by Vremont, Ann
Chapter Sixteen
Walt hesitated, his house keys out but frozen an inch from the deadbolt. “She could still be inside,” he cautioned.
Bryce lightly scratched her chin as she thought it over. “If she is, she’s likely to bite,” Bryce joked. “So, you take her wrists and I’ll take her ankles.”
She could see the tension that had built during the drive back begin to ease from him. He arched one fine black brow at her—the one with the little scar.
“Just how nefarious is your plan?”
“Oh…I thought we’d just sit her on her butt in the middle of the parking lot,” Bryce answered. “My aunt used to drag my cousin out into the middle of the front yard when he’d throw a tantrum—said it was too good a show for the neighbors to miss.”
“So there’s more than just the maiden aunt in your family tree?”
His tone was teasing but his gaze drilled into her. He had tried once or twice this weekend to get her to talk about her family despite being silent on his. Now that he had opened up, was he expecting her to do the same?
“Why don’t we see what we have to deal with inside before you quiz me on my family?” She followed the suggestion with a smile, though the idea of explaining how and why she broke all contact with her family when she turned eighteen clawed a hole in the lining of her stomach.
“Good point.” Adopting a mock S.W.A.T. stance, he asked, “Do you want to go in high, or low?”
“High.” No way was she crouching in a skirt.
“Well, I don’t know about that, you could take it in the chest.”
“I’d rather take it in the bedroom,” she shot back. “Plus, she’s short—you’re more likely to take it in the head going in low.”
“Another good point.” This time he scratched his chin. “Maybe we should go to your place instead.”
Not unless Erato had popped in with a cleaning crew of pixies since the last time. “I’m pretty sure your mother is gone by now, aren’t you?”
He shrugged. “Probably, but I’ve never actually been inside your place.”
Bryce took the keys from Walt and unlocked the deadbolt and doorknob. “It’s a typical grad student mess, I promise.”
“And next week?” He still hesitated on his doorstep.
“The official student handbook says I don’t have to clean until the degree is in hand—particularly since I’ll be looking for a full-time job.” Bryce opened the door since he obviously wasn’t going to do it.
Stepping inside, the apartment seemed blissfully Artemesia free. Bryce crossed to the kitchen, peeking in cupboards and drawers. “Nope, not here.” She went to the bedroom and opened the door.
“Uhm…did you make your bed after we…uhm…well, you know?” she asked. Walt didn’t answer and she looked at him. He still stood just inside the front door. “Scaredy cat,” she hissed. “Did you make up your bed?”
He shook his head.
“Ewww.” She shuddered and the teal georgette sleeves of her dress fluttered in a ripple from her shoulders to wrists. “That’s just not right.”
“She’s…erasing…you.” His lips were pressed tight, the upper one all but invisible. His jet black hair had fallen around his face. With the broad, flat length of his nose and darkened green gaze, he looked like a panther.
Like a panther protecting his mate, Bryce thought. A deep thrill worked its way to the surface of her skin and spread out in a wave of goosebumps. She leaned against the bedroom doorframe, half hidden.
“Then let’s un-erase me,” she challenged and slowly disappeared from view.
As she moved to sit at the foot of the bed, she could hear his approach. Unrushed. Determined. She heard him unbuckle his belt and the sliding “fwip” as he pulled it through the belt loops. The sound was forceful—dangerous from the tension that held him. There was an ecstatic contraction of cunt and nipples, and she moaned the second before he turned the corner and came into view.
The belt was coiled in on itself, and he moved to place it on his dresser. Something must have shown in her hazel gaze because he turned back to her and tossed the belt onto the bed. Bryce licked her lips. When he closed his eyes and mirrored her action, she shivered. Then he opened his eyes and she was sure he could see through her clothing to the hard nipples and wet pussy.
“Take your top off.” He held his arms stiff and she could see his tension in the way he clenched and unclenched his hands.
Bryce grabbed the sequined hem and stripped the top away, slowly at first, and then all at once at the sound of his impatient growl. Walt leaned over, almost against Bryce but not touching her as he reached for the belt.
“Hands out, wrists together.”
She obeyed, trembling with the need to touch him but waiting for his command to do so. Her readiness surprised her. She’d seen bondage photos before, read a story or two. They’d all left her dry. But now she was drenched with the need to have him dominate her.
Walt looped the belt tightly around her wrists and then firmly stuck a finger between her lips. She opened her mouth when he pushed down, and he stuck part of the belt strap between her teeth so that she effectively was tethered to herself. He slipped out of his shoes and stripped his pants and briefs away. Cock jutting forward, he stepped between her legs and pushed her skirt up high enough that she could spread her legs. Lightly running his fingertip along the back of one of her bound hands, he gave her permission to touch him.
Bryce wrapped her hands around his thick shaft. She began stroking him, her whole body pitched forward with need. He grabbed her head, tilting it back until she looked into his olive green gaze. The strap was tight against her chin and she had to strain to keep her hands around his cock. With his fingers still playing in her bound hair, he took the pins out singly and tossed them on the dresser behind him. She could feel her hair falling feather light around her shoulders. Walt kept one hand knotted in her soft tresses, dropping the other to knead her breasts. He simultaneously explored her nipple and tolerance with pinches that grew harder and longer, while her soft groans begged for more.
He pushed her hands away and forced her to stand, the belt strap still in her mouth. Her forearms grazed her over-stimulated nipples, making it hard for her to stand still. Seeing the source of her distress, he only teased them to harder points. Letting go of her hair, he dropped his head and rapidly flicked the swollen buds with his tongue before he swept each one into his mouth in turn. She squirmed and he moved both hands to her hips. Increasing the pressure of his tongue and lips on her breast, he drew her tighter to him and closer to the edge of orgasm. Her whole body trembled beneath the rough pleasure of his mouth.
She arched against him, pleading with her body for him to end the torture and bring her to climax.
Releasing Bryce at last, he stripped her skirt down, groaning at the sight of the garters and button-sided panties Erato had dressed her in.
“That’s just evil,” he panted.
She watched him as he bent his knees and tensed his stomach muscles so that the tip of his cock pushed against her panties. Just the thin fabric prevented him from touching her clit. He nuzzled her neck, his fingertips tracing the top edge of the garters before moving down over their straps, front and back. He pushed the fabric of her panties aside and eased the head of his erection between her labia. Tracing the lace edging of the underwear with one hand, he used the other to rub his cock head up and down her clit. Then he pushed further down, teasing the circle of her cunt. Her pussy was a raw slit of need, and she pictured her juices coating his cock and fingers.
“Brycie, you’re so wet for me now,” he said, running his hand back up to her clit, slickening the throb of flesh with her cream before pushing the hood in small circles. With his free hand, he unbuttoned one side of the panties. He switched hands, dipping back into the pocket of her cunt, teasing the tight circle and then rubbing his cock over her clit again while he unbuttoned the other side. Removing Bryce’s panties, he left her garters, hose a
nd pumps on.
Pressing gently on her shoulders, he had her sitting perched at the edge of the bed. He moved to her side, standing with one foot on the floor and one knee on the mattress. He took the belt from her mouth and pulled her hands over her head, wrapping the belt’s end around his fist. His cock was at mouth level and he had her twisting at the torso to suck him in while she kept her pump-clad feet flat on the floor.
He brushed the tip of his wet cock against her mouth, whispering her name when she opened to accept it. She started with small licks, cleaning her honey from the dark shaft, her tongue traveling its length, swirling at the top and the small circle where her juice and his pre-cum mixed. When she took the head into her mouth, she felt the belt strap twist tighter, and Walt pulled her forward, forcing her to take more of his cock.
“Hold your legs open, Brycie,” he ordered. She obeyed, knowing that he only had to make a slight turn of his head and her cunt would be on display to him in the dresser mirror. “You said you could get off just with the contractions.”
Gawd, the way his cock filled her mouth, slick and hot, she was close to getting off without any other stimuli. Still sucking him, she gave a throaty “Yes”, her answer vibrating against his shaft. He swelled bigger, his ass and thighs tensing with restrained pleasure.
“Show me,” he ordered.
*****
When she moaned against him, Walt almost came. His gaze snapped from the shiny salmon-colored slash of pussy to her cherry red lips as she worked his cock. “Show me,” he repeated, cinching her more tightly to him before turning to stare in the mirror.
She slid her ass forward on the mattress until she hovered half off the edge. Tucking her heels beneath the bed’s frame, she kept her pussy spread wide. The inner muscles of her thighs trembled with the effort of maintaining the position, and one breast pushed against his leg as she strained to keep her mouth firmly around his shaft.
There, the first contraction, her hole sliding up and almost disappearing between her labia until she relaxed the muscles. She did it again, this time syncing her mouth to the movement of her cunt.
Perfection. Walt sighed. She had given herself over completely, her trust unconditional. He watched her breast jiggle lightly as she sucked him. The marks were still there, where he had claimed her not only for himself but for their children, too. Her strokes and contractions came faster and he locked his gaze on the reflection of her pussy. His mark was there, too, in the exposed fold of her thigh.
Bryce was moaning now, sucking and humming him to the edge of climax as her labia began to flutter and jump. Her exposed nipple was hard, drawn tight so that thick ridges lined the areola. She flexed her ass and thighs now, too, her whole body participating as she breached the threshold of her climax. Fresh cream trickled from her, sliding from her tight pussy and down her perineum to make the bright pucker of her ass glisten with lust.
Walt jerked, coming down her throat. She took him in greedy gulps as she continued to roll the muscles of her ass and perineum. She had him worked up with the beautiful splay of her cunt. He jerked again and knew there was another burst waiting behind the second. Something that had grown hollow without his realizing it filled with each pump of cum into her sweet, accepting mouth.
Spent, he released his grip on the belt and guided her down onto the bed. He took the strap off her wrists and rubbed away the light red band marking her skin.
“You’re not afraid I’ll run away?” she asked.
“Not when you’re so eager to stay tied up.” He could feel confidence shape his smile. “And, as deranged as I’m afraid it might sound—I would have to stalk you if you ran away.”
She raked her fingers through his hair and tugged at the roots. He followed the pull, rolling on top of her.
“Like a gorgeous black panther stalking his mate?” she asked.
She was breathing hard and a playful glimmer in her eyes told him she would welcome the chase. He slid down the bed to where her knees were still bent over the edge, her legs loosely closed. He parted them, his knees touching the ground at the same time his lips passed over her naked pussy.
He blew once against the exposed clit in warning. “Or his meal.”
*****
Sweet Jesus, he was going down on her again. Bryce felt his tongue spooning and licking the cream from her slick cunt. She was drunk from the pleasure of it, wondering how she could have spent the first eleven years of sexual maturity without the sweet torture of a man’s mouth locked to her pussy. But then she’d never met a man like her Walt.
He amplified his assault, sliding into her two fingers wide. He inserted a third finger, flexing them inside her as he stroked deep and laved her clit. She knotted her fingers in the silky black strands of his hair, her thumbs pressed against his temples as she controlled the position of his head. There was nothing so good, she thought, moaning and wriggling against his mouth, as having a man three fingers deep inside you while he sucked and licked at your clit.
Bryce locked her ankles behind him, felt the firm resistance of his muscled thighs against the heel of her pumps. She moved to kick the shoes off but he caught her leg with his free hand and put her foot back in position. She teased him with the threat of more pressure from the heels. Drawing her legs tighter, she cinched his mouth to her pussy.
Releasing his hair, she massaged her breasts and hips before she rose into a sitting position. She flung one arm behind her for support, arching her back and pressing the palm of her other hand against the back of Walt’s head. His fingers were buried to the knuckles inside her and he kept flexing them, stretching the ring of her cunt wider.
She looked at their locked bodies in the mirror. His was hard, chiseled, the heel of her pumps cupping just below his tight, muscled ass. His shoulders were broad, forcing her legs wide and making her perineum contract so that she was clamped down on the thick triangle of his thrusting fingers. She was soft, lush, her body rolling as she rode his mouth and hand. It was the first time she had ever become aroused from looking at her naked reflection. The sight pushed her over the edge and she curled around him, begging him to keep fucking her while she came.
The force of her climax had Bryce squeezing her eyes shut. She felt the spread of fire leaving her cunt, simultaneously traveling down her thighs and up over her stomach. Her toes and face went numb as he wrenched another climax from her. She was filling his hand with cream, her pussy slurping his fingers back into her. And then it was more than just three fingers in her cunt. He had worked his pinkie in and was halfway down his palm. He rotated his hand until his thumb was pressed against the quiver of her ass.
“Yes,” she moaned, thinking of the thick tip of his thumb invading her netherhole. It would be a delicious prelude to his cock possessing her there. She wiggled against his thumb, trying to relax her muscles enough that they would allow it in. “Yes,” she panted again.
Walt pushed into her, his fingers stilling in her cunt while the tip of his thumb pressured the tense ring of her ass into admitting him. Another firestorm spread across her flesh and Bryce tossed her head back. His thumb was completely in her, the rest of his hand stretching her cunt as he was forced to pull out to the wide base of his knuckles. She wanted to grind her way to oblivion, but knew she could easily injure herself in her eagerness.
It’s just so damn good, she thought as she collapsed onto the mattress, vision graying as she jerked in climax.
Chapter Seventeen
“Brycie, love, are you okay?”
Walt’s voice was tender, concerned, and she could feel him brushing the hair away from her face.
“Brycie, baby, answer me.”
Her eyelids fluttered open. “I’m fine—great,” she corrected. “I think maybe I passed out.”
“Passed out?” More concern, his tone bordering on incredulous. “From what?”
“From you,” she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him to her in a kiss, tasting her own juices. She deepened the ki
ss, tasting more of herself as she ran her tongue along Walt’s and sucked at his lips. “Don’t tell me you never made a girl pass out before?” she asked.
“No—another first.” He kissed her mouth, nose and forehead before pushing away. “I’ll be right back.”
Bryce closed her eyes and quickly fell into a light sleep while he was out of the room. She woke to him gently caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers.
Seeing her eyes open, he moved down and unhooked her hose from the garter belt. He rolled the silk hose down her leg, stopping to take the pumps off before continuing. Then he unfastened the garter belt, coaxing her to raise her hips so that he could remove it completely.
“Now,” he said. “Up under the covers with you.”
“Are you coming with me?” She mumbled the question as she slowly rolled onto her stomach and crawled up the bed. She was bone tired again, the exhaustion claiming her body absolute.
“Just a few heart beats away from joining you,” Walt assured her as he pulled the quilt across her.
Blinking, trying to keep awake, she saw him gather their clothes from the floor and fold them into neat piles that he placed on top of his dresser. He left the room and she could hear him double checking that the front door and sliding glass patio door were locked. He turned off the lights in the rest of the apartment, then came back to the bedroom, turned that light off, and joined her in bed. She snuggled with her back to him, his arm around her waist and his lips pressed against her shoulder.
Now all she had to do was write a damn short story and turn it in to Professor Hardy and the world would be perfect.
*****
The paper! Bryce’s eyelids flew open and she eased herself far enough off the mattress that she could see the alarm clock. It was already a quarter past midnight, and she had a minimum of six thousand words to write and turn in by two p.m.
She rolled over and lightly shook Walt. He compressed at her touch and tried to nestle deeper between the soft cushion of her body and the mattress. His hand cupped her bottom, drawing them closer together.
