Chapter 9
“Okay, I’m getting ready to go in. Try to relax.” Clint’s cock is buried in my pussy, and I feel the dildo he’s holding breach my rosette. As he shoves it in, he withdraws his shaft, then alternates over and over. Controlling my moaning isn’t even possible anymore. “Doing okay?”
“Yeah, oh god, Master, it’s so good!” I’ve never done anything like this. What’s more, I find it unbelievably arousing that we’re in bed and having sex at eleven o’clock in the morning. It feels like we’re skipping school or work. “Oh god. Please don’t stop doing that, okay?”
“Won’t. I’m about to change it, though. Both will go in and out at the same time. It’ll hurt the first few times, but it’ll get better.”
I start to say something when his dick and the dildo both stroke into me at the same time and I cry out, “Sweet mother of god, fuck me!” and shudder all over. My fingers are gripping the sheets furiously, and I feel like I’m going to split apart. “Oh god! Oh, it burns!” He slaps me on the ass with his free hand. “Oh god, Master, fuck me hard!” I can’t stop myself from crying out. It’s easily the greatest fucking I’ve ever gotten.
“I’m turning up the volume. Let me hear your pleasure, sub.” He starts a more vigorous pumping and I’m lost in the deliciousness of the pain. I’m stretched to the max, so much so that I can barely breathe. He’s working his cock and that dildo and I don’t want it to ever stop. Then he reaches his free hand around me and starts to stroke my clit.
“Oh, god, Master, no! Please, oh no, please? Oh, god, fuck me, no, no, no. Yes! Oh, yeahhhhhh!” I’m squirming in my need, wanting more and afraid at the same time. The building of the orgasm is fast and furious.
Above my cries I hear, “Come for me, sub!” and my body turns loose. He’s pounding his shaft and the dong into me hard and deep, and my cunt tries to clamp down but it can’t – it’s stretched too tight. I’m screaming out over and over, and he keeps going until I’m hoarse and shaking all over, then stops rubbing my clit, drops the dildo, and leans down onto my back. “I take my pleasure now, sub,” he whispers to me as he wraps both arms around my waist and starts to hunch me like a wild animal mating. It’s raw and primal and exhilarating. His balls slap my clit as he pounds into my warmth and wetness, then squeezes me even tighter and grunts his climax into me, banging my cervix as he does. He shoves in as far as he can go and shakes me with his efforts to drain his essence completely into me. Then he falls onto my back and lies there, arms around my waist.
My arms are shaking from weakness and from resting on them for so long, not to mention his body weight. Once he’s beside me on the bed, he grabs me and yanks me down onto him, wrapping his arms around me. “How was that, Vännan? Was that good?”
“Oh, god, Master, that was incredible.” I’m still burning, but it’s a good burn.
“Wait until next time. Maybe next time you can be with me and . . . with two Doms,” he corrects himself. My heart sinks. Two Doms, neither one of whom is him.
“Yeah, that would be great,” I say, trying to fake excitement. This is my ninth day with him and he’s still just as distant as he was the very first day. Warmer, yeah, but still distant. “Can I go to the bathroom, Master?”
“Sure! Go on,” he says and slaps my ass as I get up. I go to the bathroom, pee, and throw some water on my face. When I go back to the bed, he’s lying there, propped up on one elbow, and he smiles as he sees me come back.
“What?” I ask.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful and sexy you are? You’re poetry in motion,” he says, patting the bed beside him.
“Poetry in motion, Sir? Perhaps you haven’t seen me walk in heels!” I laugh. It’s true; I’m a lot of things, but graceful isn’t one of them. I drop down on the bed beside him and prop myself to mirror his position, putting my face just inches from his.
“I have, and you’re still poetry in motion. You’ve learned so much, Trish. I’m so impressed with you.” Impressed enough to collar me?, I wonder. Nope. I’m pretty sure that’s the right answer to that question.
“Thank you, Master. You’re a good teacher.”
He acts like he’s not sure what to say. Finally, he answers, “Thank you, Trish. I’m trying, really I am.”
“I know, Master. It’s not even noon. What are we doing for the rest of the day?”
“I need a new car. I wanted to go look at some. Want to go with me?” he asks, running a finger up and down my arm.
“Sure! That sounds like fun, Sir.” Cars. I love cars. This will be great.
“Okay. I’ll pick out your clothes. No panties, no bra. And stilettos.” I groan. “But they make your legs look über sexy.”
“Oh! Well, in that case, maybe I need a couple more pairs, Master!”
“Maybe you do.” Before I can get up out of the bed, he presses me down, pins me by my shoulders, and looks down into my face. “We’ll eat while we’re out and when we get back, I plan to fuck you in the back yard. What do you say to that, sub?”
“Neighbors?”
“Yeah, we can invite them if you want.” He grins.
“No! I mean, won’t your neighbors complain, Sir?”
“They’re not home during the day. We’ll be alone. Unless one of them is playing hooky, and then they could get a worse show, don’t you think?” He leans down and kisses me. His lips lock with mine and I’m lost in their warmth and softness. When he rises back up, I reach up and kiss him, just a peck. One hand comes up and strokes the side of my face. “You’re really something, know that?”
“Yeah, but what?” I laugh.
“A bratty sub! You’d better get in that shower, bratty sub, or I’ll have to spank your ass!” I wiggle out from under him and head for the shower. As I run I hear him say, “And a fine ass it is too.”
I wish I hadn’t heard that. Now I only want him more.
He rolls off me and onto his back in the sunlight. I’m in the shade of a small tree, and he scoots over so he’s in the shade too. His arm stretches out and I pull myself to him, curling against his side, waiting for an arm to wrap around me. It does. I’m naked in his back yard on a quilt and I feel completely safe. When I kiss his chest, he pulls my face up and kisses my mouth. My arm stretches across his chest and around him and, before I know what’s happening, he’s rolled to face me and his cock slides into my slit, still slick and ready from the previous fucking. He rocks against me and I meet his rhythm, letting it soothe both of us.
As we continue to rock against each other, he takes his free hand and strokes my hair, my face, my neck, down my chest, my breasts, down my ribcage and my stomach, and stops to stroke my mons gently. The desire between us is like a vapor permeating everything, soaking into our skin, making its way into our lungs, into our very being. I’m almost lightheaded just from his pressure inside me, and every time he lets go a low, soft moan, every muscle below my waist constricts, tightening around him and making him moan even more. It feels so right, so tender and sweet, and I want to fuck him like this all afternoon and on into the night. “Oh, god, Master, it’s so good.”
“I know. You’re such a joy to make love to, Trish. I don’t want to stop.” Oh my god, those are almost my own words spoken back to me!, I think, remembering when I’d said them to him. He leans in and kisses me, and I’m lost in that kiss, melting into him, wanting him, needing him.
“Oh, god, Clint, your cock is so powerful.” The minute the words are out of my mouth, he shoves a palm behind my head and pulls my mouth to his, kissing me hard and long, his tongue exploring everywhere, thrashing against my tongue, drinking me in, and I let him. I let his passion pour into me, down deep and strong, and wish for more, long for more.
When he pulls back, he kisses my forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, and then plants another one on my lips. This one is soft and gentle, like a whisper, and I hold very still to enjoy it in its simplicity. Breaking the kiss, he says softly, “Hearing you say my name while I pump into you sets me on
fire, Vännan. I can’t get enough.” He kisses me again and my arms wind around his neck, where they stay for at least another hour as we press our bodies together and come over and over.
This is what I was looking for. I want to bond with Clint Winstead. But I’m still not sure he wants to bond with me.
Tuesday morning is beautiful. He wanted me in his bed all night, and now I’m sucking cock like a maniac. He’s groaning and thrusting his hips and I’m excited just watching how excited he is. I take it down deep and with the third drop he cries out, “Oh, god, Vännan, your mouth is so damn good. Suck me, baby! Oh, yeah . . . oh my god, harder, babe. Suck it harder, babe, oh god.” I wish I could smile around the big, rigid thing, because I really, really want to.
He takes my head in his hands and starts to pound into my throat, and I take it, my nose and eyes running, letting him use my mouth the same way he uses my pussy and my ass, crazy and frantic and deep. Huge and steely, it gets harder still, and I know he’s getting ready to fill my throat. “Oh, god, Vännan, I’m coming. Suck it down, baby, drink it.” He floods my throat, my mouth, choking me, drowning me, and once I’ve finally managed to swallow it all, I start licking his shaft like a lollipop, circling the head with my tongue, making him moan and shake. He pops up onto his knees, pulls me up against him, and kisses me, working to taste himself in my mouth, and I share freely.
“Good, Master?” I pant when he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine.
“Oh, little sub, yeah. You’re good, very, very good.” He grins at me. “I’ve got a surprise for you later. It will be very not vanilla. I’ll expect you to follow protocol to the letter.”
“What, Master? Tell me!” I cry out, tickling his ribs and making him squirm.
“No! It won’t be a surprise if I tell you now. But be assured, it’s pretty spectacular. Let’s eat some breakfast.”
“Can I get out of your bed, Master?” I ask sarcastically.
“No. You’re trapped here,” he laughs and tickles me back. I shriek. “Get your ass into the bathroom and get cleaned up, missy, and do your anal prep while you’re at it. Then get to the kitchen – I’m hungry.” He heads off to his bathroom and I watch his fine, fine ass retreating across the room. He calls back, “Are you staring at my ass?”
“Me, Master? Why would you think that?” I giggle.
“No reason. Except I’d be staring at yours if it was the other way around. So I just assumed . . .”
“Not conceited, are you, Master?” I laugh.
He laughs back. “Nope. Just convinced.”
I wander down the hallway to my bathroom. I hope this surprise is a good one.
Just as I start to step into the shower, my cell rings: Ron. “What the fuck do you want?” I snarl into it when I answer.
“Where the hell are you? I’ve been over here four days in a row and can’t catch you at home.” He sounds like he’s eating something. My food, I’m sure.
“None of your damn business.”
“Some little old ladies’ crocheting circle? Tea with the girls? Shopping for lingerie at the granny panty store?” he laughs.
I’ll show you, motherfucker. “I’m at a man’s house. Having an adventure.” I wait. He doesn’t disappoint.
“A man? What man?”
I’m working hard to keep from laughing. “A man I just met a while back. I’m staying with him for two weeks.” I think about it for only a nanosecond before I say, “I’m getting ready to take a shower. I just sucked his cock for about, oh, forty-five minutes. I’m surprisingly good at it.”
I hear this choking sound. “You did what? For forty-five minutes?”
“Yeah, you heard me.” Now I’m really having to fight to keep from laughing. “His is big and hard. Makes yours look like a seventh-grader’s.”
“And I guess you’re having sex with him?” he asks, and I can tell he doesn’t believe me.
“Actually, I am. In the back yard. Oh, yeah, and yesterday he double penetrated me with his dick and a huge dildo. And I liked it. He taught me to do anal prep so I’ll be clean as a whistle when he wants to fuck my ass.” I hear an honest-to-god choking sound now. “And the other day he took me on a hike, and when we got to the edge of the lake, he told me to get undressed and get down on my knees and suck him. Then he fucked me on a giant rock, right there in the open, and three hikers came along and watched him fuck me. It was very exciting.”
Then I hear him snicker. “Oh, is that right? That’s quite a story, Trish. So this guy is some kind of sex god?”
“Yes. And I’m a sex goddess. And you can believe me or you don’t have to.” I can tell he doesn’t believe me at all.
I hear a sound behind me and turn to see Clint standing in the doorway, and he’s grinning from ear to ear. He points to the phone, then to his ring finger, and I nod. Next thing I know, he’s standing behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, and he says, so close to the phone that Ron can hear, “Hey, baby, hurry up and get your shower and I’ll fuck you in the back seat of the car. Whaddya say?”
I whisper back loudly enough for Ron to hear, “Oooooo, sounds delicious! But would you fuck me in the shower first? I’ve never done that. My old man was sooooo boring.” Clint makes a big production out of kissing me with enough “smack” that Ron’s sure to be able to hear.
There’s silence, and then Ron asks, “Trish, who is that?”
“None of your goddamn business, asshole.” Clint kisses the side of my neck and I giggle.
“Who’s on the phone, princess? My cock is lonely for that hot, wet, tight little cunt of yours. Hang up so we can get on with the fuckathon, please?” I turn to look into Clint’s face and he looks like a naughty little boy, a huge grin stretching his lips, so big that his eyes are squeezed shut. It’s all I can do to keep from laughing right out loud. The playful side of him is poking out all over.
“Ron, I’ve got to go. What I’ve got going on here is far more interesting than this dreary conversation. I told you before, you take anything of mine and I’ll hunt your sorry ass down. Now leave me alone.” I hit end before he can say anything else, and Clint roars with laughter.
“Thanks, Master! Thanks for playing along. You have no idea how good that felt,” I grin and kiss him.
“Wow – I’m a sex god. Who knew?” he laughs.
“You know that already. You’re my sex god, Master,” I grin and kiss his cheek.
“And you’re my cock-sucking, all-night-fucking sex goddess, Vännan!” he chuckles. “Was that who I think it was?”
“Yes. And we gave him something to think about for awhile,” I chuckle.
“Is this your way of getting back at him? Will you take him back?” Out of nowhere, Clint sobers. There’s something sad on his face.
I stroke his cheek. “No, Master. I’m done with him. I’m looking for something far more exciting.”
“Then get done with your shower and I’ll bring your search to an end, sub.” He kisses me hard, then turns me toward the shower and slaps the cheek of my ass as he leaves the room.
I do a little heart check. Yeah, it’s official.
I’m in love with Clint Winstead.
I’m sitting in the living room, making notes in my journal, when he walks in, magnificently naked. His huge, purple rod is standing at attention, bobbing with its own pulse, and I want it to have my attention. It’s a beautiful thing.
“I’m hard and ready for you, Vännan. Your body is my plaything. Are you ready to please me?” The formality of this scene is more than edgy; this is the moment when he stops being Clint or Sir and becomes my Master. I keep my eyes down and nod breathlessly, so turned on that I’m almost twitching all over. “I want you to remain silent throughout this experience. Not a sound.” There’s a part of me that’s glad I’m ordered into silence because I’m so aroused that if I could speak, I would probably humiliate myself.
He motions for me to follow, then turns and strolls into his bathroom with me right behind him; tha
t ass is perfection, and I’m getting wet just watching him walk in front of me. His shower stall is huge, lined with dark tile and adorned with metallic accents, and it has an enormous bench built into the back wall. Placed on the bench is a medium-sized storage tub. He opens the wide, tempered-glass door and motions for me to follow. Ah, sex in the shower, just like I asked. This’ll be good.
When I join him in his tiled sanctuary, he spreads a large, plush towel on the bench and takes a seat. His enormous manhood is still vibrating with its own pulse, a pearly drop of pre-cum greeting me on its velvety head.
“Turn with your back to me.” I don’t waste any time doing so. “Hands on the floor.” I bend and place my hands as far onto the floor as I can manage. There’s a snap of a bottle cap, and in a few seconds, cold lube drips down the crack of my ass. I hear the bottle snap shut, and then he starts to rim my anus with his finger. He pumps a finger in and out of me, then two. After a minute or so, he replaces the two with three and I almost moan; it’s hard not to. I feel him try to spread the three fingers apart and the stretch that accompanies his effort. The burn is fearsome and delicious.
Then he pulls his fingers out. “Nice and tight.” He stands and grips my hip with one hand. I can feel his cock head against my tiny hole, and then he’s pressing in. The only way I can keep silent is to bite my lip, which I do – hard. He sinks into me slowly, but then his work takes a forceful turn, and the pressure and pain are intense as he forces his way through my ring of muscles. “I’ve used your ass over and over, but you’re still tight like an anal virgin. Amazing.” His words come out almost as a groan, and they snatch the breath from my lungs. “You use red as your safeword, correct?” When I nod again, he pulls back, then rams into my ass.
I fight to keep my voice paralyzed. He draws back out and plows in again, striking deep inside my constriction, both hands gripping my hips. A tear escapes my eye, but I hold firm. When he’s completely in me up to his balls, he whispers, “Stand up.” His arms go around my waist and he takes one step backward, then sits down on the bench with me firmly impaled on his shaft.
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