by Opal Carew
His lips moved on hers in a hard, punishing kiss, then his tongue drove deep inside. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt breathless, and a little frightened.
But at the same time, wildly turned on.
She pressed her hands flat against his chest and pushed, but he was immovable. She felt helpless, and that thrilled her. Her attempts to drive him back seemed to encourage him and he drove deeper into her mouth. He grabbed her wrists again and pushed her arms over her head, then sucked her tongue into his mouth. The taste of him—coffee and some kind of liquor—excited her.
He rocked his hips against her and she felt it. His cock swelling inside his jeans, the hard ridge digging into her.
Oh, God, she longed to feel it against her pussy instead of her stomach. To have the hard shaft slide over her softness.
As if sensing her need, he moved, gliding his bulge up and down. Only the thin barrier of her dress and the delicate lace of her panties protected her intimate flesh from the pressure of his thick cock. The hard bulge—covered by the thick, rough denim—ground against her.
Fire blazed inside her.
And every movement pushed her short skirt upward another inch.
The feel of him was intense and her need shot up.
But she panicked.
She turned her head with a jerk, tearing her mouth from his. “No, please.” The words came out a mere whisper.
He gazed down at her. Despite his unwavering confidence, she sensed a hesitation in him.
“Hey, you starting without me?”
She heard Carl’s voice, then realized he was standing in the doorway.
Erik eased back… just a little… his gaze locked on her face, the desire in his eyes still blazing. Then slowly it flickered… and faded… until they were blue pools of hidden emotion.
Still gripping her wrists tightly, he turned to Carl.
“You snooze you lose,” Erik said. “But you’re here now so let’s get this party started.”
Carl stepped into the room. His gaze slid over her and settled on her crotch. She glanced down and realized the hem of her dress had been pushed up high enough that her panties were showing.
She struggled against Erik’s hold in an attempt to pull her dress down and cover herself.
“Let me go,” she begged.
Erik ignored her plea and tugged her from the wall. “What do you think, Carl? Sexy dress?”
Carl nodded. “Oh, yeah.”
“Get over here.”
Carl obeyed.
“Tell me what her breasts feel like,” Erik commanded.
Carl’s big hands cupped them. Then he squeezed.
Oh, God, the feel of his big hands cupping her… the fingers tightening around her roughly… made her faint with need.
“They’re soft.”
“Yeah? Unzip her dress and let’s get a look at them.”
She froze as Carl stepped behind her and pulled down her zipper. The dress immediately slipped from her shoulders. Erik released her wrists and yanked the dress down, dropping it to the floor, then he pulled her forward a step and kicked the dress aside.
“Now the bra.”
“No,” she protested. But Carl already had it unhooked and Erik stripped it away.
She tried to cover her nakedness, but Erik pulled her hands aside, holding them over her head.
“Damn, they’re beautiful.” Carl’s admiring gaze sent sparks flaring inside her.
When his hands covered her again, she had to stop herself from arching against him.
Her emotions were all over the place. She wanted this, but at the same time, she was thrown off by Erik’s totally intimidating masculinity.
He played his role so well.
“Carl, pull out that fucking cock of yours,” Erik demanded.
Carl unzipped his jeans and she watched him reveal his long, hard cock. It was already fully engorged. Red tipped with veins pulsing along the sides.
Erik grasped both her wrists in one hand, then coiled his other hand in her hair and gripped it tightly, then forced her to her knees.
“Push your cock into her mouth. I want to watch her suck it.”
Tears prickled at her eyes at the tightness of Erik’s hold on her hair, but the adrenaline rushing through her, paired with the hormonal rush, had her more turned on than she’d ever thought possible.
As Carl moved close, he glanced at her hand, and she realized he was looking to see if she’d crossed her fingers.
He gazed at her face, and she could see the question in his eyes, so she parted her lips. He smiled and brushed the tip of his cock against her cheek, then pressed it to her mouth. She opened and allowed him to ease inside her.
Oh, God, this was so wildly erotic. One man holding her hair coiled like a rope at the back of her head, the other pushing his big cock into her mouth. His shaft was hot and hard and she squeezed him between her lips as it glided deeper.
“Suck it,” Erik commanded.
She obeyed immediately, sucking the big slab of flesh in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” Carl glided forward and back, filling her a little more each time.
Erik pushed her toward Carl until she took the whole thing down her throat. Then he drew her back, and right off the tip.
“Now suck his balls.”
His hold on her hair loosened and she cupped Carl’s balls in her hand and stroked, then she pushed one into her mouth. He groaned as she suckled him inside.
“I said both of them.”
She pushed the other in her mouth, too. Erik’s hand slipped away from her hair and Carl cupped her head, moaning softly. She licked his balls and squeezed them lightly in her mouth. Then she slid off and wrapped her hand around his cock, then took it inside again.
“Make him come. I want to see him spew in your mouth.”
She bobbed forward, moving on the big shaft in a seductive rhythm. God, she couldn’t believe she had this stranger’s cock in her mouth, and his friend commanding her while he watched her give Carl head.
Carl tensed and she knew it would happen any second. She bobbed faster, squeezing him tight between her lips. He tightened his grip on her head, then groaned. Hot liquid squirted into her mouth and down her throat.
She kept on sucking.
Finally, Carl drew back, his flaccid cock falling from her lips.
Erik grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, then dragged her to the bed. Her pulse skyrocketed in anticipation as he pushed her onto it, expecting him to climb on top of her. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and clamped the handcuff around it, then pulled the cuffs around one of the bars and cuffed her other wrist. He grabbed the rope he’d tossed under the bed earlier—the one they’d used to bind her wrists in the van—and tied her ankles to the footboard, far apart, forcing her legs wide.
He sat on the bed and stared at her breasts. Her nipples peaked at the heat in his eyes.
Oh, God, she wanted him to touch her. To stroke her hard nubs. To take one in his mouth and suckle it.
But instead he just stared.
Then his hand rested on her midriff, below her breasts. It glided downward. His gaze locked on her face and he watched her as his hand approached her panties. She quivered under his touch, goose bumps dancing across her flesh.
When he reached the boundary of her panties, he paused, then glided his fingertips along the elastic.
Then he dipped underneath.
His fingers slid over her flat stomach to the small patch of neatly trimmed hair. Then lower.
She almost gasped as his fingertips glided over her folds.
“Fuck, our little captive is wet. It seems she got turned on sucking you, Carl.”
Carl, sitting on the chair a few feet away, smiled. She could see his cock was already rising again.
Erik stroked her intimate flesh, then slowly dipped inside her slit. She had to stop herself from arching against his hand to drive him deeper.
“You like that?”
She
refused to answer, then regretted it as a sly smile crossed his face. Then he tugged down the front of her panties and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue lapped over her clit, then burrowed deep into her flesh.
“Oh, God.” The sensation of him pulsing inside her was driving her insane with need.
“Our little slut likes what I’m doing,” he said, his lips glistening with her juice. “Isn’t that right?” he demanded.
When she refused to answer again, he grasped her hair and tugged it back.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
He smiled in satisfaction and released her hair. Then he pulled out a jack-knife and opened it, the light flashing on the blade. He cut away her panties and shoved them in his pocket.
He dipped down and his mouth covered her again. He licked her several times, then pushed his tongue deep inside her and swirled it around. When she felt two big fingers glide inside her, she moaned.
Carl watched her, stroking his cock.
She longed for it in her mouth again. She wanted to suck something hard and hot.
Erik’s tongue found her clit and pleasure rippled through her. She arched, wanting more.
He swirled and suckled, his fingers pulsing inside her.
“Oh, God. I’m so close.”
He stroked faster as he licked and teased her sensitive bud.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, please,” she whimpered.
Then it happened. A rush of intense pleasure… washing over her… until she moaned with abandon. She arched against his face and he kept finger-fucking her, hard and fast.
The orgasm blasted through her, shattering her hold on reality, until she was floating on ecstatic bliss.
Finally, she collapsed on the bed, his fingers still deep inside her.
Her gaze caught on his and she saw a flicker of satisfaction before his eyes went deadpan again.
“I think our little captive needs to be fucked,” Erik said.
Her breath caught. Oh, yes, she wanted to see Erik’s big cock. To feel it glide inside her. To know what it would be like to be possessed by such a dominating man.
But Erik stepped away from the bed and Carl approached.
His cock was hard as rock now, his hand still wrapped tightly around it. He prowled over her, but he didn’t just push inside her. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her. His lips brushed against hers gently, then his tongue teased with a delicate persuasion. It pulsed into her mouth as he deepened the kiss. She found herself responding to him.
Carl was tender and persuasive, drawing forth a deep need inside her.
When she felt his hot cockhead brush against her slick folds, she groaned, wanting him inside her.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Carl said, but his gaze locked on hers, searching for permission.
She nodded imperceptibly, wanting him inside her. Needing it with indescribable intensity.
His hardness pressed into her yielding flesh. Pushing in slowly. The wide cockhead stretched her as it moved inside. Filling her. Then he kept going, his thick shaft gliding deep into her. Once he was all the way in, he gazed down at her, his big body covering hers.
The need in his eyes filled her with satisfaction.
He drew back, the big shaft dragging along her flesh, sending heat pulsing through her.
Then he glided forward again. She squeezed him tight and he groaned.
He picked up speed. Gliding forward. Drawing back. His big cock thrusting in and out of her body.
She was still stoked from her previous orgasm and the pleasure built rapidly. She was panting for air, needing his cock inside her. Filling her. She wanted to beg him to make her come, but she stopped herself, not wanting to ruin her role.
“Fuck, I’m going to come any minute.”
He drove into her harder and she arched against him. Pleasure flashed through her, exploding along her nerve endings. He pounded deep and fast and she arched, then a guttural moan burst from her as she catapulted over the edge. He slammed hard into her again and groaned his release as his cock erupted inside her. She moaned, flying into freefall as ecstasy claimed her.
Finally, Carl slumped on top of her. She felt his lips brush against her temple in a soft kiss.
Then he pushed himself away.
She lay on the bed, naked, her legs spread wide.
Her gaze shifted to Erik, ready for him to take his turn. But despite the flickering need in his eyes, he turned and left the room.
Disappointment washed through her.
Carl unbound her ankles, then released the handcuffs and led her to the bathroom so she could clean up. Still naked, she returned to the room and he handcuffed her again.
“I’m going to be sleeping in the chair, so you won’t be alone,” he said.
He didn’t give her any covers before he turned out the light and moved to the chair and sat down. She lay there, her body totally exposed, her arms bound over her head. It was warm enough in the room, but she felt vulnerable.
Soon, she could hear Carl’s deep, slow breathing. Now all she had to do was find a way to fall asleep, even though all she could think of was how she desperately wanted to feel Erik’s thick cock deep inside her. To experience being fucked by that domineering, distant man who had her so hot she could burst into flames right now.
Sunlight flickered in Kalie’s eyes and her eyelids opened. Carl was standing over her.
“Time to get up.” He uncuffed her wrists. “Go shower and whatnot and meet me back here.”
She followed his instructions and returned to the bedroom ten minutes later wearing only a towel, her hair still damp. She glanced around, hoping to see her dress or bra. Her panties, she knew, were gone for good.
Carl cuffed her again, then with a sudden movement, pulled the towel away. She shivered as she stood before him naked, then followed him down the hall.
Erik sat in the kitchen sipping a mug of coffee. His unsettling blue eyes turned to her as she walked in. Her skin prickled with goose bumps.
“Come here,” he said.
She walked toward Erik and stood in front of him. His gaze traveled over her naked body, sending heat blazing through every part of her.
“I know you’re not stupid enough to try and run away, so I’m going to take off the handcuffs and you’re going to cook us some breakfast.”
He released her and, totally naked, she started to prepare omelets. When she placed a plate in front of Erik, he pulled her onto his lap and cupped her breast as he pushed his fork into the omelet and took a bite. Her heart raced.
“That’s good.”
“Are you going to let me eat?” she asked, her stomach rumbling.
He squeezed her breast again, then pursed his lips.
“Tell you what. I’ll let you eat an omelet… if you eat something else first.”
He lifted her from his lap and pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. Then he unzipped his jeans, still facing the table.
She knew what he wanted.
And she wanted it, too.
She ducked under the table and slipped her hand inside his jeans. Her eyes widened when her fingers brushed over his hot flesh and she realized how big around he was.
She pulled him out and stared at his huge erection. The tip as big as a Clementine and the shaft thick enough she couldn’t quite get her fingers all the way around it. Her insides quivered at the thought of taking that giant cock inside her.
She pressed her lips to the tip. It was hot and hard. She opened and stretched her mouth around the wide corona.
It was so big it filled her mouth.
She could hear the sound of his fork on the plate above her on the table. He was still eating.
She slid deeper, taking more of his cock into her mouth. She squeezed the exposed shaft in her hand, then began to stroke it as she glided up and down on him. His thick meat in her mouth made her hunger for more. She wanted to feel him inside her. Driving deep into her pussy.
As
she sucked and stroked him, she moved one hand down her stomach to her folds. She stroked, feeling the dampness. She pushed her fingers inside, then pulsed in the same rhythm as her mouth.
Oh, God she wanted him to fuck her. Her pleasure rose as she pumped him in her mouth, her fingers still stroking her intimate flesh. Satisfaction rocketed through her when she heard him groan. She moved faster, taking his cock deeper inside. Her fingers stroking her own flesh faster. Suddenly, he erupted inside her and she groaned around him as his release triggered her own orgasm.
She was still riding the wave as he pulled her from under the table.
“Did you come?” he asked fiercely.
“I… uh…”
He pushed her against the wall.
“Tell me.”
She nodded, her eyes wide.
“Fuck, I didn’t say you could come.”
He pulled her back to the table and swept the dishes onto the floor then pushed her face onto the table top, his hand on the back of her neck, pressing her cheek tight to the hard surface.
His cock, which was still hard despite just being emptied, pressed against her slick opening. He pushed forward, filling her in one fast, impossibly deep stroke. She gasped at the intense, yet exquisite, sensation. She was stretched around his huge cock, the long member deep inside her.
She moaned, even though he hadn’t moved. He twitched inside her.
“You like that? My big cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He rocked his hips and she gasped at the feel of his gigantic cock moving even that small amount inside her.
He rocked again, then stopped.
“Oh, please.”
“Please what? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
He glided back. Painfully slowly. His cockhead caressing her inner passage. Goose bumps danced the length of her body.
When he reached the end, his cockhead hovering on the edge of slipping completely free of her body… he suddenly drove deep again.
She cried out at the intense pleasure.
“Oh, yes,” she whimpered.
She saw Carl sitting back in his chair, stroking his cock as he watched. The big bulbous head gliding up and down within his hand.
