by Jenny Jeans
“Fuck,” Gavin uttered. Then he ordered sharply, “Look at me.”
Lisa opened her clenched eyes and saw the knowledge that Gavin had his finger deep inside her. Her brother-in-law. Then, he began moving his finger.
“That’s it.” He leaned forward and he began to finger fuck her, to her uncontrolled moans of pleasure.
He grasped the back of her head, holding her gaze on his, as he plunged his finger harder inside her. “I c-can’t come like that,” she moaned. “Touch my clit, Gavin,” she pleaded. “Please. I need it so bad.”
He gripped the back of her head tighter. “You will come like this, Lisa,” he hissed. Two of his fingers pumped into her and they made sloppy, slick fucking sounds, while her hips jerked with each movement. “Just like you’re going to come on my cock, when you return to me.”
“Oh God,” she whimpered. Her eyes closed as her hips jerked faster, following the rhythm of his forceful finger fucking.
“Look at me!” he barked, and her eyelids burst open.
He leaned forward more and moved his fingers faster inside her, until a burn started deep inside her. “Oh. Oh. Oh,” she panted.
“Yeah,” he uttered. “Come on, sweet pussy.”
The chair jerked as her eyes rolled back and the torrid burn turned into a coiling ache that got tighter and tighter. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she cried, and his fingers rapidly fucking inside her as his hand slapped between her thighs.
Then her body tensed and bowed upward, as much as her bonds would let her, and intense pleasure exploded inside her. It stole her breath for long seconds as hot liquid squirted between her thighs making her scream again, shuddering.
Gavin felt Lisa’s squirting climax and he fucking nearly ejaculated on the spot. He’d not intended to touch her clit, but he’d never had a woman squirt before. He started slapping her pussy with his fingers, flaying her clit. More hot liquid squirted out of her luscious pussy as she cried out as if the pleasure was so raw she was lost in it.
“That’s it, Lisa,” he urged, swiping her clit rapidly and she squirt again with a frantic set of cries. His hand was soaked, her thighs were soaked, and he let go of her head to work her clit and fuck his fingers inside of her heat at the same time. Each time she came, her cries grew staccato and shrill, then hot come juice would squirt on his hand.
“Fucking beautiful,” he snarled, leaning in and working her again with three fingers fucking her roughly.
Her head fell back as she screamed and squirted again. He nearly had his cock out by the time he regained control and slowed his motions. Visions of her tied; wrists tied to her ankles, which would spread her wide open for him as she squirted and he fucked her, blazed through his thoughts.
But he forced himself away with a tremor.
If she came back ...
TWO / ONLY IF YOU COME BACK
He’d never called her. Not once. Lisa had tried to convince herself she was glad Gavin hadn’t called. Her indignation had worked for an entire week, but then as always she’d gotten slowly lonelier and lonelier. That was her downfall — the lonelier she got, the hornier she got and in the past that always drove her to Gavin’s door.
She’d never dared let him know she was horny in the past. She’d just needed to look at him — to be around him … then she’d go home and have marathon sessions with her vibrator. Always getting confused in her lustful fantasies whether it was Travis she was thinking about or Gavin as she made herself come.
Now she was lonely and extremely embarrassed over the way she’d come so hard, while squirting her passion in a way she’d never done before. She was so needy, but afraid to admit it. She was screwed worse than she’d been before. Because now she knew what Gavin was into — what he expected. Now she knew that he thought of her sexually. Very sexually, and she couldn’t ignore that. If she went to him now, it would be glaring that she went to get fucked by her ex brother-in-law.
No hiding that.
It would also mean she went to be tied down and taken by him. She’d never experienced anything so stunning in her life. Her desire for it again was nearly uncontrollable. The only thing stopping her was her need for him to make the first next move … for him to ask her. She needed him to ... well, come get her.
Lisa looked at her cell phone, daring herself to call him. Then she growled a frustrated sound and tossed the phone into the passenger seat of her car. It would make her look like a needy slut if she made the first move.
Only if you come back.
Was it her he wanted or would any pussy do? Did she care after the way he made her feel? When she was with him she never thought about the past. So she’d be his bondage slut for a while. Then before she knew it, she was in his parking lot, looking at his fancy sports car. A man who drove a sports car like that would be into bondage, she thought snottily.
But if he ties you up, it won’t really be your fault what happens.
Lisa bit her bottom lip, wanting so badly to go inside, but she couldn’t make herself do it. She wanted Travis back, not Gavin, didn’t she? If she went up to Gavin’s expensive loft on her own, things would never be the same. Travis would be wiped away forever.
With tears in her eyes, Lisa pulled her car back out of Gavin’s parking lot and she sped to a seedy club she knew. She’d get drunk and find a guy to lay her, then she’d forget about Gavin and how her brother-in-law tied her up, made her squirt passionately, and made her climax more brilliantly than any feelings she’d ever had.
Only by one o’clock in the morning, she’d turned down every guy in the bar that had tried to lay her. Plus she was smashed. Normally, she had a death wish being drunk and she’d drive anyways, but the bartender took her keys and told her to call a cab.
That was the last thing she remembered, until she woke up to a bright light in her eyes with her head pounding from a roaring hangover.
“Do you remember telling the cab driver to bring you here?”
Lisa winced and turned her head on the bed toward Gavin’s irritated voice. He straddled a chair turned around with the back between his thighs. His muscled forearms were resting on the top of the back and she realized it was the chair he’d tied her up in.
His ripped chest was bare and it looked as if he was wearing running pants, with bare feet, an unshaven jaw, and intense eyes. The knowledge of what they'd done … their intense sexual session, rushed between them and her chest heaved. She was going to jump up and run away, only the moment she tried to move she realized she was tied spread eagle to Gavin’s bed.
“Fucking told you if you came back,” he hissed lowly and with a growl of anger.
“I was drunk,” she hissed back, fighting the bonds tying her to his bed. Then realizing there was just a sheet over her and she was naked underneath. “You took my clothes!” she exclaimed, and it made her head pound more. “Give them back, Gavin, and untie me,” she said through gritted teeth, while looking at the ceiling and not him. She couldn’t look at him.
Her brother-in-law had tied her naked to his bed!
“Not until you receive punishment for showing up here smashed again, Lisa,” his voice uttered harshly.
Just Gavin saying the word, “punishment,” curled through her sex like a firecracker igniting. She could feel the dampness pooling, as her pussy heated to, “Yes! Sex. Now.”
“No, no,” she muttered under her breath, fighting the arousal. It wasn’t enough to get hot over Gavin tying her up, but now this! Was she seriously getting crazy horny over him being more of an asshole? She was mortified her nipples were so hard that it was obvious through the sheet, barely covering her breasts.
But all that flew from her mind with Gavin’s forceful and angry …“You don’t get to say no! You don’t get to just show up here filthy drunk!”
He reached forward and snapped the sheet off her. “Gavin!” she wailed.
“You think that I like having you sloppy drunk and coming on to me,” Gavin growled.
Her horrified gaze shot to his,
to see his gaze roaming over her exposed body. Had she come on to him? She didn’t remember that as she cringed, not able to cover herself from his exploring gaze.
“Grabbing my cock and trying to get me to fuck you. So drunk you fell over, and then …” His voice was so low she had to strain to listen. “You called me fucking Travis. Again.”
“Oh no,” she whispered. “Oh, Gavin, I didn’t mean it!”
His lips were stern and his gaze was filled with severe emotion as he pinned her gaze. “What we did … how I made you feel wasn’t good enough,” he uttered, through clenched teeth.
Then being nude and tied to his bed didn’t matter, because Lisa realized she was in very close danger of having him hate her.
She broke down. “I was afraid to come here. I tried, Gavin, I was outside, but then I got scared and I got drunk to hide it. Again.”
He looked her over slowly, down her nude body and up, not revealing to her that divulging her deepest secrets was affecting him.
“Your pretty pussy’s wet,” he remarked.
She gasped with her thighs quivering with the need to close, but the inability to do it. “Gavin, please,” she pleaded.
He looked past her pussy and breasts up to her eyes. “Is that why you get drunk, Lisa? Because you’re afraid?”
“I’m naked and helpless here, you have all the control,” she whispered fiercely. “I’m telling you yes. I’m afraid of what I feel for you.”
She turned her gaze away from him with embarrassment flushing even the hard tips of her nipples. He uttered a curse, making her nude body flinch as she twisted against the bonds holding her to his bed.
“Your safe word is ‘redemption,’ Lisa.” She didn’t move as shivers ran over her nude flesh. “You say it and I will release you. Stop anything I am doing.”
She opened her mouth to scream the word, when he added, “But then, I will refuse to ever see you again after that. I won’t play your self-destructive games any longer. Besides, I want a willing bondage submissive in my bed, not a forced one.”
“Oh God,” she whimpered. He-he wanted a bondage submissive? Her? Oh god ...
“That, baby ...” His breath was right against her cheek, and it was only then she’d known he’d moved. “Is not the safe word.”
THREE / YOUR BEGGING PUTS CHERRY ON TOP
Fuck, Lisa was more perfect than Gavin could have dreamed of. Her breasts were large and firm with the nipples poking outward like lances. Her hips were round and her freaking pussy had soft pink lips above a little trim of hair. The fact he could get her to squirt her passion just made the anticipation that much hotter. He loved the way her arms tied over her head arched her back and thrust her big firm breasts up higher, deepening the v between her thighs. She twisted in the ropes he had her tied with and it moved her voluptuous body with undulations that made his dick pound harder.
His lust wanted her bound more, but he was going to make her squirt for him first.
“How’s it feel, Lisa?” he demanded to know, rising from the chair and turning it to shove it away.
Her breath was panting as if she’d run up a long flight of stairs and he knew that adrenaline lust rush. “Like you own me,” she panted.
He sneered. Exactly like that. He touched her bare foot closest to him and began to stroke up her ankle, calf, past her full hip, and up to her large breast. He brushed her nipple, which was hard and jutting outward. She lifted into to his touch, seeking more, before he continued on until his hand closed over her slender throat.
“I want to own you,” he told her lowly, squeezing and holding her throat imprison beneath his hand.
She licked her lips with her eyes wide. “I’m so horny,” she whispered, sounding desperate.
“Good,” he uttered. “I like my pussy very wet and very ready for my cock.”
She moaned as if the words and meaning flushed through her body with excitement. “I-Is this what you do, Gavin? Tie women up and make them crazy with need?”
“A woman’s body thrashing in lust is the most sexual thing I can imagine,” he uttered, looking down her nude body, then he lifted his fingers to her sopping wet slit as she moan low, needy sounds. “But having you bound and unable to stop me, buttercup. That’s the lust trip.” He stroked her taut clit that was hot and wet, and she cried out little panting sounds.
“Please, please, Gavin,” she begged.
“Your begging me, just puts the cherry on top,” he uttered.
Gavin got out the oil and he began massaging it over Lisa’s voluptuous body, bound to his bed. He didn’t do it to entice her, but he did it to look at her oil-slicked nude body bound by his ropes.
She moaned and writhed beneath his hands, begging him in whispers to help her come, as he worked.
“I need you. I need you to touch me. Please, Gavin, I’ll do anything. Please.”
He avoided her sweet pussy with the oil, until the last. Then he touched her opened slit, lightly dripping oil through it. “Anything, sister-in-law? You’ll do anything?”
“Yes, Gavin!” she cried, arching upward, but held imprisoned by his ropes at her wrists and ankles.
“Let me tie you up tight and fuck you?” His gaze blazed forcefully.
“Yes,” she hissed, undulating her pussy, seeking more of his teasing touch.
He jumped up onto the bed, between her bound opened legs, and she gasped. “I think you're a little slut,” he growled. Then he bent in a crouch, between her tautly spread thighs, to suck on her clit.
“Gavin!” Lisa squealed as she lay bound to Gavin’s bed, while Gavin’s mouth tortured her exposed pussy that was so needy and hot she squirmed under his mouth invading her.
The ropes made everything more exciting. It was fucking amazing and so hot she could combust. Begging Gavin like a slut just ratcheted up her horny factor by hundreds. Who knew she was such a dirty girl and would love things like this? It made her think of all those dark and dirty fantasies she never let anyone know about. The rape ones, the forced ones, the spanking ones, or the ones where a man talked so dirty to her while he roughly fucked her that she’d nearly explode with a climax, by his wicked words alone.
She’d come to that one dozens of times, while masturbating, and now it was even better because it was really happening to her.
“Gavin,” she squealed again as his tongue slid deep inside her, and then licked out again. She couldn’t move, but just take his torture, as his mouth worked her … left her hanging and panting, then he’d start working her again. He’d stop, lifting up to watch her naked body squirming for him, then he’d lower and lick her some more.
“Please! Please, Gavin. I need! I need!”
Then when she was frantic and writhing and sweaty he pulled her pussy lips open and rubbed her clit from side to side so fast, it burned. She arched upward with a silent scream of pleasure that finally sounded so high and passionately, she squirted. She felt it leaving her like an explosion of hot, searing pleasure.
“Fuck, yeah,” Gavin growled. “Come on, you fucking hot piece of ass, squirt for me again.”
She squealed as his fingers whipped over her clit and she squirted again with pleasure making her gasp, it was so intense.
Gavin brought Lisa down slowly from the crazy high pinnacle he’d taken her too, by licking her pussy lips slowly. He licked up all her pussy juices and entered her slowly with his tongue several times, while she moaned. Then with a few lingering kisses to her pussy, he stroked her hot soft body, until she was breathing evenly.
He brought out his ropes and stroked them over her breasts, around the big proud globes, down through her cleavage, and up over her taut nipples. Her eyes were watching the motions with sated lust, until he trailed his ropes over her mound and through her wet pussy lips.
“Gavin,” she moaned.
He knew his gaze was blazing with the heat of his lust. “Never had a pussy squirt for me before, Lisa.”
She looked embarrassed, but she couldn’t close herself
away from him, because he had her bound open. “I never before,” she whispered.
Fuck that turned him on harder. “Good,” he uttered. “Now, buttercup, I’m going to tie your wrists to your ankles on both sides.”
Lisa whimpered as he did it, but she didn’t fight him and it left her as vulnerable as a woman could be. Open and ready to be fucked. He liked it so much he put a rope collar around her throat, then took a cell picture of her.
“Oh my God! Don’t, Gavin. Don’t do that!”
Gavin grabbed her baking hot clit that was so taut it jutted from between her flushed pink pussy lips, spread open by his ropes, and he squeezed. Her inner thighs quaked with spasms. “What?” he demanded.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Please take a picture of me?”
He squeezed, and she mewed, then gasp, “Take a picture of me!”
He did another, and set his phone aside, to pull out his thick cock, which he stroked slowly, while Lisa looked between her legs at him doing it.
“You're so big, baby,” she whispered.
“Your pussy needy, Lisa?” he asked in a rumbled voice of arousal.
“God, Gavin! I want you to fuck me so badly,” she cried.
He thought her exclaimed passion surprised both of them as his lips curled upward and he pulled her bound body to the edge of the bed. He pressed the hot tip of his cock into her spread pussy lips and she tensed with her eyes rolling back.
He’d seen that arousal wipeout before. His perfect bound pussy was going into sub space where only his command and the pleasure or pain he could inflict on her mattered to her. All else disappeared from her mind.
“Call me, Master,” he whispered to her as he pushed his cockhead against her swollen clit.
“Master,” she gasped, trying to wiggle to get more contact. “Master, please put your cock in my pussy. Please, please, Master, put it in. I’m so hot and wet for you.”
“For who?” he growled.
Lisa’s eyes snapped open with bright dazed lust, as she exclaimed, “Master Gavin, my Gavin.”