by Keta Kendric
Stunned, my gasps of excitement fought each other to escape my throat. For the second time tonight, I found myself in nothing but my bra and panties, standing under Ansel’s heated gaze.
He stepped back when he’d destroyed my dress to his satisfaction. His movement freed me and allowed me to force cool calming air into my lungs. Like everything he did, Ansel didn’t rush the process of taking off his blazer and shirt. Once he had them off, I feasted on his shirtless form under the dim lighting.
Being ripped from my dress had already been forgotten. My gaze raked over his right shoulder and arm that presented a sleeve of tattoos. There were a few other tattoos sprinkled over his body, but most were confined to his right arm. Clouded with lust, my eyes were too busy roaming to think about what would happen next.
Rippling muscles, taut abs, and unclothed tanned skin. His well-defined six-foot-three frame had me drooling. A steady vibration floated over my body as the pounding between my legs was in a race with the pounding in my chest.
“Keep your eyes on mine, Gina,” he commanded while his intense gaze steadied mine. The sharp inflection of his voice revealed that I’d been given a command and not a request. It wasn’t easy, but I concentrated on keeping my gaze on his.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered. My voice trembled, so thick with lust, I didn’t recognize it. The buckle of his belt being undone sounded before his zipper slid down. He pulled the belt from his pants and looped it around one hand as his deliberate gaze remained locked on mine. What was he going to do with that belt?
My held breath was released when he decided to toss the belt and tugged at his pants. He had other plans for me. When he bent to take his pants the rest of the way down, I glanced down, helpless to stop myself.
The back of his head and his chiseled back was all that I’d spied in my attempt. My head snapped up so he wouldn’t catch me looking when he returned to his standing position.
He’d freed himself and my curiosity to see his dick was overwhelming. My desire to glance down was so great, I needed a crane to keep my head lifted as I fought to keep my gaze aligned with his.
He made more of the space between us disappear, increasing my need to see what he’d been hiding in his pants. He gripped my hand, much like he had the first day we’d met, and directed it towards the area I fought not to glance at.
My palm opened, and I allowed him to slide my hand down until it swept the top, so warm and hard and velvety. It glided under my hand like a living thing. When I attempted to close my fist all the way, I swallowed a lump of…oh shit!
Ansel gripped my wrist and slid my hand down, inching it over the warm fleshy grooves. Each time I assumed I’d get to the end and reach the head, I didn’t. A mix of confused excitement hit me. Was my mind tricking me into thinking I’d calculated more length than my hand measured?
When my hand slid to the smooth, leaking head, Ansel squeezed his hand around mine to tighten my fingers around it. He took in a deep sip of air that caused my fingers to spring open. I had to see it. I needed to see if what my hand slid down was all of him.
My gaze shot down and my lips fell apart in a wide O. Although his body blocked the majority of the lighting, it didn’t hide what my eyes confirmed. I wasn’t imagining the pole my hand had been caressing.
Ansel placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head so that I could meet his gaze like I was supposed to have been doing in the first place. I’d be punished for disobeying, but I couldn’t help myself.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he stated, confirming what I already knew.
I gulped, unable to think past the image of his dick. Did he have a direct line to the dick gods? It was so pink and thick and long that my mouth went dry, causing my tongue to stick to the roof of my mouth as my lady parts screamed for help.
Ansel gripped my wrist in a tight hold and placed my hand back on his dick. He inched closer, leaving me no other option but to grip it tighter.
His whisper trifled with my earlobe. “Think like the doctor for a moment because she knows that it’s all going in.” He paused letting those words sit in my brain for a second. “Now, I need you to think like my Gina. Gina knows I’m going to stretch that pussy so good that it’s going to explode around my dick and beg for more in the process.”
My knees went weak, and my constricted airway kept me from breathing. My chest rose and fell hard, my heart fighting to keep up with the lust and excitement whirling through me.
18
Regina
Ansel left me to my shock as his gaze lowered and devoured my body. Cool air from a vent I was too seduced to see, swept my shoulders as he slipped his hand along the trembling flesh of my stomach.
My hand still had a firm grip of the large piece of velvet steel he’d introduced me to. As frightened as I was, I couldn’t bear to let it go. Was his plan to force it all inside me going to be my punishment? I hadn’t had sex in seven months, so I would pass out from the pressure and pain.
However, Ansel had other ideas as his hand zipped past my side and picked up the restraints I’d forgotten about. He moved closer, backing me up until my butt bumped the cushiony wall behind me. His swift movement forced me to let go of his dick.
“Give me your hands,” he commanded.
My hands moved up mechanically, my mind so muddled, I worked on impulse. I’d never been cuffed before in any capacity, yet here I was, about to have my hands trapped in these intimidating restraints. The sound of clinking metal pierced the low music I’d just noticed playing in the background.
He secured one restraint on each of my hands. Once he had the thick leather firmly strapped around my wrist, he reached down and took the dangling metal portion of the restraint attached to my left wrist and raised it above my head. A deep inhale shot down my throat when he lifted my hand high above my head, making me inch up on my toes.
My gaze followed his maneuvering and allowed me a glimpse of the thick metal loops built into the wall. Metal clinked around metal as soon as he positioned my hand and locked the metal of the cuff around the metal loop on the wall. On instinct, I tried to snatch my arm free, but it was useless. The dangling metal portion of the restraints on my right hand slapped against my thigh, waiting to be secured.
When he reached for my second hand, reluctance surfaced, but lust won the battle when his lips skimmed the warm flesh of my neck. He knew when to distract me and worked with swift ease to position and lock my hand in place on the wall.
My arms were spread above my head in a Y, and with each pull, the cuffs beat out a metallic tune. He’d cuffed me to the wall like I was a veteran criminal who’d committed a heinous crime.
Although nervous about being restrained, I had bigger problems to stress over. I was standing in my bra and panties, and Ansel had an anaconda waiting to destroy my underused vagina.
Curiosity surfaced when he bent and placed a hand on my inner thigh. He tightened the grip of his hand on my waist as his gaze found mine.
He lifted me like I didn’t weigh a pound, so swift and unexpected a squeaky noise escaped my throat before softness slid across the backs of my thighs. Ansel eased me onto a small velvety platform that he’d pulled from the wall. It was no wider than my ass, stood about a foot from the wall, and left my legs dangling high off the floor.
There were so many tricks and secret little niches and coves in this room, I didn’t know what to expect from one moment to the next.
The sound of clinking metal registered as he checked to ensure I was secured and in place. My heart sank at the notion that I was trapped, and Ansel noticed my dismay with a knowing smirk.
Fear filled my brain to capacity, repeating the nagging reminder that there was no escaping this now. I was in what was likely a soundproof playroom, anchored to the wall by restraints, with a dick the size of Texas aimed right at me.
Ansel bent to pick up something out of my view. He took my ankle in his palm and raised a pair of red heels, as sexy and as dangerous as the ones I’
d left in his living room.
The sensation that sparked when his hand wrapped around my flesh mixed with the hooded gaze he presented while doing it, had lust flaring throughout my body. The cuffs aided in steadying me atop the small platform when he lifted my leg and strapped me into the shoe.
He raised my foot to his mouth and allowed his hot wet tongue to inch along my ankle and continued to lick across the red leather of the shoe, his gaze on me the entire time. The scene was enough to make the fear in me melt away. Ansel was a freak, stamped and certified.
My body remained in a constant state of anticipation. After securing both shoes, he released my legs, ensuring my calves slid through his fingers before letting go.
When the platform I sat on started to rise higher, lifting me, I released a loud, throat-tickling yell. The wall had shifted, keeping me in the same, cuffed position only higher. I was inside my very own sexual science experiment. He’d lifted me high enough so that his mouth was right at my midsection.
He slid his hand up my thighs agonizingly slow. When he reached my panties, I assumed he’d rip them off just as he had my dress, but he didn’t.
He kept his left hand gripping my right thigh, but the other meandered across the material of my panties and over the most heated part of my body. I couldn’t help letting a low moan escape as the building hunger would not be silenced. My fists clenched into tight balls, the restraints keeping them from dropping as my knuckles strained against my skin.
A gradual smile spread across Ansel’s face as he peeled back the material of my wet panties. I swore his sinful ideas were merged into his devious facial expression.
“She is such a beautiful pussy. It’s a shame the things I’m going to do to her.”
He leaned closer, taking a sniff.
“She smells as good as she looks.”
One sharp yank and my wet panties were in his hand before he dropped them on the floor. He’d been so quick about ripping them off that there was no time for surprise.
He gripped my thighs and spread my legs wide with swift purpose. The way I was positioned against the wall, would have made Spider-man envious. I should have been afraid of falling, but his grip on me and the restraints kept me pinned and in place. Hiding was no longer an option. I was so open and exposed my body and pink wet center may has well have been a painting displayed on his wall.
The next thing I knew, his mouth was on me. His tongue strummed my clit with slow tenderness before he stiffened it and let it sink into my throbbing heat. My head fell back against the wall as loud cries of pleasure gave my lungs a workout. His hot mouth and strong tongue were as dominating as his personality and caused me to forget all about proper behavior.
Without having to tell me to do so, my legs spread wider on their own, and his tongue felt as if it were lassoing itself around my clit. It felt so good, I could feel my juices flowing like he’d turned on a faucet. He didn’t tease me with his tongue like he had with his finger, he drank me in, sucking and licking with loud smacks. When his tongue slid deep inside me, I was done.
He paused long enough for his gaze to find mine, his lips a deep pink and dripping wet with my juices.
“I’m going to make your pussy melt in my mouth,” he promised. His words almost enough to send me over the edge.
When he set his mouth back on my juicy heat, he did what he said he’d do. His mouth and tongue action left my mouth hanging open and both my legs trembling. My cries were nothing more than a series of lazy moans that crawled from my throat.
Sweet relief was about to wash away every worry I’d ever had until he stopped cold and left my body a jittery hot mess of wetness. His appreciative gaze landed on my sopping wetness before he licked his lips, keeping the bottom one pinched between his teeth.
“Damn that was good,” he declared, smacking his lips like he’d drank a glass of lemonade. As wet as he’d gotten me, I was sure my juicy flow could have filled up a glass.
My chest bobbed up and down, overwhelmed by the distress he’d set off in me. A yelp of fear escaped when I felt myself being lowered. His exploring hands caressed my waist and kept traveling until they dropped over the globes of my ass.
Too heavy for me to keep open, my hooded gaze lowered when his warm breath washed over my face. A slight tug on my ass registered, right before a low click sounded indicating that the platform I’d forgotten about had fallen back in place.
With my weight in Ansel’s strong hands, my legs flew around his waist. My warm gushy center rested against the ridges of his abs that shifted against my inner thighs like hard rippling waves.
He ground his hardness into my thigh before he lowered my legs to the floor. My feet wobbled in the sexy red heels, but the restraints helped to keep me steady.
Without words, Ansel reached around my body and with one quick flick of his fingers, he unhooked my bra. Everything about my body was ample and full, so as soon as my bra dropped, my pair of D’s tumbled free. The distended dark tips of my nipples pointed and called for attention.
Ansel sat his lips against mine, so tender it surprised me, and dragged a moan from deep within my throat. “You will watch everything I do to you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
He eased back, staring at the prey he intended to devour. The pressure on my bound hands as I wiggled them reminded me that I was officially his submissive captive.
His sexy lips nipped my lobe and sent another hot jolt of lust through me that stopped at my core and waited there.
He ran his thumbs over my nipples, which caused goosebumps to pepper my blazing skin, as his gaze remained focused on mine so that he could see my every reaction. When he backed away, his radiating warmth lessened and left me needy for him.
His wet pink tongue passed over his lips, alluding to what he’d do next. While kneading my full tits with firm pressure, he bent and teased my nipples with light flicks and occasionally pinched them between his lips.
I’d never watched myself being pleasured before, but Ansel had insisted that I did, and I was starting to understand why. The visual added a depth to the sensations that coursed through me in waves.
My hands wanted to touch, but the restraints snapped me back to reality. Straight white teeth grazed over my dark nipple, tugging it with gentle ease. I squirmed, and my hips swayed, wanting more. He bit harder, allowing his teeth to sink into my puckered flesh and deliver spikes of pain that I didn’t mind.
When he backed away, a protest rested on the edge of my tongue until my eyes latched onto an item he’d picked up from the table that sat next to the bed. My body recoiled when he closed in on me with metal clamps that he aimed at my nipples.
“Trust me. You’re going to learn to appreciate the pinch of a good nipple clamp.”
Was there a toy he didn’t have?
He waited until I’d calmed enough before placing the hard tips of my nipples in the small biting clamps. They pinched, sending just enough pain to keep me aware that something was there, holding and squeezing my sensitive flesh. The clamps were a distraction until Ansel lured my attention away from them, calling my gaze when the tip of his finger skimmed my chin.
Blazing heat warmed my cheeks when his dick kissed my stomach, pressing into my flesh with a demanding presence. Ansel added pressure by pushing harder, allowing me to feel what he wanted to invade my softness with.
“You’re going to take it all and beg me to fuck you harder and deeper.” The seed of mischief that blossomed in his gaze had grown into a wild vine of devious intent.
“Yes, Sir,” fell from my mouth before I could stop it. What in the hell was wrong with me? I was agreeing to something impossible. I’d never had that much of anything inside of me. Medically, I was aware that it could be done, but mentally, I don’t think I was prepared for what I might experience.
The idea scared me, but the notion that I might enjoy it caused logic to evaporate into a dark mist of lust. The anticipatory excitement of the situation stirred in me and had
me curious to see how much I could take.
Was I going to beg him to fuck me deeper and harder with a dick his size? I didn’t think so, but with Ansel, there was no telling where he’d lead my mind and body. So far, I was on the most exciting sexual journey I’d ever been on.
As frightened as I was by this situation, I’d never been so aroused in my life. I’d never craved anyone’s touch as much as I burned for Ansel’s, I mean, Sir’s. Gosh, even in my thoughts, I was calling him Sir.
I was finally opening up and allowing myself to accept that I’d agreed to be his submissive. The hard press of his dick against my stomach left a hot wet trail as it slid lower and turned my curious desires into a ravishing need. A desperate passion seized me, and I desired what was now pinned against my inner thigh.
19
Ansel
Regina was anchored to my wall, and she loved it. I’d dreamed about this view of her, clamped nipples, hands bound, and trapped in this room with me. Although she’d been afraid at first, the idea of being my submissive had her aroused in a way I hadn’t expected.
I needed more. I needed to be inside of her hot pussy so badly my dick was hard enough to pop as it dripped precum like he was weeping.
I urged her to widen her stance before my eager fingers slid over her silky thigh and connected with her radiating heat. My fingers teased her hard bud, slipping and sliding over her wetness. My face tightened when I attempted to slip two fingers in and was met with strong resistance. This damn woman was determined to make me wait.
“What the hell? When was the last time you fucked?” I questioned her.
Eyes closed, she enjoyed my play, but my question caused her to snap those big curious eyes open. Her pussy was so tight, I could hardly squeeze two fingers in, even as her juices flowed like an open fire hydrant.
She couldn’t answer my question, not while my fingers continued their task of easing her open. The harsh breaths she released, coupled with the movement of her body as her hips rocked to chase my fingers, had me one breath away from gagging on my lust build-up.