by Jordan Marie
I place a knee on the bed and stretch out alongside her. I want her naked, but I’ll do that tonight. For now, I just need one part of her naked. I move my hand along her thigh, smiling at how she jumps under my touch. I slowly move my hand up to capture her ass and massage one of the cheeks, loving the way the juicy flesh rolls in my hand.
“Sabre, don’t hurt me…”
You can tell she’s full of fear and her voice betrays her unshed tears and physical strain. That shouldn’t turn me the fuck on, but it does. I reach and pull the clasp out of her hair and smile as the white gold falls over her back and onto the silky cover we’re lying on. I pull her hair, not like I want to—not like I will. I apply just enough pressure so she can feel the sting and then I move it away from her ear.
“I’ll never hurt you, Annie. In fact, if you ever feel like I am, all you have to say to get me to stop is ketchup.”
“Ketchup?” She asks, her voice small.
“That’s it, but you can only use that word if you think I’m actually going to hurt you. Using it any other time? That will cause problems. Do you understand, Annie?”
“Yes…” her voice squeaks out. It might be because my hand has moved under her pants now. She’s so soft and warm, and I hate the panties she has on, even without looking at them.
“Now, what’s your safe word?”
“Ketchup?” she asks, and I can’t stop the grin that spreads on my face.
“That’s it. Now, Annie, did you know that what you just did in front of my men was disrespectful?”
“What? How? You were hurting Torch, and I…”
I sigh heavily, sounding upset. In truth, I’m enjoying the hell out of this. Sweet Annie is going to be fun to teach.
I pull away from her. I take my forgotten knife and place it on her pants, using my hand to pull it away from her body and provide tension. Then I slide down the leg, easily separating the cloth.
“Ketchup!” Annie cries out and I sigh, this time I am annoyed. I ignore her and do the other sides of her pants the same way. “Ketchup!” She screams louder. I push the torn article down to her knees. She’s wearing cotton briefs, plain white. If I were going to allow her to wear panties, this would be disappointing. I quickly cut into the side of them and roughly pull on them so they completely leave her body. Then, I throw them to the floor and admire what is mine. “Ketchup!” She screams again, and this time I decide I can’t ignore her anymore.
“Annie, did you really think I was going to hurt you?” I ask her, my voice full of regret and disappointment.
“You destroyed my clothes!” She says and her voice is wobbly, but I also hear a thread of anger. Interesting.
“What did I tell you, Annie?”
“To say ketchup and you’d stop. But I did and you didn’t, and I don’t think…”
She’s rambling and the further she goes, I don’t hear fear in her at all. At. All. I hear anger and maybe a touch of excitement. So, I stop her tirade by sliding my hand against the opening of her pussy, not pushing my fingers in but applying pressure. She stops talking, and I think she stops breathing. Again, I’m smiling. Son of a bitch.
“Did the knife touch you, sweet Annie?”
“Knife?” She pants.
“Did it touch you?”
“N…n…n...no.”
“Repeat after me, Annie. Sabre will…”
“Sabre will,” she repeats.
“Not hurt me,” I finish.
“Not hurt me.”
I kiss her lower back in reward for being such a good girl. I then decide she needs a little more incentive and slide the tips of my fingers into her wet pussy. It takes all of my willpower to not slide into her further, to stretch her opening with my fingers and ready her for my cock. I don’t. That’s not in the plan right now
“Good girl. You’re mine now, do you understand that, Annie?”
“I…we just met…”
I take my hand from her pussy and smack her ass hard. “You’re mine now. Say it.”
“Ow! Sabre!” I spank her again. When she doesn’t answer again, I spank yet another time. And another. Another and finally another, her ass is red with my handprint. She’s still not saying anything. More importantly, she has yet to say her safe word. She’s also arcing her ass up to meet my hand, silently begging for more. I pet her beautiful, pink ass and wait. I need the words. It’s silent for a few minutes, except for her ragged breath. I’m about to give up hope she will give me what I want. Then she speaks, “I’m yours.”
6
Annie
I could blame it on confusion. I’d be lying. Whatever is happening, I want. I don’t know what will happen next, maybe that’s part of the appeal.
“That’s a good girl. I think you need a reward, sweet Annie,” he purrs from behind me, his warm breath brushing my hair and teasing the skin exposed on my neck. Chills of excitement scatter down my spine. I’m having trouble catching my breath and have no idea what I’m doing. All I do know is that I’m excited. I want more. Maybe I’ve always had this inside of me and have just buried it, kept a tight leash on that side of me because of my parent’s demands. Maybe I am just a whore, a scarlet woman as my dad calls them. It doesn’t matter to me that I’ve only met Sabre. It doesn’t bother me that we’ve barely spoken. I’d be a hypocrite to deny that my body likes what he’s doing to me—that I like what he is doing. So when he whispers roll over to me in that dark voice, laced with filthy unspoken promises, I do it.
It’s only then I remember he has cut away my underwear. I try to move my hands down to cover myself, but he grabs them. He takes a piece of my yoga pants that he cut off of me and wraps the soft cotton around my right wrist, then he positions it so I’m tied to the bedpost.
“What’s your safe word, Annie?” He asks, his voice dark and foreboding.
“Uh…ketchup,” I say turning my head to watch him tie my other arm to the opposite bedpost.
“Good girl, do you want to say your safe word, Annie?”
This should be the point where sanity comes back in. This should be the point where I scream the silly word ketchup at the top of my lungs—scream it so that they can hear me three states over. This is also where I should remember it’s only been less than a few hours since I’ve known this guy. Where I should run these men out of my house, go to the local church and give my confession and beg forgiveness of my sins…What do I do? I give him the truth.
“Not even a little bit.”
“Oh, that’s my good girl, sweet Annie. I’m going to reward you for that. Do you want to be my good girl?”
“Yes…” I answer, squirming up to meet his hand that he’s petting against the soft hair covering my female area.
“Hold still, sweetheart,” he says, his lips gently kissing my neck and then further down, following an imaginary trail on my breast.
His teasing is almost too much, and my heart is hammering in my chest.
“Sabre please…touch me.”
“Touch you where, Annie?”
“On…in my…you know where, Sabre.”
“Tell me, I want to hear you say it,” he growls against my skin right before he takes my nipple into his mouth. Even through my clothes it feels amazing. I want to demand he take my bra and shirt off so I can feel more. My hips thrust up and my body twists and turns to try to get close to him. I strain against the bindings on my wrists. He pulls away and shoves my shirt and bra over my breasts, exposing them to the cold air.
“Sabre!” I call out feeling as if I’m drowning in want…in need.
“Shh…you need to be quiet sweet, beautiful Annie. The boys are right outside and they can hear every sound you make.”
I imagine that and my heart drums in my ears. I know it’s all kinds of wrong, but thinking about the others listening excites me even more.
“Please, Sabre.” I groan as he takes my breast into his mouth again. It feels amazing without my clothes in the way. His tongue darts over the nipple while he sucks ha
rd and releases it with a pop.
“Tell me where you want me to touch you Annie, and I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart.”
He goes back to teasing my breast, torturing it with his tongue and capturing it between his teeth. I pull hard against my restraints wanting to grab his head or his hand, something to give me more. I need more. He bites down hard on my nipple and pulls, and I scream out before I can stop myself. “My cookie! Touch my cookie!”
I thought that would make him give me what I want. Instead, he stops everything and I growl out in frustration. I try to rip my hands free, but I can’t. Then I feel the bed start shaking. I look down and Sabre has slid to the end of the bed and is looking at me, but he’s also laughing. He’s laughing loudly!
“Sabre?” I ask, slightly coming out of my sexual haze and starting to feel self-conscious. I don’t know him. Not at all really. I let him tie me up! I let him touch me! There’re strange men out in my living room! What in the world am I doing? What was I even thinking? “Ketchup!” I growl, pulling against the restraints. Sabre doesn’t say anything in reply, I’m not even sure he heard me because he’s laughing so hard. “I said ketchup!” I scream it out this time, there’s no way he can’t hear me.
“Shut it, Annie,” he grumbles though there is still a smile on his face.
“Ketchup!” I scream louder, but that doesn’t make him untie me. No, he does something I never realized men do, and something I never thought I would like. He spanks my lady parts…hard.
“I told you to only use that word if I was hurting you or you didn’t like what I was doing to you. Did I hurt you?” he asks and his eyes are frozen on mine. I’m still stinging from his slap and my body remains half aroused, even if I’m not in the haze I was before.
“No…” I whisper truthfully, looking away from him and to the wall by the bed.
“Look at me, Annie. Did you like my mouth on you?”
“Yes…” I whisper, my attention captured by the dark look in his green eyes. They’re glowing almost like jade glass. Beautiful is the word that pops into my mind, and they are.
“Then why did you use your safe word?”
“You were laughing at me…” I grumble, looking away again.
“Eyes on me, Annie. Eyes on me.” I can’t help but obey the command in his words. “I wasn’t laughing at you, sweet Annie. I was laughing at what you called your pussy.”
His frank words bring heat to my face and I look up at the ceiling.
“Annie,” he growls.
“Yes?” I ask, still staring at the ceiling.
“Have you ever had a man inside that hot little body of yours?” he asks, and it should bother me, but it doesn’t. It feels wicked talking with him about this, and it makes me feel alive. Maybe I’m being seduced by the devil.
“No…”
“So you’re innocent? No man has ever fucked you? Has one ever made you come?”
“Sabre…” I shift on the bed, I’m not sure how words can excite me, but his manage to.
“Eyes, Annie.”
“No…” I look at him and whisper my answer like it’s a dirty secret. I’m scared it will turn him off to know that I have no idea what I’m doing here.
“Has a man ever had his mouth on you?”
“I…yeah. I’ve been kissed, but…”
“I don’t mean your mouth, sweetheart.”
I wait for him to explain, I have no idea what he wants from me.
“Fuck me, you are innocent. Do you want to know why I laughed so loud when you screamed out cookie?”
“I uh…I guess so…or not. I really, this isn’t fun Sabre, I think maybe I should have thought this through more. I mean it’s kind of insane. We don’t know each other, we’ve barely spoken. I think I just got carried away because you’re so good looking and things but well, I am not that kind of girl. I mean I guess you know that now of course, it’s just…” I stop talking, rattling really, when he slaps me there, yet again.
“Now that I got your attention. I asked you a question. Answer it, Annie.”
“I don’t know. Why?” I ask and I sound petulant, like a child. I am pouting. I can’t help it.
“Because, sweetheart, I’ve decided I’m going to be your own personal cookie monster.”
I freeze, wondering if he means what I think he means. He looks so heart-stoppingly gorgeous taking me in with those beautiful eyes, his dirty-blond hair streaked naturally with lighter shades, his body so solid and defined, ink covering his arms and hands. Again, the word beautiful comes to mind. “My…what?” I ask, and that’s when I lose it, completely. He gives me a half smile and it makes his eyes sparkle even more, and I think this is it. This. Is. It. It doesn’t matter if I don’t know him. It doesn’t even matter if I just met him. I like him. I want him, and I don’t want to pass this up. Sabre doesn’t answer. Instead he pulls my legs apart, the whole time his eyes are on me. He uses his thumb to open me to him and I heat up in embarrassment because no one has seen me like this before. Then he does something I may have read about in books, but I never expected to experience. He puts his face against my center and I feel his tongue slide through my slit and push against the delicate skin there and lick me like I was an ice cream. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but something I definitely want to feel again. My eyes are drawn to his. My hands are tight against the restraints and I whisper the one word that I know deep inside he wants from me right now. I give it freely. “Please.”
7
Sabre
I’ve seen some fucked-up shit in my life. It’s shaped me and made me the man I am. I never thought I’d ever see anything innocent. I sure as hell never thought I’d be the one to touch it.
I hear her whisper please and that’s all I need. I bite gently along the inside of her thighs, teasing and licking. I tease one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between my fingers and tugging gently. Her pussy is beautiful. Fine blonde hair covering it, delicate pale flesh, and the sweetest scent that calls to me. It’s like coming home.
I use my free hand to pull her tender little hood back, flatten my tongue again and lick over her clit, taking a minute to suck it into my mouth and then lashing it gently with my tongue before letting it go. Her whimper of need above me tells me I’m on the right track. I dart my tongue across her pussy, touching her everywhere, but never long and never with enough force to send her over the edge. She’s so responsive, I know instinctively this won’t take long. I like knowing she’s that hot for me. I fucking love knowing no other man has had this from her. She tastes of lazy summer days, sweet, tart, and fresh. I slide my hand under her leg, pulling her hard against my mouth. I zero in over her clit, humming in approval as more sweet juice flows from her and I drink it down. I break away briefly and my eyes find hers. Those beautiful blue eyes are hazed with need and it’s a look I want on her face all the time. I slip my fingers into my mouth while she’s watching, making sure they are nice and wet and then push them inside her waiting pussy.
“Sabre!” She calls out loudly at my entry. I go back to teasing her clit with my tongue, smiling because I know those fuckers in the other room can hear her. I curl my fingers and start fucking her slowly with two of them, still using my tongue to worry the hard little nub that is jumping with the firm beating of her pulse. With my fingers leisurely sliding in and out, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit with each inward thrust. I capture the nub between my teeth, pull, and then suck it hard, all while pushing my fingers as far as I can get them inside of her that she screams out the words that let me know she’s a wildcat.
“Eat me! Oh god, don’t stop, Sabre!”
In repayment for her plea, I stretch my fingers and arc them, while continuously licking her sweet pussy—from the point where my fingers disappear deep inside of her, to the top, and back again. I lap her up like a man dying of thirst, drinking in every ounce of sweetness she will give me. Her hips are thrusting high off the bed and she’s grinding against my mouth. Her
legs are wrapped around me, the heels of her feet pushing into my back. She’s wild as hell with need. I can feel the nerves and muscles flutter beneath my tongue. I know she’s close. I’m probably ten different kinds of fucked up and definitely a bastard, but I decide to do something I know will slow her down. I’m just not ready for this to end.
“Shhh… Annie, I need you to be quiet or my brothers outside will hear your sweet voice and know you’re giving your pussy to me.”
Her whole body tightens up, just as I knew it would.
“Sabre,” she whispers frantically and I smile as I begin my onslaught again; finger fucking her, slow and steady in tandem with my tongue. I keep my line of vision on her, watch her head go back in pleasure and then slowly pull back up, watching me—watching everything I’m doing to her. I admire the fine mist of perspiration that covers her body, making her glow almost. My eyes move to her hands and I watch as she pulls on the bindings, trying to reach me even now, knowing it’s impossible. She’s completely at my mercy—completely owned by me. It’s fucking beautiful, and my cock is throbbing to get inside of her. It’s not going to happen. Not yet.
I push my thumb against her clit, hard, as I lick down the lips of her pussy and then bite. She growls and I grin, pulling on the skin I have trapped. I continue fucking her with my fingers, as my mouth moves to the tender area on the inside of her thigh. I feel the need to mark her. I’m not going to fuck her yet, but I need something to know my mark is on her. So I torment her all along her thigh, leaving love bites and bruises in my wake. With each one, I get rougher. Annie loves it. Her cries become louder and she’s practically thrashing, demanding of her release. I look up at her beautiful face, and she bites into her lip and whimpers. I could do this all night, but those fuckers are out there, sitting around my woman’s bar, eating my woman’s food, and I want them gone. I sit up, her taste all over my face and lips. It’s a flavor I could come to crave.
