“Actually, I think we will play a little.”
“What?”
Taking her wrists again, I bring her arms down behind her back, and pull her against me. She doesn’t resist, though she sees quickly enough what I’m up to. In short order, her shirt’s wrapped tightly around her wrists. Not as secure as ropes. If she wiggles enough, I’m sure she can break free, but it’s good enough in a pinch. She tests it, but her hands go nowhere.
“Let me look at you.” I crouch in front of her.
She still has her skirt on, though I already know there’s nothing underneath. I’m about to unwrap her like it’s Christmas and my birthday all at once. Reaching around to cup her ass with both hands, I pull her closer so I can kiss her belly button. Then I slowly stand, trailing a line of kisses up her stomach, between her breasts and along her collarbone. With every soft touch of my lips, a little shiver runs through her.
I slide my hands up her back, smiling when she squirms from the tickle, until I get to the catch of her bra. We both draw a breath as I unhook the band and let it slacken. The downside of her wrists being tied is that I can’t pull it all the way up, but I’ll work with it. “You’re fucking beautiful,” I whisper reverently as I pull the flimsy fabric aside and lock my lips around a pink nipple. I flick it with my tongue and she gasps.
She presses against me, struggling against her bonds while my hands roam up and down her sides. Their journey continues down her legs until I stop against her leather boots. They look so fucking sexy on her, I’m not taking those off. If I weren’t rock hard already, the image of her in nothing except her boots would do it.
On the way back up, I go under her skirt, loving the sensation of her silky thigh-highs under my fingertips. Then I reach bare flesh and know I’m close. Following her soft thighs around, I cup her bare ass and squeeze possessively. She moans, but doesn’t say anything, just watches me work.
I look her right in the eyes as I grip the hem of her skirt with both hands and start to lift slowly. She captures her lower lip in her teeth and watches me intently, her deep blues following my every move with a lot of heat and just a hint of trepidation. I kiss my way back down until I’m crouched in front of her, and then lift the skirt the rest of the way, baring her to me.
Fucking beautiful. Her sex is swollen with excitement, glistening wet and neatly trimmed, though the only thing that really matters is that it’s hers, and she’s excited to be with me. Leaning forward, I place a soft kiss right where her excited clit pokes out of its hood. She gasps and draws back for a second before she straightens, back in position.
I kiss her again, and this time she stays put, even if she takes a sharp breath.
“Good girl,” I hiss. Getting impatient, I unhook her skirt and toss it aside, leaving her for all practical purposes fully exposed. I stand and take a step back to soak in the view. Miranda’s gorgeous, fucking gorgeous. Standing there with her back straight, her legs just a little bit spread with her hands tied behind her back. Leather boots, sexy garters, then nothing until her lacy bra which is hanging mostly off her sexy breasts. It’s a look that’s practically begging for sex, and I’m going to give her exactly what she deserves.
17
Miranda
Keegan steps back and eyes me so hungrily that he looks ready to eat me. Jade fire burns in his eyes as he looks me up and down. Trapped and naked, there’s nothing I can do to stop him from helping himself to my body, and that has me dripping wet with anticipation.
I’m a defenseless Little Red Riding Hood and Keegan’s the big bad wolf.
He wrenches off his jacket and throws it to the floor. Then he undoes his cufflinks and unbuttons the front of his crisp white shirt. I wet my lips as his powerful torso comes into view. He shucks the shirt off behind him, letting it pool to the floor. He’s built like an athlete, tight muscles wrapped around his broad frame. Dark shadows outline his six-pack which tightens as he bends to finish undoing his pants.
“You’re handsome, Sir,” I breathe out to him.
He looks up and grins, his eyes glinting. “Then we’re a good match, even if I’ll never live up to how incredibly beautiful you are.”
And here I didn’t think my face could feel any warmer.
He pulls his pants down, revealing black boxer briefs and a bulge that makes me want to run over and yank them down, but my hands are tied.
Kicking off his shoes, he makes short work of his socks and pants. Then he hooks his thumbs into the elastic of his underwear. Giving me a confident smirk, he pulls, but also bends over so I can’t see what he’s exposing. Not until he straightens and steps out of the briefs puddled at his feet.
Wow.
Standing straight and pointing right at me, his thick cock twitches as he flexes. He crooks his finger, summoning me. “Come show me how badly you want it.”
I feel like I’m licking my lips an awful lot today, but I can’t help it. Taking the few steps between us, I stop right in front of him and carefully get down on my knees. He supports me with his hands so I won’t fall, and then I’m there, facing him, up close and personal.
I’m no virgin, but I’ll be honest, I’m not super experienced with blowjobs either. I want to help with my hands, but I can’t, so I do my best, sliding my tongue slowly along his smooth length, inwardly smiling when he hisses in reaction. Up along the front, then I swirl around the head. The salty flavor of his precum mingles with clean skin while I tease right along the rim of his crown. I rise up on my knees and take the whole head, slowly and wetly fucking him with my mouth.
“Oh, that’s good,” he groans in a raspy voice.
I have a moment of pride at being able to make him feel that way. Somehow I’m in control, even if he’s standing over me and I’m the one with my hands tied behind my back.
He’s so thick. And this is supposed to go inside me? It’s going to be a tight fit, but I want to feel him pulsing deep in my core, the same way I feel his heartbeat against my tongue.
He slides his hands into my hair, fisting it between his fingers. With his strong grip, he helps me, guiding me where he wants me, slowly fucking my mouth. He flexes his hips and pushes deeper, not so far that I can’t handle it, but more than I might’ve on my own. Then out again, then in, over and over. His breath is short, staccato, like he’s working out, but his hips thrust and pull back in a slow and measured fashion. His eyes are on me the whole time.
I feel owned. Here for his pleasure. It goes against everything I’ve ever been taught, but on some level, buried deep in my primitive lizard-brain, I know I need this. It’s something that I’ve always craved, but never quite understood how to get and how to feel about. Now Keegan is showing me exactly what he wants, and it’s turning out to be exactly what I want.
Suddenly he pulls me off. “Jesus, too much more of that, and this’ll all be over. I’m not ready for that.” He grins. “You’re amazing, Miranda. Just fucking amazing. Here.” Putting his hands under my armpits, he raises me up to my feet as if I weigh nothing.
“Thank you, Sir,” I mumble. I’ve never been good at taking compliments, and the way he showers them on me is overwhelming.
He laughs. “No, thank you. I think it’s time I return the favor. Come here.” With his hands on my upper arms, he guides me to the bed and bends me over it. It’s so tall that I’m hardly bending my knees at all. Without my hands to catch me, I lie there flat, my cheek against the sheets.
“Nice,” he compliments, “But I need your knees up on the edge.” Putting one hand under my right knee, he lifts it up to give me the idea. Then the other leg, so that now I’m face down on his bed with my ass in the air, and he has a completely unobstructed view of my everything.
I feel really exposed, and without my hands to support me, I can’t even really move around to see what he’s doing without getting out of position.
The first sign of what he’s planning is his hands on the backs of my thighs, gripping them firmly, just below where they meet my ass, his th
umbs nearly touching my pussy. The second is his breath blowing over me, right between my legs, where I need him the most. He starts with a tease, kissing my thighs and my ass, all the time tantalizingly close to where I want him, but never quite getting there.
After what seems like an eternity of torment, I can’t stand it any longer. “Please, Sir.”
He stops his kisses long enough for me to imagine the cocky smirk on his lips. “Please what? Tell me what you want.”
Oh God, I can’t actually say it out loud. “Please, Sir. I’m begging.”
“Mmm, yes you are, and that’s got my cock hard as a fucking rock, but I want you to ask me nicely exactly what you want me to do.”
That bastard. He resumes his kissing all around, so close that sometimes his nose brushes against my folds, but then he pulls back just as fast. I’m on fire, and he’s refusing to put it out. In the end, I submit.
“Please, lick me. Sir.”
“Lick you where?”
I swallow. “Please lick my pussy, Sir.”
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” he replies hungrily, and then his broad tongue laves a wide swath between my legs, the tip flicking over my clit as it slides past. God, he’s good at that.
And again. With his thumbs, he pulls me open, exposing my innermost parts to his soothing tongue. He doesn’t put out the fire, but his touch is a relief, a progression which leads to an end, instead of being trapped by his teasing.
With his strength, he pushes me forward, tilting my hips for better access, then fluttering his tongue across my clit in a maddening pattern. It’s like he already knows where my buttons are and exactly how to push them. As his tongue tracks across my sensitive skin, I wiggle my hips to follow until his grip tightens to hold me in place.
“Easy, baby. Only when I’m ready.”
He’s almost got me begging again in no time. Every cell in my body aches for release, and while he pushes me closer and closer, every time I think it’s going to happen, he backs off and starts over again.
“You’re a tease!” I call out, and get rewarded with a thorough swat on my ass.
Keegan laughs at my surprised yelp. “Proper address. And no abusing your master.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimper, with no idea what to do. If I move I get punished, but much more of this teasing and I’m going to go out of my mind.
Finally, he slips his tongue back where I want it while his hands roam all over my ass and thighs. Risking another swat, I press back against him, but he just continues on at his own pace. My thighs shake from tension and I squeeze my eyes tightly together. A ripple begins somewhere near my pussy, tightening all of my muscles until I’m a bow string ready to be released.
Just a little more.
He knows. And to my relief, he seems ready to give me the payoff, because his tongue starts to work overtime on my clit, sliding quickly back and forth over my tingling nub. My moans barely make it through my constricted diaphragm, my tension so high I’m sweating.
There’s a soft pressure against my asshole. His thumb, I realize with surprise. Nothing deep, but massaging it, the tip sometimes slipping just inside. No one’s ever done that to me, but after a moment’s surprise, it’s the final bit of stimulation that sets me off.
An intense heat washes over me and I groan loudly into the sheets. My trapped hands make fists, then open, only to fist again, wanting to clutch at something, anything, while my orgasm makes my body tremble. My stomach is so tight it aches, and yet I’m pressing against him with a need to ride these sensations for as long as they’ll last.
I might have passed out for a second, but I’m still up on my knees, so maybe it just feels that way. But now it’s too much. “Please, too sensitive. Sir.”
He laughs, and even that gentle puff of air tickles my clit in a way that’s deliciously unbearable. With a last wet kiss on my folds that sends tendrils of shivers through all of me, he finally backs off and lets me flop over onto my side, half on, half off the bed. “I’ve wanted to do that since I met you,” he rumbles as he drops onto the bed next to me. It’s impossible not to notice that he’s still hard as a rock and pointing in my direction.
He’ll have to wait a little longer, since right now I feel so liquid that I’m a puddle on his sheets, unable to go anywhere except mold myself to the softness of his bed. “Thank you, Sir,” I whisper.
Reaching over, he runs his fingers lightly up and down my side. His cock twitches, blood red and the tip slick with precum. By all signs, he’s showing amazing restraint by not just rolling me over and plunging inside.
My breathing slows and the aftershocks of my orgasm fade until he’s not the only one ready for more. I spread my legs for him. “You look like there’s more you’d like to do.” I meet his smoldering gaze as he looks up at me. “Sir,” I tack on.
No more invitation is necessary. He rolls me roughly over onto my stomach, and surprisingly, releases my arms. “I want you on your back, so you can look at me while I fuck you senseless,” he growls.
Oh God.
Flipping me over again so quickly I shriek, he pulls my ass right to the edge of the bed and looms over me. His cock hovers, practically vibrating with readiness, right above my pussy.
Taking my ankles, Keegan brings them up to his broad shoulders, then he takes my wrists and crosses them over my head in one large hand, so I’m trapped beneath him. He leans in until the broad head of his cock brushes against my folds. “Okay?” is all he asks, looking right into my eyes.
My gaze never leaves his as I nod. “Okay.”
He holds himself above me, the corded muscles in his arms tense. With his free hand, he takes himself and slides the tip up and down through my slick folds, never quite making it in. I groan in frustration, but he’s got me completely pinned. He grins. “You didn’t say Sir.”
God, what a control freak. I’d be mad if I didn’t love it so much. “Okay, Sir.” I put extra emphasis in the word. “Please, Sir.”
“Fuck, that’s exactly what I needed to hear.” He sinks into me, slowly, deliberately, filling me completely. I close my eyes and try to keep my breathing steady. He’s not having any of it. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
My eyes pop open at his command, staring right into his intense gaze. My legs are spread wide open by his broad shoulders, and his hand is like a hot brand around my wrists. He’s so much larger than I am that I’m helpless, completely in his power, and it doesn’t matter that there’re no ropes or chains binding me. Even if he weren’t holding me down, I couldn’t walk away.
I’m exactly where I want to be, right here, right now.
Keegan’s angular hips press against the backs of my thighs. He’s all the way in, huge and hard. Big enough that I’m a little proud for taking all of him. In this position, he’s so deep it’d require gentleness even if he weren’t so endowed, but despite the spanking and flogging and ordering around, his actual penetration has been exactly that. Gentle. Even now, he’s just there, all the way in and letting me get used to him being there.
But I want to be fucked.
“I’m okay, Sir. Do what you want to do.”
He smiles. “But I am doing what I want to do.” Then he leans even further down, making me glad I’m pretty flexible. Far enough that he can touch his lips to mine in a soft kiss. “I want you under me like this all the time. Every fucking day.”
“I think we’d both get fired.”
He laughs, and it transfers straight from his body into mine via his cock. Even that gets a sharp breath out of me. What is actually fucking going to be like? “You’re probably right,” he admits. “But then we’ll just have to make each of these moments all the sweeter.”
He pulls back, leaving a void that’s just aching for his return. Right up until just the tip of him is inside, then he presses forward, harder and faster than the first time, pushing the breath right out of me.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasp between strokes.
His muscles work tirelessly as
he moves faster and harder. Watching him is captivating, the way his shoulders flex, how his eyes follow my every movement, and how he leans in to kiss my lips while he works himself in and out of me. I’m trapped for him to use, and he uses me so well. It’s not long before the heat builds in my core and my body tingles. I have to agree, I could live with this being my life.
“You feel so good.” Keegan groans into my ear, putting his weight on me and really starting to thrust. The bedroom is filled with the sounds of flesh against flesh as he fucks me. He captures a lobe between his teeth, the sharp pressure a faint sting in my lust-induced haze.
I love the way he dominates me and want to wrap my arms around him, to cling to him and let my nails dig into his back as he drives me crazy with his long powerful strokes. But it doesn’t really matter what I want, because right now, I’m his to do with as he pleases. It’s a good thing that what pleases him is to please me.
I wriggle and grind beneath him, not trying to escape, but unable to lie still while all these wonderful sensations course through me. My body tightens up, that familiar rush filling me again as I flow towards the precipice, ready to let the rush of another orgasm fling me over the edge.
Keegan’s not far behind. He moans from deep in his throat, growing louder in time with his thrusts. He’s still looking in my direction, but his eyes have taken on a faraway look as he loses himself. We race, grinding against each other as we fuck, both of us charging towards that ultimate goal together.
I win, barely. Only seconds after my own climax knocks me over like a tidal wave, he rears like a stallion, his muscular abs straining as he pours himself into me in pulse after pulse. I quiver beneath him, every muscle in my body clenching around him, milking him dry and unwilling to ever let go.
For several long moments, my world is nothing but colors and lights as I writhe in orgasm. His thickness throbs inside me, and his heavy breathing is a soft rush over my skin. It feels like I’m submerged in thick, warm, comforting fluid, completely safe and sated.
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