“But I want to see you," she says.
"You brought this upon yourself, kitten. Let's just call this one of your punishments. Two more to go."
She gives me a plaintive groan. "That's not fair.”
"Something tells me you'll change your mind in the next several minutes," I chuckle. When she pushes her ass further in my hands, my cock strains so much it hurts. "Let me get undressed," I tell her.
She answers with another series of moans.
Unwilling to waste another minute, I slip out of my clothes and drop them to the floor in an expensive pile. When I step out of my boxer briefs, my cock snaps up against my stomach thick, long and rock hard. My knob is already leaking pre-cum and my balls draw up tight to my body as if they’re ready to spill their load before I even get started. Now that would be a shame.
I reach down to fetch my belt and I place it on the bed. With one hand stroking my shaft, I drop to my knees. With a long sigh filled with expectation and arousal, I tug her hips toward me so that her ass is at the end of the bed.
Damn, I need this. I need her.
I lean forward and kiss her wet pussy, breathing her in deeply. Once I've had my fill, I stick my tongue out and lap at her from clit to hole.
"Oh God,” she moans, pressing against my face.
“You’re even more delicious then I remember,” I tell her, reaching out to cup her right tit. I drive my fingers deep inside of her pussy with my other hand, working her up to a frenzy. “Bloody hell. You're dripping for me,” I grunt. Leaning down again, I press my closed lips against her clit, sucking it hungrily.
"Oh, Barrett."
Too eager for her own good, Charlotte starts grinding her pussy against my tongue. I allow her to take her pleasure, but when I feel her legs start to tremble, I pull away.
"No. Please don't stop," she protests.
"Don't worry, kitten. I'm just getting started. You’re far too intoxicating for me to stop now."
I straighten up and position myself right behind her. I lean over her, drop my hands on each side of her body on the bed and bring my lips to her ear.
"How do you want me?" I whisper.
"What?" The confusion in her voice is clear.
"I want to know how you want this ride to go?"
"I want your cock," she says.
That goes without saying.
"Do you want me dirty?"
"Yes."
"Very dirty?"
"Oh, yes," she hisses.
"Filthy?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
"How filthy?"
She pauses.
Although I can't see her face, her hitched breaths let me know she's considering this question very seriously. I don't rush her. I’ll allow her to tell me what she wants and then I'll decide how much passion I’m willing to unleash on her body.
"I want you unrepentant. I want you to ravish me. Defile me. I want to forget my own name.”
"I like the way you think," I say. "What's your safe word?"
"I told you already," she says with a touch of annoyance.
"I know. Indulge me." If the rumbling of this rogue wave brewing inside me is any indication, I'm not certain I'll be able to curtail my desire for her. I need the peace of mind to know that she’ll stop me if I go too far. "Tell me again."
"Why? You’ve never asked that question twice before."
"Six months is a long time," is all I say. And I’m horny as hell.
"Should I be worried?"
"A little bit,” I chuckle.
“You’re going to tear me in half, aren't you?"
“Nah. If I do, I won’t be able to fuck you a second, third and even fourth time. In other words, you'll like the rewards you reap."
She lets out a trembling sigh and responds, "Monaco."
"Good girl. Since I didn't expect your company, I had to be creative."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't have any lube."
"That's hilarious," she laughs. “I doubt very much you'll need any, given how wet I am right now."
"Who says I was thinking of your pussy?"
"Oh, shit." Yeah.
"Hands behind your back," I command.
“Oh, God.” She gasps, but she complies.
I grab her wrists and pull them closer together. With my right hand, I grab the belt and wrap it around her wrists. I bind them and tighten. She’s tied up beautifully—completely immobile. All mine to do as I please.
"This is your second punishment, love.”
“That's it? Puh-lease. You're getting softer with age, mate."
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Ahhh,” she chokes.
I redden both her cheeks to remind her who’s in charge. The sight of my hand imprint has my cock twitching with excitement.
“Now, back to the program," I say forcefully. "Is that too tight?” I ask.
She shakes her head. "No."
"Are you sure?" I press.
"I am. It doesn't hurt," she confirms.
"That's all that matters. If anything changes, you tell me. No hesitation."
"I promise."
“We’re going to use conditioner in lieu of lube."
She laughs.
"I'll definitely be silky smooth," she jokes.
"Amongst other things," I deadpan.
"What do you mean?"
"You'll also be well-fucked."
"By all means then. Don't let me stop you, mate. Slap some conditioner on my asshole."
I really didn't see that one coming.
I burst out laughing and it takes me a few seconds to compose myself.
When I do, I’m truly ready to play.
I grab the bottle of conditioner and pour a generous amount inside my palm before rubbing my hands together. As eager as I am to feel her clench around my cock, it's only fair that I prepare her.
With my left hand, I pull the belt up, forcing her arms to lift behind her back.
“Ohhhh.”
"Did I hurt you?" I ask.
"No. I just didn't expect it," she pants. "Please don't stop," she pleads.
"I won't."
With that, I slide one coated finger inside her, invading her tight hole. I grunt at the sensation. Greedily, I insert a second finger and she moans for me.
"You okay?"
"More than okay," she says. Charlotte pushes back onto my fingers to prove her point. “Damn,” she grunts when her ass hits my knuckles.
Damn is right.
That’s enough to make me come all over myself like a stupid teenager.
Although I took her virginity at eighteen, it took me a few years before introducing her to ass-play. In fact, she pushed my hand at it. But I'm sure that doesn't come as a surprise. It's Charlie we’re talking about, after all. It wasn't as pleasurable as she had hoped the first few times. In fact, she hated it. I was patient and eventually, she eased into it beautifully. Long gone are the days where I had to cajole her into relaxing so that she could take my ten-inch cock. Now, she swallows me like a champ.
I chuckle. "I'm convinced. Can you take a third finger?" I ask.
"I'll take whatever you give me." Her answer is so definite. Music to my ears.
Fueled, I continue my assault.
I start pumping in and out of her ass, soaking up her warmth and enjoying the unmistakable hedonistic sound of her slickness. It doesn't take long for her to start fucking my fingers.
Each one of her moans and mewls gets me harder. There's nothing that fills a bloke with pride than to watch his girl take pleasure at his own hand. My girl. I have to keep reminding myself that I have her only for tonight.
With the hand that's still holding the belt, I part her cheek so that I can better see the hole I’m going to fuck. The way the leather belt stretches along her body is a fucking work of art. Second only to her tight little hole.
Needing more, I slowly remove my fingers from her warm ass. I fist my throbbing cock and squeeze tight. Fuck. My engorged balls co
ntract sending a ripple of sensations up my spine.
I take a small step forward and I stare down at where my fat mushroom head nudges into her. I’m always in awe at how her pretty little ass can swallow my big cock. The visual is such a high. Like always, I chase away the thought of how many other men she’s allowed to fuck her up the ass. I don't expect her to be celibate. She's entitled to give that part of her to whoever she wants. As much as it fucking kills me.
I bend my knees and with a languorous motion, I rub the head of my leaking cock where my fingers were teasing her mercilessly. Honestly, this is so bloody amazing, I'm not sure who I’m torturing more—her or me.
“Fuck," she lets out with a labored breath.
This isn't the first time I’ve played with her ass like this, but every single time I do, it makes me lose my bearings.
“Ah, shit, Charlotte,” I growl as my cock seeps more pre-cum.
"Put it in," she whimpers.
Slap.
"Patience, kitten."
She lets out a little disapproving rumble.
With her hands tied, I really don't know how she manages to jerk her hips back the way she does, but that simple movement forces the tip of my head inside her hole.
"Jesus, Charlotte," I let out, surprised.
"Please, Barrett. I can't wait any longer," she pleads.
"Neither can I," I whisper under my breath.
I force her legs to spread further apart by nudging her with my right knee. She struggles a little for balance. Without the use of her hands, this becomes tricky, but eventually she widens her stance. I tighten my grip around the belt with my left hand while I steady her hip. I fist my cock with my other hand and start edging it into her ass. With her legs spread apart and her ass tilted up because of the curve in her back, I can easily breach inside her effortlessly. Slowly, I move in and out in short controlled thrusts until I pass her first ring. My cadence is steady. Nothing too crazy yet.
“Ohhh,” she hisses. “Yesssss,” she lets out. “I can never decide if this is pleasure or pain,” she reveals.
I move my hand from my cock to her back. “It’s a little pain for a lot of pleasure,” I say as I caress her. I stroke her skin to reassure her as I continue to push myself into her an inch at a time.
“And it’s all pleasure for you,” she laughs.
“No. It becomes pleasurable when you ride the wave with me. Not a second sooner.”
"You're the quintessential gentleman, even when you're fucking my ass with my hands belted behind my back."
"What did you expect? Anything less would be very unbecoming," I joke back. The light pleasantries allow her to ease onto my cock. She swallows my crown and keeps pushing down against my cock. Fuck. When she’s taken several more inches of me, I know she's as ready as I am. “Can I let loose?”
“You promised me pleasure. I'm still waiting, sir."
Leave it to Charlotte to come back with such an impudent response.
I tilt my hips backwards and with a loud feral growl, I plunge my cock inside her ass until my pelvis touches her cheeks.
“Oh fuck,” I pant.
She lets out a strangled growl as I start pumping.
“That’s it, kitten,” I praise. I grip the belt and pull it back, so I can fuck her real deep.
She lets out a pained cry.
“It’s okay, kitten,” I soothe. “You can take me," I encourage. “You do it so well.”
“Fuck, Barrett, you’re so fucking big.”
“You say that every time," I remind her with a chuckle.
Her tight and slick ass feels so bloody amazing around my thick shaft. It’s almost a curse how good it feels. Alas, as much as I wish I could stay inside her like this forever, I know better. For now, I milk it. Every inch that disappears inside her is a blessing.
"Damn, you fill me up."
"I own you," I correct her. “You’re fucking mine. Even when we aren’t together, I still own you," I moan as a series of overwhelming sensations rage through me. I will always own you.
"Oh, yes," she sobs.
"I don't care how many losers fuck your ass, it was mine first," I say with a menacing grunt as a wave of possessiveness washes over me. "That’s why it molds so perfectly to my cock."
"No-no one—” She pauses. When she speaks again her tone is completely different. "You're right."
What?
Pushing the confusing thought aside, I resume fucking her. “My poor, poor kitten. Sweet, docile and eager little kitten with no one to fuck her like she deserves. With no one to help her lose her beautiful mind. Tsk, tsk, tsk. The world is such an unfair place.”
Charlotte doesn't take lightly to my mocking remark. She clenches her ass around my cock like a vice and I choke my surprise.
"Charlotte," I growl. "Don't you dare," I warn.
"That got your attention," she laughs.
Slap.
"Did that get yours?"
“Oh, yes. Spank me again.”
"I think you lost that privilege with your smart mouth," I chuckle.
“Bollocks.”
A heady silence falls around us. I fuck her slow and deep, gyrating my hips in a circular movement and grinding in and out of her each time.
“More," she pleads. It's impossible for me to remain aggravated with her when she begs so beautifully. “Oh, Barrett. You fuck me so well.”
Hearing those hedonistic words slip past her lips is like a drug.
“Jesus,” I let out.
My eyes zoom in to where our bodies meet, relishing the sight of every thrust inside of her. It's hard to put into words to know that I'm taking her to the precipice of lustful abandonment with me.
"Oh, yes, please.”
"You’re my dirty little slut. Don’t you ever forget it," I growl as I pull the belt back, exerting my dominance on her.
"I am. I am. I am," she chants.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I'm so fucking turned on that I can only respond by spanking her ass.
"Give it to me hard and fast, Barrett.”
That’s her bloody response?
The woman is absolutely perfect.
I drill her ass.
“Look at you, kitten,” I sneer as I fuck her. “Begging me like a needy slut. My needy slut," I groan. “Fucking take it.”
“Yes."
I growl a series of curses and she wiggles her ass against me, greedily swallowing my cock.
I reward her by rocking in and out of her, over and over and over again. She pumps back against me, meeting each one of my punishing thrusts. I give her more. Never mind the fact that I feel my heart drumming so hard against my chest, I fear it might stop with my cock nestled deep inside her. I don't care. If this is how I have to go, so be it, God. There wouldn't be a sweeter death.
Sweat pours uncontrollably from our bodies. Her wet blond locks stick like glue to her neck and upper back. I'm dripping wet and her glistening skin slides too easily against mine. The heat emanating from her body is like a freaking volcano. It's like lava. Incandescent. Scorching. Torrid. In other words, this is fucking incredible.
“I'm going to shoot my load up this tight hole and then you’re going to clench hard to show me how much you appreciated my cock and my gift. I want to see my cum dripping from your ass,” I command. “You hear me, kitten?"
"Ha,” she gasps.
"That wasn't the answer I was looking for. Try again," I bark.
"Yes. I'll take it all. Every single last drop of you," she pants.
“And then?”
“I’ll squeeze hard." She pauses. "To show you how much of a filthy slut I am.”
That first part would’ve be sufficient, but that last part… that's just too precious for words.
"You’re a good little slut," I reward her.
I was pleased with that answer, but she had to take it up ten notches.
“God, I don’t know why, but I want your cum marking me so badly.”
Well, hell.
Charlotte and I have had a steady on-again, off-again dance for over a decade now. Every time we’re back together, it's hot and heavy. But I can't help it. Hearing her confession swells my chest like a triumphant silverback gorilla.
I laugh under my breath, pumping harder into her. “I know why. It’s the anticipation. When you fuck someone new, you don't know what to expect. An old lover—”one who worships your body like I do. “—knows what to do to force you to come undone stitch by stitch."
"And you do that so well," she says in a whisper, her head lowered as I bang her sweet ass.
"Fuck yeah," I growl.
I pummel her rougher, slamming deep inside of her. Every single time my body slaps against her ass, pleasure spikes through me like an arrow.
She whimpers and mewls and asks for more. “Harder, Barrett. Harder please…”
“Goddammit, your ass will be the end of me," I growl, slapping her right cheek again and again.
“Hmmm,” she hums.
She's too far gone to even form words.
Honestly, I'm not too far behind.
I can feel the orgasm buzzing along my skin as my balls start to constrict in small little staccato pulses, waiting just a few heartbeats away to explode deep inside her ass like a fireman’s hose.
But, she comes first.
"Are you ready to give me what I want?" I ask.
"I'm close," she responds.
"Good girl." With one hand, I undo the belt around her wrists, freeing her. Using both arms I hold her up against my chest. She looks back offering me her lips. I can't refuse such an eager pout. I crash my mouth into hers in a blistering kiss that steals my breath—and I suspect hers. As our tongues dance and our lips embrace, I palm her tits, squeezing her hard nipples while my other hand slides down to her pussy as I continue to grind into her ass.
“Oh, Barrett," she whispers in my mouth.
After a few long seconds, I force myself to pull away from her. If I don't, I fear I'll let her down by coming before she does. And that is simply unacceptable.
“Hands on the bed," I order as I let go of her. “You’ll need your balance.”
“Okay,” she whispers as she complies.
I lean forward and bite her bare shoulder.
“Hmmm. Do that again.”
I don't refuse her. These are the last few seconds of tenderness before I go fucking crazy on her ass.
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