by Diane Leyne
He moved to stand at the foot of the bed. It was a four-poster bed, with a headboard, but no footboard. That was for a reason. Lindy was half sitting. He leaned over the foot of the bed, grabbed her ankles, and pulled so she slid down. He leered approvingly as her skirt rode up. Then he pushed her ankles apart as he crawled between her thighs. He pushed them wide apart and settled between them.
He licked up her slit from her small puckered hole to her clit and felt the shudder ripple through her body. He had to assess just how close to the edge she was. At lunchtime, he had given her orgasm after orgasm, almost forcing pleasure on her. But he’d warned her that tonight was about his needs and desires, and what he wanted was to drive her crazy with desire until she begged him to fuck her.
He licked her again. Slowly, keeping the pressure light, his tongue traced her contours. He felt her shift, flexing her hips. She tried to force her pussy closer to his mouth so he would use more pressure. He looked up and caught her eye.
“Stop moving. I want you still. And grab the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you to.” She nodded. “Answer me with words,” he demanded.
“I’ll grab the headboard.”
“And...”
“I’ll grab the headboard, Sir?”
“You’ll grab the headboard and stop moving around. I want to you still, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll try. But when you do that…” He’d dipped his head and licked her clit hard before sucking it lightly. It wasn’t really fair. She was new at this, and he knew that there was no way she was going to be able to help reacting to what he did, but it gave him an excuse to tie her up.
He sat up. “You didn’t obey, so you’ll pay the price.”
She started to say something.
“Not a word or I’ll gag you. Say ‘Yes, Master’ if you understand.”
“Yes, Master.” Her eyes were wide as he pulled the ball gag out of the drawer and showed it to her. Then he put it on the night table in her line of sight. That should give her something to think about. The he sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling for something at the base of the bedpost at the head of the bed. He pulled up the restraint and wrapped it around her wrist, securing it with Velcro and making sure it wasn’t too tight. Then he went over to the other side of the bed and secured her other wrist.
He paused and then went back to the nightstand. He deliberately took his time so she’d wonder just what he was getting from the drawer and draw out the anticipation.
* * * *
She turned her heard and tried to watch what he was doing. What was he getting now? A gag? She hoped it wasn’t a gag. And then she saw him hold it up. It was a blindfold. She’d never worn one since playing “Pin the Tail on the Donkey” as a child and hadn’t enjoyed the sensation of not knowing where anything was, of feeling so vulnerable and exposed.
But this was different. When he secured it over her eyes, she suddenly felt her other senses sharpen. She strained to hear his footsteps. She could just smell the soap he favored. And now the air against her skin as he moved from one side of the bed to another. Was he going to fasten her ankles to the post at the foot of the bed? Would he secure her spread-eagled on the bed, helpless to prevent him from doing anything he wanted to her?
But now he was kneeling between her spread thighs. His strong thighs pushed hers apart and automatically she tried close her own around him. She could hear him laugh as he gave her a quick slap on the thigh. Then he pushed it back so that it was bent at the hip and the knee and then pushed it away from her stomach. She felt him wind something wide and stretchy around her thigh and tighten it just enough to keep her thigh in that position. He repeated the process with her other thigh.
By the shifting of the bed, she thought he was sitting back on his heels admiring his handiwork. She was effectively immobilized with her thighs spread wide and her clit, pussy, and even her puckered hole on display and at his mercy to do whatever he wanted to her.
She shivered in anticipation. She can’t believe how aroused she was. She was totally under his control, and she was finding it the biggest turn-on. She had no responsibilities. Literally all she could do was lie back and take whatever he chose to do to her. She felt sexy and horny and a little bit dirty. It was an intoxicating combination.
She could just relax and enjoy and wait.
Chapter Nine
Jake could feel her jump when he moved his tongue between her legs again. He began to explore her leisurely with his tongue, exploring every crevice before working his way inside her pussy, tasting her cream.
He heard her moan and it pleased him. He licked harder, before sucking lightly on her clit. He could feel small tremors building and stopped what he was doing, waiting until they subsided before he started licking her again.
And again he stopped when another orgasm began building.
She shouted out in frustration, “I’m so close!”
“I know you are, but did I give you permission to come? I think not. And if at any time tonight you come without permission, there will be a price to pay.”
“You didn’t say that I had to wait for permission,” she whined.
“I thought we covered this at lunch and again at dinner. I’m in charge. I own your body and your pleasure. You only get to take your pleasure when I decide you can. Do you understand?”
“Y–y–yes”
He shifted position and slapped her sharply on her pussy lips.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“That’s better. And no topping from the bottom. I don’t tolerate that at all,” he admonished sternly.
He went back to work between her legs, this time inserting two fingers into her pussy. She clamped down on him as he started to work them in and out of her. But she was slippery with her own cream, and his fingers slid in and out easily. She then tried to flex her hips, trying to get him to go deeper. He laughed and licked her clit again.
She groaned and started begging. “Please, please, please, please, please.” She was a broken record of need.
“I said, stop topping from the bottom.” He bit down lightly on her clit and tugged gently. He felt her pussy ripple, her climax starting, and then he stopped what he was doing. He removed his mouth from her clit and removed his fingers from her pussy, which was now uselessly clenching on air.
Jake could hear Lindy moaning. He figured she’d suffered enough. Besides, his cock was as hard as a rock, and if he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d come on her stomach like a horny teenaged boy. He grinned to himself. He hadn’t been this aroused by a woman in a very long time. Thank goodness she was blindfolded and couldn’t see the expression on his face.
* * * *
She felt him withdraw his mouth and his fingers from between her legs. She cried in frustration. She was close, so close. A gigantic orgasm lurked just out of reach. All she needed was a little friction and she would come hard, but with her legs restrained like this, she couldn’t close them.
He slid up her body and reached across her. She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Her body hummed with need and anticipation. He shifted, and she realized he was removing the blindfold.
“Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes when I put my cock in your pussy for the very first time.” The crude words excited her more than she thought possible. He positioned himself at her entrance and flexed his hips. He pushed the head inside her and stopped while her body adjusted around him. She knew he was waiting so he didn’t hurt her, but she wanted to feel him bury himself deep inside her so badly, she whimpered in need.
She saw him give a little smile, and then the smile gave way to a look of intense concentration as he slowly pushed deeper inside her. He was huge, and she had trouble accepting him. She hadn’t been with a man for a while, but she was so wet inside that he was able to bury himself fully inside her. He paused and stared into her eyes, waiting to see something. Whatever it was, he seemed satisfied.
“D
on’t come without permission.” She could have groaned in frustration. Her climax was building again, and she didn’t know if she could stop it. She concentrated as hard as she could, trying to push it back as he started moving inside her. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold back anymore, he stopped moving.
Lindy moaned her frustration as Jake paused and she felt her climax receding.
“Deep, slow breaths,” she heard Jake whisper in her ear. “You can do it. You can hold it back. Just a few more minutes. Then you can come.”
She could see the beads of sweat on his temples as he waited and then heard him take a deep breath as he started pounding into her, moving in and out, pushing deeper and deeper until he was bumping against her cervix. Quickly her orgasm built again, roaring back stronger than before.
She couldn’t hold back anymore. She knew she was going to come no matter what when she heard him whisper in her ear, “Come now.” And then she was flying, her climax slamming through her, wave after wave of pleasure pouring through her. It was so strong it was almost painful.
Her pussy contracted rhythmically on his cock, trying to milk him as he continued pounding into her hard. Her body continued to contract around him, and then he was coming, too, and she could feel the warmth as he shot jet after jet of warm cum into the condom.
By the time he finished and pulled out, she was just lying there, exhausted and bathed with sweat. She might never move again. It felt like all of her bones had melted. He moved, getting up off the bed, but she couldn’t even lift her head or open her eyes to see what he was doing.
He removed the condom and cleaned her up with a warm cloth and then untied her carefully, running his hands up and down her arms and legs as the circulation started returning after being immobile for so long.
Then she could feel him spooning behind her, wrapping a warm arm around her and brushing back her hair. It felt good.
He whispered in her ear, “What time do you have to be at work?”
“Tomorrow’s Thursday? I have the late shift on Thursday. Noon to eight.” She slurred her words and she drifted off in his arms.
* * * *
He hugged her to him tightly as he fell asleep, thinking about how he could rearrange his own schedule. He worked at home on contract, but he still had to work. He had a 9:00 a.m. conference call he had to do, but nothing else than couldn’t be put off. And he made a mental note to e-mail Liam and Connor. He was just on dungeon duty Thursday night, but Friday he was supposed to do a scene with Kris and Cody Krantz. He knew they’d expect him to fuck Kris after whipping her into a frenzy, but looking at the sleeping woman in his arms, he knew that he was done with that. If that meant they didn’t want his other services, he was okay with that. He didn’t do it for the money. In fact, he wasn’t paid at all for any scene activity. He did it because there was a need and he knew he could give them pleasure. But from now on, his dick was only going to be giving Lindy pleasure, for as long as she’d let him, and if he had his way, that would be forever.
* * * *
Lindy thought she was having the most realistic sex dream ever. In it, Jake was on top of her, slowly, tenderly moving inside her. And then she felt the warmth of his skin and the pressure of her impending climax building within her, and she realized that she wasn’t dreaming. She opened her eyes to find him moving inside her, carefully, deliberately. He looked down at her, his eyes full of intent. He reached down between their bodies to pinch her clit. “Come,” he commanded. And then he started moving more urgently, and he pushed himself toward his own climax as she writhed under him as her own slammed through her.
He sighed with satisfaction when he pulled out of her and disposed of the used condom in the small garbage container by the bed. Then he pulled her tight and went back to sleep.
Early that morning, it was Lindy who woke up. She was horny, too, but her more immediate need was to pee. Carefully, she worked her way out of Jake’s arms and then she tiptoed to the bathroom. After doing what she had to do, she washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy, and she had a red patch on her neck where Jake had nuzzled and bit her lightly. But her eyes had the look of a woman who had been well satisfied by her man.
Quietly, she left the bathroom. She smiled to see that he’d rolled over and was now lying sprawled across the bed, his hands close to the restraints he’d used on her, his magnificent cock hard with “morning wood.” Quickly, before she could change her mind, Lindy tiptoed quietly to one side of the bed and slipped the restraint around his wrist. Then over to the other side of the bed and restrained his other wrist.
Then she crawled between his legs and licked his cock like an ice-cream cone. He awoke and started to sit up before realizing what she’d done. She continued licking his cock while waiting for his reaction. Shockingly, he laughed.
“You are a brave woman who has temporarily bested her man. But I warn you, the situation is temporary, and I will come out on top. Now stop that tentative licking and take my cock in your mouth and suck it.”
Because of his size, she couldn’t get it all in her mouth, so she used her hands as well as her mouth to pleasure him. She could tell by the shudders going through him each time she used suction that he enjoyed her ministrations.
“Enough, enough. I want you to ride me.”
She looked up. Surely he didn’t mean…
“Well. You’ve done so well so far. Don’t tell me you are afraid to come up here and straddle me and take my cock inside you. I’m helpless here. You can ride me as hard as you like and come whenever you like. I’m helpless to stop you.”
She looked at him suspiciously. He was up to something, but she did like the thought of being on top, of being in control for once. So she removed her mouth from his cock with a popping sound as she sucked him one more time, and he groaned. And then she moved to straddle his muscular torso.
“Can you lean forward and rub you tits against me? I’d really like that. Maybe scoot up here a little further and let me suck one of them?” he wheedled.
He was definitely up to something. “Maybe later.”
His eyes narrowed, and then his expression got all fake innocent again. “Well, then, can you at least play with your tits so I can watch? Put your hands under them and lift and jiggle them. Then pinch your nipples and tug them. Maybe twist then a little.”
As she felt the jolt of pleasure clear down to her pussy, she realized that he was hypnotizing her with his voice and she was doing exactly what he said. She glared at him, and then she wiggled down his body until she was poised over his rampant cock. Reaching down, she suddenly stopped.
“Condom?”
“Top drawer.”
She leaned off him to grab a condom. She saw the collection of sex toys in the drawer and looked over to him. He leered at her, smiling in such a way that she knew he was plotting revenge for her tying him up
Quickly, she opened the condom package and rolled it onto him. He groaned when she used her hands to position him before slowly lowering herself on to him. She went slowly, savouring the moment of control, because she knew that was all it was. Once she fully impaled herself, she paused, enjoying the sensation of having him between her thighs like this, enjoying the feeling of fullness and control. Then she started moving up and down, slowly, drawing it out.
With a roar, he moved swiftly, rolling and trapping her under him. The bastard. He’d somehow freed himself and was getting his revenge as he pounded into her, moving hard and fast. But if he’d wanted to punish her, it wasn’t working, as she felt her climax hit her strong and with no warning signs. His came quickly afterward.
But he didn’t stop moving. He pulled out of her, disposed of the condom, and then flipped her over so she was lying across his lap.
He squeezed her butt cheek.
She smiled, anticipating another spanking. But he surprised her. She could hear him rooting around in “the drawer” as she now thought of it. She felt a cold dribble of lube between her b
utt cheeks and then one large finger massaging it into her rosette. She moved uncomfortably and felt a hard smack on her ass. She was shocked. He’d spanked her. Outrageous! But it also felt good as he rubbed the spot he‘d hit and the sting changed to a warmth that his hand spread. She hoped he’d do it again.
“No wiggling. You poked the dragon, and you are paying the price. I’m going to shove this butt plug inside you and fuck you again. Not in the ass. You won’t be ready for that yet, but I think you’ll find it feels different with a plug up your ass.”
Without warning, he shoved his lubed finger inside her ass up to the first knuckle. He gave her a moment to adjust. It didn’t hurt. She just felt strange, stretched maybe. Then he started moving it, in and out and swirling it around, and then she realized that her ass was alive with nerve endings. It started to feel almost pleasant. And she felt a stirring of desire in the pit of her stomach.
When his finger abruptly withdrew, she made a little sound of protest. But then there was another dribble of cold lube, and this time, two fingers pushed their way inside her. This time she moaned. The two fingers seated themselves deeply and started scissoring inside her, stretching her. There were little twinges of pain, but they quickly morphed to something more, something darkly pleasurable. And his cock was growing hard again. He was turned on by playing with her ass. She shivered as a wave of desire ran through her as she realized this.
The next time he removed his fingers, she waited for a third finger, but this time, it was the butt plug. It was rubber with some give to it. It was shaped like a cone or a Christmas tree, pointy at top, flaring wider before narrowing sharply, with a wide base to prevent it from slipping all the way inside. She moaned as he pushed it in and then pulled it a little way out, pushed it in deeper before pulling it out, stretching her more and more. Just when she didn’t think she could take it anymore, it slipped home, and her muscle closed tightly on the neck.