Blake’s hand descended over her mouth, pressing hard against her lips. He bent in close, his eyes black with fury. “You make one more noise like that and I’ll bend you over the bench. I’ll blister that ass. Understood?”
Autumn shook her head, kicking out at him. Her foot connected with his side but he was so hard with muscle, it just hurt her toe. “Ow!”
Blake grunted, though she knew it was in anger, not pain. “You want it that way, huh? Fine.”
A second later she was on her knees, eye to eye with Blake’s groin. Before she could react, one of his hands was cupping the back of her head, the other plunging into his training shorts. And there it was, his cock, thick and purple with blood, even bigger than she remembered it.
“Suck,” he snarled, tugging her forward. Autumn parted her lips and took him deep, tasting the sweat and the sheer humiliation of doing this before they did anything else. As though she was a whore he’d picked up on the street and immediately set to work.
His hand fisted her hair. “That’s it. You keep your mouth on this while I get ready, understood?”
She nodded, not knowing what ‘get ready’ meant but unable to care as she attempted to make her jaw go wider, to take him deeper. She had a flash of the last time she’d done this, the hurt that had followed the excitement of sucking him in his living room. His declaration that blow jobs were all she was good for. Perhaps Blake felt her hesitancy because the hand fisting her hair smoothed down the nape of her neck. “Can you handle me, sweetheart? If you can’t, I’ll spare your mouth. Save it all for your pussy.”
It was reassurance, framed as an insult. Autumn shook her head, taking him deeper into her mouth.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Igh caghn hangle ight,” she garbled around the straining cage of her teeth.
A patronizing pat on the head. “Good girl. Now blow me. Show me what you’re worth.”
Autumn sucked him harder, tasting small salt bursts of pre-come. It was gratifying to know he was as turned on as she was, and she was turned on. Her thighs were now slippery beneath her leggings and her nipples were aching points. She knew that if Blake was to lay a finger on any of her sensitive places, she’d come, but he didn’t lay a finger on any of her sensitive places, he just let her suck him as he moved above her, doing something she couldn’t make out.
She heard the whisper of a rope pulled from somewhere and instinctively wriggled back, needing to see what he was doing. Instantly, Blake pressed a palm to the back of her head, keeping her impaled on his cock. “That’s no concern of yours, Uptown Girl. You keep sucking my cock and put a little more effort into it, I want to feel your tongue on my balls.”
Autumn returned to her task, all the more frustrated but now incapable of screaming, something Blake had probably factored into the arrangement. Music began playing overhead, mildly familiar rock, she suspected was coming from Blake’s phone.
“Just setting the mood,” he said, giving her another demeaning pat on the head. “Gave the man on the desk a hundred bucks for some privacy, but I can’t have the neighbors wondering about the girl getting her brains fucked out in the gym, can I?”
Autumn moaned around his cock. The image of him taking steps to ensure he wouldn’t be discovered screwing her was so perfectly fucked up. Everything about this was.
Blake cupped her cheek. “All done now, sweetheart. One more big suck and you pull your mouth off me, okay?”
Autumn obeyed, diving so deep she gagged a little, before sliding him from her lips. Unencumbered, she looked and saw that he’d strung a thick silvery rope around the pull up bar, woven it into some kind of harness. Her pussy clenched, but she made herself wince a little, because she knew she should.
Blake sneered down at her. “Don’t be like that, Blondie. You’re going to love it. Sluts like you always do.”
The suggestion that she was one of many, that Blake had done this before with another girl, pricked at her ego. “I’m not a slut. You want sex so bad, you’d kidnap someone. You’re the slut.”
Blake’s smiled faded. He reached for her cheeks and the next thing she knew, his cock was back between her lips.
“Didn’t learn your lesson, did you?” he snarled, driving himself into her mouth. “Unless you’re screaming my name, I don’t give a damn about what you have to say. Can you get your pretty head around that or am I going to have to smack your ass until you can’t sit down?”
Autumn shook her head.
“Are you sure? I’d be happy to show you how a real man deals with a smartass woman.”
“Igh meaghn ight,” she managed to say.
“Good. Now pull back again.”
She let his thickness slip from her mouth and Blake reached down and lifted her into the air. He propped her head against the top of the pull up bar, and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Hold still, or there’s going to be big trouble, Blondie.”
Autumn held still and he began to strap her in to the harness, the rope winding tight around her rib cage, her shoulders and her hips. Soon, much sooner than she expected, she was dangling from the pull up bar, her arms and legs spread wide. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Her weight was evenly distributed and none of the ropes were chafing, but he’d forgotten to take her clothes off. She was still wearing her sports bra and leggings, which would restrict all the things she wanted to come next. She cleared her throat. “Wh-what are you going to do to me?”
A smirk. “Lots of things. Don’t you worry about that.” He stepped backward, gazing admiringly at his handiwork. “Beautiful girl, aren’t you? Bet everyone tells you so.”
Au contraire mon frère, said her inner critic, but Autumn ignored it. This was a fantasy, she was beautiful and everyone did tell her so. “Please…”
“Keep quiet, honey. I don’t want to make it hurt, but look at me.” He gestured to his torso. “Look how big I am. I could hurt you without even trying and you don’t want it to hurt, do you?”
She shook her head. The motion made her sway slightly in her bonds but she couldn’t move more than an inch or so. She was bound as securely as a bug in a spider’s web. A thrill zapped through her. Finally. Finally.
“Are you going to be a good girl, Blondie?”
She hesitated.
“You’ve had me in your mouth, you know I’m big everywhere. How do you think it would feel if I took you rough from the very start? Just rammed myself into your tight cunt and took you full force, like I’m dying to? Think you’d like that?”
Um, does bro-country music suck? Autumn made herself shake her head.
“Then you need to understand, Little Miss Uptown Blonde, that I’m being a nice guy here. I’m giving you options. You be good and I’ll make sure it’s good for you. Best you’ve ever had. If you’re not good…” he shrugged. “Who knows what might happen.”
Autumn licked her lips, tasting salt and Blake there.
“So what do you say?” he said, reaching out and laying a big palm against her right breast. “You going to be my good girl?”
She nodded. “Yes, I’ll be good.”
“Glad to hear it. That about brings us to our main attraction.” He stepped forward. Tied up as she was, their eyes were almost level. Blake reached down and tugged at the waistband of her leggings. “We’ve got a problem, don’t we? Your fuck-me gym shit, nice as it is, is fucking up my access. Would you agree?”
Autumn nodded.
“I’ve got a solution for that but it’ll mean saying goodbye to your outfit.”
Yessssss.
“You can get rid of my clothes,” she said in a tiny voice.
“Learning fast, Blondie.” He fingered the line of her sports bra again, making the skin beneath it hum. “You won’t need any of this where you’re going. You’re going to be naked from morning ‘till night.”
She imagined it, being kept stripped on his mattress, turned over and fucked whenever he had the urge. Another zap of electric arousal jolted through her. Her pussy felt i
ndependently alive, clenching and fluttering in tiny pulses. Before, she’d been caught up in her expectations and shame. Now a new clarity was rising. She’d given herself over to Blake and now all she wanted was to get fucked. To be a good girl and receive her award.
Blake grasped her sports bra with two hands. “Here we go.”
He pulled, and Autumn wouldn’t have believed it possible, but the thick mesh material tore open, exposing her nipples. The exposed air felt better than she thought possible. She struggled in her bonds, needing more.
“Easy, Blondie.” He bent down and sucked her into his mouth, the heat and wet of his tongue making her hips buck against her harness. “Please stop!”
Instead, Blake sucked harder. His hands moved from her waist to her legging-clad hips. “I think it’s almost time, Uptown Girl. What do you think?”
Autumn could only whimper, terrified talking would result in more delayed gratification.
“Sounds like a yes.” He cupped the place between her legs. “You’re fucking soaked and no panties either, huh?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you will be sorry.” He fisted the crotch of her leggings and pulled. The seam split and Blake tugged at the material, stretching it wider, exposing her pussy in a way that felt more revealing than if she was wholly naked. Her landlord dropped to his knees so that he was at eye-level with her cunt. “You’re smooth. You let someone wax you, Uptown Girl? Let another person get you ready for me?”
Actually, she’d de-haired herself with a bunch of men’s razors Ian left behind, but this hardly felt like the time to reveal such things. “Yes.”
“Not anymore, you don’t. From now on, the only person who touches you here is me. If I want your tiny cunt smooth, I’ll shave you myself, you got that?”
Autumn nodded.
He wrapped her legs around his shoulders like she was nothing but a doll, staring intently between her thighs. “You still going to give it up?”
“Yes,” she whispered, but it wasn’t until he lowered his head toward her that she realized what he was intending to do. This wasn’t a part of the plan. Sucking his cock and getting tied up, yes. But oral? How was that showing her who was boss?
“No!” she said. “Not that.”
Blake glared up at her. “Not your fucking call. You’re going to get eaten out, Blondie, and I’ll make you hate how much you love it.”
“No! Please! I don’t want that!”
His answering smile was malevolent, but there was also something of her landlord in it, the man who’d taken her to a fancy restaurant and forced her to order what she wanted. The man who was determined to bestow pleasure on her, regardless of whether she thought she’d earned it. You’ll take, Fun-Size, that smile said, you’ll take because you deserve it.
“I’m doing this,” he said.
“But—”
“No buts. You’ve had me in your mouth, you know what I’ve got and if I want to get it inside you, you’ll need to be sopping wet. Besides…” He ducked his head and licked a long hot line through her cunt. “…I’ve been wondering what you taste like for months.”
He pressed his hands into her ass and buried his face in her pussy. For a few seconds he seemed to inhale her rather than do anything else, pressing her scent and taste into his mouth, rubbing her across his lips. She cried out, the sensation pleasurable but too sharp to make her come. Then his fever seemed to die down and he slid his tongue inside her while his lips circled and worried at her clit.
“Tiny little pussy,” he muttered, making her flesh vibrate. “So wet, so fucking warm. My new favorite place.”
He’d said he would make her love it and he kept his promise. His mouth was so large compared to her that he covered everything all at once, licking and sucking and making her thrash in the rope harness. Autumn had never received oral standing up, but the view was spectacular—Blake’s dark head between her thighs, devouring her.
The head Ian gave had been perfunctory, almost clinical in its precision—get her off so that she could get him off. Blake moaned into her pussy as though there were nerves chained from her clit to his cock. He was constantly glancing up at her to gauge her reaction and as she edged closer to orgasm, he pressed one big finger inside her, then two, the rough invasion of it in strange contrast with the soft, fluid motions of his tongue. Autumn fought climax for as long as she could, scared of the noises she’d make, the total abandon she knew she’d feel. Then another of his thick fingers began toying with her asshole, making her scream. “No, please, Blake, no. Not everything, not all at once.”
He didn’t slow for a second. “Don’t fight it, Blondie. What I’m doing to you has your greedy little cunt on fire. There’s nothing for you to do but come.”
“No,” she moaned, “No.”
But it was already ending. Molten pleasure rose up inside her. She was so aware of everything, not only her pussy but her aching nipples, the ropes binding her fast to the pull up bar, the dust in the air, Blake’s low moans of satisfaction. Everything. All at once.
She came hard, shuddering and shaking and screaming Blake’s name. Her limbs went stiff and she felt wetness gush into his willing mouth. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed lit up from the inside before slacking limply into her bonds, nothing but shuddering flesh and willing bone. It felt like eternity.
“That’s it,” Blake growled, his fingers pumping hard inside her. “That feels nice doesn’t it? Having the bad man make your pussy come? Knowing you’ve got no choice but to take it?”
She moaned helplessly, knowing it would turn him on more than any limp sentences she could summon.
Blake got to his feet, his chest gleaming with sweat and his cock straining through his shorts. He pulled a gold square from his pocket and tore it open.
“No,” she pleaded, even as everything inside her said ‘oh fuck yes.’
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Blake snarled. “Shut your mouth and look at my cock.”
She dutifully watched him roll the condom down. His shaft was heavy and dark with blood and though she wanted nothing more than for him to take her, she wondered if this would work. He was so fucking big and it had been months since she’d done Pilates…
“You’re getting a condom now because I’m not leaving a mess for the cops to find,” Blake growled, bringing her back to attention. “Once you’re in your new home it’ll be nothing but bareback, Uptown Girl.”
Autumn’s cunt contracted at the thought of this huge man raw and pumping inside her, feeding his fluids into her body. “I’m not on birth control,” she lied.
Blake smirked, a perfectly evil smirk that spoke of his pleasure in the face of her powerlessness. “I’ll pull out and come on your tits. At least half the time anyway. Now, legs up.”
She disobeyed for the pleasure of having him grab her and force her tethered legs around his waist. His cock was pressed at her entrance and it felt like a battering ram poised in front of a spun sugar fence.
“Ready?” he asked and Autumn really didn’t know. Then he gave her a look, a look that said he wouldn’t hurt her, that he would sooner die than hurt her. She couldn’t explain how she knew he meant that, only that it bled away the last of her reservations. She was a woman and women gave birth to watermelon-sized babies. She would take all of Blake inside her, revel in it, claim him even as he claimed her.
“Do it,” she whispered, playing the part of the terrified captive. “Please just do it and get it over with, please.”
A smile that was not a smirk, but something more. “Whatever you say, Uptown Girl.”
He pressed forward and she parted like butter. The spread of her cunt around him was exactly what she’d needed and she rocked her hips against him, needing more. “Blake. Blake.”
“Look at me, Autumn.”
Her name, he’d called her by her name. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Blake staring at her, his gaze so hot, it burned. He slid deeper, making her mouth fall ope
n as her pussy burned and throbbed around him. Blake could feel it, she’d bet her life on that. His hands as he grasped her hips were shaking and there was a muscle leaping in his jaw. It was clearly taking everything he had not to plunge inside her, but still he went slowly, taking care of her.
Inch by inch he spread her wider, deeper, and soon Autumn was the one who was pushing against him, humping him, trying to get more, faster. The heat stoked by her first orgasm was back, burning like a flame between her legs. She needed to come again, to feel her landlord fuck her with the brutality of a man who’d abduct a girl from his gym.
Yet, Blake wasn’t playing that scene. He held her firmly and drove in slowly. When at last he’d seated himself deep inside her, their hips locked, and Autumn felt a fullness that had nothing to do with Blake’s cock. She stared into his incredible eyes and for reasons she couldn’t explain, said, “Thank you.”
His mouth twitched the way it did when she told a joke, but his eyes blazed hot. It looked like he was going to say something, but then he shook his head and it was gone. He didn’t shut down exactly, but Autumn could see he was putting whatever he felt aside. Storing it wherever this big silent man stored unwanted things. His eyes darkened and his brows lowered, making his handsome face unkind again. He thrust his hips and Autumn whimpered at the throb between her legs.
“You like that, little whore? You like my big dick inside you?” She shook her head and he laughed. “Girls like you always want this. They want a man to fuck them hard. Take them rough and make them like it. And since you can take all of me, it’s time I took all of you.”
“N—” she barely began the word before he clapped a hand over her mouth. “It’s time to get fucked, Blondie. Nothing left for you to say.”
He plunged inside her, setting the fast, brutal pace she’d imagined ever since she’d slotted her landlord into her darkest fantasies. It was an explosion, a cavalcade of pleasure force-fed directly into her cunt. She hung in her harness, unable to move or resist. Every thrust reinforced her helplessness, her subjectivity to Blake’s will. Time sped up as her heart began to pulse hard and sweat spread across her still-clad body. She made noises she barely recognized, mewling, whimpering, feline noises as she tipped ever closer to a devastating orgasm.
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