by J. D. Chase
She’d never had a partner who totally fulfilled her – and she was no prude – but she’d always felt that there must be more to sex for it to be raved about as it was. Her experiences were nice, but she’d never felt totally sated; only disappointed that sex for her wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. She’d experimented with some very kinky toys and practices but she’d always just enjoyed it; unless she hadn’t been given the time needed to climax, then she’d resented it. But enjoyed and nice – they weren’t the descriptions she wanted to settle for. She wanted mind-blowing. She wanted ecstatic. She wanted what Xander had just given her, and if he could give her even more than that, she wanted that too.
She realised that during the time she’d been thinking, he’d undressed and was standing, looking at her expectantly, but she was pleased he’d given her time and not rushed her, especially as she knew he wasn’t, by nature, a patient man. He wasn’t the best looking man in the world; attractive yes, but not stunning, although he looked after himself and the five o’clock shadow he now sported made him even more attractive. Tall and muscular with a lean stomach, he was a sight to behold and with that aura of power he projected . . . he was a heady mix. She decided to go for it, not wanting to live a life with a missed opportunity that may never arise again. To be on the safe side, she realised that if she didn’t like it, they’d have to agree some method to ensure that he knew she meant it so he’d stop.
She raised it with him and he tilted his head to the side and chewed on his bottom lip. ‘So basically, what you mean is a safe word. But it would have to be something that you wouldn’t say during sex. A simple stop wouldn’t work, begging me wouldn’t work – you’re likely to say all those because you think you can’t take any more, but you can and you will. So think of something that you would never say to me in a million years.’
‘So any compliment will do,’ she quipped. ‘Although I doubt that you know what a compliment is. Not judging from the way you speak to me. Calling me a dirty bitch is not something that I’d let anyone get away with under normal circumstances.’
He pulled a face and then fixed her with that arrogant stare. ‘Oh but sex with me is anything but normal. Normal is boring. You may as well call it mediocre. If that’s what you like or want, then leave now because this is never going to be for you. And when I call you names, they’re far from insults. I love dirty, filthy, sexy behaviour, and a woman who is confident enough to know what she likes and wants, and does what she knows I like, blows my mind. I loved that you bent over and bared your pussy and arse to me, most women don’t like that and won’t do it, yet men love it. Most women feel too concerned about how they look, wondering if their arse looks big and whether they look disgusting. They don’t realise that it’s the most incredible sight for a man to see. They don’t realise how it makes a man feel. How it excites him. Seduces him. Makes his cock throb so much it hurts.
‘And yeah, part of me gets off on the fact that most people think a lot of what I like is dirty. For me, it adds a little extra to the whole thing. So if I call you dirty bitch or a filthy slut, I’m actually complimenting you and feeling proud of you for rebelling against the usual boring sex regime. Not to mention the fact that you’ll have made me as horny as hell. And believe me, you’ll compliment me, you’ll curse me, you’ll throw insults like they’re going out of fashion and sometimes you may even mean them, but when fucking is taken right back to its most basic, feral, uncomplicated, animalistic state, you say whatever comes into your head. You brain is incapable of thinking up something you feel you should say, you’ll find that whatever comes out of your mouth is raw, honest and unable to offend either of us. So if you want a safe word, think of something personal to you that you couldn’t possibly say to me during sex.’
‘I love you?’ she joked.
He pounced like a tiger, without warning and with such lithe grace and speed that she could do nothing about it. ‘That’ll do,’ he growled before his mouth closed around one of her nipples and he bit her, it wasn’t a nibble, it was definitely a bite, albeit not a savage one. She squealed but then she felt a sensation, more powerful than pain, right between her legs, making her gasp.
She felt a finger push roughly inside her. No, there was no way that was only one finger. That was at least two. At least!
‘Argh!’ she cried as he bit her nipple again but almost immediately it was followed by, ‘Jesus Fucking Christ!’ when the pain flew to her pussy and made her clench hard around his fingers. He quickly began to fuck her with his fingers, her muscles clamping around them.
‘Oh you greedy slut,’ he murmured against her peaked nipple. ‘I can feel you grasping me, desperately trying to pull my fingers in deeper.’
She had to fight against the instinct to challenge him for his insult until she remembered what he’d said about complimenting her. She could feel his cock against her thigh and it had jerked as he’d supposedly admonished her. She realised that he was impressed with her behaviour and that he wasn’t insulting her in his mind. It was only an insult if she took it as one. She thought of his cock twitching and knew he was finding her responses an enormous turn on. She squeezed around his fingers again and this time he nipped her then raised his head. ‘Is three fingers not enough for you? Then let’s try four, you needy, filthy bitch.’
She felt his cock lurch twice and although the words were potentially insulting, his tone was anything but. It sounded like praise – filthy admiration – and it both turned him on and spurred him on. It was still alien to her brain but she forced herself to relax and just go with it. She yelped when his fourth finger joined the others. Fuuuuuck! Oh my God! Surely he’ll tear me in two! ‘Stop,’ she yelled. ‘Stop before you split my pussy open.’
He picked up the pace with his fingers, roughly fucking her now soaking pussy as he continued to nip and bite her nipples. She writhed and arched repeatedly, feeling such intense sensations everywhere in her body but especially her pussy and lower stomach. She could barely breathe and then she couldn’t breathe at all. She was holding her breath as her body began to shake. Her head pounded, whooshing noises filled her ears until she felt she could bear the increasing pressure no longer. Argh I’m going to piss myself! Oh fuck! She opened her mouth to demand again that he stop but heard, ‘Ah . . . ah . . . oh . . . aaah . . . oh my fucking God!’ come out of it instead.
She felt hot liquid spray all over her thighs, her stomach and even her arms, and the air was filled with the sounds of a very wet pussy as he began to finger her more slowly. She was mortified. Thinking she’d wet herself, she prepared for the torrent of ridicule and disgust that must surely follow.
‘Oh you filthy, dirty, squirting slut!’ he said, sliding his fingers out and sucking them one by one. ‘You filthy, beautiful, amazing slut.’
Squirting? Amazing? What the . . .? Isla couldn’t believe her ears. She’d squirted! She knew about squirting but she had enough trouble achieving a regular orgasm, she’d thought herself incapable of ever squirting. And he loved it! Her shame turned to pride. She hadn’t even registered the derogatory terms he’d used, she just lay there with a smile on her face and basked in his adoration. But not for long.
He effortlessly flipped her over on to her front and grunted, ‘On your knees.’ She instantly obeyed, coming up on all fours.
‘No. On your knees but not your arms.’
She slid her arms forward so that her chest was touching the bed then turned her head to the side so that her cheek rested on the bed too.
‘Clasp your hands behind your back.’ Again, she obeyed but she’d never in her life before felt so vulnerable.
‘Before I fuck you into the middle of next week, is it safe? Are you clean? I know I am.’ His hands were kneading her plentiful buttocks as he spoke.
‘Yes, I’m clean and it’s safe. Well, as safe as being on the pill can be,’ she whispered, feeling increasingly vulnerable and self-conscious as he pulled her arse cheeks apart and rubbed her cheeks in circles. It als
o pulled her pussy lips apart and she could hear its slick wetness each time he opened her.
‘Don’t worry about that. Listen to that greedy pussy. It’s a hungry cock whore, isn’t it, Red? It wants to be filled and fucked and yet I’ll bet it’ll still be gagging for more. It’s a work of art . . . no, a natural beauty . . . so pink and perfect. Worthy of worship. But when I’ve finished worshipping it, it won’t look like that. It’ll be bruised and tender and obviously well fucked. You’ll know I’ve been there for the next few days. Every time it makes you wince in discomfort, you’ll have flashbacks of tonight and not only will you feel intense pleasure, you’ll want it again. You’ll crave it. Being well fucked, properly fucked is addictive, Red. And if you try to resist, your whorish cunt will rebel until you sate the craving.’
All Isla could think of was that she’d never been eaten out like that before, never come so quickly or so hard, never squirted before . . . what this man could do to her was exceptional. She couldn’t wait to find out what it felt like to be fucked by him and how he would make her feel. She wanted it. Badly. Perhaps she was already becoming addicted but she wouldn’t let him know that.
‘You’re going to be so disappointed if none of those things happen . . . and what was it you said earlier? Ah yes, “Words are cheap, Red but action . . . rough, mind-blowing, fucking action that’s where the proof is” so shut up, Xander and fuck me,’ she retorted.
His jaw clenched and his eyes blazed at her words. ‘Trust me, Red, you’re the one who’d be disappointed. But I’m not about to let that happen.’ And before she could rebuff or retort further, he slammed into her without warning, almost pushing her flat on the bed. She cried out and berated him for being so rough when her pussy was hyper-sensitive, but she could feel her pussy clenching around his cock even though it felt like he was stretching her insides.
He kept himself buried to the hilt as he pulled her back up on to her knees. ‘Clasp your hands,’ he instructed. Isla hadn’t even realised that she’d let go. She reached behind her and interlocked her fingers once more, then his large hand covered them both.
Xander began to move slowly in and out of her. It was pleasurable enough, but Isla couldn’t see that it was anything special and began to wonder whether he was all talk after all. Part of her felt disappointed but part of her had been a little nervous about experiencing the type of fucking he’d described.
Still keeping a slow rhythm, he began to redirect his thrusts slightly so that she felt stretched beyond anything she’d believed possible. She could feel him right inside her and, spontaneously, her pussy gripped him hard, sending shockwaves throughout her body. She arched her back in response but he roughly pushed her back down, not breaking his leisurely stride. Isla smarted from that a little, wondering how she was meant to enjoy herself to the max if he wouldn’t let her move. Then she realised that he wanted her to keep her chest on the bed and her hands clasped behind her but he hadn’t actually said she couldn’t move. On his forward thrust, she pushed back to meet his cock. Immediately, she heard his hissed breath and thought he approved so she did it again.
Slap! His free hand came down hard on her arse cheek, making her jump both from the surprise and audacity of it and from the smarting pain she felt. As she was thinking how much she didn’t like the degrading element of it, she felt her pussy contract and heard the increased wetness.
‘Oh you like a good spanking, do you?’ He sounded as though he were taunting her. She again wondered whether he was capable of reading her mind.
‘No,’ she snapped. ‘It’s humiliating.’
‘Your pussy betrays you, Red. It gripped me like an iron vice. You don’t like the idea of it, that’s all. You need to let that go and just feel. Listen to your body, not your mind. You can’t argue with the responses of your body, only your narrow field of experience and your narrow mind.’
‘I don’t have a narrow mind!’
‘Good, because it’s time to start fucking. Remember, don’t think . . . just feel. Don’t talk yourself out of things you think you shouldn’t enjoy. There’s a part of you that enjoys a little humiliation, you can’t fight that. Open your mind and just let things happen. I’ll read your body and if it doesn’t like something, I’ll not do it again. If it does, even if your mind can’t admit it, I’ll exploit it ruthlessly until your mind can no longer deny it.’
His slow yet deep thrusts continued as she contemplated his words. ‘Okay, but I’m so glad it’s time to fuck, because I was thinking that’s all you’d got.’ She smiled smugly into the sheet, thinking that she’d managed to get the upper hand. She wasn’t even close!
He began to fuck her, slamming into her balls deep at an incredible pace. ‘Argh,’ she cried as her body tried to absorb the ferocity of his thrusts. She couldn’t describe how it felt. It was . . . rough . . . it was unbelievably rough. With her in that position, the angle of his cock hit her g-spot on every thrust, and coupled with the force of his thrusts and the rapid pace, it was just too much. She cursed him repeatedly because she felt she was going to explode. Every muscle in her body was taut and again she felt it was unbearable so she shouted for him to stop but he didn’t. She tried to wriggle away from him but his hand, over hers, kept her in place. She couldn’t even push her legs back because he was right behind her, thrusting deep, hard and unrelenting. The only thing she could move was her head and it thrashed from side to side against the mattress.
‘I’ve told you to fucking stop!’ she shouted suddenly but his pace continued.
‘You don’t mean that. And if you did, you know what to say.’
There was no way she was telling him she loved him, but her body was being pushed beyond its limits. At least that’s how it felt. As the pressure in her lower belly grew to a seemingly intolerable level, she threw her head back and cried out. Immediately, his free hand pushed her face down into the mattress and held her there.
‘Come, you filthy, stubborn bitch,’ he growled.
That was the final straw – she’d had enough! Inside, she railed at his inhumane treatment of her but she couldn’t voice her opinion because she had a face full of mattress. She couldn’t tell him that she’d never come from g-spot stimulation. It just didn’t work for her. But then, just as quickly as it had formed, that thought disappeared; her body began to jerk as shockwaves of some unfathomable sensation began to wrack her body.
‘Yeah, come, you gorgeous slut,’ he yelled as he slammed into her harder than ever.
Then pain seared through the back of her head as he pulled her upright by her hair. She heard the sound of her own voice screaming through the release of her first ever g-spot orgasm. She felt his teeth sink into her shoulder as her body continued to convulse and the bastard never even slowed his pace. He fucked her right through her orgasm.
‘Stop, you bastard,’ she yelled as she shook. She knew she couldn’t have remained upright without his supporting hands.
But he just pumped faster until the last waves of delectable devastation were upon her, then he thrust her upper body down against the mattress once more. She turned her head so she landed on her cheek and he allowed it, his hand keeping her there as he fucked like a prize stallion.
Oh God, no way. No way. No fucking way!
She felt another orgasm building. And it was building much faster than the last. Her body ached and her lungs burned. Her head felt like she might faint. But still he fucked her ever closer to the edge. The build-up might’ve been faster but she came just as hard as before. She felt his nails raking down her back as she writhed beneath him.
She heard his own moans growing louder until he slammed into her more slowly than before and she felt his cock pulsing inside her as he dragged in loud, ragged breaths. He sank down on top of her, pushing her legs flat and joining their hot, sweaty bodies. Nothing was said. And neither of them moved, except to draw in much needed breaths.
After a minute or so, he rolled off and pulled her into his arms. He gently kissed along her
collar bone as his hand trailed softly up and down the curve of her hip.
‘You are so fucking sexy, Red. The way your incredibly alluring body responds to mine is phenomenal. You turn me on so badly and even when I’m fucking you, I just want more.’
Without warning, Isla burst into tears. She valiantly fought them back but the tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
‘Hey, gorgeous. What’s wrong? What did I do or say? Oh fuck, Red . . . tell me please!’ She could hear the despair in his voice but all she could do was shake her head as she began to sob quietly.
‘Was it too intense for you?’ he whispered and she nodded.
‘I’ve . . . never . . . orgasmed . . . like . . . that . . . before,’ she managed between sobs.
‘Yeah, you did come hard. I felt it around my cock. It nearly drove me insane. I’ve never had to battle so hard against coming too quickly in my life. Being inside you feels incredible, especially when you grip my cock, but when you come . . . fuck, Red, when you come I find it hard to keep control. You make me want to do things to you that I can barely even contemplate. I’m sorry if I was too rough with you. I should’ve held back more for your first time with me.’
She sniffed and managed to get her sobbing under control.
‘No, you don’t understand. I’ve never orgasmed from internal stimulation before – not even a monster vibrator will do it and I know I’ve never, ever squirted. In fact, I usually take ages to come when my clitoris is being rubbed, even when I do it myself. I’m just a little shell-shocked. Just a little overcome, that’s all.’
