thoroughly moistening her lips with her tongue, her eyes fixate on my cock. Eager and awed, her face glows. She’s transported simply by being near the focus of her longing.

  My cock is what she craves.

  Situations like this are what I delight in. Seeing her need for me makes me feel desired, powerful and in control—yet also much more. It took me a while to figure out, but for some unknown reason, her sexual submission makes me feel loved.

  “Look at me.” I’m a live wire of anticipation, yet my voice remains deceptively calm. My fingers cup her chin, I hold her jaw firmly in my palm. Mouth parted, her gaze lifts.

  I have what she wants. Will I give it to her?

  Blue eyes captured and held by mine, I gently stroke her wet lips with my thumb. When I do, Renata exhales in a soft moan, her breath fanning over my hand. Encouraged by her display of raw need, I push my thumb into her mouth.

  “Mmm.” Her whole body shudders as she sucks and licks my thumb greedily.

  My poor darlin’ girl is starving.

  Hungry for my cock.

  There’s nothing I’d rather do right now than feed her.

  Chapter 69.

  “To me, bossy is not a pejorative term at all. It means somebody's passionate and engaged and ambitious and doesn't mind leading.”

  ― Amy Poehler

  ~~~

  Grant Wilkinson

  “Do you want my cock?” I ask, with a knowing smirk.

  “God, yes,” she breathes fervently.

  Her nipples stand out, hard and erect. I casually reach down, fondling both of her perfect breasts, coaxing soft sounds of pleasure from her. Her eyes are heavy lidded with bliss. They widen and she gasps when I give a punishing twist and pull on both of her sensitive nubs.

  I know what she likes.

  Kneeling before her, I draw each nipple into my mouth, one at a time. I nip them with my teeth in sharp little bites, then soothe her with my tongue. After ten minutes of this treatment, she’s so turned on she can’t keep still.

  With the fingers of one hand, I trace between her feminine folds. She’s wet and swollen, so I slip two fingers inside her moist heat.

  “Oh, oh,” Renata writhes, surging and arching toward me in a frenzy of ecstasy. Her nails rake over my back in a storm of sensual torment.

  I wanted a taste of her silky breasts, but I also wanted to make sure she was ready for me. She’s ready all right—hot as a pistol after firing twenty rounds.

  I straighten and stand back up. Hand on my cock, I stroke myself, once more trying to assuage my aching need. I smile when I see her fascinated gaze fixed on my erection.

  “Keep your eyes on the mirror,” I growl. “Not on my dick, and not on me.”

  Licking her lips, her gaze immediately locks on my reflection.

  “Good girl. I’m going to look at us in the mirror too. We’re going to watch as I feed you my cock. We’ll both see it slowly disappear, as far as you can take it, right down your throat.”

  “Yes, yes,” she moans.

  She’s so damned responsive! Christ, it’s such a turn on. Her creamy skin is flushed. Her body trembles, while her chest rises and falls rapidly. Renata’s already lost to sensation.

  When I talk dirty or order her around during sex she becomes mightily aroused. Telling her what I want, what I need makes her horny as hell. The primal thrill of knowing how turned on she is further ignites my own lust. We burn from each other’s passion, both hot as the fires of hell.

  Her hand moves down to stroke her clit, which is more than fine by me.

  “Yes, play with yourself, sweetheart. Fuck that looks hot. Spread your legs further apart so I can see you better.”

  When she promptly obeys, I groan at the sight. My dick pulses when I view her ripe, beckoning sex.

  “Wider,” I demand.

  Compliantly, she spreads her legs apart until I see every single inch of her. The whole area glistens, her arousal is dripping down her thighs! She’s more than ready to be fucked.

  I suck in a deep breath. “Very nice.”

  God, she has soft, sweet thighs and a swollen, hairless mound. Just like my cock, everything between her legs is red from being so engorged with blood. Her labia is puffy, her clit thick and distended.

  “Yes,” I whisper, awed. “You have such a beautiful cunt.”

  This makes her snort with a burst of laughter. Maybe cunt and beautiful don’t go together in her world, but I’m damned sure they do in mine.

  “What?” I ask.

  Her eyes dance, but she just shakes her head.

  “Your cunt is beautiful. It’s so gorgeous, I want to bury my cock deep inside it. I want to pound your cunt so damn hard, you’re gonna lose your voice from screaming so loud.”

  This sobers her instantly. Nasty pillow talk always sets her alight. Her eyes glaze over; she stops moving her hand.

  “Hey, don’t stop,” I say. “Get busy, darlin’, play with that pretty pussy. I want to watch you get off while my cock is in your mouth.”

  As if coming back to herself, she once more begins to stroke and tease between her legs.

  “That’s right. Shit, that looks fantastic. If you can come while sucking me off, you have my permission to do so. Now tell me, what do you want, birthday girl?”

  “Fuck my mouth, fuck it hard and fast!” she says breathlessly, her face ravaged by lust. “Give me your cum. I want to swallow it all!”

  Wow.

  I always know when Renata’s on the edge. That’s when she talks dirty.

  “You horny little thing! You’re empty, just aching for cock. You’d let me do anything I want, wouldn’t you? As long as I fuck your mouth, your greedy little cunt, or your tight, hot ass.”

  “Yes, yes!”

  “Well, tonight you’re gonna get your wish.”

  My hand on
her nape, I draw her toward me. Renata gives a strangled moan when I rub my dick back and forth along her wet lips. When she opens her mouth and shifts forward, trying to take me inside, I pull back out of reach.

  “Grant,” she gasps, whimpering in displeasure. Apparently she heartbroken from the loss of my stiff shaft.

  God, I love it when she’s desperate—desperate for me.

  “Be still,” I growl. “Hands down. Face me and keep your eyes on the mirror. Don’t move at all. Part those wet lips just a little. I want to see my cock stretch them wide as I thrust in and out of your mouth.”

  “Oh, fuck,” she murmurs, trembling with desire.

  “Fuck is right, darlin’. I’m going to fuck every single hole you have tonight,” I growl. My voice is low and dangerous, raw with need. “When I finish, we’ll have a bath, and then we’ll start all over again.”

  Licking her lips, her mouth barely open, she makes an inarticulate sound from deep in her throat at this promise. She shifts and settles, trying not to move.

  I wait, drunk with her compliance, not to mention the sight and the scent of her warm, aroused body. I reward her once more, rubbing the head of my dick along her cheek and her soft, wet lips. She makes a wild sound of need, but doesn’t move.

  “Now you’re ready, still as a statue,” I murmur, tense with arousal. “Get ready to take it deep.” With that, I slowly shove my cock into the heated depths of her mouth.

  Entranced, we both stare at the mirror, watching almost every inch of me slide inside. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her lips stretch, her throat swallows as her mouth fills completely, with me.

  My cock feels as though it’s come home.

  Renata’s eyes fall shut as she hums with pleasure.

  “Good girl, there you go,” I say gruffly, stroking her head, her jaw and chin, soothing her frantic need. Taking me inside of her mouth seems to pacify her urgency, as least for the moment.

  This is what she wanted.

  My cock.

  Inside her body.

  Captivated, I stare at her. “That looks so good. It feels damn good too.”

  Renata moans long and low. Her nostrils flare with sexual excitement. She can no longer breathe through her mouth—I’ve filled her too fully. Completely. Her eyes focus on the mirror. Her warm saliva bathes my balls.