by Celia Aaron
“Liked that, Goldilocks? I have plenty more. I have you for the whole weekend. My whore for two days.”
I trembled at his words. They were stark, harsh. Had I gone too far with this fantasy?
He smiled, though it was somehow cruel, and licked up my neck in total ownership.
I gasped in air around the fabric as my bruised flesh came back to life between my legs, aching and needy for him.
“Don’t move, Goldy. I’ll be back. If you’ve moved a muscle or made a peep, it’ll be a belt whipping.” He rose from the bed easily, as if he could master me several times over before growing even the least bit tired.
He strode out my door and reappeared with his athletic bag. He tossed it onto the bed and tore it open. He drew out several lengths of rope, what I thought were nipple clamps, and something else. It looked kind of like an arrow, but it was short and fat. The end was round and glittery gold.
My eyes must have grown wide. He tossed whatever it was on the bed beside me.
“Turn over.”
Chapter Three
Jericho
I pulled the lube from my bag as Renna flipped over onto her stomach. She turned her head so she could watch me.
I raised the butt plug so she could get a better look at it.
“It’s actually the smallest one they had, Goldy. But it should stretch you nicely so you’re ready for me. You should thank me. I could just shove inside your tight little ass and ignore your crying and pleading.”
I opened the lube and doused the toy with it then knee-walked to her and spread her legs apart. Her pussy was still full of my cum. I’d marked her as mine, and she would stay that way all weekend. I would coat every fuck-hole she had with my spend before the next two days were through.
Even with my spend dripping from her, I wanted to bury my face in her sweet pink and lick until she screamed against her gag. Patience. I’d get there. I had time to taste all of her and I fully intended to.
I reached down to her asshole and rubbed the tight skin. My cock came back to full staff, wanting to plunge inside without any preparation. I refused to hurt her. Well, not like that. I would make sure she enjoyed it just as much as I did. I would save the pain for other things.
I slid a slippery finger into her asshole, the tight walls sucking me in up to my knuckle. She squeaked at my intrusion. I loved making her squeal. I worked my finger in and out as she watched me over her shoulder. I took her hip with one hand and pulled her up until she was on all fours. Her ass was in the air, her pussy plump and glistening. She was perfect.
I slipped another finger inside, forcing her to accommodate me. I poured some more lube onto her, slicking her up so she could take it all. As I eased the two fingers in and out, she started rocking back against my fingers.
“You like that, Goldilocks? I knew you would, you little slut.” I twisted my fingers around and made room for the third.
“Feel that? That’s nothing compared to my dick.”
She pushed back harder against my fingers. My dick leaked precum, desperate to get inside her.
I picked up the toy and smothered it in the lube already coating her ass. I eased my fingers out and replaced them with the plug. I slid it in and a moan crossed her lips. Her ass held the toy perfectly in place. The sparkly end was pretty in her tight hole. But I wasn’t interested in aesthetics. I just wanted her to be ready for me later.
“You don’t remove this until I say. If you do, there will be consequences.”
The toy was in place, doing its job. But for now, I needed some more immediate attention.
“Get on the floor. On your knees.” I stood and waited for her to come to me.
She moved gingerly, unused to her asshole being spread. She’d get used to it quick as long as I owned her.
She sank beneath me. I ripped the gag from her mouth and threw it aside. Then I knelt down and un-belted her wrists before pulling them behind her and lashing them together with rope. Once she was tightly bound, but not too tight, I stood back up. My cock was in her face. It pulsed when her breath hit it.
“Look what you’ve done to me.” I fisted my base and dragged the tip along her lips.
Her tongue darted out for a taste, making my hips buck toward her.
Her nipples were hard tips jutting up toward me, begging for my mouth.
“Look at those perfect tits. I’m going to fuck them and come all over them. Then I’m going to make you lick my cock clean and rub my cum in like lotion. Would you like that?”
“I-I- yes,” she breathed.
It was as if I could feel her pussy dampening even more, drenching itself in honey for me. Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at me, completely enthralled by her own submission.
“Of course you would, you little slut.” I gripped the hair on each side of her head and drew her mouth toward my cock.
“Suck me off.”
She shied away, taunting me with her refusal. Fuck, what a turn on.
I reached down and ripped her up from her knees and threw her own the bed face first. Then I slid her back so her feet were on the floor and her ass was in the air.
I picked up my belt and snapped it. “Hear that?”
“Yes.”
“You’re about to hear a lot more. If you make a sound it will double your punishment.” I bent over her and ran my hand down her smooth back. “I hope you do cry out. I would love to make it worse.”
She shivered under my touch. I stood away from her and gave her the first lash. A red line of pain erupted along her ass, cutting through her tan lines and into the fair flesh around the plug. She buried her face in the bed and I didn’t hear a peep. I hit her again, the sharp crack of the belt going right to my cock and making it stiffen unbearably. Two more hits and I would take what I really wanted.
I swung again and she jerked. She turned her head to the side and gulped in air before re-burying her face in the comforter. I swung the final time, flicking my wrist and making it burn. She jumped but remained silent. I dropped the belt and yanked her from the bed.
Her blue eyes were watery.
“Do as I say and I won’t make you cry, Goldy. It’ll all be over soon.” I shoved her down to her knees.
I put one hand on the back of her head and brought her lips to my cock. This time she opened her mouth wide. I slid in, forcing my head to the back of her throat. I didn’t care if she gagged and her eyes watered, she would do everything I wanted without complaint.
I pulled out to her lips and guided her head back onto my shaft. I fucked her mouth. Saliva and precum mixed and leaked down her chin as she made sloppy noises around my cock. It was the hottest soundtrack I’d ever heard.
She moved her tongue along the underside of my length, swirling as I plunged into her as far as I could go. The back of her throat was slick against my head, teasing it with memories of how smooth and tight her pussy had been. I pulled her hair harder, grinding my cock into her mouth as she sucked me.
My back tensed and I stared down into her eyes, now half-lidded with lust. When she moaned around my hard flesh I exploded in her mouth, my cum rushing over her tongue.
“Swallow it, Goldy. Every last drop.” My voice was guttural, animal, but I meant every word.
My cock kicked inside her mouth as she closed around me, sucking and sealing so she could swallow. Her tongue twirled around my head and dabbed into my crease, licking up every bit I gave her. Fucking hell.
I pulled from her mouth, my dick licked clean even as a tiny bit of cum dribbled from her lips. I seared the image in my brain, intending to store it forever in my memory for later use.
I reached behind her and untied her. It was time for the second part of my plan.
Chapter Four
Renna
The front door shut with a click. Then he was gone. I stood and peered out my bedroom door. The suite was empty. I was certain of it. I could feel it. He’d just left. He’d just left?
I went to the bathroom and cleaned m
y face off, wiping away the cum still lingering along my chin. I smiled at myself in the mirror. That was no doubt the hottest time of my life. The way he’d made me come – I gripped the edges of the sink at the thought. He was a dream come to life with just enough nightmare thrown in to make it interesting.
When I moved, the toy in my ass gave me an odd sensation, but I didn’t dare touch it. He said to leave it there and I would, though I thrilled at the idea of more punishment. When he belted me, I thought I’d come just from the sensation of the leather against my skin. And the only odd part of all of it was that Jericho was doing it, not HardcoreDom. It had been Jericho all along.
I tossed on a long t-shirt and walked back out into the common area of the the suite. I went to the door. He’d locked it when he left.
“Where’d you go?” I went to the couch and started to sit. That was a no-go with the toy in my ass. Instead, I lay down on my stomach and crammed a throw pillow under my head. I kept my eyes trained on the door, waiting for him to come back.
It didn’t take long for me to drowse off. When I awoke, the room was dark and it was late. He never came back. Had he freaked out about what we’d done? I stood and walked around the whole suite, including Todd’s room. No Jericho. He was really gone.
I was disappointed and something deeper than that. I felt rejected. I crossed my arms along my chest and hugged myself. Was he afraid of how far I wanted him to take it? No, that wasn’t possible. I’d made it perfectly clear on my profile what I wanted. He knew. He promised to give it all to me. So, why’d he bolt?
I was bereft. Tears threatened, but I refused to shed any. Fuck him.
I’d spent three years lusting after him, wanting him, and now, when I’d finally been able to move on to HardcoreDom, Jericho took the whole fantasy away from me. . . But he didn’t, not really. The smell of Jericho’s skin, the feel of his cock – all of it was intoxicating. And, if I were being honest, it was what I truly wanted.
Jericho was who I’d fantasized about night after night as I played with my vibrator, even after I began chatting with HardcoreDom. Jericho had been the one I’d imagined with his head between my legs or his cock against my tongue. It had always been Jericho. But now, Jericho was gone and had taken HardcoreDom with him.
I went to my bathroom and eased the plug out. The sensation was beyond nice, so much so that I pondered putting it back in. Instead, I crawled into my bed and snuggled under the covers. He was gone. It was late. I was going to sleep off the high he’d given me right along with the low his absence left.
***
A crushing weight landed on me and a hand covered my mouth. I opened my eyes and blinked away the sleep. A dark figure in a black mask was on top of me. I screamed but he caught it in his hand and crushed it away into a muffled nothing.
With his free hand he ripped my blanket and sheet down, then he ran his hand under my t-shirt and up to my tits. I was frozen with terror at first and then my fight showed up. I started thrashing, trying to scratch his face, hit him, anything. I bared my teeth against his palm, trying to seize onto his flesh.
He swatted my hands away and pinched my nipple until it hurt. I bucked under him, but he only squeezed harder, forcing me into compliance.
“Miss me, Goldy?” Low and deep, Jericho’s voice washed over me.
Heat exploded everywhere like a flare had gone off in my body.
He released my nipple and palmed my breast.
I focused on the eyes showing through the black mask. I couldn’t see them, not really, but I knew it was him. My body melted beneath him. I was molten, hot, and desirous. He’d mastered me, could take anything and everything from me. This is what I’d wanted, this total possession by another. He was here to give it to me.
He took his hand from my breast and gripped the neckline of my t-shirt. In one violent move, he’d torn it down the center, ruining the fabric and leaving my body open to his view. I opened my legs and he moved his knees between them.
He bent his head down and licked my nipple through the mask. It throbbed from his assault yet wanted every bit of his tongue. I put my hands above my head, giving in to what he wanted before he even ordered me to. I wanted to please him. He trailed his fingers down my stomach, making it tremble before smoothing his fingertips through the hair at my cleft. When he brushed my clit, I arched into him.
“You are so wet, my little slut.” He sank two fingers deep inside me and moved to my other nipple.
He sucked the hardened bud into his mouth and moved his fingers in and out in a slow, sensuous rhythm. My hips rose to meet his strokes as he continued his wicked assault on my breasts, moving from one to the other. He eased his fingers out and felt further down to my asshole. He froze.
“Where’s the gift I gave you?” His voice was so low, like the purr of a deadly animal.
“I-I-”
“Did I say you could remove it?” He swirled his fingers around my tight ass.
My desire grew right along with my trepidation.
“No.”
“You know you’re in trouble, don’t you?” He pushed his finger inside.
I moaned at the erotic sensation.
“So much trouble, Goldy.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Not yet. You will be.” He pulled away from me and stood. He wore only jeans and the knit mask. His broad chest was more than just lickable, it was perfect. He looked around, only the moonlight and the dim bathroom nightlight to guide him. His eyes seized on my bedside table where I’d laid the nipple clamps and the rope.
He walked over to the side of the bed and picked up the metallic clamps. They glinted as he examined them. “This is going to hurt, but I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
He picked up a length of rope and snagged one of my hands, tying it to the headboard before moving on to the next. Once satisfied I was secure, he ran his hands down my body to my legs. He tied each of my ankles, spreading me wide before lashing the rope to the side rails of the bed. He stood back and removed his mask.
I pulled on the ropes binding my hands. There was little give. I was stuck. He gave a grunt of approval as he took in my vulnerable position. He unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His cock was hard and ready, already a deep red.
My pussy welled at the sight, wetness coating me inside and out.
He crawled back on top of me, his cock resting against my wide open pussy. He took an already-hard nipple in his mouth, teasing it bigger with his tongue. He leaned back and positioned one of the clamps on my breast. When he let the sides go, it squeezed my nipple.
“Jericho!” I struggled at my bonds but it was useless.
A rush of pleasure and pain erupted from my breast and traveled all over my body, the pain going to my brain, the pleasure to my clit.
“This is just the beginning. Better get used to your bear, Goldy. I’m going to do you hot and cold before we ever come close to just right.” He licked the other nipple before placing the clamp on the hard tip.
I bucked up to him, loving the feel of his cock against me even as the clamps bore down on my sensitive skin. I had never known the same sort of rush. It was almost too much, my nerve endings screaming at the onslaught.
“Perfect.” He gripped his shaft and smoothed up and down on my clit.
Sensation washed over me – my pinched nipples, his hard cock, the possessive look in his eyes.
“First.” He pushed his head inside my slick pussy. “I’m going to fuck you here. Then, a little later,” he slid further in, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”
I moaned as he shoved all the way in, his balls slapping against me.
“That’s it. Take it all.” He pulled out to his tip and pushed in deep again. My walls clamped around him, embracing his thick shaft.
He leaned down over me and flicked his tongue across the exposed tips of my nipples. I’d thought they would go numb from the constriction. I was wrong. A strangled cry erupted from my throat at the intense
wave of pleasure that emanated from the simple caress of his tongue. He kept a smooth rhythm, his cock sliding easily in and out.
“Jericho,” I gasped.
He rose up over me, took a handful of my hair, and yanked my head to the side. When he bit my neck, I whimpered. His mouth fastened on the spot and sucked it lightly, soothing the pain of the bite and sending chills all over.
He was a rough intruder and a doting lover all at the same time. My head spun but I was too enthralled by the movement of his body and the feelings in my own to care about the discrepancy. I only knew one thing for certain, I never wanted him to stop.
I fisted my hands. They were useless all tied up. I needed to touch him, to run my nails down his back and pull his hair. Instead, I was trussed and open. He used me, and I loved every second of it, every thrust of his hips, every deep grunt. The pressure was a slow build in my clit as he took all of me.
He nipped at my ear, his tongue tracing the edge as his thrusts increased in speed and fury.
“I own you, Goldy,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I said. It was true.
All I could do was accept it. He leaned away from me, his green eyes locked on mine. He ran his fingertips over my nipples, making me strain against the ropes. The sensation was too much. My nipples were on fire.
He moved his fingers to the metal clamps as he kept up his vicious rhythm. “You know, I read that the sensation is dulled when these are on. It’s only when you take them off that—”
I couldn’t hear the rest of his words because of the overwhelming pleasure erupting from my breasts as he eased the clamps off. The pleasure filled me so much that my pussy clenched. I was coming, awash in sensation that radiated from my nipples outward.
“Fuck, Goldy,” Jericho grated.
My hips seized, locked in place as the waves flowed over me, my walls constricting and dragging Jericho deeper and deeper inside. He gripped my hips hard and thrust furiously. His jaw tightened and he let out a groan as he punished me, his cock kicking inside me as he released every bit of his cum. I was too high from my release to do anything but appreciate his hard body, the muscles rippling as the tension left him and entered me, pooling in a hot, sweet mess in my pussy.