A dress that soon rested on the floor beside the bed, and atop his own pile of discarded clothes.
“There’s nothing safe about this Colton,” Arabella whispered, pulling him closer to her until their arms and legs entangled and their hips and thighs locked between them. “Take me now.”
Eager to heed his lover’s command, Colton swept her up in his arms and seized her lips once again, growling as her breasts crushed against his chest and her fleshy hips collided against his.
“So eager to learn,” he whispered, raising an adoring hand to rub her breasts as his shaft flew erect between them. “And I plan to make this particular lesson both intense and unforgettable.”
Arabella thrilled at Colton’s touch, her nipples hardening beneath his fingers as his cock teased her tender cleft; yet still he cradled her deep in his arms, whispering sweet words even as his tone roughened with the heat of desire.
“I want to taste that fiery spirit I witnessed in my classroom.” He ran a brazen lick down the plane of her ivory-skinned neck, his hips rocking hard against hers in a dance of blatant seduction. “I want to set that spirit free, tonight in my arms.”
With this passionate declaration, he buried his head in the cradle of her buxom breasts, running his hands down the plane of her back as he licked and nipped her nipples.
“Take me now!” Arabella cried, throwing her head back in a fit of desire as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Raising his golden head to ensnare her with an intense, passionate kiss, Colton lowered his hand to pry apart her delicate feminine folds, his fingers rubbing the surface of her throbbing clit in slow, deliberate motions.
“This may hurt for just a moment love,” he whispered, his cock poised at her tender entrance as his fingers worked magic on her nub. “I shall ensure, though, that the pleasure more than outlasts the pain.”
Unable to speak as shards of raw ecstasy ran wild from the core of her nub, reaching and caressing every part of her soft, trembling body, Arabella only nodded as he continued to stroke her, introducing her to pleasurable sensations she’d only read about in books.
In a single magical moment his cock surged within her, probing and filling her as the touch of his hand sent her over the edge, seizing her body in the succulent depths of its first full-bodied orgasm.
Her body consumed by a feeling of warmth that consumed and rejuvenated her, Arabella threw herself into the arms of the man who gave her that feeling, spreading her legs wide to give him greater access to the core of her femininity.
Even as he continued to massage her back and shoulders and kiss her cherry red lips, Colton’s cock probed and penetrated her body, moving soft and slow to allow for her innocence, while still maintaining the heated rhythm both needed to reach their ultimate peak.
The couple clung to one another as their hips melded and their thighs interlocked, and soon the tangling of their long, wet tongues mirrored this divine penetration. Finally and with a heated thrust, they came together, their hands joining between them as his long hard shaft exploded in her soaking wet pussy.
Letting loose with a mutual cry that bound them body and soul, the couple’s eyes flew wide as they honored this bond with a long, resounding kiss.
“Aye, I’d say you earned high marks for that lesson.” Colton ran his hands through the soft strands of her long auburn hair, all the while holding her closer than close. “That is if you choose to stay in my class.”
“I’m staying,” Arabella sighed, marking her words with a second binding kiss as she fell into his arms. “So how about another lesson, dear teacher? Right here and tonight.”
Cabin Bound (Part III)
by Stephanie Silvers
Themes: light BDSM
Note: You can read “Cabin Bound” Part I & Part II in Filthy Smut (Vol. 2)
Morrene waited. She counted the knots in the boards on the wall, the particles of dust trailing through the sunlight of the grubby window pane, the different birds calling outside...Nothing. Her body was sore from laying prone so long and besides the soggy feeling between her legs, she needed to pee. Bad. She played back their encounter, trying to figure out what had upset him, and then it hit her. She had come! He had teased and toyed with her, letting her get just to the edge so many times and without asking, she had simply let go. She tried to move, and her muscles screamed in protest, so much so she hissed out a breath between her teeth. Catching her breath again, she lay her head back in frustration and closed her eyes.
“I'm sorry Álainn.”
The voice startled her; she hadn't heard the door open. She looked over as he stepped into the doorway. His eyes never left hers, but the anger she had seen was gone, replaced with a sadness she hadn't seen before.
“I'm so sorry,” he whispered. Slowly he pulled out a knife from his pocket and flicked it open, carefully he took a step towards her.
“Please don't hurt me.” Morrene had eyes only for the knife at that point. “Whatever I did, I'm sorry, I'll make it up, please.”
He ran his hand along her leg and up her thigh. So gently that if her body wasn't vibrating with adrenaline right now, she might have missed it.
“I'm sorry.”
“Please,” she chocked. Tears sprung to the edge of her eyes. “Please.” She swallowed hard, wondering if screaming would help. Maybe someone would hear, maybe they wouldn't be too late.
“Why was I angry Álainn?”
“Because I came. I'm sorry, I won't do it again unless you let me. I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me.”
“No.”
The word held a deep finality to it. He sat down on the bed with the knife in his hands, not meeting her eyes.
“You loved him didn't you?”
“Huh?” Morrene struggled to remember what she had said before he stormed out.
“You loved Michael?” Realization dawned.
“Yes,” she whispered.
His hand began to stroke across her stomach and along her hip, still he would not meet her eye. Looking away from him, she could feel the tears welling up still. She had always loved him, and soon, she would be with him again. Her throat closed as she struggled to stifle a sob. His hand guided her face back to face him. Leaning in, his eyes met hers, the blue there intense as a summer sky.
“I'm so sorry Álainn.”
He leaned in and kissed her, so gently. His lips barely pressed to hers as his hand moved to cradle her head. As he kissed her, she forgot about the knife and returned his kiss, imagining it were Michael instead of this stranger. His lips were soft and inviting, massaging hers with a gentle touch he had not used before. Still he cradled her head in his hand, supporting her firmly so she could not pull away. Her face was wet and for a moment, she thought her tears had finally come and then realized they were his. This brutal man was kissing her, and crying? Puzzled, Morrene tried to pull away.
“No Álainn I won't let you go this time. Not ever.”
He moved himself so that he lay beside her, continuing to kiss her gently, as a lover.
“Oh Morrene. Will you ever forgive me?” It didn't sound like a question that he expected an answer to, and he captured her mouth before she could form one. Her mind struggled to hold on to the fact that he had a knife somewhere in bed; the fog of his kisses was so terribly distracting. She wanted to bring her arms around him, and moving to do so, she cried out from the agony of her muscles. She was still tied firmly to the bed.
“If I let you go, you won't leave?” His face a mere inches from hers, his eyes still full with tears. What was wrong with this man?
“I won't leave.” Like hell! Morrene was quickly trying to think how she could get away. She could knock him out once her hands were loose, but he had that knife, and she didn't fancy her chances running barefoot. Once again his kisses overwhelmed her, and she almost moaned out loud when his hand cupped her breast.
“Swear it.” He pulled back again, their eyes locking as his arm drew her closer, their breathing in perfect time.<
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“I swear,” she whispered, hoping it was a convincing lie.
He reached above her and slit the rope easily with the knife still in his spare hand.
“Gently. You won't have much feeling at first.”
Transferring the knife to his other hand, he began to rub the undersides of her arms. She squeaked and sucked in a breath as pain overtook her when she tried to lower one down.
“Why didn't you have anyone else after he left?” The question was rude, blunt, but softly spoken, and she looked at him for several seconds to give a reply she hoped would not make him angry.
“Because I could never find someone to take his place, and I didn't want to.” The truth shall set you free...she hoped.
“What if he wasn't gone?”
“Don't be so cruel.” Her breath caught, and she closed her eyes tight, the pain from the ropes was nothing to the thought that Michael would have chosen not to come back to her.
“Morry, look at me. Please, Morry.”
No one called her Morry, no one except...
“Michael?” Her eyes flew open and met his.
“I'm so sorry Álainn. I never knew.”
Morrene was too shocked for words. She stared into this stranger’s face, searching for signs of the man she loved. His strong jaw, rugged appearance, and tan complexion was nothing to the soft gentleness of her love.
“You lie.” Forgetting her feet were still bound she placed both hands onto his chest and shoved hard, forcing him away from her. Quickly, she rolled over him and tumbled off the bed struggling with her tied feet. His strong hands circled her waist, pulling her back onto the bed. She thrashed and cried out in protest. What kind of monster pretended to be a dead man? Tossing her onto the bed, he pinned her down. Morrene tried to raise her fists; she wanted to strike this man, hurt him. All her pain at losing Michael was rising up, and it gave her strength. It took all his might to finally push her into the mattress. He lay atop her, his body pressing hers down with his own weight, holding her hands down.
“I was in a hospital for a year. I didn't know who I was. I didn't remember you, I didn't remember the peak, and I didn't remember the storm. A year Álainn. When I finally started remembering, I thought you must have forgotten me. You would have looked for me. Why didn't you look for me Morry?” His voice cracked with emotion and his lip trembled a little. It was quite convincing.
“You are not Michael!” She tried to struggle again, but he held firm.
“We used to watch old movies by the fire in your apartment when it got cold.” His breathing quickened as he fought with her. “You'd have that same jar of peanut butter, and I'd have the jam. I used to say, together we made the perfect....”
“Peanut butter jelly sandwich.” Morrene whispered the words in time to his confession. Confused, she stopped her struggle and locked eyes with him again.
“Oh Michael.”
“Morrene.”
Her arms wrapped around him, her pain forgotten as he crushed her to him, and their lips met again. She kissed him as if she was dying. Their bodies tight to each other, he held her tighter than she had ever felt before. Her skin burned with her passion everywhere he touched her. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair, tangling both hands within the ruby curls. Their kisses were frantic as they had found each other again. Morrene could feel her lips swelling with the force of his kisses and didn't care, they were together again.
“I've missed you Morry.” Briefly he held her and touched his forehead to hers. Gently, she kissed him, her tongue entwining with his, she ran her tongue along the inside of his teeth and caressed his tongue with hers, trying to feel every inch of his inside her own mouth. Their passion consumed them once more, and her kisses grew more frantic with the renewed vigor. Her hands tight around his neck, she moaned deeply as his hand cupped her breast.
“I've missed you so much baby. I didn't believe it was you when I came in.” His breath was hot in her mouth and Morrene wanted no more words between them.
“Love me, Michael. Make up for the time we lost.”
With no more encouragement needed, he bent his head to hers to kiss her again. Gently their lips met, barely touching and then firmer as she pressed herself to him. His hand cupped her breast as he ran his thumb gently over her nipple sending a shudder through her body as he squeezed the globe firmly. She never wanted him to stop, and she pulled him atop her. Just the feel of his weight on top of her body made her quiver in anticipation. She groaned and buried her hands in his hair as he leaned down and sucked at her nipple, gently swirling around it with his tongue. The raspberry bud grew hard and dark as he nipped and teased it with his tongue. She shivered as he blew out a cool breath across her sensitive flesh.
Her body ached to have him closer; his clothes were rough on her skin. As he brought his head back up and locked his lips with hers, she slid her hand underneath his shirt to the hot skin beneath. She ran her hand firmly over his taut stomach and tried not to giggle as he jumped when she touched his ticklish spot. No one else had that spot. Tugging at the buttons, she grumbled in frustration when the fabric refused to give. Michael chuckled deep in his throat.
“Allow me Álainn.”
He sat up, his powerful thighs straddling her and pressing her buttocks into the bed. She was still bound from the waist down and the rope scratched her skin where it pressed into her. He gazed down upon her pale naked flesh, taking in the siren that he had captured. Slowly Michael unbuttoned his shirt, baring inch by inch his muscled and tanned body. Morrene ran her hands along his thighs feeling the strong muscles that held her pinned, painfully aware of the large swell of his cock at the juncture just out of her reach. He tossed the shirt to the floor and unbuttoned his jeans. Without any help, his cock sprang forwards immediately. The thick veiny shaft was rigid and swollen with his need and Morrene licked her lips in anticipation. She wanted him inside her more than anything and reached for him immediately. Michael sucked in a breath as her fingers grazed his head, stroking the tips along the glistening trail of precum from his glans. Morrene lifted the finger to her lips sucking off the salty taste and swirling her tongue around to catch every drop she had captured.
“God, Morrene. If you do that, I won't be able to wait.”
“Don't wait. I want you inside me.”
With no further encouragement, he slid his jeans off and lifted her thighs to make his entry. The rope still bisected her pussy, though it was soaked and loose from her struggle earlier. He traced his finger up her swollen lips, and she lifted herself to his touch, encouraging him. Meeting his eyes, he lifted her hips higher until they were even with his mouth and her legs rested on his shoulders. She groaned as he slowly licked up her bound lips with the flat of his tongue. The softness of his tongue contrasted with the rough of the rope, and he teased along its edge bringing little cries from her each time his tongue slipped beneath it into her folds. His hands dug into her ass cheeks as she writhed from the sensation. Michaels tongue lapped along the rope like a kitten sucking out all her honey from its strands. Morrene wanted more, and she wriggled trying to get any part of him inside her aching pussy. It burned from the emptiness as the rope barred more than his teasing. Morrene sucked in a breath as he pushed the tip of his finger between the rope and her folds.
“Please Michael,” she gasped as he repeated the motion. Her juices were running from the soaked rope between her lips down the side of her thigh where he held her. She squeaked at the feeling of cold metal on her tender skin.
“Shhhh, I don't want to cut you. Be still Morrene.” His voice was deep with his need, gently he cut into the rope, and she tried hard not to flinch. With a small sawing motion, it gave, and her pussy was once again free. He shifted himself on the bed, positioning her wet and waiting pussy so he could slide himself inside her. Morrene opened herself to him, rubbing her inviting slit against the head of his cock. She could feel him teasing her lips, and she moaned in anticipation. She wanted to feel that thickness stretching her pussy
, and the very thought made her spasm. He teased her gently, pushing himself and barely parting her folds before pulling away.
“Please, I want you inside me Michael. Put your cock in me.” Morrene tried to push herself onto him, but he held her firm.
“As you wish Álainn.”
He slid himself fully inside her with a deep groan, and Morrene felt her pussy tighten around his length. She was so wet there was no resistance, and she almost came from the fullness alone. He held her there, speared by his cock, both savoring the feeling of their bodies joined together again. Lifting her hips to him, he began to rock slowly into her, barely pulling himself out before slipping back again. The angle meant she felt his head pressing against the wall of her pussy, stroking her from the inside. He continued to hold her there, stroking her slowly. Morrene's breath began to quicken, and she thrashed trying to push him to increase to her need. She wanted more of him, needed more of him, and she cried out in frustration as her climax built with each rock of his hips. As if aware that she could take no more, he buried himself deep inside her again, and they both cried out in satisfaction. Morrene felt her pussy pulsing around him as she came in a flood around his thick shaft. Her fluids ran down between her cheeks and soaked into the bed as she rode the wave of her first orgasm.
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