by Maya James
I don't know how much later it is, but I'm suddenly being tossed around like a ragdoll. The room spins as my eyes try to open, trying to figure out what is happening, why I'm upside down.
Against my cheek, I feel smooth, tight skin. As I breathe, it smells like Justin. "Baby?" I croak in barely a voice at all.
"Yes?" he laughs.
"What are you doing?" I'm feeling more awake with each step he takes down the hall.
He laughs again, and I hear the security keypad to the gym. "I've decided you're not too tired to have me fuck the day out of you."
I'm not even fully awake as I feel him strap me into one of the harnesses, arms first, then pulling my legs wide. Fingertips tickle along my groggy body only for an instant, then his talented tongue stabs my clit and steals the air from my chest as I gasp in pleasure.
"Oh, Christ!" I scream. I'm instantly wide awake, thighs clenching and flexing, my nipples stiffening.
His relentless tongue slides circles around swelling pleasure, pushing hard to send chills through me. One of his fingers dips into me, sampling me. He pulls the wetness down to my ass, sliding the pad of his finger on my asshole.
"Suck on me," I beg.
"No!" he barks, leaving me hanging, literally. I watch him grab a riding whip off the wall and return to me. I have the chills already.
"What are you going to do?"
"Whatever I want to," he replies, his tone promising me a strong orgasm.
Without warning, the small, leathery patch at the end of the whip whacks me on the bottom of my right foot, stinging deliciously. Then my other foot received the same treatment. I let out a low moan that gets interrupted by three fingers slipping into me. My moan hitches, turning into a hiss of pleasure.
The whip crashes down between my breasts, and he slowly drags it along my skin, taunting me while his fingers fuck me, picking up their pace.
"I don't get enough of you lately. I think you deserve some punishment for that," he growls mischievously. He drags the whip right onto my hard, imploring clit. He threatens me lovingly, tapping it on my vulva, his fingers still stroking inside me. I can't control my heart. It jumps to a gallop as my juices flow. He drags the whip further, circling around his busy fingers. I feel its thin handle run along my ass, between my buttocks.
Whack!
It explodes on one of my cheeks. The sting races straight to my pussy, making my clitoris throb.
"Yes! Again, do it again!"
"I will," he teases, making me wait. His magic fingers start a deep rhythm pulsing in my soul.
"Please!" I beg. I know that's what he wants.
Whack!
The strong tingle delves into my opening with the next thrust of his hand, becoming part of my building climax.
"Do you need to cum already?"
"Yes," I plead. "Make me cum!"
His fingers accelerate, pounding my G-spot viciously. My ass is suddenly on fire, the whip cracking over and over without aim, pinking up my flesh. The lightning bolts of pleasure attack my warrior parts, reminding me I'm a woman—his woman.
My orgasm becomes a white-hot light in my mind, expanding with each smack of leather, with each jab inside me.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" I scream. My arms pull and lift me in the harness to let my body erupt.
Justin rips his fingers out of me and stops the whip.
I scream incoherently, trying to force myself over the edge without him. The orgasm rolls back, denying me painfully. My parts throb wickedly.
"Why would you do that?" I snarl. "I'm so close."
"You still are, and I want to keep you there."
As if I wanted proof, he slips the rubbery handle of the whip in me and fucks my G-spot with it several times. I can't breathe when he does it, my climax steals my breath. Its sitting right there, waiting.
Justin takes the handle out. He hovers it over me, and then snaps my left nipple with its whip end. While I sting, my pussy throbs and I feel the very edge of my explosion.
He makes me watch him lick the handle. "You taste like everything I enjoy," his enthralling voice rolls. He drops to his knees and pushes his tongue to my pubic mound and slowly slides his face between my legs, brutally sucking my screaming clit out of its hood and tormenting it with his hot tongue, badgering my climax.
Whack!
My right nipple cries out in ecstasy, puckering tightly. My orgasm surges like a flooding river. He watches me, reading me. The flood crests the edge—and he stops again.
Justin moves closer to my head, pulling my hair away from my face. He touches his lips to mine, not hard enough to call it a kiss, just a gentle touch.
His hardness is not far away. I see it among all his muscles, swollen and tight, and I want to touch it for him. I want to run my tongue along his body, outline every bump and curve, every swollen vein on his arms and chest.
The whip is no longer good enough. He tosses it to the floor, discarded, and stands near my spread legs. Both his hands are on me; one takes my breast firmly and the other runs along the back of my right leg from my knee to my ass and then smacks it. I'm still stinging when I feel him thrust back into my wetness, fingers easily finding my G-spot, hooking at it and stroking it while his thumb treats my clit like a rubbing stone.
I'm soaked now. My juices drip from me and cover his hand. My hard nub pops from under his touch as he masturbates me.
"Please, let me cum this time." My eyes lock on his, and I can tell he's not ready to let me go. That doesn't stop my body. "Please!" My breathing grows deep. Muscles all over me contract.
Justin pulls his hand away.
"Dammit!"
He puts it right back again. I haven't recovered at all.
I scream loudly.
And he stops.
I start to cry.
"Doesn't it feel good right here, right in the middle of ecstasy? Why not keep it right there for as long as possible?"
He's right, but I can't tell him that. I can't even breathe, and my body wants it over. He starts again, making sure I'm stuck in my climax. It's a fire burning me up, consuming every inch of me. My thighs can only quiver now, without the strength to flex against the restraints. Tears roll down my face as I moan. He's shaking next to me, his arm jerking me off wickedly. When it seizes my breath, he stops. I'm aware that my entire body is convulsing.
"Fuck! Fuck! I can't take it. Let me cum!"
He stops again, watching my body quake, watching me on the edge trying to catch my breath. But this time it's not just a pause, Justin lets my orgasm drift away nearly completely, leaving me frustrated, my body pleading for completeness.
He marches to the shelves and returns with a bottle that he begins squirting all over me. He rubs the oil around my flesh standing over me with a fire burning in his eyes. He has that lion-standing-over-a-fresh-kill, look that he gets sometimes. I'm about to be devoured—and I welcome it.
Justin bends next to me and presses his cock against my leg at the calf and slowly slides it up my thigh, my hip, into the crease of my waist. His hands swirl around my body and breasts, tweaking my nipples. He slips his right hand between my legs, through my moist folds and dives his ring and middle fingers into me. He palms my pussy while his fingers hook into my G-spot. When he squeezes, my clitoris is wonderfully crushed under his hand. I need the pressure, my body begs for it.
The more he touches me, the more enraged I see him get—the more engorged his cock becomes. He's feeding his desire, but not becoming satisfied.
He moves now, stepping between my legs. He uses his hand to press his cock against me and he slides it up and down. At one moment it’s on my ass, pressing and threatening to enter and then it’s sliding along the sensitive skin between my warrior openings. He finds the source of my wetness between my folds and dips the tip of his hugeness into me, just an inch or two.
"My fucking Lord!" he growls. "I've never seen anything so beautiful; felt anything as perfect as you."
In a moment without any control, he
plunges his cock all the way in to me. I grab on to him, squeezing him, wanting to keep him in me. I hear my own screams of pleasure filling the room. Justin's strong hands grab my sides, pressing in deeply to make sure that he has a good hold.
By now we are both too far gone. I feel him push me and the harness away from him, swinging me backwards. Despite my clenching, his gorgeous cock pulls out of me, every millimeter of it sending electric jolts throughout my body and soul until I am hanging on the end of it. He does not just release me to swing back on him, he pulls me, rams me back to him where I collide into his hard body.
The fucking chains rattle! That's how you know when you're being fucked right, when your body and everything around you quivers under the pounding.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard until you beg me to stop," he thunders.
He pulls me off his massive cock again, watching it slide out of me with wide eyes. All my squeezing is futile, the oil has made me so slippery that I don't understand how he's holding on.
I thud back against him, and the chains rattle excitedly. There's no slowing now. He yanks me out to the end of him and slams me back hard, over and over. The sound of the chains becomes a solid ringing in my ears. Thrust after thrust impales me, bringing back my tormented orgasm, coaxing it from its wounded depths. It rears its head with a vengeance, squaring its self for an impressive finish.
His hands squeeze deeper into my curvy hips as the joyous tears return to my eyes. His lust is so overwhelming. My hands desperately ache to claw his chest.
"Give it to me, Justin!"
His thickness fills me again. My orgasm begins its charge, releasing its battle cry. I drown out the sounds of the chains, the sounds of our bodies slapping together and Justin's breathing and grunting. He doesn't fight my climax; instead, he extracts it from me, taking it with force. He rides my bucking and jumping body like a skilled jockey, ushering me faster and harder, extracting every drop of my climax.
Finally, he breaks me, winning the battle of my pleasure. The muscles around my vaginal opening spasm on his thickness, no longer able to be controlled. My body slowly softens. My screams become moans, and then deep breaths. I don't sense that he is anywhere near his own orgasm.
We are not done. This is not over.
Exceptionally delicious!
Justin glides his hard tool out of me and tears at the Velcro straps like a beast, releasing my feet back to the floor. While he still has my arms bound, he takes my oiled body in with his eyes. This is not to satisfy him; he's fueling and igniting his hunger. I see his desire engulfed and burning.
My knees weaken.
His left hand reaches behind my head and twists up my hair. With an impolite tug, he forces my head back, exposing my throat. I feel his tongue deliberately ease up my throat to my jaw. He tilts my head back toward him, and loads my mouth with his tongue, kissing me passionately.
Our bodies press together. His cock is mashed between us on my oiled stomach. I want it again. I want it in me.
As if he read my mind, Justin lets go of my hair and yanks aggressively at the wrist straps, setting me free only for a moment. Then he grabs and turns me and pushes the top half of me to the floor. He slides a finger through my wet slit while standing behind me. One hand squeezes my ass firmly as the other explores me and spreads me open.
I want it in me!
Finally I feel the pressure of the engorged head of his cock nudging through my labia, searching for my entry. Its massive girth bulldozes is its way inside as I gasp for air.
"God, yes!" I bellow.
There is nothing for him to hold onto but my ass and hips. He pushed me so far forward that my palms are almost touching the floor. He grabs my hips to secure me in place and begins assaulting me gloriously. Once he finds a rhythm, I feel him slide a hand around to my still hard clitoris and begin stroking it aggressively.
"You feel so damn good!" he says hungrily. He thrusts his member into me to its hilt, completely filling me. Eventually, my pulse becomes a Whomp in my ears, a combination of my excitement and the blood pooling into my head.
On cue, he takes himself out of me and forces me to the floor completely. He grabs me like a brute and rolls me to my back, which makes my pussy twinge viciously. I'm about to open my legs for him when he does it for me, lacking all gentleness. Justin slithers up my oiled body like a serpent with his bulging muscles rubbing against me everywhere. His cock burrows deep inside me without any assistance from either of us, and when he arches above me, his body is covered in a fine sheen of the lubrication he sprayed on me.
He glistens in the lights like a polished statue to the King of Orgasms and finally my nails can dig across his flesh. It feels so good to finally have my hands on his sumptuous body; I squeeze into his huge chest, digging my nails in and making long red lines to prove I'd been there. Now that he's thrusting his hips in and out of me, I can't resist grabbing his ass and clamping down into its firmness while I drag him into me harder. I help him fuck me harder.
My clit throbs delightfully every time it's crushed onto the root of his manhood and pinched between our bodies. It’s building a need for yet another release. I slide one of my own hands down between our bodies to my clit and rub a finger on it vigorously.
Playing with myself excites him. I can see the wild blaze behind his eyes.
"Christ! You're so fucking hot!" he grumbles as he watches. He balances himself on one arm and uses the other to play with my nipple. It sends twinges that seem to connect to my chest to my pussy.
I bring myself nearly to orgasm quickly. Between my sensitive clitoris and his wonderful hardness thrusting in and out of me, I'm only moments from release.
Determined to satisfy me himself, Justin moves my hand away and replaces it with his own. There's no teasing this time, no torture. He brings me to the edge and lets me spill over in a satisfying mess of thrusting hips and gratified moans.
Once my clitoris has deflated, he manages to pull his hand from between us. I know his climax is here as well, his eyes tell me all I need to know, and so I hooked my heels around his powerful thighs, forcing him against me. Our oiled bodies glide on each other, and I feel every rippling muscle seize as he is taken, as his entire body goes into orgasm.
He cries out in ecstasy. There are no coherent words, just sounds alone that profess his emotions and profound desire. He remains hovered above me, quivering and flexing, until he doesn't even have the strength left to hold himself up. His chest heaves air in and out in huge, exhausted bursts even after he rolls off to my side.
I feel complete now, content to go to bed beside my lover. We are wrapped together in a cocoon of each other. I'm emotionally safe behind a shield of his protective closeness.
I'm not convinced that I deserve him, but I'm grateful to have such a wonderful man.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE doing this stuff, Charity. I only have to sit here, and I'm a complete, nervous wreck," Melissa says quietly while I laugh at her.
Six months ago I was exactly like her.
"You're going to do fine—just relax." I meant that, so it was easy to say.
These meetings, these things I've asked Melissa to help me with, they're not completely dangerous to her. I need her to relax so that no one has second thoughts. Maybe they're not even dangerous to me, but I'm risking my love with Justin, and that's more than I can bear to lose.
"You're just having a drink with your friend, and some polite conversation with a guy. He's not dangerous."
I hope!
"How will he know it's us?" she asks.
"He won't. Not for sure," I tell her. "He knows I'll be with a friend, so he might assume we're the ones as soon as he sees us sitting here. But I've seen his picture, I'll know exactly who he is."
She accepts that with a nod of understanding.
We are sitting at the bar at the Manhattan grill. Melissa is leaned forward in a nervous posture, both of her elbows are on the bar top and her hands are wrapped together around a wine glass.
I'm sitting on her right side watching the entire place in the mirror behind the bar so that it looks like I'm not interested in anything around me.
The only place I can't really see in the mirror is the back few tables and the hallway to the bathrooms. I had already checked out who was back there before we sat down. The hallway still bothers me; whenever I look there, down its dimly lit mouth, I remember the pressure it took to squeeze my throat closed. A simple glance in that direction brings back the feeling of my feet sliding backwards along the floor.
Maybe it's just worse right now because I'm sitting next to Melissa, my best friend, and I can't tell her what happened.
The "Four Guys" aren't here yet. It was a little early for them, but they should be coming through the door any minute now. I'm hoping one of them catches Melissa's eye—if not the bartender.
"Your friend, Trisha, she works here?" Melissa asks desperate to have something else to think about.
"She's a waitress here, their best if you ask me," I answer with a smile. "Tonight's her night off; she's just hanging with us when she gets here."
I feel the excitement right in the pit of my stomach. "Oh my God—I can't wait for the two of you to meet! That girl is fucking nuts."
There's a man near the front of the restaurant that has been watching us. I've caught him in the mirror several times now glancing at us sideways. It's not the man I'm meeting, and that's all I know about him.
I'll keep my eyes on him.
"I'm excited to meet her," Melissa replies, an interesting smile touching her lips while my foot taps absently to "I Love It" by Icona Pop coming out lightly from the speakers above us. "Maybe the two of you can help me. To be honest, if I don't get laid while I'm here, I might go crazy."
There is no recovery from the loud snort I belch out laughing at her. "Holy shit, Mel! You have to warn me before you say something like that."
She's proud of herself for making me laugh that hard. "I'm serious; it's been way, way too long. I don't want it getting dusty."
