by JR King
“Do it yourself, you animal.”
He kissed me hard, his tongue fluttering over the curl of my upper lip and the curve of the lower one. I hated myself for opening my mouth instantly, hated my body for igniting at the intrusion of his tongue. He groaned as he licked and tasted my mouth. My breasts strained against the silk fabric, ready for his hands and lips.
He broke off the kiss with a ragged sigh. “You’re right, baby. I’m an animal. Want to see?” Everything looked darker somehow, yet even with the dimmed lights the devil looked handsome. His lips were parted, his pupils dilated with lust. “Want to experience uncivilized sex?”
He’d shown me things, pleasured me in ways I didn’t even know could be done to a woman. Things that reduced my inhibitions to nothing. Ice cubes, candle wax, braided leather, handcuffs, blindfolds. On those occasions, the look in his eyes was tender, but not today. His expression was hard. I was no longer entranced by the virility of his body when he pinned me to the wall. The music from Psycho’s shower scene began playing in the back of my mind. “Please be gentle,” I whisper-begged.
“No romance.” He was behind me, unzipping my dress slowly, sliding his hands inside, running them along my sides until it pooled softly at my ankles. One hand went over my throat, and the other gripped my hair forcefully. A gasp escaped my mouth at the sense of brutality. He pulled my head back, his tongue grazing my neck, his breath hot in my ear. “None. I’m going to fuck you properly. I’m going to give it to you good while you whimper and cry.”
I was no better off with this kernel of information than I’d been without it. He pulled my dress down so roughly that the wiring inside my push-up corset popped out its seam and scratched my chest. My nipples hardened and my skin flushed.
I endured the harm and watched his eyes go smoky with lust. “Look at this, my little liar,” he chuckled scornfully. His eyes flickered back and forth between my face and my chest. “I’ve barely done anything and you’re already ready for me to fuck you.”
His smugness sent a wave of anger up my spine, so fast that it made my vision hazy. My hand twitched to slap his face. He’d shoved me into a corner and yet again it all made my body hum with desire. Watching him revel in my easy capitulation irked me. My wrists still enjoyed their liberty, so I went down for the count and successfully slapped his cheek.
It was my turn to smile smugly as I watched his nostrils flare. “You motherfucking bitch.” His smugness vanished and his hand closed over my throat, knocking my head against the wall. I could feel my pulse pound against his fingers. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, my tight slut, that you’ll beg me to stop and pray I won’t in tandem. You love it when I fuck your needy little pussy until you can’t see straight, don’t you?”
My body was ever the traitor. I should have been offended, but the sensation of powerlessness made my sex ache.
“I don’t want another uprising coming from you,” he growled, his mouth at my ear, “or else you won’t be walking for days.” He released my throat and greedily filled his hands with my breasts, tugging at my taut nipples.
“Alex.” I threw my head backward and arched my back, thrusting my breasts into his grasp, desperately begging for his mouth.
“Oh no, sweetheart. I’m just starting. These are mine,” he went on hoarsely before sucking one nipple between his teeth, biting it, too.
“More,” escaped me before I could clamp my mouth shut. His tongue flicked nimbly across my nipple, and I felt my sex clench in response. I wanted desperately to reach between our bodies and touch myself. I knew he’d chastise me by leaving me wet and desperate, and take pleasure in hurting me.
He kissed his way to my other nipple and teased it until I began squirming and whimpering. His Lorenzini dress shirt rustled while my body undulated against his. To end it, he gripped my hips firmly and held me still as he continued to suck and nibble.
“Please,” I gave a rasping cry.
He released my nipple at last. I looked beseechingly at him.
“On your fours,” he ordered, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my lips. “Step out of the dress and drop to your knees on the rug.”
Enthralled, my stomach fluttered. I watched him unfasten his trousers and free his erection from his boxer briefs.
He grabbed me just as I stumbled while stepping out of the dress and pushed me to the floor, dragging me to the rug. “Kneel!”
I knelt obediently and looked up at him.
He swiped a drop of pre-come from the tip of his cock and smeared it on my lips. “Tastes good?”
Licking my lips, I nodded.
“Take me in your mouth first.”
I moaned the instant my lips encircled his shaft. I swirled my tongue around the purple head until I heard his breath hitching, and then I took him in more deeply.
”Fuck,” he grunted as my lips slid up and down with tantalizing slowness. His voice was thick with lust as he withdrew and slid in again. “Your mouth was crafted for me. Made to serve my cock.”
I hummed and moaned while working my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Truth is, I started to like giving oral sex. His reactions were gratifying and arousing at the same time.
“Good girl.” The echo of the febrile endearment sent a fresh jolt of arousal between my thighs. I began to suck more determinedly. He groaned thickly and tangled his fingers in my hair as he began to fuck my mouth in earnest.
He stilled brusquely, pushing me away. I licked my lips and watched in bewilderment when he pulled a chesterfield wingback chair to the edge of the rug. He sat down with accustomed grace and looked dispassionately down at me. “Over my knee.” His mouth was set in a firm line and he patted his lap emphatically. “Poor thing, you’ll learn not to run away. And take your panties off.”
Unsteadily, I got up and slid my panties over my hips. Alexander’s eyes remained fixed on my face. The instant I closed the distance between us, he wrenched me over his lap so hard that I yelped in surprise. I clutched the chair legs and focused on the Persian rug. With his erection prodding at my belly, it was a wasted effort. He gripped my shoulder with one hand. The first smack stunned my body. I gave a loud cry, then felt a hot sting across my behind. “Never act like a petulant child, is that understood?” He landed another smack. “Never try to leave without permission.”
Inevitable tears threatened to spill. Voicelessly, I sobbed into my arm.
“Speak up!”
“Yes, sir,” I squeaked.
“Articulate!” He punctuated the order with another swat.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“Never defy me, is that understood?” I had little time to ponder the situation. A new blow rained down just as hard as the one before, and I cried out again. Other blows followed in quick succession, delivered quickly and efficiently, his palm never hitting the same place twice. A few tears escaped. I mentally numbered the strikes. Five more. Six blows, and I’d progressed to full on sobbing. After a soul-cleansing crying jag, my mind quieted. I kept squirming feverishly in his lap. I knew I was going to feel a lot tender later.
Belligerent, eager fingers threaded through my hair and tugged. “Shall we see if my belt can do better than my hand?”
“No…,” the rest of my answer devolved into half-words scattered with erotic noises. I pushed at his knee, bracing myself for another round of spanking, but instead I felt his fingers slide into the wet heat of my sex. He began finger-fucking me vigorously.
“Are you refusing me?” His fingers continued their assault, his other hand squeezing my quivering shoulder. “If you are, you better use the right word. Should I fuck you on the floor so your sore ass rubs against it? Or should I put you on your hands and knees, fucking you profoundly so your knees buckle? Tell me what you want.”
Struggling to formulate a coherent phrase, I shook my head. “Please.”
“Sounds like you’re asking, not telling.”
“Sorry, Alex.”
“Not as sorry as you’ll be if
you fail to follow orders.” I began to convulse around his fingers, clenching in delicious anticipation. Grinding myself against his hand, I nearly burst into tears when he pulled his fingers out. Laughably, I continued moving against him, my body desperate for release. I was writhing so hard that the movement played havoc with my locks. Smiling, Alexander swiped the stray strands from my eyes. “Tell me, Elena. Would you like my cock?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m good.” There’s no way he was going to get me to beg.
“Okay then.” I tensed when he slipped his arm under my stomach, partially lifting me. His thumb pressed firmly against the hardened nub between my legs, and his mouth started suckling my nipple.
I yelped as he pushed two fingers inside me, an overwhelming sensation spreading. “Finish it, Alex,” I mewled like a lost cub.
He looked up from working my breast, his words brushing against the wet, erect tip. “Finish it? Did you just lie about not wanting my cock? You wouldn’t do that because you know how I feel about lying, don’t you?” He ran his hand against my sore behind.
“Yes, I do.”
“Baby, I’m going to ask you one more time. Keep in mind that this offer is very time-sensitive. Do you want my cock inside you or not?” Unhurriedly, he lowered his zipper and reached into his trousers to take out the object of my desire. I felt my muscles clench at the familiar sight and aroma of aroused cock. “I’m eager to know your verdict, Ms. Anderson.” He stroked himself against my thigh.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes what?” he whispered back.
I knew what he wanted to hear, but I couldn’t possibly descend to such a low. Rather, an obscenity-laced outburst very much alike Gordon Ramsey perched itself on the tip of my tongue.
“Last chance, Elena.”
“Fuck me, Alex,” I murmured, hoping the answer would satisfy him.
“I guess that’s good enough for now,” he declared coolly. “Stand up. Come on. Up, up, get the fuck up.” He brought his legs together and held me by the hips, my knees clearing the hardness of his muscled thighs. “Stand straight, Elena.” He enunciated this as if he were reprimanding a child. “And come sit on my cock.” I whispered a thank you out of sheer relief then attempted to straddle him, but the spanking had left my legs wobbly. He caught my wrists in his hands and guided me until I was sitting astride him. “Go on.” I arched my back, felt his hands squeeze my hips impatiently. “Take me inside you.”
I held on to his shoulders for balance as I shakily rose then lowered myself until I was so full of him that I wept in both pain and gratitude. Using his grip on my hip, he pushed me lower, forcing his cock all the way inside me. I gasped at the exquisite stretching sensation, my body adjusting to being penetrated and filled by his thick length in a seated body position. My back and legs were fatigued, but that was hardly going to stop me from using him until I reached a sense of being high that only an animalistic climax could obliterate.
“Very good.” His lips curved in a smile. He didn’t move his stare from my face. The excruciating painfulness I was experiencing somehow faded. “So fucking tight. This body is mine,” he hissed with his jaw clenched. He wrapped his hand around my throat, now more urgently than ever. “Understood?”
“Yours.”
“Make it last, Ariel,” he continued gruffly. “Hold on.”
Before I could realize what hold on meant, his finger pressed against my anus. His other hand cupped my behind securely. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and my legs around his waist.
I guessed he was interested in anal sex.
He managed to enter his fingertip, and began moving it in and out immediately. “That’s it. That’s my girl.” On the last word, he thrust his cock all the way inside me, claiming me all at once. My sex stretched and eased around him as if I were made for him. I gave myself over to the wonderful sensations. “What a beautiful cock-tease. A little slut who likes to spread her legs to be full of cock. I can also attest that you have a spankable, tight ass.”
I must fight, I reasoned with myself. I couldn’t let him belittle me like this. Couldn’t allow him to wear me down until I was nothing but his plaything.
“Take it, Elena.” He must have sensed my ambivalence, because he pulled out fast and plunged back in with a groan. “Just give in to it. Just give in to me. Free your mind.”
Somewhere in my sex-addled mind, I heard myself agreeing. To rail against it, I softened my muscles.
“Give in.” He went in again, the root of his cock pressuring my aching clit, and I lost all sense. “Are you going to come?”
Oh yes. I bit back my whimper.
He stilled when I didn’t answer, looking up at me. “You know what to do.” He moved in tiny circles. Enough to keep me on the edge, but not enough to allow me to go over it and succumb to the careless freefall I was so shamelessly striving for. Hands curling on his shoulders, I tried to push him. “I can hold out a long time. Let me show you how long.” He gave a deep thrust and stilled again.
Later, I thought, I’ll beat him bloody. I unraveled, tears of frustration dripping down my cheek. “Please, Alex?” I intoned desperately.
He kissed the dampness away and smiled. “Sure, Elena, I’ll make you come.” He seemed to spring back to life, tearing into me with renewed vigor. Feeling his hands grip my tender bottom, I squealed. I clung to him like ivy to a wall.
“Faster,” I whimpered, flying right over that precipice and plunging straight into the bright, untroubled world on the other side.
He kissed me forcefully. I felt the pleasure between my thighs sharpen to a spring-loaded bundle of nerves that Alexander’s body could set off in a matter of seconds. His pulse was erratic, like something beneath the skin of his jawline was trying to claw its way out. Christ, his body and its moves were miraculously disciplined. I devoured his lips and cried out into his mouth as an orgasm radiated through me. The feel of his tongue against mine only prolonged the pleasure.
We came together, or as near as makes no difference to the circumstances. His grip on me tightened as he groaned out his pleasure, and for a short moment I did fear being squeezed numb. At first, soft kisses soothed my screams of agony and pleasure, and then he buried his face in my neck and grunted while the aftershocks of his orgasm washed over him. Someplace, as if from some far away realm, I heard him growl mine into the nape of my neck. Between ragged breaths he unwrapped my legs and gently brought my pump-clad feet back down to the floor. Rising to my feet, I immediately felt some of his warm semen dribble down the inside of my thighs. We both watched a silvery string land on the carpet.
“Jesus,” he panted, “I want to fuck you again.”
“Bed,” I murmured wearily, the soreness in my behind getting the better of me.
Wrung out from our mutual exertions, we lay in a tangled heap of flesh, so close that we breathed as one, panted as one, our hearts beating in unison. Of course his broad measures dominated the frame of the bed. His right hand was bent at the elbow and rested nonchalantly under his head, his free hand draped across his chest. Even as he catnapped, he still looked pretty dangerous; each inch of him evoked power.
Romanceless, indeed.
Maybe an hour later, I was cradled in his arms, my eyes on the red leather bedding. Everything was sore. His body was hot against mine, his fingers idly stroking my hair. Shifting, I tilted my head back to look at him, and his movement abruptly stilled.
“Elena, are you all right?” The words came out in a rushed sigh, and before I had the time to answer, he’d already pulled me in against his broad chest. “Little sprite.” I squeaked in surprise, his arms practically forcing the air out of my lungs. He was whispering in a pitch that was almost too low for my own ears to hear, over and over again, “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me…,”
I kissed his trembling jugular, sucking the pencil-thick carotid as if it were candy. “Tell me about Katherine.”
He stopped, his fingers bunching tightly in my hair.
He screwed his eyes closed, thereby subduing his authority. “I’d always wanted a little sister. My parents were estranged early on in their marriage, so there was no chance. When Katherine was born, it felt like she was a fragment away from being my sister. Whenever shit hit the fan, she came to me. I spoiled her rotten.”
“She’s like…in love with you?”
“Just a little obsessed.”
“A serious family trait,” I observed. “What did her parents say?”
His eyes snapped open, an odd look of vulnerability residing in them. “They shipped her off to a boarding school in London.”
“Aha!” I scuffed my heel into his knee. “How convenient.”
“How so?”
“Cousin marriage is allowed there. That’s where I would go.”
“God, you’re evil. Eviler than me.”
I shook my head and with a smile clucked my tongue. “Do you miss your parents, Alex?” I asked this with practiced impassivity.
“Every day. Can’t purge the memory of mom passing away. Why else would I have this room?”
I tried not to gulp visibly.
“And you, Elena?”
“Every day.”
He stroked my jaw and kissed me, his mouth hot and hungry, his tongue moving in a rhythm that made every nerve sing. He ended the kiss as fast as it’d begun. “Misery loves company. What do you think of the playroom? Of un-vanilla sex?”
“It’s the sort of joie de vivre that’s addictive. It’s intense. I like it, but I think I shouldn’t like it this much. You’re excessively skilled.”
“I think a severe lack of skill could spoil a sexual encounter, but also, the converse isn’t true, at least not in my experience. Implementing a bunch of neat sexual tricks never automatically translates into fabulous fucking. Only passion produces great sex.”
“Passion makes spanking hot?”
“It does.” He gave me a blindingly white smile. “Welcome to my world, Ariel.” I smiled when I heard the term of endearment. “You’re going to be the death of me.” His hot breath feathered across my neck. “Never leave, my slut.” I remember reddening deeply as I pressed my nose in the curve of his jawline. He chuckled, whispered all the nasty things he wanted to do to me in my ear. His gaze was all encompassing and removed everything and everyone from the world, leaving just us.
