With the heat came a feeling of lightness, powerful enough to make her feel like she would float away. Juices flooded her vulva, escaping and running down her thigh every time he withdrew his shaft. A sudden tightness seized her insides, making her body stiffen just as he released her hair.
Though her throat was dry, her cry was still able to fill the room, a heavy orgasm hitting her like she had been knocked down by a crashing wave.
“I’m the only man who can give you what you need.” His laboured voice was barely audible over her moans and his heavy pants, but she still heard it.
His grip of her waist tightened as he began to shudder, holding his cock buried deep as a low growl rumbled up from his belly.
Relishing the feeling of his flesh undulating inside her, his words reverberating through her mind, Paula was permeated by a feeling of complete bliss.
Folding his body against hers, Ricky pressed his lips to her ear. “I’m going to be here all night.”
Chapter Five
As before, she barely stepped up to the threshold before the door swung open, the man she craved standing on the other side.
That first look was enough to bring back the throbbing she had felt when she woke up next to him, her whole body tender from his actions throughout the night.
The stern look on his face made her scurry into the house. “I told you to come straight here,” he growled, slamming the door.
Fighting the urge to cling to him, she hung her head. “I’m sorry.”
He had instructed her to go straight to his house after work, but she had stopped at home to freshen up. Though she just wanted to look her best for him, she knew Ricky saw it differently.
In a single swift move, he pinned her to the wall, weighing against her as he looked into her eyes and thrust his hand up her dress. “You’re obviously desperate for me to punish you.”
Finally, he gave her what she wanted by pressing a hard kiss to her mouth, roughly pulling her underwear aside to thrust his fingers deep. “You won’t disobey me again, will you?”
As he spoke, he crooked his fingers to stroke her walls, bringing her to where he wanted her to be. A moan of pleasure initially only allowed her to shake her head, followed by a breathy ‘no’.
Though he released her body, he seemed unable to let her go completely and ran his fingers into her hair. He resumed the kiss, forcing her to stretch her neck to accept it.
She relished the taste of him, greedily pulling his tongue into her mouth, not knowing when she might get to experience it again.
They were both breathing heavily when he finally pulled away, studying her face as he reached into his back pocket. “I’ve decided that this house is going to be my home.”
The relief that flooded her body raised a smile to her face, one that she quickly dropped for fear of displeasing him, hanging her head slightly.
With a single finger at her chin, he lifted her face to force her to look at him before holding up a key.
“This is a key to this house.”
Enclosing her fingers around his after a moment of staring at the key, Paula pulled it from his grip before he could say anything more. “Thank you.”
Ricky’s eyes narrowed as he continued to gaze into her eyes. “And?”
Tightly gripping the cool piece of metal in her hot hand, she recognised what he wanted from the look in his eyes. “I’ll get a key cut for you tomorrow.”
“Good girl.”
Aligning his large hand with her jaw, he gripped it firmly and lifted her face to press a hard kiss to her lips. She used her eyes alone to plead for more the moment he pulled away, but it came to nothing. Ricky was in control and refused to give her what he knew she wanted.
Instead, with a flick of his head, he directed her towards the staircase to the right of where they stood.
A mixture of lust and trepidation made her heart pound, but she didn’t hesitate to ascend the staircase when he stepped aside to give her access.
As he followed directly behind her, she found her hand shaking as she hurriedly tucked the precious key into her bag. At the top of the stairs, she was forced to await instructions on finding every door closed.
“That is my room,” he confirmed, pointing to the door at the far end of the hallway.
Automatically walking towards it, Ricky caught her arm before she could take a second step. “But you only get to see it if you’re good.”
“This…” he began, rapping his knuckles on the door opposite the staircase. “…is Scarlet’s room.”
The disappointment that had come at being barred from his room instantly dissipated, replaced with surprise as he stepped aside to let her satisfy her curiosity.
She went inside to find a bedroom, sparsely furnished but sumptuously decorated in black and red. The over-sized black and red flowers stood out against the white background of the flocked wallpaper, covering three of the four walls. A mirror covered the entire length of the fourth wall, making the relatively small room appear larger than its actual size.
Paula sank into the thick pile of the red carpet as she walked into the room, running her fingers over the black satin sheet on the king-sized bed which dominated the room.
“Only in this room are you allowed to be Scarlet.”
Turning to where he stood in the doorway watching her, Paula was sure that he could hear the pounding in her chest from her continued surprise. “When I tell you to come here, use your key to let yourself in. You will come into this room and wait for me.”
Elated that he had created a room just for her, Paula’s vigorous nod began without her realising it. “Of course, every time you—”
“Don’t speak.”
“My bedroom will remain unlocked, but you will not enter it without my permission.”
She nodded, trying to work out what she could do that would make him allow her to see his bedroom.
“I’ll use your key to make sure that you’re never on that phone line.”
She began shaking her head before he finished the sentence. “Never again.”
“I told you not to speak.”
Looking down at the carpet, she berated herself and anticipated her punishment. Though not looking in his direction, she knew he was coming closer. She could feel the energy emanating from him, strong enough to force her back against the bed.
“If I find out you play Scarlet for any other man…” The sentence trailed off as he leaned over her, forcing her to lie back so he could lay on top of her.
Words became redundant. His strength of feeling was demonstrated by his tight embrace. His expression told her everything she needed to know, along with the pressure of his stiff cock prodding her labia.
With his cheek pressed to hers, he spoke directly into her ear, his voice no less meaningful because of the low volume. “You will be here every time I want you.”
In her mind she agreed, visualising herself confirming her devotion by occupying her room the moment he demanded it. Her lips remained still as her breasts heaved, heavy breaths replacing the words that she wanted to say.
She would have been happy to remain lying there with him, but she didn’t complain when he got to his feet.
“Take off your clothes.”
He walked out and left her to carry out his instructions, an opportunity that allowed the room to reveal more. From the handcuffs fastened to the wrought iron headboard to the large hook embedded in the ceiling, everything looked brand new.
He returned just as she slipped out of her underwear, which joined the rest of her clothes heaped on the floor as he threw a leather paddle and a bundled length of thin red rope onto the bed.
“It is your responsibility to keep this room tidy. Put your clothes in here.” Pushing the edge of the mirror, he revealed a fitted wardrobe. “You’re not going to need them for the rest of the night.”
After tucking her shoes beneath the bed, she laid her clothes on a shelf as he stood watching her every move.
“Face the
mirror and spread your legs.”
She watched his reflection as he moved behind her, seeing him collect the leather paddle from the bed. Expecting the crack of the leather against her skin, moisture threatened to run down her thigh as her body tensed. Instead, the paddle hung redundantly from his left hand as he reached around her with his right, pressing himself to her back as he gazed at her reflection over her shoulder.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
Sliding his hand over the curve of her hip, Ricky stroked her labia to coat his finger with her juices.
“You,” Paula replied, without hesitation. “My body belongs to you.”
The sudden and deep thrust of his fingers took her breath away, his thumb jammed against her swollen clit.
“Yet, you happily gave it to other men.”
Watching his reflection, needing to read his expression, as he stepped to her side, she found the epitome of cool control.
Searing pain came from the slap of the cool leather to her butt cheeks, stinging her skin before sending the hot ache through her body. Simultaneous sensations of pleasure and pain fought to take control of her, leaving her with a lingering feeling of sweet agony.
Her body wouldn’t allow her to protest her innocence, all her energy spent on the trembling sensations that clenched her insides.
The pressure of his hand at her crotch increased, forcing her to take a step back just as the paddle lashed against her skin again. She heard it coming, the paddle creating a rushing sound as it sliced through the air, but it was no less of a shock.
Fixing her with a hard stare, he leanedleant close to her ear. “You wanted them to fuck you.”
The assertion was enough to make her find her voice, turning to face him before replying with a whispered ‘no’.
Looking into his eyes, she knew the moment that she wouldn’t be punished for her defiance. He swept her up into his arms as he smothered her mouth with his, carrying her to the bed. His tongue was as insistent as his rigid shaft jabbing her labia through his trousers.
Ricky threw her onto the bed, looking down at her as he undressed.
“Your body is moulded to mine, Paula,” he asserted. “No other man is ever going to fit you.”
She didn’t need to see the look in his eyes to know that his words were true—it was something she had realised long ago. Her deep need for him meant she had to work hard to stop herself from reaching out to him.
Spreading her thighs as he climbed onto the bed, he nestled his powerful frame between them. Watching her face, Ricky manoeuvred his pelvis to thrust his cock between the confines of her folds.
The explosive sensation that coursed through her arched her back, the top of her head pressing into the pillow and her breasts presented to him. He took her nipple into his mouth, heightening her ecstasy by firmly pulling her stiff bud into the warm confines between his lips.
Holding himself over her body, there were inches separating them but she still felt the heat radiating from his skin. Knowing it might be her only opportunity to look into his eyes, she took advantage of it. The couple gazed at each other as their bodies moved together with the same rhythm.
The gratification that came from the waves of heat flowing through her was immeasurable, nothing she had ever experienced before could compare. Recollections from every conversation they’d had came back to her, every powerful sensation accumulating to send her higher. Surrendering her body to everything he had to offer, every craving she had ever felt was satisfied.
The muscles in Ricky’s shoulders flexed as he moved to grip her wrists, holding them above her head as his movements intensified. Each thrust of his hips was delivered with sufficient power to bounce her body as his cock slid deeper.
“Only I can make you come.”
Before he finished the sentence, energy began to gather within her to make his words true. Heat raced through her body like bolts of lightning, crashing together in an intense explosion. It took control and, for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. There was only silence as she gave what his body demanded, her cry ringing out with his as they came together.
Paula had forgotten about the rope until he retrieved the red bundle from where it had fallen on the floor. She looked back up at him as he stood next to the bed, unravelling the rope.
Completely exposed to his gaze, a satisfying feeling of pride filled her chest when she noticed his eyes drift down her body. It heightened when he knelt next to her to slip the rope around her neck.
He worked silently and methodically, manipulating her body to secure the rope around her body. Seemingly unaware that every slight touch had an effect on her, his attention was held by the intricate rope design that would limit her movements.
By contrast, Paula could concentrate on him, relishing every smooth stroke of the rope or touch of his hand. Though unaware of his full intention, she was happy to wait to find out if it meant being in a position where he could admire her replete body.
Desperate for a sign that he was pleased, she searched his face just as he gave her a lingering glance that spoke volumes. She would have suffered the consequences of reaching out to hold him, had her arms not been pinned to her sides.
Satisfied with his work, Ricky rolled her over to lie on her front, gripping her hips to manipulate her body to leave only her bottom in the air.
The smooth caress of his fingers between the cleft of her cheeks made her tremble, eagerly anticipating his action. “Time for that tight little hole of yours to get some attention.”
She breathed a deep sigh of pleasure as he slowly slid his finger into her back passage, leaning over her body as he plunged deeper.
“Like I said, Scarlet, I always get what I want.”
The bed shifted with his movement and he was gone. Her position prevented her from seeing where he was going or what he was doing. She knew he would return.
Similarly, he didn’t see her smile or hear her whispered reply.
“So do I.”
About the Author
In her early thirties and a born and bred Londoner, Shermaine Williams has loved reading since she was a child. She began writing relatively recently after becoming bored with the career that came after finishing university.
She writes contemporary erotic romance, telling tales of characters that she hopes people can see themselves in. She gets inspiration from the most unassuming acts that people all around her don’t realise they are performing. Stories with a twist always get her attention.
In addition to fiction, she also writes other pieces that are positively mundane by comparison.
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