by Lana Hartley
I feel his hand slowly pet down my spine until he reaches my ass. Jacob slowly runs his thumb down my ass, veering to the side and not touching my pussy but next to my slick opening. . I inhale and hold my breath; I can't take the waiting for what will come next.
"Breathe, and it will all feel so much better. Focus on your breathing," Jacob tells me. It is a relief to have something to focus on. I try to listen. Defiance has no place in my coping strategy, and I know that's what this is. Will it feel good? That will help me cope more. But my mind is racing and being bound like this has me more terrified than I've ever felt in my life. I have to get a hold of myself, or I might have an actual heart attack. Delirious with desire as I am, my first fear in having a heart attack now is that I won't come. Oh please, I need to live long enough for Jacob to make me come. Is he going to torture me with pleasure? I've never wanted it more. I exhale and on the note of my next, deep inhale, on which I'm trying to focus, his hot breath is the one-second warning before he sinks his teeth into my other thigh, on the opposite side of where his hand is resting. I moan loudly and try to return to my breathing. Inhale, exhale. I'm moaning with every press of his fingers, the sinking in of his teeth and then his lips, his tongue, all touching me so close to that place where I want him most, but not there. Fuck, after the way he licked my pussy before, I know I want that. But how can he make this feel almost as good...yet still not quite what I need? How can a man drive me mad with pleasure? Not just any man. That's my fear. When I'm finally free of Jacob Renaud, I'll be forever trapped in the memories of what he could do to my body, and what that does to my mind.
"You have no clue," Jacob groans. He slides three thick fingers into my pussy. I know it can't be one or two because the instant fullness is shocking and I'm gasping, my breathing so uneven in reaction. I squeeze my inner walls around him. "Just how fucking bad I want you, Leah. Having your perfect body on the bar like this is better than Christmas. Fuck, I could spend all night licking every inch of your perfect body, but my cock never will endure that again. I need to be so deep inside you, baby girl, until you're screaming my name." His mouth is over my clit, and the breath against it makes me shudder against his fingers, which he pumps deeper and faster into me until I'm nearly crying, I need him so badly. "Do you know how badly I want you to scream my name, so sweet like you do?" His mouth closes over my clit and his fingers stroke my sensitive, swollen g-spot. My whole body is an extension of where his fingers and his mouth are. I'm desperate for every sensation and I press myself against him as much as I can. I'm panting his name, yes, fuck, anything that comes from my mind to my lips with little thought process. Every hitch in my breathing at the sensation he's creating reminds me that I should focus on my breathing, and each inhale/exhale partnership soars my pleasure higher and higher.
I'm there. I'm about to come. His tongue laps so fully on my clit and his fingers are fully focused on my g-spot, and that's it. I am going to explode around him now.
And he stops.
"Not yet, Leah. You're getting punished. You'll come when I say you can," Jacob says, his voice dark and dangerous. He knows exactly what he's done to me, and he means to. I cry out at the agony, and he catches the sound in a kiss, closing his mouth over mine. His lips capture mine, and I taste my pussy on his tongue. I love the way I taste in his mouth, how he kisses me like he's out of control and needs me more than anything. Jacob holds my breasts and locks me into this kiss. I want him to let me come, but there's something about how passionate this kiss is that it is actually keeping me on edge. I moan into his mouth, and I feel his own groan in my mouth. It is so fucking hot how much he wants me. I know it is fucked up, but in the space of just this moment and just this pleasure, I’m so gratified that anyone wants me. I don't think my whole life anyone has cared so much for me, desired me so much in any way. To Jacob, in this moment, I'm everything. Not a distraction or a pawn. I'm the goal, the game, the target. I'm thrilled. And just in this moment, I want to be everything he wants. If he wants to torture me and not let me come all night, I want to give him my body. I know how badly he wants me. I wonder how long he can go without letting me come. But I realize he's probably very capable of being pleased and holding out on me, and now my kisses are transformed into pleas. If he can feel how much I want him, will that make him more susceptible to give it to me, or to withhold? I don't know, but I have to keep kissing him regardless. I need his mouth on mine, his tongue's sensual moves against mine, more than I need air. Even more than I need to come.
Our kiss breaks for air, and we're both staring so intently into each other's eyes. I don't realize that he's going to slide his fingers back into me now, and when I feel them inside of me, and he's not breaking his eye contact at all, I have to keep looking into his eyes. I want to kiss him, and I'm sucking in my lower lip to taste him lingering on my lips still. But looking at him while his fingers pump into my oversensitive pussy is making me so wet that I feel my thighs getting stickier. I feel the wetness from him touching me dripping onto my hands attached to the bar, and I gasp.
Jacob looks and sees and for the longest two seconds of my life, his fingers are gone. He was pulling off those cursed boxer briefs because I feel his cock pressing into me and I'm choking for air at the sudden fullness. He slides his cock all the way into my pussy, filling me up until his balls are pressed against me. I feel like I'm the lock and he's the key, the way we interlock so perfectly. His cock is filling me so deeply, and he's taking a moment to let my body stretch to accommodate him. And I am, my body fluttering to squeeze him and stretching with the fullness. I can't help a few erratic wiggles of my hips, and Jacob's finger touches my palm. I realize he's sopping up some of that sticky arousal that got everywhere. I don't realize why at first, just enjoy the sensation of his fingers running up and down the lines in my palm.
Then I feel his finger on my other hole. One he's not touched yet with any intent. My body surges into a panic, and I feel his finger sitting there, pressed at my entrance but simply showing that he can take me. Will take me. He just hasn't done it yet.
Trying to take control of my breathing, I find some moment of equilibrium returned to me. That's when he presses his finger inside me.
"Press out against me, so you open up for me," Jacob commands. There's a tenderness in his ever-possessive tone that is just what I need to keep focused on my breathing. Because my pussy is already so full of his cock. When he slides those two fingers into my ass, until they're as deep as they can go, I'm so overwhelmed with sensation that I don't even know a word for this fullness. "Don't come." This command is frightening. My whole body feels like an overtightened string on a cello, about to bellow out a deep sound of frustration when it is plucked. He starts to pump into me, the fingers in my ass and his massive cock in my pussy both filling me and exiting me, in/out, in/out, until I could scream from the sensation. My head feels like the top has blown off and the entire cosmos is being comprehended in my mind through a language of extreme pleasure. I don't even realize that I am practically shrieking until I feel an orgasm so close that I fight it back. I'm saying his name, over and over again. I turn my head to look at him, and I know my eyes are pleading. The smug satisfaction as he's fucking me so completely is raw. His face is a dark, beautiful contortion of control and pleasure. I've never seen him so...enraptured. Looking at him like this, my orgasm becomes harder to hold back.
"Oh, please, I can't," I moan out, squeezing my eyes shut from the intensity. I want to look at him fucking me forever, but I just couldn't take it anymore, I had to squeeze my eyes shut. My fists were balled, my toes were curled, and I was breathing so heavily. I was so helpless to do anything but come, but I was now very intent on prolonging the whole experience as he'd intended. Goddamn, my body was more alive than it had ever been.
"You can, Leah." Jacob is breathing heavy with his lust. He's so fucking hard and fucking me so hard. I'm not surprised. "Do it for me," he says, panting and the way he's asking me now is my undoing. Something wit
hin me is unlocked. I'm wiggling my hips for him, squeezing him again, but I'm opening my eyes and looking at his face. Looking at what it looks like when he fucks me. I feel so goddamn incredible, and my body in incendiary from all the heat between us, but I don't come. I don't because I want to do what he wants. The way he looks at me, and I feel his cock get rock hard inside me until the molten steel erupts. "Come with me, baby," he practically growls. I feel the hot spurts of his come inside me, and I'm gone with him. My whole body shakes. He buries himself deep in me, and his hands grip me. Jacob is digging his fingers into me with his grip and holding me tight against him. His eyes lock in on mine, and I come harder than I ever have in my life, a massive gush of slick come from me melding with his hot load and everything dripping down my thighs and into my hands and never does our gaze break. It is the most erotic thing that I have ever experienced in my life. I can't explain what I feel, but something within me feels broken. Not in a bad way. Free. I can't take my eyes off his beautiful face. Even the way beads of sweat on his forehead are falling has me astonished with how unreal his perfection is. Jacob is more god than man and more devil than that. That sinking feeling hits when I look at his chiseled jawline, his full lips, those dark eyes. I know that never could I feel anything close to this with anyone else. Something in Jacob knows something in me, and he's the only one I could ever need this much.
And he owns me. If I don't get away soon, I may drown in what he does to me. Worse, I may want to. My whole body is shaking. He starts to undo the restraints, and my limp body is putty in his arms. He pulls the restraints away from me gently, but when I'm not connected to the bar, he flings that across the room. Jacob pulls me into his arms and lies on the bed with me. I'm pressed tight into his chest, and he rubs the places on my wrists and ankles where the restraints were. Somehow, this tenderness is what starts to pull me from the reverie the intense pleasure had me in. I start to squirm like I might want to pull away from him. The truth is that I don't want to pull away, and that's precisely why I want to. I can't wait for him. I won't. That's what I'm telling myself. "You're not going anywhere," Jacob says, and his mouth drops to the curve between my neck and shoulder, dipping into the hollow of my collarbone. I moan, the way he's touching my still sensitive body is intoxicating. "And you don't want to," Jacob says, his self-satisfied words humming against my skin.
My heart is pounding in my chest. Not because I'm about to come, or because I'm trying not to. Because I can't think of anything. I feel like I'm on the precipice of something, but I don't know what. I'm terrified.
Jacob
"You look so fucking perfect tied up like this for me," I tell Leah. That's the goddamn truth. Her knees are flat on the bedroom floor, and I've got a vibrating cushion under her, giving her clit everything it can take. Her arms are bound to the bedposts. Her perfect tits are handfuls aching for my touch. I capture each nipple in my mouth, giving a wet suck, releasing it with a pop, and sliding a nipple clamp over it to increase the sensual torture to maximum height. She's moaning fucking adorable whimpers, her exquisite torment evident with her uneven breath and the way her breasts jump with each one. That's now only serving to make her nipple clamps torture her just that much more. I stroke my cock and look in her eyes. They're egging me on, and I tighten each of the nipple clamps. I lick some of the sweat that's pooling between her breasts. I follow this valley and her perfect taste down to her clit and let my tongue lap up what her fluttering pussy is dripping with. I move my mouth up, looking into her eyes again and nibbling on her flat stomach. I can't fucking resist that small bite into her, and when she moans, I sink my teeth into her a little too hard. I have to topple over every little drop of her pain/pleasure until she can't fucking think straight. The truth is that I can't fucking think straight when I have her like this.
I look into her eyes, drinking in her billowing desire directed at me. I can have anything. I make more money in a few minutes than most people make in their whole lives. But when she looks at me that way, that's what validates me more than anything. Closing the distance between us, I have to kiss her sweet lips, taste how much she needs me. The way she moans in my mouth, her breath catching from the clamps and the vibrations, it all sends me over the edge. Obviously her, too, as I can feel her clinging to my mouth, breathing and moaning into me the intense pleasure that I'm overwhelming her with. It will all build, but when she comes, these lips are going to be wrapped around my cock.
I let her breathe, and I drop my mouth down to her throat again, kissing the elegant column and down to her collarbone. I take a playful nibble to her breast, and then I stand. Her big eyes follow me as I stand, and then stop on my hand, stroking my cock.
"Give me a kiss, baby girl," I say, barely able to get the words out. I want her so much it is a constant struggle to maintain my control. I don't want to snap her. I can't just fuck the daylights out of her. She's too good to savor to rush this.
Running my thumb over the glistening pre-cum on the slit, I'm so fucking ready to feel her hot mouth on my cock. Her eyes are hungrily sizing me up. Leah wiggles her hips as much as she can in her restraints, her fists ball, and the nipple clamps make her shiver. Fuck, she's so goddamn beautiful.
I step closer, and her mouth opens. She's so innocent and inexperienced, but her instincts are raw, primal, and all she needs to please me. If I wanted a pro cocksucker, I could find one, but all I want is her.
Pressing the head of my cock to her lips, I figure those pros could learn a thing or two from Leah. Her tongue licks around the head of my cock, teasing the sensitive underside. It is my turn to twitch. Her lips wrap around the head, and she bobs her head as much as she can. I take the invitation and hold her head, plunging my cock deep into her mouth. Leah's mouth grips me with perfect suction, and her tongue teases me. I slowly glide in and out of her mouth. I'm groaning, and an orgasm is so close already with the way she's working my cock. I bring a hand down to her throat, grasping her but not choking her, bound as she is. I let my hand linger down and frustrate her nipples further. I'll connect the clamps with a chain next time, and tug on that when she starts squirming her own orgasm out like this. When I come, I want her to. Leah is torturously close, but I won't let her slip over that edge just yet. Instead, I pick up the speed of my thrusts, going as deep as she can take me in her mouth, in her throat. Her heat closed around me is almost too good to endure, but I power through. I slap one of her breasts, and Leah shivers hard, sucks harder on my cock, swallowing me up in her throat.
"Fuck, come for me, Leah," I groan, my own load pouring down her throat with that single reaction of hers. I feel her come undone around me, but she keeps sucking my cock and swallowing me like an expert. My hands stroke her hair, holding her against me. I turn off the vibrating cushion with my foot on the pedal. When her orgasm is fading out, that's when I pull my cock from her mouth with a wet pop. I untie each of her hands, rubbing her wrists. I kneel down, my hands on the nipple clamps. "Pulling these off is very intense," I warn her, watching her nod at me with trusting eyes.
Removing them both at once, I see the red bites on her skin and breathe in how damn delicious she is. Leah bites her lip with a gasp, and I pull her against me. Her pussy is soaking from the orgasm that she just had, but I feel how she grinds against me. I want her as much as she seems to want me, and I adjust her hips and slam her down on my cock to fully take me. Her legs are wrapped around me, and I carry us to the bed, turning so that I'm on my back and she's lying on top of me. I generally only like to fuck a woman who's tied up, but even missionary seems like it would be good with Leah. She's holding tight to me, her legs and arms clinging to me for dear life, while I pump into her. This is goddamn heaven. I want to live with my cock inside her tight pussy, the way she squeezes me so tight with her inner walls, and her body is pressed tightly against mine. I'm slamming deep into her, hitting hard into her again and again, and she's so soft in my arms. I bury my face in her neck, tasting her skin again. I'm addicted to every inch of her, I r
ealize, as my own arms are squeezing her tight like I'm trying to anchor her to me to prevent her from floating away. Her soft hair is falling all around me, capturing me in a curtain of honey hair. She smells like what sunshine would and feels too goddamn perfect for a bastard like me to be touching her. I had to steal something this precious to have it. I turn her toward her side, relenting my grasp on her to look into her eyes as I pry her own death grip off me to lift up her leg and slide slower, deeper, into her at an angle that drives us both wild with passion. Her body is already shivering, quaking with another orgasm building up. I swoop down and gather one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking hard and extracting a massive orgasm from her while I'm slamming so deep into her. Her sighs alternate with screams at the ecstasy tearing through her with the intensity of her orgasm. Releasing her breast from my mouth with a wet pop as it’s free, I look at her face. She's flushed, her pale porcelain skin blushed from the sheer exertion of how hard she's coming. Her eyes look into mine while her pussy is downright strangling my cock with the force of her climax and I'm fucking gone. I slam harder and harder into her, each thrust more punishing than the last deep stroke. I need to fill her, claim her, fuck her so hard that she'll be sore the next day. I have to make physical what is playing out in my soul. Her face is ending me, and I'm trying to show how I feel the only way I know how: relentlessly fucking her until the second orgasm melts into a third, a fourth until she's quaking against me and her hands are digging into my back, and she's screaming out my name. When I finally let myself go and bury myself into her with my own orgasm, I fall against her, pressing the hard wall of my chest against her soft breasts and feeling our sweat-slicked bodies glide and meld together. I scoop my arms under her and wrap them around her, pulling her tight to me like I'm holding on for dear life. Part of me is, and I don't know why. Not in any way can I understand, yet.
