by Hamel, B. B.
I watch his face as he stares at my body. He takes me in, every inch of me, and there’s a hungry gleam in his eye. It sends a thrill so hot along my skin that I swear I can barely breathe.
He leans over me, gripping my hair, and kisses me softly before pushing me back down. He pins me there with one hand while the other pushes my panties aside. I gasp as his fingers cleave the center of my pussy, spreading my lips open. He finds my clit from behind and rolls it, gentle at first.
“Soft like honey,” he whispers. “And you seem to love being tied up. Do you like being under control, little Kylee?”
“Maybe,” I moan. “I’ve never done it before.”
“We can stop if you want. I can let your wrists go.”
Something flashes inside of me. I feel it stark and intense. “No,” I gasp.
His smile says everything. “Good girl.”
He teases me more with his fingers, sliding them along my lips, spreading me, rolling along me. He touches every inch of my pussy and focuses on my clit with his rough-tipped fingers. I gasp as the calluses roll on my sensitive spot, my swollen little nub.
It’s obvious he knows what he’s doing. I groan and bite my lip almost too hard. He slides his fingers back and pushes them into my pussy.
Pleasure and pain. His fingers are thick and my pussy’s tight, especially back in this position. I groan and throw my head back.
He chuckles with delight and grabs my hair, pushing his fingers deeper. “That’s too much for you?” he whispers.
“No,” I moan. “Not at all.”
“Good. I’m just getting started.”
He fucks me from behind with his fingers, spreading me wide. I groan and slowly fall into the pleasure, letting it bleed up along my skin. It radiates outward as he takes me. I can’t believe my hands are tied behind my back and I test my bond, but it’s tight enough to keep me pinned there.
I love it. God, I love it. Part of me is shocked at how much I love being tied up like this. I’ve never done it before, never thought about it, but this felt so natural. He bound my wrists so easily and I just…
I knelt for him. I got down on my knees, let him peel off my jeans, and now he’s using my pussy however he wants.
“Good,” he whispers, pulling his fingers back. I look over my shoulder at him as he bends forward and kisses my spine, once for each vertebra, moving down toward my ass. “Your skin tastes incredible. Like dandelion tea.”
I smile a little. “I didn’t know that existed.”
He smirks and kisses me, moving closer, until he reaches my ass. I gasp when he moves my panties aside further and spreads me wide.
I feel myself blushing. He can see everything. I’m entirely exposed for him, my pussy, my ass, everything. There’s no hiding from him now and frankly… it’s driving me wild.
God, I like being stared at and I like being tied up. I’m learning a lot about myself.
His tongue laps me top to bottom. I gasp when it gets to my ass and doesn’t stop. He licks me all around, ass and back to pussy, sliding inside. It’s warm and firm and makes me groan from pleasure and shock and delight. I let him tongue me, licking every inch of me from behind, and he grunts his pleasure.
“Delicious,” he says. “Just like I knew you’d be.”
He pulls back and slaps my ass. I gasp as a jolt of pain flicks through my body.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I won’t leave a bruise. I won’t spank you too hard, unless you ask me to.”
“Do it again,” I say.
He grins and spanks me again, a little harder, but not too hard. I groan and he does it again, again, and I know my ass is red with his handprint.
He pulls back abruptly and stands. I stare at him, his likeness tilted at an angle as I look over my shoulder. He undresses slowly, taking off his shirt and tossing it on the floor, taking off his belt, taking off his jeans. I can see the outline of his massive hard cock straining against his black boxer briefs before he takes those off.
I bite my lip and force myself not to gasp. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever seen. Honestly, I didn’t know men could get so… thick. He’s long and thick and he takes himself in his fist, clearly loving the way I stare at him.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll be gentle.”
“Can you be gentle with… that?” I gape at him.
He smirks and kneels down behind me, cock at the perfect level. He teases me with his tip, stroking it up and down my pussy. My panties are totally useless now, just pushed to the side and dripping from my juice.
“I can be gentle,” he says softly. “I can be rough. What do you like, Kylee?”
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“Okay then. Let’s find out.”
And slowly, he sinks himself deep inside my pussy.
I gasp, surprised at first. I can’t believe he even fits, let alone can slide deeper and deeper and… so much deeper than I even knew a man could go. He fills me to the brim, edge to edge, stretches me, drives me wild. I gasp and clench my hands. I feel him grab my wrists where the bra ties them together and he does something.
My hands come free. I groan and grab onto the edge of the couch, digging my fingers into the cushion as he fills me. He leans over me and pulls my hair back, tilting my chin over my shoulder. He kisses me with his cock buried deep between my legs.
“Just like I thought,” he coos in my ear. “You can fit so much more than you knew.”
“Oh, god,” I moan. “I don’t think I can handle any more.”
“Maybe not yet.”
He rocks back and sinks himself deeper again. He moves like that, fucking me slowly, gently, hands caressing my breasts and nipples.
And passionate pleasure rips through my skin like fire.
I can’t help myself. I’m moaning the whole time and he’s not even fucking me hard. It feels so good having my pussy stretched and taken like this. My wrists aren’t bound anymore but they don’t need to be. He controls every inch of me, every fiber of my body. It’s all burning, all lit up with fire and pleasure and everything good. I gasp, panting his name.
“Oh, god, Walker,” I whisper. “Oh my god.”
“That feels good? You like having my cock buried deep inside your tight little cunt?”
I shiver at his words. He’s so filthy, so incredible. “Yes,” I gasp. “God, I love it. Fuck me. Fuck my tight little…” I trail off.
“Go ahead. Say it.”
“Fuck my tight little cunt.” I moan, gasping as he pulls my hair. I feel so filthy and good as he moves faster, cock pumping in and out of me. I’m tensed, every muscle clenched, as pleasure and pain mingle and mix and make each other even more intense.
“My Kylee,” he whispers. “You want to come already, don’t you? I can feel you tensing.”
“Please,” I moan. “Oh my god. Don’t fucking stop.”
He keeps going and I’m grinding back against him. We’re fucking faster, not too fast, but enough that I’m sweating and pushing and moaning. I can’t believe how good it feels. I’m honestly shocked that this can drive me so absolutely wild but he’s not slowing, not stopping, and the pleasure’s only getting better.
“If you come now, I’m going to make you clean my cock off with your tongue,” he whispers. “You’re going to suck my cock clean and swallow every drop. Do you understand?”
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Yes, I’ll do whatever you want. Don’t fucking stop.”
He keeps going, his hands on my body, teasing my breasts, gripping my hips. His cock is like magic fire between my legs, driving me wild. I push back, rolling my ass, hands gripping the couch so hard that my knuckles are bright white.
“Come for me, filthy girl,” he growls. “Go ahead and come on my big cock.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Walker. Yes!” I throw my head back and I feel it hit me, the moment I’ve been building toward. It’s a black explosion of pleasure between my legs that makes my entire body shiver and shake and twitch. I lose contro
l and love it as the orgasm rings in my ears, rings in my entire body.
I’ve never experienced anything like it. I’m riding on the edge of blacking out and it’s so intensely good that I can hardly stand it. It’s like we’ve been edging closer and closer to this moment for years and just now am I getting what I’ve always wanted.
The orgasm rips through me and he’s gentle but firm, fucking me the whole time. I come again and again and it seems endless. I’m a pool of drool and pleasure and I can feel my cum dripping down along his thick shaft.
Slowly I come back to myself. Slowly I regain my senses. The orgasm doesn’t so much end as it drifts off, leaving me a twitching puddle of sweat and pleasure.
He slides his cock out and I gasp, collapsing forward onto the body of the couch. He kneels back, smiling and looking at me. He stands up and grabs me by the hair, getting me onto my knees.
“What did I tell you?” he whispers.
“Yes, Walker,” I say, surprised by my answer.
I take him in both hands. He’s dripping with my juice and I’m shocked that I had so much. I stroke him slowly with both hands, marveling that this massive cock could fit inside of my pussy, before I finally take him into my mouth.
I can taste my pussy and cum on him. It’s strange and foreign but I almost like it. I suck him deep, taking him into my throat, before I lick him top to bottom. I lick every inch of him, cleaning him off, just like he wanted.
“Fuck,” he groans. “That’s fucking good. You need to suck my cock, girl.”
I take him into my mouth again and do just what he wants. I suck his tip hard, rolling my tongue along his tip. He growls and grabs my hair, pushing me down, making me gag. I pull back with a gasp and stroke him fast with both hands before sucking his tip again, still stroking.
I stroke and suck him, letting my spit roll along his skin. I don’t care if it’s sloppy, I’m entirely into this, so lost in the moment that nothing else matters. He growls and groans his pleasure and I can’t stop. I need to taste it all, need to make him feel what I just felt.
He grabs my hair again but this time doesn’t press. “Every drop,” he commands and I know what he means.
He comes in my mouth. I push forward, letting him come onto my tongue and into my throat. I swallow him right away, letting the hot cum fill my mouth before I take it. I can’t slow down, can’t stop, as he groans through his orgasm.
When he’s finished, I make sure he’s clean. I lick his tip, his shaft, and get anything I missed. When I’m done, he’s still hard.
“Fucking hell, girl,” he growls, leaning down. To my surprise, he kisses me long and slow.
He pulls me onto the couch. I curl up in his lap, head against his chest. His cock barely loses the steel and I can feel him pressed up against me the whole time we sit there. I adjust a little bit and realize I still have my panties on, although they’re just a wreck now.
“Is that what you expected when you came over here?” I whisper to him.
He shakes his head, nuzzling my hair. “No. But I think you did.”
I smile a little to myself.
Maybe I’m going insane. Maybe I’ve lost my mind completely and this is some kind of mental breakdown.
But he’s right. As soon as he came in that door, part of me knew this would happen. It was inevitable.
I thought that doing it once would get it out of my system. But now that I’ve had a taste…
I need more. I know I need more. It’s crazy and stupid and reckless but I need more of him until I get it all.
8
Walker
We spend the rest of the day and that night in and out of bed. I only take a short break from her, just long enough to call up a few guys I know that are good about getting things done.
I tell them to furnish Kylee’s dorm room just the way it was. I’ll worry about moving all her stuff back in later.
I’m up early in the morning the next day. I call down for breakfast and coffee, and by the time she’s up and stretching like a cat, I’m already dressed.
“Morning,” she says, peering out from behind her covers.
“Morning,” I say. “Coffee?”
She sits up, wearing only a white t-shirt and I’m pretty sure nothing else, at least if I remember correctly. I bring her over a mug that says “World’s Best Boss!” and hand it to her.
She takes it with a little smile, takes a sip, and puts it down on the nightstand.
“Uhm, we should probably talk about last night.”
I grunt a little and shake my head. “Why ruin it?”
She glares at me. “It won’t ruin anything, you jerk.”
“We had a good time. We don’t need to analyze every detail.”
That seems to annoy her. She climbs out of bed and, sure enough, no panties. I think she didn’t realize that at first but she’s blushing by the time she makes it to the bathroom. She slams the door behind her and starts the shower.
I smile and head back into the main room to finish my coffee and grab something to eat. She’s dressed and glaring at me again by the time I’m completely through with breakfast.
“Look, I have stuff to do today,” she says.
I can’t help but laugh. “Wow. Kicking me out?”
“No, I mean—”
“And not even being classy about it. Ouch, Kylee. I’m almost hurt.”
She glares at me some more. “Look, I’m not trying to be mean or whatever. I just have class.”
“Don’t worry, I get it. I’ve used every excuse in the book. I’ve kicked out my fair share of women over the years.” I grin at her, shaking my head. “Look, I’m not going to stay, but you should know that I moved most of your stuff back into the dorms.”
She hesitates a second, clearly taken off guard. “You did?”
“Well, not your original stuff, since that’s all here. But I had my guys furnish it. You just need to bring your stuff back over or let me move it.”
She chews her lip and doesn’t answer. After a second she walks over to the food cart, pours another mug of coffee, and takes a long sip.
“Thanks,” she says finally.
I raise an eyebrow. “You’re thanking me? I’m actually surprised.”
“Don’t ruin this too, okay?”
I grin at her and nod. “Look, just let me know what you want, okay? I’ll move you back and things can go back to normal.”
That makes her hesitate. She picks up a little English muffin and nibbles on the top half thoughtfully for a second. “Can they go back to normal though?” she asks.
“I don’t see why not.”
“But this all happened,” she says, pushing forward. “I mean, your old girl knows you dropped her and picked me up. So it doesn’t matter what you do now. I’m already… a part of this.”
I frown at that. “Aylin won’t be a problem. She’ll get over it and find some other rich sucker to take care of her.”
“She already is a problem though. I mean, I’m not trying to guilt you… or maybe I am.” She looks frustrated and drops the muffin back down onto the plate. “Look, I just don’t know if there’s a normal from here on out, okay?”
I nod slowly and watch her carefully. I can tell she’s upset but she’s not on the verge of tears or anything like that. No, she’s just being… realistic.
“Why don’t I walk you back to your dorm?” I ask her quietly. “I’ll carry some of your stuff.”
She meets my gaze and nods once. “Okay. Fine. I guess that’s the least you can do.”
I grin at her and gesture back toward the room. “Go pack up then, princess. It’d be my pleasure to carry your bags.”
She grins back at me. “You are a good little servant boy, aren’t you?”
“Only because my mistress pays so well… and provides such nice bonuses.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and she laughs. I love the sound of that laugh. It’s like ice cracking or wind chimes just barely moving.
She heads back into the b
edroom and comes out a few minutes later with a backpack and a small travel suitcase jammed with clothes. I grab them both from her and we head out onto campus and back toward the dorms.
She’s quiet on our stroll and I decide not to push her. If she doesn’t want to talk, that’s okay. I’m fine with being quiet for a little while, and besides, it’s a nice day.
Say what you will about Gradus but the campus really is beautiful. The landscape is impeccably maintained by the groundskeepers and the buildings themselves are beautiful structures. It feels like your typical small, New English fancy elite school with ivy crawling up brick facades, black wrought-iron gates, and dew dripping from ancient trees onto nearly ancient sidewalks.
I get why the girls like it here, even despite the whole sponsorship thing. It’s idyllic. I could see why people used to come here to fall in love back in the day, back before this sponsorship thing became completely corrupted.
Back then it was about making alliances and marriages between families, but now it’s all about money and power and privilege. Or maybe I’m just glorifying some past that never existed, who knows.
At any rate, I feel good walking alongside Kylee, lugging her bags along like a dutiful porter.
We finally reach the dorms and she turns back to look at me. “Thanks,” she says for the second time this morning.
“You’re welcome.”
She takes the bags from me and hesitates. I can tell now she wants to talk but there’s something stopping her. She smiles up at me, a blinding, gorgeous smile.
“See you later,” she says and turns away. She walks fast toward the dorm and disappears inside.
I hesitate there for a moment with a smile on my face. I can still feel her body under mine. The morning sun’s warm on my skin and people are already moving around in small groups, talking quietly, laughing and smiling. It’s that sort of morning, and it almost makes me want to be a student again.
