The Beauty and the Beast
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“Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” he asked her, voice deep and heavy. He continued, “Held down. Helpless.” She didn’t need him to tell her, and gave him an annoyed glare. “That furious expression on your face.”
“I can imagine,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
He adjusted his position without letting go and began to push his beastly cock into her. “Condom!” she cried out.
He stopped but did not pull out, maddeningly full right inside her entrance. “You know I’m clean, just as I know you’re on the pill.”
“I don’t care.” He needed to stop arguing and do as she told him.
He sighed. “If we’re going to be married you need to work on your trust issues.”
“Put a condom on and fill me up before I kill you,” she snapped.
He let go of one of her wrists to reach for the bedside table. She knew he was offering her the opening just to see how she would react. Part of her wanted to stay submissive and let him fill her and fuck her, but she was Beauty, the best dominatrix in the city, and she would not disappoint.
She brought up the heel of her hand to hit him hard on the sternum, not enough to seriously hurt but enough to knock the wind out of him a little bit. He loosened his grip on her other wrist and she pushed him away with enough force to nearly topple him from the bed. Kate scrambled away from him as he got to his knees, and she maneuvered behind him. She licked her hand for extra sting and slapped him across the ass. He rewarded her with a yelp. “I didn’t even hit you that hard,” she said.
He turned to glare at her. “I did not bring you here to manhandle me.”
“It’s what I do.”
“It’s what I do too,” he said, and they fell into a wrestling match across the bed. First Kate was on top, then Nathan. They grappled together, flesh against flesh, until neither could take it any longer. Nathan pulled away from her long enough to grab a condom from the table and she stopped fighting back while he rolled it on his ready cock.
Kate fell back on the pillows and let him between her legs. She bit back a gasp as she stretched to accommodate his girth as he entered her, and the force of him pounding against her insides made her want to scream. She felt full and wonderful. He slammed inside her. Kate didn’t make a lot of noise during sex—she didn’t like to give men the satisfaction—but with Nathan she didn’t care. She gave in with a moan as he slid up inside her, his cock pressing against her g-spot, and finally she cried out.
As soon as she did he went still inside of her. She wriggled in frustration. “What are you doing?” she said, needing the friction. She was getting so close…
“This,” he answered, and her grabbed her around the waist and they were rolling again with his cock deep inside of her, and she was the one on top.
She grinned and ground her hips into his pelvis. Kate reached for his wrists, pinning them to the pillow over his head. She leaned forward and began to move again, feeling every delicious inch of his cock as she slowly raised her hips and slammed down against him again. After a few strokes she hovered with the tip of his cock resting just inside her entrance. “Don’t tease me Kate,” he said, as she teased them both.
Her orgasm built deep inside, and she leaned all of her weight into his arms to steady herself and crashed into him repeatedly. He raised his hips to meet hers, and soon climax cascaded though her entire body, a waterfall of electric pulses. She cried out and continued to bounce on his cock, still reeling in her own release when he let out a growl and emptied into her. He pulsed inside of her, his blood beating in the same rhythm of her own.
Falling against him she let go of his arms and he wrapped them around her. He breathed hard into her hair and they were sweaty and spent and Kate had never enjoyed time in a bedroom more. Their breaths synchronized and fell even. He kissed her temple.
They didn’t speak for a long time and Kate let him hold her in his arms. Nathan reached for the bedside table and retrieved a small box. Kate heard the clink of metal in the drawer. She sat up, still impaled on his softening cock. He opened the box, revealing an engagement ring. She stared, shocked that he had taken his game so far. The ring wasn’t a diamond, but a pearl. She detested diamonds.
“I know you think diamonds are cliché.” He said, reading her mind. “You told Raven so when she flashed around that giant rock Diego bought for her last month.”
She eyed the pearl, framed by two clusters of tiny red-rose rubies. She wanted to take it. They had fucked, had sex, made love—she didn’t know what—and it had been wonderful. She felt relaxed and at home in his arms, on his cock, and hoped there would always be a place there for her. But one night of passion did not make for a happily ever after.
“This isn’t legally binding,” she said, holding out her left hand. He slid the cool band over her hot skin.
“It doesn’t matter. I know when I’ve won.”
She shook her head. “You can’t win unless you stop playing the game.” Kate leaned over; craning her neck to see what had made the metallic sound in the bedside table. She saw hand cuffs glittering in the drawer. She quickly snatched them up and clicked one cuff on his wrist. “Let’s never stop playing.”
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