She smiled at him and ran her fingers over his glittering golden chest hairs, tucking her chin down to enjoy the feel of being in the circle of his arms.
“Tomorrow is the end, huh?” Something brittle cracked inside her chest.
“End? Of the party? Yes. End of us? I don’t believe so.” He grabbed a handful of her muddy, wet hair and pulled her head back, his expression full of concern. The emotion was raw in those brilliant eyes. “Are you saying this is the end of us?”
“No!” Her hands flew up to his cheeks, cupping his face, wanting more than anything to ease the expression from him. “I don’t want it to be the end of us! I was afraid it would be!”
“Good, because it would be very awkward otherwise! I was just about to invite you to my company Christmas party. My house for Christmas and then there’s New Year’s. I’m going to New York and I would hate going alone again.”
She blinked several times, unable to form a rational thought. This had to be a dream.
“Unless you do something with your family, of course,” he said when she gawked at him without responding, sounding strangely less cocksure than usual.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” she sputtered. “I have w-work.” Her nose crinkled at the thought of the bookstore. Her sad future. How could she be with this man in reality? Without masks?
He grinned and laughed suddenly. “And these are your only protests? So weak, Charles. I am taking you shopping.” The brilliance of his blue gaze filled her up. “As for your job. What if I said I had another job in mind for you?”
“What?” She sat up straighter in his lap and he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him.
“Mmm,” he growled in answer but didn’t offer more details. Instead, he cupped her ass in both hands and rocked upward toward her until her thighs parted and she straddled his hips, grinding against him. He felt hard through the woolen slacks, rubbing against her still-laced cleft with a pleased moan.
She forgot all about the future as the necessity of the moment tore through her. “I need you!” she whimpered. “Please, Sir! Please fuck me!”
They lay before the roaring fire on some exotic animal pelt, zebra maybe, and he grinned under her. “How can I resist my prized pony?” He patted her ass, making sure to apply pressure to the worst of her welts before working the buckles of her chastity belt free. The various locks and buckles had bitten deliciously into her skin, and getting the device off was a pleasure and an agony. Just as the removal of the anal plug had been.
The collection of straps and buckles clattered to the floor as he tugged it loose at last, the melting snow and mud leaving her skin gooseflesh prickled and dirty.
“Yes!” She rubbed her breasts over his chest, the nipples sore from the pressure of hours under the nipple clamps, over-sensitive to every touch, and she loved how the hairs tickled over her skin as she ground against him.
The glow of the flames made his body appear golden as she sat up, straddling him. While grinding back and forth, rubbing her bare, needy pussy against the front of his slacks, she admired the handsome man between her thighs.
“Lift up, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling his thumb against her clit, circling the taut bud of flesh, grinning as she arched above him and his fingers grasped the delicate pearl. He pinched the flesh he caught until she cried out, trapped in the bliss of the pain and pleasure. Drawing his knees up, he offered her a brace to lean back into as he slowly rocked her, rolling and circling his hips.
How had this man resisted never having sex at parties? He never wanted his own release until now? Her questions fractured when he rolled her clit between his fingers, grinding the fingernail into the fragile base of her until she squealed and bucked.
“Sit up,” he ordered, ceasing the torment. Now he only held her pinned while she panted and her sex painted the front of his pants with her lust.
Jerkily she struggled to obey him and as she lifted off him, his other hand slipped from her backside and pulled his belt open. The familiar jingling sound of the metal made her moan. Memories of her belt lashing lanced up through her pussy.
“Good girl.”
The belt slithered free of the pants and he grabbed her wrists, sitting up to twist the leather around her, and then continued to roll, pinning her under him. “Lift your arms over your head.”
“I want to touch you!” she gasped but did as he instructed.
“You don’t get to,” he teased, pushing her thighs open with a cruel slap of his palm against her scraped knees.
“Please!” she begged, opening wide on either side of him, exposing her pink, pinched pussy for his admiration.
“No.” He spoke the quiet order as he raked his gaze down her body. Deft fingers unfastened his fly and slid the zipper down tooth by tooth while she could do nothing but squirm before him. “Such a dirty girl,” he scolded. “Just look how dirty you are!”
He pulled his slacks down his hips, revealing bright green silk under the black wool. The length of his cock tented the fabric, darkening the front with wetness from the swollen crown. He left them on while drawing his long, powerful legs from the cloth and tossed it, along with shoes and socks, behind him. She arched toward him but he shook his head, saying, “Stay still.”
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of the boxers, he eased them down, letting her have a glimpse of the golden pubic hair first, trimmed and velvety at his groin where the happy trail from his navel ended in the thicket of gold. He was enjoying this torment. She longed to wrap both hands around his cock and worship it with her touches and then her mouth and tongue.
Shadows played behind his shoulders as he loomed over her, firelight dancing over his sun-bronzed skin, and his smile crinkled the corners of his eyes as he savored her suffering.
“Sir!” she gasped and shuddered, the need to be touched and to touch him nearly overwhelming his commands. It would be so much easier if he simply tied her to the bed and she didn’t have to battle her own self-restraint like this. He wasn’t even letting her see his bared cock. Her breath panted from her, and she felt wild and barely hinged.
“Yes, Vanderbilt?” he growled out her name, letting it roll over his tongue in that exotic accent of his. The boxers slid down by an inch and then two, exposing the base of his golden-fringed cock and his hips rocked forward.
She moaned in answer, her sounds and struggles to remain still made his smile widen and he bared his teeth at her. “I need you, Sir!” She could feel her cream tickling down the cleft of her ass and tried to close her thighs but a small shake of his head stilled her movements and she whimpered in frustration.
“I can see. Look how wet you are.” To torment her, he stopped pulling down his underwear, leaving them slumped, his hipbones displayed and his cock stretching the silk. He reached out and stroked his long finger along her swollen lips, smearing her juices. His gaze held hers. “God, Vanderbilt! You drive me crazy.”
And yet he didn’t act as though he were touched by his lust except that his eyes were nearly black and his breath caught when he pressed his fingertip into her. Using one finger, he dipped in only to the first knuckle, circling it around inside her. He stopped each time she began to quiver and move with him.
More pre-cum soaked the front of the boxers. When he drew his finger from her, the glossy strand of her juices glistened between his touch and her cunt. As he drew his hand back, his eyes followed the thread and suddenly his hand pushed his boxers the rest of the way down his thighs. His cock sprang free with a bobbing lurch, slapping his stomach and leaving his golden hairs gleaming with dewdrops. Hers and his.
His cock curved upward in a cruel, thick length of ivory in contrast to his bronzed skin. No nude sun bathing, the marks of a rather skimpy speedo left a thin white mark on his loins. Though he’d already claimed her with that monster the night before, she felt an intimidating thrill twisting her stomach. He watched her as he smeared her juices around his length, smirking at her fracturing control.
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aching up, he plucked a foil-wrapped condom from the table beside the hearth and tore it open with his teeth while painting a heart in pre-cum over her stomach. It gleamed on her skin, twinkling in the firelight as her breathing sped and hitched.
She longed to hold his cock in her hands. Longed to roll the condom down over his length but he did it all himself, letting her see the ease with which he touched himself and her, smiling hungrily down at her. Only the messy dribbling of the pre-cum gave away the depth of his hunger for her. He wasn’t even allowing her the pleasure of raking her hands down his powerful chest and shoulders. This no-touching rule was brutal!
One hand gripped the base of his cock, and with the other he lifted her leg up his side and smoothed it along his powerful shoulder. “Do you have any idea how magnificent you are? Unbreakable and strong and…fuck me…mine!” He bared his teeth before turning his head and biting the inside of her calf up to her knee, snarling softly. Gazing at her, he nipped and bit along her creamy skin. “Tell me. Are you mine?” he whispered this command and question. His hips arched forward as he spread her wider, petting her creamy folds with the condom-wrapped head of his cock.
She gasped and shuddered involuntarily. “Yes!” she cried out as he pressed into her, not quite sinking fully in. “I’m yours! I’m all yours! Every inch of me!”
He held on to her leg as he bowed over her and slid into her, slow and steady, spearing her open wide around the massive girth of that cock. Unlike the night before when he’d simply taken her in a moment of desperation, this was a slow, sweet union, savoring every inch of her that wrapped around him. It was as though he wanted to memorize the sensation. Her pussy ached from the rough treatment of the night before and she cried out, bucking under him and he stilled inside her.
His hands lifted to hers, his body covering hers, and the great shadow behind him unfurled and surrounded her as his fingers pulled at the belt. “My poor, sweet Vanderbilt,” he whispered into her hair. Kissing her cheeks and forehead, he uncoiled the leather from her wrists. “Does it hurt too much?” He didn’t press in deeper, only circled his hips around, mixing her honey and making her inner walls squeeze around him, milking him until he moaned with pleasure. “Fuck!”
“Not too much! Perfect! Perfect!” She hesitated with her fingers twined through his and he coaxed one of her hands to his shoulder and at last she pressed her fingernails into his back, raking down the length.
The sensation made him arch over her, roaring in pleasure as several more inches drove into her, crushing her to the floor. His back felt like bronze under her fingers, hard yet smooth, slick with sweat as he fucked her. She gave everything she was. Unleashed to respond to him, she rose to meet his driving hips.
Powerful hands raked down her back to her hips, slipping under her ass to yank her up to him. He ground into her, rocking deeper and deeper until she screamed in desire and pain and need. His roar of pleasure answered hers, bruising her with the ruthlessness of his hips.
“I’m so close! Don’t stop, Sir! Please don’t stop! Oh fuck!” She clung to him as his thrusts grew more savage, bending her impossibly until she shattered with orgasm around his pumping cock. The sound of his balls slapping her ass filled the room as she writhed under his weight and fractured to tiny bits.
He only slowed when her moans and cries of pleasure became ragged sobs and he wrapped himself around her, rolling onto his side, cuddling her and kissing her face. “Are you with me, Vanderbilt? My sweet baby!”
“You have wrecked me!” she sobbed, accusing him with a small, whimpering voice.
“You needed it, you proud bitch,” he whispered into her neck and rolled his hips back, letting inch after inch of his thick cock slide from her depths.
“Don’t! Please, don’t go,” she begged, fingernails digging into his shoulders, feeling the unusual texture along his skin. Welts where she’d scratched him? Fuck! She had not meant to be so rough. She’d lost control!
The air stirred, heat from the fire crackling as he laughed. The scent of leather and spices filled her senses as his kisses feathered lightly over her face and then her lips.
“I’m never letting you go, baby,” he promised and very slowly slid back into her—long, slow strokes easing the bruised and battered depths of her. “I’m going to make you walk with a limp for days so you remember who you belong to and…where you belong.”
He fucked her slowly and steadily with long, deep thrusts, grinding and twisting his hips with the inward stroke until she was breathless and begging for him to go faster. Harder. But he did not change his pace. He was as steady as the sea, rolling, plunging, and soon she was at the edge again.
“Here?” he asked against her ear. “Right…here?” Grinding deep, arching and then withdrawing as she sobbed for more. “I’m going to come, lover. I can’t hold back much longer. I need you there with me! I need to feel you consumed with me!” he growled and he bit her earlobe. Hard. His thrusts didn’t change, steadily driving her to her orgasm. As she moaned in release, he claimed her mouth in a heated kiss.
His moans of desire echoed hers as he sucked her tongue and devoured her pleasure. As she arched and shuddered under him, his fingers gripped her ass hard enough to bruise. He fucked her rough and deep, driving into her clutching, shuddering pussy as he joined her in his climax. Hot cum gushed, throbbing inside her to the tempo of his furious heartbeat.
Her orgasm didn’t end for so long! He coaxed it out longer and longer with the skillful pinches to her ass and nips along her shoulder. Finally he settled over her, breath gasping from him in time with hers.
When she opened her eyes, he was admiring her, still deep inside her though he’d let her leg slide from his shoulder. He supported his weight on his elbows and his fingers stroked the curve of her breasts between his body and hers.
Warmth spread through her, more than just from a blush. She squirmed and he responded by a slow push of his still-hard cock into her. “I’m going to have to get up,” he whispered. “Come shower with me. I don’t want to leave you here without me.”
She nodded and caressed her fingers over his face, tracing the cleft in his chin. “Yes, please.”
Grinning indecently at her, he drew away, carefully easing from her and she whimpered with the sensation. It was no mere teasing. She would remember him and his touches against her long after this weekend ended. Not just in the physical hurting spots but in those places deep inside her heart where he’d left his bruising, ember-hot flame.
He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, setting her down and kissing her before he turned his attention to the extraction of the condom. She turned on the water to let it warm and turned back to admire him.
And sucked in a sharp breath at his back. The livid red-and-pearly-pink marks down his shoulders to his hips could not all be from her!
The sound made him jerk a look over one sexy shoulder at her and his eyes gleamed. “Are you all right?”
“Your…back…” she whispered. Holding up a hand, she reached out and when he didn’t draw away from her, she smoothed her fingers over the puckered marks on his shoulder blade. “I’m sorry.”
His lips pursed slightly and he shivered at the touch, arching and pushing toward her fingers with obvious pleasure. “Why are you sorry?”
“Did I hurt you? When I scratched here?”
He shook his head and chuckled, turning to face her, wrapping her in his arms suddenly. “No, baby girl.”
She felt bewildered but pressed her naked body into his chest and let out a soft breath. It reminded her of the dark marks she’d seen on Leo’s back. These were lovely to her though, like artwork somehow. Some riddle tickled along the tip of her tongue. She thought if she looked at them longer, she might put the pieces together. He watched her in silence and then suddenly lifted her and carried her into the shower and, with a wink, adjusted the spray at her.
“We have all the time in the world for you to admire my back, sweetheart,” he murmured and stepp
ed into the rush of water, playfully splashing her. “Let me wash your dirty little ass.”
She wrapped her hands around his cock and he moaned, arching into her fingers. “So greedy, Vanderbilt!” he snarled and slid his hands into her hair, bowing his head down to kiss her sweetly while she stroked his hard length. “I fucking love those sweet fingers. God! Careful, love. Careful. I—”
His body jerked into her touch and she melted against his chest and kissed him back as she stroked him, pinning his cock between her body and his stomach, stroking.
“You’re going to make me come, you wicked girl,” he growled against her mouth, his gaze burning into hers. “Do you want that? Tell me.”
“I want it, Sir! I want your cum all over me! Please!”
Azure eyes gleamed intensely at her. “Maybe I’ll hold back,” he threatened, making her whimper.
Her sounds and begging made his powerful cock jerk in her palm. He sucked in a sharp breath, moaning out her name as his hips moved with her fist.
“Fuck! You are irresistible!”
His hand slid between her legs and he pushed her back into the polished marble wall as two fingers plunged into her. He came as his fingers claimed her deeply, curling into her G-spot again and again as his cum fountained up between her breasts. His cum felt hotter than the water of the shower, pearly and sticky where the glistening beads streaked against her tanned flesh and his bronzed skin.
Her climax followed swiftly after his, requiring his support as her legs went weak with the strength of her release. Moaning, she slumped back into the wall and his strong body.
He wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her flush to him, smearing his cum over her breasts with his chest. His cock was trapped between them while he pulled her under the stronger spray of the multiple showerheads. In the downpour of the water, with it roaring all around them, he kissed her. Loving and hard, darting his tongue as deeply into her as his cock had been in her aching pussy. She curled hers around his, savoring the strength in him, from the kiss to the grip he held on her. His body shuddered in reaction to the kiss, or perhaps the orgasm.
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