by Tara Wylde
Charlie does. And he doesn’t. He wouldn’t dare.
My hands are bound at the wrists, they rest on my front. I pick them up and place them on Charlie’s head.
If I could, I’d dig my fingernails into his hair. But this is the next best thing.
My head tips back, I arch my body and push my hips into Charlie’s face.
“I’m going to –”
Come.
A blackness overtakes me. And yet fireworks as well. Both, all at once. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire.
“That was your turn,” Charlie growls. “Now it’s mine.”
“What are you going to do?” I whimper.
All the tension has drained out of my body. The orgasm has left me feeling light as a feather. I feel like I could rise up like a balloon and just float off right here and now. Hell, it’s hard to even think. Little aftershocks are still crackling around my body.
Between my legs.
Around my nipples, which stand like two proud mountains atop my heaving breasts.
Even deep inside my core.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” Charlie laughs. “It’s your turn to be my little slut.”
“Good,” I whisper.
God, I love Charlie’s dirty talk. This isn’t the first time he’s talked rough in bed – but he’s certainly never called me something like his little slut before!
I love it.
It makes me feel filthy and wanted, all at once. It stokes the flames of my desire; it makes me desperate to do whatever it takes to make my lover come.
I can’t describe it. I know it shouldn’t be the case. I should be a proud, strong feminist. I should recoil when someone uses a word like that. But I don’t. I’m not going to. Because when Charlie says it, he says it with love.
What I’m thinking, Charlie’s moving.
“Turn over,” he says.
I’m still processing his gruff, commanding voice when I feel the warmth of his hands on my hips. Charlie flips me over in one. The impact of my breasts meeting the mattress knocks the wind out of me.
“What are –?”
I stop talking. It doesn’t matter what Charlie’s about to do. Because whatever it is, it’s not to me: it’s with me.
My last orgasm is still wriggling around my body when Charlie grabs my hips once more. He pulls me back, so my ass is in front of him.
The darkness begins to irritate me. I can’t see where my body is, or where Charlie’s making me go. I can’t see the desire on his face. I can’t even see the mattress in front of me!
But I know better than to ask him to remove my blindfold. In fact, that’s the last thing I want. The darkness is intoxicating. It adds another dimension to all of this.
Charlie’s belt clinks. I jeans falling down his legs. Damn, I wish I could see it. I love watching my husband undress. Every day, he just gets sexier. I don’t know how I got so lucky.
Charlie reaches forward and thrusts his fingers between my legs, probing my soaking pussy.
“Are you ready for my cock, Penny? Are you ready to be my slut?”
“Yes,” I murmur, looking over my shoulder – even though all I see is darkness. “God, yes!”
With my wrists and ankles bound, I’m at Charlie’s mercy. I’m forced into an uncomfortable position, kneeling on my knees on the thick, firm mattress, and supporting myself on my forearms, rather than with my hands.
I complain – but I think it’s all part of Charlie’s wicked plan…
“God, you look so fucking hot!” Charlie groans. He scrapes his fingernails across my ass, and then slaps it once for good measure.
The crack rings out across our bedroom. I feel my ass ripple from the impact, feel as the aftershocks vibrate through me, meeting between my legs and building my pleasure.
“Really?” I say. Honestly, I’m just fishing for a compliment. I love it when Charlie talks to me like this. No wonder it’s my secret fantasy!
“Fuck yes. Fucking really,” Charlie growls. “Penny, this is the best idea you’ve had all month.”
“I know,” I grin. “Now – are you going to going to –“ I pause. The word rolls off my tongue. “– Fuck me, or just stand around talking about it all day?”
Charlie doesn’t reply. Not with words. Another crack rings out as he spanks me teasingly, pushing me forward. He makes a low, throaty moan, and grips the left-hand side of my body.
With his other hand – I imagine – he guides his thick, pulsating cock. I feel it – the heat of it – pressing against my pussy. I back into it.
“Please,” I groan. “Please Charlie, just take me.”
He does.
I feel his thickness parting my legs.
“Oh God, you’re so fucking wet, Penny,” Charlie groans. “Don’t you dare fucking change.”
I have no idea what that means, but I love it. Does Charlie really expect me to walk around all day like this? I stifle a laugh. In his mind, I bet he’d love that!
And then all conscious thought gets pushed out of my mind. I can’t think, I can barely breathe. Charlie thrusts his cock into me, gripping both my hips, and digging in with his fingernails.
“Yes!” I moan.
“You’re going to come for me,” Charlie growls.
The pleasure that’s squeezing his balls constricts the gruffness in his throat. I love it! My body is bound and defenseless, but I love that it has an effect on Charlie he can’t conceal. Not even when I’m blindfolded!
“You’re going to come for me, you little slut. And you’re going to love it.”
I don’t doubt it.
Charlie’s right about another thing.
I am going to come… Soon.
I collapse forward, struggling with my bound wrists to stay upright as Charlie’s cock rams into me. I love it when he fucks me on my hands and knees. He goes so deep, stretching me like I didn’t know it was possible to be stretched.
“Charlie –!” I whimper.
My husband – my lover’s – throat gurgles with suppressed pleasure. He slaps my ass once more for good measure, and as the pleasure ripples through my body –
I explode.
I feel Charlie’s heat explode inside me. He collapses on top of me, the sweat on his front mingling with the sweat on my back. His lungs strain, and his chest rises and falls in time with mine.
I feel him lean forward. I sense his heat once again near my earlobe. I feel him hook a finger underneath my blindfold, and finally free me from the darkness.
“Don’t you think,” he whispers. “It’s time we had a baby of our own?”
The End. Really!
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