RosyCheeks

by Marianne LaCroix

  Something wasn’t right about this. There was more to this than making her come. “But?” she finally asked as he pulled away.

  She watched him stand, powerful sinew and muscle moving beneath his lightly tanned skin.

  He held the remote in one hand and turned on the egg.

  Vicki nearly lost her mind at the slow vibrations within her, driving her wild. She moved against her restraints and the tiny bells clamped to her nipples tinkled gently.

  Then the vibrations ceased.

  “Ah ah ah,” he started as he closed the distance between them. He reached for a breast and ran his tongue over the nipple within the clamp. “You may enjoy yourself and come, little Vicki. But if you make the bells ring, I will stop the vibrator.”

  So that was the game. “I can’t help moving,” she sobbed. “Please sir. Have mercy on me.”

  “Mercy? No, that isn’t what you want. You like the challenge.” He paused then added, “If you please me, I will take you to bed and you may get your wish to suck on me. You want to suck on my dick, don’t you, little Vicki?”

  She nodded even as hot, fresh tears streamed down her face. “Yes sir. I want to please you.”

  “Please me and you will be rewarded. Agreed?”

  She choked back more tears, but nodded once again.

  “Very well. Don’t make the bells ring, and I will make you come several times.” With that he reached for his chair and sat with his legs open. In one hand he held the remote to the egg and with the other he stroked his cock. “So fucking beautiful. After I let you suck me off, later I am going to fuck you again. You need a good long fuck.”

  With that he flipped on the egg and it vibrated within her.

  She leaned back against the door’s cool, smooth surface. She couldn’t move. If she moved, he’d stop the approaching climax. Even now with the setting on low, the pressure built. She moved her hips rhythmically in her growing excitement. She rode the gently increasing vibrations from the egg, but as he turned up the speed, restraining her body became more of a challenge. If only she could move her hips a bit more…

  Then the bells tinkled and the vibrations stopped.

  Her breathing grew ragged as this continued—his building of her climax and flipping off the egg once the tiny bells jingled.

  After about the fourth time he’d turned off the egg, she peered at him sitting in his chair, his thick cock in one hand. Then she realized he had stopped stroking himself when he turned off the vibrator. He was not only denying her, he denied his own release.

  She licked her lips, tasting her own salty tears. How long would he torture them both?

  The hum within her cunt began again, but this time it vibrated harder. Already on edge, it didn’t take long for her to approach climax. She forced her body still and when her body finally surrendered to the spasmodic convulsions, she cried out his name in pure ecstasy.

  Her body shuddered and shook in climax and the bells tinkled, but he didn’t switch off the vibrator. One orgasm led into another and she strained against the door, her body arching in abandon. She screamed with each spasm, swept into a whirlpool of sexual euphoria. She was only faintly aware of his yell as he spilled his seed into his hand and onto the floor.

  He turned off the egg and she sagged within the restraints.

  Within moments he released her ankles and wrists from the restraints and removed the egg from her sopping-wet center. She fell against him, exhausted, and he held her in his arms.

  “Shh, sweet, sweet Vicki. Never have I seen such rapture.” He kissed her forehead and held her close. “You have pleased me well.”

  “But…I couldn’t keep the bells from moving.” She leaned into him, thankful for his strength and tender hands holding her.

  “I know. You did very well.”

  He lifted her into his arms, cradling her body against his. She felt small, vulnerable…feminine. He laid her down on the couch and kneeled at her side. She stroked his hair and smiled.

  He reached for her breasts and unfastened the clamps, and she gasped at the painful sensitivity. He climbed onto the couch between her legs and sucked on one nipple while squeezing the other between his thumb and forefinger.

  Her desire climbed quickly as he laved her breasts, licking, nipping, squeezing. She arched her body, leaned her head back and closed her eyes, surrendering to his touch, his gentle but firm command over her body.

  His body lying on hers felt glorious, his weight pushing her into the leather couch. The scent of leather and sex filled her nostrils and nothing mattered beyond this moment of sexual bliss.

  “You have such beautiful breasts,” he murmured against one nipple. “So round and perfect. I could suck on your nipples all night.”

  She threaded her fingers through his hair and sighed. “I’d like that.”

  He sucked and lightly bit one nipple. “I’d have to fuck you all night as well.” He reached down between her legs and slid his fingertips through her wet folds. “Such a sweet pussy.”

  She softly chuckled. “I would love to have you lick me all night long.”

  “Mmm, I may have to get started on that right now.” He moved down her body, his chest hairs brushing along her pussy. She moaned as he kissed and licked a trail down her abdomen to her navel. He dipped his tongue into her bellybutton and she tightened her fingers in his hair.

  He caught her hands and pushed them down to her sides and held her firmly against the cushioned leather. He continued moving lower to the apex of her thighs and breathed in her scent. “So fucking sweet.” Then he lowered his mouth over her clit and she let out a deep breath.

  Her clit between his lips, he teased the small nub from its hood. She tossed her head to one side then the other, lost to the magic of his teeth lightly grazing the engorged pleasure point.

  When he sucked hard on her clitoris, she surrendered control to his mastery and climaxed fast and hard. She screamed and bucked against his mouth as she gripped the leather beneath her hands, riding out the spasms racking her body.

  As her climax subsided, he laid his head on her abdomen and sighed. He released her hands and she rested hers on his head, gently stroking the softness of his hair.

  Her eyelids drifted closed and she smiled in catlike contentment.

  “We’re not done here, little Vicki,” he finally said as he continued to rest on her belly.

  “Hmm?”

  “I believe I’m due another Christmas present.”

  She opened her eyes and gazed down at him. “Another present?”

  “Uh huh. Something about sucking my cock.”

  She snickered. “Oh Mr. Robertson. You are a naughty teacher.”

  He smacked one side of her buttocks. “Don’t make me go find another ruler.”

  “Oh no sir. My ass cheeks are already nice and red.”

  “Then I suggest you get to work, little girl, or I will put you over my knee and give you another spanking.”

  Damn, Vicki loved the idea. “Maybe you can anyway. When you put your hands on my ass, it gets me so excited.”

  He smacked her buttock again. “Perhaps later. Right now I want those lips around my cock.”

  She knelt on the floor and he adjusted his position on the sofa to sit with his legs wide open, giving her full access to his cock and balls. She crouched between his splayed legs and reached for his hard cock.

  He reached for a pigtail and tugged her closer. “I’m going to let you know how I want you to lick and suck me and I expect you to obey. You understand, slut?”

  Calling her slut was his way of telling her this was no time to be a lady. He didn’t want a princess sucking on his dick, he wanted a cock-hungry nympho taking his length into her mouth and making him come. A license to be sex-hungry and wanton.

  He tugged on her pigtail again. “Now, hold the shaft with one hand and hold my balls with your other.”

  She followed his guidance and he moaned as she gently squeezed his balls.

  “Good little s
lut. Lick the head. Run your tongue all over the head. Get it nice and wet.”

  Without second thought, she leaned close and flicked her tongue over the head like her lollipop earlier. She continued to lick the head with slow passes of her tongue while massaging his balls with her hand.

  He grasped her pigtails and held her steady to his groin. “Suck on the head,” he commanded in a soft voice. “Only the head.”

  She moaned as she closed her mouth over the bulbous tip.

  “Be sure to lick the hole as you suck.”

  She followed his instruction without hesitation.

  “Yeah, just like that. Suck on me, bitch. You are my little bitch, aren’t you, Vicki?” He began to pant.

  Her juices once again flooded her pussy, so turned-on by pleasing him.

  He jerked her head with a pigtail, breaking the contact of her mouth on his cock. “I asked you a question.”

  She pressed a knuckle into the underside of his sac, and exhaled loudly. “I’m your bitch.”

  “Good girl.” He pulled her pigtail, guiding her head back to his cock. “Now I want you to start as the bottom and lick the length. Sort of like a peppermint stick.”

  As she followed his instructions, his breathing became more ragged.

  He tasted so sexual, a mixture of his salty semen from his orgasm earlier and her own musky juices. She moaned and licked his cock up and down and up again.

  “Good little slut. Yeah, you like licking cock. Time to suck my cock, and suck me hard. Take me into your mouth as far as you can.”

  She took him into her mouth and he thrust upward. She sucked him in, taking him inside all the way to the back of her throat. She fought against the gag reflex, wanting to swallow him deep.

  “Oh yeah,” he moaned as he fucked her mouth, thrusting his hips up and down.

  His balls tightened and she pressed her knuckle into his perineum, anticipating his release. He held on to her head, guiding her to continue her loving. She teased his balls while continuing to rub the sensitive spot behind them. He inhaled sharply at the pressure, and she knew he was getting very close. She took him deeper into her mouth and sucked harder.

  “Yes, now drink me, baby.” He climaxed, hot semen shooting to the back of her throat, and she drank with delight. He gently tugged her pigtails as each wave of liquid sex shot from him.

  When his breathing calmed, he released her pigtails and pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her and she wrapped her arms about his neck and leaned into his kiss. Melding of lips in soft kisses intoxicated her senses. At the first touch of his tongue against hers, she sighed in delight. Her hands traveled over his strong shoulders, mapping the rippling muscles beneath her palms. She groaned against his mouth as their naked bodies rubbed together in an intimate lovers’ embrace.

  She threaded her fingers through his hair and held on to him as he kissed her lips, her jaw, her chin, her neck.

  “Gabriel…” she sighed when he found the sensitive pulse point at the side of her neck.

  He leaned away and gazed into her eyes, then cupped her cheek and once again covered her lips with his. Soft. Oh so soft and seductive kisses. She parted her lips and darted her tongue against his and he moaned as he licked and tasted her.

  Love. She felt it pulse through her as sure and strong as any climax. Words had no place in the moment so she expressed her heart through her kiss. She wanted to please him, but she also wanted to love him. More than the physical. Purely with the heart.

  Chapter Four

  A little while later they relaxed together on the sofa, legs entwined together like a lovers knot. She felt so at home, so comfortable and happy in his arms. This surely was her heaven on earth.

  Then he broke the sweet silence. “I need to be inside you. I want to come inside your pussy, baby.”

  Vicki needed no further encouragement. She climbed over him, resting her legs around his hips. She positioned herself over his cock and slowly guided his length inside.

  “Oh God yes. Come on, baby, ride my dick. Let me feel that pussy swallow me.” He moaned and placed his hands at her hips.

  Holding on to the back of the couch, she slowly moved up and down over his cock.

  “Oh Vicki, baby.”

  She surrendered to his need and made love to him.

  Her relaxed pace was too slow for him, and he moved his hips quicker, encouraging her to follow his lead. He filled her and when she slammed down her body, he stretched her walls, sending pleasure rippling through her every cell. She’d move up then slam down again, up and down, up and down.

  “Yeah, baby. Your cunt is hungry for me. Fuck…”

  He guided her pace with his hands, increasing the tempo faster and faster as he edged to his climax.

  “Oh Gabriel…” she cried as her orgasm claimed her senses once again.

  “Yeah baby, come for me. Come with me.” He pumped wildly into her and she screamed, arching her body backward. He yelled and thrust hard, long strokes into her, filling her with his release.

  Vicki grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples as wave after wave of her climax crashed through her body. She didn’t care who heard her screaming his name, rapture completely robbing her of sensibility and reason.

  As he grew soft inside her, she hesitated to move, not wanting to lose their intimate connection. But he slid from her body and she whimpered. He pulled her to his side onto the couch, cradling her against his body. Half lying, half sitting, she sighed and kissed his jaw. “That was so wonderful.”

  “I lost count of how many times you came.”

  “I don’t know. I wasn’t counting,” she said with a laugh.

  “Thank you for this Christmas gift, baby,” he said, his breathing still ragged from his climax.

  “You’re welcome. Hope you liked it.” He’d asked for only one thing for Christmas, more sex fantasy role play, and his first choice—the schoolgirl fantasy.

  He laughed. “Fuck yeah, I liked it. I always had a thing for short plaid skirts, ever since high school.”

  She kissed his neck and breathed in the scent of his spicy aftershave mingled with sweat and leather. “Yeah well, I wasn’t expecting you to tie me up against the door. That was definitely unexpected.”

  “Have to keep you on your toes.”

  “I’d say the vibrating egg did that as well.”

  He caressed a nipple to a hard point with his thumb, stroking back and forth. “Oh man, that was so hot. Even I had a hard time holding off coming too soon.”

  “I can see us doing that again.” She leaned closer and kissed him. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas, baby.” He kissed her lips with tenderness. “It’s not over yet, though. I have one more Christmas gift for you,” he said with a smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.

  “What is it?”

  “Hold on.” He rose from the couch and stepped over to the desk. “I’ve been wanting to give this to you for a long time.” He pulled open a drawer and reached inside.

  Vicki could hardly hold in her excitement. “What makes you want to give it to me now?”

  He turned holding a white box as big as his hand. He shrugged and said, “Christmas.” He lifted open the lid to reveal a brightly polished silver collar. The silver band curled into a perfect circle and connected at a small silver O ring.

  “I don’t know what to say,” she said, shaking her head, unable to believe the beautiful collar he presented her. “It’s beautiful.”

  “It’s a dress collar. You can wear it anywhere and no one will think twice about it. You can even turn the O ring around and hide it under your hair.”

  “You want to collar me?” She gazed at his face as a tear ran down her cheek.

  “Yes,” he said without hesitation. He then kneeled before her. “Be mine. Be mine, and I will take care of you, see to your needs, protect you, and love you.”

  She began to cry, but not out of pain or need. This time she cried in happiness. “Yes. Oh yes.” She leaned forwa
rd and wrapped her arms about his neck. “Gabriel, I love you,” she whispered.

  “I love you too, my naughty little Vicki.” He pushed her away and lifted the collar from its satiny bed to her neck. Once the silver band was secured, he touched her face with his fingertips. “You look so beautiful in that. So sexy. I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”

  “Good, because I can’t get enough of you either.” She kissed his lips with a soft gentleness.

  “Fuck that,” he muttered as he pulled her from the couch into his arms and kissed her with passion and fervor. His tongue dove into her mouth, seeking to sate his hungry desire. She moaned, succumbing to his power, submitting to his need for control. He pulled her against his body and she melted into him.

  She belonged to him. She always had, ever since they met a year ago and began dating. Once he dominated her in the bedroom, their love affair heated into an inferno of lust and passion and then into a deep love.

  “Can you fuck me again?” she asked breathlessly. She wanted him inside her, riding her, filling her once again.

  “You bet, but this time, let’s go to the bedroom.” He picked her up in his arms and she squealed in delight. He strode through the door into the bedroom where a king-size bed awaited with the coverlet turned back. He lowered her to the bed and paused. “By the way, I like the shoes and thigh-highs, baby. You looked so sexy when you walked into my office, I nearly came just looking at you. I had to make sure those stayed on. So damn hot.”

  She smiled and reached her arms about his neck. “Oh shut up and kiss me, Mr. Robertson.”

  The End

  About the Author

  Multi-published author Marianne LaCroix lives in the American south in the land of cotton and mint juleps. She’s an active member of the RWA in the ESPAN, GothRom, Passionate Ink and First Coast Romance Writers chapters. She’s had several recognitions for her writing, including a Romantic Times BOOKClub Reviewer Choice nomination. Her tastes run to the alpha male with a dark streak in the form of a vampire, shapeshifter or other tortured-soul type. When not writing, Mari can be found spending time with her twin toddler girls and her husband.