Relentless Desire

by Jacqwin Hess

  Adri smoothed back her wet hair from her face as he reached over to do it, both of them panting and smiling. She lost her senses, pushing off his safety glasses, kissing him and not even thinking; grabbing his shirt and pulling him over to her side as she shifted. She thrust her tongue deep and hard into his mouth, groaned in intoxication from the scent of his beautiful body. She loved that unique masculine smell that was all his own. She moaned as he thrust his hand into her dress top, grabbing her tit as he kissed her as wildly right back and felt how ready he was for her.

  It got extremely heated, fast; suddenly both of them were so aggressive and hard, so mindlessly in need for each other. They were in agonizing pain from their need, so eager, clawing at each other’s clothes, jerking themselves free at all the points where it mattered, uncovering only where they needed. He thrust his hips up and she jerked his pants down with his help, immediately grabbing his hard, huge cock. She instantly began pumping her hand on it, jerking it and then he shoved her back, tearing open her dress. He dropped his mouth on her naked breast, making her cry out when his day old whiskers tore across the sensitive nub, but it tightened into such a sweet peak for him, doing the same to the other.

  She needed more—so much more—and came forward, shot up, grabbing the cross bar overhead and lifting herself up against him. Grasping his cock again , she placed him at her entrance and then both of them slammed their bodies together and instantly began thrusting and moving.

  “Oh, fuck yeah!” Adri growled, throwing her head back at the jabbing pulsing between her legs, feeling his dick so deep inside of her pussy, stretching it mercilessly, and the slamming collision of their flesh. She cried out, feeling him hit it so hard, bouncing her body wildly on him. She switched arms, keeping a tight grip overhead, arranging her legs better, and took over. Adri took herself on the ride of her fucking life, surging up and down, working those hips and moving just how he loved.

  She was a vision; straddled over him like that and riding the living fuck out of him. She was even forced to grasp the bars closer to the front now as she arched back more—and throwing her entire body into fucking him. Adri was, so uninhibited and wild–slamming that divine pussy of hers so hard on his dick; bouncing, gyrating, thrusting and shimmying those hips. She kept working them so fast…and then faster—and he shouted out, his ass shooting up off the seat, throwing back his head and gripping the bars overhead himself now as she put the squeeze on him, working it like never before.

  Holy fuck, she’s gone all Naomi Malone on me! Oh, fuck yeah is right! He could only grip the bar tighter, hold on, and pant out, growling. He kept seeing sparks behind his eyes and in his head as the pleasure continued to grip and shoot all through him, exploding in brilliant hues as she fucked his dick like a mindless beast from Haiti!

  He finally lost total control of all senses and began to buck so violently beneath her, ramming so hard into her, making her scream, her hair flying wildly about her from the impact of their thrashing bodies. It actually felt as if his dick got harder watching those beautiful tits jar wildly, beautiful legs lifting up and those pretty little feet of hers going into sweet ballerina points as she arched back and let her cunt be fucked that brutally.

  Now, she was the one holding on for dear life and shaking her head, screaming out in pants as he kept his fingers between her legs, shimmying and beating her clit, viciously and ruthlessly. He was jerking as his cock stabbed back at her ass for a second, the pleasure so great it sent more blood pulsing to his cock. He then rammed back into her gaping, hot hole and suddenly blew. He shouted out as his whole body felt torn apart by the ecstasy, shuttering and lightly jarring under her as he came. He dropped his head to the side of the seat and continued coming right with her, feeling those sweet tight spasms about his dick.

  She panted against his lips for two seconds and then kissed him, open and wild, hungrily, nasty. She finally eased down on him, feeling him pulsing through the last little bit of his orgasm and began squeezing and working her pussy to prolong his pleasure. She felt his arms completely encircle her body, pulling her to him and holding her, gently gripping her hair and she panted against his cheek in a dazed bliss. “Oh-Oh god. Sebastian, that–that–was-was…”

  “Spectacular. The most incredible…unbelievably hot…rage fucking of my life! Undeniably…spectacular,” he growled and then insanely held her in a vice-like hold as he clawed her cunt and bucked so viciously hard into her a few more times. It forced her orgasm to continue, to hurt and blow her mind as she spurted a bit longer, harder from it. It did something to him, to his mind to feel her loose her control against him, to snare her mind and body, claiming her orgasm and making it into more than the usual. He just kept jarring and working his fingers and…then…rolled his eyes in pleasure at the feel of her hole tightening as she went to that higher plane of ecstasy, enduring the forced orgasm and held on as she drifted into bliss.

  He shot forward on the seat, grabbing her just before she dropped back on the cross bar over the top of the dashboard, holding her up. He enjoyed the beautiful sight of her passed completely out in his arms. He rubbed his hands up over her ribs and breast, gently gripping it and then sucking on her nipple, feasting on her flesh. “Fuck me, did this really just happen?!” Fucking in a dune buggy—that had to be a first. It was for me anyway, and Adri made it fantastic! I will never in my life forget this night. Oh my god, this was beautiful! He even found himself lightly chuckling to himself, on an endorphin high after that. He just barely managed to get her awake enough to get her to rise up and let him out of the buggy. He crooked a grin as he stared down at her, adjusting his pants back—ignoring the feeling of eyes staring and watching them. He hurried over to the driver’s side, getting in and immediately started the Quadski, taking off back to the house.

  Adriaunn couldn’t have had a better end to a perfect night than walking to his front door, hearing a familiar rumbling and turning just as the wild horses of the island came galloping along the beach, flashing past the house. They were so close, gasping into her hand over the beauty of them, wild and free. Suddenly, one of them stopped and reared up right in front of her. Sebastian grabbed at her shirt to jerk her to safety, but she didn’t move and watched the beautiful black beast shake his head, dropping down and blowing hard as he stepped closer. It was calm around them. Staring into his eyes, she began reaching up to him, touching him. She was in paradise and the gorgeous beast remained still, letting her skim her fingers up over his muzzle and cheek, kissing him. He jerked back, stepping around and bolted, taking off after the others. She squealed out and spun around, throwing her arms around Sebastian’s neck and laughing out in total shock and excitement.

  Sebastian would have never believed it if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes. He had it recorded to video on his phone, having heard the rumbling down the beach when they arrived at the house and knew they were headed that way. It was a beautiful moment, made into a majestic moment with Adriaunn fearlessly standing before the horse that instantly trusted her completely and let her pet him. He just smiled down at her, wrapping his arms around her. He lifted her up and took her inside since she was shivering from the cold, her clothes still wet from the Quadski. He took her to the shower and then bed, so she could continue to give him her magical touch.

  Adri noticed the strange way he was looking at her. Was he angry she didn’t back up from the horse, not just risking herself, but him, too? “What? You’re not mad, are you?”

  “No, I’m not. It’s just…you’re amazing. I’ve heard of there being horse whisperers or charmers, but I just hadn’t ever seen it before. Those horses are wild to the island.”

  “All horse are wild, Sebastian. They’re beasts, dangerous animals; just because one was trained to take a saddle, doesn’t make him any safer or more docile—all of them capable of going wild and losing it at any second. But, I think we’ve had plenty of wild moments tonight and I’m utterly caput-exhausted and can’t do any more. I can’t go another second.�
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  “Alright. Sweet dreams Baby girl.”

  Sebastian’s mind was still reeling hours later, just taken aback and stunned, overwhelmed by this amazing woman lying asleep next to him. He looked over at her where she was, laying in exhaustion on her stomach, her hair spread out about her, looking so beautiful in the moonlight and his thoughts and feelings so clear. He more than just liked Adriaunn and knew he was going to keep her in his life, one way or another. He knew she would be good for him. She was so different from the other women he’d always known and almost afraid to believe that she was real. She was a great relief from the stress that had become his everyday life, from the demanding, control freak bitches of his class and this had been the first semi-break he had from work in…well, since the divorce, his father’s death ten years ago. He started working like a mad man to bring the company back from ruins and build his wealth back—and finish raising his kids.

  When she shifted in her sleep, without thinking, he slid down closer to her, slipping his arm under her head and pulling her into his arms, her body now facing his. He relished the feel of a soft, feminine body against his again, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling his senses from the shampoo and soaps she used. God, it feels so good! So Right. As good as he remembered, thinking back on the time he held her for the first time, at his lake house in the Catskills. She snuggled closer, pressing her leg against his and he lifted his leg up, allowing her to slide her legs between his. She was trying to get closer to him for his warmth and drawing the blanket more over them, she finally sagged against him. Soon Sebastian managed to close his eyes and fall asleep and sleep dreamlessly.

  Adri came awake, almost jumping back from the confines around her, but then remembered being with Sebastian and realizing he was…holding her, woke in his arms—and not just held, but cocooned by him! Holy fucking Wowzer and he didn’t have that morning stink–God, I hope I don’t have morning stink. She closed her eyes, relaxed back down, and tensed when he moved. He drew her in closer, but relaxed back down, continuing to sleep, only with his arm more tightly fitted against her shoulder and the other hand resting on her ribs and breasts, his cheek against the top of her head.

  Ooh…this feels so good and so nice, warm and safe. The perks to having a lover. She just couldn’t believe she was there with him, that he was actually holding her and having had sex with her because he had chosen her and wanted her! Excitement flushed all through her body, a smile broke out across her face, and she stayed right where she was, getting herself to go back to sleep and wait for him to wake her.

  Her last thoughts were her realizing that submission to this man most likely wouldn’t be so bad, seeing herself tied up, blindfolded and helpless to the sexual torture he was delving out. She burned from the images of him bringing a whip down over her breasts, trailing the crop down her belly, then lightly striking her over and over between her legs, setting her pussy on fire and making it feel so good. At the same time he was thrusting and jabbing his cock into her mouth, surging hard into her throat as he blew and came in her. Oh god, yes, that would be so awesome. Submission to him would no doubt be utterly fantastic. Maybe! However, she couldn’t just lose her head and jump into something she wasn’t really sure about or ready for—the Contract of Consent flashing through her mind suddenly and how…involved BDSM and the so called ‘Lifestyle’ was!

  The contract was suddenly like a splash of cold water and when she opened her eyes, seeing that she was now alone, she was sort of glad for it. She could hear him in the other room, talking on the phone and got up, running into the bathroom, locking the door. She cleaned the wetness from between her legs, cleaning up and brushing her teeth. She was so sore and knew he’d grab her again if given the chance. When she got out, she hurried and dressed in whatever clothes he had put out for her, pulling the soft wool sweater over her head just when he stepped into the room. He was lightly smiling, but it obviously didn’t reach his eyes and the words he spoke told her why.

  “Don’t ever lock any door against me again, Adriaunn, not in any of my homes.”

  “All right,” she timidly answered back and he looked back over his shoulder as the phone rang again, glancing back at her as he came up off of the wall, then left into the living room. Well-Fine! Control Freak! Whatever.

  As the weekend continued, he kept at his business affairs on a lighter level while she just lay around, watching a movie. He loved it when she rolled over with her head on his lap and fell asleep. He watched her for a long time, thinking back to earlier, having known why she locked the door. She had been afraid he would come back in and ravage her, which…admittedly he was going to. Though, truth be told, he would have tried it and probably wouldn’t have been able to do it either when it came right down to it. However, he wasn’t going to allow her to lock a door between them, and be denied having access to her. That was what really pissed him off about it, having wanted to be with her and was glad she knew better now. Normally he would had bent her over and spanked her bottom in punishment—

  No. No-No, don’t go there–don’t even think about it. He felt his cock start to tighten and forced his thoughts back to the papers in front of him. She lasted half an hour like that, his large leg not making the best pillow, seeing her flinch over her cricked neck. Weakly, she rose up and turned onto her back. He mentally hadn’t even realized the action was automatic, without even thinking, he was pulling on the drawstrings of her shorts. He unconsciously moaned at the feel of his fingers slipping into the top of her panties, dying in pleasure from it. That was literally one of the most erotic things he loved the most—was the feel of the ribbing from her panties on his fingers, that…moment it popped up over his fingers and the anticipation of what awaited him between those silken sexy thighs. God I love that.

  He teased his fingers there for a while, running them over the tops, until he needed more, pushing his fingers against the band, getting under the silk material and caressing his finger down to that place of beauty—just knowing what awaited his touch. He drew up her left leg against the couch and sighed as he slid his fingers on down, slipping them over her mound. Gently, he kept caressing and teasing over the smooth, soft flesh, touching over her clit hood, over her plump sweet flesh of her labia and labia minor…

  Oh god. Adri was dying in agonizing pleasure, in excruciating pain from the pleasure that his fingers caused, somehow roving his fingers together with her folds between his thumb and forefingers in a way that drove her mad. It felt so amazing, being casually touched, caressed, and finger massaged this way, never dipping his fingers inside of her pussy, just moving them in the most magical way. She gasped when he clinched his fingers closed around her folds, keeping a tight hold on them. He held them tight, hurt just so perfectly and then eased his clawing hold on them. He made a phone call, his fingers never leaving from over her folds and told someone that he’s sending projections to them by email with some revisions. He just sat there talking for a full fifteen minutes–and all the while his fingers just…remained there, barely caressing and teasing mercilessly at her clit.

  Again, he moved his fingers together, pinching, pressing, tugging, rubbing, and carefully fisting them, then tighter, hearing her gasp it felt so good and she began moving against him. Her hand flying down to his wrist, she gave a quiet cry as she felt his middle digit force its way under her clit hood. He flicked brutally at her little bulbous beauty that was her pleasure center and kept it up until he felt her ejaculating spurts against his fingers as he made her come. “Very good baby girl. Just what I wanted.” He stated, shoving her shorts down, gripping her thigh and jerking her hips upward. She cried out as he leaned over her and trapped her beneath him. He crudely forced her cunt lips apart and dropped his mouth on her drenched pussy, licking, sucking and indulging on her juices, until he had her clean and she was about to cry from the painful sensitivity.

  “Sebastian?” Adri woke up in his arms on the couch, his business papers and computer set aside now, having done so in order
to hold her and she loved that he did. She slid onto her stomach as he moved onto his back and placed her body half on top of his, with the rest of her between his legs and on the couch. She placed her hands on his chest and rested her chin on top of them as she looked up at his gorgeous face, liking how he rested his hand on her head—being so affectionate.

  “Hm?”

  “I’m sorry about the bathroom, locking you out.” She offered an apology and he stared at her, running a hand down her shoulder, back, and reached on down, gripping her bottom.

  “Normally, I would have stripped you naked, bent you over, and spanked your sweet bottom in punishment for your disobedience and lack of regard, needing full access to his submissive; keeping what’s mine away from me.”

  She turned her head away and looked down. “Do you need to hit and…do that? Spank and whip?”

  “Look at me when we’re talking, Adri,” he ordered and she looked back up at him. “Yes, I like the spanking and beatings, because it’s sexually stimulating and arousing. That’s why people do it and why it exists. There is pleasure to be found in gentle pain, when it’s done correctly and I can assure you…I know how to do it correctly and leave you begging for it, but I haven’t done it now because you are nowhere near ready for it and capable of handling it. It’s why I didn’t do it earlier and let the locked door slide this time. A submissive has to be taught and trained. It doesn’t just come naturally. There is more to it than just obeying me. When I tell you to spread your legs or order you in some position for sex, you do it. It’s about trust…and respect, trusting me to take care of you in all ways-every way, including your pleasure and how I administer it.