by M. L. Young
We walked up the stairs and towards the room before he opened the door and turned on the dimmed lights. The rows of books surrounded me again and I felt butterflies in my stomach as he walked over to the special book, the one that opened the staircase to his small secret floor.
He looked at me as he pulled the book out and unlocked the door, and it hinged open to reveal a small staircase. I couldn’t believe this was happening again.
“After you,” he said, with his hand out.
Confidently, I walked past him and up the stairs into his room. The lights turned on, although dim like last time, and I saw the rows of toys on the walls. The dressers and bed were completely made and not unkempt the slightest bit. A flood of emotions, good ones, came over me as I smelled the woodsy scent I discovered the first time I was here. I was almost conditioned to get wet when it hit my nose.
“Nervous?” he asked as I turned around to see him standing right behind me.
“Nervous? Why would I be nervous?” I asked, feeling my hands get a little clammy.
“For what I’m about to do to you,” he replied, grabbing me at the waist and pulling me in.
I tasted his lips as he pressed them against mine. He didn’t hold back. His hands, firm and strong, gripped my ass before slapping it and sending a shockwave up my spine. He didn’t apologize; he didn’t need to. Then I knew I was about to be with the old Blake, the no-holds-barred sexual Blake, and I loved it.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I asked, taunting him.
He slapped my ass harder. A red handprint and broken blood vessels would be soon to follow, though I didn’t care about any of it. I only wanted him in this moment, and I wanted him bad.
We both gasped for air between kissing like we were drowning inside each other. His hands ran across my body without regard as I pushed mine against his hard, muscular body and wished it were on top of me already.
Blake tugged at my dress, pulling it upwards to expose my bare ass, my red lace thong gripping it tightly, and I felt his hard dick growing against me.
“I want it,” I whispered.
“Then come get it,” he said in a strong voice.
I grasped his belt buckle and made quick work of it before unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He kicked them off, some thin boxer briefs now the only thing guarding him from me. I grabbed his waistband and pulled it down slowly as I got down on my knees. He grabbed a pillow, tossing it down for me to kneel on, as I got onto my knees and was quickly met by his spring-loaded cock as it shot out of its confinement.
“Fuck,” I said. It looked bigger than I remembered.
I put it up to my forearm, inspecting its length, as I wondered how in the hell this thing even fit inside me. Looking up at him and seeing his obvious enjoyment at my worship of his cock, I gripped his shaft firmly and licked the very tip of his head. His eyes softened before I swirled my tongue all around his head and I saw little bits of my spit glistening all around.
He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled it back as little strands kept getting stuck in my mouth. I didn’t break eye contact with him, even when he started to gently thrust his hips and put his loaded dick further and further down my throat. In fact, I kind of liked it.
“Get up,” he soon said, as he grabbed my hands and pulled me upwards.
He pulled my dress over my body with ease before pulling down my panties as I unclasped my bra. The tip of his dick pushed against me as he leaned forward and sucked on my nipples slowly, pulling them into his mouth. I bit my lower lip and tried to hold back my moans.
“Give me that pussy,” he said as he lay back on the bed.
I got into sixty-nine, my pussy pushed up near his face, as I held myself up with my hands and sucked his dick straight up and down. I soon felt his warm bumpy tongue running circles around my growing clit as I closed my eyes and stopped sucking with half of him inside me. Fuck, it felt good, and it made me want to jump on top of his cock without so much as a warning.
I felt him spread my ass apart with his hands as his tongue wandered all along my pussy, making sure not to discriminate against any part of it. It was like he was making love to my most sensitive areas, and I wasn’t about to stop it.
With my arms getting tired of holding myself up, I got down on my forearms as I felt him push his open lips onto my clit and suck with all his might. My right eye twitched, a few sputters of moans escaped my throat, and I swear I had a stroke before he finally broke his grip and let me breathe again.
“Fuck,” I whispered
After he licked me until my knees almost gave way, I got off of Blake and lay back on the bed as he got up and walked over to a dresser, making me anxious. What was he going to pull out this time? What was I going to get?
He closed the dresser drawer, the absence of almost all light in the room hiding what he had in his hands. He got a little bit closer and revealed them to me. Handcuffs, a blindfold, and a whip with black leather tassels were all set on top of the bed.
He placed the blindfold over my eyes, cutting off my vision, and handcuffed my arms to the bed posts. I could feel my pussy beginning to cream before he even got a hold of me. I soon felt his presence as I heard him roll a condom down his hard dick. His hands gripped the bottoms of my thighs, pushing them upwards, and his latex-wrapped dick pressed against my pussy, a few drops of his spit splashing against it to provide some much-needed lube.
Biting my lower lip, I waited, my fists clenched, as I tried to anticipate when he was going to fuck me already. He instead teased me, rubbing his shaft up and down my fleshy lips, and I wanted to tell him to do it.
Right before I was going to beg him to fuck me, I felt his large cock start to stretch me out as he slowly entered my tightened pussy and made me feel like a woman.
“Jesus,” I moaned, as if I were feeling him again for the first time.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said as he began to slowly thrust himself further inside me.
Every thrust made me moan like I never had before. I didn’t know if it was the mood, the room, or the fact that I was so into him, but something he was doing made this feel the most amazing of all the sex we’d had, and trust me, we’d fucked a lot.
Pushing my legs against his body, he got up on his feet, still bent over, and began to push his entire cock into me. I grasped for the sheets but couldn’t hold onto them. I felt his balls slap against my asshole as my nipples hardened as much as they could and my juices began to drip out of my pussy onto the sheets below.
With my thighs against his shoulders, he reached forward, grabbing my tits, and squeezed my nipples gently. I moaned, begging for more, as the feeling of his entire dick deep inside me made me feel like nothing ever had before.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” Blake said. I felt him panting for air.
“Give it to me,” I moaned, each thrust from him making my tits bounce up and down.
His sweaty body pushed against mine and I let out a long-winded moan when I felt the warmth of his body. Our moment together felt as primal as two people could get, and I knew that we were connected in more ways than one right now. We weren’t two souls in this moment, but one.
As Blake began to slow down, his thrusts becoming less and less frequent, I knew what was coming next. There was only one thing left to come, and that was him.
He moaned softly as he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them like he meant business. I smiled, feeling his cock bulging inside me. The rush of ecstasy seemed to make him grow even thicker, if that was possible.
He slowed down, his hands leaving me, before he pulled out completely and pulled off the condom, and I felt him moving the bed as he started to jerk himself off. It didn’t take long, not even ten seconds, before he held his breath, a moan escaping him, and his hot, sticky load shot all over my stomach. A few of the streams made it all the way up to my sweat-covered tits.
“Yes,” I said, as each pump turned me on even more than the last.
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His streams soon slowed down and finally ended. He let go of his held breath and squeezed his shaft before slapping his head down on me.
“Fuck,” he said, gasping for air.
“Was I a good girl for you?” I asked.
“You’re always the best,” he replied before pulling my blindfold off.
With my eyes squinted, I soon adjusted to the light in the room and looked down as I saw the giant mess he made all over me. Some of it dripped down my sides before he got up to get a towel and cleaned me up. I waited for him to undo the handcuffs, but he didn’t. Instead he went over to his dresser after tossing away the cum-soaked towel and pulled something out.
“What’s that?” I asked, intrigued.
“You’re never going to leave here without finishing,” he said as he pulled something out of a black velvet bag.
He pulled out a dildo, one that spun and had bumps, ridges, and a clit stimulator all on the front. I was a bit nervous, never having used anything like this before, but at the same time, I was excited that I had a man who didn’t only think of himself.
He turned it on, the vibrations easily heard, before he pushed it up against me and made me arch my back instantly.
“Fuck!” I screamed, sputtering out bursts of air.
“Yeah, come for me, baby,” he said as he pushed the dildo end of it inside me.
It wasn’t nearly as big or thick as him, but the bumps and ridges sure helped as they spun inside me and made me squirm. I could barely contain myself, not even for a few minutes, before the pulsating V that was on the tip of the device tickled my already swollen clit and sent shockwaves throughout my body.
It was coming; I was coming. As I gripped the chains of the handcuffs and arched my back like I was being exorcised, I felt my pussy clench up around his dildo as I let out a moaning scream that was sure to penetrate the walls and wake the neighbors.
“Fuck,” I heard him say.
After seven seconds I gasped for air, my arms getting tired, before another one came without warning and made my pussy tense up to the point that I didn’t know if he’d be able to keep it inside me. He soon pulled it out, the vibrations leaving my clit, and I fell back down to the bed and felt the cold sweat-stained sheets under me.
Blake unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them aside. I rubbed my wrists and rested as my heart rate finally started to come down. With a washcloth in hand, Blake patted my forehead and face dry before leaning in and kissing me softly.
“How was that?” he asked.
“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” he said, laughing. “I don’t think anybody on this planet has ever felt that good.”
Smiling, I motioned for him to come down and I kissed him once again as my hands ran through the back of his soaked hair.
Tonight had easily been the best night of my life.
I lay awake in Blake’s arms later that night as he peacefully slept—even snoring a little at one point, though that quickly stopped.
Small rays of moonlight shone through his curtains and onto our naked bodies as we embraced underneath the covers and kept one another warm. I liked sleeping with him like this, not because we were naked, but because I thought it brought us closer together.
With my arms wrapped tightly around his torso, I rested my head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat, one thump at a time, as I closed my eyes. He really wore me out earlier, and I knew that I needed to get some rest if I was going to be able to wake up in the morning. Part of me just wanted to stay awake and listen to his heartbeat, even though it was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open.
After about five minutes, I couldn’t go on any longer, and with my head still flush against his chest, I finally fell back asleep in his arms.
“Good morning, you,” I heard as I opened my groggy eyes.
I looked up and saw Blake on his phone, my arms still wrapped around him, though he was sitting up at an angle.
“Good morning,” I said before letting go of him and stretching every muscle I could.
I took a deep breath in, then let it out. I could feel the bags under my eyes, as I hadn’t gotten enough sleep. I didn’t even know what time it was, but judging that the sun didn’t rise until later in the morning this time of year, it must have been late enough. Maybe I’d just have one of those somewhat tired days.
“I was wondering when you’d get up. How’d you sleep?” he asked.
“I slept well, though I’m still a bit tired and a little hungry,” I said.
“Want breakfast?” he asked.
“If you’re making it,” I replied with a smile.
“Of course. I’ll go start and you come down when you’re ready,” he said before getting out of bed and putting some pajama pants on.
I watched him walk out of the room as I tried to wake myself up and not let myself fall back asleep. I sometimes had a tendency of doing that if I kept lying down, and I knew that it was time to get up and conquer the day.
Sitting up in bed, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and checked my messages and e-mail. Nicolette texted me once, but it was just a funny picture of some guy on a local commercial we’d laughed about once. I smiled and texted her back before locking my phone and swinging my legs out of the bed.
I walked into his closet and picked out some of my clothes before slipping them on and sliding my feet into some slippers he’d bought for me the other day. They were soft and fuzzy, microfiber, I thought, and they felt like a cloud. I shuffled my feet as I walked out of the room and downstairs, where I heard the sizzling sound of bacon in a skillet before I turned and saw him frying up a feast.
“All of that for us?” I asked.
“You said you were hungry,” he said as he flipped a pancake.
“Hungry—not starving,” I whispered under my breath.
I poured some orange juice into a large jar he had for drinks and brought it over to the table before doing some cooking of my own and making us toast. It was burnt a little on the edges, which was a bit embarrassing considering Blake was cooking all this for us and he’d made it all perfectly. I’m a failure in the kitchen. My grandmother would be embarrassed.
“Sit down, I’ll bring it to the table,” he said.
I walked over and sat down as he made us two plates, even though there was more than enough food for two more people.
“Here you go,” he said as he set it down in front of me.
The plate was filled with scrambled eggs, extra-crispy bacon, buttermilk pancakes, the toast I made, and some fresh fruit. I felt full before I even took my first bite just from looking at it all.
“Thank you. It looks delicious,” I said as I put my napkin in my lap and picked up my silverware.
I slathered some butter on my pancakes and slid it around before cutting them up and dripping some pure maple syrup on top. The syrup dripped onto some of my bacon as well, making a delicious treat that I just had to try first.
Crunchy and a little sticky, the bacon broke apart in my mouth before my saliva melded with it and took me to a place of bliss. Bacon had become so popular in the past few years, and this was exactly why. It was amazing, and I would’ve been content with a plate of just bacon for breakfast.
“So, I was thinking we could go out and do something fun today,” Blake said.
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“I need to do some shopping for some new clothes, and I was hoping you’d come help me pick some out,” he said, putting some food in his mouth.
“You want me to help? I’m not exactly fashion-forward, you know. I might mess it up,” I said.
“Nonsense. I think you have a good eye for fashion, and besides, I want to look good for you and that’s best achieved with you picking out some of my outfits,” he said.
“That’s sweet of you to say. I’ll definitely try my best, though I’m not promising you’re going to come out looking amazing. I’m still new at thi
s,” I said.
Blake and I took a leisurely amount of time to eat our breakfast as he read the business section of the paper and I read the humor section. That definitely showed the contrast between us, though I don’t think that matters. Sometimes it’s a good thing to be with somebody who’s the exact opposite of you. It brings you out of your comfort zone and introduces you to new things and experiences that you likely wouldn’t have experienced otherwise.
Later that day, after taking a shower together and goofing around while getting ready, Blake and I got into his sports car and pulled out of the garage before heading to one of his favorite stores.
A sales associate greeted us as we walked into the all-white sterile store that felt more like a hospital with clothes on the walls than anything else. There was a variety of clothing, from suits to casual wear, as well as all the accessories the budding young billionaire could ever need. I looked at some of the clothes, seeing that a black t-shirt was priced at a hundred dollars, and almost choked on my spit before Blake came over and rubbed the middle of my back and helped me come back. Money really was no object for him.
“I think we’ll take it from here, Joshua. If I need something, I’ll be sure to ask,” Blake said to the sales associate.
“Not a problem, sir. Let me know if you need anything at all,” Joshua said before walking away.
“See anything you like?” Blake asked.
“There’s a lot of nice stuff, but I think I have to look around a little bit more,” I said.
I slowly walked along the wall and ran my fingers along the bevy of crisp button-up shirts that hung from a stainless steel rod. They were in all different colors and patterns, and I found a light blue linen one that I thought would look good on him.
“I like this,” I said as I held it up.
“Yeah, it would be a nice casual one. We can get it,” he said.
