by Whitley Cox
I nodded. My eyes were threatening to roll into the back of my head from how good his fingers felt. Stroking just right. The right speed, the right pattern, the right spot. Sam was Mr. Right, all right.
“I want to hear you say it,” he demanded. “I want to hear it from those lips of yours before I slip my cock between them that you believe me. That you know I’m fucking in love with you and you’re not a nobody to me.”
I stilled.
Wait. What?
He gave me a quizzical look before his eyes went wide. His entire body stiffened. His fingers inside me stopped, and he stared at me. But the look of panic was only fleeting and quickly replaced by one of conviction.
“I know this thing between us hasn’t been long or conventional, but I’ve wanted you for a while. Been taken with you from day one. Seeing you today with the kids, finding out that you were the only one who could calm Gemma down … Harper, I’m in love with you. I think I may have been since you turned around and flashed me an inch of purple underwear in the hole of these sexy yoga pants.”
I hiccupped a laugh as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. He resumed his stroking inside me.
“You don’t have to say it back. But I want you to know, I need you to know that to me you are someone special. You will never be a nobody.”
His fingers picked up speed and vigor. With a harsh but caring tug on my hair, he pulled me up and around, brought his head down low and kissed me hard. It was a kiss driven by months of longing, stolen glances and passionate dreams. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and savored me, savored me as I lay there on my stomach over his lap, bent to his will, to his mercy.
I whimpered as he bit my bottom lip and tugged. I’d have bruises, but I didn’t care. I thrust my tongue against his, met it plunge for plunge, twirl for twirl, as it mimicked the rhythm of his fingers inside me. Every time Sam pushed and crooked his fingers, he would jam his tongue deeper into my mouth. And every time, I would get closer and closer to that glorious orgasm that was just beyond my grasp. It was so close I could practically taste it. I was too caught up in the kiss, in his wondrous fingers to pay attention to anything else, but then suddenly those fingers slipped out, and a light rush of cool air brushed my bottom, followed by a hard and stinging slap to my left cheek. I yelped and bit down hard on his lip.
He groaned but didn’t break the kiss. I tasted blood.
I motioned to pull away, but his hand in my hair held me firm to his lips, and he continued to kiss me. Another slap.
Whack!
This time to the right cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and moaned into his mouth.
His fingers dipped back inside, and he proceeded to fuck me with them again. All the while, our lips never parted. I was close again in a matter of seconds. The sting from his smack quickly blossomed on my heated skin and spread into a divine tingle. Finally, he pulled his lips away from mine. I mewled at the loss.
“You’re going to come hard for me, Harper. So hard. Are you ready?” he whispered, his mouth next to my ear.
All I could do was nod and muffle, “Mhmm.”
His tongue darted out and traced the shell of my ear before his teeth found the lobe and he tugged. “I can feel it, baby. You’re so close. The way your tight pussy squeezes my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”
Oh God. I couldn’t wait either.
He hooked his fingers and twisted his wrist so that he was hitting my anterior wall, then he pressed down hard, like really bore down on the spot, and pleasure shot through me. Cosmic surges of euphoria burst from my core and out into the rest of my body as the orgasm unfurled. It was hard, it was strong, and as he flicked my clit and continued to press, it also seemed endless. I cried out nothing of meaning before I remembered his threat of the gag and immediately bit my lip to keep from screaming. I tasted more blood.
A long, sated sigh fled my lips as I slumped over Sam’s lap, blissfully boneless in my post-orgasm foggy brain. He massaged my tender cheeks. Those slaps, although there had only been two, were hard, and my skin still burned ever so slightly from his hand. Feather-light kisses followed his sweet caress, making me melt into him further.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “The way your ass gets bright red, fuck, Harper … can you feel how turned on it makes me?”
I certainly could. Evidence of his arousal was brazenly prodding me in the side of the stomach, and the harder it grew, the more painful it became. I could only imagine how much discomfort Sam was in.
His grip in my hair released, and his fingers gently slipped out of me. He helped me to my feet. I went to pull up my pants, but Sam’s hand on my arm stopped me.
“Don’t.”
The edge to his voice was back. He was in Dominant mode. Something dark, perhaps his ex’s visit and the emotions it stirred up, lurked deep inside him. He’d come here for respite, seeking solace in the arms of someone he cared about and who cared for him. But I could tell by the way he looked at me, those cobalt blue eyes alight with fire, that he also wanted to punish. He wanted angry sex, and I could do that for him. I would do that for him. Hell, I was angry, too. How dare she show up here after all this time and toss a wrench into his little family? They were finally getting on with their lives, and she had to go and fuck it all up.
My gaze never left his. I peeled my yoga pants and underwear off, tossing them aside. I said a small “thank you” to myself for having gone to the spa for a wax on Thursday in preparation for last night’s date that never happened. Just a thin strip of short hair ran up from my cleft. He licked his lips and swallowed as his eyes climbed my legs, zeroing in on the apex of my thighs.
“Now the sweater. Slowly.”
I crossed my arms in front of me and peeled my gray hoodie up over my head. I hadn’t bothered with a shirt or a bra underneath. I had been wallowing, and I never wallow in a bra. Seconds later I was standing there in front of him, naked. I’d turned the heat on in my room an hour or so earlier, but now I wanted it off. My skin was flushed, my pulse thundered wildly in my ears, and my chest rose and fell as if I’d just done a hundred jumping jacks.
Sam stood up from the bed and sauntered his sexy self over to my nightstand. He pointed at the drawer, which now had a childproof lock on it. “Are the handcuffs in there?”
I nodded.
A man familiar with having to keep nosy children out of certain drawers and cupboards, he managed the lock without a problem and pulled the drawer open. A box of unopened condoms (new; I’d purchased them on Thursday after my waxing), lubricant, my vibrator, the handcuffs and a few other “toys,” like a vibrating egg, small anal plug and a blindfold, stared back at him. A small but amused smile coasted across his face as he reached inside. He brought up the handcuffs and blindfold. With the other hand he drew out the anal plug.
“You into ass play?” he asked.
It wasn’t a big plug. In fact, I hadn’t even been the one to buy it. It’d been in a bachelorette party goody bag that I’d received earlier this summer. The bride’s sister had thrown the party and invited an at-home sex toy party consultant to come. If I remembered correctly, the company had been called Curiously Kinky or something like that. I’d also received the vibrating egg in the goody bag, along with penis-shaped bubbles, romantic coupons and edible underwear. I was going to admit right now that I’d eaten those edible panties on the cab ride home later that night.
I stared at the plug in his hand, my jaw slack as I envisioned Sam sliding it into my body as he took me from behind.
He cocked his head to the side. “Harper?”
I gave my head a quick shake. “Huh? What?”
His grin made a new slickness coat my inner thighs. “Are you into ass play?”
I swallowed and nodded. “Yeah … though it’s been a while.”
“Do you have a safe word?”
What? No. I’d never played hard enough to need one.
I shook my head. Fear prickled the nape of my neck. Did we nee
d one?
“Red, yellow, green. Like traffic lights. You want me to stop, say red. Slow down or it’s verging on too much, yellow. Keep going, say green.”
I swallowed. “C-can I talk?”
One day that wicked smile of his was going to make me come on the spot. One day soon. “Yes. You may speak freely tonight.”
“Thanks?”
His chuckle was warm and wonderful as he reached into the drawer and tossed the water-based lubricant into the pile of debased paraphernalia on the bed. I simply stood there, naked as a jaybird and trembling more and more with each step he took toward me. I wanted him so badly. Needed him. That first orgasm had only been a taste of his talents, an amuse-bouche to the evening to come. He stopped less than a foot away. Crossing his arms, he let his gaze rake me from head to toe. Saliva coated my mouth as I watched his muscles flex and veins pop with the precise movements of his gorgeous arms. He smelled incredible. The heat and pheromones radiating from his body made me dizzy, and I swayed a bit where I stood. I swallowed hard, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth.
In the blink of an eye I was hauled against his hard, bare chest. He smashed his lips against mine, even harder than before, wedging his tongue inside. Long, demanding sweeps of warm velvet made my entire body go up in flames. I tried desperately to keep up with his need.
I gasped as he pulled away and spun me around, my back against his front and his hard erection now pressing into my butt. Soft, sensuous lips dropped warm kisses along my shoulder, neck and back. His tongue followed, tracing an erotic trail that caused a shiver to sprint down my spine. Teeth sank into my left shoulder, and I inhaled quickly from the pain. He laved at his bite mark and kissed it, a balm to soothe the ache. But I liked the teeth. I liked the biting. I would have marks tomorrow, and I liked that. I let my eyes shut and lolled my head forward as he continued to worship me with his mouth. His hands drifted around to the front of my body and cupped my breasts, relieving their heavy ache. He tugged and twisted my nipples until I cried out, arching against him and my head fell back against his chest.
A devious chuckle rumbled through him as he did it again. “You’re so easily turned on, Harper. Could you come just from this?”
I whimpered as he rolled my nipples between his finger and thumb. “I don’t know.”
“Hmm. We’ll have to save trying that for another time, because right now, I want this.” And before I knew it, he had me bent over the edge of the bed, my hands were behind me and he was fastening the handcuffs around my wrists. The blindfold was next. He slipped it over my eyes with a gentleness I found alarming, given how rough and abrupt the rest of the evening had been. He tied it softly behind my head before checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight. When I said “no,” he planted an ephemeral kiss to my cheek, then left me there.
I heard Sam rummaging around the room, but I couldn’t figure out what he was doing. From the sounds of it, he’d opened my closet. Was he looking for more kinky shit? Because he wouldn’t find any of it in there. He’d seen my drawer of depravity, and it wasn’t much. The sound of metal tinkling made me twist my body around toward the noise, despite the fact that I couldn’t see what he was up to. The sound stopped, and the room was quiet again.
I shifted on the bed to get more comfortable. This certainly wasn’t a position I could fall asleep in. But anticipation and excitement were quickly setting in. I could feel them seeping into my skin, my thoughts, my body. I was about to ask him where he was when warm, wet velvet swept up between my folds from behind. My legs jerked beneath me and threatened to buckle. He held me in place with a big palm on my ass as fingers from his other hand spread me wide and probed my center. His tongue was diabolical. In and out it plunged, only to then swirl around my clit in evocative little circles, making me moan for more. I pushed back into his face, desperate to feel those luscious lips of his encircle my clit and suck. He picked up on my vibe and did just that. Drawing my bud deep into his mouth he sucked, and he sucked and he sucked, lashing at it with his hot tongue as he tugged on it between his lips.
I bowed my back and pushed into him again.
Yes. Just like that. Eat me, you gorgeous man. Get your fill.
Sam thrust two fingers inside me and scissored them, intermittently hitting that sweet spot just enough to make me squirm but not enough to make me come. My body was a maelstrom. Nerve endings that hadn’t been touched in far too long were reawakening and singing out for more as Sam continued to drink me down. I heard the snap of the lube cap and the cool, silky drip of it cascaded between my cheeks. He rubbed it in and around my crease with his free hand, his other one still occupied inside me, and his mouth never ceased. The man was such a multitasker.
I was close now. His fingers on my sensitive rosette, not even pushing inside but just teasing, were enough to get me to the edge. He ran his tongue up between my folds one more time, drew my clit back between his lips and sucked as hard as he could.
I detonated.
Everything inside me tightened at once, only to uncoil and burst free all at the same time. Bright white lights flashed behind my eyes as the climax surged forward and I convulsed on the bed. A slave to the pleasure, a slave to Sam and his wicked tongue.
When the orgasm fizzled, he slowly slid the plug inside me, stretching me, filling me in a way I hadn’t been filled in much too long. I groaned from how good it felt. He slipped his fingers from me, and I felt the heat of him shift. He was now standing. I waited with bated breath for the next installment. Was he finally going to fuck me? Or did he have something else planned?
Sam answered that for me when there was a whistle through the air and a resounding crack of what could only be a belt landed directly across both of my ass cheeks. I couldn’t stop myself, and I squealed. It stung like a bitch. But then as quick and nasty as the pain initially was, it dissipated into a lovely blossoming heat that shrouded me. I wanted more.
“You okay? Red, yellow or green?” he asked, his voice thick with strain from his own denied release.
“Yes,” I panted.
“More?”
“God, yes. Green. Green. Please, more green.”
Every fucking shade of green.
A low and feral growl filled the air behind me, only to be interrupted by another crack against my cheeks. My yelp was quieter this time, and I wriggled on the bed, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want him to keep going.
Again and again and again he spanked me with the belt. Sometimes on one cheek, sometimes on both. I tried to figure out his pattern, but he had none. But with each and every strike, I felt myself slipping off into a beautifully loopy headspace. I shut my eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over me, letting the pleasure of the pain take hold of my body, my mind, my soul.
I was close to coming again, just from the belt, when I heard it clatter to the floor and his jeans unzip. My other senses were all heightened as I had the blindfold on. I could even hear him tear open the condom packet. My arousal dripped down my inner thighs as I waited for him to sheath himself in the latex. I envisioned his big hand stroking down the length of his cock and securing the condom to the base.
His hands found my hips, and he notched himself at my core. Slowly he pushed his way inside.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re tight,” he gritted, sucking in air between his teeth as he continued to sink into me. I clenched my muscles around him and pushed back. As decadent as the snail’s pace was, I was ready to combust, desperate for hard and fast. He’d promised me hard and fast. I wanted hard and fast.
“Fuck me, Sam. Please. Now. I need you.”
He growled behind me. “Fuck, Harper.” His fingers tightened their grip on my hips, and he slammed into me the rest of the way, sinking balls-deep. I cried out from the bite of pain as he hit the end of me. But I didn’t care. He was finally inside me. After long last, after all the fantasies, the dreams, the sexting and phone sex, the hidden glances and dirty thoughts, Sam Wright was finally inside me. Right where he belon
ged.
“Yes,” I said with a hiss. He began bucking into me hard and fast, and I pushed back into him as best I could. It was tough, with my cheek pressed into the mattress and my arms fastened behind me. I had zero leverage and very little mobility. But that didn’t seem to matter. Sam pumped and pumped inside me, jostling my body against the edge of the bed so that my clit grazed the mattress just right and pleasure born of the friction bloomed inside my core. I was already close again. Between the plug in my ass, the spanking and Sam fucking me, I wasn’t going to last long.
“I’m close,” I whispered, loving the way the embroidery of my duvet scratched my tender nipples.
“Not yet,” he grunted. His hand released my hip, and seconds later, my hands were free. I hadn’t realized until that moment that the cuffs had been cutting off my circulation, and my wrists tingled from the sudden rush of blood. I pushed myself up on the bed and stretched my neck. He removed the blindfold next, and the dim light of the room dazzled my eyes.
I propped myself up on my hands so we were in more of a true doggy style and pushed backward into his thrusts.
“Not like this. I want to see you,” he said gruffly, pulling out of me with such force I saw spots. He spun me around and pushed me back on to the bed. I was covered and impaled in less than a second. Full of Sam again and able to look into his eyes. He was beautiful. Handsome and rugged, raw and real. He had scars and freckles, wrinkles around his eyes and a few on his forehead. And when he pinched his brows into a deep V as he reamed into me with the fever of a boy on prom night, an adorable little crinkle formed just above the bridge of his nose.
His lips crushed mine, and I let go. My arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him down to me. I wanted to feel all his weight, his skin against mine. I wanted to breathe him in. I cried out into our kiss as the orgasm unraveled inside my core, clutching at his back and raking my fingers down to the muscular globes of his ass. He hissed against my lips and snarled, snagging my bottom lip with his teeth and tugging. All the while, his cadence never waned. The man was a machine.
