“Where’s the sweet spot? I know you have one.”
He moves lower, down my stomach. I twist and try to protect the little spot on my stomach, just above my bikini line, where I’m most ticklish. He finds it anyway and I start laughing so hard I can’t breathe, until he finally stops. Even as I gasp for breath giggles and laughs burst out of my throat.
His hand rests on my stomach again and he presses his lips to my armpit, kissing lightly, and moves down. His mouth is hot on the outer curve of my breast and it sends a warm feeling sliding down my body to pool between my legs.
Quentin’s arm slides under me, around my waist, and he holds me still as he moves away from my chest and presses his lips to my stomach. His tongue flicks out in hot, wet little teases as his other hand strokes up and down my stomach, each time a little closer to my mound.
“I’m not going to let you come for a long time.”
I groan, and a tightness passes through my body. I writhe in his arms.
“You make me so fucking hard, Rose. You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Beg me.”
“Please, Quentin.”
“Hmmm. Not very sincere. I’ll reconsider in a while. For now…”
He finally slips his finger between my legs, gently stroking my mound with just the tip of one finger. My legs start to shake with anticipation.
“Please, please—”
“Please what?”
I can’t answer him. He moves, takes my nipple in his mouth, and sucks, hard, until it almost hurts. Then his mouth releases and his tongue swirls around it, and he does it again. I groan softly and tug at the bonds holding me to the bed.
His finger traces along my slit. I buck my hips, trying to pull him inside me, but he pulls back and teases around my lips.
“Horny bitch, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I want to take my time with you. Do you want it? What do you want?”
“I want your cock. Please. I want you inside me.”
“Oh, I love hearing that. I love hearing it more from you.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Hmm. Not just yet.”
He takes his time. Holding me around the waist, he tastes my breasts, his rough stubble scratching the sensitive skin. I feel his teeth lightly on my throat, his hot breath on my skin, and then he starts to work my way down. With my legs spread I can only squirm. He presses against me, sliding his body against mine. As he moves lower I buck my hips and grind my mound against his hard belly.
Lower still, he rests his face on my stomach and starts kissing his way down.
Lower, lower, so slowly I can barely tell it’s happening. My sex throbs for him. Finally his lips are hot on my mound and then he takes a slow, loving lick, bottom to top, dragging his tongue hard over my lips.
Oh God.
His mouth is so hot, his tongue is so wet. He slips a finger inside me, then two, and I squirm and buck against the silk holding me to the bed, guiding his fingers inside me as his mouth explores my body. I unfold for him, all my secrets bare to the exquisite, unendurable pleasure wracking my body. More, more.
Suddenly he draws back. Gentle metal clinking, a belt buckle being undone. The whisper of leather on fabric. He backs off the bed. I feel the springs creak in relief from his weight rising as he stands up and drapes his belt over the footboard, then steps out of his jeans, then his boxers.
The blindfold is not perfect. In the bright afternoon light I can see his outline, the perfectly sculpted lines of his body, like a living statue, and his cock. Good God, he’s huge, his rod arched from arousal. I want to get my mouth on him, please him, swallow him.
Quentin crawls over top of me, rising too high to enter me, and lies down, resting his weight on top of mine. His cock throbs against my stomach, trapped between us. He rolls his hips so I can feel it sliding against me, so big.
He wraps his arms around me and I jerk at the silk, trying to hold him as he holds me, and then he presses his lips to mine and kisses me hard, filling my mouth with his tongue and his taste mingled with mine.
I want to hold him, to wrap my arms and legs around him, but the silk tugs at my wrists and ankles. He holds me tighter and slides against me, shifting, and deftly guides himself inside me.
Before I’m even aware it’s happening he fills me completely, sinking himself inside me to the root, and I cry out and twist in his arms.
“Please.” I try to tell him what I want but the only word I can find is ‘please’, “Please please please please.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he growls, and presses his face to my throat.
With agonizing slowness he draws back until I think he’s going to leave me completely and plunges in again, filling me totally once more, then again, a little faster each time. It feels so good. I haven’t been good and fucked in so long.
No, I’ve never been fucked like this.
“I’m going to come in you,” he growls in my ear. “You’re mine. Say it. Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Give yourself to me, Rose. Completely.”
“I…”
I can’t finish, and I don’t have to. I give myself to him, completely. He thrusts hard inside me, his whole body moving with force that shakes the bed and sends shocks of pleasure radiating through my body. I breathe against him, and it feels like I’m sinking inside him as he rams inside me, drives hard, and starts thrusting quick and fast, buried deep inside.
Oh God. I can’t take it. I squirm against him, and my legs keep jerking, trying to snap around him. I writhe under him, grinding against his body, my muscles tensing in waves as the pleasure radiates through me, unfolds me, slips through my skin so I can’t tell where I stop and he begins.
A sudden explosive shock rips through my body, then another, and I cry out against him, my hips meeting his thrusts in the same sharp rhythm until he pins me down and holds himself inside me. I can feel him throbbing as he explodes deep inside, filling me as my whole body clenches and tightens around him, the raw agony of unbearable pleasure so intense I can’t even cry out, my jaw quivering when I try.
I flop against the bed and he stays there, holding his throbbing cock inside me as he rolls his hips in slow circles, emptying himself.
“Oh God, Quentin,” I purr.
“I have more where that came from,” he growls in my ear.
“I’m going to untie you now, Rose, and I’m going to undo you. Give yourself to me.”
“Yes,” I plead, “I’ll do whatever you want, more. Please.”
13
Quentin
I never want to take my cock out of Rose.
She lies beneath me, coated in a sheen of sweat, bound, helpless, begging. She just came so hard I thought she’d explode and still she’s bucking her hips at me, using herself to stroke my still-hard cock. I don’t care that I just came, I need more. I start to thrust again slowly, savoring the slickness of her body.
More. I have to have more. I want her to be mine completely, to submit, to give herself to me the way no one ever has, and in the taking I surrender myself to her.
I don’t move yet. She trembles, still wrapped around me. The sound she makes as I draw out is precious, soft and excited, her body twitching at the promise of more to come. There will be more, but not yet.
I untie her legs first. She doesn’t kick or struggle. She just lies there, legs limp as I coil the silk and toss it on the floor. When I move to her wrists she finally turns onto her side and presses her feet together, drawing up into a ball as I release her hands.
Gently I stroke her back, feeling the knots of tension in her neck. So much tension, all bound up like her muscles are going to rip themselves loose. Just let go, honey. I’ll take care of you.
“Do you need to rest?”
“Fuck rest,” she purrs, “take this off.” She plucks at the blindfold.
“Not yet,” I say as I seize her wrist. “I though
t you were going to give yourself to me. Do I need to tie you up again?”
“No. I’ll be good.”
“You are good.”
I can’t help it, I caress her breast in my hand. She’s slick all over with hot sweat. I bring my hand to my face and lick it clean, and duck down, roll her on her stomach and suck the sweat from between her shoulder blades. It’s salty and warm.
“Oh,” she says, softly. “Quentin, what—”
“Shh, it’s a surprise.”
What I want right now is to ram inside her again and just keep pumping her until I pass out, but I want more than that from her. I want her adoration.I want her to give in to me completely.
“Clean my cock.”
I lean back on the bed and let her crawl between my legs, and fight to keep myself still and quiet as she takes me in her mouth.
“I didn’t say suck, I said clean.”
She gives the head of my dick one hard suck and lets go, holds my shaft in her hands, and licks the sides, tasting herself on my shaft.
“That taste good?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now you know why I like eating your pussy so much, Rose.”
She smiles. “Can I suck it now?”
“Yes, but not for long. I want to save it.”
She takes me in her mouth again, and I lean back. I just finished and I’m a little sensitive, but she’s so gentle, like she’s embarrassed to suck dick. I can’t help it, I stroke her head and guide her hair away from her face. She slips up, rests her head on my hip, curls against my leg, and sucks, and I can see having my cock in her mouth calms her somehow.
I’m starting to get really hard again. She’s good. I’m tempted to tell her to stop. If I blow again this quick I’ll need to give it a rest for a while.
Looking over the luscious curves of her body, I think I’ll do just that. There’s so much more that I can do with her to make her mine, just fucking her over and over feels like a waste.
“I changed my mind. Be a good girl for me.”
She looks at me, or rather tries to, since she is blindfolded, after all. Then she bends to it, using her lips and tongue and hand, and it doesn’t take me long. I explode in her mouth with a sharp grunt, holding a fistful of her hair, and I can feel it filling her mouth, burning hot. One big swallow and two little ones and she holds me there for a while, taking the last drops with her tongue before she climbs up and rests her head on my chest.
“Mmm,” she purrs.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Are you going to fuck me again?”
“Yes, but not right now.”
She actually pouts.
“You were a bad girl, Rose.”
“But I—”
“I don’t mean just now. You broke into my house and went through my things without permission. You need to be punished. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she says.
I slip out from under her and stand up. Then I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed, while she squeals in a mixture of alarm and delight.
“Blindfold stays on,” I warn her.
Her legs hang down the side of the bed. Her toes, still in her socks, rest on the carpet, and her body quakes with anticipation. She arches her back a little, thrusting her incredible ass up in the air for me, anticipating something she never knew she needed.
I use my open hand first. The blow stings my palm as my hand makes contact with her ass and leaves a rising red handprint on her cheek. Rose cries out in alarm and pain, and it twists into a moan as she squirms on the bed.
It’s making her wet. Just one hit.
This one is marriage material.
Again. I don’t spare the other cheek. Rose jerks, cries out, and thrusts her ass up in the air.
“Harder,” she says, her voice quivering with…embarrassment?
“It’s okay to want it,” I tell her, giving a light caress before I slap her rump so hard it sends a shock up my arm. “It’s okay to want. Just let it happen.”
“Yes.”
I spank her again and again, over and over until her ass is bright red and she’s quivering, a wet spot under her on my sheets.
“Quentin,” she says, very softly. “I want you to use the belt.”
I stand up. My cock is so hard I can barely stop myself from thrusting inside her right now, but I step to the end of the bed and slip the belt from the footboard.
After I bend it, I snap the leather and watch her jerk in surprise on the bed, flinching like she’d been hit. Good. The anticipation is as sweet as the blow. She arches her back and raises her ass to take her punishment as she quivers in excitement.
My first stroke is light, quick, barely enough even to sting, and yet Rose moans like it’s my cock in her pussy. She writhes on the bed, pleading, more, in silence.
I give it to her. I watch her uncoil as my belt whips her ass, whipping her into a frenzy. She starts to play with herself and I grab her hand, pull it out from under her, and lay a hard stroke across both cheeks.
“No touching yourself. You come when I let you.”
She groans but doesn’t argue, she just grips the sheets in her fists and takes her punishment, her ass jerking when she hears the belt singing in the air.
Then it happens. One blow too much and she jerks up from the bed, curling up in a ball, her whole body quivering, arousal slick on her legs. I stand over her with my cock rock hard and watch her come, hugging herself and shaking as it rolls through her.
I want to fuck her now. I want to see her face as I invade her, feel her cunt clamp down on me. I could explode inside her with one stroke right now, then keep going until I fill her again, over and over, relentlessly fuck her like a machine until she forgets where she is.
Rose stills, and I can’t help but gingerly touch her soft cheek, trace my finger over the blush. She flinches then goes still.
“My butt hurts,” she says.
I suppress a laugh and grab her hips. “Lay on your stomach.”
“Are you going to…”
“It’s not time yet. I said lay on your stomach and stop asking questions, Rose. I own you now.”
She says no more and spreads out on the bed facedown, sighing softly. I sit beside her and rest my hands on her tense, quivering shoulders. So much tension. She groans as I dig my thumb into the knots.
“I want you to release yourself. Relax completely.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sir. I like that.”
It takes work, easing the tension in Rose’s body. It’s like every muscle is as tight as a little rock under her skin. I start with her neck and shoulders, and she groans the entire time, murmuring softly to herself.
Then I work down her back. I avoid her ass except for a soft touch, running my fingers over the marks I left as signs of my ownership. It makes her twitch until I start kneading her thigh, working out the kinks in her muscles.
After I knead each thigh I work her calves. She has strong legs, thickly muscled, and tense. She moans when I squeeze the tension out of her feet.
I bend and touch my lips to the small of her back, just barely, just a touch, and watch her shudder. I start with my mouth, not deep kisses or licks, just a little brush of my lips against her skin, moving first up her spine toward her neck. She lies in the bed totally relaxed, splayed out, and willing, but a fresh tension enters her muscles when she feels my touch.
Now I bring in my fingers, just the tips, on her shoulders as I sit up. My touch is so light she can barely feel it, so she shudders even at the hint of where my hands will go. I slip up her back and over her shoulders then down her arms, and she quivers and lets out a little gasp as I stroke her palms, her fingers curling, trying to grasp mine. I snatch them away.
Then I run my fingers down her back, along the outside of her hips and legs, forcing myself down as I do. It’s everything I can do not to take her now, my cock throbbing with need.
When I run my fingers up the insides of her thighs
, her ass lifts in the air and I gently push her back down.
“Relax,” I tell her sharply.
Sliding my arms under her, I roll her onto her back. She goes limp, spread eagled on the bed. I use only two fingers now, stroking the tops of her feet, watching her toes curl back with each touch. She lets out a little moan as I trace them along the ridge of her calves, the sound half anticipation and half frustration. The craving in her voice only makes me harder.
I move my hands up, tracing my fingers over her thighs again. Her stomach tightens and her hips roll, trying to reach my touch as it passes by. I spare her breasts too, denying her the touch of the most sensitive places as I stroke up and down the middle of her chest, then under, teasing the soft curves of her body. She licks her lips and I slide one hand down between her legs. Her whole body is slick with warm sweat.
Gently I hold her lips between my fingers, stroking. I can feel the heat building as I tease her clit, already stiff and throbbing. I sweep my finger back and forth over the delicate nub, watching her toes twitch as she fists the sheets and pretends to relax.
“Give yourself to me totally,” I whisper to her.
“Yes. Anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” she agrees, pleading.
I touch her hip and she rolls onto her side, facing away from me. I did that on purpose. There’s a mirror on the wall. I want her to see. I lie behind her and push up against her, grinding my cock into her back. She stiffens as she feels it, shaking with anticipation. I slide a little over and grind my cock between her cheeks, and she moans.
“You want it, don’t you?”
She nods briskly. “Anything.”
“I can use you any way I want.”
“Any way. Please.”
I don’t, not yet. I hold my hard cock against her and slide my arms up her stomach to cup her perfect breasts in my hands, so soft but firm, the texture of her nipples against my palms making my cock throb. She’s boiling hot all over, like she just stepped out of a scalding bath.
“Quentin, please.”
“Not yet. Beg.”
“Please. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
“I’m going to,” I tell her.
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