Brazen Moon

by Ruth D. Kerce

  He released her nipple but not her hands. Her eyes were now closed and her mouth was slightly parted. “Open your eyes, Dalila.” She did as he asked, looking at him with an expression of wonder. “Did you come?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Her answer pleased him greatly and sent his sexual urges into overdrive. He released her hands and unhooked her bra from behind. Barely maintaining control, he gently slid the material down her arms and set it on the floor then he pushed her hands back behind her. She had magnificent breasts. Full with fat nipples. He leaned forward and sucked on the one he had bitten. Ah yes.

  With a light touch of his fingers, he stroked the silk covering her cunt. He felt the wetness of the material and knew she had indeed climaxed. Damn, his cock hurt. He needed to fuck her. Now! But he was far from finished with his sexual torture of her. He wanted her to beg for his cock, to beg him to fuck her until she could no longer move.

  His mouth slid from her breast down her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He lapped at the inside of her thighs. She started to lower her legs while reaching for her panties.

  “No. Stay put. Keep your hands behind your back or I will tie them there.” He looked at her intently as he spoke. Then he pushed her legs back over the arms of the chair and waited for her reaction.

  Without a word, she put her hands behind her back.

  Yes! He now knew he had a clear path to do to her whatever he wanted. His heart pounded like crazy and with a small spark from his fingers—one she did not even notice—he ripped the underwear off her, tearing the material.

  “Oh!” Her eyes widened but remained locked on his.

  “I am not a tender lover, Dalila. But I will make you come hard many times. Do you understand?”

  She swallowed then nodded. She’d never been with a man as sexually exciting as Ashe and she loved it. His strength. His power. His control. There was something very freeing about submitting to such a man’s needs and desires.

  Half lying in the chair, naked, her hands trapped beneath her back, her legs spread over the arms, her pussy open and vulnerable—more, was the foremost thought in her mind. More!

  He’d made her come just by biting her nipple through her bra. The mixture of pain with extreme pleasure was new to her. She liked it. Once he got his cock inside her, she might faint in ecstasy from the hard fucking he’d no doubt give her.

  Ashe lowered his head between her legs. His hands slipped beneath her ass and cupped her cheeks. He didn’t lick her clit though as she’d expected. Instead he raised her body and slid his tongue up inside her.

  “Ah, Ashe, yes!” She helped him by pushing up against the chair arms with her legs. He couldn’t possibly, but somehow he did—he pushed his tongue deeper. How long was this man’s tongue? She sobbed at the exquisite and decadent feeling.

  Her clit hurt too badly to ignore. She freed one hand and rubbed the hard nub furiously with her finger. “Oh, oh…oh.”

  Ashe’s tongue swiped her intimately, moving faster and faster inside her. Almost inhumanly fast.

  When her body began to shake, his fingers tightened on her ass, holding her in place. The orgasm erupted inside her and she screamed in ecstasy.

  The pleasure seemed to go on forever. Her back bowed and all her muscles tensed. Only when the pleasure began to wane and she relaxed did she feel his tongue gradually withdraw. He pushed her hand away from her pussy and replaced her finger with his tongue, licking slowly at her trembling clit.

  “I— Oh! I…yes!” More orgasms fluttered through her, causing her to whimper. “Ashe!” She squirmed and tears rolled down her cheeks, the pleasure was so great. “Oh…suck my clit. Yes! Oh, more. I’m still coming. Oh, yes!” Finally, after too many orgasms to count, she collapsed in the chair, unable to move.

  Chapter Three

  Ashe stared down at Dalila. The taste of her come remained strong in his mouth and he craved more. Never had he more enjoyed making a woman climax.

  But before they could continue, he had to get her protected. Now was the time to fuck her in the ass, while she was totally limp and satiated from the multiple orgasms he had given her.

  He reached down, unhooked his belt and opened the top button of his jeans. He felt ready to come right now. One thrust and it might be over. But he would hold out for as long as he could and try to make it good for her. He slid her sweats over in front of the ottoman to provide a soft padding for her knees. “Come down here.”

  “Hmm?”

  “Right here.” He helped her to her knees and leaned her face-first across the cushion. “Ah, yeah.” He urged her knees apart as she lay submissively. “So sexy.”

  “What are you doing?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

  “I am going to fuck you in the ass.” He released his cock but did not bother to remove his pants.

  She pushed up to turn around but he gently pushed her back. “Stay right there. Let me do this.” He pulled off his belt, then grabbed both of her wrists and tied them securely behind her back.

  “Ashe?”

  She tugged against his hold at first but then stilled. He could feel her tenseness and the concern in her voice touched him. “Trust me.” He would never hurt her. He needed her to learn that. He also needed her to learn to submit to him when necessary. “You will enjoy this.”

  “All right.” Her voice came out low, uncertain.

  With his fingers, using the moisture still present in her cunt, he lubed his cock. Then he spread her ass cheeks and nudged her tight hole with the head of his penis.

  “Oh.” One small word from her, barely spoken.

  He waited for more of a protest, knowing now would be the turning point, but it never came, so he pushed forward slowly until just the tip of his cock disappeared inside her. He felt her stiffen slightly. “Relax.” His fingers tightened on her ass cheeks as he pushed into her a bit more, until the entire head of his cock was inside her ass. Such a fucking erotic sight! “Oh yeah.” He clenched his jaw, trying hard not to come.

  Dalila groaned at the feel of Ashe’s cock pushing into her ass. When he’d first grabbed her wrists to tie her up, she’d felt a second of panic. But only for a second. Now she felt like some sex slave. Bound and impaled in the ass by his huge cock. The decadent act felt better than she’d expected. She’d never much enjoyed anal sex. But so far, with Ashe, she loved it and pushed back against him, spurred on by the low moan of pleasure she heard from him.

  He slid a little deeper. “Do you like my cock in your ass?” When she nodded, he tangled one hand in her hair and lifted her head. “Answer me with words. Do you like getting fucked in the ass?”

  Her heart pounded furiously. “By you. Y-Yes.”

  “By me? Dalila, you are driving me to the edge of insanity.” He released her hair and curled the fingers of both his hands around her hips.

  She continued to lie submissively as he pumped his cock into her. Her nipples pressed against the cushion and she squirmed to rub them along the material. Her pleasure grew as an orgasm built inside her. Not being able to touch Ashe or herself made her sexual needs almost agonizing. “Please,” she begged. “Harder. I need to come.”

  “Ah, domina, ita.” Ashe grunted has he pushed his cock more aggressively into her.

  The ottoman rolled forward and bumped against the couch.

  Dalila’s ass burned, her clit throbbed. She pushed her ass back against him. “Please! Make me scream.”

  He released her hips and tangled his hands in her hair once again. “You want it rough?”

  “Yes! Just make me come.”

  “You will come.”

  She heard Ashe’s breathing quicken as he moved faster, fucking her ass hard, almost like a man possessed. She’d definitely be sore in the morning but she didn’t care. She loved this savage taking.

  Suddenly her whole body tightened and the climax exploded inside her. “Ah, ah, Ashe! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!”

  Her orgasm sent him over the edge. He shouted something uni
ntelligible and then his whole body stiffened. She felt his cum shoot into her ass and she thought he’d never stop coming. His fingers dug almost painfully into her scalp as he held her in place.

  After long moments of mind-numbing pleasure, they both relaxed. She sagged on top of the ottoman and he collapsed on top of her. After a few moments, he pulled his cock out of her ass. She twitched at the feeling.

  The absence of his warmth, along with the accompanying silence, made her turn her head. He was gone. She was too exhausted to move or even to call his name. Then she heard the water in the bathroom and soon he returned with a moist washcloth and cleaned her gently. No man had ever done that for her before and her heart softened.

  After he finished, she tugged against his belt. “Can you untie me?”

  He set aside the cloth and loosened the leather restraint, releasing her wrists. He rubbed her arms. “Stay here a minute until I get back.”

  Not a problem. She sat on her clothes and rested her head on the cushion of the ottoman while he once again disappeared into the bathroom. This was one experience she wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.

  Before long, Ashe returned and picked her up in his arms. “Are you all right? I did not hurt you?”

  “I’m perfect.” She snuggled close. “Are you staying?”

  He didn’t answer, only held her tighter as he walked into her bedroom. He crossed in front of the window and stopped beside her bed.

  Dalila felt herself airborne as he tossed her on the mattress. She laughed, but when she looked up at him, she sobered.

  Ashe stood over her, his eyes burning with passion. Even though her body was still shaking from what he’d done to her in the other room, his look almost sent her into another orgasmic fit.

  He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even smile. But he made his intent clear. He wasn’t done with her.

  His pullover sweater hit the carpet first, leaving his chest bare and his hair a sexy mess. His six-pack abdomen immediately caught her attention. He toed off his boots then stood in a wide stance, towering over her, looking like some sort of sexual warrior. He was completely self assured. She saw it in his face, in his stance. His utter confidence attracted her more than even his sexy looks.

  When he dropped his pants, she gasped. He wore no underwear and his cock grew hard right before her eyes. How could he be hard again so soon? The thickness of the shaft had her holding her breath, until she let it out in a rush of desire. She’d had that huge cock in her ass? She could barely believe it. The dark red color, broad head, and veined length made her body ache all over. She couldn’t find her voice. All she could do was look up at him.

  “You are safe now. Even so, I will fuck you again. I will fuck you all night.”

  Safe. From demons. He didn’t say it but she knew that’s what he meant. If he truly believed that, well, was there really any harm? It was sort of like some people believed wholeheartedly in ghosts and superstitious behavior, while others swore nothing like that was possible. Why should she even care? She didn’t want Ashe to leave. That was the only thing she knew for certain. She held out her hand to him.

  A smile graced his face and a small dimple appeared in his left cheek. Funny how she’d never noticed that before. But then Ashe normally didn’t smile so widely. His face had totally lit up when she’d reached for him, as if he hadn’t been certain she would.

  Without another word, he covered her body with his, pressing her down into the mattress. He immediately covered her mouth with his and slipped his tongue between her lips.

  She wrapped her arms and legs around him, wanting this night to last forever. When he pulled back, a strange feeling rushed down her spine. She looked toward the window. The curtain was half open but she couldn’t really see out from where she was.

  He followed her gaze. “Is something wrong?”

  With a soft touch, she turned his head until their eyes locked. “No. Nothing at all.”

  He ducked his head and his tongue grazed the skin along her neck. She felt her body flush and she sighed. She needed him inside her again. Inside her pussy this time. Face-to-face, so she could see all the emotions as they filled his eyes.

  Her hands found his butt and she squirmed beneath him. “I need you inside me, Ashe.”

  “My pleasure.” He shifted and in one long glide, he pushed into her pussy. He arched his neck as if in pure ecstasy.

  She definitely felt the ecstasy as his cock went deep. So incredibly deep. “Yes.” When he pushed inside that last inch, she savored the feeling of them locked together.

  He began to move his hips, slowly but deliberately, building the tension. Once their gazes met, he never looked away from her as if also wanting to see every emotion in her eyes.

  “I thought you weren’t a tender lover,” she whispered, about ready to melt.

  “I am not…normally. But you are a very special lady.” His voice cracked just a little. “Very special to me.”

  Her heart constricted then pounded hard. She couldn’t look at him anymore, too afraid of what she might see in his eyes. Too afraid of what he might see in her eyes. She pulled him close and pushed her hips up against his body.

  “Ah yeah, Dalila.”

  She clawed at his back, needing to come. This slow build-up of sexual tension had her right on the edge of an explosion of pleasure. Pleasure she knew only he could give her. She undulated her body. “Faster. Fuck me faster.”

  He pulled her arms from around him and held her wrists down on the mattress beside her shoulders. “You will not look away.” His voice demanded compliance. His gaze was intense, determined, passionate. He said nothing more, only fucked her faster, as she had asked. “Your cunt will milk my cock dry.”

  As he thrust deeply, over and over, she gasped and arched her back. “Oh yes.” The feeling grew and expanded inside her, until the orgasm exploded, rushing through her body. “Ashe!” The muscles in her pussy contracted, tightening around his shaft. Everything faded except the pleasure she felt.

  Ashe’s body stiffened and he called out her name as he came. That’s the last thing she remembered.

  Chapter Four

  Dalila’s eyelids fluttered open. Something had woken her. Some sense she couldn’t identify and didn’t like. She remained still, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room. But in the surrounding quiet, all seemed normal. As usual, she was worrying needlessly.

  Once she calmed, the memory of the night came back to her in vivid detail. Her body felt so sated. She sighed and stretched.

  The clock on the nightstand caught her eye. Almost two in the morning.

  She looked beside her. Ashe lay naked on his stomach, his face turned toward the wall. From his deep, even breathing, she could tell he was asleep. A need to touch him pulled at her but she didn’t want to wake him.

  The things he’d done to her tonight… She couldn’t help the satisfied smile that crossed her face. But just as quickly, a shiver raced down her spine. She tensed then shrugged off the feeling. Stop it!

  Her strange sense of something odd in the air was just her imagination. She hadn’t been this happy in so long that she feared something would snatch it away. That’s all it was. She really needed to relax and enjoy her time with Ashe. For however long it lasted.

  Careful not to shake the mattress, she slipped out of bed and pulled on a short nightgown. “I’m famished,” she whispered. She’d worked up quite the appetite. She had some cinnamon buns in the refrigerator just calling her name.

  She strolled over to the window first and glanced out at the low-hanging moon. It looked especially beautiful tonight with its light brassy glow. She’d always felt a special affinity with the night.

  Her stomach growled. “All right. I’m going.” Just as she began to turn away, something dropped onto the fire escape and she jerked at the unexpected sound. Even through the closed window, she’d heard the clang.

  “What the heck?” A gold coin on a chain. It had fallen from above and
stuck in the metal slats of the landing. One of the men who lived above her must have leaned over the landing and accidentally dropped it. She slid open the window.

  The cool air wafted inside and she rubbed her arms as she focused on the glint. Yes. It was definitely a gold coin. She leaned out the window and reached to snatch it up.

  A white, bony hand shot out of nowhere and grabbed her wrist! Her head snapped up and her gaze connected with a creature’s bloodshot eyes. He sat crouched to her left and looked less than human. His bald head practically glowed in the dark and his skin was so pale that he appeared dead. How hadn’t she seen him there?

  She tried to scream but her chest tightened. No matter how hard she tried, no sound came out, as if her voice was not under her control.

  The creature’s mouth opened to reveal long, thin teeth. Like…a demon. Ashe’s words came back to haunt her. No, no, no. Hysteria bubbled up inside her. She pulled but couldn’t get loose.

  A dream. This had to be a dream. A nightmare.

  He yanked her halfway out the window. Terror rose up inside her like she’d never known. She slapped the window pane with her other hand and kicked furiously, trying to make whatever noise she could, praying that Ashe would wake up.

  The creature slashed at her nightgown with his long fingernails, ripping it from her body. No! She clawed at his hold with her free hand. Her bare side scraped against the window frame, burning her skin, as she tried to get loose.

  Suddenly, a hand circled her ankle. Her gaze flew to her leg then snapped up. Ashe!

  His jaw was clenched. His eyes looked black. Horribly and completely black. She had to be imagining the sight. Frightened and confused, she couldn’t look away. The muscles in her chest squeezed painfully.

  “Release her. Now!” His voice echoed in the cool air.

  The creature hissed.

  “This woman is mine. She has been marked.” Ashe’s eyes burned. Actually burned—turning red right before her gaze. He opened his mouth and fire shot out.

  If she could have screamed, she would have.