She’d never been happier to be proven wrong. “Oh god, please don’t stop,” she begged, struggling to move and generate some friction between their bodies as Charles held her tightly by the wrists with his cock buried balls deep inside her. His other hand held her hip in a bruising grip, immobilizing her and forcing her to hold still.
“If you want me to fuck you, you’d better hold still,” he warned, and instantly her struggles for additional friction ceased. “Good girl,” he praised her lightly, loosening his grip perceptibly and then slowly withdrawing from her pussy. After withdrawing his cock entirely, he slid the tip back inside and thrust several times, fast and shallow so that his cock only penetrated a few inches each time.
Feeling his balls start to tighten, he gripped her by the hip again with one hand, maintaining his hold on her wrists with the other as he withdrew from her slick, hot channel. Anne didn’t have time to protest the loss of his cock before she felt the hot, swollen head of it pressing against her clit before stroking back to her entrance again.
A fresh rush of excitement coursed through her, causing her pussy to flex and contract madly, hot arousal rushing anew from her core. “You’re not allowed to orgasm,” he warned her, pausing momentarily to smack her across the ass for added emphasis, “Don’t even think about it; if you cum when I start fucking you again, I’ll really thrash you.”
His threat carried weight, but it only added to her excitement as he mounted her from the rear and began pushing the head of his cock into her again. She was already drenched with arousal, so his cockhead quickly sank inside her again. With a sharp gasp, followed by a long, keening moan from Anne, the first half of his cock spread her open with the first thrust.
“Take it all, ah yes that’s it,” Charles groaned as he grabbed her by the hips with both hands, dragging her back to take the full length of his cock in one long, hard thrust. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Anne,” he growled softly, withdrawing his cock slowly and then sliding back in until his heavy, swollen testicles pressed against her dripping pussy.
Continuing to thrust at the same slow pace, he leaned over her to shower her back and shoulders in kisses and sensual love bites. Dragging her flesh between his teeth as he slid the length of his cock into her, fucking her rhythmically, he drove her face further into the pillow, muffling her groans of pleasure and stifling any demands she may have had.
As he began to ride her in earnest, he gripped her by the wrists and reached down to tangle his fingers through her hair and pull her back slightly by it. With the change of angle, his cock slid more deeply into her than before, pressing against her cervix and stretching her. Charles’ eyes fell closed as he groaned, holding onto her in a vicelike grip as he relished how the walls of her pussy throbbed, convulsing around the length of his shaft.
“Oh Anne,” his voice was heavy with arousal, his eyes roving over her delectable body as she undulated and writhed beneath him, enveloping him entirely. “You were made for me,” he began thrusting again, setting a furious pace and muttering quiet obscenities as he ravished her. It didn’t take long for the pressure in his testicles to reach breaking point, and with a feral possessiveness he drove their bodies together, releasing his grip on Anne’s bound wrists to hold her by the hips as he growled, “orgasm, my little harlot. Oh fuck yes, take it all.”
Having been on the verge of orgasming practically since the moment he touched her, Anne’s nerves exploded at the sound of his huskily spoken order and the feeling of his cock, huge and throbbing inside her as the hot pulse of his seed filled her. As her orgasm rolled through her, she felt her thighs clenching and trembling uncontrollably and her clit throbbed madly with sensation.
Then, far too soon for her liking, Charles withdrew slowly from her and stepped back, watching as his seed leaked from her pussy to mingle with her own fluids on her thighs. Twisting her head to the side to breathe easier, Anne moaned plaintively, unable to find her voice at first. Her lover only chuckled, his cock gradually softening as his dark eyes scanned every contour and detail of her body. Her ass still bore the shining red marks of his punishment to her and there would be fingerprint bruises on her hips the following day; he was satisfied.
“You did well,” his tone had softened, grown tenderer, and he stepped back to her, unbinding her wrists and letting her arms lay more comfortably at her sides. “I trust I didn’t hurt you?” he stretched out on the bed beside her as she rolled slightly onto her side, facing him with a lazy, contented smile.
“Nothing too permanent,” she leaned toward him and kissed him lightly on the lips, but winced slightly as her regular sensory perception began to return, “perhaps no hot showers or baths for the next few days, though.”
“Well,” Charles sighed theatrically, shaking his head at her, “you brought it on yourself, you know. And now, speaking of hot showers…” he leaned over and kissed her again before rolling off the bed and standing, “You’ll want to get cleaned up before we sleep. Come on,” he grabbed her by the ankle and foot, tugging her toward the edge of the bed.
Actually, Anne didn’t want to move. Aside from some soreness in her arms from having them bound behind her back, she could still feel her thighs trembling intermittently. Her limbs felt heavy, all the energy drained out of her by the intensity of their coupling.
“There is no way I’m allowing you between the sheets in this state; you can sleep after you bathe, filthy girl,” his tone had become more commanding and authoritative, and with a groan of dissent Anne drug herself upright and off the bed. A quick shower and then the welcome oblivion of sleep; she was practically dreaming before the water even hit her skin.
***
“Time to wake up,” Charles’ voice cut through her lingering, dreamlike state, scattering the remnants of her sleep to the four winds and Anne grumbled her way into consciousness.
“It’s too early to be up,” she protested, rolling over to hug her pillow and bury her head away from the light that now shone so rudely through the blinds that he’d opened. Her lover only laughed, the sound reverberating warmly in his chest, and reached down to snatch away the covers, eliciting a shriek from Anne.
“As lovely as you are when you’re drooling on my pillows,” he commented, stepping back with the blanket to stay out of her reach as she snatched for it, “I do believe someone told me she needed to be up on time today. Something about shopping with the brainless sister?”
“Sarah isn’t brainless,” Anne began in defense of her sister, but Charles had already turned his back on her and she knew it was a pointless argument, so she fell silent.
“Yes, well,” he turned back to face her when she trailed off, pleased that she wasn’t going to attempt the futile task of trying to prove her sister’s intelligence, “be that as it may, I believe you had plans with the airheaded little bloodsucker.”
Sighing and brushing her hair back out of her face with her hand, Anne drug herself out of bed, wincing slightly as she did so. His enthusiastic spanking of her the night before had left quite an impression on her bottom, with her buttocks protesting as she moved, but the discomfort was rather mild and served more as a reminder of their antics than anything else.
“God I hope she doesn’t want to go to the mall,” Anne groaned; she hadn’t foreseen being switched by Charles the night before going out shopping with her sister, but they also hadn’t seen one another since before the summer so she couldn’t cancel.
Charles only laughed in amusement at her before saying, “There’s coffee in the kitchen when you’re ready, other than that you can help yourself to the fridge. I’ve got to take care of some things this afternoon, so I’ll be in my office. I assume you’ll be taking the hell spawn’s vehicle?” he quirked an eyebrow at Anne, waiting until she nodded before continuing, “very good then; try to keep her from contaminating my home, if you would be so kind.”
“Yes my lord, as you wish my lord,” she bowed mockingly toward him, the oversized t-shirt she wore riding up her thig
hs as she did so, “is there anything else, my lord?”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and Charles answered with a rather gleeful glint in his eyes, “I hadn’t planned on it, but if you keep it up with that smart ass behavior I may need to punish you again. Perhaps more thoroughly this time, do you think so?”
“Oh no,” she shook her head, stepping back to stay out of easy reach, “I barely have time to get ready as it is, you stay back.”
His eyes grazed over her, lingering on the expanse of exposed leg below the hem of her night shirt, but he only smirked in satisfaction and shook his head at her, “Oh you’re safe, for now. I’ve got things to get to, so you enjoy your afternoon with the living airbag you so proudly call your sister; I’ll see you this evening for dinner before the Halloween party.”
With that, he left the room, laughing to himself while he went. Grumbling behind him as he left, Anne muttered something incoherent about chauvinist pigs, but her words didn’t hold any real malice. It was nearly ten, so she had just over an hour to get ready before Sarah was due to pick her up, and with a light smile she began getting prepared for the day.
***
Much to Anne’s horror and dismay, Sarah had indeed wanted to go trolling through the mall that afternoon, though she had rather expected it. Usually, mall crawling with her younger sister wouldn’t be so bad, since it gave her an opportunity to people watch and observe some of the shallow-minded materialism so replete in the modern world. But after a thorough switching from Charles followed by several rounds of sex during the night, she had little energy for the marathon of running between stores and outlets, and her bottom and thighs were sore.
Unfortunately, they’d taken Sarah’s car, so Anne was stuck. ‘If there is a purgatory, I swear I’m in it,’ she thought as her sister made a beeline for yet another department store. Sarah was a consummate try everything, buy hardly any of it window shopper, and it was killing Anne’s feet to keep up with her as she darted through the mall, crisscrossing this way and that.
“Are you coming?” Sarah had paused at the entrance of Victoria’s Secret, waiting for her sister to catch up with her.
“Of course I am,” they’d been shopping for more than four hours and Anne couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her sister’s antics, “Geez, how much lingerie do you need?”
Her sister only flashed her a brilliant grin, though, taking a moment to pull her strawberry blonde hair into a ponytail, “I just wanna pick up a little something sexy to wear under my costume tonight, it’ll just drive James up a wall.”
“Oh I wish I hadn’t asked,” she shook her head, covering her eyes with her hand temporarily as they entered the store and Sarah began to look around.
It didn’t take long for Sarah to pick out more than a dozen various bras and corsets to try on, and as she headed into the fitting room Anne was left holding her current purchases. Pulling up a chair to wait for her sister, she was grateful for the opportunity to rest her feet even if did come at a mild cost to her sore rear end.
‘After this, lunch. Definitely lunch,’ she could feel her blood sugar levels dropping and had started to get mildly irritable toward her sister; food was definitely in order.
Sarah insisted on calling her into the dressing room several times, though, wanting to know her sister’s opinion of the lingerie she’d picked out. Exasperated by the fourth trip into the dressing room, Anne finally begged off to go to the food court.
“I’ll take your stuff and get us a table near Panda Express, alright? You think you’ll be finished soon?” she asked, her head poking through the curtain into the changing room.
“Yeah, I’ll be done soon, but what do you think of this one?” she indicated the lacy red bra she’d donned, adding enthusiastically, “they’ve got a great pair of matching panties for this one. Do you think it’d look good with thigh-high stockings and red garters?”
“You’d look good in a burlap sack, Sarah,” she assured her sister, “I’m sure it’d look great with stockings and garters too. I’m about ready to bite the head off the next thing I see if I don’t eat, though; so I’ll see you at the food court, okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed, eyes already back on the mirror as she examined her cleavage again, “I’ll be there in twenty or thirty minutes.”
“Sounds great,” Anne didn’t waste any time in withdrawing swiftly from the dressing room. Gathering her sister’s current purchases together, she quickly made a beeline for the exit of the store and the food court not far beyond.
‘Why did I agree to go shopping with her on Halloween?’ she wondered idly to herself as she approached the food court. ‘By the time I get to the party tonight I’m gonna be exhausted…’ she sighed, scoping out an unoccupied table in the food court.
There were surprisingly few people present in the mall, so plenty of tables were clean and empty. It didn’t take long for Anne to grab a spot near the Panda Express and Jamba Juice outlets, and in short order she divested herself of her sister’s multitude of purchases. Opting to wait on actual food until her sister rejoined her, Anne satisfied herself with a fruit smoothie from Jamba Juice and sat back at the table to casually people watch.
Her thoughts soon drifted back to Charles, a flutter of excitement stirring in the pit of her stomach at the prospect of seeing him again that evening. He had steadfastly refused to wear a costume every year that they’d been together, but Anne didn’t mind nor did it deter her from choosing a strikingly erotic set of lingerie to wear hidden beneath her outer costume that night. A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she envisioned how he would respond to the outfit she had decided to wear. Sometimes Charles could be so delightfully... old fashioned.
‘To say the least,’ she thought, the grin spreading into a smile across her lips as she envisioned him clearly in her mind, arrayed in a silken, midnight blue shirt with black slacks and pearl inlaid cufflinks. If there was one thing Charles Donahue knew how to be, it was devastatingly handsome, and he accomplished it with remarkable ease. As a fresh faced, idealistic college student, she’d never stood a chance against his magnetism and charm; she’d succumbed to the sensual pleasures of his fingertips from their first night together and, aside from their brief period of separation, she’d continued to ever since.
***
“I trust your trip with the illustrious pea brain was a veritable cornucopia of success?” Charles’ words were casually disparaging of her sister, as usual, but his tone was rather light and warm, amused even, and Anne didn’t respond to his dig at her younger sister.
“Well I’m back in one piece, and she’s loaded with more bags than she could carry,” Anne accepted his hand and relished the warmth of his embrace as he pulled her into his arms.
They were standing in the kitchen, where she’d found Charles preparing dinner when she finally got back after 6 o’clock. As predicted, he had donned his favorite black slacks, but he still wore the plain white, cotton oxford he’d been working in, with the buttons undone at the wrists and the collar open to expose his throat. He was relaxed, his hair lightly tousled and wearing his cook’s apron while he prepared the food, and Anne was warmed by the sight of him.
“So,” he leaned down and kissed her gently, his tongue moving sensually across her lips to explore tangle with hers. Pulling away after a moment, he informed her, “I decided a light meal would be best, since your… friends, ahem,” he cleared his throat, as though he’d found the term distasteful, “have a tendency to serve all manner of purported food at their gatherings.”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” she assured him, refusing to go down the path of him resisting attending the party. “Besides,” she continued, “Jessica is in California, so she won’t be there, that’s one down. Tori and Amy are out of state too, so it’s only going to be Dawn and Rachel and some people they know. You’ve survived worse.”
“Don’t remind me,” he leaned down to silence her with another kiss, ensuring that she wouldn’t reha
sh the memories of her best friend’s wedding two years ago. What a nightmare that had been for him, but Anne had insisted on having him attend with her; he still had awful dreams about the possibility of her friends attending their wedding in all their obnoxious, ill-educated glory. Which was worse, her social circle or her family, he had yet to decide.
As it turned out, Charles had prepared a rice and vegetable dish with grilled chicken breast and sautéed salmon. Their meal was complimented by a light white wine and by a quarter after seven they had finished their food and Anne helped to clear the dishes back to the kitchen before darting off to prepare for the Halloween party with her friends.
Since she’d known for years that Charles preferred old world styles to more modern fare, she’d taken care to select a costume she was sure would amuse him. She had no idea what her friends would be wearing, but the party theme was a Venetian masque ball and she had selected a svelte, deep red gown with golden highlights and the jeweled mask of a lioness. To compliment her outfit, and exclusively for Charles’ pleasure, she’d selected a racy, lacy corselet with matching thong panties, a garter belt and thigh-high stockings to wear beneath her costume.
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