“Sometimes. But it’s not the physical location or even the people that I miss.”
He cocks his head.
“Is this movie depicting some of what you miss there?” his voice is husky and full of naughty intent. “You like to do things…like that?”
I blush and bite my lip.
“Sometimes. Yes. You?”
He watches the movie a little more, his hazel eyes looking straight ahead. Then he turns to me.
“Yes, but not much. I think watching is more my thing.”
I smile. “That can be very wicked, you know.”
He grins lasciviously.
“There’s something wicked I want to try with you.”
“Yes?”
He leans so his lips are against my ear and admits, “I want to try anal.” Then, he throws me a wink.
The thought of his giant cock back there is absolutely enticing, and actually, I want it too. I know it’ll hurt, but I’m game. There’s just one catch.
“I’ll let you try it, but you have to give me something in return.”
“Anything,” his eyes became animalistic upon hearing permission.
“You have to tie me up first.”
A black eyebrow quirks at me.
“Zip ties, handcuffs, shackles, neck ties, or rope? Pick your poison.”
I laugh. “What?!”
He shrugs with a naughty glint in his eye.
“The Cube recommends being prepared for any sort of play, so I put together a box full of toys per their FAQ.”
My eyes bulge. “Are you kidding me? Please don’t tease me about this.”
He shakes his head.
“It’s under the bed right now. I’ve been dying to whip it out.”
“Oh, you’re in trouble now, Mister. Safe word?”
“Pineapple. Yours?”
“I use the stoplight system.”
He frowns. “The what?”
“When I say red, you stop. Green is for go. And yellow means it might be too much soon, so be ready to stop.”
“Okay, but does that mean that I have the green light to fuck your ass?” he asks in a caressing voice.
My heart races and my body flexes in new places when I say, “You do.”
A devious smile lights his eyes and a harsh flush descends on his high cheekbones. “I’ll get my box of tricks. But first, there is something else I’d like from you too, sweetheart.”
I shoot him a coy look.
“Aren’t you getting a lot of me tonight already?”
He laughs and says, “At the best restaurants in the world, chefs understand the importance of setting the table.” Brent gets up from the bed and saunters to his dresser, still speaking. “They make sure the lighting is perfect, the tables are set just so, and that the beverages pair perfectly with each course because every part of a meal can make or break the experience.” He turns around and in his hands are a collection of lace, vinyl, and leather items. “In order to maximize our enjoyment of what I am sure will be a spectacular meal, I want you to set the table.”
I’m confused. “What are you talking about?”
He drops the bundles onto the bed and I gasp because it’s an enormous assortment of exquisite pieces of lingerie, all in my size. “I intend to dine on the finest parts of you tonight, Jane. Select your table setting.”
My lips part in a gasp and every part of me throbs in anticipation of his meal. “Yes, sir.” He waits as I finger through the collection. I settle on a black latex catsuit that’s assless where it counts and bright red lacing up the corset-style back. “This one, sir.”
He nods approvingly, and hands me a pair of black vinyl spike heels to pair with it.
“Go to the bathroom and put this on.”
I follow his order and head in, my knees shaking. My mouth is dry from anticipation of our role play, but I manage to squeeze the snug garment over my ample body. I see myself in the mirror and smile. The girl before me is saucy, confident, and practically busting out of the outfit. Brent’s going to love it. However, I can’t lace the back myself so I come out of the bathroom with a sway to my step.
“Sir, I could use a hand. Could you lace me up, please?”
“Certainly, my pet.”
This is the first time he calls me his “pet,” and even though it’s a bit derogatory, my libido begs him to do it again. While I was changing, Brent’s been setting the stage. He worked fast because now, the room is completely different. The sheets are black, candles flicker along the dresser, and quiet music I don’t recognize is on. The biggest change, though, is Brent because he’s shirtless, showing off that toned, bronzed chest. He’s also got on black vinyl pants which hug his package and a devious smirk. I can feel the heat from his gaze on every inch of my skin.
“You have certainly set the table, pet,” he growls, his eyes ravishing me.
My pussy flexes when he calls me that. My voice is quiet when I say, “Thank you, sir.”
“What is it that you need help with?”
I turn around and he comes closer to me. “I can’t manage the lacing myself.”
“I’ll help you then.” His warm breath falls on my bare skin as he comes near. His fingertips brush over my creamy back while methodically weaving the red lacing into place. My goosebumps have goosebumps, it’s so sensuous. Each touch is half tickle and half promise of things to come. He works all the way down my back to the belt of the catsuit. Below there, my exposed ass anticipates the feel of his skin on mine. I swallow hard and hope for a caress, but I am left to stew in my longing. He chuckles and murmurs, knowing exactly how I feel.
“There. You’re all set. Let me look at you.”
I turn around in a circle and smile at him.
“What do you think, sir?”
“This will do nicely. Very nicely, indeed.” He touches my waist, and then his fingers draw upward between my breasts to gradually reach my throat. Brent’s finger rests under my chin and as my shivers become too much to bear, he lifts my chin up and kisses me. I groan into his lips while his tongue beguiles my own. My hands search for his cock in his pants, but he pulls away. “No, sweet pet. While I appreciate your enthusiasm, your hands are mine tonight. Understand?”
“I want to make them yours by touching you, sir.”
He laughs.
“No. They are mine, which means I will tell you what to do with them. Do you understand now?”
I nod hesitantly. Giving him control arouses me to my core. This is a deeper level of play than I’m familiar with because at the Cube, I never did anything dangerous with strangers. But here, I’m with Brent and I feel safe. I’ll do anything for him. “I understand, sir.”
“Good. Turn around, and put your hands on the bed.”
I swallow and do as he says. He rubs a big exposed cheek fondly, and then squeezes it hard with his fingers. I squeal. Then, he spanks me, just once and not at all hard. But my lungs can’t expand fast enough, and I’m dizzy already.
“Is that what you want, my pet?”
Emotions flow through my veins like blood and the words leap from my mouth. “Yes, sir.”
Another spank, and then another. My hips rock in yearning for each smack and I’m sure the cheeks are red and flushed, jiggling from his touch. Then he growls and presses his vinyl-cloaked hard-on against my ass. Oh my god, he’s so huge! Bigger than I’ve ever felt before, and this time, it’s going in my backdoor. Will I be able to handle it?
Sensing my trepidation, Brent growls in my ear, his lips grazing my.
“Bend over, Janie,” he rasps harshly. “It’s time.”
12
Jane
* * *
I’m folded in half on top of the black sheets, with my feet on the floor. Brent strokes my pussy from behind and I shudder with delight. He releases a gloating chuckle, before he says, “Anxious, my darling?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Would you like me to bind you now? You have been a very obedient girl this evening,
but should I reward you so soon?”
This is a test. If I say yes too easily, then he won’t give me what I want. But if I say no, then I have no idea what he’ll do. So I answer, “Reward me if it pleases you, sir.”
After a breathless minute, he growls with approval.
“Climb onto the bed.”
I can hardly contain my excitement. My limbs have me on the bed in a second, and with my face pressed into the pillows, I ask, “How would you like me, sir?”
“Hands and knees, my darling.”
I’m grateful his research is so thorough. As I get into position, my mind calms under his strong guidance. I know most women feel a great deal of pain the first time they try anal, especially if they’re bound and unmoving. But I am not most women. I belong to Brent Marshall, and I know he won’t hurt me. He’ll provide intense, astonishing pleasure so long as I give myself to him fully.
He latches a strap around my left ankle, and a sense of calm comes over me. Then he straps my right ankle to a bedpost in order to keep my legs far apart. A ramp cushion slides under my sternum and stomach, and the tilt keeps my face down and my ass up, providing open access for him. Finally, he binds my wrists with straps that he had hidden under the pillows. He sweetly asks, “Are you comfortable, my darling?”
“Yes,” I purr. My slit and asshole are fully available for his viewing pleasure and I hope he likes what he sees. He growls, getting in position behind me but doesn’t enter me right away. Instead, his tongue slides from up my clit and across my tender nether lips. I moan and pant, ready to be undone by him. My hands fist and twist in the restraints. My toes try to curl in my stilettos, but they can’t. He kisses me there, his tongue flicking out to strum my clit and whispers, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir,” I whine desperately.
I hear a plastic flip-top click behind me before he warns, “This is going to be wet, sweetheart, but we need it.” Then, cold lube drips on my rear end.
I shiver and squeak, and my voice shakes when I say, “Brrrr!”
He chuckles.
“You love it, don’t you, baby girl? You’ll take whatever I want to give you because you’re a good kitten and you want to please me.”
I inhale that truth and exhale my acquiescence, “God, yes sir.”
“Good girl.” His finger circles me there and the gentle pressure feels incredible. It becomes a slow massage as he teases my pleats, spiraling around them. But then he drips more lubricant, although I don’t even notice the cold this time. My muscles are completely at ease, in addition to my mind. But arousal is making parts of me swell and moisten on their own, desperate to be filled.
His fingertip lightly trespasses my final boundary, tunneling within that dark hole. The sensation is electric and the naughty invasion makes me clench at first before I relax.
“More, oh god, please more!”
“I’ll give you more when I want to give you more,” he rasps, his finger violating me deeper. There is no pain. No discomfort. Just intense pleasure and it rides up from my ass to my brain. “Oh, thank you, sir!”
He tunnels his finger in again and gratitude drips from my mouth. Finally, his finger is plugged deep all the way and he growls with satisfaction.
“You’re taking my finger like a champ, my pet. Surely this can’t be your first time?”
“It is,” my voice chokes out. I am on the brink of madness. Lust is boiling within me, and I can hardly think straight.
“Then you’re perfect for this, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” I whimper.
His finger slides away and disappointment bears down on my bones. I need him to fill me up, in any way he wants. I can’t stop shaking as my body teeters over the edge of insanity. Finally, I feel his cock at my rear entrance and I sigh with pent-up anticipation. It’s blunt against me there, not like his finger. He pauses for a moment.
“Green, sweetheart?”
“YES!”
With that, his cock begins its penetration. Just the tip, at first. The stretch is powerful and delicious, and I whine as my muscles ache. He strokes my back while increasing the pressure and then with a pop, his head burrows into that dark hole. That’s when I lose my mind. I scream and my body shakes violently, and he pulls out instantly.
“Are you alright? Oh shit, Janie, don’t tell me I hurt you.”
But my asshole’s blinking at him, desperate to be filled again.
“Fuck, yes! Please, more!”
He growls, his own passion coming to the fore now.
“Always give a lady what she wants,” he says before thrusting his length back into me. Then he pulls back a bit, and thrusts in even deeper, following the same pattern he did with his finger. It’s incredible and I wonder if I could come from this alone. His hips kiss my backside and I realize he’s worked that massive shaft all the way inside me.
Brent relentlessly pounds me into the mattress and his grunts begin to fill the room. His rhythm is perfect, and I float away on a sea of his beastly sounds and intense penetration. His cock swells in me and becomes a tighter fit. I’m half in this world and half in the next, when he shouts, “Oh fuck!”
Hot jizz fills my behind and that does it. I scream as well, my anal ring clamping down on his shaft while milking him for more. The sensation is so intense that I literally see stars. Then my vision goes black as I collapse, my ass stuffed full.
But Brent’s still in back of me, coming and cussing simultaneously.
“Fuck!” he roars. “Oh shit! Turn away, Harlow, turn away!”
These are not his usual words. I rouse myself and try to swivel, but I can’t turn around to see. I can’t budge because I’m stuck tight like a pig on a stick.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” a woman’s voice screams.
Brent pulls out of my back end in a jiffy and says, “I can explain!”
“JANE?!” the woman screams.
I know that voice. My heart sinks when it hits me and I want to die. I literally press my face even harder in the mattress, trying to avoid my friend. Meanwhile, Brent tosses a blanket over me and tells his daughter, “Okay, calm down, this isn’t as bad as it seems.”
But then, I come to my senses.
“Untie me!” I demand. “I want to talk to Harlow.”
My friend groans.
“Oh my god, I did NOT HEAR THAT!”
“Go to the living room. I’ll be right there,” Brent says in a tight voice.
“Yeah,” she says sarcastically. “Take all the time you need, Dad.”
I hear her footsteps disappear down the stairs, and I look up a bit.
“Red!” comes my voice.
“Sorry,” Brent huffs. He releases all my straps before helping me roll over. I tip over to my right side and my whole body is stiff, but adrenaline forces me to my feet. I rub the burn marks on my wrists while I stammer, “Oh my god, did that just happen?” Unfortunately, it’s clear it did because there’s hot jism leaking down my thigh and my bottom hole feels a bit sore.
But my lover isn’t bothered by the emergency situation.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asks, taking my hands in his own to inspect the chafing at my wrists. “Does it hurt a lot?”
I shake my head.
“I’m fine, but that was Harlow wasn’t it?”
Brent becomes businesslike.
“Yes,” he says, grabbing his clothes. “Come on, get dressed, sweetheart. Let’s go talk to her.”
My face goes hot, and in fact, my whole body is probably blushing.
“Do you think I can ever look her in the face again?!” I ask. “I’m too embarrassed.”
But Brent stays calm.
“It’s going to be fine, Jane. She’s my daughter and your best friend, and while I know this makes for a tangled situation, we knew it was coming. Now, the day is here.”
Tears spring to my eyes.
“But not like this! She just saw me tied up with your dick in my ass!”
Brent’s face is grim and
he stops tying his shoe for a moment to look me in the eye.
“Dodging the situation is not an option, sweetheart. She’s my daughter and I have to look her in the face again. I hope you’ll join us downstairs when you’re ready.” He heads to the door and my heart plummets. My bottom lip dances up and down.
“Brent?”
He turns around.
“Yeah, sweetie?”
“What if I can’t?” my voice cracks and a tear runs down my cheek. I knew we had to tell Harlow sometime, but this is beyond the pale. I feel like I’m going to vomit from stress.
Brent’s expression relaxes, and he comes over to hug me. His big strong arms hold me tightly and he quietly breathes into my hair.
“Jane, we’re going to fix this. We will get through all of this together. You hear me? But first, we have to try. If you don’t try, you won’t succeed for sure. So come downstairs when you’re ready, okay?”
“Okay,” I sniffle.
He kisses me and says, “It’s going to be okay, baby.”
I sniffle again, turning tear-stained eyes to him.
“Promise?”
“I promise, Jane. Everything will be okay,” he smiles. “Now come on,” he says, patting my big butt fondly again. “Up and at ‘em.”
I take a big breath, and smile tremulously. “Okay, but untie me first.”
His brow furrows and he points to the bed where the lacings are loose. “You are untied, sweetheart.”
“No, not that,” I spin. “The back. I’ll never get out of this alone.”
“Oh! Right.” Quickly, Brent undoes the back of the outfit, and then says, “Okay, I have to get down there. You good?”
“Yes, I think so,” I say in a small voice. He winks at me reassuringly.
“See you in the living room.”
After he’s gone, I crumple onto the bed. I sob as I think about the situation. How could this have happened? Did my best friend just catch me having dirty anal sex with her dad? While I was tied up, no less?
But I sit up and swipe at the tears in my eyes. How does the saying go? This too, shall pass. I know I want to be with Brent, and that’s what matters. Despite what Harlow may say, we will make it through this sticky situation.
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