by Ella James
I’m throbbing now. Aching inside. I want to be full of him. I want him to stuff that gorgeous cock deep inside me. I know it might hurt again, but I don’t care. I want it so much, I can feel my nipples harden.
I watch the top of his dark head as he leans down and starts to lick me—long, slick, gentle strokes that start light as a feather on my swollen clit and increase in pressure as he drags his tongue through my lips. He pushes the tip of it inside me and I moan and try to—
“Fuck!” My hands! I can’t grab him. I roll my hips beneath him and he raises his eyes. “Leah, that was bad. You broke the rules.”
He licks me once more, dragging moisture from my opening to the forbidden area below, then surprises me by getting up, reaching across the bed.
He opens a little black box I hadn’t noticed before and pulls out something small and rubbery, followed by a bottle of lubricant.
He squirts a pearl of it onto his fingertip and flicks his gaze at me.
“Stay still from now on,” he orders.
Then he comes back in between my legs and smears the lube from in between my wet lips, down over my core—where he takes a brief detour inside me with his fingertip—and down lower. I feel his finger against my asshole and I gasp.
And then I gasp again.
“Oh my God.” I jerk my hips. “It burns!”
My cunt is lighting up, tingling. I can feel the blood rushing to the area. As I squirm, he smirks, and I watch through dazed eyes as he gets more. He doesn’t touch my pussy this time, just spreads my asscheeks and smears it over me there.
“What are you—”
“Quiet,” he growls.
He holds up the small, black plastic thing, shaped vaguely like a bullet, and smears the lube on it. He pushes it into my pussy, whirls it around, and licks my slit a few more times, until I’m panting.
Then, with his mouth still on me and his tongue still twirling all around my pulsing clit, he spreads my cheeks again, pushes against my puckered entrance, and looks up into my eyes.
“Bare down a little,” he whispers against my cunt lips. “Trust me, Lea, you’ll like this. Just relax.” He strokes his tongue up and down me again, and I feel the pressure increase at my asshole.
I press down against it, and then cry out as I feel it burst inside me.
Oh my God, it’s thick—and hard. I wiggle my ass a little, trying to get used to it, but there’s no getting used to this.
“God!” I grunt. I feel so…filled up. Sort of hurts, but…sort of doesn’t.
His tongue distracts me for a moment, worshipping my clit. I feel my pulse pound there. Combined with the…presence inside my ass, I’m not sure what to focus on. I writhe.
He chuckles.
“Leah…Leah, Leah…”
He pushes his tongue into my cunt, stretches it as deeply as he can, and flicks against the inside of me. I gasp and rock my hips into his face.
“Your cock,” I gasp.
He stops, looks up, and grins. “Are you saying that you want my cock?”
He stuffs two fingers into me. “Oh…yes. Oh yes, please.”
He taps the outside of the plug, and I feel it vibrate inside. “Please, fuck me,” I whimper.
He starts to trace around my clit with his fingertip, while his other hand palms his big, stiff cock and starts to stroke up toward the head of it.
He squeezes hard, and I think I see the color of it darken just a little. Then he strokes back down, bouncing a little just above his balls.
“Oh Leah.” Dazed eyes meet my own. “You’ve got me so hard. Ready. I’m going to fuck you now, Leah. Close your eyes.”
I do, and I can feel the tingle of the lube he put on me. I can hear the tearing of a wrapper. I peek my eyes open to see him roll a condom over his huge head.
Then he’s pushing in between my lips, thrusting harder, till it hurts and I cry out. “Relax,” he whispers, stroking my arm. The feel of his fingers on my arm brings me immediately back to someplace safe. I pant a little as he pushes deeper into me.
“Oh God,” I shiver.
He pushes in a little more, and I gasp.
“All of me,” he grits, and I scream as he thrusts so deep, my body is rocketed toward the headboard.
I moan as he starts to rock his hips and thrust into my pussy. God! I’m nothing but a warm, wet pussy stretched around him. He’s so hard. So long. He feels so good inside me. I feel my hips rise up to meet him, and I jerk against my binds, because I want to touch him too.
“Relax,” he tells me. “Close your eyes.”
His hand strokes over my belly, giving me chills. “I want you to enjoy this, Leah. Feel me inside you.”
“You’re…so big,” I whimper.
His lips quirk up a little. “Every inch of me is yours.”
“Yes.”
He holds onto my hips and closes his eyes as he thrusts into me, moving slow at first, then gradually faster. His thumb starts to trail over my clit, and I push against him, wanting his cock pressed deep inside me, needing to take in all of him.
He speeds up his rhythm and grabs my hip, holding me in place while he pounds me. When my eyes flutter, I see his lips pressed together and his eyes squeezed shut.
“Leah,” he moans.
I clench around him, and he moans again.
He strokes his thumb over my clit, then reaches around behind our joined bodies until his long finger is tapping on the plug.
I moan, and he’s playing in my wetness again, circling my throbbing clit while he shoves his cock so deep into me.
“Come for me Leah, fucking come for me.”
The sound of his dusky voice, the heat in his eyes, the hardness of his cock—all converge on me and I gasp as I come, harder than I ever have before.
He slides out of me slowly, and I notice he’s still hard.
“You didn’t—”
“Shhh.” He lays a finger over my lips and moves up by my right arm. I’m still panting as he releases my right wrist, then my left one from their binding. He tugs my arms, helping me up, and then, still moving on his knees, he pushes his cock toward my hands.
It’s hard, the balls below it drawn up tight. I can see the tension of arousal on his face.
“Take it in your hands,” he says in a low voice. “Stroke it with one, and with your other…” He brings one of my hands under and wraps my fingers around his balls. “You remember how I like it: hard.”
“Like this?” I shift my position slightly, reminding me of the plug inside my ass, and squeeze once, hard, wondering if I do it hard the first time, I won’t have to do it again.
“Yes,” he groans. I feel a rush of power and look up to find his face…rapt. So slack and relaxed. I tug again, more gently, and use my fingernails to claw him just a little as I squeeze. “That’s right, Leah. Harder” His eyes are shut, his mouth pressed together. I tug again, worried I’ll hurt him. He lets a long breath out, peeks his eyes open. “That feels good.” He rocks his cock against me. “Keep it up.”
When I start to stroke him as I pull his balls, he leans the other way, groaning as the tension of my tugs reaches a peak, then moving so far away I let him go. His eyes are dark now, dark and…somewhere else. I watch as he grabs the same black box my plug came from and pulls out a small, velvet bag.
“Not enough,” he explains, wrapping his hand around his cock. He grabs another condom—XL, I see—and fumbles with the package as he tosses me the velvet bag. “On your fingers,” he half-pants. He rolls the condom over his head and I admire his size and shape for a second before peeking in the bag. Inside is something…silver?
I dump the bag into my palm and frown at what I see. They look like…thimbles, but with claws at the end. Coldness seeps into my chest.
“You don’t mean…?” My eyes lift up to him. “You want me—”
“No questions,” he says darkly. He turns slightly away to get something else out of the box and I look at one of the…finger covers. Shit. I think he wan
ts me to…claw him.
“Lie down,” he orders.
I lie on my back, and he moves over me. He opens another package and pulls out something that looks like a napkin. “Close your eyes,” he tells me, “and relax. I’m gonna take this out.”
I close my eyes, but I can’t relax. One of his hands strokes my thigh, and the other one does something that makes the plug inside me…deflate?
I peek one eye open and find him smirking. “Pretty clever, huh?”
I laugh a little as he stashes it somewhere behind him and uses the damp towel he took from the wrapper to clean me off.
Then, with one hand around his dick again, he leans over me, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth and biting on it gently.
“You’re new at this,” he murmurs, nipping at me. “I don’t want to hurt you. Only pleasure for you, baby.”
I tilt my head back as he gives me just that, revving me up again by sucking my nipples. When I try to grab at his head, he moves my hands away.
Finally, I’m panting, wet between my legs again and needing him inside. He seems to know just when; he straightens over me, displaying his gorgeous cock again, and starts to drag his fingers through my wet slit.
“I can’t wait to be inside this warm pussy.” He strokes some moisture from my cunt up toward my clit, and I shiver at the sensation.
He rolls around my clit a few times, till I’m gasping. Then he pushes the head of his cock in.
“Ah.”
“You like it,” he says.
“Yes.”
“You want it.”
He pushes in a little more.
“Yes.”
When he’s halfway in, and I’m lifting my hips toward him, he stops and reaches up. He starts to pluck the claws out of the covers and place them on my fingertips. Then he shoves the rest of the way in, drops his head down by my neck, and buries himself even deeper than before.
God, he’s so deep inside me, we feel like one person.
“Claw my back,” he whispers to my skin, “and do it hard.”
I wait for him to start thrusting again, hoping I can somehow distract him, so I won’t have to do it. But he stays still.
“Go on,” he orders.
I drag the claws lightly over his shoulders, and he looks down at me. “Hard, Leah. It’s supposed to hurt.”
I bite my lip. Tears fill my eyes, blurring my view of him. This is it, I think, panicked. This is when he’ll send me on my way again. But I can’t do it. I just can’t. His back is bruised and scarred and cut, and I can’t do it. I care about him, and I can bend some…but I’m not a sadist.
“Edgar…”
I can’t even call him Hansel, because this man isn’t. I’m not even sure he remembers last night, the night he spent with me.
Disappointment seeps through me. His face tightens as he notices my tears.
“Close your eyes, Leah.”
My voice breaks. “I can’t.”
I buck under him, pushing him off me, and roll away. I rise up on my knees and place both hands on his bare chest.
“Lie down.” My voice shakes. “Please.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lucas
My pulse is pounding. So is my cock. I look at her and wonder what the fuck she’s thinking.
She urges me down onto my back, and I do it. I’m finding I’ll do almost anything she wants. With one hand on my thigh, as if she has the strength to keep me down, she reaches behind her, and I watch curiously as she pools some of my warming lubricant in her palm.
If she thinks riding me will somehow replace what I asked her to do, she’s wrong, but it would feel fuck good; extending my hard-on’s life will start to hurt progressively worse now that it’s gone on this long, so I’m not complaining there, either. I need to discipline her for disobeying, but I’m too curious to do anything but lie and watch her. I can punish her afterward. Find a way to get her used to hurting me. If I tie her pleasure to it, too, she’ll grow to like it. They all do eventually.
I watch with hooded eyes as she reaches for my cock. It throbs in anticipation of her touch.
Her hand hovers above me, and her eyes hold onto mine.
“Can you trust me, too?” she whispers.
My heart hammers. What?
She looks down, and I feel her knuckles graze my balls. She rolls them in her palm, and I groan. Fuck; I may come vanilla style if she keeps on kneading them like that.
I jerk as her mouth closes around my cock and she starts to suck me off. My breaths quicken and the pressure building in my cock is making me want to be inside her pussy.
Her finger trails down my taint, and I’m so fucking horny, I grab the back of her head and push myself deeper down her throat. I don’t meet many women who can take all of me, but Leah’s damn near close.
I start to pant…just like a fucking dog.
And then I feel her hand rove over my cock, balls, and down below, leaving a trail of tingly lube in its wake. She teases my ass, and I start to tell her ‘no’; I’m not an assplay guy, not with my ass anyway. The next heartbeat, she’s trying to push in.
I tense against her, lift my hips a little. “Leah, no.”
“Trust me,” she says. “Please.”
I grit my teeth. I can’t do this. Not even for her.
Except she keeps going. She wiggles her small fingertip inside, and a shudder rips through me.
Breathe, I tell myself.
For a fleeting second, I think I’ll try to keep her out; give the pain of that a try; I sure as fuck never have before. The next breath, and I know I can’t. Sometimes…before, I—
I bear down and let her in, fighting to stay sane by telling myself that she has no idea. She doesn’t even know what she’s—
“Fuck.”
She sinks her finger in, and the muscles in my lower belly start to tremble.
“Leah…”
“Hold on,” she whispers. She leans down and takes my cock back in her mouth, but I can’t let her keep it there. I shift my hips, I shove my palm against her forehead; I don’t know how the fuck this happened, but I—
“OH FUCK! LEAH. FUCK!” I wrap my hand around her head and sink my fingertips into her scalp as my ass lifts off the bed. “Oh fuck, oh fuckkkkkkk!”
Her…finger…
“Shit!”
She sucks my cock deeper into her throat, and I see fucking stars. Her finger straightens out again, and the tip of it—
“FUCK! FUCK! LEAH—fuck me.”
I think I feel her throat shake with laughter, but there’s no way to know for sure. All my senses—all five plus that extra fucking one, the karmic intuition or whatever the fuck—are focused on her little fucking finger.
“What’s it…” What’s it DOING?
I gasp as she brushes something deep down in my ass that feels…fucking incredible.
All I can hear is my own panting as she pushes further into me, and pleasure, so intense it almost feels like pain, makes my dick and balls hard as a fucking rock.
I’m panting, groaning.
“Leah. Oh fuck. Leah.” I clutch her head with both my hands. “It…” feels so good.
“Oh God!
Her finger in my ass—I fucking hate it. But what she’s doing… Panting. Whatever the fuck she’s…Jesus… I don’t fucking know but—
She brushes a little harder against it and I swear to God, my body lights up like a fucking star.
“FUCK!”
The fucking pleasure keeps on…shooting through me. I grind into the bed. I push against her, unable to believe this feels this way.
I thrust my dick into her throat and…explode…in a tidal wave of violent. Fucking. Bliss.
Sometime when my brain turns ‘on’ again, I lift my eyes open. Leah’s perched in front of me, wearing nothing but the teddy, sitting with her hands on her knees. Her mouth tucks up into a little smile.
I smile back at her, and then I feel her lay beside me; a second later, she starts to st
roke my arm.
“’S not the rules,” I murmur, curling over on my side.
These are not the rules that govern my lifestyle. I try to say that as I sink quickly into sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
Lucas
Eighteen Years Ago
I hold my report card up and smile for the camera. It’s a cheesy grin, even cheesier than the one I grinned for my third grade yearbook picture last week, but Shelly is behind the photographer, making silly faces and playing with this weird plastic chicken.
When the photographer is finished, it’s just me and her. We sit in the fold-out chairs in my school’s auditorium.
“You think someone will want me?” I ask her.
“How could they not? You look so nice today.” She ruffles my hair, and I can’t keep another cheesy grin from spreading across my face.
I hesitate a minute as we sit there, side by side. It’s quiet because it’s after school. In a minute, she will take me back to the Coles’ house, where I sleep in a little room that used to be a porch.
Finally I blow my breath out and work up my nerve. “You could still adopt me, you know. I’m not such a bad kid,” I joke.
“Not at all.” She rubs my hair. “But I’m not even finished with night school yet. I’m still a kid, like you.”
With my fingertip, I trace a heart on her back. “I think you would be a good Mom, Shelly.”
*
Fifteen Years Ago
I shift against the warm body beside me. I feel tired and sore. I crack my black eye open and see the blue curtain in front of me. I’m lying on my stomach, facing the emergency room curtain. As I come to, my back aches. I realize someone is definitely sitting beside me. I’m twelve now, almost thirteen, and I can tell when it’s someone good or bad. This is someone good. It’s probably Shelly. She’s going to be mad at me, just like at the police station last week.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter.
The asshole at my house this time likes to hit me, so I kicked him in the nuts. He smacked me with a crowbar, for being a “little shit.”
“I know you said I don’t need to get in any more trouble, or else no one will ever take me. I think I’m being removed from this house, right?”
