SANCTUARY: Beards & Bondage
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“I wanted to see you naked, but I know you like to keep some clothes on. So whatever you want there.”
“No, I think we can arrange that, but you’ll have to get completely naked too. It wouldn’t do for us to get caught out here by someone and I’m the only one in the nude.”
“Excuse me.” He nudges me back so he can stand, then starts undressing. I don’t know that I could paint a better picture. This six and a half foot tall, sexy as fuck farmer with muscles for days, stripping out of his clothes at fucking sunset, just for me. When he pulls off his boxers, his erection springs free, completely hard and ready for me. We’re going to have some fun. Once he’s completely nude, I just sit there staring up at him, looking at every glorious inch of his amazing body. I still want to take pictures I can keep.
“Your turn,” he says after I’ve been ogling him for a solid minute.
“Oh, right. My bad.” I stand and strip down to nothing but a suggestive smile. The most ridiculous thought pops into my head after I set my bra down. I burst out laughing.
“What?” Silas asks. “What’s so funny?”
“I was just thinking we look like we’re about to face off in a wrestling match right now. We just need a ref.”
“Do you want to wrestle?” he asks earnestly, even though his eyebrow goes up like I’m insane.
“No. I definitely do not. Wrestled a man last week and I don’t want to repeat that.”
“Shit, right.Well…” He steps closer and gently places his hands on either side of my cheeks. “I don’t think it would be a fair fight anyway. I’d tap out in seconds.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. Can we have sex now?”
“Yes. We can.” I stand up on my toes and press my lips to his. “Now there’s a few things I have to tell you first.”
“Okay.”
“You can’t just shove it in there.”
“I’d wouldn’t. I know how big my dick is. I’d kill you.”
I snort. “That’s true. Seriously, stop making me laugh. This is serious.”
“I’m not trying to make you laugh. Should I just stop talking again?”
“No. You can talk, but it might be hard for you to say something when your mouth is full of my pussy.” That look comes back to his face. That look where I’ve clearly said something that turns him on so much his brain stops working. “I’m gonna lie down and then I’m gonna walk you through just how to get me so turned on that fucking me in the ass will be…” I almost say fun. “Very pleasurable for us both.”
“Deal. On your back.”
“Uh!? Excuse me?”
“Sorry. My dick is about to explode. I would really like to get things started.”
“I was going to sit on your face, but now I’m really going to make you do all the work.” I slink down to the ground, then make a little pillow out of his pants and his shirt. “Okay, come here,” I say once I’m comfortable. I plant my feet on the blanket and part my thighs to make room for his wide shoulders. He sinks to his knees and waits for me to go on. I know it’s killing him. He’s practically vibrating with need, but I don’t care. His anticipation is turning me on. He’ll get what he wants in good time.
“I want you to kiss it the way you know I like it.” He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t move. “It’s not going to bite you. Go on.”
“Yes, Miss Ebie,” he says and I know I have his full attention. You can’t put the ball back in my court and think you’re still going to call the shots. I watch him as he lowers his mouth to my pussy, but my eyes slide closed as soon as he presses his lips to my wet slit. He has a perfect memory. He remembers exactly the way I like it. He makes love to my pussy with his mouth, kissing it nice and deliberate and slow. I let out the most pathetic sigh when just the tip of his tongue parts my lips. He moves lower, teasing my entrance.
“Come here,” I say on a harsh whimper. He doesn’t stop immediately, not until I tap his shoulder. “Come up here.” He listens then, sliding up my body until I can wrap my arms around him and pull him down on top of me. I can’t resist kissing him. It’s not so much the softness of his lips as it’s the way I can taste myself on them. It’s the perfect torture of his swollen cock sliding against my stomach. We kiss for a perfectly long time. When I realize my hips are rising on their own, that my clit is chasing the pressure and weight of him, I know I need to stop our little makeout session. I let my head fall against my makeshift pillow. I try to breathe.
“Okay. As you were.” I open my eyes when he doesn’t move right away, and as soon as we make eye contact he moves back down my body and goes right back to pressing his mouth to my now soaked pussy.
“Use your fingers,” I groan. He uses two long, thick fingers and pushes his way inside. My back arches off the blanket at the perfect invasion. Coming on his hand, especially with the way his tongue is rubbing over my clit in the most perfect way, would be so easy, but I want to wait until he’s inside me. When I feel the tremors rising, I tell him to stop.
“Grab one of the condoms.” I tell him. He doesn’t hesitate this time. I look up as I hear the packet ripping open just in time to stop him. “No, no. First and middle finger. It’s for your fingers. I want you to get me nice and ready.”
“Oh okay.”
“Use the lube.” I watch him for a second as he sheaths his fingers, then moves the little pile of clothes until it’s settled under my hips. I need to give him a better angle to work with. Before I can give him anymore instructions, his tongue is pushing inside my cunt and his fingers are gently pressing against my ass. I almost jump in surprise. I don’t expect him to get it right so quickly. But this is Silas McInroy I’m dealing with. Not so great at first with the talk, all in with the action. I don’t have to say another word. He works with me with his mouth and teases me for so long I know I’m close to coming again. When I let out a pathetic noise, something near a “please,” he starts to push his fingers inside.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“Okay?” he asks, concerned.
“Yes. More than okay. Don’t stop.” He doesn’t. He does everything perfectly right, pushing forward, easing back, again and again until I feel his other knuckles against my skin. His tongue is still inside of me. I come. I can’t stop myself. A bad bitch I might be, but I’m no match for whatever he’s doing to me. He lets me ride it out and then when I come back to myself, he eases his hand out of me and looks up.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, like I might actually want to call it a night.
“Hell no,” I say. “Now, you put on a condom on your dick.” He smartly grabs a fresh condom out of the pack and slides it on. My hand goes to my pussy and I can’t help but touch myself while I watch him lube himself up. He looks down at me when he’s ready. It’s starting to get dark, but the candlelight hits him just right.
“We should have recorded this,” I say out loud.
“We still can,” he says. He’s holding on to his control, just barely. I know he’ll put this all on pause to give me what I want, even setting up his phone and testing the lighting and the angles until I’m satisfied.
“Next time. Let me give you what you want. Just go slow.” I lie my head back down on the blanket and wait until I feel the head of his cock push against my tightest hole. My pussy tenses, feeling empty, wanting another round, but I want him in my ass just as bad.
I let out a deep breath and relax my body. I take a little bit of him and then a little more. He’s so big, so thick around. I just need to breathe. He pushes forward another inch, another, and I have to stop him. He stops. He waits. I inhale and let it out, focusing on letting him all the way in. I urge him on and then feel that bite of pain. There’s no way to avoid it. He’s so big, but I can handle it. I breathe through it, thinking for just a moment that maybe I’ve bitten off more than I possibly handle. I let out a weak laugh that turns into a moan as I move my hips and take him in the final inch.
“Do I need to stop again?” he asks. I can hear it in h
is voice, we’re enduring the same torture. We need the exact same thing.
“Don’t stop, Silas. Don’t stop.” He slowly pulls back just a bit and pushes back in. My fingers slide off my clit, pinching it harder than I should.
“Does it feel good?” I ask him.
“Shit. Yes.”
“Good. Go slow.” He moves again, in and out, again, again. I settle into the blanket and let him do what he will. Holy fuck the pain is still there, but after a few moments it starts to feel so good. My fingers push into my pussy and I start fucking myself with my hand. I can feel him from the inside, moving as slowly as he can handle and I realize that there’s no longer a need for this painfully slow pace. I want more.
“Go faster, baby,” I gasp out as I slide my other hand over my tit. I pinch my nipple hard as his hands slide under my thighs. I feel him move closer, giving himself even better leverage. Then he pumps into me, hard.
The sounds that come out of me are so pathetic, so needy. Still, it doesn’t stop my hips from moving on their own. Doesn’t stop my body from chasing the frantic pace he’s after. Doesn’t stop my pussy from clenching down on my fingers, forcing myself out. I’m positive they can hear me all the way back in the cafe when I start coming, when I start squirting all over him. I am loud and totally incoherent, but Silas knows not to stop until I tell him. He knows not to let up even when the come that’s gushing out of me stops. Even when I’m reduced to slapping my own clit until it starts up again. He knows not to stop even when I’m lying there, half limp. I’m not done until I can’t take anymore and it’s still a few minutes more.
Finally I flap my hands, gesturing for him to come close. I don’t open my eyes to see if he’s gotten the message, but a moment later he slides over me and we’re kissing again. He presses in deep, holds himself still as I ride out the last bit of ecstasy that shivers through me. When I need to breathe, I slowly roll out from beneath him and move to my side. We’re both breathing hard. When I open my eyes, it’s nearly dark. He looks so beautiful in the candlelight. I roll on my back and cannot believe how clear the stars are.
“Mmm. You were great,” I say, as I look back over at him. “Let’s go back to the house.”
“Huh?”
“I’m starting to get cold. Let’s go back to the house.”
“I—but—” His eyes dart down to his crotch. His hard dick is still straining forward between his legs.
“Oh, you want to come?”
“Yes,” he says.
“Maybe later. I’m cold.” I stand up and start getting dressed. He sits up on his elbow and looks at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m still ready to pack it in for the night. “Let’s go. You can clean this all up later, right?”
He makes a weird noise when I turn my back and start adjusting my bra, but then I see his naked ass walk by as he takes off the condom. It takes all my willpower to keep a straight face. I finish dressing and then walk around the circle and start blowing out the candles. They really were working because by the time I get to the last one, the bugs already start moving in.
“I’ll be in the truck,” I say. He’s buttoning up his shirt. The brand new shirt I came all over. There’s a huge spot that stretches from the collar all over the right shoulder, down the side. I will not laugh. I will not.
“Okay,” he grunts. “Let me just pack up the food and we can go.” Oh, he is so pissed. I will not laugh.
I step into my rainboots and pick my way over to the truck. I find it unlocked and climb in. Silas makes quick work of packing up the picnic and our trash. He throws it in the flatbed and then climbs in the driver’s seat. He refuses to look at me. As soon as he turns the key and the cabin goes dark, I reach over and run my hand over his crotch.
“Open your legs,” I tell him. He gives me that look again, like I’ve lost my whole mind. “Is this a problem?
“No. What? No.”
“Okay, well open your legs a bit and then drive.” He adjusts himself to give me enough room to cup him just right. I can feel his half-deflated erection pump back to life under my fingers. He slowly backs up and turns the truck around. I let him drive for a minute or so, rubbing him up and down, squeezing him before it’s time to remind him what he asked me to do for him tonight.
“Stop the truck.”
“What?”
“Stop the truck.” He stops. “Put it in park. Take your foot off the pedal.” He slams the gear shift into place, then throws on the emergency brake. I reach over and unbutton his jeans. He has to help me pull out his cock, it’s so big. I thank him and then I start stroking him, skin to skin. I look at him and don’t look away until he takes his gaze off what my fingers are doing and looks back at me. I want to kiss him, but we’re not done with our lesson yet.
“Say it. ‘This cock is yours, Ebie.’ Say it.”
“This cock is yours. Ebie,” he chokes out. His eyes almost roll closed when I run my thumb over the wet slit of his dick.
“Good. And you trust me, don’t you? You know I’m going to take care of this cock. There’s no need for you to rush me.”
He shakes his head in agreement, but that’s not what I want. I stop moving my hand. “Uh! Try again. Say it. Say ‘I know you’re going to take good care of this cock.’”
He swallows before he speaks. “I know you’re going to take good care of this cock.”
“That’s right.” I lean over the center console and take him into my mouth. I suck him nice and slow until he starts pumping into my mouth. I really like Silas, I care about him a lot. He’s earned a lot in this sexual relationship, but I’m not going to let him come in my mouth. Not yet. I sit back and keep stroking him with my hand. He lets out a sigh of relief, like he knows he won’t last another second if I keep sucking him down.
“You like the way I treat your cock, don’t you? Tell me the truth.”
“Yes, Ebie. I like the way you treat my cock.”
“Good. I like the way your cock treats me. You can come now,” I say as I start stroking him faster. He can’t come on command yet, not after he’s been holding back so long. He hasn’t had enough practice. Still it only takes a few pumps before jizz starts spurting out of his cock. He makes the hottest noise, this painful groan that turns into a full on moan as his head digs back into the headrest. Some of his cum reaches his chest, but the rest of it dribbles out of the tip, thick white globs on the head of his cock and the back of my hand. I keep it up, stroking him nice and hard until there’s nothing left. I wipe my hand on his jeans.
“Thank you for a lovely evening,” I say, looking at him. I can’t help but smirk a bit when his eyes roll in my direction.
“Yeah,” he says. He clears his throat before stuffing himself back into his pants and zipping up his fly.
“Hey, you gave the control back to me, buddy. I don’t know what you expected,” I say. I do laugh this time.
“You’re going to kill me,” he says as he releases the brake and slides the gear back to Drive. I decide to give him a break until we get back to the house. I help him unload the food. I grab the bug spray and let the dogs out for a bit while he gets cleaned up and changes his clothes. When we climb into bed together, David Dorrit is the furthest thing from my mind. I’m ready to deal with what Scott has to throw at me when he learns the truth. In this moment, I am happy and I don’t want anyone to fuck this up for me.
Silas turns off the light and pulls me close. I’m wide awake. I’ll watch cooking shows on my laptop once he falls asleep. For now I want him to hold me.
I listen to the sound of the AC. I readjust when Honeycrisp comes to claim her spot on the sheets. When everything is quiet, Silas speaks.
“I wish you didn’t have to be here,” he says in the dark between us. It takes me a second before I understand what exactly he means.
“Me neither,” I reply.
“But I could do this for a long time.”
“Me too.”
Sixteen
“Silas—”
“I know,” he says with a groan. He’s already moving. I squint as he turns on the bedside light just in time for Honeycrisp to join in the barking frenzy. She’s standing at the foot of the bed, bracing herself, pointing her whole body toward the door. I look over and Silas is digging through the back of his closet. He pulls out a shotgun.
“What the fuck?”
“It’s not loaded. Stay here,” he says. I want to follow him, help if I can, but I’m too scared. Honeycrisp isn’t helping the situation. She’s completely flipping out and she’d guarding me. It’s not helping.
“Honeycrisp, come here.” She looks at me and does a double take before she sits beside me. She chills out a little, but she won’t stop growling. Hank, Morty and Gala are still going nuts out in the hall. There are even a few weak barks from Joe.
“Quiet. Go sit. Sit!” I hear Silas say. The dogs hush immediately. “Who is it?” The response is muffled but a few seconds later I hear the door open.
“Where’s Liz?” Fuck. It’s Scott.
I don’t think, I just jump out bed and rush down the hall. Honeycrisp is right beside me. Sure enough, Scott is standing there in the foyer in front of Silas. They both look at me. The difference between them is so stark and clear, especially under the creepy yellow light that shines in the hallway between the dining room and the TV room. Silas is in his boxers, no shirt, his feet bare. Scott is still dressed from work in a pressed, custom suit. I feel like I haven’t seen him in months even though it’s only been a week.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” I hear myself say.
“I came to get you. I thought you were sleeping on the couch,” he says to Silas as he glances into the TV room, then back at us both.
My brain rushes to come up with an excuse, but I haven’t even processed the how and why of Scott being here. I’m not quick enough to spit out an answer. I’m not quick enough to stop Silas.