by M. P. Lodi
He leaned into her and put his head on her stomach as she stood next to him, he looked up at her face from his spot under her breasts. “It's true. I did think of you for many years just from the smell of your hair and our hug that day. Every time ‘Sweet Child of Mine played’ if I had my iPhone you'd see it as my first song in my romantic playlist.” She held his hair with both hands. “You have a romantic playlist? You have to see mine, my phone is upstairs. I have that song too, as well as the song that was playing that day you fell. ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart.’”
The coffee machine finished dripping her cup. He let her go “If you want more French Vanilla it’s in the fridge. That one on the counter is about empty.”
I tell you what I want, after this coffee. She came back to the table with her filled cup, but as she passed Jackson to go sit, she first nibbled on his neck.
“I'm all for it.” He smiled.
Jen said “I have an idea that would be great for us. I've been reading this book called Medieval Tyrant.” Jen looked at Jackson as he seemed to ignore her. What was up with that?
Jackson was looking at the newspaper in front of him and read the headline “Greece Near Default Again.”
She looked at him strangely. “I notice that you're very easily distracted.”
He smiled and looked at her. “I'm sorry, I was told I have an attention issue. ADHD. You said you read or was reading a book...”
She leaned in to kiss him, a short kiss but it made him want more. As he tried to get closer, she pulled back “Yes, there are these characters in it that play a game called Dragon. It is a license to get as wild as you want in bed, without any danger of hurting your partner.”
“You know I wouldn't hurt you, unless it was like the other night when you asked me to spank you.”
Jen was almost blushing. He said “You asked me to spank you so I knew it wasn't hurting you, at least until you asked me to stop.”
She took a sip of her coffee, as Jackson looked back down at the article about Greece. She snapped her fingers in front of him and said “Pay attention over here.”
“That's the point. I really didn't want you to stop, but I did say stop. Playing Dragon means as long as your partner doesn't say Dragon, you keep going. Even if I'm crying and my ass is bright red. This lets you be as rough as you want and still know you're not hurting me, really. It's all fantasy.”
He stared into her eyes and said “Tell me your deepest, darkest fantasy. I'll make it real for you.”
Jen said “I think I almost just came. I'm getting horny, sir.”
He tilted his head, “You better finish that cup in the next ten seconds, or you'll be sorry. You understand me.”
She smiled, a sexy mischievous smile. “Yes sir.”
Twenty seconds later she had the cup to her lips. It was probably the longest sip of her life, to start things up. Jackson looked at her, like he were pissed off. He stood up and said. “Put the cup down, now.”
“I'm not done drinking it yet.” She said with a slight attitude and look of defiance. He was sure he was up to the challenge after their chats about her fantasies. Fantasies which were his own as well. He was her perfect play partner and companion. Her every desire and fantasy was actually his own.
He took the cup from her hands, placed it on the table and picked her up. “Get off of me. What are you doing?” Shut your mouth. I'm going to bring you to the attic, that way if you keep getting out of line, No one can hear you if you scream.”
Jen
He took hints well. She was madly in love, and she's only known him for less than a week. It wasn't simply the sexual attraction and lust, but they were awesomely good pluses. To be so into your partner that every thought and fantasy is of them, is what any woman wants. They were almost like lovers that had been together for many years, at least Jen saw it that way. She still felt a slight hesitation on his part, but that could be from the circumstances and recent events he was in. She knew she could make him feel great and forget his own worries, as he masterfully handled and controlled her own pleasure.
He carried her up the stairs to the second floor, then to the stairs leading to the attic. It took a few minutes as the mansion was immense, as well as her minor struggles here and there to get the feel of being at his mercy. By the time they got upstairs, she knew what Jackson said was right. She could scream her lungs out up there and no one, not even Noah and Em downstairs would hear. As he opened the door to the attic, it was furnished well, unlike an old attic full of boxes and dust, this one had the best of everything. The ceilings though were low and came together in the middle at an angle. With beams crossing overhead, Jen gained plenty of ideas on their use. Her fantasy mind was in overdrive and she thought of delicious scenarios that she knew Jackson would do with her.
He put her down next to a sofa hugging the left wall. There was a black bag near her feet. Then he surprised her by grabbing hold of both of her arms, placing them behind her, and holding them back. The hold was so secure that she couldn’t break away no matter how hard she tried. He then pushed her down to her knees on the rug.
“Let me go now.” She ordered.
“You're starting to sound like a broken record. You need a new line.” His answer was to lower her to the floor, which he did slowly since both of her hands were locked behind her, held by his left arm. He used his right to brace them both as they went to the rug, before releasing her arms and turning her over like she was a side of beef. She had thought being taken from behind would have been heavenly. God, his muscles and strength were amazing. There's nothing like having a well-muscled man handle you.
He laid himself on top of her and grabbed both of her wrists in his hands, above her head to pin her down. She struggled against him, getting wet in the process. She wanted to be at his total mercy and he knew it. He wanted her totally at his mercy, and she wanted his hands free at the same time while she were exposed and not able to resist him. He held both of her wrists with his right hand and took his shirt off in one stroke with the other. Wow, his chest was incredible. The shirt dangled on his right until he switched hands pinning her wrists together above her head with his left hand. He flung his shirt to the side.
With his other hand he started to undo his web belt that held his shorts. A black belt, the kind that's perfect for bondage, she had told him as much the day before after asking him to tie her hands to test it. Jackson was more than happy to oblige, and do the customary screwing soon after. She came to realize days earlier that all she needs to do is whisper the words “I've been bad” and he would soon be spanking her. Now after days of kinky fun, she merely needed to give him a look and he was all over her. They were developing their own signals and fantasy acts that could be started almost in an instant.
Jen struggled against his one hand, holding both of hers tightly above her head. He was so strong and she loved it. She panted and fought to get free. Her legs were useless, she could move them, but to do what? Her ankle was still a little hurt from the fall last week, so she didn't want to fight too much with her legs. His legs were twice the size of her own, and all muscle. She couldn't fight even if she really wanted to. “Get the fuck off of me now.” She yelled right into his face.
She did want to fight him. She wanted him to be rougher with her. Her fantasy was for Jackson to tie her up with that belt, rip her clothes off and use her as he desired. Nice and naked, Jackson flipped her back to her stomach. She used all of her strength to resist him as he grabbed both of her wrists behind her and started wrapping his belt around them. He moved his legs up to either side of her arms, preventing them from moving as the belt wound around her arms, around and around at least four times. She wasn't going to be able to get free. She struggled in her bondage, loving every second. She used all of her strength to break free, and couldn't move much at all.
As he pinned her on her stomach to the ground under him with his left hand on her neck, she rubbed her crotch against the carpet as she fought to get her hands free.
He took his hand on her neck and grabbed her hair at her scalp, pulling her head back a few inches by her hair, and showing his control now over her head and body. It was both uncomfortable, and sexy at the same time. She pulled against his grip, feeling her hair now as he held tight. The helpless feeling shot straight to her pussy even though the position wasn't one for sex.
“Get the fuck off of me,”
“Make me.” She loved hearing that. The words sent shivers of delight down her spine and made her tingle inside. She tried to move her arms, she was stuck. His legs were on either side of her, and her feet flailed uselessly. Her head held back and off the rug by her hair. If only he could be inside her at that moment. Her fantasy danced in her head.
She jerked her head against the grip he had on her hair and lowered her head slowly to the rug, releasing his hold. She took in a long breath. He then showed her that wide leather belt that she had told him would be perfect for her ass. He took it out of that bag near her head, just seeing it sent a quick burst of thrilling pleasure to her pussy that ended in a tingling sensation in her legs. He took the belt from her view and brought it down on her ass. It was a burst of painful pleasure that went straight through her. Her mouth opened wide and toes curled as her arms struggled against the belt holding them together. She looked behind with her left eye, and caught a glimpse of how he positioned himself. His knee was below her strapped arms and above her ass, holding her to the ground. His right hand held her neck down firmly to the rug.
The belt was in his left hand. Again the strap fell on her ass and she winced, he did it again, much harder than before. She curled her hands into fists causing her nails to hurt her own palms, biting into them harder as he hit down yet again. Her legs still flailed uselessly as she rubbed again against the rug. “Stop doing that, let me go” Again the belt came down on her ass. “Too hard.” She cried out.
The sensation of rubbing herself against the rug as he had her pinned, arms strapped behind her and belt hitting her ass was too much intense, erotic and raw pleasure. Again and again the belt came down until he said “Spread your legs.”
“Fuck you, get off me.” The belt hit again. He took his knee off of her back, let go of her neck, releasing the pin, before changing sides and knees to allow him to face the other way. Now his left knee was under her strapped arms, but he didn't pin her neck.
“Spread your legs now.” His command didn't scare her. “Fuck you”, she responded while breathing hard as she tried to get a better view of him holding her down. If only there was but a mirror to see this all happening. She could be a voyeur to her own sweet torture. Her neck hurt from the struggle of twisting it round so she could see more. Again the belt fell, but now it was in rapid succession. The pain overwhelmed her and she felt as if the belt were cutting the skin on her ass. “Please, it hurts. I'm sorry” she whimpered. One more rap came down and he repeated his order “Spread your legs.”
But this time she did so without a smart remark. His right hand went to her pussy, and she felt every finger. She was completely wet.
“I don't feel as if you're being punished enough. Maybe you're enjoying this too much.” He said as the frustration of not being able to move made her even wetter. He put two fingers into her and then took them out after a slow inner circular massage. His fingers then went to her clit, lubricating, then his hand massaged her pussy the way she had showed him was her favorite way to masturbate. After a full minute of more than enough pleasure for her to orgasm, he stopped. It was like he knew she were about to explode and decided to purposely frustrate her, to make her explode with more intensity on the next rise. The belt fell again. It was a surprise this time, but it was lighter. Then again, it fell on her ass, a little harder.
“Jackson, please. It hurts. No more.” Again and again the belt felt like it was tearing into her ass as the strength behind each blow grew. With each slap down, she rubbed against the rug, hiding the rub with the strapping. A wave of heat swept over her, as she tested the belt holding her wrists.
“From here on you'll have to start following my orders more quickly. If not... you understand what happens.” Swat. The belt hit again which made her moan. Several strangled moans came from her mouth as she started to cry. Tears rolled down her cheek. “I'm sorry, I promise I'll be good.”
His hand cupped her pussy and she clamped her legs tight on it, catching it there. He blew out some air. “Is that supposed to stop my hand from picking the belt back up?”
“No, I'm sorry.” Her tears fell to the rug. “Please, I'll be good. Whatever you want.”
“Good, now you're learning. Keep your mouth shut until I tell you to speak.” Her legs were parted and he massaged her up and down, exactly how she loved it. Again he used one hand to hold her neck. She pushed up against him but couldn't much move at all. She fought against the straps holding her wrists tightly, and kept that struggle up as he continued to massage her pussy. His knee kept her body pinned to the rug. He just held her there, not applying more than the pressure needed to keep her pinned. The belt around her wrists bit deliciously into her skin and his hand was like heaven on her pussy. Each stroke was electric to her and she was mass of nerves on the verge of explosion. Excitement grew until he stopped the massage. His knee left her back and he got up to grab a pillow from the couch next to them. He picked her up by the hips and placed the pillow under her, lifting her ass three inches into the air.
“As my toy for the night, I need to use you.” Without warning, he held her on both sides of her hip and from behind thrust into her. Her pussy wasn't ready even though completely wet. The first thrust was painful as she hadn't adjusted to the length of his shaft, it almost felt like he would break her. She struggled with her wrists and tried to reach the buckle, but couldn't. He pushed in again and again, invading her soft, wet pussy. She whimpered and jerked against the strap holding her, as he thrust in and out over and over as bolts of pleasure shot through her entire body.
She was deep in her fantasy role and begged “Please let me go. You're hurting me.”
Shut. The. Fuck. Up. He said in rapid succession in between thrusts as he plowed into her. She struggled to control her breathing, and felt a small breeze from the window hit the sweat on her forehead. Her pussy clamped around his cock as he plunged each time, doing her best to grab onto it. Her ass still stung. “Please” she cried out, his answer was to take his right hand and slap her right cheek hard where her ass was already on fire. “I'm sorry, please don't spank me.”
Her cries were ignored. There was a river of pleasured heat between her legs. With each thrust the tension grew. He thrust in and out three more times, and then alternated, using his left hand to spank her left cheek while pulling her to him with his other hand on her hip. He continued this for what must have been a few minutes, alternating between ass cheeks as Jen drifted completely off into her zone, between fantasy and reality, helped along by the sensation of his cock reaching deep into her. He pulled out and surged back in, forcing her to make sounds out of her mouth that she never thought she could make.
Completely losing track of the world around her, she realized she had drooled onto the carpet and her cheek pressed against a wet spot, but she didn't care.
That along with the strap that now cruelly bit into her arms, she was tormented. She was in her own tormented heaven, with her ass on fire and unable to do a thing about it. Then she heard Jackson moan, grunt as he thrust into her harder. The sensation was overwhelming for her. She cried out “ahh”. She couldn't hear well in that moment and thought it sounded like he had moaned again, or was softly crying as he thrust in again, this time he was slower. She focused on the waves of heat that spread through her body. Every nerve seemed to have been hit as she lost control over her legs, that spasmed uncontrollably, while the rest of her tingled and felt like electricity was surging through her.
Jen was still not finished with her orgasm. His last thrust started a second wave inside her. It was deep from within
and spread like wildfire, but he pulled out, when she didn’t want him to. He used his hand to massage her pussy, while using the other to grab the back of her neck and pin her head to the rug. The extra control was exactly what she needed. He rapidly massaged and her second was coming. She moaned and moaned, calling out “Jackson” her limbs again jerked, as she stopped struggling against the strap that held her arms. After close to a minute of the treatment, she became motionless.
Jackson slowly stopped as she panted. The pleasure passed the point of 'too much'. He let go of her neck allowing her to turn on her right side, and look at him. He leaned back against the couch. His own mouth open and eyebrows high. She tried to focus. She licked her lips and blew out some air in order to regulate her breathing.
“That kind of orgasm is mind-blowing. Was it for you?” She asked, while staring at his chest, and left arm. She saw his cock was still hard but starting to relax. He nodded up and down. She then looked into his eyes. “I'm getting stiff.”
He moved behind her and undid the belt holding her arms together high behind her back. With her arms free, she got up into a sitting position next to him, both leaning against the sofa. He rubbed and kissed her arms where the belt bit into her skin. “We might need to get some more toys, they sell hospital restraints that are comfortable but impossible to get free from. What do you think?”
She leaned into him and kissed him “Tell me what you want out of us.” She asked almost shyly as they hugged.
“I want to see you laugh and orgasm uncontrollably. I want to feel your heartbeat as I do now with you nuzzled against me while I caress your hair, but most of all, I want us both to look into each other’s eyes as we each say “I love you, till death do us part.”
She looked at him, with instant tears in her eyes, to which they both said those very words. He kissed her with eyes closed, and pulled back. He opened them and said “Let's make it official.”
