by Marlee Wray
The girl’s body writhed, and Laci could see Eric’s long erection. This was foreplay.
Laci was torn between a thousand urges: one to run away, one to pound on the door to interrupt them, one to stand and watch, one to beg him to let her swap places with the girl, and finally, one to go home and paint him yet again, but this time with another woman beneath him.
Crickets chirped and water lapped against the stout sea wall. She stood where she was for what felt like an eternity. He had such a great, strong body. His arm muscles flexed as he punished the girl’s exposed backside. Was she wet? Was she ready for him? Laci would have been.
When he was ready to fuck her, the girl would be helpless to do anything but take him. That made Laci’s pussy clench and her nipples tighten. What would that feel like? She’d been restrained a lot of times, but not while blindfolded and gagged with her feet dangling.
Finally Eric stopped to admire his work. He ran a hand over the girl’s red ass then stroked himself slowly.
Laci knew she should go. She had no right to interrupt or to watch, but she couldn’t make herself leave.
Eric turned, his body gorgeous with all those lean sculpted muscles, and he walked to an end table. He lifted a glass of water to his mouth, but he stilled when he locked eyes with Laci.
Laci did nothing but stare at him for several moments. Then she finally turned and walked away.
Chapter Fifteen
It took two days for Laci to return to his place after silently interrupting his scene.
Eric sat on the deck in an Adirondack chair drinking a beer when she emerged from the woods on the foot path. She wore a bronze and black mini-dress and a silver chain-link ankle bracelet, but no shoes. Her fingers were bare of the rings. He looked at her over the neck of the bottle as she ascended the deck steps.
She was so fucking gorgeous she made him ache.
She popped up to sit on the wood rail, bare legs dangling, skirt rising high on her slim thighs. His eyes immediately locked onto the edge of the skirt and below, trying to see what color panties she wore, but her closed knees blocked his view. His gaze drifted to the dress’s neckline, which wasn’t as low as he wanted it to be, then to her face.
“Are you alone?” she asked.
“Not anymore. What can I do for you, Laci?” he said, forcing his tone to remain casual.
What Laci really deserved was to be punished, and that’s what Eric wanted to do to her. That and more because she’d completely derailed his evening with his out-of-town guest by showing up on his deck two nights earlier. He’d fingered the girl into having an orgasm, but he couldn’t bring himself to fuck her hard and deep the way she’d wanted and deserved. Not after he’d seen Laci, the girl he really wanted, looking at him like she was finally interested in more than conversation.
“I’d like some money to go shopping in San Francisco.”
“How much do you want?”
“Three thousand?”
He nodded. “It’ll be in your account tomorrow.”
She sat quietly for a few moments, glancing around at the water and the woods. “It’s pretty out here.”
“Yes.”
“Who was the woman with the red hair?”
“Just someone I met.”
“Will she be back?”
No, he thought. She was just a tourist, not really into what we’re into. Also, she sensed I really want someone else’s body draped over that couch for flogging and fucking. “What’s it to you?”
“I’ve been a little off kilter, and I missed you. It would be better for me if you were there, back in the house.”
“You’ve been fine.”
“According to?”
“Everyone.”
She nodded. “I still miss you.”
“I was a good roommate, huh?” he said, taking another swig from the bottle. He was making her uncomfortable. He meant to. They were done going around in a pointless platonic circle.
“Half a dozen men offered to take you in hand,” he said. “If you want company, you can take your pick or rotate houses, a week here and a week there. They’ll be happy to spank you when you need it and to give you advice. Their wives can keep you company on shopping trips and spa days. The rest of the time you’ll paint.”
“That’s not how I want things to be.”
“I’m not coming back to Colin’s house to look after his wife.”
“It doesn’t have to be the way it was. We can try something different.”
That sounded promising, so did the fact that she’d come looking for him twice. “Show me.”
She swallowed, and her swinging legs stilled. “What do you want me to do?” she whispered.
He stood and walked into his house. She rose and came to the screen door.
“Eric?” she said, standing just outside. “Am I supposed to follow you in?”
“That depends on how you want to spend the rest of the night.”
She opened the door, stepped inside, and pulled it closed behind her. “I want to spend it with you.”
“Come here and prove it.”
She crossed the distance to him and slid her arms around his neck. She rose onto her toes, pressing her body against his and ran her tongue between the seam of his lips. Then she kissed him, and he was hard enough to snap in half. He grabbed her ass and pulled her against him even harder.
He’d waited such a long time for her to kiss him. But it was nowhere near enough. One of his hands yanked the back of her dress up, and the other slid into her panties, cupping her from behind, the tips of his fingers dipping into liquid heat. She sucked in a breath.
“Wait,” she said.
“No,” he said, chasing her mouth and kissing her as he pinched her ass.
“Ow,” she mumbled against his lips. “Please… will you spank me first?”
Now that he would do.
He lifted her off the floor and carried her to the closest chair. In an instant she was face down over his lap. He jerked her panties down and spanked her as hard as he had in the clubhouse library. After a dozen, she was crying and trying to escape. He paused, kneading her swollen cheeks and then stroking her pussy. He rubbed two fingers against her clit until she spread her knees and pumped her hips up and down. He pulled his hand back and delivered a fresh series of searing blows to her flaming bottom. She struggled and begged him to stop.
He toyed with her, teasing her clit, then sliding his finger back to swirl around her asshole. She kept her knees spread, giving him access. He dipped a fingertip inside, and she circled her hips. The hunger inside him roared.
* * *
Laci wanted more of everything. Deeper penetration, to feel her body stretch around him, and for him to be inside her any way he wanted. The next round of spanks was almost too intense. She grabbed his thigh and pushed backward off his lap, so she was on her knees on the floor on his right side.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.
She kissed the back of his hand, licked his palm, and sucked on his fingertips, looking up at him through tear-dotted lashes. “Please? I’m so ready, Sir. I really need you inside me.” She kissed his forearm and tugged on it. “Please, I promise I’ll never rush you again. Just this once, I swear.” She kissed his bicep and rose up, pulling her dress up and over her head and unhooking her bra. She let it fall from her shoulders. Then he was on the floor with her.
He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, lowering her so fast she thought she’d slam into the wood floor, but he stopped her descent just before impact and let her drop gently that last bit. Her heart pounded from the sudden spike of adrenaline, which only seemed to make everything throb more. She tried to raise her hips because her butt against the wood floor was painful.
He jerked her panties the rest of the way off and unzipped and shoved his jeans and briefs down with one motion.
“Pull your knees up,” he ordered. He rubbed the smooth head of his cock along her slick sex, then pushed insi
de.
“Oh, God,” she said, throwing her head back. He was barely in, and there was a sharp pinching pain.
He grabbed her hips and held her in place as he drove all the way inside.
She cried out, then panted through the pain, clutching his taut forearms. “Please, Eric, wait, just please.” She was so wet and ready for him, how had it hurt?
The burning eased, leaving her with a feeling of being desperately stretched. She bit her lip. “That’s really good now.” She let go of his arm and looked up at his face, which was a mask of concentration. “Do whatever you want. Please, I want you to.”
He pulled out, and she cried, “No, no! Why?”
“Get up, Lace. C’mon,” he said, pulling her up. “I’m going to fuck you way too long for us to be on a hardwood floor.”
His grip on her wrist was tight as he tugged her along with him. Then he swept her up and tossed her on the bed. She landed with a thump and winced.
“Ow, I’m—” She tried to roll off her backside, but he grabbed her legs and pulled her down to him. He knelt between her legs, spread her open with his left hand and guided his cock in with his right. He drove all the way inside her.
Her back bowed, making her punished cheeks press into the bed. The sensations were so raw.
“You’re so tight. God, that feels amazing. You’re pulsating around me without even coming.” He withdrew and then thrust forward, groaning.
She drew her legs up, so he could slide into her as deeply as possible. She hissed out a breath. It was almost too much. She hooked one leg around him, letting her heel rest on his low back.
His grip on her hips was tight, pinning her in place as he increased the violence of his strokes.
“What should I do to make it better for you?” she whispered, trying to raise her hips to meet him.
“It doesn’t get better. Don’t move. Just let me take what I want.”
He was big and rough and drove so deep inside her that she could feel the aftershocks all the way to her belly button and ribs. And her buttocks felt like they were being punished all over again.
He didn’t stop her from moving unless she tried to ease away from him.
She dipped her fingers down and troubled her clit. The sensations from her sore ass being pushed into the mattress and of him plunging deep inside connected to the spiraling sensation she got from rubbing herself.
When she came, she pulled him along with her. He pistoned into her, cursing and then clenching his teeth. She let her hand rest on her lower belly and watched him. When he came, he was more gorgeous than any guy she’d ever been with.
He lowered himself, resting his weight on her, and slid an arm under her back. He moved his leg so hers wouldn’t get trapped under him when he rolled onto his back, taking her along.
“That felt so good,” she whispered.
“Yeah. A long time coming. And worth the wait.”
Chapter Sixteen
Eric sat in a chair, drinking coffee and watching Laci sleep. The sun had just risen and shafts of pink and gold crisscrossed the room, gilding her ivory skin. She was on her belly, her pert upturned ass smattered with bruises, her wrists in cuffs.
She came awake slowly. “Eric?” she murmured.
“I’m here,” he said.
She tried to move, but there was no slack in the chains, her arms spread in a V.
“Did you restrain me?” she asked, lifting her head to look at the cuffs like she’d never seen a pair before.
“No, must’ve been kinky elves.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing. Yeah, Lace, I chained you down.”
“Why?” she asked with wide eyes.
His cock loved that innocent look. But to be fair, it loved every one of her looks.
“So you couldn’t get away.”
She gave him a small smile through strands of dark hair. “I was sleeping.”
“I know, but that last time I made love to you, you told me several times how sore you were.”
“Sure, but I wouldn’t have left.” She tested the chains again. “Hey, Eric, can you uncuff me?”
He knew she probably had to pee. He contemplated making her hold it while he did things to her, to see how she managed the discomfort, but he didn’t want to risk her getting a bladder infection. He set the coffee cup aside and released her. “Come straight back from the bathroom. Putting on clothes will result in punishment.”
“It’s cold.”
“It won’t be for long.”
“I don’t know what you have in mind, but the kitty is too swollen and sore to take on that tree trunk that tries to pass itself off as your erection.”
“I appreciate the compliment, but tree trunk? Come on,” he said with a smile. “I just need to break you in. A few hundred more times this month should do it.”
She flipped him off. He laughed.
He drank his coffee, unable to stop smiling. He’d wanted this girl for so long it was hard to believe she’d spent the night in his bed with his hard cock pounding into her for the better part of three hours.
He heard the flush and then the faucet run and stop, but she didn’t reappear. He glanced at the door, contemplating. No, she wasn’t going anywhere. She was naked. Also, the window was block glass. She couldn’t leave the house that way.
“Oh, my God! Look what you did,” she exclaimed.
“What?”
“I have so many bruises!”
“Come show me,” he said mildly.
She pulled the door open and gave him a stern look. “Eric,” she said, shaking her head.
“You liked it last night. I think the words you used were ‘please spank me first.’”
“I didn’t mean for you to spank me that hard. Also, I have fingerprint bruises on my hips and thighs. You have a vise grip.”
“That makes two of us.”
It took her a moment to get it, then she said, “Oh, my God. You are so much cruder than I thought. You seem so straight-laced.”
He smiled. “The girl draped over the couch with the blindfold, bound wrists, and ball gag didn’t do anything to dispel that impression, huh?”
“Oh, she made an impression all right,” she said sourly.
He rolled his eyes. “I’d never have looked at her twice if you’d let me have you sooner.”
“Was she good in bed?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Because you only had sex with her on the couch?”
“Because I didn’t have sex with her.”
Laci paused. “She must have been disappointed.”
“She was,” he said, studying her. His last answer seemed to satisfy her. He wasn’t sorry that Laci was jealous. He wanted them to be in an exclusive relationship. Her jealousy meant that’s what she wanted too.
“I can’t see the bruises on your thighs from here,” he said, crooking a finger.
“I would like some coffee. Also, I don’t want to get too close. I don’t trust you.”
He stood. “I’ll get you some coffee in a minute,” he said, hooking an arm around her waist and lifting her onto the bed with him as he climbed onto it. “You know what kitties love?” he asked before he kissed her.
“What?” she murmured.
“Tongue baths. Spread your legs for me, Lace. I want cream for breakfast.”
“Oh, my God,” she said when he slid down and sucked on her clit, then licked between her lower lips.
He’d used her hard the night before, so when he used his teeth at all she cried out in alarm and tried to escape. He blew on her and stopped torturing her, though it was fun to see her writhe and hear her shriek.
When she was excited and juicy under his mouth, he flipped her over and cuffed her wrists again. Her hips moved up and down impatiently.
“Wait, why did you stop? I was so close,” she murmured, still catching her breath.
“I’ll get you there,” he said, putting a couple of pillows under her belly.
“Eric
, what are you doing?”
He flipped on a small silicone-capped vibrator and slid it under her. When she started to purr, he smiled. He rolled a condom over his erection, coated it with lube and then dripped some into the cleft between her bruised globes.
“What?”
He pulled her cheeks open, which made her moan, then swirled the lube around the ring and pushed a couple of fingers in.
“Eric! Oh, please.”
He left them inside, slowly pushing deeper when she relaxed enough for him to advance.
The vibrator had her thrumming. Her hips could not be still. He worked her ring. She came, clenching around his fingers. He pulled them out and popped the crown of his cock in before the ring had a chance to fully contract down.
It took several seconds for her to decipher the change in sensation.
She cried out. “Eric!”
“Easy, Lace. I’m in.”
She was incredibly tight, made tighter because she was clenching and resisting.
“Please stop! It’s too much. Take the vibrator away!”
He reached under her and pulled the vibrator out, but he didn’t withdraw from her ass.
“Laci, relax your muscles. All of them.”
“Eric, I can’t. Please, you’re too big.”
“Concentrate,” he said, looking down at her. “Yes, there. Just like that. Good girl.” He drizzled more lube on the ring where it was stretched around him. God, it turned him on to see her ring punctured by his cock. But he was pretty big to be taking her this way. Had he gotten her ready enough? He could stretch her more first with a plug. He started to pull back, but she tensed.
“Don’t move! Eric, please.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“No, stay still,” she said, and he felt her relax the ring again.
“Please go slow,” she whispered.
