by Keta Kendric
“Gina, I need you to help me get you open and ready.”
“Okay,” flowed from her mouth, smooth and seductive. She’d agreed without knowing what I’d ask her to do, proof that she was all in now.
Keeping my fingers planted deep inside her tight throbbing walls, I reached above her and unhooked one of the restraints. The cuffs dangled from her right wrist, but all I needed was one of her fingers.
Taking her freed hand in mine, I pinched her index finger. The fingers I was working in her were soaked as I continued to move them, making it hard for her to concentrate. My play would make her more receptive to doing what I ordered her to.
I placed her finger over her clit as the tip of it touched my fingers planted deep inside. She needed to get used to touching herself, especially while I watched.
“Slip this finger in with mine, Gina. We are going to get you good and ready.”
Her teeth bit deeper into her bottom lip as she allowed her finger to slide inside and link up with mine. Her breaths turned into catlike moans that sounded sexy as fuck. Her finger and my two slipped in and out of her dripping core, and she rotated her hips against each stroke.
“That’s it, work that pussy so you can let me in.”
When the pulse of her desire revealed itself, I stopped, knowing she teetered on the edge. I removed my fingers and extracted hers before I raised her wet finger to our eye level.
“May I have a taste?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed out. Her gaze darkened when I slid her wet finger into my mouth, letting my tongue wash away every drop of her delicious nectar. I inched myself closer, placing the head of my dick at her opening.
“Sir, please,” she whispered.
My lips almost rose into a smile at hearing her beg. She wanted to come so bad I read the desperation in her tortured expression.
“Please what?” I tested as I played with one of her clamped nipples, making her breath catch. I knew what she was asking for. Her motioning body begged for it. This was the third time tonight that I’d worked her up to the point of coming and deprived her of what she sought most.
“You come when I say its time,” I stated, allowing my gaze to meet her irritated one.
After unclamping her fingers that she’d latched onto my waist, I reattached her arm to the wall before I toyed with her other clamped nipple. The maddening heat in her gaze was set to ignite, and I had the lighter.
“In case you haven’t figured it out, you’re being punished for that shit you pulled at the club and for telling me no. I don’t think I’m going to recover from that shit, but if you beg me good enough, I might let you come tonight.”
At those words, the anger in her intense gaze blazed hotter, but she didn’t test me by protesting my methods.
“Please, Sir, can I come?”
I stifled a smile, biting my lip. “You’re such a good little beggar. But, no. Your sexy ass is not coming until I say so.”
The sorrow and sympathy she’d injected in her voice were impressive.
“Please,” she begged again. She damn sure wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted, and I liked that shit more than she knew. If she were any other sub, I’d be punishing her harder, and she’d probably be crying by now. However, I was finding that I was unveiling a weakness, a sexy distraction that had me breaking a lot of my own damn rules.
“Please, Sir. I didn’t mean to look at that other Dom. I told you no because I was scared.”
I loved hearing her beg me for it. Eventually, she’d realize that the begging was a part of the foreplay, enhancing the desperate need she’d revealed.
“When you tell me what your body is asking for, the way your mind envisions it, I might put you out of your misery. And trust me, the pleasure will be that much more satisfying when you say what you want.”
She leaned forward, making the cuffs clink above her head as her wet lips hovered near my ear. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
My dick was so hard it may as well had been a lead pipe pressed against her cushiony inner thigh.
“Well, why in the fuck didn’t you say that shit from the jump? If it’s dick you want, Gina, it is dick you shall have.”
I was giving in too quickly, but like her body suggested, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. My gaze locked on hers, noticing her pupils were large like a druggie craving the fix that might intensify her high. Her endorphins were probably firing off like revved up pistons.
Blindly, I reached down and found one of the condoms from the bedside table. My teeth ripped through the noisy wrapper, and I slid it on with speed and precision, eyeballing Gina the entire time.
The brown of her eyes had turned black, and the flames of her heat shone through the darkness. I lifted her, positioning her so that her legs were wrapped around my waist with her back pinned against the wall. The head of my dick licked over her slippery clit, causing me to lose focus as my hard-heat mixed with her soft wetness.
Teasing her further was out of the question as I’d lost my ability to hold back. She was too tempting. Too delicious. I was on her like white gravy on brown rice, but I tempered my anxiousness and eased my dick into her tight pussy that we’d prepared so well.
Her strangled cry slipped down her throat as she reacted to my overwhelming intrusion. Even with my dick wrapped in a condom, I felt every muscle clench as they massaged my shaft, her hot wetness licking at my head with a fierce need.
Reluctantly, I backed out of her soaked warmth, leaving only the tip in. My next powerful thrust stretched her open, but not enough. Her tightness sent spasming tremors through me as my dick slipped back and forth between her wet lips, easing her open bit by bit.
Regina sucked in large gulps of air as I continued to open a doorway that could lead to me pulling the pin on the grenade I’d sat atop my rules. She had no idea the shit I was letting her get away with or the number of rules I’d ignored for her.
However, with Regina, it wasn’t all about rules or how hard or fast I fucked her. I was learning exactly where to place the nipple clamps, where to place my tongue, how much pressure to apply to her clit to either stop it or bring forth an orgasm. I was creating a Regina playbook that would have her eager to follow my every command.
Regina
The shock the first thrust produced left my mouth gaping open and my eyes glued shut. There was pain, but like the spanking, I enjoyed it. Was pain supposed to feel this good? My nails embedded themselves into my palms as I fought the restraints that gripped my wrist in a tight hold.
Metal clinked over the sound of the music I’d forgotten in the background, my anchor keeping me in place. My splayed legs tensed around Ansel’s waist, my inner walls contracting and expanding as they stretched to accommodate his size.
“Relax, Gina, so I can stroke every part of my pussy,” he informed. His words were spoken with a sure firmness that I didn’t miss, not even in my state of drenched pleasure.
“Open your eyes so you can see who’s fucking you. I want you thinking about me and nothing else.”
He remained still until I relaxed. The top of my back kissed more of the smooth wall as my hips began to lose some of their tension. A light tremble remained, but I relaxed enough to widen my legs and allow Ansel room to move freely. My nails eased from my palms like a cat retracting their claws.
Ansel’s penetrating gaze dared me to look away. With his fingers digging into my hips, and my legs draped around his waist, he eased out until I felt the throbbing head licking my wet opening. His eyes bored into mine when he thrust in, observing my reaction.
Light traces of sweat gathered at my hairline and above my parted lips. My tits bounced with every impact he delivered. He hadn’t been lying about being brutal. The pounding he was putting on me would leave me sore for days.
Why wasn’t there something within me forcing me to make him stop? Instead, lust flirted with desire and formed a threesome with pleasure.
“Oh my God!” I yelled loud enough to rattl
e the walls, but I dare not take my eyes away from his as my body quivered. He repeated his hard, probing thrust, the head licking a sweet spot inside before it delved further and found another.
He pounded into me so hard that each impact knocked the oxygen out of my lungs and forced me to suck in large amounts of air.
“I’m mapping this pussy to my dick so that no other will ever go where I’ve been.”
His hot words caused a groan to escape my lips. There were so many sensitive zones inside me, and his probing head was like a heat seeker, investigating until it found every secret spot. Added pressure from his thrusts to any of those hot spots could make me orgasm. However, Ansel knew how to find my hot zones and stroke them without initiating my demise.
His hand roamed over my stomach and passed between my bouncing tits before it closed in a firm grip around my neck. When he added pressure, my mouth dropped open in surprise as my eyes widened, but not because I was scared.
The choking had added another level to my lust, a twisted layer that made my pussy flood around his dick while overpowering lust engulfed my charged senses. Just as I’d discovered I liked watching others having sex, I realized I enjoyed Ansel’s brutal and unapologetic way of fucking me.
His hot whisper feathered against my ear, calming our charged frenzy.
“You’re mine, Gina.”
“I’m yours, Sir.”
He remained deep before he started to rotate his hips, burrowing deeper, hitting everything, like he said he’d do. The pressure wreaked sweet havoc on my constricting walls and caused my muscles to clench faster like pounding heartbeats.
“Oh God, that feels good,” I blurted. The words had managed to squeeze past my constricted throat as I was unable to contain my random shouts that accompanied the overwhelming bouts of pleasure.
I didn’t know how many levels of pleasure had mixed with the spurts of pain, but I enjoyed both. The pounding impact of it all produced a battery of sensations so strong, each rotation was the equivalent of the waves of excitement you experienced right before you orgasm. Except, Ansel had set the cycle on repeat. He kept reproducing the feeling that had me teetering on the edge of a complete meltdown. If I didn’t fear passing out, I’d beg him to do this all night.
The ideas in my head evaporated when my body burst into flames and became consumed by my blissful ending. The orgasm took me so hard my body jerked against his, movements that I lost control of. I may have been shouting in Spanish, but not even I knew what I was saying.
He’d allowed me to finally come, and I was grateful he’d released me and allowed me to soar. When he removed one of the nipple clamps, a peppery-sweet sting hit my nipple and sent sparks of desire straight to my core.
“Merciful God!” flew past my lips when my walls picked up their contracting pace. I was coming again and tears started to slide from my eyes at the joy of pleasure that overwhelmed me.
Ansel stilled, and I regained enough of my mind to feel his dick jerking inside me as his sharp, warm breaths bathed my neck before he bit into the flesh there.
“What the fuck? Fuck! Gina!”
He sounded angry, but I was too overwhelmed with swimming desire to lift my head and find out. We remained stuck to each other until we regained control of our bodies. With him buried deep inside, each flex of him spurred the aftershocks of my orgasms. Each twitch caused my muscles to tighten, and we’d released a low moan together.
He eased back and allowed my body to slide down his. I’d forgotten all about my bound hands until he reached above me and unhooked the restraints.
A tight smile bent my lips as I inhaled the heady scent our sex left behind. If this was how it would be, I’d play any kinky game he desired. Trouble had seeped into my bones, but not the kind of trouble I was afraid of anymore. Ansel had unleashed a part of me that had been caged for far too long.
20
Ansel
After the most explosive sex I’d ever had, I was forced to think like a protector the following day. My promise of getting Regina to my level in phases was the only thing that kept me from fucking her all night.
Frustrated with myself, I hadn’t been able to hold back. When her tight pussy started to squeeze and massage me, and she started to come, her hot wetness had put a death grip on my dick. Her pussy had sucked my dick in so deep and hard, no matter what my mind demanded, my body responded to her impacting demand that had me coming right along with her.
I’d abandoned my desires because it was time I gave her something I thought she might need—more interaction with everyday people in a normal setting. Other than the outing she’d had with Marcus and her visit to my club, she’d never asked to go out, and I was beginning to think that she never would.
The last thing I wanted was her believing or even thinking she was my captive. I may not have known shit about traditional relationships, but I knew the last thing a person who had been held captive wanted was to feel like a prisoner.
I’d decided to take her out for an early dinner today. Manuelle’s offered a variety of culturally diverse cuisine and was one of my favorite restaurants in the city. When we entered, the light aroma of delicious dishes being prepared caused my stomach to smile.
The tunes in the background sent a relaxing vibe through me. However, my happiness was short-lived when I realized Regina and I had drawn an audience.
Some of the guests we walked past didn’t hide their scrutinizing fucking gazes as they edged across their tables, whispering and eyeing us. Not all of them gawked, but enough of their judgmental gazes lingered on us that it stirred my anger.
“What fucking year are we in?” I hissed, not caring how loud I was. “They act like they’ve never seen a white man with a black woman. She’s Mexican too if you’d like something else to talk about.”
“Ansel, please,” Regina begged under her breath as her fingers tightened around my forearm. “Ignore them. You said you wanted to get me out of the house and show me a good time.”
She was right. This wasn’t the time to snatch a motherfucker up if I saw one more eye-roll. However, if I heard one comment about that damn border wall the president wanted built, all bets were off.
Normally, I was alone or with business partners when I came here, so I hadn’t noticed how ignorant some of these assholes were. Also, Regina didn’t need to know that she was the only woman I’d taken out to a restaurant.
I assisted Regina into her seat but didn’t take mine right away. I stood in front of our table and gave each motherfucker that eyeballed us the evil eye—a warning as far as I was concerned. I itched for one of them to utter one word.
“Ansel,” Regina called. Her low tone, as well as the flush creeping down her face, highlighted her embarrassment. I took my seat with a ready smile, but my insides were boiling. It was a fucking shame that there were still people that clutched tightly to such blinding ignorance.
The waiter handed us our menus and recited a canned line about soups and wines. Staring across the table at someone as beautiful as Regina, it was hard not to lose my shitty attitude. It had taken me a half hour to convince her into another dress, so it would have been a shame not to enjoy this outing.
“What’s the real reason for this, Ansel? I may not be a novice at the D/s relationship, but I’m smart enough to know that we are not on a real date.”
Her question and statement had my lips twitching. When she’d revealed herself as a bit of a realist, she hadn’t been lying. By now, most women who were laid up with a man would have been sending out wedding invitations and naming the third child we hadn’t had yet.
Although I’d taught my subs about our relationship boundaries many times, some still formed attachments and begged me for the kind of relationship I couldn’t give them.
Leaning over the table, I lowered my voice a notch. “I simply wanted to get you out of the house, Regina. I don’t want you feeling like you’re confined, especially after what your family did to you.” I lowered my voice further. “I
f I lock you up, the way that I desire, I’m going to have you begging me to throw away the fucking key.”
“Arrogant any?” she asked with a smirk on her face.
“Yep. While most men downplay their arrogance and call it confidence, I own my shit. My ass is arrogant as fuck, plain and simple. There is nothing that I don’t think I can do or accomplish. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t try if I set my mind to it. You know how a mom tells her child, don’t touch it, it will burn?”
She nodded listening to my words intently.
“I’m arrogant enough to touch, get my ass burned, and keep touching it until I figure out how to make it not burn. Not because I’m hard headed, but because I believe I’ll find a way to make it not burn.”
The smile on her face grew wide. “I should thank you in my case, for your arrogance.” She glanced around the restaurant, taking in the other diners before her gaze returned to me. “Honestly, I feel kind of vulnerable being out again. I’m anxious to go back to work, but I’m also afraid to. What if my family has people staked out and searching for me?”
Her question caused my brow to lift. She wasn’t naïve about her family’s pull or their reach. If they wanted her, they were coming for her, no matter what any of us did.
“If you’d like to get back to work, you’re going to have to develop a set of routines. Ones that will get you to and from work safely. I don’t need you worrying about that right now. I’ll help you when the time comes. And, if any of your family is crazy enough to test me, they will be dealt with.”
She didn’t comment as she moved her silverware around and glanced around at everything except me. Just like last night when she’d come barreling down the hall at the club, she was anxious like she sensed something that I didn’t.
“Tell me what’s wrong. You seem nervous, even with me sitting here with a gun shoved down my waist ready to put hot lead in someone.”