When she shook her head and glanced at the bed, he knew she was ready to play.
“Walk to the bed Meghan, but don’t turn around. I want to enjoy your sexy ass.”
She glanced at him, and he leered knowingly at the flash of apprehension in her eyes. He could set her mind at ease and tell her he wasn’t especially interested in fucking her anally. Unless it was something she really wanted to explore, he’d just as soon pass. Drooling over her ass and teasing her with his fingers and mouth was one thing. Making her cry as his cock pounded into her that way didn’t have much appeal for him. But he didn’t say anything, preferring to absorb her exquisite tension because it excited the fuck out of him.
He let her stand there in silence for several minutes as he simply savored her magnificent backside and the way she looked in her decadent lingerie. He liked pushing her boundaries, testing her limits. The cuffs and blindfold were meant to drive home the command he had over her body. She could choose not to wear either, but he knew she wouldn’t. Meghan liked giving in to his pleasures. He might never get enough of her sweet surrender.
Alex had to clear his throat when he told her to take her panties off. She wasn’t the only one turned on and aching. Watching her slide the flimsy silk down her thighs was incredibly sensual. She moved with a delicate gracefulness that belied her athletic build. The picture she made with the glittering jewelry on her back, ribbons from her corset tickling the seam of her ass, her legs slightly parted with the sexy hose, and decadent heels had him reaching for his cock.
Taking his time about it, he eventually went and stood behind her. Close enough that she would feel his warm breath on her skin. Spreading his fingers wide, he grabbed a handful of her lush backside, caressing the pale skin with an unhurried thoroughness that made her moan.
Fisting a section of her auburn curls, Alex yanked her head back as she let out a startled yelp. With her neck forcefully arched and his hand teasing the flesh of her derrière, he groaned next to her ear. “I love your ass.” He smiled when she shivered from head to toe.
Alex ran his tongue along the sensitive skin of her exposed neck. When she started breathing erratically he claimed his prize—latching his teeth into her flesh, marking what was his.
Untying the ribbon lacing on her naughty corset was pure delight. He liked unwrapping this particular present. As he worked the ties he murmured to her about what lay ahead, gauging her response to his words, curious what would get a reaction.
“I wasn’t sure at first, but seeing you in your jewelry and the sexy heels, I think on your knees, legs spread wide, back arched will do nicely.”
He chuckled as she wantonly shimmied her ass against his hardness.
“Ah. So my baby likes that, hmmm? You’re such a hot piece of ass Meghan. My dick twitches with desire when you express your passion.”
Her head swung forward as a soft whimper escaped her lips. He’d taught her to be quiet unless he gave permission to speak. It was a simple power play that she seemed to enjoy. It forced all her awareness on him.
When the corset was loosened, he barely touched her skin as he flipped the lace straps off her shoulders and peeled the green fabric from her body. God almighty. What a sight she made wearing nothing but his jewelry, the wicked satin cuffs, and those damn sexy stockings and high heels that made him hard as steel. The dainty bows on the back of her ‘fuck-me shoes’ was a nice, feminine touch. A subtle reminder that his lady was also very wicked.
Leaving her side for a brief moment, Alex retrieved the blindfold and short chain that he’d attach to the cuffs to restrain her hands. He gave her the blindfold to hold. Another subtle power play. Letting her handle the satin fabric before covering her eyes would fill her head with images and increase the allure.
“Put your hands behind your back, baby,” he commanded in a voice that said he wasn’t messing around.
While she wasn’t being given permission to talk, he had told her in blunt terms that she should communicate with him in other ways. Every moan and quiver told him so much. As did the tension in her shoulders or the way she paused when some unexpected command or new sensation washed over her.
She hesitated for the briefest moment, enough time for Alex’s mouth to quirk with amusement. As always, her display of nerves turned him on. Giving in with obvious reluctance, she crossed her hands behind her back but she turned her head and sought his eyes. This was what made her perfection. She needed to see his desire. Without that connection, she struggled to obey his commands.
He kissed her sweetly letting his tongue slip briefly between her lips. Reading her response, Alex knew that this time at least, restraining her hands behind her back was a step too far for his Irish temptress but he rewarded her willingness by taking advantage of how the position forced her breasts into a particularly seductive pose. With one hand holding hers low on her back he teased the pebbled nipples on each glorious mound with his other hand and whispered into her ear.
“I feel your desire baby. And your hesitation too. This time we’ll use the cuffs the easy way.” She shuddered under his touch. It was such a small concession but one that he knew would make her want to please him even more.
Swatting her ass with a resounding slap that echoed in the candle lit room he growled low and menacing. “I will have your consent to this Meghan. When you’re ready. I desire you helpless, hands bound behind your back, unable to see, focused on nothing but your arousal. Maybe I’ll tie your legs too.”
He thought it was cute as fucking hell when she whimpered and bit her lip. There was something about a hard slap on the ass that never failed to get a reaction from her. He’d yet to give her a full on spanking, preferring to stoke the flames of her curiosity with teases and taunts. By the time he got her over his lap with that mesmerizing ass of hers up in the air, she’d be begging for it.
Thinking about her ass on his lap got his sex throbbing like a motherfucker. He needed to feel her hands on his flesh. Now. He suddenly pulled away from her and dropped her hands. “Undress me,” he demanded in a voice made rough with passion.
His sexy Irish goddess knew what to do. Since he was only wearing bottoms, she quickly pulled the tie that held them on his hips and pushed the silken fabric to the floor. When his cock sprang free she caressed him with her eyes and wet her lips in a way that drove all thought from his brain.
Her eyes sought his, seeking permission. Kicking the bottoms aside, Alex moved into a firm stance while he pushed two fingers into her mouth. When she closed her eyes and groaned, sucking greedily, he feathered his free hand across her stomach and into the mass of curls between her legs.
“I know what you want. Your body hides nothing from me.” Finding her clit was easy, she was so wet and swollen with arousal that the sexy nub practically leaped into his touch. He rolled it between his fingers. In seconds she was shaking all over.
Yanking his hands free he pushed her down to the floor. “On your knees woman,” he growled. Grabbing his cock he stroked it several times just inches from her face. The way she looked at him with eyes full of lust and need was so hot—he could feel it on his skin.
With a trembling hand he swept the head of his staff along the seam of her mouth as she pursed her lips and groaned. Alex never had to ask for her outrageously sexy mouth on his cock. She all but pleaded for it morning, noon, and night. It made him hot as hell knowing his woman not only enjoyed sucking on him but that she got seriously turned on too. Watching her take him deep in her mouth was fucking glorious.
“Should I make you beg?” he chuckled. She shot him a naughty look and let her lips relax, pulling the sensitive head of his cock into the suction of her mouth. That shut him up damn quick.
When she reached for his hard flesh, the crystals on her satin cuffs flashed in the candlelight. “Open that mouth wide, baby,” he demanded, “and put your hands on your tits. I want to watch you fondle yourself while my cock gets a tongue bath.” The leer he gave her did not miss its mark. His twitching flesh absorbed the sly s
mile on her lips.
There was something hot and decadent about their positions. Him standing with his cock jutting from his hard-muscled body, her on her knees before him, hands molded to her bountiful breasts. When she licked him with her tongue his cock reacted. The woman had a wicked mouth.
Alex stood there, watching the scene at his feet, his eyes glazed with desire. Without the aid of her hands, she had to catch the head of his hard staff with her lips, which she did with a deep groan of satisfaction. Watching her open wide and suck him into her warm, wet mouth was almost torture. He wanted to grab her head and fuck her mouth with heart-pounding abandon but he didn’t. This was just a warm-up for what was to come.
While she worked on his flesh and played with her tits, he spoke to her softly. Telling her how sexy she was. How much he loved what she was doing. Praising her passion and encouraging her to enjoy herself.
“I love when you go deep and moan on my cock.”
When she did just that he hissed and shook from the glorious sensations she was causing. His eyes almost popped out of his head when she let his staff slide from her mouth so she could suck along the length with wet kisses that drove him insane with need.
This was something he’d discovered that she liked very much, teasing him with her tongue. Lapping at his hardness until his cock quivered and jumped with each caress. As she licked him Alex groaned his delight, his butt clenching with the force of his arousal.
They were both breathing heavy when she suddenly made an O with her lips and sucked him in slow and deep. Watching his cock slide along her tongue until he felt it nudge the back of her throat was hypnotic. He staggered briefly as the devastating impact of her greedy mouth shot along his nerve endings.
“Fuck Meghan,” he growled. She answered with a desperate moan and just like that he was beyond his limit.
Pulling out of her mouth, he grabbed a handful of hair and forced her to stand. A bright pink flush washed her cheeks and her eyes held a smoky haze of arousal that darkened them to a midnight green. Crushing her to him with his hand against her head, he devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue where his cock had just been.
This wasn’t going to be a gentle fuck. He’d certainly warned her; plus the cuffs and blindfold made his intentions crystal clear. Reaching for the beaded chain that would bind her hands together, he quickly restrained her then leaned down and suckled fiercely on each of her pebbled pink nipples until she cried out and writhed against him.
He was almost at the point of no return and reluctantly decided the blindfold would have to wait for another time. The unmistakable scent of her arousal had him by the balls and nothing short of a brutal pounding was going to satisfy his desire.
“On the fucking bed Meghan. Now,” he growled.
He had to give her credit; even with her hands restrained she managed to get into position without any assistance from him. Watching her swing that magnificent ass as she spread her legs wide and rested on her forearms was exactly the image he’d been fantasizing about. With her chest on the mattress and her hands above her head he had a clear view of her beautiful pussy. Primal male triumph made him growl like an animal when he saw proof of her arousal trickle down a thigh.
Joining her on the bed, Alex watched a sensual shudder move through her body as he ran his tongue along the path of her fluid
“Baby, you are so wet. My cock is going to enjoy this.”
She whimpered at his words and turned her head so she could look back at him as he moved into position.
“I like seeing your pretty eyes watching.” And he did. Desire flared as he drowned in her exquisite lust-filled expression making Alex feel like a fucking god.
She whimpered some more. Enough was enough, he thought as he lined up his throbbing cock with her entrance and plunged deep in one forceful thrust. A hoarse grunt rumbled from his chest.
Grabbing onto her voluptuous hips, he didn’t give her time to adjust to the penetration. That wasn’t what he promised—rough and hard was what he told her to expect, and that was exactly what she would get.
Holding firmly enough to leave bruises, Alex thundered into her, over and over. The pounding went on and on. He felt powerful, intense; demanding her cunt surrender to his claim on her body. Letting the beast inside off its carefully leashed tether was mind-blowing. Heat pulsed in his groin as he absorbed the primal energy driving him on.
Running a hand possessively up her back, Alex pushed her chest down and forced her knees further apart making her arch onto his cock as he thrust without mercy into her wet depths. The longer it went on the more primitive he became. Grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back, she cried out and fucked him with an energetic enthusiasm that tested his control.
She was fucking magnificent. Meghan’s cunt clutched and pulsed as he moaned with satisfaction. “My baby likes it rough and hard.” Her response was to come with such intensity that her muscles seized his sex and held on like a vise. Alex gloried in the rush of heated cream that bathed his cock.
“Fuck,” he roared, still pounding relentlessly, churning her fluid response into a sexy sound that made him shiver. The primal pleasure intensified as sweat poured off him. Grunting forcefully with each thrust, she whimpered softly in answer. He loved the sounds she made.
Keeping his grip on her hair, he never lost his rhythm, sinking deep over and over as he reached around to vigorously tweak her swollen clit. Her pussy knew its master as she shook with renewed arousal. Needing to hear her pleasure, he demanded in a rough voice that she tell him what she wanted. Teaching her to talk dirty had been one of his first triumphs with the woman whose body fit so perfectly to his.
She grunted and moaned. “Alex.” She made his name sound like prayer. “Make me come again, baby. Please. Please….” she cried. Watching her gorgeous ass undulate as he thundered into her was nothing short of phenomenal.
Come again? With pleasure, he thought. Rolling her clit one final time, he swung his hand back and smacked her ass with a resounding thud. She writhed and gasped. He did it again.
“Move that ass Meghan. Take me deep, baby.” He smacked her again and again until she cried out. Her legs were trembling as she feverishly impaled herself on his insatiable cock.
A bead of sweat made its way down his neck and along his spine as her sheath tightened and then tightened some more. Before long she was gasping his name. With one last lusty smack on her ass he plunged deep and held still as his swollen cock nudged her cervix. She screamed and shook all over as another orgasm exploded inside her.
“Yes,” he cried triumphantly. “Come for me my beautiful fuck goddess. Come all over my cock.” She did. And it was a beautiful sight to behold.
Leaving control behind, Alex thundered home in a blistering assault of relentless thrusts until his orgasm finally detonated. He pumped into her willing body, as his balls emptied and his cock jerked.
His beautiful Meghan in her black stocking and heels with her hands bound and her ass in the air, cried softly when his completion hit, thanking him over and over.
“Oh God Alex. I love it when you come inside me.” And that was exactly what he wanted to hear.
“Only for you, baby. Only for you,” he groaned.
There were sounds that triggered things inside Alex. Sounds and sensations, which unleashed a torrent of dark memories, threatening to steal his sanity. Simple sounds like Velcro ripping open could get his nerves on edge. And then there were the other sounds, like the hollow thud of a gun butt hitting flesh or the popping noise from a bullet tearing into a body. Sometimes he didn’t know how he lived with that shit in his head.
When the opera of war took center stage in his dreams, it was his own personal hell that had no end. A memory and a nightmare intersected in those night terrors - percussion waves and the heated air from an explosion choked off the oxygen until it suffocated as the force of the blast turned your body into a missile, throwing you like a ragdoll against an immoveable object, where you cru
mbled to the ground and debris covered everyone and everything. Consciousness faded and black oblivion takes over.
And then the pain and the fear took hold when the darkness began to recede. In the end you didn’t know which was worse. The physical and mental reaction to the explosion or the never-ending aftermath. In his nightmare, a jumble of voices and ominous sounds ring in his head. Snippets from just before the flashing boom, then the eerie muted silence, followed long agonizing moments later by shouts, screams, and curses. And then the precise staccato of military speak. Directives, responses, orders flying, more shouting, then doctors, nurses, medics. Short, detached, exact.
It was those auditory cues; the frayed threads of a life torn to shreds, that were bouncing around in his brain when Alex’s eyes shot open. Going from nightmare to wakefulness in a nanosecond, he was barely aware of the present as the past clung to him like a cold, wet blanket.
Every molecule and atom in his body was either on fire or pulsing in pain. Even though he knew he was at home in Arizona, his senses were clogged with the taste and smells from a time long ago that turned his stomach and made his breathing labored and harsh. Fuck.
He didn’t remember sitting up or getting out of bed. Couldn’t recall how he dressed himself or anything else he did before finding himself in the tech room. Lights were flickering around him, technology humming, but he heard and felt nothing. Nothing at all until he flipped on his computer and hit the log in keys. And just like that a different sort of bomb went off in his head.
The first thing that flashed on the screen was the date in bold letters and a list of names, some with jpeg thumbnails. They were all there in black and white. A maudlin butcher’s list of the dead sent from the past to haunt him in the present.
Something tore open inside him the minute that fucking list of names appeared to remind him what today was. Anger, hurt, and loss detonated in Alex’s core, mimicking the explosion. After weeks of calm, and maybe even happiness, the harsh brutal reminder ripped a hole so big in his psyche, he fell completely into it.
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