by Alex Elliott
“June. I don’t have anything...nor do I sleep around. Where are we going?” she asks, her eyes still wide as plates, and color staining her lovely face.
I don’t let my gaze linger on her mouth or we won’t make it down the hall. “Doesn’t matter. Your room or mine?”
“Mine,” she says and I nod.
“Give me your key.”
We stop in front of the door and she hands over her card. We’re seconds away from a hardcore fuck.
“So are you on birth control?” I envision having to keep from coming inside her and I clench my jaw. Can I if she admits she stopped taking her prescription? She didn’t have any pills in her purse and she might be the type who is inconsistent if she’s not involved. Fucking her ass after spanking it, would be stellar for me...not her.
“Yes. I am,” she whispers, walking inside her hotel room.
With the door closed and locked, I follow her. “What kind?”
“A prescription, Mr. Nosy-Over-the-Top?”
“I like things tidy.”
“Cough! Control freak.”
“You should thank me.” I lift a brow as she huffs, turning on her heel. I’m so close to hauling her back to me, and the hell with my ideas about no more edgeplay. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“Is this what you’ll always do?” She pivots toward me, her eyes flicking fire down my face. “Order me around?”
She’s asking about my need for control and I nod, admitting the truth. “This is part of what gets me off. Don’t lie. You like it too.”
“Are you fishing for a compliment?”
“Depends. Are you asking for a spanking?”
“God, you win. So, what would you like me to do...Sir?”
My head snaps upward, and I stare across at her. I want to tell her to call me ‘Master’ or yeah, ‘Sir’ as I point to my feet. I want her kneeling down before me until I’m good and ready to let her stand. She’s pushing me and I’m ready to let her inside my world. “Undress here. Down to your lingerie and heels. And wait by the bed.”
I walk past her, shedding my jacket as I go to the closet, quietly observing her. She’s perfect for what I want. Removing a hanger, I place my jacket on it, returning the hanger to the rod. Soon, I’ll teach her how to present herself. Naked, her forehead down. Ass in the air. Then I notice she’s struggling to unzip her skirt and I cross the room, brush aside her fingers. “Let me.”
“Don’t rip it.”
“Then don’t argue,” I murmur, refusing to admit that her flashing blue eyes and smart mouth get to me. It’s the same tone that turns my cock into a lead pipe, and harder still with each eye roll she gifts me with.
I’m going to relish meting out my discipline at the House and allowing everyone to witness Ms. Kennedy’s acceptance of my mastery over her. I lower her zipper expecting to see her creamy flesh, counting the seconds until a pair of tempting dimples wink at me from above her ass cheeks—the pair I traced with my thumbs last night... but fuck, she’s wearing a slip. I stifle yet another harsh groan she exorcises from my lungs, watching as she steps out of her skirt. I curl my fingers into fists, hungry to see her body bared to me. Only me.
Shit, I’m starting to question whether I’ll be able to share the mere sight of her naked at the House. Allow other men to watch me take her. Sure they’re in a private room with a viewing wall, separating us from them. But can I share the least little bit of her?
I’m back to staring, slack-jawed at the short slip she’s got on. She removes her scarf, unbuttons her blouse, and when she bends, I get an entrancing view of her thighs, the hint of each curve of her ass cheeks. The slip rides up and I go rock solid, straining the zipper of my trousers. The muscles over my shoulders and arms constrict at the sight of the belt marks on her bottom. Fuck, I’m going to come in my pants and without waiting another second, I deal with my own clothing that consists of unbuckling my belt and lowering my zipper.
I walk to the bedside where she’s waiting for me just as I asked. Her hair is caught up in a braid, excellent choice to wrap around my palm. This time, I’m hungry to take her, looking into her beautiful face. Lifting her chin, I look at the marks I’ve left. Jesus, in one evening, I’ve given her plenty to remember me by, and a load of reasons why edgeplay must be constrained to the House. She’s got me willing to break rules and I’ll need some safeguards to make certain we don’t cross irreparable lines. Not health wise, but the things I could easily admit to her. Things that no one needs to hear coming from my mouth.
“Guess it’s time for the wall. Ever been fucked hard standing up?” I don’t wait for her answer, but reach out and curl my arm around her waist and with my free hand, I trail my fingers over her bottom, cupping one firm ass cheek in my palm.
“Stop talking and just do me,” she retorts with her customary sass.
“Kennedy. Watch the tone!” I’m so close to smacking her supple cheek to remind her who’s in charge. Walking her backward, I pin her to the wall, my cock throbbing and begging for relief. “Do you purposely seek to get me going?”
She stares up at me and raises a lovely eyebrow, right before she wraps her fingers around my shaft and gives me a hard tug. “Like I said, less talk. More action.”
I pump my cock within the confines of her silky vise grip, relishing the fluttering sweep of her thumb along the underside of my crown. The feel of her fingers are perfect and I’m not sure I can or will last if I continue pumping my rod within her grasp. She’s doing it to me again, showing me I’m not going to win at the game of who can outlast the other. “Wrap your legs around me, X.”
For a second, we stare at one another until she rolls her incredible lip between her teeth, and I get the impression that I’d like to feel her teeth on my skin. And that’s all sorts of fucked up crazy talk. I’m not one to allow a woman to mark my body, less inclined to tolerate biting, scratching, or much touch at all.
But with Kennedy, I want to feel all of her—everything she’s got to give. Can’t say I’m surprised that here we are again, partially clothed and I’m ready to howl. All from her teasing touch.
Well two can play at this game. I slide my hand between her thighs, rubbing my index finger down her damp panties. Her eyes darken and I lower my mouth, skimming over her sweet smelling jaw. She breathes in shallow puffs and I ramp up the stakes, pushing aside the scrap of lace, covering her entrance, and tracing my finger across the seam of her pussy.
“So wet,” I exhale the words, hungry to replace my finger along her flesh with my mouth, tongue, and teeth. I don’t have enough hands for all that I want to do to this girl who has me scrambling. Full tilt.
I swipe my finger over her clit, a slow circle to show I’m the SOB who controls her pleasure. Her eyes, they lock onto mine. Just one swipe, I remind myself as I withhold thrusting my finger deep inside her, giving her what she wants...what she needs. She wriggles her hips, and when she whimpers, I reward her. Flicking my finger over her clit, I press the pad of my thumb against her erect peak. Teaching her, if she submits, she’ll find pleasure. Not too hard to learn—but then again, this girl is stubborn. “What do you need?” I ask her, pinching her clit between my fingers.
“Please...you know.”
“If you fight me, then what you need may not be what you’re expecting.”
A battle wages within her, played out on her beautiful features. Does she realize how easy she is to read? Probably not. I wait, my fingers poised less than an inch from the mouth of her pussy. “Just tell me what you need. This isn’t a challenge of wills unless that’s what you want to make it.”
Her crystal eyes focus, intensely on me, and it’s as if I feel her presence inside my body—inside my brain. “Please teach me.”
I blink. I expected to hear her say ‘touch’ but that’s not what she’s asked for.
“Teach you?” I inhale, letting her request take root inside my mind as I gaze into her wide set eyes, admiring how clear her irises appear, even in the dimly
lit room.
“Yeah. I want to learn to do what you do.”
God, this girl is as predictable as nitroglycerine. “You’re very smart,” I say and spread her pussy lips, grazing my fingers in her wetness. I don’t play but go right to her opening, sliding one solitary finger inside. Barely. Now is when I flat out demonstrate to her who runs this show and it’s what she’s boldly requested. I give her just the tip of my finger, a semi-thrust, and enjoy the flutter to her lids, the vein in her neck pulsing wildly. It’s time to tease, tempt, absolutely, it’s both our tortures—the ultimate lesson that she’s asked for and I’m prepared to deliver.
“I’m so close.” She shudders, squeezing my shoulders with her hands.
“What else do you need...besides a lesson in submitting?”
She catches her lip in between her teeth, fighting. Fuck, she keeps fighting and I’m the one teetering. My cock judders, pre cum dripping from my crown. We both want the same thing. But, shit, I’m not sure which one of us is going to bend...fuck. Break!
“C’mon, Kennedy. Give in to me, baby. Let me... inside you.” My need for her is greater than my need for oxygen. I wait, holding my breath, and exhale loudly when she nods. I must have said the right thing.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and groans my name. “Stone. Do me.”
I’m at the brink, hauling her thighs upward as her tight pussy teases my rod. “It’s going to be hard. Fast. You need it like that.”
“Yeah?” she asks, raising a perfectly arched brow as unblinking blue ice fuses with my gaze. The challenging note in her voice goes straight to my cock. “Sounds like you’re talking about yourself.”
I haven’t even thrust once and I’m spurting pre cum—forget dripping. No way is she going to turn the tables on me. “Ask nicely,” I direct her.
Her response is wordless. Old as fucking time. Arching, she rolls her hips, grazing her pussy over my crown. A damp strip of lace separates us but holy hell, this girl’s teasing swipe against my shaft is so tangentially provocative, my nipples harden as my abs clench into tight bands that make taking a breath next to impossible. A searing hunger courses within my blood. Excitement slams through me from the power of knowing I control her pleasure. Her pain. Without a condom, I’m tripping by my craving for skin-on-skin contact. She’s wet. Hot. I need to get inside her. Now.
“Oh you want to tease? Would you rather begin with a session over my lap?” Now it’s my turn to cock an eyebrow.
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “Please,” she hisses the word in a long exhale.
Not good enough. She’s going to learn. I bring my mouth so close to hers we’re breathing the same air. “Please what?”
She flashes me a look that is pure dagger, pure sin as her cheeks glow pink. What a temper she’s got. “Please, don’t be such an asshole.”
“Fuck, Kennedy,” I yell, pushing her back against the wall as we both stare at each other. I’m coming undone like never before. “Tell me and I’ll give you everything you need.”
“Please, fuck me,” she whispers softly.
“Good girl,” I say, brushing my lips over her mouth as I hook my finger in her panties, and snap.
“Stone... really...again?”
“You’ll learn. When you’re around me, might be better if you forego the panties.” Curling my fingers around my dick, I grip myself hard and find her entrance, hooking her slender thigh and pump my hips, angling her body over mine. My shoulder muscles bunch with each mini thrust of my rod. No way can I slam into her. She’s tight. So fucking tight I lean into her, using one of her thighs to leverage her body as I pump my cock incrementally into her pussy. Prickling sweat erupts across my skin. My blinding hunger to get inside her has me crazed, and if I’m not careful I’ll hurt her in my need to seat myself root deep, joining us together.
Over and over I piston my hips, entering her a few centimeters at a time with each rock. “Xavia, relax for me.”
Her tight, wet channel slowly stretches around me, pure heaven and I bury my face in her neck, saying words, nonsense, sounds—getting louder with each utterance, more forceful with each thrust. I’m going to come and I’m not even inside her.
“Stone, please,” she begs in response and I can’t hold back from her plea. Lifting her up, I rapidly bring her down my cock.
“There!” I shout a victory roar. I’m balls deep and begin to thrust in and out of her.
She’s fucking with my mind and body, and her pussy feels so goddamn good I can’t stop. Forget slowing. I lift her legs, pinning her to the wall in our own intimate rhythm where our bodies fit perfectly joined as we both grunt and moan.
Kennedy snakes her hand up my neck, raking her fingernails across my scalp, and then yanks my hair. The stinging snap heightens my pleasure of fucking her but still, I can’t have her topping me. That won’t ever happen.
I bring her hips down my shaft, hard and rough, so forceful she gasps. I do it again and again, showing her who has the control. The sight of her parted lips and closed eyes has me hungry to take her over to the bed and power-fuck her until she cries out my name.
Only my name. No other.
“Open your eyes,” I command, relishing the rule I have over her when she obeys.
My cock pulsates, jerking as I pound deeper inside her silky softness. Her lashes flutter as I slide out, until only my crown is poised against her warm wet velvet.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I prod her. I want to hear her come all right, come all the way undone. Fuck. I want to hear her shatter apart. The way I felt last night—out of control—out of my mind, and only now, when I’m inside her do I feel like I’m whole.
“More than anything,” she moans low.
God, having her clenched around me is my fix. I need to find out why she’s got this power to make me feel ecstatically alive and at the same time, splintering apart as if I’ve lost my fucking mind. Little-by-little, this girl is becoming part of me and I pummel my cock into her, seeking to undo this singular connection I feel to her. Hoisting her hips up and then down, I grind my cock into her as she meets each of my thrusts. I’m boning her with more intensity as if I can screw her out of my system.
“Are you close?” I ask in a hoarse voice that sounds strained to my ears.
She’s small, light, and it’s not her size or weight that has me struggling. I’m going to jet before her and that fucking isn’t acceptable. Reaching down between our bodies, I touch her clit—an engorged gem, wet and quivering against my finger. Yeah she’s close. Dammit, why doesn’t she answer me?
My heart is hammering and my dick is pulsing, and there’s only one way to deal with a hardheaded woman. I plow myself into her. Harder and harder, as her tits bounce and she moans, digging her nails into my shoulders. The pain she imparts spikes my lust. I need a second or I’m going to lose it. She feels so unbelievable wrapped around me that my cock and balls swell—ache to release. I crane my neck so I can see down into her face.
“Are you ready to come?” I toggle her clit and watch her expression, but it’s the clenching of her pussy around my cock that has my utmost attention. I go for broke, circling my thumb around her clit, then stroke my fingertip across the tiny tip, her pearl of nerves, and her arctic eyes glaze over. One more time, I pinch her clit followed by a swipe of my fingers. Flicking her flesh, I maintain a deeper, demanding rhythm as she rides me. “You’re holding back from me. Two can play dirty.”
She laughs in her husky voice but there’s no hiding from me. She’s close and I can feel her pussy clenching hungrily around my cock. God, she is so fucking stubborn. I’m ready to explode. I can’t—I won’t.
I want her as desperate as I am so I walk us to the desk, lower her on top, and prepare to take us over the edge. Slamming into her pussy all the way, I reach down and pin her wrists above her head, power pumping my hips, thrusting hard and deep into her. I grunt, pummeling my cock farther inside her as she tugs with her arms as if I might let her go
free. The drowning feeling of driving pleasure spurs me toward the brink as I drive my crown into her, all the way to the hilt, so hard and so fast a blinding flash tears across my vision.
“Yes,” Kennedy mews, a long drawn out whimper as she writhes under me, arching her neck but her eyes are tightly closed.
“Eyes. Open!”
She bows her lush body, her wild crystal eyes flashing open, and she begins to tremble, calling to me. “Stone. Please more,” she sobs.
Her skin is hot and slick, and I feel every centimeter of my cock sliding in and out of her. This isn’t just sex, this is fucking her with my mind, my breath, and my body as she pleads for my dick. The sheer sense of power and my domination of her beneath me is an adrenaline rush, the likes I’ve never experienced outside last night.
I can’t stop, not when she’s begging me and not this far past the point of no return. I slam into her with a roar. Her slick pussy squeezes tighter around me. And fuck! I’m there. Releasing her wrists, I yell her name not once but several times in a row as we fuck without stopping. I grip the sides of the desk, banging my hips between her legs without mercy. This type of fucking that I’m doing with Kennedy crosses the line of cathartic, right into the realm of savage and complete. She bites on my neck, raking her nails down my back as I spear my cock deep inside her, nonstop until she cries out my name. We’re coming apart and coming together.
“You’re mine,” I say as I let go, my climax decimating as pleasure rips through me, and I shoot a stream of cum into her. Deep and so fucking hard.
Chapter Ten
This Isn’t a Game
I’M BLOWN away. Mind. Body. Plans.
There is no way this can continue.
I don’t even have a name for whatever it is that Stone and I have going on. A mutual-hard-fuck-head-on-collision. I was supposed to get to the hotel, set him straight, and get to work. Well, that plan went straight to hell.
Panting for air, I’m lying beneath him as he reaches down for me, drawing me up, and the desk sways in a rickety motion like it’s about to give way under us.
