by Sadie Black
“I’m not, I guess I was just in my own world. I didn’t hear you; I was lost in my thoughts.” He guides me to the edge of the curb like he isn’t sure that I won’t just throw myself in front of the next passing bus, and holds my hand as he opens the back door of the limo.
“Must be some deep thinking if you almost got kissed by the grill of a Land Rover. You figuring out how they get the caramel in a Caramilk bar or something?”
“No smarty,” I laugh. I snuggle into him in the backseat as the driver joins the flood of traffic, “I just had a job interview and I’m not sure how it went.”
“If you aren’t more careful walking around New York, you won’t have to worry about it,” he scolds me gently. Matthew wraps his hands around my shoulders and pulls me into his rose petal lips. Our tongues meet in a tender dance and my stress evaporates.
“I think I can make you forget all about it,” he murmurs, looking at my lips, he kisses me again before I can reply. My body tells him everything that he needs to know as I arch my back, and he slides his hand up between my open legs, under my skirt and straight up to my wet thong.
His fingers slip under the edge of my panties, hovering over my pussy. I look toward the partition between us and the driver, can he see back here? “Matthew, we can’t. What about him?” I nod my head toward the front of the car.
“We have complete privacy back here,” his finger dances around my clit and I buck my hips, pushing my pussy into his hand. “You have nothing to worry about, just enjoy yourself.”
He pulls his hand back outside my underwear and licks his finger. I groan, all I care about it feeling him pressed against me, losing myself to the pleasure of his touch. To hell with the driver! I tug my skirt up as Matthew frantically unbuckles his belt. Within seconds, his cock is sprung free from it’s designer fabric prison.
I start to shuffle across the seat, so I can straddle him, and I bump my head against the ceiling. “Ouch, um, that might be a problem.”
“You think so? I can’t see why.” Matthew slides down onto the limo floor and grabs my hips with his strong hands, flipping me over. He pulls me over the edge of the backseat so I’m leaning over it with my knees on the floor and my ass in the air. I twist my hips, inviting him to touch me as I writhe in anticipation, my face and breasts pressed into the seat.
The heat of his breath is grazing against my thong as he pushes his tongue up against my mound, and I lift my legs up higher so he can tease my clit from behind me. I don’t even care that my panties are a barrier between us; his tongue urgently laps against me until I can’t take anymore. I grip the edge of the back seat as my orgasm pulses through me, making me squirm and grind back against his face.
Matthew kneels behind me and hooks my panties over to the side, finally exposing my sex. He thrusts his cock into me until his body is flat against mine, pinning me to the seat. I groan at the sensation of being filled up so completely, so quickly. Laying against my back, so I’m firmly pressed against the back seat of the limo, Matthew fucks me in short, fast strokes. My pussy squeezes around him every time he pushes all the way into me, making him grunt.
He pulls his chest up from my back and grabs my hips hard, keeping me in place as he thrusts his cock into me fast and hard. Holding me in place, he pushes deep inside my pussy and groans as he fills me with his seed and then collapses on top of me, wrapping his arms around me.
When our breathing slows, he pulls out of me, and I get my skirt pulled back down and shimmy back up onto the seat. When he joins me, he looks like he just spent hours getting ready. Not a single hair is out of place and his suit drapes perfectly from his shoulders. Matthew pulls me into him, I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, lulling me into a blissful place between sleep and wake.
Chapter 6
Four skinny white girls are standing nervously in evening gowns. The camera closes up on the one brunette’s face, she looks concerned and perhaps a little angry. The three blond women are barely distinguishable from each other.
“One of these things just doesn’t belong here, one of these things just isn’t the same.” Matthew sings the old Sesame Street song mocking the lone brunette as he walks toward his kitchen with our wine glasses.
The camera pans to Chuck Lawson, another billionaire known for his bad boy antics. A rose twirls between his finger and thumb as he clearly enjoys dragging this out. The dramatic music rises and the models hold their breath. “I choose… “ he looks intensely just past the camera, “Elizabeth.” The young blond trembles and smiles as fat tears roll down her blush covered cheeks and collects her rose.
“Ugh, I can’t believe he picked her!” I turn away from the tv in disgust.
“I can’t believe you watch this show,” Matthew laughs and fills our glasses with the last drops of the white wine.
“Awww, c’mon. It’s not that bad.” I shoot him a look.
He raises his eyebrows at me as he makes his way back across the vast condo to our uncomfortable, but stately place on the love seat. Sitting back down with me, I watch clouds roll in over his blue eyes as he sips his wine.
“These women are so shallow. They don’t care about this guy,” he points at Chuck with his dramatically furrowed brow, smoldering for the camera. “Those types of women have no scruples or self-respect. They’ll do anything for money. I mean, they’re practically prostitutes.” The sparkle extinguishes from Matthew’s blue eyes as he frowns at the nervous women, willing to do anything— to be anything— for a rose.
“Trust me, I know the type,” Matthew murmurs to the last few drops of wine clinging to the bottom of his glass. I watch as a flash of anger streaks across his face like lightning across a summer night’s sky. He shakes his head, pulling himself back from his memories, smirking at the television. “But, I can tell that guy deserves what he gets,” he laughs.
“We can turn it off now anyway,” I smile. The last thing I wanted to do is upset him with the show. It never occurred to me that it might remind him of the money-grubbing women he’s dated.
“Oh don’t stop watching the best show in the world on my account,” he quotes me and I can’t help but laugh at the statement. “Anyway, women like that don’t matter anymore. Not that they ever really did, but especially now that I have you. You’re so different from them. You’re not just beautiful, you’re kind and tough…”
“Go on,” I tease.
“I’m serious, I’ve never met anyone like you, Kendra. You’re truly one of a kind.” He leans over me and the smell of wine and his musk fill the air around us. I can’t hear the television or anything else for that matter, when he looks at me like that all I can hear is the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. His top lip grazes against mine and his breath warms my skin like the first warm day after a long winter. Without speaking a word, he shares his past pain, his sorrow and his secrets in his kiss. When he pulls back I feel like I know more about him from that one tender moment than I could learn in ten conversations.
Running his thumb down the profile of my face, he pushes his forehead against mine and sighs like he’s letting go of a burden carried for more years than he’s been alive. I want to take away his pain, to keep him in the present here with me, not fighting battles he seems to have already lost.
My heart in my throat, I kiss his neck and trail my hand down over his tight t-shirt clinging to his sculpted abs. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of myself, but then continue down until I reach his belt buckle. Matthew’s eyes are filled with surprise as I tug his belt free and unzip his jeans, burying my hand inside his open fly and wrapping it around his cock. I can feel it growing hard in my hand with each stroke and without breaking my eyes from his, I slide down off the couch onto his luxurious, white carpet and settle down comfortably onto my knees in front of him.
He tugs his pants down over his ass, his cock springs out in front of my face and I lick my lips as butterflies float around in my belly. I’ve never taken a man in my mouth before, hell up until a
couple weeks ago I hadn’t done more than kiss a guy. Porn has never been a big turn on for me either, so I haven’t even watched a lot of women going down. I understand the mechanics of giving a blow job alright, I’m just nervous that I’ll be awful at it.
I take him in my hand, wrapping my fingers around his girth and swipe my tongue over the head of his cock, breathing him in. Pushing my lips over him, I’m surprised by how wide I have to open my mouth. His cock slides over the curve of my tongue, feeling warm and full in my mouth. I glide my lips up and down over his glistening shaft, going faster as my saliva coats him.
Matthew leans back into the couch and closes his eyes, letting out a deep groan of satisfaction. Trying to take him too deep into my mouth makes my eyes water, so I keep my strokes shallow and quick until I feel his cock start to thicken. I’m feeling fairly confident that I’m doing this right when Matthew suddenly pulls his hips back from me and pulls me off of him by my shoulders.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry I’ve never done that and…” I feel so flustered, I can’t stop the words from spilling out my mouth.
“Hey, you didn’t hurt me. Trust me there’s nothing wrong, Kendra. Never apologize for your lack of experience, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I didn’t stop you because you were doing something wrong, ok? I stopped you because you’re doing it a little too well. I’m never going to last if you keep that up,” he smiles down at me, and I can’t help but smile back.
“That’s the point, isn’t it? I’m not worried, I know you’ll bounce back.” If the evenings we’re already spent together have been any indication, this will just be the first orgasm of many. “I want to do this for you,” I tell him softly. He relaxes back into the couch and I continue, this time swirling my tongue over the head of his cock every time I slide my mouth back to the tip. I feel his member twitch against my tongue and Matthew throws his head back as his seed fills my mouth.
“Kendra, that was incredible.” Matthew helps me to my feet and stands up to pull his pants back up. As soon as he has them fastened, he lifts me off the ground and tosses me over his shoulder, making me squeal.
“What are ya doing? Put me down,” I kick my feet in the air playfully.
He gives my ass a sharp smack, “I will.” He walks me down the echoing hallway to his bedroom, holding me like a firefighter rescuing a woman from a burning building.
Matthew lays me on his sprawling, four poster bed and I lean back on my elbows, smiling at his antics. Unbuttoning his shirt, he pins me to the bed with his eyes.
“Are you just gonna let me lie here like this?” I purr, “I thought you said that you like to have control in the bedroom Matthew,” I tease him.
He arches his eyebrow with the thin white scar across it at me, “Don’t tempt me, Kendra.”
“Try me,” I counter, sticking my chin out defiantly. I’m surprised by my own words; the wine must be making me brave.
Matthew swiftly crosses the floor, opening the top drawer of his walnut dresser. My breathing grows shallow and quick as he pulls out a small coil of thin, nylon rope and a blindfold. He unzips his pants, leaving them in a fabric puddle on the floor. My eyes struggle to choose a focus, darting back and forth between the rope and his stiff cock.
Dropping the accessories on the edge of the bed, he watches my reaction, amused. “Still think you’re ready?”
My mind might be a little reluctant, but my body isn’t, my hard nipples and slick pussy are begging me to give in. “I know I am.”
Matthew grabs my legs, pulling me toward him at the edge of the bed until he’s towering over me. “Take off your shirt, Kendra,” he demands.
I sit up in front of him, trying not to get distracted by his throbbing erection. His blue eyes flare with an intensity so overwhelming that I have to look away. I pretend to be preoccupied with unbuttoning my shirt to stop myself from being intimidated by yet another first for me. “This too?” I ask about my black lace bra. He answers me with a slight nod, and I toss it aside with my shirt.
“Hold your arms together in front of you, like this,” he presses my forearms against each other. I comply, offering my hands to him like a criminal surrendering to a cop. Matthew ties a simple knot around my wrist and wraps the rope around my arms, slithering it up toward my elbows like a boa constrictor. After a few more knots, he seems satisfied with his work. Testing the rope, I’m surprised by how tight he’s tied me, my forearms don’t budge.
“There’s no use in trying,” Matthew’s eyes twinkle, “the only way you’re getting out of that is when I let you out.” He places the blindfold over my eyes and secures it snug against my eyes. With my sight removed, I’m listening carefully to the quiet room, but I have no sense of where Matthew is until he pushes me backward onto the bed.
He peels my pants and underwear off so quick that I barely have time to register that I’m naked before he hovers over me, his breath teasing my hard nipples. I arch my back to meet his mouth, but he effortlessly lifts me and moves me back on the bed, climbing between my legs. Matthew grabs the ropes, roughly hauling my arms up over my head and holds them against the mattress. I writhe against his cool comforter, desperate to feel his touch.
“Please…”
“Please, what?” He sounds amused, “what do you want me to do to you, Kendra?”
I bite my lip to stop myself from begging; he’s loving this. He presses the head of his cock against my clit and a moan escapes from my lips.
“Tell me,” he insists, pulling back from me, making me cry out with disappointment and buck my hips up to meet the heat of his cock.
“Please,” I plead again, hoping it will be enough.
“Please what, Kendra?”
I sigh, “please fuck me,” I whisper to the empty air around me.
My body is suddenly covered by his. Matthew lets go of the ropes, but I hold my own hands in place over my head. His tongue circles my nipple and he presses my thighs open against the mattress, exposing my pussy for his pleasure.
“Say it again,” he growls, “I didn’t hear you.”
“Matthew, please fuck me!” I know I sound desperate. I am desperate.
He slides his cock into my tight pussy in one thrust, still holding my thighs tight to his bed. I gasp, arching my back and throwing my head back as the warmth of his cock fills me.
He fucks me slowly, under steady control and without my sight or the use of my arms I can feel every inch of his thick cock sliding into me. I want to touch him, to cling to his shoulders, to press against him. I lift my bound hands up toward him in a feeble attempt to reach him.
I expect him to push me back down, but he grabs the rope and tugs me up until I’m sitting astride him, his cock buried deep inside my mound.
“I see you need to be restrained more,” he breathes in my ear and pulls my tied forearms over his head, so they are wrapped around his neck like a frozen hug.
“Mmmm, maybe I do,” I press into him, enjoying his muscular frame against me.
Without a word, he scoops me up off the bed, and I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively. I can feel the air swishing around me as he twirls us around and walks away from the bed. My back hits up against the cold, hard wall with a light thud and his cock pushes deeper inside than I’ve ever felt before.
Blindfolded and held against the wall with my arms tied in an embrace around Matthew’s neck, I’m helpless to move. I’m surprised by how excited being this powerless makes me feel. He fucks me deep and fast, his breathing growing raspy in my ear.
My entire body tightens as the ecstasy of my orgasm rushes through me in a powerful tidal wave, flooding me with an intense pleasure I’ve never thought was possible. Matthew pushes deep inside me, a shudder running from the back of his neck down to his legs as his cock twitches inside me, filling me with his cum.
He holds me there, the only sounds I can hear is our panting and my heart thumping against his chest. The cool air mixes with the sweat on my body, making me shiver a
gainst him. Matthew pulls out of me, letting me steady my feet underneath me before pulling my arms back up over his head and removing my blindfold.
I blink at the light of the room, my eyes still sensitive from the darkness, “that was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” he smiles softly, kissing my forehead. “I love you Kendra.”
“I love you too, Matthew.”
Chapter 7
Matthew’s arm is wrapped tight around me and his body is curved against mine, our bodies making a shape on the bed that matches the smile on my lips. The evidence of our passionate night is strewn about the room, clothing haphazardly discarded, my bra hanging dangling from the back of the chair, rope snaked across the carpet.
My skin flashes with heat as I remember how intense my orgasm was against the wall. Giving up control to Matthew, letting him take my sight and the use of my hands should’ve made me feel vulnerable, but it filled me with a freedom that I’ve never experienced before. A freedom to just feel, to enjoy, to savor the moment as it was happening.
