The Satyr

by Tiana Laveen

  The sounds of him feasting rang in her ears, while his fingers digging into her thighs turned her on impossibly more. The breadth of his shoulders between her legs, his nose pressed hard against her wet slit, moving up and down as his mouth drank from her ocean. She could feel his soft hair brush against her skin and then… she fell apart! She came in strong tidal waves, flooding the gates.

  “That’s it, baby. You’re a very bad girl.” She cried out when he slid one, two, then three fingers inside her. He spun them around within her hole, then pulled them out to suck on them as if he’d just dipped them into a fresh, warm pie. “When someone takes one of your senses away, you rely on the others. When someone takes something from you, you rely on what you have left, to get what you had back!” She screamed when he bent down to bite her thigh. “You’re going to learn tonight, baby…”

  “I want you, baby. I want you!” Her breasts were cool with sweat, yet her face felt flushed.

  “Such a dirty, nasty whore you are. Look at your legs spread wide open for me… for Raze… You want me to fuck you. You want this big, hard ass throbbing dick moving in and out… in and out…. Harder, faster, rougher, wrecking your pussy… Making it all swollen and red with each abusive stroke of my rod.”

  “Yes! Yes, I do!”

  Sudden pressure exerted on her chest, and she shrieked. He’d pinned her with his palm and pressed. She gasped for air, smelling him all around her, feeling the tension and weight on the bed. She listened closely and sniffed the air…

  His knees… They’re by my head. He is hovering over me…“Guuu…” She gurgled, unable to catch her breath as the sudden rush of rigid flesh invaded her mouth. Loud, harsh grunts soon followed as he fucked her mouth, gripping the top of her hair, making her take each treacherous blow. She came again, harder than before, her entire body on fire with desire. She practically choked on his dick, but she didn’t care… She wanted each thrust, each lunge. His balls slapped against her chin at each pass, his grunts and groans hoarse and needy as he took control, treated her like some toy, his very favorite plaything.

  And she came again, and again, and hated him when he snatched his cock out of her mouth. She imagined he was looking down at her, enjoying how depraved she appeared, wanton with need.

  “Cum in my mouth… cum in my mouth!” she begged. She felt a soft slap of his dick against the side of her face. “Ugh!” The man squeezed her cheeks, rendering her silent. She could feel his warm breath close to her ear.

  “You don’t tell me what to do. I tell you what to do. I will cum wherever I want to cum in you!”

  “Please, baby! Please cum in my mouth!”

  “That’s more like it. Asking permission will get you much further with me.”

  She gasped when he wrapped his hand around her throat. The bed moved and he shifted.

  “Open your mouth. Get ready to receive me.”

  He released her neck and she immediately opened wide, tongue extended, in desperate need of her lover’s seed. Soon, the first of his warm pearl drops hit her tongue. He groaned as he delivered more cum and shot his wad down her throat.

  “Swallow. Swallow all of it,” he rasped as he kept jerking and cumming.

  “Oh, God!” She hissed and arched her back as she experienced soft licks against her clit once again… He tortured her so, going on and on until she exploded.

  “You can do whatever you put your mind to, baby, and if all else fails, you cum to me. Just make sure you cum correct.” She screamed when his tongue caressed her ass, licking and sliding against the sensitive flesh. She knew he was looking at her, watching her, getting off on her helplessness. “Tell me what you want, baby… I already know, but I want to hear you say the words! Beg me to do it!”

  “I want you to fuck me, baby! I want to feel you inside me!”

  “You’ve tasted me, swallowed my cum. You’ve heard all of the things I’ve said to you. I know you can smell my skin when I’m next to you. Now, it’s time to touch me, to feel me in you…”

  Sweat… tension. Hard muscles twisting and turning against wet, soft flesh… Thighs pushed farther apart, hard pressure, curses escaping mouth…

  “God! Oh, God!”

  His intrusion was so rough… so lovely… so brutal. She trembled, wishing she could see his face, look into his eyes, as she surrendered. He layered her neck with kisses while her bed rocked beneath them, threatening to break. His moans echoed in the room as he plunged deeper and deeper within her, tearing her pussy up, making her crave him in the worst way. She wanted to hold him, bite him, work her hips against his. Her thighs burned from his repeated landing on her limbs; the pain and pleasure blended, making her dizzy with excitement and yearning. He palmed her ass cheeks, bringing her impossibly closer, forcing her into his lunges. He was so damn deep! She felt secure, safe.

  The way he felt was simply enough.

  “Tell me what you need!”

  “I need you, baby!” He reached between them and massaged her clit, made her cum again, hate him for being the only one to have the key to her body. She’d been conquered… and there was no getting around that fact.

  “Surrender to me. Be mine, all mine!”

  “Yes, baby! Cum in me, Nix! Cum inside of me!”

  He fucked her at warp speed, kissing her breasts, massaging her neck. She welcomed his kiss when he inched up her body without losing his momentum. He grunted and stiffened against her at last, breathing hard, then stopped…

  “Ahhh…”

  With a sigh, he filled her with his load, over and over again, his hips pumping and rotating. He jerked, paused, jerked again, draining himself of the last creamy drops. Time passed, no idea how long. She felt his hands around her face, then he untied the blindfold. They looked at one another, gazes hooked as if they’d just met, just laid eyes on one another, couldn’t believe their luck…

  After delivering yet another gentle kiss, he slid from her love and made quick work of untying her. She hated that it was over. This was just the thing with this man: whatever he did was never enough for her. She always filled with dread after his release. She’d become insatiable when it came to him. She craved Nixon like an enthusiast. Her entire world had been turned upside down since the day he’d insisted on having a chance at bat, an opportunity to be with her and her alone.

  He left the room and returned soon thereafter, smoking a cigar and his brows gathered, in deep thought. Placing the cigar on the piece of tin foil she’d supplied earlier, he turned to face her.

  “Buy me an ashtray so I don’t have to keep fucking around with this tin foil, please.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “You know I’ll be over here on and off from now on.”

  “No problem. Any special kind you’d like? Maybe one shaped like an asshole, which is synonymous with you?” She bit into her lower lip, her throbbing pussy reminding her of the man in her presence. Oh, she was satisfied beyond belief. He shook his head with a smirk. “Nah, I don’t care. It can be a cheap one, just something that’s an actual ashtray. Turn around. Get on all fours. I want some more of my pussy.” Her eyes drifted to his dick, which was pointing straight out. Hard, hungry, erect. While he stroked it, she tucked a pillow under her knees, thrilled to death. He grabbed the handcuffs then, and her adrenaline soared, wondering what he now had up his sleeve.

  “You are so damn beautiful, baby.” He smiled so sadly. He grabbed her ankles and handcuffed them together, then situated himself behind her and entered her. Her pussy lips were flush together, which had her feel every damn thrust he delivered. He fucked her hard, administering sharp, needy jabs as he held on tight to her hips.

  “Feels so good, Nix!”

  He reached around and played with her clit, stroking it in slow circles with his thumb.

  “You fit me like a glove, baby. Your pussy is incredible. Throw your ass back into me, baby… Yeah… just like that…” The slapping sound from their bodies echoed in the room. He moved faster, held on tighter, filling her pussy like a vessel. S
he looked straight ahead, clutching a pillow as her body was wracked with an unfathomable orgasm. She bucked, closing her eyes tight.

  “Feel it… all of it… let go… let it happen…” he encouraged.

  It was a deep orgasm, the kind that was soft and flowy, moved slow and easy. The kind she’d read about but had never had. She felt so connected to him at that moment; he was hers, and she was all his. She’d never had an orgasm like that before, not even by herself with her toys. What an experience, like a spiritual awakening, drawing them closer, linking them. He seemed to know exactly what was happening to her, for his words matched how she felt. She shuddered when he paused and kissed her lower back. Resting one hand on her hip, he pressed his weight on one knee and placed his foot flat on the bed, delivering rapid, upward thrusts. She screamed out in ecstasy, her pussy flooding, dripping, and flowing.

  He was quiet, so quiet for a while, but then he emitted a sudden roar and spilled inside her with fast, ruthless jabs. Her sensitive spots ached as he toyed with her, abused her love, but she needed it… every bit of his massive, insatiable dick. When he’d finished, he undid the handcuffs from her ankles and tossed them on the nightstand. He picked her up, placed her over his lap like a doll, and kissed her cheek. She hugged him tight, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding on, as if he were the greatest man in the world. At that moment, she certainly felt like it.

  “Yasmine…”

  “Yes?” She smiled and stroked his hair.

  “When you are handicapped, you get stronger. Blindfolding someone, rendering them visionless, seems like a disability, but it’s an empowerment, depending on how you want to look at it. Today, someone you trusted blindfolded you without your consent. You tried to address the situation, but your other senses weren’t heightened enough yet to understand the problem in front of you. The situation is too fresh. You were blindsided by your emotions, and understandably so. As long as you can still hear, touch, taste or smell, you’re still armed. Focus on your what you gained, not on what you lost.”

  He looked deeply into her eyes and stroked her arm, then leaned in for a kiss. She loved the feel of his soft lips against hers.

  “I understand exactly what you mean now.”

  “Good. Use what you can to win, to turn this around. I know you will; you would have even without this conversation. Sometimes we just need to be reminded of all the tools in our arsenal, is all.”

  Suddenly, her phone rang. It was rather late at night, so that surprised her. She reached out for it but Nixon pushed her aside and answered. She lunged at him, sheets flying about, but he intercepted her and pinned her down against the headboard, his body keeping her prisoner. Her heart pounded in her chest as he forced her legs open and grinded against her pussy. As cool and calm as he pleased, he pressed the speaker phone dial, then spoke…

  “Hello, who is this?” He placed his hand over her mouth and entered her with an exacting thrust. Her eyes rolled and thankfully he muted her harsh scream. The headboard slammed over and over into the wall as he fucked her.

  “I called someone, and you don’t sound like that someone. Who is this?”

  Goldie!

  She tried to free herself from Nixon’s imprisonment, but it was no use. He smiled big and bold as he rode her hard.

  “This is Nixon…”

  “Ahhh, Nixon.” Goldie gave her typical cool, calm, and collected laugh. “I’ve heard about you.”

  “I’ve heard about you, too.” He tossed the phone on the bed, bit into his lower lip, and winked as he kept fucking her.

  “So, it seems that, uh, Yasmine has company this evening.”

  “So it seems that she does. I’m sure she’ll want to talk to you though. Just hold on a second.”

  “All right.”

  He leaned down close to her ear, his hot, hard body driving her insane.

  “Cum while she’s on the phone…”

  “No!” she said in a hushed tone, though her pussy begged to differ.

  Nixon lifted himself up on his arms. Arching a brow, he placed both hands around her neck and squeezed.

  “Oh, no… Oh, no!” He thrust in her, over and over. Squeezing… releasing… Squeezing again…

  “Cum… NOW.”

  She exploded, the combo of the tension on her neck, his pelvis bumping into her clit, and the way he fucked her proving simply too much. She tried with all of her might to squelch her screams of ecstasy. After she’d climaxed, he rolled off her and hightailed into the restroom, closing the door behind him as if he hadn’t done a damn thing wrong.

  That son of a bitch!

  She stared at the phone, wondering if she should simply hang up and run away in shame. Or perhaps she was lucky, and Goldie hadn’t heard anything? She took a deep breath and brought the phone to her ear.

  “Heeeeeey, Goldie, how are you?” She feigned a yawn.

  “Hi, sweetheart. I see you have company, so I won’t keep you but I just wanted to check in with you, make sure you were all right. I got your text tonight that your meeting didn’t go well. I just got home myself, so I wanted to call. I hope it’s not too late.”

  “Oh, no, not at all! Thanks so much for thinking about me. I, uh…” She fingered her hair out of her face. “I went out tonight with Nixon and we came back to my place. I am feeling okay, you know? It’s… I don’t know, like you said, I just need to think this through. I’ve never had this happen to me before though I know this isn’t anything new for some people.”

  “We’ve all had shitty things happen, but I know you will fight for this case because you’d already worked so hard on it. Not only that, it’s the principle of the matter.”

  “Exactly.”

  “All right, well, I will just give you a call tomorrow. Maybe we can have those drinks soon since you had to miss lunch.”

  “For certain. I would love a drink and some laughs with you!” They both giggled.

  “Cool. Well, goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, Goldie. I’ll speak to you soon.”

  “Oh, one more thing, Yasmine.”

  “Yes?”

  “You are busted. I heard it all! A man who can make you orgasm on command is a keeper. Toodles!”

  …And then, the call went dead…

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Dinner and Developments are Served…

  Nixon removed his dark sapphire suit jacket, placed it over his leather office chair, and sat down. He propped his legs on his desk and reflected on his day, completely exhausted. He proceeded to take off his matching blue tie, fold it, and lay it gently on his desk. To burn off nervous energy, he’d worked out twice that morning, smoked a joint, drank a Red Bull, ran on the treadmill and ran circles in his mind, too. The past week had been full of long meetings, with a few more to go. He had a slew of spreadsheets, PowerPoint presentations, and well-timed jokes to draw a smile when needed.

  He had appeared in multiple court hearings to observe and help a newbie lawyer at their firm. Those were the worst. They dragged out unnecessarily and seemed to never reach resolution. There was also the quick ride to the hospital to visit a client who was now in ICU, fighting for her damn life. He’d argued with another lawyer who didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground and had a shitload of documents to go over, but for right now, they’d have to wait.

  But there was always a silver lining. At least, that was the bit of inspiration he’d jotted down on a scrap of paper that morning.

  ‘Look for the silver lining in an otherwise fucked up day. Somewhere, something good happened. It’s up to you to find it.’

  He looked through his photos on the phone, focusing on several pictures of him and Yasmine. They’d both been quite busy with work, but they made one another a priority, managing to meet up here and there. A lunch at one of his favorite Japanese spots, a matinee movie, and even a quick meet up for coffee earlier that morning, sealed with a kiss before they raced off to their respective offices.

  He paused at one photo of her. Sh
e was naked from the waist up, the sun streaming on her face, illuminating her neck and breasts. He had admired her so in that moment. Loving her, over and over again.

  He’d taken the photo while she was asleep in his bed a couple of weeks prior, after an evening of non-stop fucking. Playing with the tinting, he opted for black and white. The result looked classy and sophisticated, just like her. He stared at his sleeping beauty and his emotions took him under.

  Look at this woman… my woman… she’s fucking gorgeous, inside and out. What a beautiful soul. We have amazing times together. The conversations are great. The sex incredible. She makes me laugh. She’s just a joy to be around. She still talks too much, asks too many questions, but that’s all right. It’s part of what makes her who she is and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I never thought I could feel this way about someone. It didn’t seem that it was meant for me. I had accepted that; in fact, I figured I was lucky I had no real drive to be committed, but I was just fooling myself. I DID want it. I just didn’t know how to get it, and I was afraid of losing myself in the process. I took a chance. So glad I trusted my instincts and pursued her. I knew when I met her, she was different. I knew she’d be a good fit for me. I could feel it. It is the reason I could never get her out of my mind from the first time we laid eyes on one another. I should give her a call, see if she needs anything.

  His thoughts were interrupted by a text coming through, a message from the airline app. Dad’s plane just landed. Good. The firm’s driver had gone to the airport to pick up his father, although the old man had wanted to get a cab. Dad wasn’t too keen on using services like Uber and the like, though. He was far too old school for that. Nixon would’ve picked him up himself, but he had no idea when he’d be out of court that day. He’d made the dinner reservation a couple of weeks in advance but had set it for 7:00 PM just in case he’d need to run errands or his father’s flight was delayed. Yeah, having Dad picked up and dropped off at the hotel is the best course of action.