by Melinda Minx
She falls on top of me, and I tilt my head up and suck on her for all I’m worth. She screams and moans with abandon, and her hips gyrate wildly against my mouth.
As her orgasm hits its peak, she squirts hot juices all over my face. I open wide and slurp it up, digging my fingers into her ass to feel as much of her as I can.
When I’ve drank her dry, her gyrations subside into involuntary twitches, and she pants breathlessly, soon collapsing limply atop me.
We lay there for a long while, until my cock begins twitching and rising, rubbing up against her warm cheeks.
Fuck. What if I could keep her? I promised myself I never would do that with any woman. That I’d never tie myself down. I’m the one who ties women down, not the other way around. That initial rush is too much for me, and I can’t give it up. But Nicole Faria is something else. What if that rush never faded with her? And what if I fucked it all up by telling her that I’m going to leave her one day?
“Rock,” she says. “I didn’t know that could happen.”
“What?” I ask. “That you could cum so hard?”
“I...squirted.”
I laugh. Has Nicole never squirted, or is that just Betsy-Sue talking?
I open the drawer and see the two pairs of handcuffs I dropped off earlier. I pull one pair out and dangle it on my finger.
“What’s that?” she asks.
“In case you consider trying to run out on me again,” I say, flashing my teeth at her.
“I…” she stammers, “maybe we can just cuddle together. We both...um...finished already, didn’t we?”
“A pussy like yours is never finished, sweetheart, and my cock could go all night with you,” I confess, pressing the cuff through so it spins back around. I latch it shut just two or three notches, giving her the mental image of it slapping shut on her wrist.
“I don’t know,” she says. “I feel so...tired.”
“Nothing feels better than sliding my dick into a soaking wet hole,” I say, licking my lips. I wonder if I’m laying the American accent on too thick, but I figure it’s better than letting my real accent slip through. “And you’re ready now more than ever, so put a finger in there, sweetie.”
“I’ll never do that,” she says defiantly.
Nicole Faria wouldn’t disobey me like that, but Betsy-Sue has never agreed to follow my orders.
“You want me to do it for you?” I ask.
I grab her by the ankle and pull her across the bed until her ass is nearly hanging off the mattress.
“Okay,” she says. “I’ll do it.”
I watch as her hand slides down across her flat stomach, and then it runs across her outer lips. She makes a show of being uncomfortable and embarrassed as she slides her finger inside herself, but after she’s a few inches in, her face transforms to an expression of bliss.
“Oh,” she says. “How am I so wet?”
“You’re wet for one reason and one reason only,” I hiss. “And it ain’t for your dainty little finger to go in there.”
I grab my cock and shake it for emphasis. She gulps visibly.
“Now,” I say, holding the handcuffs in my other hand, “if you promise to let me fuck you good, I won’t cuff you.”
She slides her finger in and out of her channel, and nods to me.
“Is that a promise?” I ask.
“I promise...but you’re so big, Rock, please be gentle.”
“Gentle” isn’t really in Rock’s vocabulary, and I know that Nicole really wants me to get her saying “no,” so I grab her wrist and pull her finger out of her pussy, and then I pull both of her wrists back and pin them to the bed with my hands.
“Spread your legs,” I order.
“But—”
“Spread wide,” I say, more forcefully than before.
She spreads her legs, pulling her knees up and back.
I let go of her left hand. “This hand grabs your tit through your dress.”
She reaches up and squeezes her breast.
“No,” I say. “Reach through that little window.”
She slides her hand down through the hole.
“I always thought I’d be naked for my first time,” she says.
“With candles,” I say, mocking her, “and soft jazz music playing? You ain’t gonna squirt from that, Betsy-Sue. Remember that I’m the one who knows what you really want.”
She nods, and her eyes beg me to slide inside her.
I grab my thick cock and slap it against her outer lips. She’s so wet that my cock gets soaked as I slide it back and forth across her mound.
She squeals, and her wrist fights against my hand, but I pin it down with even more force. “You are not getting out of this, Betsy-Sue. You’re going to lose your virginity right now. You’ll never forget this moment, even if you never see me again.”
She whimpers. “No, Rock, why would—”
“You think I’m gonna date you?” I snarl, laughing.
Then I slide my cock down and press in. I slide into her pussy the first inch, and then it gets so tight I can’t go any further. Shit, is she clenching up just so I have to force it harder?
“God,” she screams. “It won’t fit, I know it won’t. Please, Rock, don’t fuck me. Don’t take my virginity!”
I know what that means. When she says “no” and it’s not the safe word, it means I go in even harder.
“I’m already inside you,” I say, pressing my forehead against hers. Our eyes lock, and I can see her pupils dilating as I block the dim light from reaching her face.
I buck my hips and force myself deeper inside. I feel my cock stretching her inner walls apart, almost tearing them. She gasps in pain.
“Ahh! Crap!” she whines. “No, God, no, I don’t want to do this, Rock!”
“You want it!” I growl.
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Nikki
I want it. I want it. I want it so fucking bad.
“No!” I whine. “Please, no!”
How can I sound so convincing when I want nothing more than his cock buried inside me? I want him so deep inside me that he can never pull out again. He’s already knocked me up, but I want him to blow a load so hard into me that I’m knocked up with twins.
“You’ll change your mind once I’m in there,” he says, and then he plunges in deeper.
I feel his veiny, throbbing cock sinking further into me, and my eyes tear up in pain. He’s going faster than my pussy can handle, but the pain is just right. After the first sharp pain, my walls pulse around his cock, and a flood of wetness gushes out. The pain melts away as his thick manhood fills me up. And then—just before I’m ready for him to go even deeper—he presses forward and fills me with a new flash of pain.
Before he’s all the way in, I want Betsy-Sue to rebel. I want her to get punished. Then he can fill me up again anew.
“Stop!” I cry, and I pull my hand out of my dress, ball it up into a fist, and punch his washboard abs. It feels like I’m punching a brick wall, and he shakes his head at me.
“I warned you, Betsy-Sue,” he says, shaking his head. “Now we have to do it the hard way.”
Yes! Please, do it to me as hard as you can!
He pulls his cock out of me, and I look up in amazement when I see it’s covered in my hot cum. I can see just how far in he was based on where the white wetness ends, four or five inches down from the throbbing head of his dick.
He grabs the cuffs from the dresser, then he pulls open the drawer and retrieves the second pair.
Betsy-Sue wants his cock inside her, but she’d make a show of running now.
I get up onto my knees and crawl across the bed toward the door.
Dr. Leeds reaches out with one hand and grabs me by one of the windows of my dress. He tugs and pulls me into him.
“All right,” he says. “You wanted to fuck naked? You got it.”
He pulls harder until the dress tears. Then he reaches down with both hands and rips the whole thing in two. The tatters o
f the dress fall down to my feet, and I’m suddenly wearing nothing.
He shoves me forward until I land face first on the bed. I try to get back up, but I feel his knee pressing into me. He doesn’t pin me down with his full body weight, but he pushes with enough pressure that there’s no way for me to get up. I instinctively reach forward with my hands, which gives him an opening to grab me by the wrists.
“Don’t fight anymore,” he whispers. “Or I’ll have to hurt you. Just a little.”
I try to fake a sob, and it comes out sounding almost real.
He clicks the cuffs around both my wrists at once, and then he pulls until my arms are completely outstretched and spread apart. I hear two more clicks as he fastens me tight to the bedposts.
He lets go, and I struggle against the cuffs, but there’s no slack. As I fight, I get my knees underneath myself, which does little more than push my bare ass up into the air for him.
“Good,” he says. “Now you’ve submitted properly.”
I hear a slight English accent as he says that. The first cracks he’s shown in his role as Rock.
“No,” I whisper.
“Yes,” he says, and then I feel his cock slide back into me. He shoves himself all the way in, in one go. My cum from earlier lubricates his entry for most of the way, and the last four or five inches feel painful for only a brief moment. Then he’s tight and snug inside of me, his balls pressed up against me. I feel his hips pressed into my ass, and I look back up at him with my cheek pressed into the mattress, my breasts falling and partially obscuring my view.
“I’m fully inside you now, Betsy-Sue,” he says, “and I promise you that when I’m done, you’ll beg me to do this again. You’re only lying to yourself right now when you tell me to stop. You’ll feel like a foolish, dumb girl when you think back on the way you begged me not to do the thing you most want me to do to you.”
“It’s so tight,” I whimper.
“And wet,” he says. “And warm. There’s no way it hurts anymore, right?”
I bite my lip defiantly.
“Look,” he says, bucking his hips and pulling out of me.
I can’t see his cock from this angle, but I feel it pull almost entirely out of me, until the tip of his head is just barely inside of me.
He thrusts back in as hard and fast as he can, and the pressure sends my breasts bouncing up, and my whole body shakes from the impact.
“No pain, right?” he asks.
No pain. My pussy feels like it’s on fire. It’s burning wet and begging for him to do that again.
“Do it again,” I say. Betsy-Sue and Nicole have merged together at this point. This is the turning point of my fantasy, where I stop resisting and beg him for what I know I want. He’s finally forced himself on me long enough that I realize he was right to do so all along.
“Oh,” he says, “so you’ve come around?”
I pull my wrists and jangle the cuffs. “Please, Rock.”
“Tell me how sorry you are,” he says. “For being stubborn.”
“I was wrong,” I say, looking up at him. “I should have begged you to keep going all along. It feels so good, Mr. Rock.”
He digs his fingers into the fat flesh of my ass and starts to thrust. “Keep going,” he says.
“Ahh!” I moan. Each time he pounds into me, I can hear the sound of our skin slapping together. I feel my ass cheeks moving wildly, and Dr. Leeds smashing back in before they can settle again.
“What do you want now?” Dr. Leeds asks, panting. “Do you want me to fucking stop?”
“No!” I wail. “Whatever you do, don’t stop!”
He rams me so hard that it feels like the drool pooling out of my mouth is being rammed out of me from deep inside. My back muscles flex and tighten as I pull against the cuffs to stick my ass even higher up for him. The metal digs into my wrists when I buck my hips against his powerful thrusts.
“Fuck!” he grunts. “Your virgin pussy feels so good.”
“I’m not a virgin—” I yelp in pleasure, and my eyes roll back into my head. “I’m not...you fucked the virgin right out of me.”
Each word I try to get out is punctuated by the sound of our sweating bodies slamming together, of his wet cock plunging in and out of my pussy, and of our combined moans and sighs as we fuck each other into oblivion. I doubt he can really understand what I’m saying anymore—I don’t know if I’m even getting the words out, or if I’m just moaning and gasping and drooling unintelligibly.
I pull myself up by the cuffs, ignoring how the metal bites into my skin. I grasp the headboard with my hands, and Dr. Leeds slides forward with me, plowing right back into my pussy. He thrusts in and out again, and each time he hits me, the headboard bashes against the wall. The springs in the bed creak, though they’re barely audible over our screams and moans.
He cups my breasts from below, and they jiggle within his hands as he pounds me without mercy. He squeezes my nipples between his fingers, which holds them in place below, but does nothing to stop the rest of my breasts from moving back and forth each time he rams balls-deep into me.
My pussy clenches up, and I realize I’m going to cum again. I’m going to milk his cock and he’s going to explode inside of me as he fucks me for all he’s worth.
“Ahh,” I yelp out as my pussy convulses.
“Fuck!” he grunts.
All the muscles in my body tense up, and I lose my grip on the headboard. I fall face first into the bed, and the cuffs pull my arms painfully up and back, like a bird’s wings.
He doesn’t stop, and I arch my back to feel him better. To feel him more—as much as I possibly can.
Ecstasy explodes from deep within me. I exist only as a wave of pleasure, which Dr. Leeds is both riding and creating. Everything feels like it’s vibrating. The vibrations of our cries and moans merge together with the vibrations pulsating deep within me. Warmth explodes and pulses across my body, and I feel each hair on my arms stand up as I tremble. My arms thrash uselessly against the metal chains, and my body moves instinctively against Dr. Leeds’ cock. Even though I know I’m already pregnant, my hips buck to some primal beat, begging Dr. Leeds’ thick dick to fill me with his potent seed.
And a grunt from him tells me he’s about to cum. I feel his cock growing inside me, and it begins to throb. The veins press against my walls, and then I feel his cock twitch. His thick warmth blasts across my insides, and my pussy trembles, begging his cock for more.
“Fuck!” he grunts, and I feel his hand slapping hard against my ass. The pain brings me momentarily back to reality, ripping me out of that cloud of ecstasy, and just as fast I’m whisked back into the unreality of the orgasm, yet sinking back into that feeling that makes it feel better than before. It’s like feeling the covers being ripped off in the morning to go to work to have the cold of winter hit you, only to remember it’s Saturday—pulling the sheets back on and the warmth rolling back across your body as you slip back into slumber.
I feel his hot cum dripping out of me as I squirt all over his dick. Our combined juices coat his cock and flow across it as he plunges back into me.
He slaps my ass one last time as his cock throbs and pumps me fuller and fuller, and he falls down onto me, pressing me flat against the bed. My pussy convulses for another full minute or two, and his cock twitches in rhythm with me even long after his seed is fully spent and his balls are emptied.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Good night, Ms. Faria,” he whispers into my ear.
I wake up in the morning with my hands still cuffed above my head, and the afterglow still burning like a fire within me.
Dr. Leeds is gone, but I can hear the shower running. I imagine him walking out of the shower, his body wet, smelling fresh, and with nothing on but a towel wrapped around his waist.
I feel my stomach rumble, and I wonder if we can get room service when he comes back out. He’d have to uncuff me if we were going to eat together in bed, unless he’s planning on
feeding me himself. That could be kind of hot, actually.
I drift back in and out of sleep as warm memories from last night wash across me. Being cuffed to the bed means there’s little more I can do, but when I hear the bathroom door open, I snap awake and look up at Dr. Leeds.
He’s wearing just the towel as I’d imagined, and he grins down at me.
“Ms. Faria,” he says.
“Where did Rock go?” I ask.
“Maybe Betsy-Sue rode off with him into the night,” he says, his accent back and British as ever.
“Or maybe he left her behind, alone and cold,” I say, suddenly remembering what’s going to happen to me and my child. Our child.
“Can we get breakfast?” I ask.
“Maybe I should make you work up more of an appetite first,” he says, his eyes running across the curves of my body hidden beneath the sheets.
He reaches down and pulls the sheets off me, and the cold hits me, and my nipples perk up.
“Mmm,” he says. “I think that’s for the best. Now that we are back to ourselves, you must obey me again, Ms. Faria.”
I nod, but I realize I can’t let him inside me again as Elijah Leeds. I have to tell him now. I gave myself that one night of fantasy, of us fucking in two strangers’ skin, of him taking me almost against my will, but now that we are back to our real selves, I can’t let this secret stay between us. Just as he told me from the beginning that he’d leave me, I owe it to him to tell him this uncomfortable truth.
“Elijah,” I say solemnly.
He raises his eyebrows at hearing his first name. It’s only the second time I’ve ever called him that.
“Yes?”
“I’m going to tell you something,” I say. “You promised you’d always be honest with me, so I’ll do the same for you. I know how you feel about this...about us...and I know this won’t really change anything. Still, I have to tell you, and you can do with it what you will.”
“Go on,” he says.
“I’m pregnant,” I say. “And I know you’re going to leave me, but I’m keeping the baby. I’ve decided. You can’t convince me otherwise.”
He narrows his eyes at me, and then something cracks his cool exterior. He turns his back to me quite suddenly, and he grabs neatly folded clothes from the top of the dresser.
