by Abby Angel
We get into his apartment, and the suit coat comes off. Then the shirt gets unbuttoned.
I gasp as I look at his muscles. Yeah, that’s right. Gasp.
I mean, of course, I’m in awe at him all the same—it’s hard not to be, after all. I much prefer him naked, though. No matter how expensive and nicely tailored a suit can get, nothing can beat the rippled muscles underneath his shirt.
I fight against the urge to pinch myself. I know it isn’t a dream, but it all seems too perfect to be true. I have a job and my friends and both are secure for the time being. I was literally rescued by Apollo and I also now have a Prince Charming. I guess happy endings are indeed a real thing.
Apollo looks at me with an edge to his smile. He pushes me back gently and I lay back on the mattress, looking up at him with eagerness. Still grinning, he undoes his tie and takes it out of his collar, unrolling it without taking his eyes off of me.
He comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed, the tie in his hands. I immediately know what he wants, and something inside me pulses fiercely in anticipation. I extend my hands and he ropes the tie around them; he then makes me lift my arms and ties my hands to the bed’s overhead bar. I test his knot and try to break from it; there is no getting out, I’m his to do whatever he wants to. God, we haven’t even started properly and I’m already as wet as the Pacific.
Climbing on top of me, he kisses my forehead gently, then kisses the tip of my nose and my lips.
“I love you, Ashley,” he simply says, looking at me as if I’m the last woman on Earth.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. It’s such a simple thing to say, almost banal, but I still love the way these words feel in my mouth.
He runs his hands down my body, stopping on my hips I squirm slightly, knowing I’m his to do as he pleases. He unzips the back of my dress very slowly, the dark fabric of my thong already showing a wet patch. I sway my hips from side to side, almost begging for him to touch me there, but he doesn’t do it.
His hand goes to my cheek, caressing it, and he brushes his thumb over my lips. I open my mouth as he does it, and he places his thumb inside my mouth. I suck on it, just a tease of what I can do to him. He runs his fingers down my chin and straight to my cleavage, brushing his fingertips over the curve of my breasts and then continuing down to my stomach. There, he lifts my blouse and slides his hand underneath it, his warm touch against my skin making my throat dry with sweet anxiety. Instead of grabbing my breasts from under the straps of my dress, he takes his hands to my cleavage and, grabbing the fabric there, simply pulls on it and rips my dress apart. I wasn’t expecting it and I moan in surprise, my heart beating inside my chest like an old war drum. He takes his hands to my back and unhooks my bra, making it slide up my arms and pinning it against the overhead bar where the tie is knotted.
I arch my back, feeling my chest heave as if I want nothing more than to feel his touch on my breasts, his fingers grabbing at my nipples. But, again, he doesn’t do it. He stands there, looking at me and running his fingers down the side of my body as I’m going completely crazy. If his plan is to make my head burst in anticipation, it’s working.
He slides my black heels off my feet, gently putting them onto the floor. Then, as meticulously as he did that, he grabs what remains of my dress and pulls it down my legs. I lift my ass up, making it easier for him. Here I am, my arms tied to the bed and wearing only a thong, and still he hasn’t touched me. I can already feel my wetness dripping down my inner thighs.
Just fuck me already! I beg him mentally. Or kiss me or… Just touch me, please!
Instead of doing that, he rises from the bed and, turning his back to me, crosses the room and opens a drawer. I can’t see what he’s doing, but when he turns to me he has two rolled ties in his hands and a truly mischievous look in his face, which tells me I’m in for one amazing night, whatever it is that he has in store for me.
He unrolls the ties and, sitting at the foot of the bed, wraps each one of them around my ankles and ties them to the bar, my legs spread wide.
“Apollo…” I whisper, the sound of it almost like a moan as I squirm in place and find my movements very restricted. “I want you now.”
He smiles at me, knowing he’s totally in control. “Patience, love. Goods things come to those who wait.”
“But… I don’t wanna wait… I want you now…” Fuck, I’m truly desperate for his touch. My heart beats so loud in my chest I think it’ll simply end up exploding.
He sits next to me, lowering his head so that his lips are just an inch away from mine. I try to lift my head and kiss them, but I’m tied tightly and can’t reach him. I lay here, neck craned out and parted lips, craving his mouth as he simply grins at me.
“Someone’s very eager,” he says, resting one finger softly over my collarbone and making my skin prickle. Just one touch of his finger and I’m already going mad. He lets his finger slide down, stopping right on the valley between my breasts. I can feel my nipples pulsing, yearning for his touch. But he doesn’t touch them; he traces the contour of my right breast with his index finger, circling around it with only his fingertip smoothly brushing against my skin.
I strain against the ties, closing my eyes and biting on my lip. I can’t believe I’m in such a state when he’s barely touching me.
I let a moan escape my lips as his finger goes over the curve of my breast and circles my rosy nipple without touching it. Then he goes down, going to my other breast and doing the same there. He leans into my breasts and relief washes over me as I think he’ll take his mouth to my nipple; yet, once again he stops just an inch from it, blowing softly. His cool breath on my breast is making me dizzy; I’m sure I’ll go insane if he doesn’t touch me soon. For how long will I be able to endure this?
He takes his hands down my body, hooking the tip of his fingers on my thong. He grabs it gently and it seems that he will pull it down in an instant as he did with my blouse; instead, he simply lowers my thong a miser inch, revealing my tan line. He takes his lips there, brushing them softly against that white line of skin. I try to thrust my hips upward but it’s useless; I can’t move, and I’m at his mercy.
“What do you want, love?” he asks me, taking his fingers up my belly and back to the base of my breasts. “You seem awfully impatient.”
“Apollo, please…” I half moan. “I want… I want it.”
“Want what?”
“I want you… I want you to touch me, I want you to fuck me… Please…”
“I will… If you behave.”
“I will… I’ll do anything.”
“Good girl,” he says with a smile, once more grabbing at my thong and pulling it down a few inches so damn slowly. Then, when I’m not expecting it anymore, he grabs at it and pulls it against my outer thigh, tearing it off of my expectant body in a brutish and quick motion.
I can feel his eyes all over me, running from my lips to my heaving breasts, and finding their way between my thighs. He leans into me, laying his lips against my neck, kissing it up and down with so much softness you’d think my neck was made of porcelain. I close my eyes, feeling then the tip of his finger brushing over one of my nipples. It takes just that for me to moan as loudly as if he’s inside of me. If I’m already like this I don’t even want to imagine what it'll be like to have his cock stretching my pussy. This is it, I’m sure I won’t survive the night.
He kisses my chin and goes down to my neck again; this time he doesn’t stop there, though, continuing down to my collarbone and to the base of my breasts, laying gentle kisses around them in a maddening climb to my nipples. I can feel my muscles already twitching, my whole body electrified with the perspective of his tongue on my nipples.
I moan as his tongue touches me, licking in circles around my nipples. When he flicks it at the cherry colored point, I almost think my head will split open; I purse my lips and close my eyes, inundated by a stream of delight.
More, more, more!
He low
ers his head and fits my nipple between his lips, sucking on it slowly as his fingers go down my belly and crawl down to my inner thigh. My hips sway of their own accord, my pussy aching and begging to be touched. He takes his time, stroking my inner thighs and teasing, coming close to my pussy, but never actually touching it.
But then he does.
He runs his index finger from the base of my pussy to my clit, brushing against it so softly I can barely feel it, and yet, in such a way that I can’t feel much more than that. There is no pressure on his finger, it feels as light as a feather on me, but as it rubs against my clit it’s as if lightning has struck my body. I convulse, my limbs straining against the ties as I arch my back and thrust my hips upward as ecstasy slaps all my thoughts away.
Apollo presses hard against my pussy then, cupping it and pinning me against the mattress as I succumb to my orgasm. I didn’t know it was even possible to climax like this! It’s absolutely insane, and it only makes me want more. God, I’m hungry for his body, for his cock. It’s a good thing that he doesn’t release me from the ties, or else I would jump on him like some feral cat and claw at his crotch until I could grab his thick, 12-inch cock and ram it deep inside of me.
Oh, yeah, right now I’m this crazy for him.
“Apollo…” I start, not even knowing what I want to say. “Christ, what was that?”
“That,” he says, smiling at me and leaning in to kiss me, “is what I’d call being in the hands of someone who knows what he’s doing.”
“More,” I grin at him, licking my wet lips. “I want more.”
“I may be your boss, but right now I live to fucking serve you, Ash,” he replies, pressing his mouth against mine. I let my tongue reach for his, violently dancing and flicking at it while I tilt my head from side to side. He stops the kiss when he grabs at my hair behind my head, forcing me to tilt it up and bare my neck to him. He kisses it, his mouth then jumping to my breasts and sucking hard on my nipples, all the slow tortuous teasing finally over. His hands squeeze my breasts hard, his touch sending flames of wanton desire down to my drenched pussy.
I’m the wettest I have ever been in my entire life.
I lift my ass up from the bed and rock my hips against the mattress, calling his attention there, begging for his touch between my legs. His hand darts there in a fraction of a second, pinning me down as he cups my pussy, his thumb right above my clit. He presses down on it, rubbing it in circles and making me gasp.
I want to grab his hand and make him finger me, but I’m helpless, all that I can do is moan and beg. Maybe he takes some pity on me, as he starts brushing his finger along my pussy, parting my lips as he does it. Then, in a flash, he slides one finger inside in a hooking motion. I gasp, choking down a loud moan, and he slides in one more finger as he keeps rubbing my clit.
His fingers go in and out slowly at first, stretching and teasing, but they quickly up the pace, coming and going out of me so fast I can’t even tell when they are in or out. He pinches my nipples with the other hand, squeezing them hard between his thumb and index finger as he kisses with the same intensity a drowning man craves air. That fits me just fine, as I crave his lips even more.
I start to push my pussy against his fingers, making him hook them even deeper inside me, and I keep going like that until I start to feel my whole body burn from the inside out, the fire of lust all-consuming and out of control. I come with a loud scream, my limbs flailing and struggling against the ties that bind them.
Just release me, Apollo, I think. Do it and I’ll fuck you in a way you’ve never experienced before.
He doesn’t do it, of course. Instead, he places his hands on my knees and pushes them to the side, clearing the way so that he can position himself between my legs, his face right above my pussy.
Alright, that works too.
He attacks my pussy with his mouth savagely, his lips pulling at my clit and sucking on it as his tongue lashes out against it. He opens his mouth wide, sucking my pussy eagerly and running his tongue along my pussy at break-neck speed. I thrash wildly in place, making sure his mouth won’t leave my pussy any time soon.
He has no intention of stopping what he’s doing, so there’s no need for me to worry. In fact, the more I press my pussy against his mouth the more ferociously he devours me, eating me out with such intensity I think I’ll pass out before coming.
He takes his forearm and places it across my belly, pressing down and pinning my hips to the mattress, holding my pussy in place so that he can lick all of it with all the attention and care he wants. I want to move; it’s hard to stay put, but that suits me just fine.
I always thought that being tied up and held down was too kinky for me, but I’m no longer the same Ashley. In fact, I think it’s impossible for anyone to remain unchanged after seeing a cock so thick and big as Apollo’s is. As soon as I saw it for the first time, I knew things would never be the same, and I was right.
I used to be Ashley, an innocent girl, and now, whenever I’m near Apollo, I seem to turn into some kind of sex-crazed maniac that can’t think of anything else that doesn’t involve his huge cock. I would have never guessed, not in a million years, that I would have these kind of thoughts swirling around my mind.
Holy fuck, I think as he starts to beat at my clit with his tongue, sliding two fingers at once inside me and moving them in and out fast. I can feel the pressure mounting on my sides, sweet release knocking at my door. His fingers go in and upwards, hitting a spot inside me that makes me feel as if my skin, muscles, and bones are on fire and turning to ash. It feels that good. I want to come so bad I can’t even believe it.
“Apollo,” I suddenly say, widening my eyes in surprise at what I’m about to say, “I have to pee.”
He looks up and throws me a mischievous grin, the look on his face telling me that he knows better than me what’s happening with my body.
“No, you don’t, love…” He simply says matter-of-factly. “You’re just about to squirt, baby.”
Squirt? What the hell? Is that a real thing? I always thought that was a myth and yet, the look on his face tells me he’s dead serious. I can feel my muscles cramping with pressure, a buzz spreading through my limbs. I try to hold it, but I’m going to succumb soon.
Still slamming his fingers inside of me, he comes to my side. “Trust me, Ash. Just let go.”
Alright, alright!
I do as he tells me to, and I surrender to it. It seems as if my body is exploding and…
HOLY FUCK!
A strong current crawls under my skin, concentrating inside my pussy like some furious supernatural force. My brain is on fire as I feel my inner walls spasming and my warm juices gushing out of me and down to the sheets. It’s happening, it’s happening! I can’t believe it… I’m squirting, and I’m doing it hard. I close my eyes as my brain seems to melt inside my skull, and I collapse on the mattress as if all life has been sucked out of me.
“Apollo… This… This is…” I don’t even know what I want to say. This is just fucking amazing.
“I know, love, I know”, he grins at me, cupping my pussy and feeling my completely drenched skin with the palm of his hand. “Now… Now we can start.”
Start? Start? Oh my God, oh my God!
He moves fast, removing the ties that held me in place. Summoning whatever energy I still have left in me, I prop myself back up on the bed and go straight for his shirt with my outstretched fingers.
I grab his collar and tug on it violently, making buttons pop everywhere. I tear his shirt apart and take it off of his torso, pressing my mouth there and kissing his perfect skin with abandonment. With shaky fingers I unbuckle his belt and pull his zipper down, yanking his pants down his legs with a violence I didn’t know I had in me. He kicks his shoes off and, even before he has completely removed his pants, my hands are already grabbing at the gigantic shape under his boxer briefs. I grab the hem of his underwear and tug it down, his member saluting me eagerly. I start stroking it wil
dly, guided completely by a lust so primal I’m sure it still lives in a cave.
In an instant, I’m already leaning into him and swallowing his cock, pushing my head down his whole length until it almost feels like it’s going to pierce me from side to side. I’m completely insane and hungry for his cock, and by God, it feels fucking wonderful. I gobble his cock as if it’s the most delicious thing in the world. Oh, who am I kidding? It really is the most delicious thing in the world!
I want to suck him dry, to feel him coming and have his semen filling my mouth and dripping down my chin. I want it all, and I want it in such a way that it’s no longer in the realm of rationality.
He grabs my head, though, and makes me stop. Before I can do anything, he has his hands on my hips and turns me over. I let him do it willingly, no strength left in my limbs, and I lay there on the bed with my belly down. Climbing on top of me, I feel his hands go down my back and grabbing my ass hard, his thumbs right over my ass crack. I wiggle my ass, anxious for what’s to come, and he places his hand between my legs and slides one finger inside my pussy. He takes it out then, pressing his body down on me as he guides his cock toward my inner sanctum, his tip pushing my folds aside and straining against my tightness as it slides in.
I bury my face in the sheets, moaning as hard as it’s humanly possible. His cock goes deep inside me, stroking the same spot his fingers had before. I’m not sure if I’m moaning or screaming; all I know is that I’m making so much noise that the muscles in my throat are already growing sore. His pendulum motion is completely obliterating me, my pussy spasming around his thickness as he goes in and out. Can you die of too much pleasure? I’m about find out.
I feel nothing, absolutely nothing but the constant ramming of his cock. It goes in and out at a manic steady pace, throbbing and pushing back my inner walls. When he’s in deep, I’m sure there isn’t a fraction of an inch inside my pussy that isn’t filled by his massive member. He only has to make it twitch inside of me to draw a violent moan out of my lips.
