by Alexis Angel
I swallow hard. I really think I would.
My entire body shivers as I imagine what he could do to me while I’m bound, splayed before him, powerless to anything but pleasure.
I nod, and one word is all he needs to hear. “Yes.”
Colt
I can’t get her into my hotel suite fast enough. This firecracker is making me crazy. I already came down her throat once tonight. It wasn’t enough.
I need to be inside her. I need her spread before me. Bound. Submitting to me. Offering it all up for me to devour and ravage and take.
Cydney turns to me when we enter my room, her eyes curious. Wondering what I’m going to do. I hinted at it earlier.
“Lasso?” she says, a tease in her voice.
I shake my head and chuckle. She’s a wild one. No inhibitions at all.
I stalk slowly toward her as if she’s my prey, my eyes narrowing on her as I circle behind her, running my hand down her shoulder to her chest, lightly running over her tits and coming to rest with fingers splayed on her stomach.
Yanking her back against me, pushing her into my hard cock, I whisper against the skin of her neck while I hold her close. “Have you ever been tied up before? Helpless? On display for a man to look and tease and touch and fuck?”
I feel the shudder race through her. Hear the pace of her breathing pick up. Sense the desire curling around us.
“No,” she breathes.
“Is that what you want, Cydney? What you really want?”
She tilts her head back to look at me, no hesitation in her eyes. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” I smile.
Without warning, I spin her around, trapping her hands behind her, holding her tight. I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her deep and hard and greedy.
She kisses me right back, just as much want and need radiating from her body.
“Get on the bed.” It’s a command, and she does as I say despite her fiery little personality.
Going to the closet, I find the silky scarves I keep. Walking slowly back toward her, I trail the gauzy fabric over her exposed neck, teasing.
She sighs. “No ropes?”
I smile. “Doesn’t look like you’re complaining.” Not at all. She looks like she is very much enjoying the feel of the silk on her skin.
Her eyes lock with mine. “I don’t know what to expect.”
In that second, I almost rip her clothes off and take her just like she is, tease and torment be damned. Because she’s so fucking vulnerable right now. But also so trusting. Letting me do what I want. Giving herself and her pleasure over to me as if she trusts completely that I’ll only take care of her. And I will.
I toss the scarves onto the pillows, then crawl over her on the bed, my hands finding their way under her shirt, fingers brushing against her soft skin. Light as a feather. She lifts her arms, and I remove her shirt, my eyes raking over her perfect tits. So full and round. Leaning down, I bury my face between them.
I cup them through her bra, thinking I’ll take my time, but as I flick her nipples beneath the lacy fabric, she arches and moans against my palms, and I need to see them. I unclasp her bra and toss it aside.
She reaches for me, her hands trying to remove my shirt, and I smirk, catching her wrists. “Not the way this is going to work.”
Her brow wrinkles in confusion. Grabbing her hips, I lift her higher on the bed until her head and shoulders are cushioned by piles of plush pillows. Then I take one hand and press a kiss to the palm, grabbing one of the scarves.
“Look all you want, baby. But no touching. I’m the one in control tonight. You surrender to me. Let me take care of you. Can you do that?”
I watch for any sign of hesitation. But all I see is excitement and lust. “Yes,” she says again, and my smirk returns. This girl. So willing to do anything I want. I fucking love it.
I tie her up, binding her wrist to the headboard, then repeat the action on the other side. I give the scarves a tug, testing their strength. When I’m satisfied, I look back at her.
“All you have to say is stop. At any time. Got it?”
She nods. “Got it.”
I take a minute to just look at her, my cock going so hard at the vision laid out before me. Shedding my clothes, I take my length in my fist, pumping up and down while she watches, her mouth a perfect round O.
“You like what you see?”
She nods. “I want another taste.”
Fuck. I grip my shaft harder. I want to feel that hot mouth again too. Almost as much as I want to feel her pussy wrapped around me.
Climbing back on the bed, I peel her jeans down, taking her panties with them, and then she’s completely naked. Her pussy glistens with her arousal, and I dip my finger in.
Cydney wiggles, her hips bucking as I add another finger, sliding in and out of her while I continue to stroke myself with my other hand.
She gasps in breathy little pants that are so fucking sexy I don’t know what to do with myself. I just want to hear that sound all night long.
Her eyes go dark, her wrists pulling against the scarves that bind her, and I can tell she loves it. Loves being at my mercy. I continue to pump into her, bringing her higher and higher, then just as she starts to tip over the edge, I withdraw my fingers.
She grunts in frustration. “What are you doing? I need to cum. So close.”
I shake my head. “You’ll cum when I tell you to.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn’t argue. Doesn’t resist.
Perfect. She is totally perfect.
“How about that taste?” I ask, crawling up over her until I have a knee on either side of her ribcage, my cock bouncing over her tits.
She licks her lips and nods.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Making me crazy.
I grab her tits, shoving them together, then thrust my cock between them over and over, groaning at the ecstasy of it all. When I look down, her mouth is open, waiting. So I thrust harder, the head of my dick hitting her tongue as I continue to fuck her tits.
Moaning, hips bucking, she looks up at me. “Please,” she says. “Touch me.”
I take a hand behind me and stroke it over her pussy while she continues to lap at me. And she’s so close. So wet. So desperate to cum.
I move my hand away again, teasing her. She pulls at the scarves, frustrated. “I need to touch you,” she pants. “To touch myself.”
“Why?”
“I need to cum,” she begs.
I lean down, my words a whisper against her lips before I claim her mouth in a kiss. “When I’m finally inside you, you’re going to cum harder than you can possibly imagine.”
More moaning. I smile. She has no idea just how much this delayed gratification will be worth it. I continue to tease her, bringing her close over and over with my hands, my mouth, everything but my cock. I touch her everywhere, loving how she responds to me. As if her entire body is consumed with pleasure that I’m providing.
But when she looks at me again and whispers, “Need you inside me,” I can’t wait any longer. I grab a condom and roll it on before pressing another kiss to her swollen lips.
“I’m going to give you everything you need now, baby.” And I wonder if maybe this perfect girl is everything I’ve ever needed.
Cydney
I’m bound. Trapped. Tied up to his bed with zero control over what happens next.
Yet I feel totally free.
Exposed and spread before him, I’m totally at his mercy. And I know he’s going to take care of me. He’s going to give me everything I need.
Even though he’s drawn it out, made me desperate with need, not letting me cum time after time, I know it’s going to be worth it when he finally gives me what I want.
Spreading my legs, Colt crawls up between them, teasing my slit with the head of his massive cock. I moan. “Please.”
But he doesn’t give me what I want. Not yet. He continues to tease me, rubbing himself along my opening, occasionally dipp
ing the tip inside, just an inch.
When he has me a desperate, writhing mess, he finally gives me what I’ve been craving all night. He looks at me, his eyes going dark as his gaze rakes over my bound body.
“I’m going to make you cum so hard, baby.”
I meet his eyes. “Then what are you waiting for?” I may be tied to his bed, but I know what I want, and I’m not afraid to ask for it.
He grins and leans down to nip at my lips. Then before I know what’s hit me, he’s slamming into me, his huge cock filling me up, as deep as he can get.
I cry out with the shock and searing pleasure that rockets through my body.
Colt lets out a sharp breath, lowering his forehead to mine. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight, so wet.” He groans as he slowly pulls out, the friction of his cock dragging along my inner walls causing me to shudder. I immediately miss the feel of him inside me and buck my hips again. He answers me with another hard stroke, bottoming out again.
I whimper. “More, Colt. I need more.” It’s a million times better than anything I’ve ever felt. Lying there in complete surrender to him as he fucks me, totally at his mercy sparks something in me I never expected. Just letting go and letting him take care of me, give me everything I need, satisfies some deep need I didn’t even know I had.
And as he thrusts into me again and again, hard and fast, I feel the familiar sensations of another cresting orgasm.
“More,” I cry out, my eyes still locked on his. “Harder.” I can’t get enough of him. He’s already driving into me with such force that our skin is slapping together, our breath coming out in strangles gasps. But he still picks up the pace even more, forcing his way inside me over and over until I feel like I’m about to explode.
His grunts and groans are so fucking sexy that they only heighten my arousal, knowing it’s me giving him this pleasure. I’m the one bringing him to the edge.
“I don’t know how much longer I can last, baby,” he growls. “You’re just so fucking tight. It feels so amazing. So perfect.”
His words send me careening over the edge unexpectedly, my body convulsing, my pussy clamping down on his cock as he slams into me harder. Over and over, I pulse around him, crying out his name as I cum harder than I ever have before.
Then I feel him swell up even more inside of me, and he groans again and harshly bites out, “Fuck. Oh, Cydney. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as he cums in my pussy, his face contorted in a mask of pure pleasure.
The knowledge that I’ve brought him to this edge sends me on yet another orgasmic wave as the first one has barely passed.
We collapse in a sweaty heap, my hands still suspended above me. When he catches his breath, Colt lifts up to untie me. Carefully. Gently. Totally opposite from the rough way he just used my body for both of our pleasure. It’s a contradiction that is somehow sweet.
When my hands are free, I wrap them around him, running them all over his body that I was denied the chance to touch earlier. I want to touch everywhere. Feel everything.
They trail along his strong shoulders, his broad chest, his chiseled abs, finally resting on his thick cock that is still hard. For me.
I wrap my hands around it and squeeze, pulling a groan from him.
He quirks a brow at me. “Not satisfied yet? You trying to kill me, woman?”
I laugh. “Oh, I’m plenty satisfied. For now. It’s just my turn to touch you now.”
He flips me over until I’m straddling him, his cock nestled in between my legs and I rock against him as I continue to explore his body with my hands. I lower my head to his chest, needing to taste him again.
I feel his dick twitch beneath me and raise my eyebrows. “Ready to go again so soon?”
He smiles. “You owe me a ride.”
I smirk. “If you’re lucky.”
But as I raise up and then lower myself back down onto his cock, I feel like I might be the one that’s lucky. This has been a night I’ll never forget.
“Stay here with me,” Colt says. “As long as I’m in town. Stay. I need more of you.”
The words are everything I need to hear. Because that’s exactly what I want too. What I need.
I ride him, just like I promised I would, knowing for sure that I’m the lucky one now. And I say the one word that has been my answer to everything with him. The only word I know how to say to him.
“Yes.”
Dominic & Poppy
Dominic
The woody smell of the whiskey in my glass relaxes me a little more as I settle back in the velvet booth, my eyes barely noticing the stripper onstage. My nerves have been on edge all day. Work is getting to me, and so is my ex-girlfriend Stacy.
She came by my office again today, knowing I wouldn’t toss her out on her ass as rudely as I would have if she’d come to my apartment. She just doesn’t get it. Doesn’t understand why she never made me happy.
It’s not just Stacy. It’s everyone. Every woman I’ve ever been with. None of them are enough. They can’t be.
They aren’t her.
I grit my teeth, my hand clenching around my glass so tightly I wonder if it might shatter.
Taking a calming breath, I try to put her out of my mind. Not an easy feat. No matter what I do, no matter how many women or drinks I try to bury her memory with, she’s always there, just under the surface.
Tempting me. Taunting me. Tormenting me.
The lights on the stage in front of me dim as the naked girl on the pole finishes her act. The music changes as the next girl comes on, slower and more seductive than the driving beat the last girl stripped to. This girl’s body is barely visible in the shadows.
I glance away, not really interested, and knock back the rest of my drink. I tilt my chin at the waitress passing by and lift my glass, indicating I want another.
I stare into the empty glass, trying to push away the thoughts of her that refuse to die. Knowing it’s useless.
Sighing, I rest my head back against the velvet booth, watching through lidded eyes as the girl onstage begins to move in the shadows as the music swells. The spotlight flicks on, bathing the stage in hazy pink light.
And the air punches from my lungs. Emptying them completely.
The world around me spins out of control. My throat tightens. My chest contracts.
And my dick is hard as a rock.
The woman onstage looks out at the audience, a look of straight up sex on her face. Her full tits and rounded ass are on full display in barely-there black lace as she wraps herself around the pole.
Fucking hell.
It’s her.
Poppy.
The one woman I’ve always wanted and can never have.
It takes everything in me to stay in my seat, and even then I’m still not sure I can maintain that control. Especially if she really thinks she’s going to take off what little clothing she has on in front of all these other people.
Mine.
Even though she’s not. Even though she never can be. But that’s how I think of her. I want to rip her off that stage and cover her with a blanket so no one can see the delicious curves that are driving me to the brink of insanity at this very moment.
The beat of the music picks up, the sultry chords assaulting my ears, my eyes transfixed as Poppy’s long blonde hair shifts and swirls around her as she gyrates on that pole.
God, I’d give anything for that to be my cock right now. My entire life—from the time I was fourteen—I’ve fantasized about what is happening right in front of me. I’m torn between a desperate need to get the fuck out of there and stay right where I am, watching as she reaches between her full tits and unclasps the bra that she’s spilling out of. Because I don’t know if I can handle seeing this.
I don’t know if I can resist the temptation to sin if I see what’s underneath that lace.
But I don’t move. I sit there as she lets the bra fall down her arms then tosses it away.
Fuck.
So fucking perfect
. Full tits with dusky pink nipples standing at attention, puckered and begging for my mouth.
She reaches up to touch them, pinching them between her fingers, and I’m done.
I lose it. I come completely unhinged.
Mine.
The one word is all that’s echoing through my head. All I can focus on as I propel myself out of the booth and toward the stairs that lead backstage.
I push past the bouncer, not giving a damn that he’s fucking intimidating.
My purpose is set, and nothing will stop me until I get to her.
Poppy.
My stepsister.
Poppy
One minute I’m doing my job, trying hard to hide in the recesses of my mind, to not be an active participant in what I’m doing. Stripping.
The next minute I’m gasping as I’m ripped from the stage in nothing but my panties. If they can even be called that.
My eyes go wide in terror. I don’t know who has me or what they’re doing, but all I do is search desperately for the security guard somewhere in the darkness of the room.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” a voice growls against my ear.
I suck in a sharp breath as my body goes limp, every bit of strength leaving me as I slump against the hard chest I’m trapped against.
No. It can’t be him. But even though it’s been three years since I’ve seen him, I’d know that voice anywhere. It haunts my dreams every night.
“Dominic?” I don’t even recognize my voice, the breathy, needy sound that rips from my chest as he pulls me backstage and whirls me around, pushing my back up against a wall in the dark shadows behind the curtains.
“I said what the fuck are you doing?” His voice is hard. Nearly as hard as the icy expression in his blue eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. I nearly do.
Until they drop from my face to take in my body, my tits that are inches from his chest.
“Oh god,” I whisper, my hands coming up instinctively to cover them.
