by Nicole Fox
“You're gonna have to tuck me in, you know,” I purred.
He just grunted, a little smile forming on his lips. Sleeping in a bed with someone new is always strange. Will they toss and turn? Will they snore? Are they a cuddler? Or do they just steal the covers? It had been a long time since I'd shared a bed with someone other than a one night stand. When I'd spotted Kort earlier today in the diner, I'd had no idea I'd end up sleeping in the same bed as him, and definitely not while I was wearing handcuffs locking me to the headboard.
I sucked in a breath as he pulled the blanket back up to tuck it under my chin, the fabric brushing over my excited nipples.
“Sleep tight,” he grunted as he left my side and went around to climb into bed.
He turned off the lights and hopped in.
It certainly spoke to my utter exhaustion that I fell asleep, even in that nearly tortuous position. I was out like a light in no time, with Kort's soft, deep, even breaths lulling me along to the land of the Sandman in no time.
I slept a dreamless sleep, then. Which, by itself was almost a blessing. Most nights I dreamed of my Pops and my mother, and that day five years ago when he'd murdered her, beat her to death. That night in the hotel room with Kort I didn't have any.
The next morning I awoke to a heavy, solid arm draped over my breasts, and Kort's soft, rhythmic breathing my ear. His well-built body pressed against mine, and I would have been covered in a patina of sweat if the covers hadn't pulled back from my naked body in the middle of the night.
My body reacted on some piece of autopilot, and I groggily licked my lips. I don't know if it was my memories from the day before, of the two times I'd already been with him, or if it was the cuffs locking me into place. Whatever it was my body reacted rather inappropriately for the situation.
I bit my lower lip as I pushed my ass back into his crotch, feeling his morning erection through his cotton boxer briefs. I moved my hips again, stroking him through the thin material, relishing the way he felt between my cheeks.
He groaned a little, his hand sliding over to my breast, cupping it.
“Kort?” I whispered, still rubbing myself on his underwear-clad cock. “You awake, handsome?”
“Lydia,” he groaned, half-awake. “What are you-?”
I shushed him with my motion and a soft whimper.
Kort's breath came faster in my ear as his hand realized where it was, squeezed gently. His lips brushed my ear as he moved closer, pressing his body more fully into mine. A moan escaped my lips as his rough palm rubbed across my sensitive nipple. I turned my head, tried to look back at him.
“No,” he said harshly, his voice a firm whisper. “I like you there.”
His command sent a shiver through my whole, trussed up body. I struggled against the cuffs around my wrists as I nodded, my breath coming faster, the metal of my bindings biting into my skin. His other hand forced its way beneath my body, snaked up around my chest, pulled at my nipple.
I threw my head back as much as I could in this restrained position, my hands still cuffed above my head, a low moan escaping my lips. “Oh, Kort,” I groaned.
His hand on my breast slid down my outstretched form, over my ribs, over my flat stomach, brushing just the top of my well-kept blonde thatch, a trail of fire in its wake. I panted and bit my lower lip, whining low as I moved my hips forward, tried to encourage his hand to take that final plunge.
He smiled against my ear as he took my lobe between his lips, his breathing hot on my neck and in my hearing. He groaned a little in appreciation of my desire. “Do you like that?” he growled as his hand came up from between my legs, scratched over my stomach.
I could tell he was enjoying this just as much as I was. “God yes,” I groaned, pushing back into his now fully engorged manhood.
“Beg for it, then,” he replied. “I want you to beg for me to play with you. I want you to beg me to cum.”
I gasped and nodded, playing along with him. For a moment, I even began to believe this was a game, and not a deadly serious test of sexual wills. If I could get him to trust me, if I could get him to indulge me more in this, I could gain his confidence. And, like all men, if he was overconfident, he would begin to make mistakes, mistakes that I could use to my advantage.
His hand dipped down to my hips, roughly pulled me over so I was more on my back. He gripped my thigh and pulled my legs apart, easily fighting my token resistance. I still couldn't see him, could only feel his hot breath on me, his hands roaming my nude body. Not being able to see him just seemed to add to my passion, seemed to urge it to a greater flame. Finally is fingers traced up and down my dripping sex, finding my clit.
Pleasure shot through me, spreading out to my sore limbs, my sore body, pushing all the pain away. I groaned again, louder this time, my heart beating like a drum. I licked my lips, closed my eyes, panted louder. “Oh, please,” I groaned, “please fuck me again. I want to feel you inside me.”
His fingers continued to strum me like a harp, dancing over my sensitive little nub.
I pushed my hips into his hands, encouraging them to go faster as I bit my lip harder. I breathed hard and fast, so much I felt like I was hyperventilating with the urgency of it. I struggled against the handcuffs, tried to grasp something, but my fingers only grabbed thin air.
He continued to play with me, but more urgently.
I arched my whole body, something about my being bound sending me over the edge even faster. My sense of helplessness, my lack of control as he forced pleasure onto my willing body, made it seem all the more taboo. My orgasm was almost here already, and my body felt like I'd stepped on the third rail.
“Cum for me, slut,” Kort whispered roughly in my ears as his fingers worked on me. “Cum for me.”
I pushed my legs wider, ground my hips on his hand as his teeth bit down hard on my shoulder. A flash of light brightened my world, exploding between my legs and taking my whole body with it, as I screamed out my orgasm to anyone who could hear it through the walls. “Oh fuck!” I half-moaned, half-yelled as my hips bucked and my whole body contracted and spasmed under the flood of pleasure.
My body went slack and Kort removed his hand. I felt him move, the whole bed shaking as he stripped off his briefs. He grabbed my hips and flipped me over, forcing my face into the pillow as he spread my legs wide with his knees.
I knew what was coming. He was going to shove that giant cock into my still-sore pussy again, and I was going to love every moment of it. I moaned again, this time in anticipation. With how lewdly wide my legs spread, he didn't even try to open my lips. I was already on display for him. He shoved his cock into me, going halfway in with one thrust.
I screamed into the pillow, my body wracked with mind-altering pleasure as he slid out and pushed back into me, not stopping till his heavy balls were resting against my clit. A sense of fullness took over my body, unlike anything I'd experienced. My body shook again as I came on his hard cock.
With my hands still over my head, and my face buried in the cushion, he fucked me harder, slamming the headboard into the wall with each thrust of his hips against my ass, pushing me forward into the mattress. Every stroke seemed to hit my g-spot, seemed to bring me to a new level of the darkest vision of Heaven anyone had ever conceived.
I don't know if it was the cuffs, or the position, but this was somehow even more intense than the first two times I'd been with him. The whole hard fucking he gave me felt like one intense orgasm after another. He slapped my ass, hard.
My brain and my pussy lit up like it had just met its new best friend. I shoved back hard onto his cock, gyrating as I ground myself against him. He spanked me harder, his hand alternating back and forth between my cheeks as his other grabbed my hips and yanked me back onto him. I was like a faucet stuck on hot for him, my steaming love pouring over his driving cock. I didn't know how much more pleasure I could take before my whole body just shut down. I screamed again, my insides massaging his cock like an Asian masseuse.
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He gripped my hips with both hands and picked up the pace, somehow, slamming into me harder and faster. I screamed louder, my body going lax with the intensity of the fucking. “Kort!” I moaned. “Please, please cum in me. I need to feel it inside me.”
His whole body seemed to freeze at my words, went entirely stiff as a board, and then I could feel him inside, his manhood exploding as he began to slowly, thoroughly fuck me. I felt him inside, his cream filling me, his manhood painting my insides. I squeezed hard around him, trying to get more as I panted in more pleasure than I'd ever thought possible.
Finally, he pulled himself from me, and I could feel our excitement on the inside of my thighs as I collapsed completely to the motel mattress. I continued to pant, even as he kissed my back and shoulder sloppily. I closed my eyes as he jumped from bed and hopped in the shower.
As I lay there, his cum still dripping from my well-used, well-fucked, well-pleasured pussy, I realized something. I still hadn't even seen him this morning. My whole body shivered again as another orgasm, this time mentally stimulated, tremored through me.
As I lay there waiting for him to finish his shower, drifting in and out, I realized how much I hated that I had to leave him.
Chapter Ten
Kort
Lydia was under my skin, and I knew it. When we left the motel that morning, I couldn't get the feel of her warm body pressed against mine out of my head. She was so soft, so firm, so untamed. Having her on the road with me like this, I knew she was a recipe for disaster. As amazing as the sex was, I knew no good could come of this. But what other option did I have? I couldn't just show up at Joey Banks' Warehouse empty handed. I'd never get through the front gates, and I knew it.
But, as much as playing with Lydia was like playing with nitroglycerine, it was all I had. She was a necessary evil in this game if I meant to avenge Milo, a two edged, razor sharp sword that could cut me just as well as she could help me. Maybe there was a way I could harness her hate for her father? Maybe, if she knew I was trying to bring him down, she would go along with my plans, and help me get through the front doors?
“Hey, Kort,” she said from the passenger seat, bringing me back from my musings.
“What?”
“Can we do something about the handcuff situation?” she asked.
I just frowned as I glanced at her.
“Please?” she asked as she rotated her shoulders, trying to loosen them up. “It's killing me to sleep like that, and I know we still have a couple days.”
“You've already run on me once.”
“Look, I'm not saying you can't still lock me up,” she cajoled. “Just saying we could maybe come up with something more comfortable. I just don't want to spend tonight sleep with my arms over my head again, that's all.”
I sighed. Perhaps, I reasoned, if I made things a little more comfortable for her, she'd loosen up a little. More flies with honey than vinegar, or whatever that shit phrase was. I considered for a moment what my options were, going through the various ways I'd seen people chained up. Even with my decently long stretch as a career criminal, I hadn't seen too many. After a minute or two of thought I was pulling over into the Wal-Mart on the outskirts of town.
“What're we getting here?” she asked as I parked the car in the back of the lot, as far away from the other shoppers as possible.
“Supplies for fixing your situation. Like you asked.” I got out and went around to the passenger side. I undid her cuffs and helped her from the car as she rubbed her wrists and massaged her shoulders. “Now, remember,” I said as we headed through the lot and up to the store, “you get the cops called on us, you're in just as deep shit as me. Grand theft auto ain't a small crime.”
She grumbled. “Don't have to remind me, handsome. I'm well aware.”
Inside, we headed back to the hardware section. I grabbed a length of chain, one long enough to give her some more freedom of movement, and a padlock. The idea was, I could use the chain to connect the cuffs on her wrists to the cuffs on the headboard, or the rails on the bed if it didn't have one. This way she could sleep with her hands in a more comfortable position than stretched over her head like the previous night.
That done, we swung by the woman's clothing section and grabbed her several pairs of new panties. “Look,” she whispered, “I dropped the ones I had when you tackled me in the parking lot.”
“Fine,” I grumbled as she picked up a few.
On the way up to the checkout, kidnapper gear in hand, she stopped me. “Hey, Kort. Can we do something real fast?”
I growled. “What now? I'm already doing this shit, what else do you fucking want?”
“Just a few books, okay? You're not exactly a great conversationalist, and I like to read while I'm in the car.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine,” I said as I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her over to the books section. She immediately squealed and started digging through the huge selection of romance novels, pulling each book out and reading the back cover. “You know, you ain't exactly stellar in that department either.”
She pulled her eyes away from a cheap paperback and eyed me. “What?”
“Fucking exactly,” I replied, sneering.
“Whatever, Kort. You're just lucky you're a great fuck.”
“Great, huh?” I mused.
“Don't let it go to your head,” she replied as she went back to browsing. “Buck's wasn't exactly a meat market or anything. Before you, it was months since I'd seen anything other than an overweight trucker in that joint.”
In a sense, she was right. I wasn't exactly much for talking to begin with, especially not with someone who could use anything I told to try and get at me. I laughed and shook my head.
“What about you?” I asked. “What makes you think you're so damn special and anything more than a piece of ass?”
“Well,” she replied as she decided one book was good enough for her stash and tucked it under her arm. “For one, I can read.”
“Think I can't read?” I asked, a little upset. I could read, I just didn't like to. They're two different things. “Think I'm just some dumb thug? I found you, didn't I?”
She sighed. “Finding me at that gas station wasn't exactly you writing a dissertation on quantum mechanics or anything, handsome.”
“Well, I can fucking read.”
“Okay,” she replied, tucking another book under her arm. “What was the last book you read?”
I looked to ceiling, searching my memory banks. Damn, what was the last book I'd read? Had it been all the way back in high school? That one about the lawyer and the little girl in the south? Shit, it had been in high school. I growled and shook my head. “I can fucking read,” I repeated.
She chuckled and went back to browsing. We stayed silent as she grabbed another book and we headed to check out.
“What's that say?” she asked, pointing to one of those cheesy black and white newspapers as we stepped into line.
“Bat Boy Escapes Again?” I said, before I realized she was making fun of me. I muttered under my breath as she snickered.
“Just checking,” she said.
We finally got through the line. The cashier, a middle-aged woman with mousy brown hair, gave us an amused smile as she saw our check out selection of chains, locks, new panties, and romance novels. “Just got together, or trying to rekindle that old flame?” she asked as she bagged our items.
I just glared as I pulled my money clip and handed her the cash.
“Brand new,” Lydia replied, a saccharine-sweet smile on her lips as her hand went down to my ass and gave a little pinch.
I jumped in surprise, breaking my glare and shifting it to Lydia. We headed outside, and back to where I'd left my car in the back forty of the lot, the chain jingling in the bag like a menacing jester as we crossed the burning hot blacktop.
“Get in the car,” I said as I pulled the cuffs from my back pocket. I locked her wrists up behind her back like before, then g
ot her into the passenger seat, then buckled her back in. With her secure, I pulled the chain from the bag and bent down between her legs.
“Woah there, handsome,” she purred. “Thought you might wanna wait for tonight before an encore.”
“Shut up, Lydia,” I growled as I wrapped the chain around one of the chair supports below, then stretched it up in front, padlock in hand. With the chain outstretched, I unbuckled her.
“What are you doing?” she asked as I switched her cuffs around to the front, then locked the chain around the connector in the middle of the bracelets.
“Figured you'd want to read,” I replied as I shut the door.
