In front of her eyes, he grabbed his belt buckle and flipped the tongue out. He yanked it free of the buckle and tore his belt off. He doubled it up and slapped it against his hand before tossing it on the bed.
He attacked her buttons and stripped the shirt off. He lifted it over her head, and she never saw it again. He looped it over the dog clip between her wrists, and it hung there for the rest of the evening.
He had no such trouble with her skirt. He slipped it down to her ankles, and that and her shoes vanished into a pile on the floor. In a split second, she hung naked and exposed before his eyes.
He took another walk in a circle around her. He examined her in all her glory, and nothing could stop him. He nodded and clucked his tongue to himself. “Magnificent. I love seeing you like this. Are you ready for me, baby? Are you ready for this?”
She couldn't answer. She gasped and cried. Her shoulders ached from being held above her head so long, but she dared not complain. He came up close to her face and breathed into her gaping mouth. “I'm gonna fuck you, baby. I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm gonna make you cum to the ends of the earth. Are you ready for that? Do you want me to take you like that? Do you want to cum all over my big cock?”
Before she could answer, he covered her mouth with his lips. He mangled her lips with his teeth and his gnawing attention. At the same time, his hands discovered all the erotic territory of her body. He cupped her breasts in his warm palms. He lifted her off the floor by the armpits to set her on her feet again. He cradled her voluptuous ass in both hands and craned the two globes apart to expose her dark crack to the air.
Sonya hung on tenterhooks. She could only fall under the spell of his devouring kiss. She caught at his tongue in desperation. She needed his kiss. She needed him. She needed everything.
He touched around her thighs to her pussy, but he didn't attack and manhandle it the way he did before. He grazed her mound and trailed his fingers through her curly hair. Then he went back to stroking her skin up and down. He came back up to her cheeks and caressed her face in tender strokes.
When he moved away and left her bereft, she kept her eyes on him. Each time he moved away, some new experience awaited her beyond her wildest imaginings. He went over to the bed and grabbed something behind the fluffy pillows heaped at its head. He brought out another carabiner attached to a different rope. He stretched it toward her and laid it across the bed.
He moved around the room with methodical exactness. He went back to the cleat by the window and unwound the rope holding her wrists in the air. She lowered her arms in blessed relief, but Cameron didn't give her a chance to rest.
He unclipped the carabiner from the dog clip and hooked it instead to the carabiner on the bed. He gave the rope a tug, and it retracted on a hidden spring behind the bed. The spring pulled her forward so she couldn't get away.
He nudged her toward the bed, but when her knees bumped into the mattress, he pushed her down in front of it until her hips touched the duvet. He laid one hand on her back and the other on her hips to position her where he wanted her. Her ass bent over the edge of the bed, and the rope pulled her wrists forward until she lay down flat on her chest. Her legs dangled over the side to the floor.
His hands covered her back, her ass, down her thighs, and back up to her neck. “Good girl. That's right. Bend over for me like that. That's right. That's a good girl.”
She moaned out loud. She hated to think what he would do when he got her where he wanted her, but she would find out one way or the other, no matter what. He leaned over her from behind and kissed her neck up to her ear. “You want this, don't you? Does this excite you?”
She could only moan, but he didn't really want an answer. He pushed her head down on the bed. His hands told her to stay here she was. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him pick up the belt lying a few feet away.
Lightning bolts of fear rocketed through her. What in the name of God did she let herself in for? Was he some kind of sadistic freak who brought lonely women to his house to torture them?
She couldn't get away from him now. His hands gave her one last stroke on his way off the bed. He surrounded her ass with his soft caresses. “Yes, baby. You know you want it. I'm gonna make you so damn hot you can't stand it. Your ass is so beautiful, baby. You don't know how beautiful you look right now.”
She tensed for the worst, but instead of torture and mayhem, his hands made their way between her legs to her aching slit. He fingered her clit to a raw quivering bud and forked her pussy lips aside to find her pulsing channel.
He inserted one finger to tap her G spot erect, and when she groaned and whined in an ecstasy of rising lust, another hand fell down on her ass so heavy she could barely contain her excitement. One hand kept her pussy pulsing and squishy while the other trailed down her crack to the other hole made wet and ready by his constant ministrations.
She hurled herself on this new penetration. The two invasions together married into that mind-blowing concoction leading to her ultimate fulfillment. She raised her head and stared straight in front of her with raving eyes. Her mouth hung open in stunned silence. Could this be? Every time brought her to new heights of life-changing pleasure.
He answered her thoughts with his encouragement. “Yeah, baby. You know you like it. You know you want it hard. Come on, baby. Let me hear how much you like it. Say you want it in the ass.”
“Oh, my God. Oh, my ass. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Give it to me. You know I need it. Oh, Jesus. Oh, oh, oh!”
He copied her words until she cried out to the rhythm of his fingers delving into her from both sides. “Your ass is so tight and sweet. I'm gonna fuck you, baby. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you cum all over my prick. God, you are so hot, baby. You make my cock so hard.”
She couldn't hear him over her rising cries. All at once, the finger slipped out of her ass and something cold and rubbery took its place. She glanced back to see him working over her in scientific concentration. The thing intruding on her back door was too big to be a finger, and he didn't have his hands close enough to her to be using them.
When the thing buried its bulk in her body and stayed there, she didn't have to wonder. It was another toy—a big one, too. It was bigger than anything she dared use on herself, and it filled her with a comforting feeling she never thought possible. It filled her whole being so she couldn't think. It occupied her whole life. She could only stare into the distance of space and experience its wicked presence.
Cameron gave her pussy a few strokes with his fingers, but the butt toy made her respond stronger than anything she could imagine. Every touch on any inch of her body exploded through her addled brain. She could only repeat in the privacy of her mind, What is happening? What is happening?
She knew what was happening. He moved around behind her, and his voice tingled along her skin. “Oh, yeah, baby. That's nice and tight, isn't it? Is that good?”
“Oh, it's so good. It's so tight. Oh, my ass. Oh, please.”
“Say it, baby. Let me hear you beg for it.”
“Fuck me, please. Fuck my ass. I want it so bad. I want your hard cock.”
He came up close behind her and plunged his fingers into her cunt. “Is this what you want? Is this what you need?”
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, please, give it to me.” She ended with a pathetic whimper.
He didn't fuck her, though. She sobbed when he moved away again. He stepped around next to her and stroked her ass in wide swathes. All at once, his hand fell down hard on her ass with a resounding smack.
She jumped clear off the bed, but the rope dragged her back down. Her breasts squashed against the duvet, and her ass stuck up at him for another smack. In a flash, he brought his hand down again. The noise cracked across the room and echoed against the walls.
Sonya screamed out loud, but the moment her mind registered the pain, he covered the smack with his hand and rubbed it away. He replaced the pain and shock with that warm melty sensat
ion worming through her innards.
The plug inside her soothed her to a compliant mass of quivering carnal desire. He could do what he wanted with her, and she would love it. He said so. She said so. The plug said so.
His voice rumbled deep inside his chest. “You're a good girl, Sonya. You know you love it. You love being my little bitch, don't you? You love bending over for me, showing me that sweet ass. Oh, my God, I'm gonna love fucking you. Oh, Jesus, I can hardly wait to stick my cock in that juicy cunt of yours. Is that what you like? Do you like being my bitch?”
Before she could answer, he smacked her again, and again. She screamed to make herself hoarse, but he didn't notice. If he did notice, it only encouraged him. “That's right, baby. No one can hear you. No one can help you. You're all mine.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! He didn't bother rubbing away the pain now. He clenched his teeth, and all his great muscles worked to their limit delivering those stinging smacks against her pearly white flesh.
In the end, he grunted with exertion at every stroke. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Sonya couldn't say a word. She could only shriek to heaven for mercy. She certainly wouldn't get it from him. His eyes smoked, and his lips twisted to bare his sharp teeth.
All of a sudden, the blows stopped. Sonya cried and screamed as much when he stopped as when he smacked her. She howled against the injustice of the punishment she didn't deserve. She raged against his cruelty and his power over her. She yanked at her bonds that wouldn't budge an inch to let her free to defend herself.
Chapter 8
She didn't notice he had stopped until delicious wetness filled her throbbing pussy. She looked over her shoulder. Cameron was gone. Then she noticed him on his knees behind her with his face buried in her cunt.
In one blinding instant, her pain and rage and hatred turned to rabid consuming lust. She threw her tortured ass against his face. The plug bumped against his nose and sent shock waves through her insides.
He ate her pussy in great lashing strokes of his tongue and touched her inner channel with his probing fingers. He guzzled the juices spurting onto his cheeks as her orgasms rocked through her, one after the other.
She barely noticed when he rose up to take his place behind her. She didn't notice at all when he pulled his T-shirt over his head to reveal his rock-hard muscles flexing and beating with every seething breath. His biceps twitched when he grabbed her by the hips and swung her toward him.
His leather pants he discarded along with Sonya's clothes. His swollen cock sprang out at her in its burning need to reach her, to touch her, to invade her. Pearls of jiz dripped from its tip to glisten the spunky injection before it entered her.
He worked the tip into her folds, but the plug made her so tight he couldn't get it in right away. He paused on the threshold with the knob against her bones. She quaked to her foundations. This was it. This was the moment to which everything else led. She was his for the taking. She lay exposed and ready, tied and bound and spanked and eaten. Nothing separated them but one quick hitch of his hips in her direction.
He waited. He didn't nail her. Between gasps, she heard him groan in agonized tension. Every fiber clung to her in the glorious anticipation. He waited until the overwhelming surges of desire overtook her and forced her back against his spike.
He held his cock stiff and straight against her opening, and she rocked against her restraints to impale herself on that ferocious implement. Every move she made caused him to croak in perilous torture, but he kept his position and waited until she did it all by herself.
The plug tightened her tissues around his shaft to crush him to smithereens, but she drove herself backward harder than ever. She would have it. She needed it. She dreamed of this moment. All her fantasies came true in this.
Inch by inch, she took his horrible prick into her red hot box. Her spongy swollen G spot shivered when the umbrella head dragged over its aching center to find its place in her deepest recesses. Her mouth sagged open in naked craven hunger. She would take that massive monster to its hilt. She would destroy herself on its dripping tip.
Once she screwed it all the way down to the hair, he took over. “That is so good, baby. Take it hard. Can you feel that? Is that good for you?”
“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, I want it.”
“Is it hard enough for you, baby? Do you like that cock inside you?”
“Oh, my God. Make me cum. Oh, oh, oh.”
He crushed her hips in his fists and pumped it in hard. His huge shaft banged against her cervix when it plunged to its limit, and she leaned back against it to grab every inch of its manhood. Her sex closed around it, and her muscles fluttered along its length to drive him out of his mind.
He stroked his cock in to prod her cervix. Then he drew it out to swirl around her G spot. Her tissues swelled so tight he could barely move, but he rotated his hips to stimulate every spot around her molten crater. Only when he reduced her to a screeching harpy of nagging desire did he plunge his lance into her gash again.
Faster and faster he thrust until his hips smacked against the ass made red and raw by his hand. Every smack delivered her into the jaws of sulfuric brimstone to burst into flame. She hit back at his strokes to meet his pounding piston. His pubic bone hammered the plug into her ass while his cock touched every inch of her channel from the inside.
Terrible energy flooded over her. It consumed her every thought and took control of her actions. She went wild and out of control. She jerked her wrists against her restraints, but they wouldn't give an inch. The soft padding against her skin stopped her from hurting herself or she would have torn her skin in her desperate fury to get free.
What would she have done if she could get free? Where would she go? She would rend Cameron to pieces with her teeth. She would devour his limbs and his cock and his lips with everything she had. She would turn into some raging force of nature with no destination and no mind left at all.
He was her journey and her destination. He was the beginning and end. He filled her body with himself and her mind with passionate fulfillment. Why did she resist him? Why did he have to use all his powers of persuasion to convince her to come here with him to experience this pleasure? Didn't she know by now she wanted it? When would she ever learn?
He taught her. He taught her the meaning of pleasure with his thing inside her. His cock knew its way to her soul.
“God damn, baby. Oh, God, that's it. Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah. That's it. That's it. Oh, yeah.”
She only stared and screamed in the rising crescendo of climax exploding through her. He took hold of her neck and turned her around to stare at him instead of straight ahead at nothing.
The moment their eyes locked, she floated away into a blissful atmosphere of pink puffy clouds and angels singing on high. She stared into his eyes, but the vastness of space stretched out before her. Stars twinkled in the heavens, and majestic forces moved over galactic distances. Nothing could touch her out there.
He stopped talking to her. She was a billion miles away and not coming back any time soon, but his steady pounding beat held her suspended there in orbit while the nebulous tremors rocked through her without end.
His grip slackened, but she stayed where she was as if he still held her. She froze in place while he searched her eyes for any sign of recognition. She stared into the distance, beyond Earth, beyond humanity, beyond the universe.
His eyebrows jumped. His lips contorted. His jaw clenched, and his mouth formed a round O of horrendous shock. His hands didn't move, and he lost his hold. His hands hovered over her in lost agony. A moment later, he bellowed a thunderous roar that shook the house. No one could hear him, either, and she couldn't pity him after the terrible orgasms he gave her.
He glared into her eyes in burning fury. He jammed his cock against her bones and hovered there. He pulled it back and plowed in one more time to stay. He groaned in one continuous agony, and the steamy ejaculation spurted into her depths.
Once it
started, he came back to awareness and set up his driving rhythm again. He pumped his pulsating cock into her saturated cunt to squeeze the last precious drops from his spike. He roared in her ear, and their combined juices mixed with sweat to stick their skin together with each smacking stroke.
Sonya soared down from her cosmic orbit to see him leaning in toward her. He squashed his hips against her ass, and their lips met somewhere in the limitless distance between them. She caught his mouth, and they danced in the steamy warmth surrounding their tongues.
Cameron hummed into her mouth. His chest stuck to her back. Jiz sealed his hips against her ass, and cum ran down her thighs. She couldn't turn around to meet him with her hands bound. He leaned an inch farther and flipped open the gate on the carabiner holding her.
The rope snapped back against its spring. The manacles still held her wrists together, but she could turn to kiss him better now. She arched her back, and he moved with her. He pushed her forward to lie down on the bed, and he moved up next to her.
With their eyes and lips locked in eternal harmony, they crawled up onto the bed. Cameron kept Sonya facing away from him with his big chest pressed against her back, but he wouldn't release her mouth.
At length, she came to rest on her side with him behind her. He wrapped one hand under her neck to support her and hugged her tight in a tender embrace. She settled into a position more comfortable than any she could remember in a long time. So many cosmic orgasms in a row reduced her to a soggy mush. She could barely move in the hazy softness of complete satisfaction.
Their tongues snaked around and around each other back and forth, and his hands covered her tingling skin with warm caresses. He admired her breasts and nipples, and he tickled up her ribs and down her belly to the sensitive triangle between her legs.
He flicked her clitoris to make her squeak until she worked her tortured ass against his damp crotch. He left off nagging her clit to pull the plug on her ass. She groaned against the intensity, but like a shot, he was back at her. His fingers spread her tissues one more time and plunged in to stir her to fresh excitement.
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