Wanted_Big Bad Brother

by Natalie Knight

  She sees what I have in my hand and the intensity in the room magnifies. Her eyes widened as it registers what's about to come. I slip the blindfold over her eyes and then I flip her over so that I can tie her hands behind her back.

  Having her tied up like this, vulnerable to my every whim and desire, makes me feel so powerful. So fucking hard.

  I get off on this kind of thing and having it with Allie enhances the experience tenfold. It's the feeling I want to have with her. I can't explain why I just want to dominate her.

  "Can you see?" I say.

  "No," she says with a slight quiver in her voice.

  I love that I make her this nervous. Even with the alcohol in her system, liquid courage so to say, she can't help but be a little fearful of me.

  It's because I force her to explore unknown places. She was probably unaware of her desire to submit until she met me.

  I bring her to new peaks of pleasure that she's never known, and yet commingled with that is a sense of pain. The pleasure-pain experience is what she craves and it's what I can deliver.

  "Are you ready for this?" I ask.

  "Yes," she breathes.

  She doesn't even know what she just said yes to. I go to the side table beside the bed and pull out a couple more items. One thing I take out is a huge dildo which I intend on using on her very well. And then I pull out a little vibrator. Might as well make this interesting.

  "What are those?" she asks.

  "Shh," I caution her. "You'll find out soon."

  She's tied up and blindfolded, bent over my bed, with her beautiful ass in the air. I take the vibrator and slowly insert it into her wet pussy. I know it's wet for me but she's not gonna have me just yet.

  She gasps as I insert the toy deep inside her. Then I click on the button and it starts to vibrate and to rotate around.

  I move the toy in and out slowly as it pulsates circles around inside of her. She's breathing hard and I can tell this is going to bring her maximum pleasure.

  I do it for a while until I think she might explode. I can't have her coming just yet. Let's draw it out some more.

  It's time to get my fill. I pull her over to the side of the bed so that her face is in line with the edge. Then I push my cock down her throat.

  From my standing position, I have great access to her mouth and throat.

  I hear her choking and breathing around my cock and it only serves to harden me more. I'm turned on, almost to a level that's more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.

  I thrust and pump into her more but the sensation of her lips around me and her tongue sliding along my shaft, well, it's gonna make me come sooner than expected. I pull out.

  Then I get onto the bed and take her from behind. I spread her open wide and use the little vibrator to circle her clit as I enter her.

  "Xavier," she moans. "You're so fucking good. Fuck, I'm gonna explode."

  Does she know that every time she breathes my name I get a little more determined to make it the only name she ever utters this way again?

  The date was fun, the verbal sparring and sexual tension, but it's all been leading to this. This moment of me inside of her, her ultimate surrender, it's all we both care about.

  Nothing gets better than this. We have a fucking connection. Something unexpected. I can't deny that anymore.

  I fuck her gently at first. I just want to savor the sensation of her pussy tightening around me. Allie is everything and more and I don't know what I'm getting into, but for the moment I let myself sink deeper into her and into the awareness of our connection. It's all coming together.

  The world is hazy and I just see Allie's blonde hair everywhere and her breathing intensifies to keep up with me.

  She's all I have, and all I want, but even I can't admit this just yet. It's too real to acknowledge, so deep that it scares the shit out of me. What the fuck is happening with this girl?

  Allie

  My hands are tied behind my back, I'm blindfolded, and he's pressing me down on the bed as he fucks me from behind.

  It doesn't get much more intense than this.

  I don't know what I did to merit his scorn and fury, but it all feels good in my body, so I'm game.

  This all started in the club. The heated exchanges between us, the fact that he brought another girl, all of it was leading to this moment. What he did made me furious and a part of me can't even believe I went to bed with him anyway.

  At the same time, the sexual buildup, the energy that was vacillating between us in the club, it all led to this moment.

  And to me, this moment is special. I have never been tied up before Xavier. I've never let a guy blindfold me and do things to me with sex toys. I feel like this is virgin territory, and oh my God, what have I been missing out on?

  Sex with him is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. He's dominant and controlling and yet also acutely aware of what it is I want and need.

  There's an unspoken boundary he will not cross. I feel strangely sure that he’ll never hurt me. He doesn't deserve to have my trust yet, but he has it. He owns me, at least for this moment.

  I never dreamed I would be tied up like this. I've never gone to such extremes as with this guy, but with Xavier extremes are necessary. It takes a lot to satisfy him. He tries to claim me on every level, body, mind, and spirit. And now, as the world is darkened by my blindfold, he's taking me to new levels.

  Everything's sensory. The feeling of his shaft sliding slowly into me. The sound of his harsh breathing as he pumps into me and has his way with my pussy that's aching and throbbing.

  All I can think of is when? When can I come? He likes to call the shots on that, and in a weird way I want to obey that. I want to fucking please him, and I don't know why.

  I try to catch my breath, but it’s impossible. His gigantic cock feels so good, filling me up in every way. The sensation of pleasure rises and falls and I'm ready to just ride that wave, but before I have a chance, he pulls out another trick of the trade.

  He's got some kind of little vibrator pressed against my clit. Now the feelings are varied. I want to come from inside, deeply, and from without. The combination will result in a dangerous explosion that will leave me dizzy for days.

  I know what he's doing. He's taking me so far over the edge that I'll never forget this night. I'll never forget him. Not that I could if I tried.

  He circles my clit over and over again and the effect is tantalizing. This, combined with the feel of his gigantic cock filling me up, well, I'm about to come whether he wants me to or not.

  The idea of it is glorious, but I'm trying to ride the surge of pleasure as best I can so as not to disappoint the man in charge.

  I'd do anything for him. I sincerely think that, and yet it's so early. What am I even doing here?

  I try not to climax and not to let it all fall into million crashing pieces, but it's hard to hold back.

  I know the more I hold back, the more explosive it will be. If I can hang on a little longer then I'll be able to come again and again and again, and I won't be able to stop. I'll have multiple orgasms back to back and this is likely what he craves.

  Xavier really is that good. He's everything I could ever want, and I feel myself falling for him in more ways than one.

  Nothing makes sense except the quality of this moment. The feel of his giant manhood thrusting in and out, in perfect sync with my own rhythmic buildup is just too good.

  Fucking him is magical. I try to spread open wider to take in all of him. It's always a pleasure I would literally die for to feel inch after gratifying inch of him inside me.

  He's just circling my clit with that fucking vibrator and it feels so divine, but the feeling is torturous as well. I feel my climax rising from there and from deep within. It's gonna be insane, he's made sure of that.

  My heart races as I take in the fullness of him. I feel buildup from every direction like nothing I’ve felt yet with him. He thrusts into me a little harder, and tha
t's it, I have to come.

  "Xavier, I'm coming. I can't help it," I cry out.

  "That's good, baby," he says. "Just let it go."

  And I do. I let it go all around his fucking enormous cock. A giant flood of sensations encompass me. My pussy is pulsating and it's warm and gushing what feels like gallons of cum all over his cock.

  This makes it easier for me to accommodate his width and he takes the opportunity to thrust in and out with more force than ever, like our fucking lives depend on it.

  He's turned on by my release, knowing it's all because of him.

  The wetness of my sticky cum surrounds his entire shaft and he starts to pummel me quickly. He's fucking me so hard, and when I think of how connected we are, it makes me feel like I’m going to come all over again.

  The many peaks rise and fall, as I come without being able to stop. He sprays his essence inside of me and the warm fluid comingles with my own.

  Things are not just surface with him. It's not just lust. There's something deeper here. I know it. And that to me, is sexier than anything else.

  Being connected to him, to another person like this, is enough to make me come for days.

  My orgasm rolls into one and then another. I'm having the most intense orgasms of my life, and all I can do is moan and cry out his name. It's probably exactly what he wants. He loves to hear me begging for it. And beg I do.

  "Good girl,” he says. "Just let it go. You know you want to."

  I do want to. His name is the only thing on my lips. He's consuming me with his presence and it's all I can think about.

  "Xavier, I want you so bad. It's only you." I don’t even know what I’m saying I’m so lost in this orgasmic haze.

  Every time I say his name it's like a new release of testosterone goes pulsing through him.

  He flips me over so that I'm on my back, but my hands are tied above my head. I still can't see him, but I can sense what's about to happen.

  He pushes my legs back so that he can have full access to my sopping wet pussy. And soon he's sliding that enormous shaft right back inside of me.

  He's in it for the long haul like a fucking marathon. I'm spent as all hell, but Xavier hasn't had his fill.

  He dominates me once again as if we both haven’t just come our brains out.

  I don't know what's left. But he’s surely gonna find it.

  He pushes into me and I'm whimpering and begging for it. I just want more of him. Always more.

  "Ah, Allie, you're so tight," he growls.

  The way he says it makes me get even wetter for him. How can this one man consume all of my thoughts and my body at the same time?

  The connection seems too deep, too real. I don't know what's going on. And I don't know if I can trust it.

  But for the time being it's all about the present moment. I can hardly think of anything else except for what's going on right now, which is the fact that I'm blindfolded and I only have the sensory experience of him taking me once more.

  He sinks into me deeper and deeper. My throbbing pussy is still aching for more. I can't keep up, so I just give in. I relax and give in to the force of his cock.

  I think I'm coming again but I can't tell because I'm living in one blissful place where everything all blends together. It's almost like having an out of body experience.

  "Are you ready for me to come?" he asks.

  "Yes," I sigh, my voice thick with desire.

  His motion speeds up considerably and he's pounding into me and it's everything.

  Before I can savor it for one single more second, though, he pulls out and sprays his cum all over my chest.

  I’m sure my tits are glistening with his sticky essence. I want to taste it and to have every part of him inside of me. I lick up what I can and this makes him groan.

  I'm completely spent, exhausted, done for. I lay stretched out on his bed unable to get up, unable to move. That many orgasms will do that to a girl.

  With one heaving motion, he lies down beside me and we curl up and go to sleep. It's been forever since I've slept like this, with a man that I feel safe with enveloping me.

  I think about our relationship and how it feels so real. I let myself drift off to sleep with fantasies of this man, Xavier, who is wrapped around me.

  Can it be real? Can I trust what I have? Surely I'm not making up a connection such as this.

  Don't do it, Allie. Stay guarded. You can't trust this guy.

  My intuition is screaming out at me to fucking pay attention, but all I can do is let myself drift off into a blissful sleep, unguarded, next to the man of my dreams.

  Allie

  It's been a few days since that incredible night of sex with Xavier. He made me feel things that I never felt before. He took me to realms of bliss that I didn't even know existed.

  Lately, he's all I can think about and that makes me nervous. I know he's a bad boy and I know he's a player, but somehow I've become wrapped up in him.

  You'd think he would've at least called by now, but he hasn't. So I'm trying not to get my hopes up.

  I haven't booked any more jobs since that video either, which is frustrating. I have rent to pay.

  Nothing is guaranteed in this business. I've learned that the hard way. But if I don't figure out something soon, I'm gonna have to take a second job.

  I make a cappuccino and then take my laptop outside to the common terrace I share with some people in my building. At least I have this outdoor space in NYC, which is damn hard to come by.

  I get comfy and pull my sweater tighter to shield against the fall air. There's nothing like fall in the city. I have a nice view of a tree-lined street where the leaves are just beginning to turn to shades of orange and deep red.

  Unfortunately, I'm unable to appreciate it as much as I should because my career is looming over me. I may not be able to afford to live here through the winter, and that thought is disheartening.

  I can't even let myself think of how it will to crawl home to my parents and have to admit that I failed.

  I'm an aspiring model and actress and this career has come with a certain cliché. No one thinks you can make it big because so many people try.

  I push those thoughts from my mind and get on the internet to see if my video is up yet on Hard Pressed .

  As soon as the site opens, I’m stunned into a shocked silence. The ground suddenly feels unstable beneath my chair.

  There's my face, the video, all under the caption "Beware: The Spread of STDs."

  What in fucking hell is this? This can't be right.

  With trembling hands, I press play and I see a video play about how STDs can spread so quickly from person to person. And guess who seems to be the spokesperson for it?

  Me.

  The video highlights a bunch of statistics about STDs.

  And then there I am saying, "Okay, well, for something to go viral let's say a person named Jamie has it and he then hangs out with Sarah and gives it to her and then Sarah gives it to Charles. This is how things get spread and before you know, it’s spread around to everyone you know and everyone they know."

  Oh my God.

  My words have been edited. While in the shoot I was talking about a video going viral, they've edited my words to include STD, which I know I never said.

  I don't know how this happened. I certainly didn't do my research into what the shoot was for, but I trusted my new agent Harry and I trusted Xavier to put me in the right position.

  I never dreamed the video would be about this. If I had known, I would've done it. They've painted me to look like I have a true STD.

  Is this even legal?

  The sad thing is, I don’t know. I didn’t even bother to read the contract. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson after Cheri.

  But no. Here I’ve gone and gotten myself royally screwed all over again.

  It doesn't look like I'm a model posing for a shoot, pretending to have an STD. All my words have been twisted and it sounds like I
really do have one.

  I frantically search the Internet to see how far the video has spread. I go to YouTube and see that it has 800,000 views already.

  Holy fuck. Oh my God, what have I done?

  I feel nauseous. My ears are ringing.

  I hold onto the sides of my chair to steady myself as the world spins. I feel like I have vertigo. Everything seems a little off balance.

  A rush of adrenaline pumps through my body as I realize what this might mean. My reputation is on the line, and with this thing getting so many views people are always gonna know me as that model with an STD.

  "Are you all right?" some stranger asks me.

  I guess I must look as ill as I feel. I continue to hold my seat as the world appears simultaneously frozen and spinning at the same time.

  "Thank you, no, I'm fine," I say to him. I don’t even know how I force the words out.

  I don't know what to do or what my next step is. Can I have them take it down? I can try but if they don't agree there's no way I can afford a lawyer right now.

  I think back to when I signed the contract for this shoot. I thought everything would be in the clear. I was stupid and naïve and trusting.

  But now that I’ve signed, I don't think I have any course of action. I have no retribution. I fucking signed up for it. With a goddamn smile on my face.

  A sense of claustrophobia takes over. I feel the walls of my life closing in and I don't know how I'll get out of this mess.

  I pick my stuff up and rush back into the building to my apartment. I'm frantic, needing to get this thing contained. But I have a sinking suspicion my efforts will be in vain. The video has almost a million fucking views already.

  I scramble to the phone and call the one person I know I can trust. Lindsay.

  "Hi, Lindsay, it's me, Allie. You'll never guess what just happened."

  "Allie, I think I've already seen it," she says, her somber voice telling me all I need to know.

  Oh my God, if Lindsay's already seen it, that means most of the world probably will before long.

  "You saw my video?"