by Jojo Brown
“I didn’t realize there was so much spice in there, I didn’t mean to cause you any pain. I would love to be able to kiss it all better.” His breath washed over the tongue-moistened flesh and caused a fresh wave of shivers.
“I’m pretty sure I ate enough to have minor burns all over my body. Are you sure you want to kiss it all better?”
His lips brushed feather-soft against her neck. “It’s the least I can do.”
With very little effort, he turned her and forced her to meet his gaze. She instantly recognized the domination that was plainly written there. The tip of her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips as he pulled her body closer—basically moulding it to him. She ground against his leg and heard her own breath coming out in short gasps of desire. Close, it was so very close. Never had she been this close to orgasm, so fast and with so little foreplay.
Just when she felt about ready to lose herself in the rush of orgasm, Edmund pulled away. He stood and watched her. Her body was like a flickering flame. She danced and writhed to the beat of the music, before him. She tried to slither up and down him, tried desperately to attain what was denied by his distance. Finally he reached out and enveloped her in his embrace. Tara wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her hips forward against his leg, which he pressed hard between her thighs. One hand landed with a hard smack on her ass, grinding her even harder against his knee. He seemed to know it would send her over the edge.
Her body echoed the chaotic beat of the music as the release swept her even further into oblivion. His hands dug into her hips as he held her to him. She knew that if he let go she would simply melt down to the floor. She ground against his hardness and whimpered softly as the racing orgasm slowly faded. She wanted him, all of him. She wanted to feel him inside her, on her, over her, behind her. Goddess she wanted him everywhere at once. She wanted to feel him own her, every fibre of her being and knew that it was clearly written on her face.
He lowered his head and just barely touched his lips to hers. She moved just slightly and it was all the signal he needed. The kiss instantly changed from soft to something hard and needy. His mouth covered hers. Their tongues darted forward to tangle momentarily before rushing to explore.
Goddess, he was hard. Not just the promising spear of cock that drove into softness of her belly, but everything about him was hard. Her fingertips didn’t press into softness anywhere that her hands explored—even his ass was like two granite orbs. He was like one solid muscle covered with a thin layer of skin.
Without a word—without a care about the dishes that littered the kitchen—he swept her up and carried her up the stairs. He kicked the bedroom door open and dropped her onto the very large, very solid bed. As fast as she shifted to make room for him beside her, he was there, but he didn’t lay down with her. Instead he lifted her, turned her on her knees to face away from him and bound her wrists with a length of red silk in front of her.
“Oh Goddess.”
Tara felt his hands near her knees, fingertips on her skin just fluttering softly. He pulled her legs apart and slowly slid them wide, until he could run his hands up both of her thighs. The position of her legs forced her to bend at the waist and balance on her bound hands. His soft touch felt ticklish, but she suppressed the laugh that threatened to waft up her throat. This was definitely not the time for laughter. His hands began to slide deliriously close to her pussy. She moaned softly as two fingertips danced along the wet folds and threatened to slip in to her heated core. Slowly, painfully slowly his hand slid further up. The warmth of his palm covered her pelvis and she began to tremble as one finger slipped inside her swollen lips, to glide along her clit.
The full length of his finger slid past her twitching clit and on, all the way back to her ass, before slithering back. She knew she had to be dripping now. She could feel the slickness that coated his finger as it found her clit and began to rub gentle circles.
Tara felt him stand on his knees behind her, his legs straddled hers as his fingers burrowed inside her lips and firmly rubbed her aching clit in small quick circles. She wished she could see his face, but she didn’t dare move, he clearly knew what he wanted and she absolutely loved the sensations in her body. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers and the hard tip of his penis pressing against her ass. His quiet question should have shocked her, but it didn’t.
“Are you a dirty slut?”
She nodded ever so slightly and tried to stay focussed as her pelvis began to squirm.
“Say it.” His whispered demand sent a new thrill through her.
Without any further hesitation, she purred throatily, “I am a dirty slut.”
“Bend over more, all the way down.” He pressed her down until her face was buried into one of his pillows, with her hands above her head. Her ass pointed up into the air, open and ready for him.
Tara jumped slightly when she felt a soft touch on her thighs again. It took a moment or two for her to realize what it was—a feather. Edmund brushed it up the insides of her thighs, across her pussy, across her ass, the small of her back and up and down her spine. She began to squirm and writhe gently under the touch of it. A hard smack to her ass ended that. A sensation that started in the very back of her mind gained strength until it took over every other sensation in her—vulnerable, submissive and oh-so-very aroused.
Edmund slipped the feather between her legs again. He brushed the soft tip all along her pussy lips. A soft moan escaped Tara’s lips into the muffling thickness of the pillow. She simply could not control it. Thankfully, he allowed it and even rewarded her. From somewhere beside the bed he produced a small vibrator. He quickly covered it with lubricant and pressed it on Tara’s clit.
The toy might have been one of those small ones easily stashed in a lady’s purse, but it was strong and loud. He pressed it and rubbed it and rolled it all over her pussy. Little waves of delight coursed through her and intensified when he pressed it right on her swollen clit. Her breath came in short, harsh gasps deep in the thickness of the pillow. Without thought, her hips started to buck and grind. Another quick smack slammed down on her ass, followed shortly by another and another. She knew her ass had to be as red as the silk about her wrists—it smarted, but she liked it. With each sexy slap, she grew closer to climax.
The pillow and the mattress under it muffled her throaty gasps as he pushed her closer and closer to release. She strained against the silk at her wrists, desperate to reach back and touch him, to run her hands over his hard body. Things got worse a moment later, when she felt one finger, then another slide into her slick pussy. He expertly curled them slightly and rubbed against her G-spot. The sensation of his fingers deep inside her and the toy vibrating her clit was too much.
Within less than a minute her body exploded. The tips of her extremely hard nipples slid across the cool sheets, her hips ground against his hand and a stifled scream clawed at her throat. As the first wave of ecstasy washed over her, an explosion of energy like electric fire spread through her abdomen. Edmund sunk his teeth into the cheek of her ass and the pain only served to feed the flames as she exploded.
Her body shook and her clit ached as the deepest of the intensity passed. Tara expected the onslaught to cease. She was scared and a little surprised when Edmund turned off the small vibrator and produced a larger one. He slid it instantly into her welcoming pussy. It fit snugly and held more than one surprise. The head twisted around and pulsated deep inside her, two vibrating prongs in front massaged her hypersensitive clit. She bit down on the pillow for fear of screaming out loud or rocketing right off the bed. She felt him slide a finger, dripping with her juices, slowly and deeply into her ass.
It was too much, she knew she couldn’t take it much longer. Vaguely she acknowledged the fact that Gran knew precisely what she was sending her into the woods for. She would have to remember to thank her, the next time she saw her.
Another orgasm raged through her body. She felt it in every part of her body
, even her fingertips seemed to explode with orgasmic delight. She wanted nothing more in life to be fucked at that moment. She wanted to feel Edmund’s cock pounding her from behind or front, she didn’t care—she just wanted a hot throbbing cock inside her. But she somehow knew that wasn’t about to happen too soon. The night was still young, after all.
Tara lay on the bed panting, very nearly exhausted, but somehow still hornier than she’d ever been in memory. For a moment she felt extremely deserted as Edmund moved away from her. When he pulled her up by her hair she winced, but didn’t make a sound. He pulled her right off the bed to stand in front of him beside it. His expression was dark and oh-so sexy.
“Do you want to be fucked?” The question was so unexpected and unnecessary Tara could only nod as she panted heavily.
“Then beg for it.” He tossed her back down onto the bed. Tara forced herself to stay limp as he positioned her on the sheets and knelt over her. His strong legs slid up either side of her until his massive erection loomed over her chest.
“Please fuck me,” she pouted slightly, getting into her role. A quick yelp escaped her lips when he pinched one of her taut nipples. The pain stung like hot wax and she glared at him up at him.
“Beg like you mean it, bitch!” His voice came out as a rasp.
Through gritted teeth and eyes wide she spat the words at him. “Fuck me, please, fuck my pussy. Pound my pussy and shoot your sticky cum deep inside me.”
He merely smirked, shook his head and reached for something on the bed beside her head. He released her nipple and poured a generous amount of the lubricant all over her chest. He took extra special care to rub it all over her breasts.
She pulled at the restraints again. A hint of a smile crept out, but it was no use, he didn’t care what she wanted at that moment.
With some of the lubricant from her chest coating his hand, he grabbed his thick shaft. As he slowly stroked it over top of her he looked into her eyes. “You want this cock?”
Tara nodded quickly. “Give me your cock.” It came out more like a plea than a statement. Edmund bent down, gripped her chin and pressed her harder into the bed—his face mere inches from hers.
“Once you earn it.”
With that, he released her and pressed his cock between her tits. With one hand on either side he pressed them together around his shaft. Tara’s chest was so slick that a few times his cock threatened to pop out from its tunnel between her breasts. Edmund used his fingertips and the size of her breasts to keep it there, he slid up and down with a furious motion that rocked the bed. Tara struggled under the pressure.
For several long minutes, Tara lay beneath her newfound lover, being used like a rag doll. She decided to go along with it. She moaned and craned her neck to lick and kiss the head of his cock as it appeared between her mounded tits. She truly hoped this would end soon and he’d get down to the business of fucking her properly. Her hope rose then fell as he pulled his cock from her. He stroked himself off over her. With a soft moan, he released his seed all over her chest, a few healthy spurts landed on her face, despite her best attempts to dodge them by turning her head. His sperm drizzled down her cheek and the corner of her mouth and coated her breasts.
Tara had never enjoyed being used or teased and she definitely did not enjoy face shots, but Goddess, she wanted this man to fuck her.
Leaving her hands bound, he lifted off her and quickly tied her legs to either side of the bed, spreading them apart. He lifted her bound hands above her head and fastened them to the headboard with another handy cord.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing? I’m not sure…” was all she could say before he slipped a gag over her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. Oh Goddess. What have I gotten myself into this time? Here I am in some strange man’s house, blindfolded, gagged and tied in his bed in the middle of nowhere. What could he possibly have planned next? I don’t even have any of my wards or charms with me, to protect me.
“I am going to leave for a while, when I come back I’ll consider your request. Until then,” he slid the large toy back inside her, “have fun, my lovely little witch.”
She thrashed around and tried to protest, but the air in the room was silent. She was obviously alone.
Tara wasn’t sure how long he left her there like that. At first the fear and the fury at this indignation filled her to the point that she was able to ignore the toy deep inside her. Eventually though, it worked its way through all her barriers. A few minutes later she realized she was nearing another climax. In fact she was really getting in to it when Edmund’s hand on her leg startled her. He pulled the toy away and turned it off. In the next instant he pulled the blindfold and gag off.
Before she could say a word, he shushed her with a look that left no room for argument.
“Admit it, a part of you likes being used like a dirty whore.”
Tara really couldn’t argue with that, her body had already answered that question loud and clear…so she didn’t try while he moved around her and undid all the bindings holding her to the bed. He also undid the length of silk that held her wrists bound.
With very slight coaxing, he moved Tara onto all fours. She spread her legs wide and pushed her ass into the air once more. Tara could feel Edmund’s hand on the small of her back, the tip of his cock slid along the lips of her throbbing pussy.
He teased her and drove her crazy with need. She felt him stroking his shaft against her. He slid the tip along her fevered pussy, pressed inside…just the tip…still teasing. On the next thrust he pushed an inch into her, then another before he pulled out to slide the slippery head down to her clit and up to her ass hole. Tara closed her eyes, her mouth wide open and silently begged him to plunge himself inside her aching pussy. She had done everything he’d asked, and now she wanted to feel him blow inside her.
A hand jerked her hair back and she screamed, her mouth forced open by the violence, as Edmund slammed himself in her. For the first time she felt his cock plough into her with exquisite force. She relished every inch of it—the rim of his large mushroom-shaped tip, the slight ribs along his shaft, his balls as they slapped against her clit as he pounded her pussy with quick, hard thrusts.
Tara screamed again as a strong hand clamped on one of her tits. He squeezed and massaged the soft firmness with extreme intensity. He pinched and twirled her nipple while he pounded his cock into her from behind. Her back arched to give him even more access. Tara had never known such a fucking in her life. His cock moved deftly in and out of her, sliding along her inner walls with a relentless force that filled her and threatened to split her in half. He smacked her ass again, harder than ever this time. A thrilling scream burst up her throat.
“Is this what you wanted, bitch?”
Through ragged breaths, Tara moaned.
“I know…what you…really want…”
Tara tried to form thoughts, but her mind had lost all ability to focus. The massive cock that was pumping in and out of her seemed to have become her entire universe. The night had been a whirlwind of emotion. Anxiety and lust all mixed up with just a little fear and now it was all paying off. She knew what she wanted, what she deserved…and if she begged for it, she knew she’d get it.
“Come…Oh Goddess, please come.” The words came out on short harsh gasps.
“Say it!” He smacked her hard and yanked back on her hair again.
“Come, Edmund. For fuck sakes, come in me.”
With one final thrust he pulled out of her. He flipped her onto her back and before she could even wonder what he was planning, he was between her thighs, again. He lifted her legs until she was nearly bent in half, followed by the familiar sensation of his thick dick sliding back into her. She pressed her hands onto her hips, but they were quickly pinned above her head.
He pressed down, threatening to snap her in two. When his face was just above hers, his pounding punctuated by deep thrusts that sent waves of pressure up her spine, he whispered to her, “Say it.”
For a long moment, there was silence other than the sound of skin slapping against hot, sweaty skin as he continued to ram into her deepest depths. Somehow Tara found the will to form the words in her mind.
“Please, come in my pussy.”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than he covered it with his. Pinned beneath him she felt his thrusts increase tempo. It was a maddening pace that she couldn’t believe he could maintain for long. Tara felt another orgasm start at the top of her ass and it spread throughout her pelvis. She writhed and moaned into his mouth. She tried to speak around his kiss.
“Come with me!” she was able to beg, just before his tongue once again joined with hers. It was like he wanted as much of himself inside her as possible.
Edmund began to moan softly into her mouth. His grip on her wrists tightened. His movements became erratic as he pushed her closer to yet another climax. With a series of grunts, Edmund exploded inside her.
Tara felt the first blast of his explosion impact her cervix and for just a split second worried about the strength of the condom. The sensation of him erupting deep inside her sent her rocketing over the edge. She cried out, or at least tried to. He still held her locked in an embrace like a vice as spurt after warm, sticky spurt rushed into her. Edmund kept thrusting as he exploded over and over again, he clearly wanted to pound all the way through his orgasm. Finally, his thrusting slowed and they collapsed together on the rumpled sheets in one big sweaty heap.
