Cherry Bomb

by J.W. Phillips

  She cried out, because she wanted it. Every fiber of her being had called out for my touch. I was right. I had found a sweet angel with a sexual demon buried deep inside of her, and I would find every occasion to bring that demon out to play.

  I held tight to her round hips, letting my fingers dig into her skin, and fucked my cock inside of her, my balls slapping her ass in a hard and fast rhythm that made her whimper, demanding more and more.

  The sensation was maddening. The pressure was intense, and she was so ready to come, she was past the point of knowing anything but the orgasm her body craved.

  I reached down and began to stroke her clit in gentle circles. I massaged her clitoris, hard and fast, feeling her spiral out of control.

  Nothing could have stopped me at that point as I felt the blast of her orgasm hit. I pulled out, jerked the unwanted condom from my body, and empty my seeds onto her stomach.

  What she did next sealed her to me forever. She reached down and rubbed her finger around in my come before scooping up a bit and placing it into her mouth. The sound of her sucking on her finger made me hard instantly again.

  “You are so going to pay for that. But I have to go right now.” I bent down and took a hard bite of her breast, yanking it up with my teeth. “Saturday morning, nine, at the club, dress.”

  “Dress how?

  “You’ll figure it out.” I raised up and looked her deep in the eyes. “Bye, my little sex demon.”

  After one smaller kiss on the forehead, I buttoned up my pants and turn to leave without one more glance in her direction, giving her the false assumption of what the night meant to me. Nothing.

  Yes, I was being a royal ass.

  Drake Hart

  I haven’t called, texted, or even watched her since I walked out the day before with her body: naked, used, covered in my come, and looking simply mouthwatering. I had to test her and see if she was capable of being the sub my body craved.

  I was an agitated mess. I needed her, anyway she allowed it.

  I had been up since six, first beating my body up in the gym and then waiting. I had never worried about a woman before. I closed my eyes and envisioned her laying on that couch, sucking my come off her finger, and for a moment my heart actually hurt.

  I flexed my hands, wanting to squeeze the lush lines of her body. I fucking loved her curves. Her body swelled in all the right places, skinny women have never done a thing for me.

  At precisely nine a.m., she walked through the front door wearing a skintight leather dress, and black thigh-high boots. I drunk in her utter sexiness until I was reeling. Damn, she was stunning. Kicking my feet off the desk I was sitting at, I went to stand.

  “Did I dress correctly?” she asked, and did a little twist on those six inch heels she was wearing.

  Oh, Babe, you have exceeded my wildest imagination. “It’ll do,” I said and tried not smiling. Shit, babe, I can’t even hide my emotions with you. “I prefer you naked.”

  I walked up to Cherry and pulled the same silk blindfold she wore the first night I had her here. She smiled up at me with a sensual gleam when she realized what it was. “Turn around.”

  She did, without hesitation. I slipped the blindfold around her neck and yanked her back next to my chest. “Today, you’re mine,” I said and pinched her jaw with my hand. She didn’t speak, simply nodded. “Good, girl.” I proceeded to tie the blindfold around her eyes. “Should I take you here in the entry? Where anyone can walk in off the streets and find us,” I asked, and slowly slid the zipper down the back of her dress. She shivered. Babe, no one gets to see this beautiful body except me. “If you disobey me here, I will punish you. If you obey, I will reward you. Understand?” I whispered in her ear then tugged on her lobe with my teeth, soothing it afterwards with a slow flick of my tongue.

  I stepped away. Shit, she is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to taste you, precious. She held perfectly still, that innocent stance was the most erotic gesture she could perform, and hit my cock like a rocket ship.

  I opened the top drawer of the desk, and took out a heavy set of chains I had placed in there earlier. I let it hit against the solid wood top of the desk, wanting her to hear the sound of their heavy clang. I studied her, and only for that reason did I witness the small shiver that run up her spine. “Are you scared, baby doll?”

  “No, Master,” she said softly, lowering her head.

  “Good.” I fastened the heavy metal collar around her neck then jerked on the two thick chains connected to it. Her chest flung forward. “Wrist.”

  She held up her hands, without question. I snapped the small leather cuffs hanging from the ends of the chains to her arms. “I like you in these,” I said and tightened them.

  I took her hands in mine, guided her down the hallway, and up two sets of stairs to our biggest private suite. I loved how her silence spoke so heavily for her obedience. Could this lady be any more perfect? I led her over to a St. Andrews Cross and firmly placed her back to the rough grain of the wood, letting it scratch over the unzipped opening on her dress. I unsnapped the bands on her wrist and reattached them to the cross. “I wish you could see how beautiful you are?”

  She stumbled on her foot causing her weight to pull on one of the chains. I steadied her. “Be careful. The day is only just getting started.”

  I slid a pair of scissors out of my jean pocket and paused. I hated to destroy the ravishing garment she was wearing but she had to learn the power exchange between a Dom and a sub. I grabbed the hem of the dress and yanked on it before running the scissors along her inner thighs. “I think you are a little overdressed.”

  I started at the bottom, cutting through the buttery leather, to the neckline. I gasped when I peeled it back, realizing she didn’t have on a piece of undergarment, and pictured scraping the edge of the scissors along her smooth, unblemished skin. Holy fucking shit, she’s irresistible.

  I swallowed back the lust caught in my throat when her large nipples hardened as the cool air swept over them.

  I rolled the elongated nipples around with my fingers and thumb. Damn, I wish I had some clamps. I lifted up one of her breast and twisted it in my hands before slapping my other hand over it. She yelped. “These babies need to be wrapped in ropes, maybe, later.”

  “Please, Sir.”

  Later, some other part is calling me now. I stroked my hand down the planes of her stomach and over her lush slit. Dropping to my knees, I placed a kiss on the smoothness of her stomach. A sensuous sigh stirred from her body as I rubbed my palm on the curve of her ass, then down the back of her legs. When I brought my hand around to her mound, I was unable to fight the urge any longer and ran my nose along her inner folds, her pussy glistened.

  I closed my eyes to breathe in her scent. My newest addiction was her smell. She was like a long drag of heroin, only a hundred times more potent.

  I kissed a line along her hipbone and down her thigh. I glanced up at the outline of her body. Her heavy breast fell and rose with each breath she took, her engorged nipples called for my touch, her skin soft and smooth. “Heaven,” I said, so soft it was almost a whisper.

  I didn’t deviate my eyes from her frame as I firmly pushed her legs apart. “Sir,” she said in a tone resembling a cry.

  She moved one foot slightly, bringing her legs closer together. I growled, then gripped the spreader bar from against the wall and placed the leather cuffs fastened to the bar around her ankles, causing her legs to set a good thirty inches from each other. Perfection.

  I separated her dripping wet folds apart with my thumbs and sunk my tongue deep inside her body. Savoring her moistness, I lapped up the juices gushing from her slit. The finest wine wasn’t as sweet or as intoxicating as she was. My hard erection grew thicker and pounded painfully against the jeans I was still wearing. I stood to take them off when I saw three tear drops stream down her cheek.

  Babe?” I said, and felt my heart stutter in my chest.

  “Please stop? I taste like raw chi
cken.”

  I inhaled sharply and was torn between taking in more of her sweet nectar to prove to her that I was frantic about her taste or simply kissing those trembling lips. I chose the latter.

  After a sweet and chasten kiss, I shifted the blindfold off her eyes. She lowered her head letting her dark brown hair fall over her eyes but it couldn’t hide the fact she had been crying.

  I hated myself. She asked me to stop. Hell, I could sense she didn’t enjoy it the first time. But shit, I wanted it.

  I had always boasted that I could read any woman. But she tried so hard to please me, and I was so wrapped up in actually needing someone, I couldn’t read her.

  “Babe, you’re exquisite. If that is what raw chicken taste like than I am going to start ordering it every night because babe, I’m totally obsessed with the way you taste.”

  She nibbled on her bottom lip like it was her last meal and she hadn’t eaten in days. That and the puffiness forming around her eyes caused every cell in my body to catch on fire. It had taken everything in my strength to stand there and remain calm. I didn’t have a clue what to do with this or her.

  “Did your husband tell you that?”

  She nodded then whispered, “He told me he loved nothing more than to do that with an old girlfriend but I smelled rotten and tasted like raw chicken. Even the first night we were together you could hardly do it for more than a moment. I’m sorry.”

  She was apologizing, like she owed me an apology. So sweet. Didn’t she know I didn’t deserve sweet?

  Cherry’s face scrunched together as if she had been physically hit. She closed her eyes tight as if it would make all the pain go away.

  I finally wanted to draw blood for pain not pleasure. I wanted James Webb to fucking die.

  “No, baby, I wanted to devour you that night and every night since. You turned me into a horny teenager again. I was in a frenzy, wanting to taste every inch of your body.”

  The tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet her full lips, I was at a loss.

  I rubbed a finger and thumb over my jaw before pressing my thumb to my bottom lip. Fuck this.

  I hastily unfastened every cuff and chain on her body, shoved the remains of her dress to the floor, and lifted her up in my arms. "Wrap those amazing legs around my waist."

  In less than a second, her legs had my hips in a vice grip and her warm core stroking over my stomach. Why her? Shit, Drake Hart, how in the hell did you let some woman make you so crazy? I had never felt like this before. Fucking ever.

  My lips locked with hers as I walked her over to a rotating swing. Scared shitless. It was that simple. Scared, I would lose her. Even more scared, I would be unable to erase all the lies her bastard for an ex filled her mind with. But the worst of all was that I would bring the final blow, and my past would destroy the one thing I wanted most. Fear was clawing at my insides like a fucking monster.

  I placed her hands on a metal bar above her head and laid her back against the thick, leather straps on the swing. Bending down, I connected leather restraints to her ankles then fasten similar restraints around her thighs. Her back arched, displaying her breast, perfectly. Stroking my hand up and down her inner thigh, I clutched her knee. “Let the bar go,” I said and fell to my knees. The swing twisted in the air eliciting a loud scream from Cherry. I threw her leg over my shoulder, and kissed the inside of her thigh before running my nose along her inner folds, smelling her scent that could only come from heaven.

  Cherry moaned. Sticking out my tongue, I slid it between her legs and tasted my drug of choice.

  “Master,” she screamed, her fingers brushed through my hair. “Yes, yes, that feels . . . oh, God, don’t stop.”

  She didn’t have to worry, I had no intention of ever stopping. My life had been shit. The start was a life no one deserved. But I survived and came out a stronger man, but no matter how much my dad tried I never felt like I had a home. Until her. I lapped at her, tasting the most delicious treat in the world. She was pure. Not one of those girls I screw for a paycheck, not some whore from the club. Get these thoughts out of your head, Drake. She is just another woman.

  I grabbed both her legs to hold her wide opened, burying my face deep within her heat, and slid my tongue over her sensitive bud as she pulled at my hair and screamed out, “Master.”

  I wiggled my tongue deep within her core. “The sweetest taste ever,” I murmured against her opening.

  She bucked against my face and lifted her hips, begging me.

  Beautiful, Cherry pie, you never have to beg. This is my joy.

  I licked harder then sucked her swollen clit into my mouth. At that motion, she came apart as her body convulsed from her climax. The taste that flooded my mouth with her released had me wanting more. But a simple statement, halted me still.

  “I want you inside of me. But I want the vanilla variety,” she said when she freed her lip from her bottom teeth. I wanted to bite that lip too, but I settled for kissing them instead.

  Her tongue darted out and over my lips, tasting herself on them. Her hands gripped my arms and held me to her. “Please, now.”

  Cherry wanted vanilla. I didn’t know how to do vanilla, except as a horny teenager. But screw it, I would give her whatever she wanted because as long as I was inside of her, I was content.

  I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. Chucking my pants across the room, I pulled the swing back over to me. Skin against skin was nothing new for me but it was different with her. There was a spark between us that was new and exciting.

  With every ounce of control, I had in my body, I eased into her. Feeling how tight and wet she was, I screamed out, sweat trickled down my chest.

  Unreal. It had never felt so real. It hit me. I never put on a condom. The buckling of her body, the moans, took my mind from the thought. She felt absolutely unbelievable.

  She raised her head to place a kiss on my lips and lifted her hips to meet my thrush. With each stroke, I went deeper and deeper into the tightest pussy I’d ever had. Hearing each purr, she made was the sexiest sound in the world. Pure music to my ears.

  She grabbed both my shoulders with her hands for support. Then lifted her knees to give me better access. Fuck, yeah. But I couldn’t come and leave her wanting. I kneaded the palm of my hand against her clit, rubbing fiercely.

  I gripped her breast and worked them with my other hand. “I want to feel you come around my cock, I want to see your beautiful face when you do, I want to hear your sweet voice call out my name.”

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cherry panted. “Fuck, Master.”

  I took her hand and sucked on her fingers. “Damn, baby. Not only your pussy but every inch of your body taste delectable.”

  She spasmed wildly around my cock and screamed out my name as an orgasm wrecked her body. When her pleasure came, mine washed over me.

  “Let me come in you. God, please, baby.”

  “Jesus, Drake,” she panted, and shamelessly circled her hips onto my thrusting cock.

  Jerking back my hips, I rammed her one more time, spilling my seed deep within her body.

  Cherry Webb

  I woke with a start before remembering where I was. After the most intense orgasm of my life, I collapsed in Drake’s arms. He carried me over to an oversized king bed. Where he tended to me. Then laid beside me, pulled me against his chest until I crumpled up into his arms and fell into a sudden state of unconsciousness.

  I could still feel the warmth from the cloth as Drake tenderly washed it over my body after we finished on the swing. The sight of him on his knees stroking my most intimate places, cleaning me as if I would break if he handled me wrong was not the experience I pictured I would have at a BDSM club.

  Each new side hidden deep under his hard outer layer that was revealed melted a place on my heart that only he had ever touched.

  The bed vibrated against my body. I turned my body to catch Drake sleeping, his hand gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white.
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  I glanced up at his face and noticed a single tear sliding out the corner of his eye.

  He was crying.

  Hard enough to cause his body to shake.

  Not what I expected from a man like Drake.

  I looked over at the door leading to the bathroom, and wondered if I should ignore his tears. Drake didn’t strike me as a man who would share much of himself with anyone.

  I sat up. I thought about finding myself some clothes to leave. But I couldn’t ignore that pain radiating from his body.

  I twisted at my waist and tapped him on the shoulder. “Drake? Are you okay?”

  He gulped back a large breath, and blinked his eyes before slowly turning his head to look at me. His eyes were swollen and blood-shot. I stroked my hand over his cheek. His eyes softened but grew more sadden in the same instant. “Cherry,” he said, almost questioningly. “Lay down and let me hold you.”

  Just as if we were playing out a scene in the playroom, I did as I was told at once. Pressing my back to his chest, he nuzzled his stubbled jaw on top of my shoulder, his arm tightened around my waist. His chest pounded against my back as his hard, labored breath started to even out.

  “Please don’t hate me. I know I’m fucked, but damn this feels good.”

  He rolled on his back and covered his eyes with the back of his arm. I flipped on my side to face him.

  “It always turns vanilla with you.” His voice had turned raspy and raw. I studied the hand he had placed on his chest because it was safer than looking at his face. I counted to ten before I decided to look at him but just as I got the courage, he sat up, his back facing me.

  “Are you mad I asked for vanilla? I’m sorry. It was just I had never felt so connected to anyone in my life and I just didn’t want to lose that connection.” I laid on my back and stared at the ceiling.

  “Never mad at you. Just . . . Hell, I don’t know. I’ve never thought I was capable of vanilla. Until you . . . And in that moment . . . that was what I wanted too.”