“Come on, baby, I’m not finished with you yet.”
In his voice, there is such a dark promise of sinfully delicious things yet to come. The journey I’m on with Marco, the erotic pleasures he’s submerging me in, are they forbidden and taboo? I want to succumb to everything he offers me. I want to fall into that endless pit of rapture with him. I’m sure I’ll follow him wherever he guides me because I know with everything in me, even though I refuse to admit it, I love him. And nothing born of love is forbidden.
He gets out and wraps a towel low around his slim waist as his still-engorged beautiful manhood pushes it up away from his body. I want to lick the water droplets off the V feeding down into that lucky towel. My mouth comes alive at the memory of his taste.
“Come here, let me dry you off.”
He’s holding a towel open for me so I step into the circle of his open arms. He encloses me in his strong embrace lowering his face to nibble on the wet crease at my neck and shoulders. This seductive sexual beast of a man has me in constant simmering arousal and I can’t get enough of him.
“Go lie down on the bed with your legs hanging off the side,” he tells me and I see his shaft growing bigger making the towel tent higher.
I have no idea what to expect from the clit clamp. I’m a little nervous knowing how sensitive my clit is. I’m afraid it will be unbearable, but at the same time, I’m incredibly aroused by the idea.
I go and lie back on the bed after setting my towel down on the chair in the corner. I rub my thighs together in anticipation as I move my hands to rest on my naked breasts. Marco comes and stands directly in front of my legs. His towel is already gone and I can see he is as excited as I am, maybe even more, with his cock standing straight up almost touching his flat abdomen.
“Open your legs.” His voice is low and rough but the command is definitely apparent.
I slowly separate my legs opening myself up to him. My chest is rising and falling with my heavy breathing as I imagine what he is seeing that is making his hardness twitch. Seeing the effect the sight of me has on him is so empowering.
“Play with your breasts, Elizabeth. Let me see those pink nipples rolling between your fingers. Tease them, pinch them, pull them and think it’s my mouth and teeth on them.”
My fingers separate, allowing the pebbled peaks to sneak through before I take them with my fingertips, twisting them and pinching them, then flicking the tip back and forth. The sensations shoot through my core all the way to my pussy making me pulse. My back lifts off the bed as my thighs begin to close searching for the friction I so desperately crave.
“Open your legs wider.”
His voice is like a long, hot lick along my skin making me burn more, and his words make my ache build.
“I’m going to put the clamp on your beautiful clit now.”
His fingers gingerly separate my labia and I feel the cool metal sliding over my pulsing nub then grabbing it tightly. And I’m very surprised it doesn’t hurt at all.
Oh. My. God. Somebody should have told me that I was going to turn into a throbbing, panting, maniacally aroused beast. This is too fucking incredible!
Marco
“Marco…” There is a slight desperation in her voice. I can hear it.
“Ssshhh, baby, just breathe.” Laying my hand flat on her stomach, I try to bring her back before she completely gives in to the overloading sensations.
“I’m so…I feel so…” Her eyes are wide as the intense arousal begins to flood through her threatening to take her over.
“I know, just trust me.” I hold her steady with my palm still lying flat on her stomach.
Her breathing is becoming shallow and quick. She looks into my eyes as I search her face.
“I do. Marco.” God, she fucking kills me.
“Okay, baby girl.” I stand back a step. “Come here and kneel in front of me.”
Her eyes widen and she licks her lips as she lowers herself to the floor. Could she be any sexier?
“Take me in your mouth, love, and suck me deep in your throat.” My hand is resting on the top of her head as one of hers clasps on to my ass and the other pulls my rock-hard cock into that hot mouth of hers. As her lips slide down my shaft her finger runs the length of my crack finishing off with her nails digging into me. She wants to mark me and it’s making me crazy. She sucks me all the way to the back of her throat as her hand moves to the front and her nails lightly score the wrinkled flesh of my balls.
“Oh God!” Fuck! So good, I push as far back as her mouth will let me. Her mouth moves from my dick to my balls sucking one in at a time while her hand hugs my shaft moving up and down. Her hot mouth claims my cock again sucking me deep as her hands go back and forth from my balls to my shaft. I don’t want to stop but I have to. I want her first time coming with a clit clamp on to be with my cock deep inside of her, so I pull out of her mouth.
“Lean over the side of the bed, give me that beautiful pussy and ass of yours.” I’m going to play a little bit but I hope I don’t make her come.
She moans so beautifully as she bends over the bed, spreading her legs and reaching her arms out in front of her, arching her back up at me as if saying, Here, take me, all of me. I’m yours to do what you want.
Placing a hand on the top curve of her ass, I position myself between her legs and dip my finger into that dripping nectar of hers, just a little, skimming just the edge and not enough to push her over. Another finger joins it covering them both with her slickness. I move one up to her tight ass and tease it the same way.
“Oh God please, Marco, please…” Her pleading is so deep, her need so strong.
“Just a little bit more…” I say as I dip my fingers into both of her holes at the same time, then pull them back out immediately. She is so fucking sweet, my cock is aching.
“Oh, God…” Her moan comes from deep in her core as she tries to push back on my fingers.
“I’m going to take this ass baby, very, very soon. It’s mine.”
“Take it now, Marco, please. I need you!”
I know she’s right on the verge of coming and she’s teetering there, screaming to jump.
My fingers slide through her wetness, grazing her clit in the clamp between my fingers. My thumb pushes into her aching pussy as I position the head of my cock at her entrance.
Slowly, so fucking slowly I push the head in and stop.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” She’s screaming now.
The rest of me enters her. I have to go slow so the orgasm won’t rush away from her, exploding on her like a tidal wave.
“Oh yes, so good, Marco, so good. Yes…”
She’s starting to be carried away on that wave, the crest now lifting her up. And it’s magnificent.
Elizabeth
Never have I been so on the brink of constant orgasm so hard before in my life. I feel like I am about to explode with it, standing at the edge dying to jump, but he doesn’t give me enough to burst and it’s incredible!
As he slides that big beautiful cock in me, my ravenous hunger for him begins to get sated. It is slow and sweet flowing through me, making me delirious as it lifts me higher. My beast that Marco has kept from going wild, keeping her on that leash, is lapping up this glorious serving of lust. The clamp on my clit is a powerful source of energy and Marco’s cock is the cord that energy is using to travel through my body, lighting me up with nuclear wattage. Watch out. Get ready, she’s gonna blow!
I feel intensely horny and orgasmic at the same time. I want, no, I need more but I feel like I’m coming. I want him to fuck me hard but I want him to be slow.
Marco feels like velvet thrusting in and out of me, caressing me inside with a soft steel. I rock back against him finally getting lost in the feelings. I’m coming. I started to come as soon as he started to move inside me. The intensity is slow, warm and fuzzy and it’s endless, going on and on.
He moves a hand to slide two fingers around my clit, stroking it in rhythm to
the movement of his hips then one of his fingers begins to flick it underneath.
“Aaaaaarrghh!” I scream with the power of my orgasm as it explodes.
My heart starts pounding hard, my whole lower region begins to shake, and, I can’t believe this, I begin to pee.
“Oh, my God, Marco, I’m peeing.” I feel it dribbling down my legs. I am so shocked. Nothing like this has ever happened before. I don’t feel like I’m peeing. It’s just coming out of me like a constant trickle in a leaky faucet.
“No, you’re not, baby. You’re squirting. Just enjoy it.” He continues to gently fondle my clit with his fingers as his cock plays my pussy the way a bow plays a violin.
I keep coming and coming. My body is a slave to Marco. I have no control over myself, and the intensity of it feels like I’m being erotically electrocuted.
Finally his fingers leave my clit and grab my hips, digging into my soft flesh. I hear something like a growl coming from him as he begins to pound into me. He’s not holding back anymore. Three strokes and he buries himself holding my ass to him.
“Holy fuck, Elizabeth!” It’s almost a roar and I think it’s sexy as hell.
Marco collapses and pulls us both onto the bed as my legs almost give out. He covers me in soft kisses as I lie motionless, completely spent from the strength of that nonstop orgasm and stimulation, and I’m still high from it all. Marco guides me to my back, spreads my thighs and gently removes the clamp.
“Oh, no, Marco, I made everything wet,” I say as I slowly come back to reality. I feel embarrassed. I don’t care if he said I squirted. I’ve never done it before. Is it possible for someone to do it randomly without any indication that they’re capable of doing it? Is it just as simple as the proper stimulation and manipulation to make it just come out? Using the clit clamp is incredible but what if this happens every time we use it? Will I be okay with squirting?
“Baby, the duration and intensity of your orgasm made you squirt. It’s a beautiful thing. It’s a good thing not bad. All we have to do is change the comforter.”
“Really?” I am somewhat relieved but still embarrassed. I knew I was coming hard but I didn’t realize how hard.
“Come, let’s go to the bathroom. I’ll get you a washcloth and you can clean up while I change the bed.”
“Okay, I’m so sorry.” I know I must look sheepish as I follow him with my head down.
“Sorry? Are you kidding me? I made you squirt, love. That is amazing!”
I raise my eyes to him and a slow naughty smile spreads across my face. “Yeah, that is pretty cool, huh?”
He laughs and pulls me to him and I can’t stop the giggles bubbling up from me. My body is still highly sensitive from the intensity of what it just went through so my giggles turn into hysterical laughter as the tears begin to roll down my face. Everything I’m feeling seems to be intensified. My satisfaction turns to extreme joy just like that and I can’t control my laughter, just as I couldn’t control my orgasm and my bodily functions. Marco continues to hold me, stroking my body, soothing me, smiling and chuckling but I think he understands what I’m experiencing so he’s continuing to keep me grounded. I have a feeling that my laughter could turn into sobs like flipping a switch. I can feel the desire to sob tugging at me but I haven’t crossed over that emotional line yet. I get a grip on myself as the laughter subsides and I take a couple of deep breaths.
“Whew.” I shake my head a little to clear it.
Marco pulls back a little and looks into my face.
“Better?” He’s smiling but he’s so sincere.
“Yes, much, I think I won’t turn into a blubbering mess anymore. Wow!”
He laughs softly. “You’re a beautiful blubbering mess and I’m going to turn you into one every chance I get.”
When I finish in the bathroom and come back to bed he has changed the comforter and set a bottle of water on the nightstand for me. I slide in and wrap my body around his naked warmth. I don’t have the energy to do anything else so my body just melts into his.
“Rest, love.”
I don’t argue with him. I’m feeling completely spent and wonderfully and thoroughly fucked beyond satisfaction and I wonder if there’s a contented smile on my face.
Through my foggy mind, sleep is already coming to tuck me in. I hear Marco saying something to me. “I’ve got to meet Brian in the morning. I’ll be home as quick as I can.”
I try to answer him although I’m not sure my reply is intelligible.
I was already sleeping.
Chapter Thirteen
Marco
“Brian, you spoke with him at the party the other night?”
We’re sitting outside at Port City Java in Porters Neck. With the information that Brian believes he has, we thought it was best to meet somewhere out of the way where there wouldn’t be any crowds or anyone who would want to eavesdrop on our conversation.
“Yes, he and my dad are old friends. He came up to me and asked me about you. When he did that I thought it was a little odd, even though you are the wonderboy of the moment.”
“And you’re sure what he told you is valid?”
“He’s the fucking mayor, Marco, of course it’s valid!” Brian shakes his head laughing at my question.
“I know he’s the mayor. I just want to make sure he doesn’t have his dick in a knot about someone and is dragging me in it to do his dirty work.”
Brian leans closer resting his arms on the table.
“I get where you’re coming from but these boys used to go fishing together at the local watering hole growing up. It’s good between them. I have no doubt he’s not blowing anything out of proportion in order to get a leg up in his political career.”
“You’re right. Now it’s all a power trip to see who can scale that ladder first using these guys as their players. It’s obviously me against them. The teams are starting to form and the players are starting to come out on the field. It’s time to play ball. They are so fucked. I don’t give a shit who it is; they are going down.”
I have not felt so much anger and betrayal in a very long time, but I think the betrayal is the worst. Power is one thing. Loyalty and honor are something entirely different.
“I’m calling our first player to come and join us,” I say as I take out my wallet to call the councilman.
Elizabeth
What a beautiful morning, I can’t remember feeling so happy before I’ve even woken up. I roll over to squeeze Marco but I find the bed is empty…again. What was it that he told me last night as I was falling asleep? I bury my face in his the pillow and hug it close to me, breathing him in deeply. He smells so good and his scent is stirring feelings inside me making me moan out loud. I feel like Scrooge when he woke up Christmas morning. The elation I feel is almost bursting from me; it makes my heart swell. It’s amazing what incredible sex can do for a person.
Releasing the Marco imposter I’m clutching, I head to the bathroom. I’m so happy today I could kiss that homeless woman who shows up in the mirror sometimes.
“It’s even nice to see you this morning! Muuaaaaahh!” I greet my friend in the mirror, laughing at myself and this picture. I don’t care; life is beautiful.
I clean myself up. As I’m sitting on the commode I look down at my clit as I hold myself open. You are a powerful little thing, aren’t you? I think. What the hell is wrong with me? One orgasm, no, it was a constant-earth-shattering-mind-blowing-only-written-in-books-orgasm and Marco gave it to me, and I’m turning into Snow White talking to all kinds of crazy things. I want to feel him close, have him on my skin, so I decide to go in the closet and find the next best thing, one of his shirts. I might just take it hostage and bring it home with me so I can curl up with him whenever I want.
When I get to the kitchen I realize I’m alone in the condo. Then I remember again that Marco said something last night as I was falling asleep but I can’t remember what that was. Looking around I see a note sitting on top of my teacup.
Good morning my sexy thing, I’m meeting with Brian this morning, be home as soon as I can. M
My first note from Marco. I feel like a kid. I want to hug myself.
Taking my tea I step around the counter and wonder what I can do while I’m waiting for him. Maybe I can help him find a place to hang my portrait. I am speechless at the me Marco captured in the photo. That woman is a siren, a stunning passionate woman oozing desire for her lover. And that woman is me and her lover is Marco. Any woman would be passionate about Marco but I still can’t get over that I could look that…beautiful.
Entering his office I set my cup down on his grandfather’s antique desk then I enter the large walk-in closet to look for the portrait. This closet is practically empty. It just contains some boxes Marco hasn’t unpacked yet and some other things he has taken out of boxes but hasn’t found a home for in the condo yet. There’s my portrait sitting close to the front propped up against the wall on the floor. I glance around to see what other things he’s got in here, taking this opportunity to get a glimpse of the Marco before me, to see this man possibly a little bit differently. I hope I’ll find some things from his childhood as an image of a ten-year-old Marco comes to mind. I envision him in the front of the pack of his friends throwing stones at an old abandoned house and they get caught, and they run like the wind. What a naughty bunch of boys he and his friends must have been.
A box of identical size portraits catches my eye in the corner facing the wall. I wonder if they’re family portraits. Why did Marco need things to hang on his wall if he has some right here? I walk over to them and pull one out.
Holy!
Fuck!
Everything stops and I feel the bottom drop out from underneath me. All the air has been sucked from the space and there is a whooshing sound in my head as I freeze, staring at the image I’m holding trying to register it. It’s a woman tied spread eagle on a bed and wearing nipple clamps. She is beautiful, blonde and curvy, but what is most striking is the look of intense desire on her perfect features. I set it down and take out another one. Fuck! This one is a stunning brunette also tied but on her knees and elbows and she’s blindfolded, her back is arched and her head is thrown back. Her mouth is open, and she’s obviously in the throes of pleasure. I pull the rest of them out one by one. There are six of them in total, all of them drop-dead gorgeous women, all in different but similar degrees of bondage on a bed. One has distinct red markings crisscrossing her tan flesh, which I can assume were made by her Dom Marco. My heart stops and my knees buckle. This is the one that really hurts, the one that cuts right through me. Liana. This one makes it very real. I knew she was beautiful but this is erotic perfection. She is standing and naked, her arms are tied above her head hanging from a wrought iron hook, her eyes are half closed, and her mouth is slightly open. Her skin is flushed and her lips are pink and full, as if from heated kisses from her lover. They’re beckoning to him to come and quench her hunger. She has red markings on her pale skin. These are long and thin and a bit more pronounced than the markings on the other woman in her picture. This is so surreal, I feel as if I’m experiencing this from somewhere out of my body, detached and removed.
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