I’d never really thought about using my physical sexuality to snare a women’s attention, but it makes sense such a tactic would work on them as much as it does on us. I tighten my stomach, enjoying the tense and release along my skin. It’s going to feel freakin’ unreal when we’re done to finally slide into her tight sheath. My hips pulse forward once, the fantasy of taking her hard and loud overcoming me.
“Your muscles. They look so… solid. So primed for action. Did you do something or are you always this sculpted?”
“I worked out with weights for an hour before you got here.” She’s circling me, taking pictures from every angle. “Knew it would make the definition sharper.”
A light touch skims over my back. “Holy hell, Batman. Did it ever.” She plasters her front to my back, the slide of her silky blouse a whisper of sensation across my skin. The lure of her perfume has me drawing in a deep breath. Only a whiff has me thinking about her sucking me off. Man, I don’t think I’ll ever get that scent out of my brain—and I don’t want to.
Warm lips settle between my neck and shoulder, above the chain. “You, my dear man, are a god.”
I laugh, her outrageous words boosting my ego way higher than it needs. “If you say so.”
She nibbles my neck slightly, her chin nudging the warmed metal lying over my shoulder. “Oh, I do.” One hand snakes around to my chest, then slides down, over my stomach, to cup me through my jeans. “And I can hardly wait until these come off.”
My hips thrust forward again, seeking more pressure from her tiny hand. Rucked up like this via the hook I installed has ensured I’ve been close to the edge since the chains touched my skin.
Is this what obsession is? When you do things you wouldn’t dream of, all in the hopes of gaining someone’s touch? Of holding their attention long enough for you both to fall into each other’s arms and lose your senses in the moment? Or is it thinking about them all the time, unable to get their smile and scent out of your head?
I’m not sure, having never felt it before—but I know I like it. It’s exciting and nerve-wracking all at once.
She strokes me through the jeans, then pats my cock and leaves it, almost reluctantly. “Do your arms hurt, raised like that?”
A stiffness creeps in the moment she calls the position to my attention. “Well, they didn’t at first.” I grasp the chain and pull, raising my feet off the ground, then drop back down. Blood rushes through the elevated limbs, tingling. “I’m good for a little while longer. As long as I keep the muscles moving it’s not too bad.”
Determination wars with desire on her delicate face. “Good. I’d like a few more this way before I move you.”
I suppress a smile. I know exactly how I’d like her to move me. Or at least part of me. A long, stiff part I’d like to see disappear into her flesh. Over and over again.
Long minutes pass, the sexual tension thick enough to choke a horse. At one point she unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper a fraction of an inch. I almost regret wearing anything underneath. It’s going to be intense watching her reveal my arousal slowly.
Heather sets the camera down and steps close, pressing her perky breasts against my chest while she reaches above my head.
“Here, let me help get the chain off your wrists.” She unnecessarily assists, which I’m sure is a ploy to touch me, although I’m not complaining. She frees one hand, then the other, wiggling against me the whole time. My arms come down and naturally wrap around her waist to draw her closer.
“You’re irresistible when you’re so… focused.” I lean in and kiss her gently on the lips. “Having fun?”
“Yes!” She squees in delight and squirms out of my hold. “I’ve thought about taking pictures of you—I mean, how could I not? You’re so freakin’ good looking and well built. But I was worried you’d say no or it might sound… creepy.” She trails off as if just realizing what she’s revealed.
“So, I’m good looking, huh?”
She swats me playfully and spins away to grab the massage oil I set on a nearby table. “Puh-lease! You know you’re good looking. All those woman falling all over themselves for years? You can’t tell me you didn’t notice.”
Her words tighten something in my gut. Yeah, women who wanted me for my money. I push the thought down deep, refusing to focus on it or the reminder of Portia it stirs up.
Tell her! Tell her now, you fool!
No. I ignore the mad chatter in my head. I don’t want to taint this moment. And this sure as shit is not the right moment. Perhaps after I make her come three times and she’s thoroughly relaxed would be a good time. Plan in hand, I let go of the tension, relaxing once more.
Oil drips onto her palm and she approaches me with a playful glint in her eye. “Oh, you knew, all right.” One hand reaches out and smoothes the slippery liquid across my pecs. “But somehow you resisted. Saved yourself for me.” She spreads the oil lower, over my abdomen, lingering a little longer than necessary, obviously enjoying the oiling up process. Two clever fingers venture upward to tweak a hardened nipple. “So smart.”
Her lips tilt up at the end, and then something crosses over her face. A deep thought, perhaps inner hesitation—I’m not sure what—but her twist on my skin turns painful, drawing a sharp breath from me.
“A part of you likes that, don’t you? You like it a little rough.” I don’t say anything, just stare into her dark brown eyes. “Or maybe what you really like is not knowing what I’ll do next and the power you’ve given me over your pleasure.”
She releases the tender flesh and air hisses out of my lungs. “I like taking turns with who’s in charge,” I say. Her tongue slides out to moisten her lips. “Is that so bad? You seem to like it, too.”
Heather’s expression fills with lust. She unbuttons her blouse, stopping midway to reveal skin stained with the blush of arousal. “I do like it. It’s powerful… heady… not to mention sexy as hell when you call me ‘ma’am.’”
My cock lurches. I love calling her ma’am. It’s innocent but naughty at the same time—just like she is. “Glad to hear it, ma’am.” I smile, a fresh idea coming to me. “Would you like it if I wore a cowboy hat while I said it?”
Her gaze becomes unfocused for a moment and she shudders slightly. “Only if you wear a pair of leather chaps, too.”
As I picture her words, an image leaps to mind of my erection jutting between a bracket of black leather while I bend her over and take her hard from behind. “I think that can be arranged.” I wonder where I can buy leather chaps. I’ll be searching the Internet later if that’s what she wants to see me in. Have to admit, the idea does sound intriguing. They must make chaps for women, too. Now there’s an image I can get behind. Repeatedly. In several positions. Maybe I’ll look into buying a crop, as well.
She slips off her blouse, unhooks her bra and lets it slide to the floor, then steps behind me. Her incredibly sexy shoes bring her closer to my height. She molds her heated skin to my back and reaches around to clasp the doubled chain dangling over my chest. “Kiss me,” she says while leaning over my shoulder.
I turn my head, meeting her insistent mouth with my own. She tugs on the chain, intensifying the mild sensation of being owned. Right now, if she asked me to lick her pussy for an hour and held me by these metal chains I wouldn’t bat an eye or complain once. I’d lavish her sweet flesh with attention until she begged me to stop.
She breaks the kiss, her breath warming my flesh in short pants. “I want you on the chaise. With your pants open. Can you handle that?”
I suppress a smile, excited for her to see my next surprise. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Leave the chains on. And don’t take off the jeans yet—I want the camera to have only a glimpse of what’s beneath.”
I do as she bids, unzipping my fly fully and leaning back on the low cushioned lounger. I rest one arm under my head on the armrest to stare at the slim woman behind the lens. She’s topless and uncaring, her erect nipples pointing directl
y at me. The urge to free my cock and stroke it is strong. Sliding my fist up and down the hard flesh while she watches would be intense. Like our first date in her apartment—our intimate picnic in her living room. My hand rubs once over the thin fabric and moves away. Resisting temptation proves difficult.
The camera clicks and she hesitates. “Is that the underwear I bought with the ping pong paddle? I don’t remember giving them to you.” She emerges from behind the plastic casing, a look of longing and hunger on her face.
“You mean the ones you bought the day you spanked me in my office? Yes. I found them in the bag later. Do you like them?”
She swallows, her throat working with a slight undulation of skin. “Wow. I totally want to kiss your cock through those underwear.” Eager eyes devour me with desire and inquiry.
“Like I’d say no to that? It’s your shoot.” I reach down and cup my erection, rubbing it while I hold her gaze. “You can do whatever you’d like—take whatever you want.”
“That’s the best offer I’ve had in years. Be prepared. You’ve unleashed a succubus.” She rests the camera on a nearby stool before unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Desire softens her face while heat dances in her eyes. “I want you to lean back comfortably so I can straddle your face easier.”
Excitement bubbles inside, but I don’t react, just do as she says and ease my arm out from under my neck. I scoot lower and rest my head against the rolled arm, watching her approach. She saunters toward me, a jaunty sway to her hips. Nude thigh high stockings encase her long toned legs, and a red triangle of satin hides the juncture between. She stops near my head and elegantly lifts one leg high, resting the pointy heel on the rolled arm rest close to the low back of the chaise, effectively aiming her pussy right at my mouth.
Firm fingers slide through my hair, fisting near the scalp to sting slightly. “Lick me.” Her breathing hitches, sounding like she’s gasping for air. “Lick me hard and fast. I want to come all over your face.”
A groan of delight escapes me as I pull the thin piece of cloth away from her flesh. “Yes, ma’am.”
The musk of her arousal coats the air. My tongue laps one long stroke from her opening up to her clit, savoring the taste. Once I reach the tiny nub her hips begin to circle, grinding against my mouth. I try and focus lower, to drive my tongue deep inside, but she’s having none of it. She secures my head in place with a hunk of hair to silently let me know exactly where she wants my tongue.
“Oh… yeah… that’s it. Holy crap… it’s gonna be a big one.”
Her body tenses as I increase my ministrations, sucking madly on her tiny clit.
“Oh….” She circles faster, riding my face and taking her pleasure. It’s breathtaking to behold.
The leg on the floor starts to shake as she fists a second hand in my hair. “Yes!” She throws her head back and screams her release to the room. I grip her ass, holding her firmly in place while her pleasure overcomes her. Mid-way through I start to hum, determined to drive her higher and draw out her orgasm.
“Oh God! Yes!” No longer circling, her hips thrust back and forth, forcing her pussy up and down on my mouth. If I’m not misreading her bucking body and short shouts, her pleasure spikes again, sending her leaping off the abyss toward another release.
She writhes like a mad woman before drooping, her weight shifting to collapse on the low chaise back. The strength drains out of her and she sighs. She gradually loosens her death grip in my hair, smoothing out the crazy tufts, petting me like one would a jittery animal.
Wetness coats my face, my chin, and cheeks, making them shiny with her juices. I smile, glad I gave her such pleasure, and stiff beyond words with my own arousal.
She sighs in content, wiping a hand over my face. “I think I just rode your face like a carousel horse.”
I chuckle and reach down to adjust my painful erection. “And I enjoyed every second of it.”
“Are you worried I’ll forget about your turn?” She settles her toned ass on my chest, sitting sideways, her legs trailing toward the floor. One hand skims across my denim clad thigh, brushing close to the open fly.
“Nope. That thought never crossed my mind.” And truly, it hadn’t. We’ve never played games of withholding pleasure from one another like punishment. We’ve dragged it out for hours for our mutual benefit, with no complaints from either side.
“Good!” She scoots off me and rises to her feet. I groan at the look of determination on her grinning face. “I’m not done taking pictures.”
Chapter Nine
Heather
Tony is incredibly patient, allowing me to take pictures as long as I want. Every few minutes I nuzzle his thick dick behind his underwear or stroke over the fabric to keep him primed and ready. His low groans of arousal and heated stares are enough to keep me warm with nothing on but my stockings.
It felt empowering to ride his attentive tongue and take what I wanted, knowing all the while he was on the edge of control, eager to plunge inside me and race for his own finish. Talk about self-control. That man has it.
I’m not so sure if the situation were reversed I’d behave as well. Considering I mounted my lover’s face and demanded an orgasm, it’s probably a safe bet to say no, I wouldn’t behave as well.
A glance at the camera’s display reveals I’ve taken several hundred pictures of Tony so far. I can hardly wait to put them on a contact sheet and examine them. Without a doubt, half a dozen will be mounted on my bedroom wall if I have anything to say about it.
“That’s it. We’re done. I think I’ve tortured you long enough.” I set down the camera and stalk toward my lover. “You were an absolute saint to be so patient. Thank you.”
Naked desire slides over Tony’s face as he silently lowers his jeans. “No more pictures, right?”
I nod, an impish grin on my face. “That’s right. What did you have in mind?”
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of the tight briefs and shoves the fabric over his hips. “I’ve got one last surprise for you.”
My mouth drops open in a silent O as his cock springs free, revealing black leather circling the base of his shaft and strips of the same leather dividing his balls.
“Holy hell. Is that the cock ring from my apartment?”
Tony wraps a hand over his shaft and pumps. “Yup. I’ve had it on for hours.” His voice sounds low and near the edge. “Hours.” His fist slides back and forth. “Imagining when you’d see it… and how it would feel while I was inside you.”
Arousing heat washes over my exposed flesh. Damn, he’s freakin’ hot. His prick looks naughty, like a weapon. A weapon promising hot sex. And damn, I want some of that.
“I want to watch as I slide deep inside you,” he continues. “I want to see the hint of leather while I feel it wrapped around me.”
My breath hitches. “You’ve had it on for a really long time. Does it hurt?”
His answering smile is wicked. “Nope. I adjusted it to barely fit, just in case it hurt. The only discomfort I’m in is from blue balls.” His hand slows on his cock. “I need you now, woman. Are you ready? It’s going to be hard and fast.” He takes two steps closer, the hairs on his thighs tickling the skin above my thigh high stockings.
“I’m ready.”
His chest heaves in fast pants. He scoops me up effortlessly and carries me to the chaise. In a flash, I’m on my back, my shoulders propped up on the armrest, with my legs spread wide and high. Tony kneels on the lounger, aiming his engorged flesh right where it needs to go.
His features are tense as he plunges inside me, driving his ringed-cock deep on the first stroke. Two strong hands press my thighs wider as my body stretches to accommodate him.
“You feel so good…” he says in a hoarse rasp of sound. “Hot. Wet. Tight.” He’s gazing down, where we’re joined. “Look at us, Heather. Look at how sexy this is.”
I lean forward slightly to do as he bids. The black leather circling his shaft draw
s my eye as he pumps slowly back and forth. He pulls out so far the head comes into view briefly, before he pushes back inside. I try to wiggle my hips, circle them to meet his thrusts, but his strong hands hold me firmly in place.
“Fucking hot,” I say between pants. “I see the tight leather surrounding you.”
“Touch yourself, baby. I want to watch you stroke your pussy.”
Eager to join him when he comes, I slide one hand down to do as he asks. Instantly I’m edging up the hill toward release, sure the constant arousal I felt while taking pictures has left me as primed to come as he is. I dip my fingers lower, bracketing his cock to coat them with wetness. When he presses deep I feel the scrape of leather against them.
Sufficiently lubed, I reach higher, working myself like a mad woman. The thrust and withdrawal of his thickness feels out-of-this-world intense.
“Yeahhh… that’s it. Play with that little clit.” His fingers squeeze my thighs. “Make yourself come all over me.”
His rhythm increases, losing some of its early finesse for sheer strength and speed. Sweat drips from his brow onto my stomach. He’s staring where our bodies meet, closing his eyes now and then as if the sight is too much for him.
“I’m there, Heather. I’m gonna come.”
His words elicit a deep, primal response in me. The muscles gripping him spasm tighter, pushing me to my release.
A loud moan rips from his throat, transforming mid-sound into a guttural shout. He pauses mid-stroke, holding still while his orgasm hits.
“More,” I call out. “More, please!”
He thrusts again, deeper, slower, as my body convulses around his hardness. Mindless noises spill from both of us as we crest together, my own peak drawing out endlessly, wave after wave of pleasure suffusing me.
Tony releases my thighs and leans forward, nuzzling my lips for a soft kiss.
“Is it me,” he whispers, “or does it seem like each time is better than the last?”
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