by Lucian Bane
When her mouth got to the fucking head of his cock, Sade gasped, his mouth open in astonishment at the fact his orgasm was on him and waiting, begging. She rolled that green gaze up and locked it on his… and slowly bit.
Sade’s orgasm exploded in her mouth and he barely remembered the rules when her finger fucked him so hard and deep, her hand hitting against him. When she bit harder, the effort it took to not move brought Sade’s roars straining out of him, one after another until he felt like a man gripped in an erotic seizure.
The slow down spiral of his orgasm came with a gradual release of pressure on his cock as her finger eased like silk out of him. Sade panted in the aftermath, his eyes still closed, mind swimming in shock at the holy shit fuck he’d just experienced.
His body trembled as she gently pushed down on his hips still poised in the air. His ass came into contact with the bed and his eyes opened. He could only stare at the ceiling in shock. Shocked in so many ways, on so many levels.
“Would you like to see me naked, Johnathon?”
His stomach jolted with the name, but Jesus fucking Christ, so did his cock. He looked at her, standing at the side of the bed now, staring at him. He’d never seen such a perfect blend of angelic naughty on a face before. “Yes, Angel,” he barely croaked, his heart starting to race again. Because he could see she was not finished with him. And what other amazing tricks she’d do had his insatiable desires ready.
She began one of the sexiest strip teases he’d ever seen. Come to think of it, he didn’t recall ever seeing anything remotely close to that hot.
“I love when you look at me, Johnathon,” she whispered, sliding her dress over her ass, rocking her hips oh so slowly. The pace reminded him of what she’d just done and his cock jerked, ready to go again.
He considered how he felt about her using his name. It was still a mix of odd sensations but with the rest of the odd things she was doing, it wasn’t enough to keep his cock from pulsating in curious expectation.
“I like to think of you when I touch myself,” she said, reaching her hand behind her and sliding it between those perfect ass cheeks. She peeked over her shoulder. “Does that make your cock hard?”
“Yes,” he gasped.
“Open your legs for me again.”
Fuck. He pulled his knees as far open as he could, his eyes locked on that finger dipping into her pussy from behind. “Do it good, Angel, so fucking good.”
“You can rock your hips on the bed while I finger my dripping pussy,” she whispered, walking her legs open a little so he could see more. “Did you know I love fingering my pussy while thinking of your cock fucking me?”
She’d turned just enough to let him see her other fingers slowly rolling her nipple. Heat shot through him and he gasped. God, he needed to see her tits. He wouldn’t ask. He’d let her do her beautiful thing, he’d let it do its beautiful thing to him while fire forced his hips to rock and thrust in obedience to her sweet commands.
She finally faced him and his eyes locked hard on those nipples, especially his favorite one. “Angel,” he gasped, licking his lips and fisting both hands in the shackles. She slid her palms slowly up her body and over her tits, letting the nipples flutter between each finger. “Fuuuucking hot, Angel.”
“You like to see me touching myself, Johnathon?”
“Yes, Angel,” he shuddered as she went to the foot of the bed and slowly climbed on. Again his gaze locked on her tits. The sight of them hanging that way, jerked his cock. “Fucking beautiful,” he whispered, pumping his hips so that it pulled at his balls.
“I’m going to fuck you now the way I want to. Would you like that, Johnathon?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, yes. Do whatever you want to me.” Do it so hard and good to me he wanted to say but wasn’t sure if that was acceptable.
She straddled his hips and sat, pressing the length of his cock to his stomach while fingering the tips of both nipples and hissing softly, her wet silk hot on his length.
She twirled her hips on the pounding head and slid her hands up his body until she held on to his shoulders, her hips still grinding softly on him. “Do you mind if I make my clit hot right there?”
She lowered her mouth to his and began to tease him with her lips and tongue. “Angel. So fucking beautiful,” he said in her mouth, his body back to desperate for her. She glided soft fingers along his face while licking his lips and tongue, her moans as delicate as the twirl of her hips. She moved those kisses to his cheek then forehead, putting those tits so close.
She placed her hands above his head and lowered her chest to his mouth. “I need you to suck my tits, Johnathon,” she whispered, forcing her breast into his mouth. “Please, I need you to,” she gasped as Sade opened so very wide and attacked it with a vicious hunger. He’d been made to perform and sometimes on occasion one of his father’s whores treated him nicely and asked him to do things, but what she’d just said and done went beyond everything he’d experienced.
Nobody had ever needed him, wanted him. Loved him. Not one, not fucking once.
She pulled her tit from his mouth and kissed him again, holding his face, the touch of one who adored. “I love kissing you,” she whispered, angling her head to get more. “You taste like heaven, and when I think of you, my heart races,” she said between breathless moans, her hand between them, sliding his cock along that silk. “All I can think of is how much I need you again, did you know I can’t stop needing you, I can’t stop wanting you?” She was at his neck now, sucking and nibbling, her words making him dizzy. “You drive me crazy.”
He couldn’t speak as she lifted up and positioned his cock at her entrance before closing her eyes and slowly lowering onto it. Sade couldn’t stop the urge to flick his hips when she was sitting on him, her lips parted. “Yes, Johnathon,” she whispered, not rebuking him. “Make me feel good.” Her eyes barely opened to soul mesh with him. “Can you? Can you fuck me until I scream?”
Fuck. “Angel,” he whispered, looking down at her fingers between her shaved lips. He rolled his hips.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned, placing her hands on his open knees behind her now and leaning back a little. “Pound me, Johnathon.”
He grunted and bucked his hips hard, drawing her sharp cries of yes. Yes, like that. Faster.
Sade wished his hands were free to fucking make her take it so hard. He knew how to make her scream, that he knew well. He settled for bucking his hips until she was bouncing on his body from it, gasping in ecstasy.
“Angel,” he growled, hammering her core while she held onto his knees and he yanked his restraints. “Fucking make your pussy come.”
“You’re going to suck me,” she gasped. “I want to come on your mouth, Johnathon, do you want that?” She fell forward, kissing him with a hunger. “Would you like that? Sucking my pussy, Johnathon?” Her tongue danced all over his, her teeth biting at his lips.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
She switched then to delicate tormenting kisses on his mouth while he continued flicking his hips. She placed her hands on either side of his head, filling his mouth with her tit again. “Suck it Johnathon, make my pussy tingle while you fuck me.”
“Fucking Christ, Angel!” he grit, thrusting his hips and biting softly at her nipples.
“Oh God, tell me you love it, Johnathon.”
“I fucking love it, Angel, I love it, I love you.” Sade placed his feet on the bed and lifted his ass, ramming her harder while she kissed him and pulled his hair between shrieks.
“Did you like the way I sucked you?” she gasped in his ear. “I love your sexy ass, it makes my pussy so hot when I see it.” She dove on his mouth again, sucking and biting until he growled.
“I’m begging you.”
“What do you want, you want to fuck so hard?” She’d pulled off of him and moved farther up his chest on her knees. “You like to ram your cock so hard?”
Sade looked down at her pussy slowly making its way toward his face. �
��Fucking Angel, fuck.”
She slid her finger between her pussy lips and moaned, the sound of sweet and delicate with a hint of naughty. She brought the wet tip to his lips and he leaned for it, only to have her pull it away. “Wait for my instructions, Johnathon.”
He laid back, staring up at her, winded and dizzy.
“I’m going to rub your lips with my pussy juice but don’t taste until I say.”
“Yes, Angel,” he gasped, watching her finger move in and out of her.
She brought it to his mouth and he closed his eyes in agony at smelling her. The slow slide of her finger along his lips prompted him to open with hunger while breathless with restraint.
“Taste me now,” she whispered.
Sade licked his lip, groaning. “Please give me more,” he begged.
“So sweet,” she whispered, fingering herself again then giving him that heaven in his mouth this time. He closed his eyes and moaned, sucking slowly, savoring. She crawled further up and straddled his face with her knees, placing her feet on his shoulders. “I want you to suck my pussy the way I tell you.”
“Yes, Angel, yes, tell me.”
“Just lick it softly,” she said, opening her pussy lips with one hand while gripping a handful of his hair with the other. “Right there, Johnathon.”
He flicked the tip of his tongue on her clit and she held his head firmly to the bed, letting him know she wanted him still.
“Kiss my clit,” she whispered, her voice straining.
She pressed her pussy to his mouth, and he kissed it everywhere he could reach, her fingers pulling harder in his hair, lifting his head while she moved over his mouth.
“Fuck Angel, you taste so good,” he gasped. “Make me suck it, make me suck it.”
“You like me to make you?”
“Yes, I fucking love it, Angel, more than I knew.”
She let out a long sexy hiss and latched both hands in his hair. “Be still while I make you suck my pussy.” She pressed it on his mouth and twirled her hips. “I want to feel your tongue in me. Oh God, yes, like that,” she whispered when he probed as deep as he could in that dripping opening while she rubbed her clit against his nose.
“I’m going to come like this, Johnathon,” she gasped, sounding close. “Would you like that?”
“Come on my fucking mouth,” he said against her.
“Suck my clit, Sade,” she gasped, “suck me so good!”
The slip of his other name meant she was there, losing herself. But it also meant that Sade was who she called for at the end of that rope, and the idea lit his sadistic fire. If he had been free, he would have failed her therapy in that second, failed it so very fucking good.
“Mercy,” he whispered, shaking his head and lips against her clit as he yanked on his restraints. She jerked her face down, her mouth open in pleasure, brows a line of harsh need. “Yes, yes,” she gasped. “Please, yes, oh my God, Sade!”
He finally managed to get her clit between his teeth and he didn’t let go as she screamed and came all over his mouth, her fingers pulling his hair hard enough to make him want more, make him want more pain while she called for Sade, over and over.
Then he realized in that second that he didn’t care what name she called him in climax, just so he was the one bringing it. Johnathan. Sade. Either worked in that case.
But maybe. Just maybe. He could learn to like hearing that other name. But only her. Only from her.
Chapter Eighteen
Sade laid awake in the dark, waiting for the shame to come. He’d done something with her he never wanted to but she’d touched that trigger spot on him and while she was using that fucking name that he wanted so bad to hate and loathe, it had overcome him and he suddenly needed her doing that to him. Fucking him. But where was the shame? Where was the dirty feeling?
Sade’s heart hammered in fear and excitement as he realized. It was that magic she did. She’d been doing it from the day he met her, captivating and mesmerizing him with it. The little boy inside was holding his breath to see what she’d pull out of her hat. And this was it. Her power was being able to take the vilest parts of him, touching it with her love, and making him clean.
He turned on his side, looking at the clock next to his bed. She wanted to sleep apart. Thought it was good for therapy. To which he’d said, “Now, that’s a superbly idiotic idea, Doc.”
To which she busted out laughing. To which he smiled about because he was fucking wrapped around the tiniest of her fingers. No, tiniest of her toes. Could he live until the next therapy session, was the question. He’d never wanted something so much. To see what else she had for him, what tricks she could perform and make him feel like there was hope.
First he’d need to fucking fall asleep.
****
Sade jolted awake to a giggling Mercy on his bed. She’d tickled him. “Morning, sleepy head,” she whispered.
The sight of the angel he was dreaming about, there in his face and on his bed, stole his mind. He didn’t think twice about pulling her onto to him, arms and legs hugging her tight to his body with a groan of ecstasy.
“Ohhh did somebody miss me?” she squealed.
“Not me,” he whispered with a grin, hugging her tighter with more hunger sounds, pressing her ass into his raging hard on.
She gasped at feeling it. “Nooooo, no no, remember the rules, no hanky-panky outside of therapy?”
“I hate you,” he mumbled, pressing her ass and grinding her on him anyway.
“I mean it,” she wailed.
“You fucking want it,” he said, hearing it in her voice.
“Yes, you know I do, but what are we doing?”
He rolled his eyes and growled. “Being boring and stupid,” he nibbled on her neck. “You know you came here just so I’d force the issue.” He grabbed her ass and squeezed hard, again grinding her on him.
“Okay okay,” she whispered, “listen to me.” She held herself above him, her pretty green eyes sparkling. “You be good and I’ll reward you with something special tonight.”
He angled his head, so very interested. “Like what.”
“Something… that you will be extremely glad you earned?”
“That doesn’t tell me anything.” He stroked his thumb over her lower lip and she smiled, taking it into her mouth and biting softly.
His cock jerked with that little hint and he raised his brows. “Fuck, baby.”
“Within reason.” She licked and sucked on his thumb, stealing his breath. “Soft, sensual, delicate reason.” She ended with a small bite that stole his breath.
“Fuck.” He slowly closed his eyes, the idea of her biting him anywhere was worth a day of torture. “You got a fucking deal, Angel.” He took her face between his hands, showing her his appreciation and self-control with sensual, slow kissing.
She moaned, impressed. “So soft,” she whispered.
“You know you hate soft,” he mumbled, gliding his lips over hers.
“Not with you, you are so good with it,” she gasped, smiling on his mouth.
“Okay, what’s your real reason for being in my bed besides Mercy masochism?”
She gasped and slid her body off of his while remaining glued to his side, head propped on her fist. “I was thiiiiinking,” she said, tracing her finger over his chest. “That—”
“You wanted to fuck on the beach?”
“Yeees, but no,” she said, laughter in her voice.
“In the water? In the pool,” he guessed. “The boat?”
Her laughter made him smile and she finally got her great plans out in an excited voice. “I want to fly kites with you!”
He drew his face away, looking at her. “Kites!”
“Yes,” she squealed, “I love flying kites! I haven’t flown one since I was fourteen.”
“Really.” He kissed her once on the tip of her nose. “And I haven’t flown one ever,” he admitted, which earned him a huge gasp and wide eyes with Mercy tugging him out of
bed.
And fuck, that promised to be one long ass day.
****
Anxiety had Sade so fucking tense as they headed into the kitchen for breakfast. What was he nervous about, he was going fly a fucking kite. It was a gorgeous day, everything was exactly how he could possibly want any day to be. Except maybe one thing. His mother. He’d really hurt her and worried about her.
“There’s the two love birds,” Mercy’s dad called from the outdoor patio next to the dining area. “Breakfast is waiting, cooked it myself.”
Mercy held his hand and dragged him faster than he cared to follow. The second they stepped through the patio opening, his mother hurried to him and hugged him tight. At the slam of emotions inside him, he realized he’d been expecting her to resent him. He clutched her back just as tightly, holding her head to his chest. “Morning baby,” she whispered.
The tremble in her words told him that maybe Kane had confronted her about some things. “How’s my beautiful mother?” he asked.
“Not feeling so beautiful,” she whispered bitterly.
Pain cut through him and stole his breath as he lowered his head. Mercy and her father were chatting lightly, giving them privacy and he put his mouth at her ear. “Hey,” he said. “You were right about telling Mercy. She’s kicking my ass into shape.”
His mother let out a small sob and nodded in his chest. “She won’t fail you, Johnny.”
“Ma, ma, please,” he strained at her ear. “You didn’t fail me.”
“I left youuuu,” she barely wailed before breaking down into loud sobs. “I left you, I left you!” She gripped his shirt and pounded on him and Kane hurried over and pulled her into his arms only to have her beating him next. “You made me, why did you save me, you bastard! Why did you save me, I shouldn’t have left him,” she cried, collapsing into his embrace. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she wept bitterly.
“Fuck,” Sade gasped, grabbing his head and turning.
“Oh my God,” his mother gushed, pushing out of Kane’s arms and wiping her eyes. “Look at me, I’m a mess!” she laughed. “What are we doing here? We’re going to have a great day, that’s what the fuck we’re doing here,” she said, hurrying to the table and bringing Sade a cup of coffee in trembling hands.
