Once they were inside he couldn't wait any longer. He undid her pants and pushed them down her legs. He pried her shoes of and tossed them into the living room, then removed her jeans sending them in the same direction. With ease, he lifted her onto the kitchen counter and pulled her panties off.
“Yum,” he said, rubbing his face between her legs. She shuddered when he pressed a kiss to her mound, spreading her legs wider with his big hands. He moaned, french kissing her opening, licking and slurping like a starving man. She was delicious, sweet, salty and musky all at the same time. She arched into his mouth, grabbing his hair and trying to guide him to her clit, but he just chuckled, continuing to kiss her everywhere but there. He used both hands to pry her buttocks apart and gave her behind a sloppy wet kiss. Her ass was tight as a button, barely opening when he pressed into it with the tip of his tongue. Getting his index finger thoroughly wet, he pressed it into her asshole, the lubrication making entry much easier than it had been that morning. He continued to lick her pussy as his finger pumped in and out of her, the tight sphincter resisting in both directions. He used his tongue to stroke her plump clit, the little bud firm and resilient as he worked it with his mouth. Tara flopped, her back draped over the counter and breakfast bar in a way that had to be uncomfortable, but she didn't seem to care. She was panting with arousal, her eyes squeezed tight as she dug her nails into her shoulders.
“Oh my god,” she said, when he slicked his middle finger in the moisture leaking from her vagina and pushed it into her ass alongside the finger that was already there. That was all it took to make her cum. She jerked, her hips fluttering like a hummingbird until she went rigid. After the last shudders of her orgasm had subsided, he eased his fingers out of her and pulled away.
“Hold it,” Tara said, sitting up. “Where are you going?”
Mark stopped in his tracks. “Bathroom,” he said, without turning around.
“And you didn't tell me that because...?”
“I'm sorry,” he said, turning around and grinning sheepishly. “I was going to grab a condom from that stash in your medicine cabinet. Who's Mr. Magnum, by the way?”
Oh god, that was embarrassing. “My ex,” she said. “Delusions of grandeur. By the way, did you check if they were expired? They've been in there for a while.”
“Shit,” he said. “No, I didn't. Why would you keep expired condoms, though?”
“I use them for my vib-.” Tara stopped mid-sentence. “Uhm...”
Mark threw his head back and laughed.
“Tara,” he said. “I just had my fingers in your ass. You can admit to having sex toys.”
Tara's face turned bright red. He was right, of course, but hearing it said out loud was so different from doing it in the heat of passion.
He came back into the kitchen and lifted her down to the floor.
“Where are they?” he asked, propelling her towards the bathroom. She walked gingerly ahead of him. Her ass felt weird and she was completely naked from the waist down except for her socks. On top she was still fully dressed. She hadn't even taken her hoodie off when they got inside.
“It's just one little vibrator,” she said. “It's tiny, really.”
He flipped on the bathroom light and turned on the faucet. Squeezing some hand soap into his palms, he washed them while she stood in the doorway. He wore a goofy smile the whole time. She pulled back into the shadows to hide her expression.
“Show me,” he said, grabbing the box of condoms from the medicine cabinet and turning the box around until he found the expiration date. He blew out a wisp of air. “Thank goodness. They're still good for another couple months.”
Placing his hand on the small of her back he turned off the bathroom light and guided her into the bedroom. Tara turned on the bedside lamps and went to one of the small bottom drawers of her dresser. Digging around under old workout clothes she found the little vibe she used occasionally when the need arose. It was about five inches long and less than an inch in diameter. Mostly, she used it on the outside of her body. Mark came over and crouched next to her. He reached into the drawer and felt around.
“There's nothing else in there,” Tara told him.
“Really?” he said, pulling out a small bottle of lube she had forgotten about. It was sample-sized and pretty easy to miss. Why had she stashed it there, but left condoms in the medicine cabinet? She remembered now. It had come with the little vibe and she'd put them there together without much thought. Mark seemed unaccountably excited about the two and a half ounce container.
“You are not putting your dick in my ass,” Tara said, firmly.
“Not tonight, anyway,” Mark agreed, cupping her face. He lowered his face to hers, his eyes playful. Instead of kissing her, like she expected, he captured her bottom lip and sucked gently. He released it with a pop, and standing up, pulled her to her feet. He led her to the bed and sat down, pulling her between his legs. He was still fully dressed. Dropping the lube on the bed, he ran both palms over her bare thighs and butt. He slid her sweatshirt off her shoulders and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She was now naked except for her bra. He traced the lace edge of her bra cup with one of his fingers, then slid his hand up to her neck, massaging gently.
“Do you remember when we were sixteen, Tara?” he asked, his breath coming a little bit fast. “Remember when I did this?”
He dropped his head to her chest, teasing the tip of her breast through the thin cotton of her bra. Tara moaned, gripping his shoulders. The vibrator fell out of her hand onto the bed. He captured the peak in his mouth and sucked hard, pulling her nipple into a rigid point. He switched to the other breast, taking as much of it into his mouth as he could and applying strong suction. Tara felt an answering pulse of arousal between her legs. He lashed his tongue over the tip of her breast, still sucking hard and Tara cried out. She dug her hands into his hair, tugging at the soft strands. He released her breast and moved to the other one, repeating the treatment. Tara's legs started to shake.
“Please,” she begged, not even sure what she was asking for.
“Do you remember, baby?” he asked, pulling away. The wet cotton felt cold against her flesh, but soothed the ache as well.
“I remember,” she said. “It was good then too.”
Making a sound in his throat that Tara couldn't interpret, Mark grabbed her by the waist and tossed her onto the bed. He pulled his shirt off and loomed above her, the muscles of his chest and stomach cast into gold and shadow by the lamp light. His face was that blank she had seen so many times in the last twenty-four hours, but didn't know how to interpret. She reached for him, but he grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head.
“Keep your hands against the pillows Tara,” he said, “and don't move them. Ok?”
But it wasn't really a question. He was telling her what to do and making sure she understood. Tara nodded. He picked up the vibrator and turned it on briefly to make sure it was working. Once he had confirmed that the batteries were charged, he took her legs and pushed them upwards until her knees were at chest level. He brought his head to her hips, working her clit and labia with his tongue until she was dripping with arousal. Grabbing the bottle of lube, he squirted a generous amount between her cheeks. It was cold and Tara shivered.
Still gently stroking and licking her clit, he worked a finger into her ass. It went in more easily this time and there was barely any stinging. He kept this up for a few minutes, licking her and fingering her ass, but never bringing her close to orgasm, just keeping her arousal steady. Tara had the thought that this wasn't so much about giving her pleasure as it was about getting her body to accept his finger.
When her ass had relaxed a little, he squirted lube on the vibrator and pushed it slowly into her. The muscles protested, but slowly relaxed against the gentle but steady pressure of the intruder. The vibe wasn't turned on, thank goodness. Eventually, he had it inserted all the way. Tara was turned on, not so much by the sensation, as the thought of the
plastic wand stuck up a part of her body that had always been off limits until now. Until Mark.
He eased back from her, an almost malevolent expression on his face. Grinning, he said, “Don't move,” and flipped the vibrator on.
Tara's whole body shook. The pulse of the vibrator sent waves of sensation from her ass to her pussy and up to her nipples. Her stomach muscles clenched. It was all she could do not to cry out just from the intensity. The instruction not to move was impossible to obey. She arched off the bed, as if she could escape something that was inside her that easily.
Mark grinned. He held her hips still and turned of the vibrator but didn't remove it. In fact, he pushed it back in to the hilt as it had started sliding out when she thrashed.
“I told you not to move,” he said, softly against her hair. There was a trace of menace in his voice and Tara wondered why that sound made her clench her thighs. She was twisted, but then, so it seemed, was he. “I'm going to have to punish you.”
“What?” she asked.
“Have you been a bad girl, Tara,” he asked, stroking her hair. This was the game, Tara realized. To keep playing she said she was a bad girl. To end it she said anything else. She said she wanted to stop or she asked him to do something else. It was her choice.
“I've been bad, Mark,” she said in a small voice.
“Call me Alpha,” he said. It sounded a bit silly, but Tara didn't care.
“Yes, Alpha,” she said.
“Turn over,” Mark said and she complied. He unsnapped her bra and pulled if off her body, dropping it onto the floor. He stroked her back and cupped her ass cheek, squeezing gently.
“I'm going to spank you, bitch,” he said, caressing her legs. The word didn't sound mean the way he said it, as if he didn't mean it in the normal way. “If you want me to stop you have to say a specific word, ok? What do you say if you want me to stop?”
“Um, carrot,” she blurted. It was the first word that came into her head. She didn't like carrots. Never had.
“Good,” he said. “I'll stop if you say 'carrot,' but nothing else. Not if you say stop or if you beg. But don't beg, or I'll just punish you more. You need to be quiet when I'm spanking you, okay?”
Tara nodded. She was a bit nervous now. Would it hurt? Would it hurt a lot? She had enjoyed light spanking in the past, but one had ever asked her to give them a magic word. It had never been meant to punish her before.
Mark positioned her the way he wanted her and then just knelt next to her body for several minutes. She didn't dare move or speak. The anticipation was worse than the spanking or so she thought until he brought one of his hands down hard on her sensitive cheek. It stung like the dickens. Before she could pull another full breath his hand came down on the other cheek with a crack, causing her to jerk. The movement reminded her that the vibrator was still inside her. He slapped her thigh hard, the edge of his hand catching the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Next he smacked her ass again and again and then the other thigh. It hurt, really hurt and it was hard not to move or scream or say carrot, but she gritted her teeth and held on. Not for the first time in her life her stubborn streak came in handy. She wasn't going to wimp out. After ten smacks he stopped, rubbing her skin gently to sooth it. There were tears in her eyes, but for some odd reason her nipples were also painfully hard.
“You did great, Tara,” he said, kissing her tear-stained cheek. His voice was normal again, the harsh edge gone. “I'm really proud of you.”
Gently, he turned her onto her back and kissed her on the lips, coaxing her mouth to open for him. He slid his tongue into her mouth, teasing her lips. Tara returned the kiss, sliding her tongue against his. He held her face in his hands, a look of tenderness in his eyes. Tara didn't know what to think. Easing away from her, he skimmed out of his pants and sheathed himself. She expected him to enter her immediately, but instead he continued kissing her and lightly stroking her face and hair. She twined her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, sucking on his tongue and biting him gently. Eventually he released her mouth and kissed her neck, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Will you let me inside you, Tara?” he asked, those inscrutable gray eyes dark with passion.
“Yes,” she said. It was always yes.
He guided his shaft into her moist channel, slowly sinking in until he was completely inside her. Tara made a small feminine sound. She was full to the brim, just like every time he was inside her, but the vibrator still half-lodged in her rear passage upped the intensity. He began moving slowly, her wet flesh clinging to every inch of his erection. He pulled one of her legs up to her shoulder and pumped deeper, quickening his pace slightly. Tara dug her nails into his shoulders. She was close already. He made her feel so good, so euphoric. He was like a drug. He moved faster, deeper, panting shamelessly. His eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure and the look on his face thrilled Tara. She loved that she could make him feel that good.
Suddenly a jolt shot through her body. He had turned the vibrator back on and was working it deeper into her tight channel. He stopped moving his hips and just worked the vibe slowly into and out of her rear entrance, pushing it deeper with each stroke. His arm shook and she guessed he must be feeling the vibrations too, only a thin membrane separating the toy from his engorged cock. He shoved the vibrator all the way into her and began thrusting again, hard and fast into her slick channel. Tara moaned out loud again and again, not caring that her bedroom walls were thin or even if there might be a punishment in store for her. It was worth it. This was worth whatever pain came after. She started coming, wave after wave of intense pleasure flooding her body. Every inch of her was electrified. She was a comet, a star, the sun. She barely felt the pain when he squeezed her painfully in his strong arms and bit down on her breast, she wasn't human anymore. She was a pleasure monster. He cried out loudly, one time and then collapsed against her, completely limp. It was almost a minute before either of them had the motor control to turn off the vibrator.
“I took the deal,” he told her a bit later as they cuddled together. He was idly tracing the bite mark on the slope of her left breast with his fingers. She knew that would leave a mark. Tara turned the idea over in her mind.
“So you're staying in town?” she asked. “Permanently?
“If things work out,” he said, pulling her tighter against him. He dropped as kiss on her head. She wanted to ask what that meant for the two of them, but she was reluctant to ask. What if he didn't want a relationship? Was she ready for this to be the last time they were in bed together? The truth was that once he said no, she wouldn't be able to sleep with him again without feeling unequivocally like crap and even this new, more submissive Tara wasn't that much of a masochist.
I'm playing head games with myself, she thought. I'm pathetic.
“What did you want to talk about,” Mark asked, stroking her arm.
“Nothing important,” she said, snuggling into him and yawning. “I'll tell you later.” She closed her eyes and a few seconds later she was already asleep. She never saw the frown that flashed across Mark's face before he too closed his eyes.
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning Tara woke up feeling groggy. Unfortunately, she had to be at work by 8:30 so she didn't have the luxury of sleeping in, even if she had one of the sexiest men in America wrapped around her naked body. He woke up when she tried to slip out of his arms and tried to pull her back, but it was already 6:30 and she had to drop him off at his parents' house on her way to work.
“Stay,” he mumbled as she climbed out of bed. Tara fought the urge to slide back under the covers and into the warmth of his body. She could vividly imagine the pleasure that body would give her if she decided to be a bad girl, but honestly she'd been bad enough this past couple of days. It was Monday, when the harsh light of reality returned to burn away every weekend's fanciful hopes. There wasn't any reason why this weekend's magic would be any different.
Since she didn't usually sleep nak
ed, Tara didn't have a robe to wrap herself in near the bed. It was pretty chilly without the warm blankets, not to mention Mark's body, so she raced into the bathroom and turned on the wall heater. In the mirror she could see her face. There were light bruises on her eyes from lack of sleep and her hair was what could kindly be called a mess. Pulling back the shower curtain, she turned the water on just long enough to start flowing warm and stepped into the bathtub. Moving efficiently, she dunked her head under the shower and lathered her hair. She had the whole thing down to a science. Lather, rinse. Good? No. Lather, rinse. She squirted a good handful of condition on her head and worked it through with her fingers. Next, she slathered herself in citrus-scented body wash and massaged it into her skin. She was almost ready to rinse everything off when she heard the curtain rings clank against the rod. She turned her head to see Mark's face, still puffy from sleep, over her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she asked, a bit impatiently.
“Saving water?”
“Mark!”
“Only take a minute,” he said, sliding his hands over her slippery hips and between her butt cheeks.
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