In Too Deep

by Morgan Jane Mitchell

  Part of me couldn’t believe I was letting him drive me out to the woods so we could try to fix one another. “Is this where you take all the women you’ve been fucking?”

  “No, I don’t take them home, to any of my homes. They get on their knees anywhere, hike up their skirts and bend over anything. It used to be the kinkier the better. Now it’s just wham bam thank you ma'am’.” Rick sighed. “I’m making progress, but I need a good fuck.” He took his hand from my leg and adjusted his pants.

  “I don’t know about this.”

  “Don’t worry; I use a condom every time. I get tested.”

  “Good. But that’s not what I am worried about. You’re not going to get to fuck me today.” I shook my head, looking out at the horrible traffic. We were stopped. I could get out of the car and flag a cab if I wanted to.

  “Loraine, we’ll start off slow. These will be our own therapy sessions.” He placed his hand back on my lap as if he knew I’d bolt. “You’re mine for the night.”

  “Maybe we need a contract. Like the one for our group, or like Crystal’s, you know something legal.”

  “No contracts, this is between you and me. It’s only going to work if we trust each other.”

  “Why should I trust you?”

  “I’m not saying you should, only trust that I’m going to fuck you. That’s what you need.”

  “That’s exactly what I’m worried about,” I fretted under my breath.

  ~*~*~*~

  Rick’s cabin appeared after we drove up too many small winding roads. I checked my phone only to read “No Service”.

  He began to kiss my neck as soon as we made it through the door. “Okay, slow remember.”

  “You need to remember that I am the boss, I say suck and you say how hard.”

  I stopped him by putting up my hands, backing into the huge one room cabin. “If it is just me obeying your orders, how is this going to help you?”

  “You do as I say, follow my rules when you’re with me, and I’ll get to practice being comfortable with someone who doesn’t expect anything in return.”

  “Anything?”

  “Love, when I kiss you, you won’t think I’m in love. This is therapy.”

  “I still don’t see how that is going to help you. And if I’m going to get ordered around… if you think that will help me, I need a safe word like they talk about in group,” stumbled out of my mouth as his hands went under my shirt to unhook my bra.

  “I’m not into that lifestyle, Loraine. I’m not going to hurt you. We don’t need a word.”

  “No, I need a word. I don’t want things to go too far. That won’t help me at all.”

  Rick plopped down on the couch that separated the kitchen and exposed bedroom. “So, what’s your word?”

  I sat beside him thinking of the perfect word. “Molly.”

  “Very funny. Okay, it’s Molly. Give me your hand.” He placed my hand on the bulge in his pants, and I recoiled. “It’s just as I thought, you haven’t even given a hand job.”

  “So?”

  He unzipped his pants revealing his huge picture-perfect dick. “How could you have never jacked a man off?”

  “How have you never kissed a woman?”

  “I do kiss, just not on the mouth. Wrap your hand around my cock. It will be your first lesson.”

  “What if I refuse?”

  “You won’t refuse me. Stand up.”

  Once I stood, Rick ripped open my work blouse, the buttons flying off. He made quick work of my jeans, stripping me down to my pink panties and removing my bra. Pulling his shirt over his head, he revealed his chest to me for the first time. Carved out of marble, it was the icing on the smoking hot man cake. He undid his belt and peeled off his tight jeans. Commando? Naked, he melded his body to mine, almost in an embrace.

  I steadied myself without putting my hands on his perfect form, but his chest was in my face. I fought the urge to nuzzle my cheek against his perfect amount of chest hair. Carefully taking down my hair, he brushed it out of my face. He tilted my chin up so he could look into my eyes, his voice rumbled through his chest, “I’m going to tie you to that bed and not let you go until I’m buried deep inside your tight little buttonhole.”

  It was so fucking hot. I stumbled on my words again as my juices flowed below, “That’s not happening, not today.”

  “Then start with this.” He took my hand and placed it on his hard shaft.

  I wasn’t afraid of this, I’d just never bothered to take the time. His length, smooth yet so hard in my hand, it was a perfect fit as I could touch my thumb to my middle finger. I grasped up and down not sure if I should pull the loose skin with my movement.

  Rick made some noises of approval before he fell back onto the bed.

  “I wasn’t finished.”

  “You can finish with your mouth.”

  “What’s the point of me giving you a hand job if you don’t let me finish?”

  He rested his head back on his hands like he was kicking his feet up at the beach. “Loraine, I’m the boss. You’re not in control this time. Sex can be spontaneous you need to be prepared for that.”

  I put my hands on my hips, digging dip down to find my usual self under this blubbering mess. “This seems like an excuse to get your dick sucked.”

  “You need learn how to give, and I’m needy.” He winked.

  I groaned, not used to waiting. Not used to needing to please a man at all. I was more than ready for some action.

  “Do you want to suck at giving head when Stephan wants you to go down?”

  “Fine.” I crawled on the bed. Putting my lips to it, I stuck out my tongue and licked his soft fleshy head. I wasn’t an idiot and any idiot could suck a dick, right? Wrapping my lips around the top, I slid my mouth down as far as I could go.

  “Don’t be shy,” Rick took my hand and placed it on his balls. Gently massaging them, I circled his cock up and down with my tongue until he abruptly stopped me and got up.

  “Lie down on your back,” he barked another order at me. I made a face, but he gave me a stern sideways glance. “No more arguing, it’s my way, my rules while you’re with me.”

  Shrugging my shoulders, I shut my mouth. Horny as hell, I flopped down on my back with a small smirk of my own realizing Rick really had some power over me. Here I was in the middle of nowhere, in his bed, taking orders. As much as I tried to fight it, I loved it.

  “Close your eyes.” As soon as I did, he was tying a blind fold around them.

  “How can my safe word work if I can’t see what you are about to do?”

  “Don’t talk unless I ask you a question,” he answered softly, sounding a million miles away. “You need to relax and let me take control. Can you do that?”

  “Sure,” I muttered but wasn’t sure at all.

  Kissing down my body, he pulled at my panties almost ripping them as he slid them down, and I was completely naked before him. Cold metal touched my stomach, causing me to jerk. “Cold,” I squealed, but he shushed me again.

  The metal ran down my stomach, past my naked swollen pussy, down my left leg until it -wrapped around my ankle? I heard the click. “Mother fucker!” I ripped off the blind fold and sat up. Rick had handcuffed my leg to the bed. A rush ran through me making my head feel light.

  “Lie down, I told you what was happening,” Rick explained as if cuffing me was nothing.

  It was hard to breathe. “You’re not fucking me right now.”

  “No, not yet. Lie down and trust me.”

  I didn’t trust him at all, but I let him handcuff my remaining limbs to the small but full sized bed. Who kept four sets of handcuffs anyway? No longer blind folded, I lifted my head for him put a pillow under it. At least I would see what he was doing to me.

  He fondled his oversized cock as I watched, but his other hand got my attention. With his thumb pressed firmly on my clit, he used his knuckle to me edge my fleshy lips open.

  Just having a man’s hands on my
pussy was a big change for me. I couldn’t close my legs, and fear spread through me. I knew he was going to loosen me up, work me up to be able to let him fuck me, but I freaked. “I can’t. You need to stop.”

  He didn’t move his hand but continued to poke my silky entrance, making his finger all wet. “You have a safe word.”

  If I said it, all of this would stop, and I hadn’t had a thrill in days. Damn it! I gritted my teeth needing a fix, but more importantly, I didn’t want my time with Rick to end.

  “You want me to help you? Right?”

  I nodded my head and bit down on my tongue.

  “I’ll have your sweet buttonhole wrapped around my cock in no time.” The words made my pussy warm with hot juices. He reached up pinching my nipple hard, and I moaned before his mouth took over. His body on top of mine, Rick took his time doing amazing things to my breasts, clearly more comfortable kissing them than my clit. For a guy who didn’t kiss, he excelled at laying kisses all over my skin. His tongue darting out and caressing the swell of my tits, his teeth scrapping my pink peaks, was just the beginning. He bordered my every curve with his tongue until my pussy screamed for the same attention. Rick pulled apart my swollen lips, running his finger along my tight opening. My back arched. His voiced dripped sex, “So wet for me already.” Licking my clit, Rick sucked and wiggled his tongue getting me all worked up, but he stopped too soon.

  Being cuffed to the bed, I couldn’t move and had to go with the flow. It was incredibly freeing at least while there was no penetration. Kissing up my neck to my ear and across my jaw, he paused when he got to my mouth, kissing my chin instead. I pouted to myself. All the sudden, I desperately wanted him to kiss me. It wouldn’t mean anything at all, I reminded myself. Lost in wondering why I longed to taste his lips, I was surprised when Rick put his cock between my moist folds. I tensed up as I felt his velvety head firmly throbbing at my entrance. With my legs spread eagle, there was nothing I could do if he wanted to thrust forward and get it over with. I had to trust him or shout Molly.

  He watched me blow out a breath. Not moving his cock an inch, he began investigating again, his hard digits against my softness. Unexpectedly he glided one inside of me, groaning in my ear, “I can’t wait to fuck you Loraine, but you aren’t ready for me.” Before I could say Molly, Rick pushed his finger all the way inside, stroking deeply, causing my body to contort in pleasure. My hips raised, and he held me down with his weight, gyrating his hand and that one finger built a fire radiating through my belly -soon I was content.

  Rick was peering down at me when I opened my eyes. I felt a big smile resonate on my face. Fuck, that had felt so good, better than being in control. He kissed my forehead before getting up and unlocking the cuffs on my arms but only on one of my legs.

  “Aren’t you going to let me go?”

  “No, I’m not done with you.” He towed me over to his cuddle against his chest. I could hear his heart race and put my arm around his tone waist. “Close your eyes and rest. I’m giving you a breather then I’m tying you back up.”

  I was still out of breath. “I don’t believe this was part of the deal, me being chained to the bed all night.”

  He chuckled, “But it was. I told you it’s my way or no way.”

  I spied the grandfather clock in this richly furnished cabin, and it was only three o’clock. I could be at work seeing Stephan. “What if I get hungry?”

  “We’ll go out to dinner later, in Milton.”

  “In my ripped clothes?”

  He frowned at my pile of clothes on the floor. “I’ll cook you something if you are a good girl.”

  “Really?” I perked up. Rick cooking for me? He never cooked anymore according to the head chef at Table 21, although he created all the recipes. “What if I need to pee, like I do right now?”

  Rick let me out me of the final handcuff, and I slinked to the bathroom naked. Inside, I took a moment to take in my reflection. I looked the same as always but felt like I was losing my mind. How could I let Rick do things I’d avoided for years? His finger was just inside of me, and I’d survived. The rush of being controlled was better than what I was doing before. It outweighed the fears or was it intensified by them? I thought of Stephan and felt the first pangs of guilt. Fuck, I wouldn’t over think it; this was for Stephan.

  When I left the bathroom, a very naked, still very excited Rick was waiting for me. Grabbing my wrist, he handcuffed me to him.

  “This is ridiculous, boarding on just wrong,” I complained as he led me back to the bed. However, all my worries vanished with a new high when he handcuffed me back to the bedpost, but I was standing this time. Undoing his wrist from mine, he had my heels and the skirt from my purse laid out on the bed. “And now you are snooping through my things?”

  “Step into the heels,” he laid them on the floor at my feet then helped me step into them and next the skirt.

  “I could dress myself if I weren’t handcuffed to the bed.”

  “Quiet Loraine.” He positioned my torso onto the bed, face first and my ass was in hanging off the bed on display. “Straighten your legs.”

  “I don’t know how long I can stay like this.” My face down and ass in the air.

  “I said no talking.” Suddenly he tied the blindfold from earlier around my mouth, too tight as I squirmed, telling me, “I’ll have to punish you if you continue to disobey me.”

  “What the hell,” I screamed into the cloth.

  “I’m not into pain, but I want to spank you. You may be into pain. You want me to take you, even when you say no.” My nipples tingled and my clit twitched at his words. Rubbing his hands up my tone legs to my round ass, he lifted my skirt. The sensation of his hand disappeared. Knowing he was going to spank me was not unlike the fear of penetration. “You’re a bad girl.” His large hand came down hard, slapping my ass cheek, “a tease.” Spank, “a slut.” That one really hurt, and I yelled into the fabric. He rubbed my ass and gave it tight squeeze before he hit again. “You are a virgin, Loraine but you’re my virgin tonight.” Hit, “I will take your sweet cherry tonight.” Smack, “No more talking.”

  My ass stung, but suddenly Rick’s face was behind me, his hot breath on my pussy. He blew cool air over my ass, touching it lightly, looking at the red marks he’d just made. He got on his knees and spread my legs farther apart. Sticking his tongue inside of my tight hole, he pressed his thumb against my asshole. I clinched my muscles, but it was useless. I didn’t want to fight. It’s already been done, I told myself; I let him finger me last time. Was I cured? Rick was curing me; I soothed myself, letting the pleasure take over the fear. Soon I realized this was like standing on the diving board looking at the water. Yes, Rick had put his finger in my pussy, but it wasn’t his gigantic dick. Yes, his warm tongue probed me now, but it could only go so far.

  He pressed harder again against my back entrance and electric shot through me. It felt incredible, and I was on the brink of astounding orgasm when he stopped licking. Next, he stood and leaned over me rubbing his massive, burning erection on my ass, running it down to my juicy center. Something cold touched my face, glass, I decided. I opened my eyes that I’d had shut tight to see a pretty little glass dildo. I thought of saying Molly but figured Rick had done away with my safe word by gagging my mouth. Was it wrong that it turned me on even more? Just as I thought it, he removed my gag. Moving my hair back out of my face, he brushed the dildo against my lips. “I’m going to fuck you with this. It’s a lot smaller than I am, but it’s going to hurt if you keep your guard up. If you want it, open your mouth and get it nice and wet.”

  I pursed my lips together. A finger and a tongue were one thing, but this was serious penetration. Rick pulled my head back and forced my lips open with the glass. I ached with an impossible need. Opening my mouth, I let him slip it inside. He eagerly watched it as he glided it in and out. “You’re lucky I’m a good guy, Loraine. I could rip into your tight little buttonhole with my huge cock right now. But I don’t
want to hurt you.”

  My head was spinning as he took the dildo from my mouth, and I felt it against my waiting mound. Rick’s arm went around my stomach pulling my ass up farther into the air. Damn these heels! My legs were sore, my calves burned. Rick’s hand moved to tweak my clit as he teased me with the dildo. I tightened up automatically, shutting my eyes hard, waiting. Slipping it seductively across my slit, soon he would have to be firm and drive it inside. I couldn’t do it and started to scream, Molly, but it was too late. Just like with my mouth, he wasn’t slow as he thrust the glass inside me. Damn it burned. I cried out loudly, barely recognizing my own voice. He didn’t stop and propelled it again, farther. I bit my lip drawing blood. He pulled out a little but punched in yet again. Realizing it wasn’t in very far yet, I yelped, “Rick stop, I can’t take it.”

  He held it still but didn’t yank it out. “I didn’t hear you say, Molly.”

  I wasn’t sure I really wanted him to stop.

  “You’ve done it, baby,” his voice lulled me. “You’ve given up control. Just relax and it won’t hurt at all.” He waited a moment, bending down to kiss my back and shoulder before moving the dildo again, more gently this time. Starting to relax, my muscles loosened. He felt the difference and surged it in all the way inside. It didn’t hurt, much. Being filled, the friction, mixed with the sensation of him kneading my clit had my eyes rolling back into my head. Wanting more, I screamed this time in ecstasy as continued to fuck me with it. My hips jerked along with his motion. Rick moved recklessly until I was finished.

  Still handcuffed to the bed, I was sore but satisfied. I just wanted to pass out, but Rick laid down before me, his erection in my face, reminding me of what was next. “That was hot Loraine, now you are going to suck me off. Don’t just suck; love my cock with your mouth. Kiss it like you think I should kiss the woman I love.”

  I was beat, but with a feeling I wasn’t very good at giving head earlier, I was up for a challenge. I opened my mouth to speak, but Rick put his fingers to my lips.

  “No talking. Show me how much you enjoyed what we just did.”