by Jade White
The tips of his fingers clawed under the top of her dress and pulled down her top, releasing her caged breasts. They burst free and she smiled at the feeling as she stood naked in full view of the neighbors. This was what she wanted. This was what she was craving from him. The animal was coming out to play. His fingers trembled, quaking in lust as they cupped her naked breasts, squishing and feeling them, pinching her nipples between his fingers as she moaned and begged him for more.
“Squeeze them, baby,” she begged him, feeling his fingers obliging her in the most compassionate and feral way possible.
She loved it. Between his index finger and his thumb, he rolled her nipples and pinched them, sending jolts of pain through her body as she squirmed and felt everything suddenly get bathed in a chill of excitement. She wanted more from him.
He turned her around and looked at her bare chest, staring at them with such a mesmerized expression on his face that she thought that this might have actually captivated him and entranced him. He stared with bewildered delight at her breasts before he pounced with such speed and tenacity that she let out a little scream of excitement as he pulled her closer to him, cupped her left breast and flicked her nipple with his tongue. The warmth, the wetness, all of it was more than she could have wanted. She moaned and felt like she was melting in his hands. She felt like goo or putty in his hands. As he licked her nipple, squeezing her breast tightly, she thought she might actually see the light in this perfect moment. This was going exactly where she wanted it to.
“God, you’re amazing,” he said, stepping back from her and looking at her.
She smiled and posed for him, letting him take in her breasts and her disheveled appearance. Everything about her seemed to register positively with him. He looked at her and grinned like a jackal in front of his prey. She liked that look. She wanted him to get wild. She wanted him to command her and make her do whatever it was he wanted. She was here for him and she was begging him with her wide, large eyes to have her in any way that he wanted. After all, that was what she had promised him and she was going to definitely make good on her promises to him.
As he approached her, he reached down and unbuckled his belt, flipping the leather straps aside before he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock for her. She got a good look at it in the pale light of the outside world, flooding into the gloom and letting her look at the long, cock in his hands. It looked longer than she had felt when she had been dancing and grinding up against him. As she stood there, she looked at him and reached out for his cock.
He slapped her hand away and she grinned at him as he shook his head slowly, warning her that this wasn’t what he wanted. She giggled. God, she liked this. He reached out for her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. Slowly, she rested her knees on the carpet of the living room and looked eye to eye with his cock, staring at how long and how glorious it was. She couldn’t help but fantasize what it would be like to have that cock inside of her. How incredible would it be to have it teasing her pussy, prodding at her lips? She smiled and looked up at him with submissive eyes. He wanted to be the master and she was going to give him everything he wanted.
“Can I touch it?” she asked him softly.
He nodded to her and she gently reached up and brushed his hard, rigid cock with the tips of her fingers, feeling how stiff and powerful it was. In her hands, when she squeezed it, she felt like she was trying to squeeze a rock. It wouldn’t give or move in the slightest, standing strong and immovable to her. She grinned and stroked it a few times, watching him put his hands on his hips and gaze down at her, his eyelids barely fluttering, but she could tell he was enjoying it.
She could tell he wanted more, but she wasn’t quite ready to give it to him. She kept stroking him, giving him more of the thrilling jolts of excitement and the lull of the amazing strokes. She knew how to take care of him, how to be firm, but not to be harsh. She knew how to make sure he was feeling everything that he wanted to feel and wasn’t getting hurt by the sensations. She knew there was an art to stroking a man and eventually, all men wanted you to put your lips around the head of their cock and to lick them.
When she stuck out her tongue and tenderly pressed it to the tip of his head, barely touching it as she circled the tip of his cock with her tongue, she watched him smile and exhale loudly. She liked that. She liked the power she had over him right now. No matter how much he thought he was in control, there was no denying the woman was always the one in charge. As she licked the head of his cock, she drew it in deeper and deeper to her mouth, feeling her lips brushing against the head of his cock, taking it in and then wrapping her lips around it, licking and working the head of his cock, taking him deeper and deeper inside of her mouth. She couldn’t see him right now, but she knew he was excited and enjoying it. She could hear his groans and his excitement. His hand fell from his side and she could feel the tips of his fingers running along her scalp, slicing through her hair and ripping the back of her head, pulling her closer to him and getting her to take his cock deeper into her mouth.
She knew she had a good gag reflex and that his cock could go all the way to the back of her mouth before she would even get worried about it. She had learned, once upon a time, the key to controlling and maintain a strong gag reflex. She just took her time and patiently let his cock slip deeper into her mouth until it felt like it was going to go down her throat. She groaned and slowly reached down, letting her hand slip up her dress and brushing the lips of her pussy. She was wet and warm, eager for him to finally pay attention to her. As she worked his cock, she rubbed her clit, feeling the excitement building inside of her, growing as she rubbed and played with herself. She watched as he finally threw his head back, his fingers gripping the back of her head tightly and ferociously as he leaned back his head and groaned.
Oksana didn’t try to pull out and she didn’t try to step back but it was strange for her to experience this. She had never had a man blow his load inside of her mouth. They always wanted to shoot their load over her face or her chest, like they were marking her like a tree or some kind of territory. But Mike, he wanted her to take it and as she felt the molten, steaming sperm inside of her mouth, she didn’t have a choice. She felt it slipping down her throat and smiled. It was delicious. He tasted amazing. As he pulled his cock out of her, she made sure her lips were around his cock, taking everything off of it that she could.
As he stumbled back and looked at her, she smiled, wiping her lips and slipping her fingers inside of herself one last time. She stood up and looked at Mike. “How was it?” she asked him, genuinely wanting to know what he thought of her performance. If he didn’t like it, then she would practice on him, trying harder and harder to give him everything he could possibly want from her.
He was grinning and breathing heavily as he leaned against the wall, looking at her. “Amazing,” he uttered, breathlessly.
“What would you like to do now?” she asked him, standing up effortlessly, letting him get a good view up her dress at her soaking pussy, begging for action. She wanted to know how long until he’d recovered and she prayed that it wouldn’t be long. She smiled and pulled her dress back up, covering her breasts and walking toward him.
“Keep your heels on,” he said to her, standing back up and recovering himself, “but I want your dress off.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked him with a smile on her lips.
Reaching under her arm, she felt the tab of the zipper and pulled it down, unzipping the side of her dress so that she could slip out of it easily. As the dress slowly slipped form her body, she stood in front of him, letting it crumple and pool at her feet before she stepped out of it, still in her heels and in her bangles. She was exactly the same, only someone had magically made her dress fall off. She grinned and ran her hands over her body, posing for him, watching as his exhausted cock began to twitch and come back to life.
Mike turned around and grabbed a prop that he’d set up before Will had even left and she smiled
at it. It was a pair of handcuffs, padded, of course, but handcuffs that were ready for naked, eager wrists. She smiled and liked it. Walking toward him, she stretched out her arms and presented her milky white wrists for him to bind. He didn’t make a single expression as he approached her, clamping the cuffs down on her wrists and she smiled as he tightened them.
He took the lead of the leash that held the cuffs and tied it to the stone mantle and made sure she was stuck by the fireplace. Grabbing a few pillows, he tossed them down on the fireplace for her to get comfortable and for her to lean against, but she wasn’t interested in sitting quite yet. In fact, she was very eager to see what he had on his mind. He walked up to her, cupping her breast and kissing her passionately on the lips as he tightened the leash. She smiled as the hand cupping her breast slowly worked its way down her stomach and to her pussy, brushing the lips of her wet, hungry pussy, begging for her to pay attention to it. She wanted him to lick her so badly, but she could see he had other things on his mind.
He walked to the fridge and she watched as he opened up the freezer and pulled out a metal pail and walked toward her, setting it down on the coffee table and she could see the ice cubes inside of it. She felt a twitch of excitement deep inside of her. She wanted him to play with her, to do everything he wanted with her. She was going to give him every last thing he wanted. She smiled and stuck out her ass for him and he looked at her, taking her in and inspecting her calmly, admiring every aspect of her body. He grabbed her ass cheek and gripped it tightly before he slapped it and she smiled, letting out a little yelp and feeling the sting on her cheek. God, she wanted more of that. She wanted everything tonight. She was insatiable.
“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” Mike told her with a serious, stern voice that made her a little nervous, which in turn made her only more exited. She liked the way he was talking to her. She wanted more of that. She liked the soft pain and the fear that was inside of her. She wanted him to keep this up.
“Yeah?” She raised an eyebrow. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Teach you how to be a good girl,” he said, grabbing her chin and kissing her fiercely.
She could feel his lip between hers and she took it between her teeth, biting it and holding it firmly between her teeth. She could feel his body shake with a chuckle as he instinctively reached out and his hand found the lips of her pussy, her weak spot. He rubbed her clit, taking it between two of his fingers and rubbing it, sending an earthquake of pleasure throughout her body. She let go of his lip and smiled as he stepped back, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth.
“You’re naughty.”
“I told you as much,” she said.
He slapped her ass and she gave a little yelp, grinning as she soaked up the sting of it. She watched as he walked toward the ice cubes in the metal pail. As she watched him select the perfect ice cube, she felt the excitement rising inside of her, building as he held it in his fingers. The droplets racing down his thumb as he held it out to her. She smiled as he brought it closer and closer.
When it kissed the inside of her thighs, she writhed and moaned at the sensation running through her legs. It was more powerful than anything she had ever experienced before. It was mighty and unforgiving. She moaned at the feeling as he traced the ice cube across the inside of her thighs, coming dangerously close to the lips of her pussy. She squeezed her legs together and yelped excitedly. It felt so wonderful, so exciting and she was giggly all over. The ice cube was some kind of tantric kiss of the frigid world and she loved it. She loved the way it made her body pucker and how it made her feel so vulnerable, when all he had was just a cube of ice.
She giggled as he slowly ran it up her thigh and over her stomach. She grinned as it made its way, taking a journey north, higher and higher until she could feel it over her ribs and touching the underside of her breast. She flinched and squirmed with the sensation, giggling and joyously feeling it infiltrating her very core, her very body. It was powerful, magnificent, and it was making her hornier than she thought possible. As she grinned and felt the ice cube circling her breast, she noticed it was spiraling closer and closer to her nipples, making its move, making its play toward the center of her breast, the focus of his attention.
The cold was working wonders on her body and she could feel that her nipples were as alert and stiff as they were ever going to get. The cool night air kissed the frigid trail of water that the cube left on her skin and she smiled. Anyone looking in would see his playful torture of her and she could feel the ice cube beginning to get too small for him to manage it. When it slipped from his fingers and fell to the carpet, he stood there, looking at her as his hand clamped down on her ass, squeezing it tightly and greedily.
“Oops,” he said without any emotion at all. “Looks like we’ll have to start all over again.”
“Mmmm.” She moaned softly, smiling at him as she refused to say anything to him.
She didn’t want to ruin the moment. She loved the delicious terror that was sitting deep inside of her. As he picked up another ice cube, he brought it back up to her thigh and chuckled as her whole body flinched at the sudden greeting of cold and wet on her body. As he moved it over her skin, drawing dangerously close to her pussy again, she realized that he wasn’t slowing down. He wasn’t deviating the course. He was going to collide with the lips of her pussy.
The impact was glorious and as the frigid finger of ice touched the lips of her pussy, she felt her whole body buckling, praying he would keep touching her. She laughed, exhaled, moaned, and screamed all at the same time, her body writhing and trying to adapt to the sudden, freezing cold that had penetrated her, piercing her as it traced the slit of her pussy, teasing her clit cruelly. She laughed and squirmed, hungering for the heat that would inevitably come off of his body and radiate into her. She wanted that warmth. She wanted that heat. All she could think to do was beg him for it.
She knew she was a sucker for him and as he laughed, teasing her with the ice cube, she could feel it moving back over her stomach and hunting down her nipples again. She laughed at the sensation, the suspense that was eating away at her like piranhas. She could feel it nibbling inside of her, breaking down her strength and her will power as it touched her other breast, dry and waiting for the ice cube. As the ice cube found her nipple, she squealed in delight and moaned, trying to fight the urge to scream in pleasure. He laughed and she could feel his warm hand on the cheek of her ass again. He slapped her other cheek and she relished the sting once more, wanting more of that.
When he finally dropped this ice cube, she could see that he was as hard as concrete, as powerful as the sun, and as magnificent as the world itself. She wanted that cock inside of her. She wanted him to give her everything he had. She smiled and chewed on her lower lip, her eyes dancing from his enormous erection to the fiery look in his eyes. He was hungry, too. She could see he wanted it inside of his soul. There was a fire there, craving it. She knew he would be begging her for it soon. She was more than willing to give it to him, but right now, she wanted him to take it.
“Did you learn your lesson?” Mike asked her, his hand finding her wet, freezing pussy lips and rubbing them, sending an electric storm of lust and pleasure throughout her abdomen.
It was so unfair and she leaned her head against her outstretched arms and begged for him to stop teasing her. Why was he so cruel? Why was he being so mean to her? There was nothing she wanted more than to have his cock inside of her, warming her up.
“Yes,” she said with a grin. “Please, give me more.”
He liked that. He liked the idea of her begging for more. She could see it in his eyes as she stuck her ass out, clearly wanting him to take everything he wanted from her. She was ready for him. He gripped his cock and slowly walked around behind her. She parted her legs and widened her stance, ready for him to find her. She closed her eyes and grinned, so excited for what was about to come next. She loved getting fucked and
she loved the sensation of a Shifter’s cock inside of her. All fiery and warm, burning and soothing. She wanted everything his cock had to offer and she was going to get it one way or another. He could tease her all night if he wanted to, but when he fell asleep, she would take it from him. She wasn’t afraid to play dirty.
But she wouldn’t have to. She would never have to take it from him. In fact, as his hands reached around her, feeling her icy clit, she smiled while his other hand guided his cock straight toward her pussy. She could feel the tip of it, like a head of fire, burning and searing as it came near her frozen pussy. She could feel the lips of her pussy go numb as she felt it rubbing along the length of her slit. His shaft teasing her, tantalizing her for more. She was going to do it. She was going to beg for it.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded with him. “Please, fuck me hard!”
“You want it?” he asked her, circling her pussy with the tip of his cock, sending shivers down her back as she tried to grind her hips, tried to push back onto it, but he was too cunning and too fast.
“Yes!” she screamed. “I want you in me so bad!”
Before she could beg for more, she felt the head of his cock pushing through the opening of her pussy and everything went numb inside of her. She was so wet and so hungry for it that he just slipped inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper and she just shuddered and let out a scream at the top of her lungs. Her eyes opened wide and her lips parted in a scream that was stuck on her face; she threw back her head and let everything out.
She could feel his hands clamping down on her hips, stabilizing her and making her ready for everything he was about to offer her. As his cock dove deeper and deeper into her, the initial, slow march inside of her, she thought she was going to orgasm right there. She thought that she was going to feel the first wave hit her, but it didn’t happen. She came close, but something inside of her kept her calm. She moaned, groaning deep inside of her as she chewed on her lower lip and pinched her eyes shut, feeling the length of his cock inside of her. She worked her hips, rotating and grinding, taking his cock for a ride now that it was inside of her. He let out a shuddering moan, something deep inside of him that wasn’t quite ready for that. Her smile turned devious and widened, pleased by what she was hearing. She could feel him, locked inside of her muscles and keeping her pleased.