“Mmmm,” was all she could manage for a minute, as he began stroking, a rhythm that had her immediately in heaven. “God, Axel…. oh!!” she called out when he put his tongue to her clit and licked, her body convulsing with the sudden sensation. “Fuck!”
“Good spot?” he murmured, and repeated the movement with his tongue, and she squeezed her eyes shut and fisted her hands in his hair.
“Axel, yes, God, please, please.” She wasn’t coherent and she didn’t care. So fast! He got her into a begging mess in mere seconds, it seemed, and she loved it. She let herself fall into the feeling, her mind swirling with emotions.
It was with no small sense of disappointment that she frowned when he suddenly stopped. “Axel?”
He kissed her thigh. “You wanted to wrestle, remember? I don’t want to deprive you.” He stood up and pulled her up into his arms, his hand cupping her buttock. “I’m a man of my word.”
“You were doing good with those words just now,” she argued, leaning in to bite his neck.
He growled again and slapped her ass once, a sharp spank that echoed in the room. She bit him again. “I want more of those words.”
“We’ll fight for it,” he decided, a glint in his eye, his mouth twitching. “First person to pin the other gets to pick how you get fucked. I win? I might have you suck me off first. You win, you get your choice of my mouth or my cock in your pussy.”
“You’re being a dick!” She scowled and punched his arm.
“Absolutely,” he agreed, and sat back on the bed. “Here, you get first shot. Come on, let’s see what you got, babe.”
Chapter Twenty-One
His voice was so full of sexy arrogance that she hurled herself at him, knocking him back to the mattress in a fit of laughter. She straddled his hips and grabbed his arms, pushing them into the pillow near his head. “I win!” she announced, her cheeks pink with excitement and exertion. “I pinned you! Tap out and give me my reward.”
“Oh, you win, just like that?” He raised one eyebrow.
“Yes! Don’t you see? I’m on top and you’re under me. I have your hands all locked up. I think it’s pretty clear that I’m the victor and I deserve to call the cock action one hundred percent.” She tilted her head. “I’m victorious! I think I’ll put it as my new Facebook status.”
He laughed, easy in her grip, eyes blazing. “You really think I can’t get out of your grip?”
She tightened her grip on his wrists and pushed with all of her body weight, simultaneously gripping his body with her thighs. “Do your best,” she said, concentrated, through gritted teeth.
“Okay.” He smiled up at her and she almost melted. Then, a second later, he was up and free and she was on her back.
“Oof! Not again!” she wailed in mock distress, although she was genuinely surprised at the speed of his reversal. “How are you so good at that?”
“I think the question is,” he returned smoothly, pulling her down the bed, “lie back with your head just at the edge, like that, yeah. Almost falling off the bed. I think the question is, how good are you at this?”
He stroked both of her cheeks with his hands, swirling his fingers around her neck, her throat. “Open,” he ordered, his voice firm. He stood at her head, holding his erect cock near her face. She tipped her head back to see him standing there behind her. She knew what he wanted, and the angle was right to open her mouth and take him in. But she wanted to tease.
Her heart sped up. “Open my legs?” She deliberately spread her thighs and raised her knees. “I’m all wet for you,” she murmured. “You should go around the other side of the bed and check. Even wetter than before, when you had your tongue in there.”
“Good,” he said. “And I think your mouth is nice and wet, too, and that’s where I’m going to start fucking.” But his glance drifted down her body and he groaned. “I don’t know what’s hotter,” he said, his voice full of amazement, “looking at you, or feeling you, or fucking you, Cleo.” He laid his hand on her cheek.
“You can do all of them and tell me later,” she whispered, making eye contact with him upside down. She reached up and grabbed his thighs, marveling at his hard muscles, stroking his skin.
He moved forward and nestled his cock at her lips. “Take me in.”
She opened up wide and allowed him to slide into her mouth, humming in pleasure at the feel of his hard flesh, the taste of his skin. He wound her hair into both of his hands and anchored her as he slid his cock deeper. “I want to hit the back of your throat,” he said, tightening his grip. “Now.”
She opened her mouth wide and relaxed, letting him push into her, filling her mouth and throat, and gagged when he hit the back of her throat.
“There,” he said with satisfaction. “So good.”
He pumped a few times, then pulled out to let her breathe. “Feels so good,” he murmured. “Your fucking mouth.”
He thrust into her mouth again, then began a series of fast deep thrusts, and she wriggled in arousal, with adrenaline, as she struggled to breathe around his width. After a few minutes she was panting with exertion and her eyes were tearing with effort, but it felt good to be used like this, knowing it was turning him on so hard. And that he’d reciprocate very, very soon.
He leaned in further, gripping her thighs, and this forced his cock even deeper into her throat. Lying with her head back was disorienting; the room spun with sex and oxygen and his scent. She clenched her pussy muscles, desperate for his touch, for any touch; she moaned around his cock with need.
He pulled out, touched her face. “You good?”
“I need you,” she coughed and wiped her mouth. “Touch me, please. I’m dying.” She opened her thighs wider. “Axel.”
“I don’t know,” he said thoughtfully. “I did win the wrestling match, so I might just come in your mouth and let you wait for later for your orgasm.”
“No, please!” She grabbed at his thighs. “Axel!”
He laughed. “If you promise to give me those BJs before, like you promised, then my cock is yours.”
“I promise, I promise, anything you want.” She’d swear to anything, just to alleviate this burning need between her thighs. “I want to come so bad, please.”
“Not until I say, though,” he warned, giving her a small slap on her cheek—not hard, but a mark of possession. “Understand?”
She nodded.
He slapped again, a little harder. “Do you understand?”
Her eyes widened and she scowled. “Yes, Sir!”
“Good girl.” He bent and kissed her lips. “Get your head on the pillow and open those legs for me, nice and wide. Hands grabbing the headboard. You let go, you don’t get fucked. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” She rushed to get into position. As always, she was irritated and turned on at the same time by his dominance, and the arousal won, as always. She liked it when he was in charge, especially when she didn’t like it. Being told what to do was hot, since he always made her combust with passion.
She gripped the bars with sweaty hands, then re-gripped them, and opened her legs.
He ran one hand up her inner thigh, all the way up, and cupped her pussy. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” she breathed, pushing up into his hand.
“That’s right, it’s mine,” he repeated, his voice full of satisfaction. “Mine to fuck, and tease, and spank, isn’t that right?”
“Sp-spank?” She widened her eyes.
“Oh, yes. Haven’t you heard of pussy spanking?” He tapped her between her thighs, not hard, but she jumped and pulled her knees together. “No. Stay open, or I’ll tie you and I won’t let you come,” he snapped.
She sucked in a breath. She was pretty sure he would still let her come, even if she disobeyed, but the slight uncertainty to the game made her even hotter. “Okay.” She spread her legs again, slowly, muscles tight. “But will it hurt?” Her voice hitched.
He stroked her belly. “Just a little,” he murmured. �
��Do you trust me?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Then close your eyes and keep your legs open, just like this. I don’t want you to close them even a millimeter, do you understand? If you shut your legs, I will be very disappointed, and then I’ll have to punish you.”
Her breath hitched and she could feel new moisture surge. “I understand,” she whispered, her eyes flickering shut.
“Good.” He pulled his hand away and she flinched; with her eyes closed, not sure of what he was going to do, every sound, every touch was tantalizing. Her adrenaline surged like never before.
“Pussy spanking,” he said, his voice low, “is very popular, Cleo. You can use your hand,” and she cried out, a low moan, as his fingers found her clit and began to rub, “or a little flogger. I’m going to get a special flogger for your pussy. We’re going to start training you to accept a good firm pussy spanking, Cleo. You’re going to learn to spread your legs wide when I ask and let me spank you between your thighs. Sometimes I’ll do it just as a training session, and I’ll fuck you afterwards. You’ll be nice and sore, all squirmy and wiggly because you’re so sensitive, and it will feel like fucking magic on my cock. But I might not let you come during the fuck, not unless you behave perfectly for the whipping. Is that clear?”
“Yes!” she cried out and moaned when he thrust two fingers into her body, deep, as far as they could go, and massaged. “Fuck, yes, yes, anything.”
He withdrew his fingers, and suddenly, with no warning, she felt a sharp slap on her labia.
“Aik!” she squeaked and her knees immediately shot together before she remembered his warning, and opened them.
He tsked. “Cleo, that’s not a good start. I’m going to have to give you another one to make up for that. Wider, please.”
She swallowed hard and forced her thighs as wide as they could go.
“Knees up higher. Feet flat. Yeah, like that.”
Then another slap, followed by another one. A pause, then—the next one stung! It was harder; he must have pulled his arm further back. It wasn’t really painful, but the surprise and the sudden sting made her cry out and clench all the muscles in her legs and buttocks to avoid closing her thighs. Her heart beat more rapidly in her chest than a hummingbird.
“Axel,” she begged, not even knowing what she wanted: for him to stop, to do it again, to do it harder, to touch? She was not sure, but she needed more of something, that was clear.
She jumped again, her body startling, as he once again inserted his fingers and began to stroke. “It’s a turn-on,” he explained, “the alternation of pleasure and a little pain. Not knowing what’s next… it heightens the arousal to insane amounts.” Slap. Her pussy, so wet, made a juicy sound as his palm connected, then caressed, and she wiggled, obscene and needy with his touch.
“Five more,” he decided. “I think that will give you a nice tingling sting and get your ready for my big cock. Hard ones, so hold still.”
She moaned and flexed her thighs, and when his palm landed again, and again, her breath came faster and she forced herself to stave off the orgasm, which was ready to explode under her skin.
“I need to come,” she gasped, her body alive with sensation. “Please.”
“No,” he said, his voice harsh. “Not until I tell you. Come too soon, and next time I’ll double your pussy spanking and make you wait all day for an orgasm.”
Of course that threat made her almost tip over the edge, and it was now painfully, nearly impossibly hard to hold back the dam. “I can’t wait,” she whimpered. “Please, just fuck me right now.”
The last spanks on her pussy were torture of the most delicious kind; they hurt so good, and the sensation, the sound, the aroma—everything together was making her utterly delirious. The room was full of sex, her body was full of sensation, it was all swirling around her, making her insane. “Please…” she murmured, begging.
A second later he straddled her body and she felt his cock at her throbbing entrance. “Right now?” he whispered, leaning down on his strong forearms, to kiss her neck, her lips. “You positive?”
“Yes!” Her eyes flew open and she smiled to see his handsome face, eyes burning with passion, above hers. “Right now.”
He slowly thrust into her, inch by inch, until she was filled with him. It was almost uncomfortable, but it felt good, sexy, right. When he started to move, the orgasm unfurled fast and it was in seconds that she was begging incoherently. The stinging sensation from his spanking mixed with the pleasure of his cock and she could tell this orgasm was going to be unreal, merciless in its power.
“Come, Cleo, you can come,” he ordered, and she screamed as she let it loose and the sensation flooded her like an ocean, a tsunami, unstoppable force of pleasure. Her body shuddered as she came, bursts of arousal sparking through her, and in the middle of her release he came too, growling and grabbing her hips hard enough to leave bruises, shouting her name.
She let go of the headboard bars and grabbed him, digging her hands, her nails into his skin, pressing her body to his chest, pulling them together so hard that there was no air in between them.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He didn’t hesitate for a single second. “I love you,” he replied, wrapping her in his own embrace. “You’re perfect.”
She laid her head on his chest and his heart pounded into her body, strong and even. His sweat and hers mixed together, and she liked being so intertwined with him that they were sharing the same oxygen, the same space in the world.
“We’re perfect together,” she said.
“Absolutely.” His smile melted her heart. “So you gonna be in my next play, Cleo? You were the best one, during auditions. Everyone could see it.”
“I don’t know.” She stretched out luxuriously, pushing her body into his. “Do you think we can work together if we’re fucking?”
“I think we work really, really well together,” he said with a grin. “And this is more than fucking. This is a real relationship. Remember?” He gave her a light spank on her ass.
“You know what I mean.” She rolled her eyes. “People will talk about favoritism. And we’ll argue. You know I have a temper. So do you, for that matter.”
“Why not?” He gave her a serious look. “If we talk it out ahead of time, and promise to talk it out professionally each time we have a disagreement, I think we can make anything work. Yeah? And if we clarify that we’re together, and you got the part because you’re best for it? I mean, there are couples who work together in all different fields, from acting to technology to teaching. Tons of director and actor pairs who met on their first project, and collaborated together for many more. It’s been done. So we can do it, too. We’ll just be careful how we communicate and spin it. Hire a PR person at first, maybe. But it’s doable.”
“Okay.” She kissed his lips. “Then let’s do it.”
He gave her a quizzical look, one eyebrow up. “I’m not saying it will be incredibly easy. But I think it would be worth the struggle.”
She smiled back. “Good things are worth fighting for.”
“I mean it; you’re the best for the part, Cleo.”
“But what if someday I’m not the best?” She bit her lip. “How will you handle that? How will I?”
He shook his head. “What if someday you don’t want to work with me, and prefer a part with someone else? What if I do think another actor is perfect for a role? I don’t know. It probably will happen, eventually. But if we love each other and promise to respect each other always, I think we can figure it out as we go. Okay? Relationship first, work second. Yeah?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He paused. “I do have to fill you in on one small requirement, though. Usually, in Hollywood, you know? The leading lady is required to get onto her knees and give daily blowjobs of gratitude to her big sexy director as a way of saying thank you for the role.”
“Oh, is that right.” She narrowed her eyes. “I did n
ot know that. I’m glad you enlightened me.”
He nodded. “Oh, yes, it’s a very famous tradition. Also, once a day, she needs to bare her ass and bend over for a good hard spanking and then a fucking. It tends to keep her properly motivated, you know, for the part.”
“Well, if it’s for the part,” she allowed. “I certainly don’t want to let the play suffer. So if that’s what’s required to help me do my best, I’ll get naked anytime you want.”
She reached down and stroked him; found him already hard. “No matter how hard it is, I’m willing to suck it up,” she whispered into his ear, and then stuck her tongue into it. “Or take it in my pussy or ass. I’m just a team player that way.”
“Fuck.” He grabbed her and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth, and they melted together once again.
“Okay,” she whispered, and giggled, and then her giggles turned to sounds of appreciation as he slid down her body and did things with his tongue that took away her capability to speak.
“By the way,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. “I forgot to add an important requirement of my own. The leading lady, in Hollywood? She requires tongue service like this at least once a day to keep her happy and content. Sushi dinners at her command, probably at Ra, because they have the best eel. Home-cooked meals on late nights. Also, her director has to finger-fuck her at the theater at least once or twice a week without asking anything in return. Just, you know, to keep her satisfied and on track. Tulips and Godiva chocolates once in a while, because those are her favor—Ah!”
The last sound, one of pure pleasure, came as he redoubled his efforts on her clit, and she gripped his hair hard, pulling.
“Is that right?” he murmured, looking up at her from between her thighs, his eyes blazing. “Well, I think I can fulfill all of those, Cleo.” He bent his head down and licked again, making her cry out in delight. “So I think we have a deal,” he whispered into her pussy, sneaking one hand under her body to finger her from behind. “If you agree.”
“I agree,” she said quickly. And then there were no more words, as they came together and let their bodies do the talking. And after all, it was the sweetest ending she could have imagined, as well as a beautiful new beginning.
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