Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance)

by Cross, Skylar

  Just like I suspected, my panties swish aside and his tongue is where it should be. He laps my pussy juices directly from the source, teasing and probing my folds. His saliva and my stream become one.

  I rub my chin over the length of his cock under the shorts. It feels even more massive today than the last time I saw it.

  Then I feel his tongue up my ass. Fine. Go for it. It's all yours. Do what you want with me.

  I rub myself around his balls as he piles deep into me. God, that's good! Fucker knows what he's doing. I'm not sure what he's hitting in my ass but it's sending nerve impulses straight to my clit.

  I nudge his cock with my chin. I have to get this bad boy out. I steady myself in the precarious position I'm in, careful not to dislodge his tongue from my asshole, and reach down to the band of his shorts. I tug upward to pull them down. The head of his dick is visible right there.

  Then, in an abrupt toss I'm flipping up in the air again. Then down onto a mat on my back.

  He stands above me and takes his shirt off. God, his body is amazing! He's a sculpted example of the perfect man. Giant hairless chest. Massive shoulders with deep trenches clearly defining the striations of his muscles. Small muscular waist. Zero body fat.

  My pussy gushes and throbs.

  Then his shorts are down, kicked aside. There it is! There's my glorious boy. As straight and as perfect as before. Even more beautiful in the sunlight.

  He gets on his knees and kisses my legs, pressing into the back of my thighs and my sides with his hands as he swirls his tongue all around them. It feels like he's trying to taste my skin.

  He pauses at my pussy to get a drink then moves up to my belly button. He licks my piercing and presses his tongue in there. I buck forward, pressing myself as hard as I can into him.

  My hands find his hair. God, how I've longed to push fingers through those messy strands! I feel his sweat on my palms from the sides of his head.

  Then he's at my breasts. He licks the left one all around, then the right one. I feel his teeth graze over my right hard nipple, zinging happy thrills all the way down to my feet.

  Then he's fully on top of me, his tongue back home in my mouth. He pulls back, looks at me with a feral lust, and then dives back in again. I return his kiss with the wild animal part of me that screams Mine!

  I reach to his sides and pull him up, then push him down. He takes the hint, sliding his massiveness all over my belly and around my pussy.

  I am so ready to be fucked by him but I'm loving the way he is so into my body. He licks the inside of my ear. He bites my collarbone. He travels his tongue the length of each arm to my hands then back up again.

  Then he flips me over... roughly. He's back down at my legs again. He presses his tongue hard into the back of my calves while his hands massage their way up the front of my thighs to my swollen pussy. He teases her a little with his fingers, then pulls my thighs with his hands so I go on my knees and my ass goes up with my cheeks spread.

  He spreads my pussy wide from behind and dives his face into it. I groan in pleasure.

  Then he licks up my taint and his tongue is back into my asshole, spreading and stretching it with his saliva.

  "Fuck!" I say.

  Whatever he's doing up there it feels delightful. If he wants to fuck me there, I'm all his. Anything to have his cum inside me.

  But he pushes me back down flat again, and travels his tongue into the small of my back. He moves upward along my spine, taking my arms and spreading them out into a cross.

  Then I feel his hot breath on my neck as he is completely on top of me. He wraps his legs around mine as I feel his cock massaging my entire ass crack from top to bottom. He rubs it there for a while, all the way up to my lower back and down again.

  He gets the tip to the entrance of my pussy and holds it there, moving himself up and down over my lips as he licks my neck and bites my left earlobe.

  Then I feel his tip against my asshole. He pushes a little and I feel the stretch.

  Oh God yes, I want it! Fuck my ass!

  I squirm and my fists clench. A stab of pain travels upward and I let out a grunt.

  He climbs off me and is gone. I see his feet disappear down the hallway. What the fuck?

  In a flash I see his feet return and the heat of his body back on top of me. Then I feel a cool wetness all around my ass.

  Ah, I recognize that. Lube!

  His fingers go inside my ass, massaging the lube all around. I love the sensation. He's just gentle enough, spreading me wide open.

  It was worth it. All of it. The snowstorm, the car crash. The silence. If I can just have this man's cum inside me, it will have all been worth it.

  Then he's back on top of me. He reaches down to my stomach, arching me upward. Following his lead, I tuck my knees under me and present my ass to him.

  With my head on the mat looking up at him, I see him gaze at me... lovingly? ... which is quickly replaced as I feel his cock smack against my ass.

  He's incredibly hard. He whacks my ass left and right, up and down, then presses in against my ass crack like he's trying to squish his cock.

  Then he teases my ass. He rubs his tip all around my hole. I feel myself opening wider, beckoning him in. I'm a little scared, but that makes it even more exciting.

  I find my hands reaching up and spreading my cheeks to give him better access.

  He presses into my asshole just a little then pulls out again, whacking the length of my crack. Then I feel more lube all around.

  Then more teasing as he moves in tiny circles around my rosebud.

  Then I feel a fullness that makes me gasp. Oh God, it's in! He's inside me! God yes!

  My anus stretches wide as I shout, "Fuuuck!" and hyperventilate a little. I'm sweating now.

  He pulls out again, that odd feeling of evacuation that I never associated before with sexy. But then I remember how hard I came that day in his office. My sphincter loosens a little as memories of the orgasm I had that day return.

  Then he presses into me again. My butt welcomes him in this time, wishing she had the suction power to vacuum him in.

  I scream as I feel myself stretching unbelievably. I shake. My hands leave my cheeks and smack down onto the floor to steady myself as I inhale deeply. There is some pain to the stretch, but it's a boundary-pushing delightful pain that I know now from experience will go away and melt into bliss.

  "Oh God!" I say. "God!"

  "How far do you think I'm in?" he says.

  "You have to be all the way!"

  "Not even half."

  My eyes go wide as I look up at him. He just smiles down at me. It's not a happy-go-lucky smile, either. It's a cruel smile.

  Then I feel fuller than I thought I could feel. The scale I was using to measure fullness is replaced by a much bigger scale.

  "Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod," I say as my confused rectum expands to accomodate its new friend. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

  I pound the floor.

  "Remember your safeword," he says.

  "I'm good," I say in a low grunt.

  I am good. Better than good. On some sort of an exquisite high. So penetrated. So bad.

  We stay like that for a few thousand years, his cock planted firmly and deeply in my ass.

  Then I feel his hot breath on my neck again. He kisses me softly and travels up to my ear, licking and nibbling all around. My body feels like a gel, melting and oozing under his touch.

  He goes over to my other side and kisses all around my right ear. I turn and meet his mouth with mine. We kiss, softly and gently. We are conjoined at both ends, his tongue pressing into the roof of my mouth as I feel the tip of his shaft nudging the wall of my colon.

  Then I gasp as my sphincter tightens involuntarily. I remember this with the butt plug. It's relaxing and getting used to the size of its intruder. Then it loosens and tightens again, squeezing him while sending rivulets of electricity all through me.

  The nerve endings in my fingers and toes
especially feel it. I don't know what connects them, but both seem to do a dance every time my ass tightens and loosens.

  "Don't ever leave my ass!" I say.

  He just laughs and presses himself further into me. My sphincter goes wild, communicating with my clit. I feel an orgasm building.

  Then he moves back slowly, setting fire to a million other nerves. I feel like I'm taking a monstrous dump.

  He's almost back out, but reverses and I feel my ass fill up again. I moan, putting my hands underneath me to raise myself up, impaling my butt backwards onto him until I feel his head pressing into my intestines again.

  So fucking amazing!

  Next time I move forward a little, helping him move back. He rams in a little harder this time, sending chills all through me as I take his eight inches to the hilt.

  My body is confused. It knows it's still wrong to take pleasure this way. Unclean. Ungodly. But maybe that's why it feels so fucking good!

  He picks up the pace and so do I. We have a nice back-and-forth going on now, his cock and my ass united as a force of pleasure.

  The pain is gone now. It's been replaced by a series of sensations that are all new and utterly joyous.

  Soon the rhythm increases and I am grunting at each thrust. I've seen girls in porn films supposedly enjoying this but I always assumed they were just acting. I'm sure some were, but now I know that just as many were feeling this raw happy paradise up their butts that I feel right now.

  Then he's out. My ass feels empty. Get the fuck back in there!

  I feel more lube being applied. I reach back around and put my fingers in. God, it feels wide enough to drive a truck through.

  Then he smacks my ass. A jolt of energy runs through me. Totally different sensation from a totally different source. And yet together with the new ones on the inside they make a delightful team.

  "Flip over!" he says.

  I get on my back. Without giving me a second, he grabs my thighs from underneath and lifts me from behind my knees, my pussy and ass up in the air.

  He dives his mouth down to my pussy, sucking and lapping. He sucks the hood of my clit. I groan with delight.

  As his tongue twists around my head, he inserts a finger in my ass and rubs all around. The intensity of my unspent orgasm increases.

  Then he presses his tongue firmly on the head of my clit, making inward motions that transmit pleasure pulses all around my body. A second finger enters my asshole. Maybe three, I can't tell.

  I buck and squirm. I can't take much more. I'm ready to come.

  Stop, Meghan! You're letting him get you off without him. Don't let him do it! You haven't gotten what you came for yet! You want his white river of spunk in me!

  He continues his torture, hitting spots in my ass that I never knew existed. While at the same time sucking my clit into wild rapture.

  "Fuuuuuuck!" I say with clenched teeth. "Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

  "Come for me, Meghan," he says.

  It takes all the force of my strong will to do what I do next.

  "No!" I say.

  He freezes and just stares at me. Time stops. The orgasm remains throbbing on the edge, unreleased.

  "No?" he says, with a cruel laugh.

  "That's right. No, men-tor!"

  That got him. An anger welled in his eyes.

  "You don't say no to me! You come when I tell you to!"

  My orgasm pleaded with me to release itself, but the old strong Meghan... the one who takes charge of the world around her... was back!

  "No!" I said. "I want you to come in me. In me!"

  The anger disappeared and he laughed again. Fucking jerk.

  "Meghan," he said. "I... I just can't..."

  "Fuck me!" I said. "Get back inside me and make me come with your sperm!"

  "Meghan..."

  "Fuck me!"

  "Meghan, you don't know what you're getting yourself into with me. I'm not normal."

  Normal. My favorite word.

  "Fuck me!"

  "Meghan!"

  I reached up and slapped his face.

  I saw a ferocity rise as his hand went up to hit me. I saw the seriousness in him, like a wild animal. He seemed to lose control of his breathing.

  He rapidly regained control of himself, stopping his arm before he struck me.

  "Meghan, don't do this," he said.

  I slapped him again.

  This time, he growled like a wild beast. Something animalistic and uncontrollable was rearing itself up in him.

  "You want to get fucked, little girl?'

  "Yes, mentor!"

  "You don't really want to get fucked by me! You don't!"

  "Yes I do! I want you to explode in me!"

  "No you don't! You don't want to see that part of me! It's dangerous!"

  I slapped him again.

  He raised his hand to me again.

  Then he was on top of me. Trying to control some sort of demon within, he put his nose to mine and growled while shaking.

  Then he got some control back.

  "Okay, little girl, you want to get fucked? I mean really fucked?"

  "Yes, mentor! Fuck me!"

  "You are so fucked, little girl! So fucked!"

  Then he raised my legs up to his shoulders and slammed his cock into my ass hard.

  Oops, that hurt.

  Then again.

  I screamed.

  The word folly popped in my head.

  But I'm not sure he would hear it. He was in some zone. He banged my ass like he wanted to hurt it.

  "Now you're really getting fucked, little girl!" he said.

  Oddly, I adjusted and my orgasm, which had slipped away, returned full force.

  He slammed in and out of my ass like a fucking machine, sending me to new heights of pain and pleasure. The world got very cloudy as I lost myself in this new and strange sensation.

  Then his hands were around my neck. His fingers pressed into my throat. I felt my breathing going.

  Shit.

  Folly.

  Folly is the word. Say it, Meghan.

  But I was in too much of a spiritual state to say it. Yes, spiritual. I felt like I was flying over the world as he pummeled and strangled me.

  He had transformed into something non-human. He was like some kind of prehistoric monster as he ripped into me with abandon.

  I can't help it.

  I come.

  And I come.

  And I come.

  I'm in a multiple explosion of excruciating and unmerciful bliss. I'm squirting too. I can feel it.

  Shit, I can't stop coming! It won't stop! I have to make it stop! I can't breathe!

  I feel the world slipping away. I feel life slipping away. Everything is going dark. The light is receding.

  And yet I keep coming! And coming! And coming!

  Folly.

  Folly.

  FOLLY!!!

  I gasp, taking in a huge amount of air. I cough and sputter, trying to get my breath back. I'm shivering all over. He's still on top of me, his hands out to his sides, his cock still in my ass.

  Then suddenly he stands up and falls backwards. He sits on the floor, his erect and still unspent cock pointing up at the ceiling. I can't move. I'm still having some aftershock tingles of orgasm.

  He breathes heavily while glaring back at me with a ferocious stare.

  Then he screams and gets up.

  He stands above me and I swear he's going to hit me. Instead he punches the wall, making a huge hole in the plaster. Then I hear his grunts fade as he saunters down the hallway.

  "Folly," I say again as I try to catch my breath. "Folly."

  Chapter 5

  I sat slumped down in the seat in his giant SUV. I looked out the window at the world returning to normal. The day after a big snowstorm is always an adjustment period.

  My head pounded. My ass burned. Both had taken a beating.

  We hadn't said a word on the drive so far. I'm not sure what it was that had happened to h
im. I know I didn't like it. Not just because he seemed to lose control, but because I hadn't accomplished my mission. He never came.

  We arrived outside my apartment building. There were three guys outside shoveling. My poor Sentra wasn't there. Probably in the junkyard by now.

  "Thank you for everything," I said.

  "Meghan," he said and grabbed my wrist.

  "Yes, mentor."

  "Meghan, I'm a damaged man. You shouldn't be near me. You think you want to be something you're not. You're actually a very good girl. We shouldn't see each other again."

  "Tristan," I said, surprised at how easily I said his name, "tell me! What is it? We can work through it. Whatever it is, you can fix it. I know you can. You're a strong man. You build companies, make millions of dollars, and then sell them. You can do anything!"

  "No, Meghan, that's where you're wrong. I can't beat this. I can't be normal. I've tried. I don't like what I become when..."

  "When what?"

  "When I..."

  "When you what? What the fuck?"

  "When I care for someone."

  "When you care for someone?" I felt a small mote of happiness from somewhere.

  "Yes, Meghan. When I care for someone, I can't help but become somebody else. Somebody I don't like. That out-of-control animal that you saw earlier."

  I touched his face, but he pushed my hand away.

  "Don't," he said. "Just don't. Go back to your boyfriend. Or find a new one. One that deserves you. You are a better person than you think you are."

  "Why? Because I answered an ad for submissive training? How is this type of relationship a bad thing? Maybe you're the one who needs to change the way you look at it."

  His glare pierced me with its intensity. Then he laughed.

  "You're very smart, Meghan. But I can't be in a normal relationship. Not even a normal dominant-submissive relationship. All I can do is what I do. Teach others to lead sexually fulfilled lives."

  "Because you can't lead a sexually fulfilled life."

  "Because I can't lead a sexually fulfilled life. Yes."

  "Why not?"

  "I can't get into details, Meghan. In fact, I won't get into details. But this is a very nasty world. A cruel and horrible world full of abusers at every corner. And I was a victim of two people who abused me in a very cruel way. At an age that nobody should be abused."