by K. Webster
This must turn her on because my beautiful girl lies back on the bed and spreads her legs to expose herself to me. My cock strains through my pants so I quickly shove down the rest of my clothes. I grab one of the condoms I took from my house and toss it on the bed for later.
“How do you feel about duct tape?”
She sits up on her elbows and eyes me curiously. “Elaborate, please.”
“Would you let me bind you?”
Her skin blotches red as she mulls over her answer. Then, she grins. “I guess, if you eventually let me go.”
“I’m never letting you go.”
“In that case,” she says with a laugh. “Bind me, Coach Captor.”
“Would you let me shut that mouth?” My cock twitches at the idea of her mouth taped shut.
She doesn’t miss my excitement. “Do you do this sort of thing with other girls?”
I swat her stomach with the belt, causing her to yelp. “Not to this degree. You’re the only one I want to do crazy-ass shit with. I want to tie you to my bed and keep you there.” I scrub my face with my palm. “I don’t understand how you get under my skin and make me mental for you but you do.”
My words must satisfy her because she licks her lips in a seductive way. “I think that was a stalkerish way for saying you really, really like me. Who knew you were such a romantic?” She sighs and runs her finger along the seam of her pussy.
I grit my teeth and slap her hand with the belt until she jerks it away from her cunt. “I’m a big fucking romantic. Now you know.”
“What if I don’t like you tying me up? What if something hurts and I can’t tell you no because my mouth is taped shut?” she asks, apprehension in her voice.
I kneel before her and inhale her between her legs. “You’ll love it. I’ll make you love every single thing I do to you.”
“Okay. Put me in, Coach. I’m ready to play.”
“That mouth of yours gets me so goddamned hard, baby.”
She reaches between her legs again. I pop her hand with my belt. One day she’ll learn. This pussy is no longer hers. It belongs to me.
“Well stop fucking talking about it already,” she groans. “I’m about to die of orgasm deprivation.”
I chuckle as I yank the roll of duct tape out from under the bed. She may not be the first girl I’ve gotten a little kinky with but I sure hope she’s the last. I don’t want any other girls in my bed. Just her. Only her. From here on out.
Riiiip!
A shocked gasp escapes her when I tear off a strip of tape. I slap it over her perfect lips. Those pretty blue eyes widen in surprise. Then, I set to taping her wrists together in front of her.
“You good?”
She nods but she’s wiggling as if she’s nervous. I lean forward and nip at her tiny nipple. Once I start sucking on her tit, she seems to relax. Good. I press my palm to her chest and give her a small shove. She falls back against the bed and squeals through the tape.
Smirking, I stand and go on a hunt for my old lacrosse stick. A strand of pink hair has fallen in front of her face. God, she’s so fucking adorable. When I retrieve my stick from behind the door, she stiffens upon seeing it.
“It’s okay,” I say with a teasing grin. “It’s not what you think.”
She relaxes for a brief moment.
“Spread your legs, Miss Flexible.”
Worry flickers in her gaze but when I splay my palm over her belly to stroke her, she lets go of the fear. My cock aches when she effortlessly spreads her legs as wide as the lacrosse stick. She doesn’t fight me when I tape her ankles to each side. Our eyes meet. Heat blazes in hers and I know it matches what must be in mine. I grip the middle of the stick and bring it up in the air so her ass and pussy are mine for the taking.
“Hold onto it,” I instruct.
Her wrists are bound but her hands are free. She holds the stick so that her body remains in the position I want her in.
“Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head.
“Do you want me to continue?”
She slowly nods.
“Do you trust me?”
She narrows her eyes.
I pick up the belt and slap her shining cunt. Her body shudders but my strong flexible girl doesn’t let go of the stick.
“I’m not going to continue until you trust me,” I say in a firm tone. “I’ll whip your pussy until you come so hard you see stars and until I get your permission.”
She rolls her eyes at me. Fucking bad girl.
“Do you trust me?”
The devilish woman lies and shakes her head just so I’ll slap her cunt again. I give her what she wants. Five more times exactly. When she’s quaking so hard I think she’ll explode, she finally gives in and nods. The lust in her eyes is blazing out of control. My kinky girl likes playing games. But I’m the coach and I’m better at them. One day though, I’ll teach her everything I know.
I reach into my end table and pull out some lube. Staring at River, I coat my fingers with the slippery substance.
“I’m going to make you squirt,” I tell her smugly.
She lifts up a challenging brow and shakes her head.
“Wanna make a bet?”
At this, she snorts.
“I remember a certain little girl telling me not too long ago that you’ll always lose if you don’t bet.” I rub my slick fingers along her needy pussy, causing her to groan. “Don’t be a loser, Emo.”
Her eyes roll back when I push two fingers into her. I massage her slowly at first, just to tease her. Once she’s wiggling her hips for more, I push a third finger into her.
“Do you like this?”
She nods and whimpers.
“Do you want to come so hard you’ll think you’re dying?”
Another fierce nod.
“Hold on tight, baby,” I murmur. “This ride is about to get really wet and wild.”
I pour lube all over her pussy lips before tossing the bottle away. While my left hand works her from the inside, I use my right one to pleasure her clit. I stay focused on her pussy, ignoring the way my cock practically weeps with the need to impale her.
“Want me to do it harder? Faster?”
Her moans and nods are all I need.
I work her clit fast. Since she’s super slick from the lube, I’m able to rub her furiously. The room echoes with the slurping sounds and the muffled needy whimpers of pleasure coming from her. She’s groaning and snorting and squirming but I won’t get distracted. This is all about her.
She begins screaming behind the tape. I know it’s too much. Too intense. But soon she’s going to feel so fucking good.
“Hang in there, you sexy goddamned girl. I’m about to blow your fucking mind.”
And then I feel it. Just like that night when I was pretty sure I could draw unimaginable pleasure from her. It starts as a hot gush within her. I don’t slow and fuck her insides like I’m a damn machine while my other hand assaults her clit.
Her perfect cunt sprays me like a water hose on a hot day. It hits my forearm and torso. Fucking amazing. I don’t slow until she launches into another orgasm right on the heels of the first. She starts to cry, which confuses me. I slip my hand out of her and slide up between her legs and the stick.
“You can let go now,” I coo as I cradle her face.
She releases the stick and it falls against my lower back; her bound hands remain latched behind my neck. My fingers are slippery but I manage to tug the tape away from her mouth.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I whisper. “Did I hurt you?”
She sobs but shakes her head. “N-No. It was just intense.”
I kiss her bright red mouth hard. “Everything about us is intense. You’re mine and I’m yours. I fucking love us.”
“I love us too.”
We kiss desperately until I’m about to come all over her flat stomach. I manage to snag the condom and roll it on quickly. With a hard thrust, I take my girl roughly and without ap
ology. She’s mine.
“I can’t come again,” she murmurs against my mouth. “It’s too much.”
“Come all over me, baby. Please.”
I kiss down her cheek to the side of her neck below her ear. She’s so sensitive here, I’ve learned during our many make out sessions. All it takes is a nip and a suck before she orgasms once more.
My nuts seize up in pleasure at having her tight cunt grip me and I blow my load hard. After a few more thrusts, I all but collapse on her, our sweaty bodies slick against each other.
“I love more than us,” I murmur against her ear. “I love you, too.”
She doesn’t respond, which worries me. I lift up and look at her. Hot tears streak down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” I demand.
Her nose turns red as she sniffles. “All I ever wanted was to be loved.”
I press a soft kiss to her sweet lips. “And that’s what you’re going to get from here on out.”
“Coach?”
“Yeah, Emo?”
“I love you and the fact that you’re a major freak. It’s a great quality to have.” She smirks at me and my dick is already hardening back up.
I flash her a wicked grin. “Sweetheart, I haven’t even shown you my freaky side.”
Six weeks later…
“Why are you walking weird?” Olivia asks as she zips up the side of her dress.
I stop and let out a groan. “Is it that obvious?”
She laughs and her green eyes twinkle. “You look like you just got off a horse.”
“I did just get off a horse. Or…” I trail off and grin. “A horse just got me off.”
“Are we talking about bestiality or taboo coach butt sex?”
My mind flits to earlier, when Everett lubed up his massive cock and eased it into yet another part of my body that he now owns. I’d thought he was going to rip my ass apart but somehow he made me come like I had no control over my body. He certainly pulls my strings now. I’m just along for the ride. Literally.
“Something like that,” I say with a laugh.
“You two still in love?” she asks, her brows waggling. “A month and a half of secretly dating. Have either of you gotten bored yet?”
I think about all of our stolen moments during the school day. The many detention make out sessions. An occasional overnight sex fest at his house. And the few track meets where we rode together. We take every moment we can find together. It’s never enough.
“More so than ever,” I admit. “I wish we didn’t have to hide.”
“Your relationship could still get Coach fired though, right?”
“Yeah,” I say sadly.
“Hey,” she coos and hugs me. Hugs with Olivia feel like she’s trying to suffocate me with her boobs but I still feel the love. “Cheer up. Keeping your relationship a secret at school will be easy peasy. Even Caleb doesn’t know. So stop worrying. Tonight we’re going to have a blast. We had so much fun at the club last time. You’ll have even more fun now that Coach will be there with you.”
I quickly look over my reflection in her bedroom mirror. Everett is going to pick us up soon and I want to look better than good for him. My black pleated skirt is short and sassy—kind of like me. I’m wearing black combat boots and gold and burgundy Harry Potter socks that go to my knees. The tight black tank top I’m wearing normally does nothing for my boobs but the burgundy push up bra makes them seem a little larger than normal. My favorite part of the ensemble is the whistle necklace Coach gifted to me during detention today when I was on my knees under his desk showing him just how good a tongue ring feels on the underside of a cock.
“Speaking of Caleb,” I say, as I meet her gaze in the mirror. “How are things?”
She smiles but it’s fake as hell. “Great, things are great. We finally had sex.”
“Wait?” I gasp. “You had sex with your boyfriend for the first time and didn’t tell me? How was it?”
Her fingers tug at her super short dress. It’s pale pink and hugs every one of her delicious curves. I wish I had Olivia’s body. Tall, curvaceous, big-breasted. And she has the fullest lips on a girl I’ve ever seen. Her big wide green eyes seal the deal of her perfection. She’s a knockout. Caleb is lucky to have her.
“Olivia,” I urge and tug at a strand of her straightened-to-perfection hair. “Talk to me. That’s what best friends do.”
She chews on her bottom lip, a flash of guilt in her eyes. “It was terrible.”
“Like, ‘he’s a virgin but it’ll get better’ kind of terrible?” I ask with a frown.
“Like…” she trails off. “He couldn’t stay hard for me. We tried a few positions. He eventually got off by us doing it doggie style.”
It sounds weird. “Well maybe you need some practice. Did you at least get off?”
Her cheeks turn crimson. “Before I left, I slipped into the bathroom and took care of myself.”
“Oh.” I try not to wince. Sex with Everett is mind-blowing each and every time. And he always makes sure I orgasm, no matter what. I can’t even imagine how lame it must have been with Caleb. “So it was just the one time?”
“I think he’s avoiding trying again. He has no problem making out with me and fingering me whenever we’re in his car, but any time I try and push sex, he blows me off and makes excuses.” Her bottom lip wobbles. “Is there something wrong with me?”
I snort and shake my head. “Oh, God, no. You’re perfect. Maybe just focus on your relationship more and less on the sex. Then, maybe you can have an open discussion. You like him right?”
“He’s a good guy,” she agrees.
My phone buzzes and I quickly check it.
Coach: I miss you, beautiful. I’m outside.
I grab Olivia’s hand. “Let’s go party.”
The music thumps and the bass vibrates me to my core. We’ve been here for hours, just the three of us. Everett, at first, balked at me and Olivia’s fake IDs but eventually he just went with it. I love that about him. He acts like he’s a rule follower to keep up appearances. Eventually, though, he returns back to the bad boy he truly is underneath all that responsible adult exterior he has to wear each day.
“I wonder what’s past those ropes. Says ‘Members Only.’” I point toward the roped off area.
“We should find out,” Olivia agrees with a giggle. She wobbles in her heels, which makes me crack up laughing. Maybe those shots were a bad idea. Everett tried to warn us until we kept calling him Daddy. He gave up and passed us more drinks.
“You two stay here,” he orders and grabs my ass. “I’ll go find out.”
He saunters off, looking good enough to eat—his firm ass hugged nicely by his dark jeans. Just like he promised, he took me out into the world and showed everyone that I was his. Boldly, he’s kissed me in public more times than I can count tonight. We should be more careful but here, away from school, we can act like a real couple.
“Come on,” I tell Olivia and drag her back to the dance floor. “Let’s dance.”
We dance provocatively, mostly because I want to fuck with Everett. It works because not even five minutes later, he plucks me from Olivia and pulls me against his hard cock.
“Bad girl,” he murmurs into my ear. “And I know just the way to punish you.”
I squeal when he bites my neck. Then, he drags me toward the roped off area. Olivia wobbles behind us. When we reach the bouncer guarding it, Everett flashes him three black cards. The guy unhooks the rope and gestures up the stairs.
When we reach the top and push through a set of double doors, I’m immediately captivated by the world around me. The atmosphere is completely different than downstairs. Up here, the music is softer, the lights are lower, and, wait…are people having sex?
“Ummm. What the hell?” I whisper loudly at Everett.
He drapes an arm over my shoulders and leans in. “I just bought three tickets to Orj-E. Are you scared, Emo? You look downright fucking terrified.”
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p; I roll my eyes and slap his hard stomach. “No, just surprised. Who knew there was a sex club up here?”
“Wow,” Olivia says with a grin. “I’m going to go explore.”
I grab her wrist. “Be careful.”
She laughs. “I’ll be fine.”
Once she bounces away, albeit a bit unsteadily due to a combination of liquor and stilettoes, Everett guides me through the throng of people. There are several black leather seats as big as king sized beds spread around the spacious room. They’re covered with white furry pillows. Most of them have people on them. All of them are half-naked and humping.
Wow.
So much wow.
“There,” Everett orders, pointing to what looks like a small ottoman right in the center of the room. He drags me over to it and plops his big body in the seat. “Take off your panties, Lake.”
All apprehension fizzles away and I flip him off. “River, ass.”
“Panties, Ocean.”
“Fuck off.”
“I will in about three minutes. Give me your goddamned panties, Brook.”
“You’re a dick,” I bite out.
He lifts a dark brow and scratches a finger along his jaw. “What’s that now? You want my dick. Come sit on it, Emo.”
I look around to see if anyone notices us. A woman old enough to be my mom winks at me. Yuck.
“Are you scared?” he teases, a wicked glint in his eyes.
“No.”
“I don’t think you’ll take your panties off and ride my big scary cock in front of all these people. My little freak isn’t so freaky after all. Too bad,” he taunts.
“Wanna bet?”
He smirks. “Give me your panties, River.”
Deciding to beat him at his own game, I turn my back to him and wave at the old woman before slipping my thumbs underneath my skirt. I hook the tops of my panties and shimmy them down my thighs. Without too much trouble, I untangle them from my boots and then waltz over to the woman. I lean forward and hold my panties out to her. “I’m trying to tease my boyfriend over there. Pretend you want these and you’ll be doing me a huge favor.”
She laughs, deep and throaty. “Oh, sweetie, I do want those panties. Hand ‘em over, sugar.”
