The Dungeon Fantasy Club

by Anya Summers

  Amazing! It blew her mind.

  Bastian, for all his earlier blunder, had never acted as though or insinuated that she was too large or that it turned him off. Quite the opposite, in fact, he'd even cooked up a song just to be closer, for the chance to get closer to her, and had taken every opportunity to touch her in some way. Delilah found she wasn't angry anymore; most of her early storm had been raging and building inside her for weeks. She'd used his fumbling attempt to get closer to her as an outlet for her grief. And what was more, he'd let her, never once being patronizing or off putting but allowed her to rage and scream until all of her bluster had expended itself.

  She may not be ready to wear his cuffs. In truth, she might never want to give another Dom that much control over her again. But she was ready to admit that she wanted him with a fierce desire where he was fast becoming an obsession.

  Could she risk getting involved with him this week and not get her heart involved?

  That was the real question. And if she decided to walk away now, would she regret missing out on the pleasure she could have experienced at his hands?

  For all of her enjoyment of the lifestyle, she'd never been all that adventurous. She'd performed scenes, to be certain, with a multitude of Doms in the intervening years between her introduction to the lifestyle and the start of her relationship with Ethan, but had never pressed for what she wanted, what she needed, allowing the Dom to set the course and tenure of the experience. If she'd had a motto as a sub, it would have been whatever they wanted. In all these years she'd never made it about what she wanted or needed, and few Doms had ever delivered with the startling exception of a couple, mainly Declan and Jared. And those two had been the exception, not the rule.

  Part of taking control of her life meant forging her own path with what she needed physically to feel complete. She'd never spoken up out of fear of rejection. After all, she was the plus-sized girl, and should feel lucky anyone was paying her any attention at all—or at least that was what she'd trained herself to believe. That she was so unworthy she had to settle for whatever crumbs of affection a Dom was willing to dole out.

  Screw that train of thought.

  She had needs, she had urges. So what if there was a bit more flesh available? Bastian didn't seem to mind, or treat her like a heavyweight. When she truly thought about it, he had carried her full weight on his shoulders in the elevator, and not once had acted like she was too much or too heavy.

  And that fact sealed her decision. No cuffs, but that didn't mean she wouldn't play.

  With a small smile, she bit her lip and gently wiggled from his grasp. Once freed, she shimmied out of her dress and disrobed until she was wearing not a single stitch. Then she knelt before him with a single thought in mind. Ever since their interlude in the elevator, she'd yearned to taste him.

  Ethan had never liked her giving him head.

  But as potent as her lovemaking with Bastian had been, she wondered if she could disprove Ethan's claims yet again. Finding her courage, her fingers went to the button on his jeans. Desire pooled in her belly as she imagined his reaction to waking with his cock in her mouth. She mumbled a groan as she freed him from his pants and boxers.

  He was soft as she stroked her fingers over his length. She explored his cock, cupping him in her hands as his body responded to her caresses. The smooth head of his wide member enticed her, and while he was still semi-hard, she enveloped him in her mouth. Swishing her tongue around his head, she sucked his member, enjoying the way he filled her mouth as his body responded to her ministrations.

  She rolled the heavy sac of his balls in one hand, testing their weight and form.

  When his cock was stiffly erect in her mouth, Delilah established a campaign intent on having him come in her mouth as he woke. She couldn't remember wanting something more than she did that in this moment. It made her own desire explode in her system as she moved her mouth up and down over his penis.

  Wetness dripped between her thighs as she sucked his length, hollowing her cheeks and deep throating him until the bulbous head touched the back of her throat. She feasted on his flesh, and the hard length gliding in her mouth.

  She panted, her nipples speared against his thighs as she worked his member up toward boiling point.

  A surprised male groan reached her ears and she shot her gaze up his torso, meeting his flummoxed, sleepy, hazel gaze.

  Bastian had been having the most pleasant of dreams only to have pleasure rip through his system like a firecracker. He stared, disbelieving at first, at the sight that greeted him.

  Delilah knelt in all her naked glory with his cock in her mouth. He groaned at the sight. His being shifted from sleepy to horny in a split second. God, her mouth, the wicked curve of those pouty lips sucked his member like it was her favorite frozen treat. His body already on the precipice of climax, Bastian rode the waves of pleasure permeating him, thrusting his hips as he felt his balls tighten.

  Delilah was relentless as she moved over him, a fierce determination mingled with desire blazing in her eyes, turning them the color of molten copper. It was the sexiest damn thing he'd ever witnessed. He left his hands at his sides, allowing her to set the pace, partially as an act of contrition for his bungling things earlier, but also because of the look in her eyes. She needed this on some elemental level. And as her mouth moved over his cock with a deft sureness, passion thumped in his body, and he knew he wasn't about to step in the way of the most incredible blow job he'd had in eons.

  When she rolled his balls and caressed his perineum, the pleasure that had been building in his balls released in a forceful onslaught. His dick lengthened as she hollowed her cheeks.

  "Delilah," he growled, his head falling back against the couch as his body strained. Hot liquid jets of cum spurted from his cock into her waiting greedy mouth as his hips bucked. She lapped at his seed, swallowing him down as he thrust.

  When she released his cock with a slight popping sound and sat back on her haunches, her breaths coming in shallow pants, those glorious tits of hers swaying, he thought he'd never seen a more lovely sight. He hauled her up into his lap and claimed her lips, needing to taste himself there.

  She whimpered against his mouth as she surrendered to the onslaught of his demands. He fit her body against his, spreading her legs over him so that she was straddling his lap. The contrast of her naked form up against his while he was still partially clothed was heady. And then her wetness slicked over his groin. His fingers sought her sex. He growled into her mouth at the exquisite feel of her slick flesh. She was dripping with need, her folds drenched with her honey.

  Not releasing her mouth, he maneuvered their bodies so that she was spread out beneath him. Her luscious form cradled his body. She moaned into his mouth, her hands pulling on his shirt. He helped her, yanking the offending garment over his head. Then he dug a hand between the back rest and cushions until he found what he needed.

  Bless Declan and the fact that he retrofit every piece of furniture in his house to accommodate the lifestyle.

  Bastian reclaimed her mouth, sucking on that lower pouty lip of hers as he fastened the Velcro restraints around her wrists. Fitting her wrists together in a single loop above her head, he attached them to a hidden ring between the armchair and cushion. God, he could kiss this woman all night long. She returned his ardor with such passion; he felt his own need already churning low in his abdomen again.

  Bastian released her mouth, needing to taste and explore the rest of her. The other night in the elevator had been a sprint to the finish line. But tonight, he could take his time and indulge himself; starting with her fabulous breasts. The pointed pink nipples beckoned his mouth. He placed nibbling licks over her collarbone, down to the valley of her breasts.

  His hands cupped and kneaded the milky flesh, watching her reaction as he closed his mouth around one dusky tip. At her arching gasp, he circled the areola with a series of teasing flicks, learning what got a response, what made her gasp, and
what made her strain in wild abandon.

  Delilah's body was enflamed. Bastian bit down on her nipple, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that she knew she'd be bruised come morning. The pleasure-pain zinged through her system. She tried to push her breast up further into his hungry mouth and communicate silently with him.

  When he sucked and lavished the abused nipple with his tongue, she growled in frustration.

  "More please, Sir," she said, panting as need thrummed in her veins.

  "Of this?" He bit down harshly. Ribbons of pleasure vibrated from his teeth all the way to her center, making her sex clench.

  "Oh, yes, please, Sir."

  She liked it harder and more forceful. It was such a turn on. Bastian, seeing her response, began placing a series of bites all over her breast. The flesh swelled painfully. But while each bite shot need into her core; it was when his teeth closed around her nipple that she lost her mind. He knew just how to deliver enough force to make her squirm. By the time he moved to her other breast she was writhing and straining beneath him. Bastian's mouth was a godsend. Her eyes damn near crossed as his teeth bit down with such force she almost came.

  She moaned when he lifted his head from her breast with a slight slurp.

  "Has anyone ever told you that you have the most perfect, gorgeous tits? I could suck on these beauties all night."

  "No, Sir."

  He cocked his head and said, "Well, if I didn't need to taste your sweet honey again something fierce, love, I'd be fucking these beauts. I'd love to see my cock fit snugly between them."

  She moaned at the decadent imagery as lust slammed into her core. She'd never been talked dirty to, but loved it, and wished he'd continue. He tweaked a bruised nipple with his fingers as he lowered himself down between her thighs.

  She canted her hips up, so turned on, she was ready for anything he had in mind. What had started as a simple chance to explore him had turned into so much more.

  He groaned as he stared at her apex, his hungry gaze made need tumble in her belly.

  "Such a beautiful pussy." He stroked his fingers through her folds.

  At her pleasured cry, his gaze shot to hers. His fingers teased as they caressed her folds, trailing over her mons, circling her clitoris but not touching it directly, before running his fingers through her slit to her rear.

  "Has anyone been in this back channel, love?"

  His fingers danced over the tiny rosette at his question. She moaned.

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Good, because I plan on fucking it tonight, as soon as I finish feasting on your beautiful cunt."

  Delilah moaned.

  "Hmmm," his fingers played with her folds, narrowly missing her clit, and making her delirious with need, "someone likes dirty talk. Don't you?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Then let me tell you what I plan on doing here. First, I'm going to eat that pretty pussy of yours until your eyes roll back in your head and you're screaming my name. And then I plan on fucking that tight rose bud of your ass until you come harder than you ever have before. Sound good?"

  Delilah could only nod and whimper as his head descended between her spread thighs. At the first swipe of his tongue over her labia, she wondered if she would have any bones left when he was through with her. And then his mouth latched itself onto her pussy and she had no more thoughts. All she could do was feel as his mouth plundered the depths of her channel. His tongue flicked over and around her clit. She writhed, lifting herself up to his greedy lips.

  He held her steady; his fingers sought her sex and pushed inside as his mouth closed around her clitoris. He sucked forcefully on that tiny little nub as his fingers thrust in rigorous strokes meant to drive her over the ledge. His teeth bit down in a bruising, painful manner on her clit, and her body shattered like glass breaking into a million pieces as her climax shuttled throughout her being. Her pussy clutched and rippled around his fingers as they kept sliding in and out of her heat.

  Bastian didn't release her bud from his mouth, but did exactly as he promised. His mouth, tongue, and teeth set out on a crusade to drive her over the edge of sanity. Delilah lost sense of time and space as his talented mouth brought her to the brink again and again.

  Her clit was so sensitive and swollen from Bastian's attentions it was almost painful as he slurped and bit, flicking his tongue over the tip. His fingers hammered inside her pussy and her body broke like a wave crashing into the shore.

  "Bastian," she screamed his name.

  He released her clit with one last flick. His face rose and her juices dribbled off his chin. The passion in his gaze made her tremble. She wanted his length inside her. Considering how many times she'd orgasmed, the fact that she wanted more, craved his loving like a drug, should scare the daylights out of her. As it was, she wanted his firm cock inside her. He gave her a quick kiss, and it was so erotic tasting herself on his lips.

  Then he left her on the couch and she whimpered at the loss of him.

  "Not to worry, love, I just need a few things."

  He strode out of sight momentarily and came back without his pants on, hefting his black goodie bag and two pillows. Seeing his erection bobbing at attention, she licked her lips. She wanted to feel him sliding inside her again.

  He chuckled darkly at her expression as he moved around her.

  "Lift your hips, love."

  She did as he asked, bringing up her bottom, and he fitted two pillows under her rear, which elevated her lower half to a thirty-degree angle. She shivered. He planned to take her rear not from behind, but from this angle? She'd never had anal this way; it had always been from behind. She panted as excitement swamped her system.

  Then Bastian withdrew a small package from his black bag, ripping it open and removing a vibrator. He withdrew two more items before he rejoined her on the couch. Her anticipation swirled in heady, rhythmic thumps as he positioned himself between her thighs. Bastian set a lube vial and condom package on her belly. Then he took the slim vibrator, running it between her folds, rubbing the smooth latex over her clit and stimulating all her nerve endings before he inserted the four-inch vibe inside her pussy.

  Her overstimulated flesh contracted around the vibrator as he switched it on, notching it up to the highest setting. The pulsing whirl sent delicious waves of ecstasy humming in her veins. She kept her eyes on Bastian as he picked up the foil package and fitted the condom over his large cock. Still on his haunches, he picked up the lube, slathering some over her back entrance with his fingers. He coated her, inserting one digit past the tight ring of muscle. Delilah breathed deeply, forcing herself to relax at the combined sensations of his finger pushing deeper inside her anus as the vibrator sent corresponding waves of pleasure through her pussy.

  When Bastian inserted a second finger, working it inside her ass, Delilah entered a new phase of ecstasy. Every part of her being seemed to ignite and spark. Desire and pleasure built as Bastian thrust his fingers in and out, preparing her for his cock. Her eyes came close to rolling back into her head when he added a third finger. She panted and tilted her hips up, granting him deeper access.

  And then he withdrew his fingers, coated his condom covered cock with more lubricant, tossing the package on the floor beside them, and fitted his head at her back entrance.

  "Look at me, Delilah."

  She raised her half closed lids. She'd been unaware she'd shut them, she was in such a haze of need. When her gaze connected with his, she groaned at the hungry expression masking his visage. He thrust his pelvis, sliding the head of his firm cock past the tight ring of muscle. His girth was so much larger than his three fingers had been; her body protested the extra expansion.

  Bastian rolled his hips, withdrawing the tip slightly before penetrating further inside. He worked his hips like that, grinding and thrusting, in and out, going a little deeper each time until he sank balls deep without any hindrances. Bastian positioned her legs so that her calves rested on his shoulders and leaned forward
slightly, which pushed his member even deeper inside her back channel.

  She mewled at the intensity of it all. The feel of the vibrator buzzing in her pussy and his thick cock embedded in her ass was almost too much. She kept her gaze trained on his as he began shuttling his length in and out of her rear. It set her nerve endings on fire. Positioned as she was, with her legs hooked over his shoulders and her arms restrained above her head, Delilah could do nothing but revel in the pleasure.

  Bastian's grunts mingled with her moans as he slammed his cock in methodical thrusts, bent on drawing out the torture. She was mindless with desire. The combination spiraled her body onto a high plateau of delicious sensation where every tingle, every jolt was more intense than the last. Over and over again he thrust, his face stern as his own passion amplified with each plunge.

  Delilah's body reached, climbing toward a pinnacle she couldn't see. Bastian leaned forward, increasing the tempo of his thrusts, and she was lost. He hammered his cock in her back channel; his pounding becoming more urgent as his climax neared. Bastian's rapid-fire plunges barreled her body over the ledge.

  "Ahhh, Bastian," she screamed. Her body clamped and trembled. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a million fireworks exploded simultaneously in her system.

  Bastian strained and went rigid above her, his pelvis slamming into hers as he came.

  Delilah lost consciousness after that. Her body floated in this hazy space, like she was on one of the lazy rivers, without a care in the world. Bastian's movements, as he withdrew his member and the vibrator from her body, barely registered as she drifted.

  Chapter 8

  Delilah whimpered at the sound of the alarm buzzing by her head. Sometime during the night, after their heated lovemaking on the couch, Bastian had transferred them into his bed, where she'd found herself turning to him again and again throughout the night. She'd lost track of the number of times they'd had sex, until they had both been too spent to do anything but sleep. It seemed throughout the night they'd both had this marathon mentality to see if it was possible to expire from too many orgasms.