by Zoey Marcel
When the slippery muscle swerved up to kiss her clitoris, her control snapped and she grabbed his head, coursing her fingers through his soft dark hair.
“Hands, Melanie.”
With great reluctance she let go of him. Her breaths came out ragged and harsh as he sipped her clit. He used a finger to gently push back the protective hood, exposing her swollen pearl to him. His light exhale sizzled against the tender bit of flesh, inciting a tiny whimper. His lips whispered over her clitoris, making her mewl with near insanity.
Remembering that she couldn’t speak without his permission, she pounded the bed with her fists. His tongue flicked against the nubbin, stealing the breath from her. Light licks became firm, insistent laps. She wanted to come. The intensity his tongue enforced on her bundle of nerves was almost too good to endure.
“Can I come, Sir?”
“You want to come?” His words teased her helplessness as much as his tongue worked up her pussy and denied it the release she craved.
“Please.”
“I want to come, too, but we must wait.”
She whined, smiling when he chortled. The sexy sound made her cunt ooze with want.
He ran teasing laps in a circular manner all over her tormented clit and then turned to lashing it ruthlessly with his tongue. A cry of need wrung from her throat.
An image of her screaming with madness and ramming his face into her pussy to get off made her smile inside. It was a tempting thought, but she wanted to impress him with her ability to listen. Smothering him with her greedy snatch probably wasn’t the best way to convince him of her submission.
“You may come, dolce.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
She barely got the first words out when an elated sound choked his title out at the commencement of her orgasm. Hot swells of pleasure rolled through her, lighting her up inside and causing her to shake with overwhelming delight. His heated growl and suddenly faster pace made her come even harder.
She gasped when her release passed and a hot rush of wetness pulsed from her cunt. Her sex felt feverish and slick with knowledge of his skilled mouth.
“No! Too soon.” Mellie cringed when her hand tried to push his head away before she realized what she was doing.
Diego forced her hand down and tongued her clit hard and furious. Sensations screamed all over the lust-afflicted area. She wasn’t ready for another climax. The first one had been too powerful. Certainly she was capable of plenty of orgasms, but it was nice to have a few seconds or a minute in between them.
He wouldn’t let her. He sucked on her clit, tugging the skin uncomfortably before his tongue came in and scourged her with ravishing pleasure. She sealed her mouth shut with pursed lips, trying not to scream at the less intense but still mind-blowing second climax that rode in. She writhed against Diego’s bed and his face.
The music suggested a candlelit dinner or making love, but good god, his tonguing more than insinuated something much naughtier as he shook her up inside.
He finally showed her mercy and set her legs down. Oh good, she could rest for a moment.
Or not.
He lay on the bed next to her. “I saw you peek, bad little woman.”
She instantly shut her eyes as if that would be an effective “Nu-uh.”
“You tried to push my head away when I was licking you. Do you think that is something a submissive woman should do when her Dominant wants to give her pleasure?”
“No, Sir. It’s just—”
“It’s just nothing. Unless I’m hurting you, I don’t want you trying to stop me. And if I ever am pushing you too hard, use your safe word. Don’t push me away or say no. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“You may open your eyes while I spank your cunt.”
Her pussy clenched. She opened her eyes, feeling small and hot at the authority and desire in his rich dark brown eyes. His palm glided down her body, but its seemingly harmless trek was a masquerade of innocence. His hand turned aggressive when it landed a sudden swat on her mound. Mellie flinched and mewled a little.
“I think you need to come again so you understand how important it is to me.” His face was serious, but then the devilish smile gave him away. He enjoyed torturing her with pleasure.
“You’re going to overwhelm me, Sir.”
“Good.”
He breathed a kiss onto her forehead while massaging her pussy. The tender caress became a hard slap to her mons, making her jump.
But the real suffering came when his wicked finger sank into her slit and ran an insidious line up to her pulsating clit.
“Keep your hands down. I won’t bind you until you’re more comfortable with me, but I want you to obey me without any restraints.”
“Yes, Sir.”
It was a toss-up as to which ensnared her attention more—his hand on her sex or the surreal glow of the lamp casting its decadent light over his bulging muscles and beautiful copper skin. His dark eyes had a heated quality to them, and he smelled incredible, like sandalwood and vanilla. Everything about him was perfectly male.
He alternated between cell-firing massages on her overheated twat and then jarring slaps to her cunt. In between each couple of spankings he tickled her plump clitoris into a pleading, achy mess.
“Is your mind gone, little submissive?”
She grinned on a breath. “Completely, Sir.”
“You’ve been a good girl tonight remembering to call me that for the most part. As reward I will let you beg me for another orgasm.”
Her stomach somersaulted with yearning, and her hands trembled with a level of euphoria that felt almost akin to possession. She wanted more, but how could she stand it? One climax would have been fine, but with each one he kept tearing down her barriers and obliterating her inhibitions.
She was already open and vulnerable with three of the four O’Neil brothers. She couldn’t be like that with another man for as much as she wanted to. Diego was darker than the three O’Neils she’d slept with. She didn’t even know how deeply he delved into BDSM, only that he would respect her limits.
For now that was enough, but the overwhelming sensations flaring up all over her pelvic region were too much. Every touch triggered the impulsive urge to come hard all over his expert fingers. She felt the climax creeping slowly over her, but he seemed to know just when to move his hand to keep from getting her off. Heck, even the way he spanked her between her legs was starting to feel really good.
“You’re evil, Sir.”
Diego grinned. “So I’ve been told. If you don’t beg me, Melanie, I’m going to keep torturing this sweet little pussy. Is that what you want—to be spanked all night between your legs and forbidden to come?”
Mellie moaned. The thought sounded as much like heaven as it did hell. She took a gulp of air before answering him. “Please, may I come, Sir?”
“That doesn’t sound like begging.”
Had it been Emmett she likely would have uttered something sardonic to incur a spanking, but she still felt a little timid with Diego and didn’t think sassing him was a good idea.
“Please, Sir, with cherries and sprinkles.”
He smiled and brought the flat of his hand down swiftly on her mons. “That still isn’t begging, dolce. Pleading implies desperation and helplessness. You aren’t quite there yet, but you will be.”
She shivered and his eyes got darker, hotter when he saw it. More carnal torment followed. He rubbed her provocatively between her legs and spanked her pussy until it burned with pinkness from his slaps and ached with the need to be filled.
His hard cock lying against her side that she was forbidden to touch made her even crazier for him. The sporadic way he massaged her bloated clit and rolled it lightly between his fingers sent heat bolts shooting through her body.
Her mouth got dry from panting and fighting the abandon trying to entice her body to the dark side. She met his scorching gaze with pleading eyes.
; “Are you desperate yet, my little Melanie?”
She swallowed, desperate for water, release, his erection—everything just beyond her reach at the moment.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You may beg me for release.”
It sounded so arrogant, but tempered in that hypnotic accent and the scalding hush it ratcheted her yearning higher.
“Please, Sir. I need to come.”
“Will you fight me when I seek to get you off in the future?”
He married the question with a firm spank on the apex of her thighs. She winced and bit back a yip.
“No, Sir.”
“Who do your orgasms belong to, little submissive?”
The question set her blood on fire until she felt like she was burning alive from the inside out.
“You.” She forgot his title and damn him, he denied her until she said it. “Sir.”
He smiled with approval, but his eyes remained hedonistic. “You may come now.”
The floodgates opened and she couldn’t stop coming and crying out as rapture bombarded her in sharp, vicious strikes she was too weak to conquer. When it passed she was a panting, writhing pile of limpness. She silently implored him not to make her come again. It felt too strong, too good.
Diego smoothed his hand over her hair as he looked down at her and leaned in. He covered her mouth with his and drew her tongue into the steamy recesses of his mouth to play with his. The slow, indulgent kiss was molten and intimate.
He put his hands on her and wrapped her arms around him. Her heart rate picked up with excitement when she realized it was okay to touch him now. They made out slowly with their legs entwined as the saxophone serenaded them with its tragic sound.
Melanie ran her hands all over his chiseled abs and strong back. She moaned when he pulled her closer so their genitals touched. The light compression was torrid and sublime. She broke the kiss and choked on a gasp when his finger dipped into the divide between her buttocks and wiggled its way downward. It felt so personal and random to have someone just decide that it was time to play in her ass crack.
“Shh,” he lulled. “Who does this asshole belong to?”
Goodness, he was as blunt as Emmett.
“It belongs to you, Sir,” she replied in a coy whisper.
“Let me have what is mine,” Diego whispered back, lips moving toward hers.
A feeble sound fled from her lips and died on his when he slowly speared his finger up her ass. A slight edge of discomfort ensued followed by forbidden pleasure. It felt so sinful and good to have something shoved up inside a place it wasn’t supposed to be.
He deepened the kiss as his finger sank deeper into her ass, sliding into her rectum. She felt dizzy and warm when he detached his mouth from hers and pulled his finger out of her hole. Her anus felt so vacant without his filling digit spreading her open.
He took her hand in his and then squirted lube onto her fingers. He guided her hand behind him, encouraging her without words to advance. She pushed a finger into his ass, relishing his heady groan.
He lubed his own fingers and then sent two of them up into her butthole. His mouth captured hers again and this time Melanie felt her inhibitions melt away. They made out with slow, tender kisses while lightly grinding their groins against each other and fingering the other person’s asshole.
Having her finger up a man’s ass was new territory for her, but she found she liked it. The dark heat of his tight hole gripping her, his heated moans, and the way his finger mirrored her own in her snug anus—it all thrilled her.
When Diego was ready the butt play ceased and they withdrew their fingers. Both sat up when he grabbed the anal dildo from off the nightstand.
“Is that a new toy?” she asked. Hopefully he wouldn’t catch the concern in her tone.
His disappointed glance said he had. “I wouldn’t use a toy on you that had been in someone else’s body, Melanie.”
A faint shadow of guilt crept in before common sense dismissed it. No harm in asking. If they had been together for ages and she asked him that she could understand his disappointment in the question. Still, he must really value her trust if her lack of it in him did that to him.
“I meant no disrespect, Sir.”
“I understand.” He lay on his back and inserted one end of the dildo into his butt. “Mount me and put the other end inside of you.”
Apparently it was a c-shaped, double-ended dildo and quite long. What kinky fun. The toy was pliable and the purple shade reminded her of the color of artificial grape-flavored candy and beverages.
Ah crap, he wants me to be on top. Maybe after a few times, but not on our first night alone together. What the heck am I supposed to look at while I’m riding him?
Mellie straddled him and rolled the condom he handed her onto his erect penis. She gradually impaled herself on the broad length of his prick, dragging moans of enjoyment from them both. Grasping the ass play toy, she prodded her crinkled hole with it. Either the dildo was strangely bashful or her booty was. With a little coaxing pressure they decided they were in love and the toy popped into her bottom.
She whimpered against the fullness stretching her front and back as she leaned over Diego on all fours. Maybe he would let her bury her face in his neck while riding him so she didn’t have to look him in the eye while being on top. It would be too personal and leave her feeling too vulnerable this time.
“You feel good, my little Melanie,” he groaned.
“So do you.”
He smoothed his hand over her back in a soothing caress. “Ride me, dolce.”
Easing her body into an upward position, she tried not to meet his enthralling gaze. She started to ride him with a steady up and down rhythm.
He angled her chin so their eyes locked. She offered him a shy smile, but gazing at him while having sex with him in this position made her feel naked and defenseless against his invasive stare.
“Why so timid, little submissive?” he asked in an almost caring hush.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I just don’t know where to look when I’m on top.”
“You were fine looking into my eyes while we were lying side by side, and also with the O’Neils when they were on top of you.”
She shrugged, averting her eyes. “I don’t know, Sir. It’s just awkward this way.”
His creeping smile that she caught from the corner of her eye brought her attention back to him.
“You don’t like woman on top because you don’t like to be in control of a man. You prefer him on top because it makes you feel dominated.”
He read her so well. How was that possible when he hadn’t spent nearly as much time with her as the O’Neils had, save for Greyson?
Diego seemed pleased by his discovery, particularly when she nodded. “I prefer it that way, too, but tonight I want you in this position with a dildo shoved up that pretty ass. Will you do that for me, Melanie?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I can promise you that I am still very much in control even with you on top of me.” He rubbed her clit to prove his point. Not once had he left the poor thing alone tonight it seemed like. God bless him and his wonderful fingers.
Mellie gave him a happy sound and nudged lightly into his engaging digits as she rode his hard cock and the extra bendy dildo. The double penetration felt almost as good as having two real dicks inside her, but not quite.
To some extent she liked the level of control she had in this position at least. Diego was partly in control of some of the thrusts, but she maneuvered the dildo to the depth of her liking. It wasn’t like when someone went bonsai in her ass. She wasn’t naming names or anything, but Emmett’s face immediately came to mind. God, he was hung and an animal.
Diego’s penis looked and felt even longer.
For only having the toy phallus inside her bottom, it was quite filling. His addicting sounds and the manic pumping of his hips told her he savored each sensation of the toy and their joined bodies as mu
ch as she did.
She gazed into his eyes like he wanted her to, finding boldness in the sight of him being overtaken with instinctive urges. Her hands roamed over his body and she leaned over him. To her surprise it wasn’t shelter from his torrid stare that she sought. It was another mouthwatering kiss. He gave it to her and didn’t disappoint her when their mouths united.
She worked him faster and had to mew at the pleasure-pain of the flexible dildo stabbing her in the ass. Diego grunted and winced when it got all jab-happy in his ass, too.
He tilted her hips back and she sat up on him again. It was easier to look into his eyes now. They were both losing it, seeking refuge in the other person’s eyes. She felt empowered by his desperation as she brought him closer to the fringe of abandon.
Just when she found her strength and sense of power, he stole control from her by touching her clitoris. Within seconds she was going over. He grunted with strained resistance when her spasms sucked his cock. He’d kept his promise and didn’t let her have control even while on top of him. It was intoxicating to be overthrown from her throne of control and humbled by a stronger partner who reminded her of her place.
He didn’t come until her release passed and all that remained of it shimmered inside her like rays of light glittering on the surface of a lake. She quivered with the lingering high that faded into chills and then heat.
Watching his face contort with rapture as he came hard sent the sense of pride creeping back in. Evidently the toy crammed up his bum added to his bliss if his strangled cry was anything to go by.
Once again he drove the faux position of dominance from her by grabbing her hips and forcing her harder and deeper onto his erection. His savage thrusts sent the mindless dildo jabbing deep into her bowels and made her sob at the intense pleasure-pain that ripped through her.
He lay there trying to catch his breath, and she felt him pull the dong out of his rear. Before she could take the other end out of her butt, he pulled her forward against his chest and started to piston the phallus into her asshole. A mangled wail darted from her at the sharp stabs into her backside.
“I told you I would always have control over you, little submissive,” he whispered into her ear, giving her shivers.
