“Fucking beautiful.” His voice was almost a sigh; had she been crying, she was certain she wouldn’t have heard him. The look on his face told her he believed what he was saying, despite her certainty that she was probably a watery, snively horror.
Kissing her roughly, he reached over her head and pulled a second set of chains over her.
“Bend your knees, sub,” he commanded. She quickly lifted them, thinking it displayed her even more obscenely than when her legs had merely been splayed around him. Grasping her calf, he took one of the small belts and tightened it around her thigh, just above her knee. Her eyes flew wide open, but she didn’t speak. The target of her lesson was still throbbing against the sheets, after all. After fastening the second belt on her other thigh, he tilted her leg back and fastened it to the chain. Her ass was lifted from the bed as he secured the second restraint.
She was spread open before him, the crimson skin of her ass and thighs visible, as well as her pussy and the little puckered rose of her ass. She couldn’t have been more open if she’d tried.
Releasing his cock, he sheathed himself and smiled down at her.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking you, sub.” He trailed a finger through her moisture, and she arched in response. “Something tells me you will too. Since you’ve already had a little snippet of a release, you should be able to wait until I give you permission. Don’t test me on that, Victoria. You won’t enjoy that lesson at all.” He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked.
“I think I need a little taste first.”
He lowered his head and pulled her lips apart, running his tongue over her clit once before laving the tender skin that they’d shaved only that morning. She arched and moaned in response.
Kissing her pussy as if it was a mouth, he slipped his tongue inside her and murmured his enjoyment. The vibrations against her throbbing clit sent her even higher. He sucked her labia into his mouth and bit gently. She squealed.
With a final lick across her exposed clit, he rose and pressed his cock against her entrance. She closed her eyes and sighed in anticipation.
“Look at me, slut. I want you to know it’s me. Fucking you. Taking you. Making you come again and again.” His face was a hard mask, his eyes dark with arousal. He grasped her calves and thrust inside of her in a single hard stroke.
She let out a sharp intake of breath. He stilled for a moment, and she relaxed.
Slowly he pulled out, and then just before he left her completely, he thrust back in again. In. Out. He leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking until she was arching her back to give him more of her. He switched to the other breast and pinched and pulled, his attentions just short of painful. Her pussy gripped him tighter.
“Not yet, naughty girl. Not until I say. Think of something else. Concentrate.”
She whimpered and tried to pull back from him, a worthless attempt since she was almost completely immobile as he rode her and nipped her tender flesh.
He sat up and used his hands to continue to tease her breasts, squeezing and tormenting her nipples until they were a dark burgundy. Trailing one hand to her clit, he began to stroke his fingers along the sides of the throbbing bundle of nerves in time with his slow thrusts. She struggled to keep control. This was a test, and she so wanted to do as he commanded. Vicki wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
“Oh please. Sir. Please,” she whimpered.
“Beg me, dirty girl. Tell me you want my hard cock to pound your pussy. That you want me to fuck you until you can’t think. Let me hear your mouth say filthy words, like the horny, dirty girl you are.” He kept his thrusts maddeningly steady, driving her closer and closer but not taking her over the edge. He licked his finger and went back to teasing her clit, tickling the exposed tip and making her shriek.
“I-I can’t. I’m sorry, but—”
He stilled. “Don’t you tell me can’t, sub. You’re my dirty little sub. Show me how dirty you are.” She exhaled and tried to calm herself, and he gave her a small smile of approval.
Then his cock was moving more forcefully and her mind was reeling.
“Oh, please. Please, sir. I want you. Your…your cock in me. Fuck me hard. Please.”
His finger pressed harder. “Tell me you’re my filthy sub.”
The force of his movement inside her was making her grunt. She felt like a dirty, filthy girl, and she realized it was exactly what she wanted to be in that moment.
“I’m your filthy sub. I’m yours. Please, Sir. Please let me come.” She was practically crying with want. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. “Oh, God, please. I’m your naughty sub.” As she said the words, admitted she was a submissive—his submissive—her body tensed, her orgasm ready to detonate with its force whether he granted her permission or not. It was a rush like she’d never experienced before.
“Good girl,” he praised her with a growl. “Come for me, my dirty girl. Show me what a good come slut you are.” The words he spoke to her inflamed her, and the world dissolved around her. She was nothing but shock waves and explosions from her pussy to her breasts, the sensation bouncing back and forth between them like a pinball. The pounding in her pussy continued, and she heard him shout his release before collapsing on top of her.
They lay there, panting, the obscene position of her legs not even registering in her consciousness. The complete emotional overload of her orgasm had transported her. He came to his senses before she did, and he quickly released her bindings.
He lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms, placing tiny kisses on her eyes, her cheeks, her hair—whatever he could reach.
“Mine,” he whispered. She looked up at him, still looking slightly dazed, and smiled. “You said you were mine.”
She snuggled into his arms. “Is this the aftercare part? I think I’m going to like this part a lot.”
He lifted her chin and kissed her deeply, opening her mouth to him and exploring it with his tongue. She shivered in his arms, and he pulled away, chuckling lightly.
“Baby, I think you’re going to like everything a lot.” His eyes danced with excitement. “But you didn’t answer me about saying you were mine.”
She grinned mischievously and batted her eyelashes. “But, Sir, you didn’t ask me a question.”
“Really? Is that so, sub?” For a moment, his eyes locked on her in what she’d come to think of as his dom stare, but he couldn’t hold it. They softened and crinkled at the corners with his smile. “I could tell from the outset you were going to be trouble.”
She nodded, which made him laugh out loud. “Yes, Sir, but I’ll be your trouble, right?”
“Oh, yes, sweetheart. All mine.”
Loose Id Titles by Catherine Gardiene
Mission Statement
Catherine Gardiene
Cat Gardiene spends her days behind a desk and her nights in front of a laptop, but struggles to understand why she doesn’t have a better tan or a firmer ass. A lover of theatre, books, music, and alpha males, not necessarily in that order, she is a proud resident of New York City, where all four are available within a ten-block radius of any corner she finds herself…well, perhaps not the alpha males. But she can always score an excellent cappuccino.
Her writing career began in elementary school, when she and her friends would write fan-fiction for a series she refuses to disclose, but says rhymes with Blarsky and Dutch. Since then, her male characters have become more handsome and her dialogue more suggestive, but her obsession with cops and Hollywood continues. As she did then, she credits her friends with giving her the courage and the stamina to write, and her readers with providing the greatest gift of all—feedback. Write to her at [email protected] and share your thoughts. She’s practically OCD about responding.
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