Finder's Keepers

by Lilith Lo

  Finder’s Keepers

  An Erotica Short

  Lilith Lo

  Finder’s Keepers

  Published by Lilith Lo

  2014 Amazon Edition

  Copyright 2014 by Lilith Lo

  Cover Art, “Young Beauty..,” by Konrad Bak, licensed via 123rf.com

  Cover font, “Eire,” from 10,000 font download licensed via 1001freefonts

  Dedication

  For all those who like a side order of thrill with their kink

  Finder’s Keepers

  Come out, come out where ever you are … .

  My teeth dig into the flesh of my lip as I slap a hand to my mouth, trying to keep in the sound that threatens to escape. There’s no telling what he’ll do if he finds me, I have to stay hidden, quiet. I slink deeper into the confines of dress suits and ties. My heart hammers in my ears as his shadow crosses near the closet door. I hold my breath.

  The longer I stay in the closet, the hotter it gets. Sweat beads on my brow. I take in a slow, deep lungful of air to chase away the discomfort. My calves start to hurt, so I flex my legs to ease the ache. I can’t stay in here anymore. Soon, his shadow is gone. If he knew I was here he would have flung the door open. I release a long breath.

  Making my way to the louver doors, I peek into the room. Seeing nothing, I take a deep breath of cool air through the wooden slats, and slowly push it open. Pausing to listen again, I hear nothing. Tiptoeing through the room, I listen for any sounds that will tell me where he is.

  As I press myself against the outside wall of the room, I listen for noises before I make my way across the threshold. In the bathroom mirror, as I slink down the hallway, I can’t help but see that I’m a ragged mess. My shirt is barely recognizable; it hangs in tattered shreds from my shoulders. It thrills me in a dark, primal sort of way.

  Where is he? If he’s in the office or the den I need to stay behind the couch so I can make my way to the kitchen without being seen. I drop to my hands and knees and slowly crawl down the hallway.

  Inch by inch, I make my way into the living room. My knees ache from the roughness of the hard floor. I peek over my shoulder to make sure I haven’t been seen. The kitchen is only a few feet away, I just need to get there.

  When I’m two feet shy of the kitchen I hear a noise behind me. I turn to see him coming after me, his massive form barreling down the hallway. Adrenaline kicks in, surging through me. I lurch to my feet. By the time I’m on my toes and moving forward, his powerful arm is around my waist. I shriek as he rips at the remains of my shirt. The last shreds of clothing fall away. I’m naked and filled with nothing but panic, it’s like a drug coursing through me. In a frenzy, I shove my upper body against him. He loses his balance and falls headlong over the couch. I topple to the floor.

  He yells out, “Fuck!” as I clamber to right myself.

  Heading to the hallway, I hope to lose him in one of the rooms. My feet slip on the floor as I round the corner, and I almost fall. Behind me, the couch skitters and bangs into the wall as he leaps over the top. I slam the bedroom door shut. His footsteps grow louder as he runs after me. I lean against the door panel, anchoring my bare feet into the carpet. Fear races trough me, my heart thuds in my ears.

  The effort to hold the door shut is wasted—I’m too slow, too small, and too weak. He shoves the door open enough to reach his hand through and grope my shoulder. I scream as I dive across the bed, trying to slither into the far corner of the room. I try to bury myself under a pile of clothes. Though it’s a childish escape attempt, it’s all I can think of.

  His long, powerful legs propel him around the edges of the bed—proving that he’s faster, stronger, and in this case, smarter than me. I jump across the bed again, scattering the pillows as I head back toward the door, but I’m too slow, hung up in the sheets. With his strong, massive hand, he grabs one ankle and pulls me to a stop.

  I scream, kicking my free leg. He swats my feet away and wraps his hands around both of my ankles. I claw at the edge of the mattress, struggling to pull myself away. For a moment I think it’s a useless effort, but the fight in me hasn’t been squelched. I strain my muscles and pull forward, gaining an inch. My breath comes in quick pants and sweat has made my skin slick. I gain another inch, just enough to get my fingers to the handle of the door.

  Grabbing the knob tightly, I pull as hard as I can. I kick, twist, and flail my legs. One foot frees from his grasp. I kick and wriggle some more until his other hand slips off. I feel smugly triumphant with both legs free. I work quickly to get away from him, crawling toward the edge of the bed.

  I manage to get my arms over the side of the mattress, scrabbling and grasping at the seams to pull myself off the bed. He grabs a hold of my ankles before I can make it, yanking on my legs. The sudden jerk makes me lose my grip, I fall forward, and my head almost hits the floor. I try to scream but it’s useless, my lungs are burning.

  He wraps his fingers tightly around my ankles to prevent another escape. I’m breathless, my throat is parched, my head is swimming from this awkward position.

  “Getting away?” he asks. Laughing at my efforts, he delivers a rough, sharp slap to my bare ass.

  I straighten my arms, lifting my head off the floor, so the blood-rush can fade from my head. “Too late for that, isn’t it?” I ask, gasping for air.

  He smacks my bare ass again, the harsh wet sound echoes in the room.

  “I think I’ll keep you like this.” With his hands still on my ankles, he forces my legs apart. I can feel the bed dip as he kneels between my feet. “The view of your ass like that, and your wet little pussy, is just too irresistible.”

  I try to look at him over my shoulder but all I can see is my ass in the air. I cross my arms together on the floor when they begin to shake. It’s a struggle to keep my head off the carpet, but I manage.

  With a deep groan he bites and licks at my calves, one and then the other, stinging nips followed by gentle licks. My feet twitch as my nerves are assaulted. The sensation is erotic as pain and pleasure blend together with a fuzzy edge.

  He runs his hands along the outside of my legs with firm, deep caresses. Then, stroking long and steady with his fingers, he trails his hands up, and then down my thighs and calves. When he grazes the soles of my feet with his fingernails, I giggle. He does it again, I laugh louder.

  “No tickling!”

  Smacking the soles of my feet, he says, “I’ll do whatever I want, Finder’s Keepers.”

  I laugh quietly, give up, and rest my head on my arms.

  I squeal as he slaps my ass with both hands. It’s a firm, driving smack that makes the bed and my body jiggle. He scratches his hands down the back of my thighs. Once he reaches my knees, he slowly works his fingers back up my legs, ghosting his hands side to side. My nerves flare with anticipation. All the excitement of our little game has heightened my need for him, my pussy is hot and swollen, and my nipples are perked and sensitive.

  He runs his nails over the round of my ass. The bed dips and shakes as he moves.

  “You have such a sweet pussy,” he tells me with a soft voice. “It’s so suckable and fuckable. I can’t get enough of it, how it tastes, how it feels on my tongue.”

  I groan. The talk is unnecessary. I’m strung unbelievably tight as it is, the talk is just torture. The deep tones and lustful roughness in his voice can send me over the edge at any moment. I clench my muscles to try to give myself relief. He smacks my ass with a few jolting thwacks.

  “Okay, okay!” I cry out as I laugh uncontrollably, the mix of the pleasure and pain undoing me completely. Tears pour from my eyes, wetting my hair and the plush carpet underneath.

  My laughter instantly stops when he spreads my hind cheeks and the warm span of h
is tongue runs between the folds of my soaked pussy.

  “Oh Jesus, fuck,” I groan, my voice deep and tense.

  He does it again—another long, deep lick.

  “Fuuuck!” I cry out. I buck my hips to try to alleviate the pressure by creating some sort of friction on my clit.

  He laves at my hot slit, again and again, and I wriggle underneath his assault. I’m so close to the edge of the bed, and his hand, but no matter what I do I can’t get any pressure on my clit. The delicious force and heat from his tongue on my pussy begins to make up for it. Small, teasing spasms of a faint orgasm slowly work through me, only leaving me wanting more.

  “Fuck, Goddamn,” he groans as he slips his fingers into my pussy. “Fuck, look at how you just take my fingers in so easily when you’re wet and swollen.”

  The sensation of knuckles on my smooth skin as he glides his long, thick fingers slowly in and out is intense. The friction brings a new heat as he does it over and over. He forces his fingers all the way in to the hilt, twists and curls them, and then slowly brings them all the way out. All the way in, all the way out. The sound of his wet fingers sliding through my sweet juice sings out into the room. I squirm under his attentiveness.

  “What?” he asks, casual and cool, as if he doesn’t know he’s driving me wild. I can hear a shred of amusement in his voice while he watches me come undone. Draped lewdly over the edge of the bed, I probably look like a sweet little fuck-toy.

  He pumps his fingers faster, building up a full, thick heat with the friction. The sound of his palm slapping against my wet pussy is rhythmic and intense. Just as I’m close to coming, he slows his fingers.

  My mind reels, relief was so close, and he snatched it away. I shove up from the floor and blindly reach behind me to grab his thick wrist. Desperately, I try to pump his hand in the rhythm that I need.

  “Damnit, please!” I yell when he resists my efforts. “Just fuck me! Please! Fuck me hard!”

  He doesn’t intend to, not yet. My begging is probably what he’s wanting out of tonight. Instead of relenting, he reverts to slowly easing his fingers in and out of my throbbing pussy. I try begging again, but he ignores me. I threaten to not suck his cock for a week, he laughs.

  “I’m not kidding. Fuck me or I won’t,” I declare, putting as much venom into my voice as possible. For a moment, I think I mean it.

  He pulls his fingers out quickly and delivers a short, sharp smack to my engorged pussy. “No,” he scolds. “You love my cock too much.”

  He slaps my pussy again, I cry out with a twist of pleasured pain.

  “You love taking my cock deep in your throat just as much as I love fucking you with my fingers”—another slap—”and eating your pussy.”

  I curse him in frustration, but he is right. I couldn’t go a week. My need for it would eat away at me. I crave his cock like a drug.

  I’m quivering, tense and aching all over, when he drives his fingers inside me again. Only now, each thrust sends a rough sting across my pussy lips. My mind tells me the sting feels so damn good. Just like before, he stops once my orgasm builds.

  Frustration surges through me, I groan with misery. The bed shakes and springs protest as he climbs off. I swallow my nerves, a little unsure of which way he intends to go with his victory night. He, being the victor of the spoils, leaves me no choice but to go along with whatever he conceives.

  He stands next to me and I crane my neck to look up. His cock is hard and juts proud in the air above me. It’s absolutely massive and delicious looking, a flesh flavored lollipop. The sheer size of it used to frighten me, but not anymore. Now, it’s a delicious prize I can wrap my lips around, suck, and fuck. I can take every inch of him into my mouth, too, something I take pride in doing.

  “See something you like?” he asks, looking down at me with a smug grin on his face.

  I laugh at the whole situation, it’s ridiculous, to be honest.

  Slipping one arm under my chest, and the other under my pelvis, he scoops me up. He tosses me through the air and onto the bed, the headboard clangs against the wall. I giggle as he pounces on me, biting and sucking at my tits. With his teeth, he bites at one stiff bud as his fingers roll and pinch the other. His fingers are deep in my pussy, pumping furiously.

  I thrust my hips, grinding myself down on his fingers, nursing the blinding streaks of pleasure, needing them to wash over me. Just as my orgasm begins to take hold for a third time he takes his fingers away and releases my nipples.

  I groan in silence, I don’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing he is able to tease me so easily. Not that my effort does any good, he knows me too well. He’s ravaged this prize countless times.

  Chuckling at me, he pats my pussy, and then slides off the bed. In one swift move he scoops me up and hoists me over his shoulder. I laugh wildly and smack his tight, firm ass while he makes his way to the living room.

  With a swipe of his arm he clears a basket of florals off the entryway table. I’m the least bit concerned about the mess, now, because my relief is finally in sight. He stands me in front of the table, smacking my ass one more time, making me cry out.

  Both of his hands cup my face and he brings his mouth to mine for a deep, dark kiss. I groan into him, following his needy rhythm. He tastes like me. The flavor on his tongue makes me groan louder, it sends me into a ridiculous frenzy. I crush my lips to his, devouring his mouth. Just as I move to grab his hard cock he stops the kiss and smacks the back of my hand.

  “No Ma’am,” he scolds. Then, he grabs my hips and turns me around.

  He kisses my temple as we smile at ourselves in the mirror. We’re sweaty, breathless, lust crazed, and naked together.

  Eyes on his face in the reflection, I bend over and shimmy my hips. Sticking my round ass toward him I moan seductively. I brace my hands flat against the glass. He puts a lot of power into his thrusts, we’ll need the resistance.

  The immense, gilded mirror is a new addition to the living room. He eyes the reflection of my tits, how they press against the cold surface of the table. This is the first time he’s able to look at me from both angles while taking me from behind.

  With a gleam in his eye, he runs his fingers over my pussy, spreading my cream. I watch his muscles flex as he grips his cock and lines it up with my slit. He slips the head of it just barely inside of my creamy folds.

  Giving me an arrogant, knowing grin in the mirror, he holds tightly onto my hips. With an animalistic grunt, he slams his cock into me, hard. I cry out with a guttural moan as my body is assaulted. He meets my eyes in the mirror, pulls out quickly, only to slam back in with even more force. I push against the wall to absorb the energy of his thrust; the table rocks and slams into the wall regardless of my efforts.

  “Fuck, I love how you can take it so hard,” he moans. He then draws out and thrusts deep in to me, again.

  Time and again, he slowly works up speed, slamming into me with incredible force. I watch the mirror, our scandalous tableau in action. Panting, I’m desperate for relief. His eyes glaze over and he gets lost in the sensation of his cock driving inside me. Our firm, harsh rhythm is accented with his flesh loud against mine. The clatter of the table echoes through the room.

  He becomes more lost in the sensations and grows less aware of anything else. His eyes close and his cheeks draw up tight. His jaw tense, muscles rigid. His entire body coils and springs free with every thrust forward. His fingers clamp hard on my hips.

  The table’s surface is slippery and hot. My hands are slick with sweat and starting to slide. I thread my fingers together to keep them from pulling apart. My shoulders and arms burn. I’m losing my hold on everything. Desperate to hang on to the end, I clench my pussy tight around his cock.

  Eyes still closed, he gives a mischievous grin, and smacks my ass with his hand. “I love it when you clench my cock in your cunt like that,” he says, hoarse and out of breath.

  “I love it when you spank me,” I groan.

  He ac
cents his thrusts with a firm smacks to each swollen, sensitive ass cheek.

  “I love spanking you, too.” He opens his eyes and looks at his cock gliding in and out of my pussy. “Fuck, that’s sexy as hell.”

  He drives into me: harder, faster, stronger.

  “Come on, baby, you know what I like,” he tells me through clenched teeth.

  Keeping in time with his pace, I tighten myself around him. When I clench my pussy tight and don’t let up, his eyes go wide and he meets my face in the mirror. He’s lust choked as he holds his breath … and then he comes. His body shudders with each pulse of his climax. He thrusts with a rocking, tight rhythm as the sensation overtakes him. His eyes roll back as he shudders with each pleasurable jolt.

  Finally, I let go. The sound of him coming, the feel of him tight against me, drunk on climax, turns into a jaw clenching orgasm of my own. My pleasure is milked by his thrusts, making it last longer.

  I collapse to the table, out of breath and shuddering with aftershocks. I’m thoroughly fucked and wasted, my arms weak and my legs shaky. In the mirror I can see him standing with his shoulders slack, his head back. As he sucks in lungful after lungful of air he makes small circles with his thumbs on the round of my hips.

  “Fuck, baby,” he says in a blissful sex-haze, his voice slurring along his words. “Fuck, I love you … and your pussy, holy shit.”

  After Words

  Thank you for reading. I hope this story tickled your fancy.

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