by Bijou Hunter
“What is that?” I ask, seeing something hanging from his left hand.
“I own exactly two ties. You’re looking at them.”
Before I realize what he’s doing, Bonn straddles me, pinning my body to the bed. He takes one of my wrists and wraps a tie around it. I struggle to get free, but he easily binds me to the bed. Though I fight him with the second wrist, Bonn only smiles.
“You’re making my dick hard.”
I look at his crotch a few inches from my face. His bulge is clear and I imagine that massive cock spending some quality time between my legs.
Bonn climbs off me once I’m bound to the bed. I watch him strip out of his clothes and stand before me with a thick, menacing erection.
“I need to fuck the truth out of you. I won’t lie that it might take a while and you might beg me to stop, but there’s no other way.”
“Have you lost your mind?” I ask, yanking at the binds. “If you wanted to play in bed, you could have just asked.”
“This isn’t a game. I want you to tell me everything about that guy or prove to me that you were lying.”
“How would I do that?”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
Sighing, I plan to give him a speech to end all speeches about how he’s an idiot who ought to thank his lucky stars anyone puts up with his shit. Before I can unleash my temper on him, he yanks up my shirt and bra with one violent move. I flinch at his aggression and even consider using my knee to end his good time.
Then my tit begs me to keep my fat mouth shut as Bonn latches on and sucks roughly. He isn’t playing, but my nipples still think he’s the best guy ever.
“Bonn,” I mumble, somewhere between irritated and appreciative.
“I need to know,” he growls, holding my nipple between his teeth.
“I wish I could help you, but I don’t know how.”
My initial plan of getting him to untie me and fuck off has now been replaced by the plan of having him fuck me a bit and then doing that other stuff. After all, I’ve been inconvenienced by his behavior, so I might as well enjoy a little payback.
Bonn runs his tongue flat against one tit, bathing it in salvia before sliding it across my chest to my neglected nipple. I smile at the pleasure, totally oblivious to the way his cock angrily pokes at my bare thigh. I know he wants to fuck, but I’m unconcerned about the details.
Lifting my hips, Bonn holds me up with one hand while tugging off my shorts and underwear. He tosses them aside before spreading my legs wide.
“Your pussy will tell me the truth,” he says, staring at the flesh he spreads with his fingers.
“Sure.”
Bonn bends forward and gives my pussy a deep lick. Moaning immediately, I tug at the binds without thinking.
“You won’t get loose until I’m certain what the truth is.”
“Don’t trust my pussy. She lies,” I murmur, lifting my ass off the bed to give him a mouthful.
Bonn latches onto the flesh and sucks hungrily until my knees buckle. He takes my left leg and presses it toward my stomach before leaning into me and shoving the head of his cock into the flesh still abuzz over his tongue. He thrusts three or four times before pulling out and wiping his wet dick against my thigh.
“This guy didn’t have a name, but what did he look like?”
“There was no other guy,” I whisper, watching him rub the head of his cock against my clit. “Bonn, I’m close.”
“I’ll let you come once, but then you and I need to find the truth.”
Before I can respond, he leans down, shoves his hands under my ass to lift me up. His mouth finds a perfect angle over my clit. Feasting on my swollen nub, Bonn sends me into a fit of pleasure before I can even catch my breath. I whimper “no” while begging him for more. My entire body flushes with sweat and I roll my hips against his wet face.
“Tell me what he looked like,” Bonn says, resting me back on the bed and driving his cock into me.
“I don’t remember,” I babble, now that my brain is no longer running the show. “Bonn, fuck me.”
Instantly, he pulls out his cock and shows me the angry red head of his cock. “Your pussy wants me to believe you,” he says, slapping his dick against my clit. “I don’t know, though.”
Bonn shoves inside me again. He props himself over my body, and fucks hard into my body until his face tenses. Pulling out his cock, he shoots his thick cum on my left thigh and then the right. Once every drop leaves him, Bonn caresses the jizz into my legs and over my pussy.
“You were always such a good liar,” he says, but I don’t know if he’s talking to me or my pussy.
“There was no one else,” I whisper.
Bonn stands effortlessly on the lumpy bed and steps over me before lowering himself until his cock slides against my lips.
“Suck my balls. Make me hard so I can fuck the truth out of you.”
I wish I had an ounce of self-control, but my body refuses to tell this man no. I wet my lips and spread them around his balls. I watch him stroke his cock while I work at his perineum.
“I want to touch you,” I say, nuzzling my cheek against his balls.
Bonn reaches over and unties one wrist. He takes my hand and wraps it around his cock.
“Make me harder,” he demands.
My lips suck hungrily at his balls while my hand mercilessly pumps at his hard flesh. Minutes pass while I work him into another erection.
Bonn frees his cock from my grip and angles the head into my mouth. Sucking him, I want to taste the explosion of heat I know he’s holding back. Before I can, Bonn tugs free his cock. I lick my lips after he caresses them with his leaking dick.
“You look so beautiful,” he murmurs, moving on the bed until he’s maneuvered my ass to the edge.
I reach over to untie my wrist, but Bonn gently slaps away my hand.
“Not yet. You haven’t passed the truth test.”
Before I can respond, Bonn shoves his cock into my pussy and fucks me roughly. Pumping his hips, he’s close to coming after I sucked him off. The first time I gave him a blowjob, he came within a minute. When I asked if I could try again, I swear he almost cried.
Now he punishes my pussy for my lips’ excellent skills. I moan and use my free hand to caress my clit. Bonn covers my fingers with his and forces me to rub harder. I do what he wants and soon groan deep in my chest as the powerful orgasm sends me into a stupor.
Bonn doesn’t come. Instead he pulls out his cock and dips two fingers into my contracting pussy. He slathers my juices on my nipples, pinching each one for good measure.
“Oh, Bonn.”
“I think your pussy is mad at you for lying to me.”
I want to say something. Maybe I’ll give him a piece of my mind or maybe I’ll beg for another orgasm. I never speak, though, because my gaze focuses on Bonn bringing a fingertip of pre-cum to my left nipple. He does the same to my right one.
“These belong to me,” he says, kneading my nipples into hard, angry points.
I only nod before he returns his cock to my pussy and fucks me again. I want him to come inside me, but he pulls out again and unleashes on my stomach. Groaning my name, he strokes out everything his balls will provide.
I want to untie my free hand but don’t dare ask. Bonn’s gaze is aggressive, and I wait to see what he wants now.
Kneeling, he shoves his tongue into my pussy and fucks the flesh in the way his cock just did. I wiggle and whine, fighting to reach another orgasm. He pushes away my fingers when they linger too close to my clit.
“Mine,” he growls.
Nodding again, I bite back a squeal when he flicks my clit while nipping at my thigh.
Bonn startles me again by standing suddenly and reaching over to untie the bind. He flips me over before I can reach for him and shoves open my legs.
“Your ass is curvier than when we were kids,” he says.
I don’t know if he’s praising or insulting me. His answer comes at
the sting of his teeth on both cheeks. Sighing, I smile at the feel of him leaving hickeys on my backside.
Bonn’s fingers tease my pussy and then my asshole. I feel my body tense and I wonder if he’ll drive into my butt the way he did my pussy. We gave anal a try a few times as teenagers, but the pleasure and pain were too intense. I’d come so hard and cried so much that Bonn got scared of ever trying again.
Now he teases my back door, and I wonder if I can endure what he’s planning. My thoughts are on lubricant when he stands behind me and reaches over to tie my wrists together.
“Bonn, no,” I complain without much effort.
“It soothes me to see you tied up. That way you can’t run away.”
Again, my brain considers pointing out undeniable truths, and again, he kills my urge to be honest.
Lifting my hips slightly, Bonn uses his thumb to tease my anus while his other hand makes my clit beg.
“Come for me,” he whispers. “I want to eat your wet pussy.”
My body quickly responds to the way he torments it. When he shoves his thumb into my anus, I cover my mouth to keep from screaming in pleasure. I close my eyes and fuck his hand wildly. He owns every inch of me. I swear if he told my body to jump, my pussy would instantly ask how high.
I don’t even finish coming down from my orgasm before he kneels behind me and shoves his face into my pussy. While he laps up my juices, I hear his hand working his cock into a demanding erection.
Bonn keeps my legs spread while he maneuvers himself behind me. I feel the head of his cock against my pussy and I wait for him to fill me. Bonn does so, but tenderly, slowly, almost cautiously. Smiling at his suddenly gentle touch, I glance back at him. He reaches up to kiss me with his sticky lips.
“I need to fuck you until you can’t stand,” he whispers. “I need to fuck you until I believe you with every part of my soul. Even if I break my dick and rip apart your pussy, I can’t stop.”
For the last time, I attempt some semblance of logic. Bonn is moving so gingerly in my body. He can be reasoned with, but my body betrays me. I can’t get out a single word before a moan forms instead.
Bonn reaches under me, snatching a nipple and rolling it roughly in his fingers. He shoves his other hand between my legs, finds my clit, and makes it beg. As soon as I whimper his name approvingly, Bonn unleashes his powerful hips and fucks me until we’re past caring about the truth.
Forty Seven - Bonn
Ruby collapses half on me after calling Chevelle to make sure she has everything for a night at her grandma’s trailer. I reach across my chest and caress her head resting on my other arm. Her gaze searches my face before she sighs deeply.
“I’m sorry I lied about screwing another guy.”
“Why did you say that anyway?”
“I still get mad sometimes about you and Kim,” she says, wrapping one of her legs over mine. “I also get mad that I’m with you since I promised myself that I’d never forgive you ever.”
“I don’t care if you get angry and say mean shit. If you stay with me and we work through your anger, nothing else matters. I need my family, and I can’t spend another night alone again.”
Ruby’s smiling lips kiss my chest. “One day, I’ll lose the last part of my resentment and truly forgive you. I wish I could snap my fingers and do it now, but that isn’t happening no matter how many times I’ve tried.”
“No hurry. You love me and you’re building a family with me. That’s all I care about. I know you think I expect more, but I really don’t. This right here with you and knowing Chevelle is safe and happy, that’s what I need to be happy.”
“And the Common Bend job.”
“Yeah,” I say, rolling to my side so I can wrap her in my arms. “I know you think I’m a fool or reckless or an asshole. Whatever you think, I hope you know I need to be more than just an average Joe. All these years surrounded by people like the twins and knowing what kind of family the Hallsteads are, I felt like a loser not living up to the family name. When the Common Bend idea came to me, I knew it was my path. Until you gave me a chance and I tasted your lips again, I was too damn scared to make a move.”
“I’ve got great lips.”
“Fuck yeah,” I say, kissing her tenderly. “I’d fuck you so hard right now just to make a point, but I think you actually broke my dick.”
“Don’t blame me. That was all you, buddy.”
Smiling, I slap her butt and then roll her off me. “I’m fucking hungry. If I don’t get food soon, I’ll eat you.”
Ruby tries to keep me in bed, even if I doubt she could handle me going down on her so soon. I tug her out of the bed and slide one of my T-shirts over her head.
“I’m not cooking,” she says while I lead her into the living room. “Also, nice butt.”
Glancing back at Ruby, I wink and shake my ass for her.
“I can see why the ladies tipped so well,” she says, opening the freezer. “There’s nothing here. I think I have stuff for sandwiches.”
“If you make me one, I’ll give you a show.”
Ruby’s eyes widen and she looks over my naked body. I turn slowly for her inspection, inspiring a wide smile to warm her beautiful face. Unlike with the women at the parties, I enjoy when Ruby looks at me like a piece of meat.
“Deal?” I ask, stretching for her.
Ruby nods, and I already know she’ll drool on my sandwich. Somehow while staring at me, she manages to put together our food and take them to the couch where she digs through her purse for dollar bills.
“Funny,” I say, sitting next to her.
Ruby laughs at my expression and turns to look at me. Wincing in pain, she loses her laughter but not her smile.
“My poor pussy,” she whispers.
I cup her cheek. “When you make that pained face, I feel like a fucking king for knowing I fucked you right.”
Smiling, Ruby reaches out and gives my abused cock a quick squeeze. I groan and flinch away.
Ruby smiles wider. “When you make that face, I feel like a fucking queen for making your dick my jester.”
“I love you more than life,” I say, meaning every word.
Ruby’s smile falters a moment before she reaches over for a purple fleece blanket.
“I love you enough to let you eat in peace,” she says, covering my lap. “And to stop ogling you for a bit.”
“Ogle all you want.”
Ruby’s gaze studies my face, and I’m certain she’ll cry. Instead, she nuzzles my bare arm and hands me the remote.
“The man of the house gets to choose what we watch.”
A small gesture, I know Ruby’s working through her resentments to let me own her heart again. Tonight, we talk and eat like we did as teenagers on a date. Then when our bodies are rested, we return to the bedroom where we fuck like rabbits like we did as teenagers.
Forty Eight - Ruby
For the second evening, Bonn works late organizing his office. While I offered to help him, he swore I had enough on my plate with the new restaurant. I nodded at his comment, and he smiled at how I pretended to believe him. We both know he doesn’t want me seen at his office, thus placing a target on my back.
With Camden hanging out with his club at Salty Peanuts, I decide to hang out with Daisy at her condo. Elle finishes her homework quickly, so she can go to the nearby park. Soon, Daisy and I sit on a bench and watch my baby swing alone even with kids playing nearby.
“She doesn’t like many kids,” I say, sipping ice tea. “I used to think kids didn’t like her and she was left out, but I was wrong. She is just picky about who she plays with.”
“Like her mama.”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s why I don’t have girlfriends. No one can compete with my sisters.”
Daisy smiles, even though she’s been in a weird mood since we arrived.
“Are things cool with you and Camden?” I ask.
“Yeah. He’s great, and I’m great when I’m with him. It’s better than I d
reamed, and I had pretty big fantasies.”
Nodding, I go along with her comment much like I did with Bonn’s lie earlier. When did I become so fake agreeable?
“Are you mad at me?” Daisy asks, startling me after we’ve sat in silence for nearly ten minutes.
“Of course not. Why, did you do something I should be angry about?”
“No.”
“You wouldn’t lie about that, would you?”
“No.”
“Middle children are the worst,” I mutter, fighting a grin.
“You don’t call me as much lately,” Daisy says, ignoring my teasing. “I didn’t even know about your trip until Harmony said something.”
Shrugging, I avoid her gaze. “Things are different now.”
“Because of Cam and Bonn.”
“Partly.”
“But you were pulling away even before the trip.”
Daisy seems younger than usual. Her insecurity has thrown her into little sister mode.
“If I tell you, you’ll get upset and I don’t want that.”
“I’m a big girl. Get honest on my butt.”
Watching Elle swing alone, I realize we both keep things to ourselves when in doubt.
“Since you fell in love with Camden, you’ve been annoying,” I admit.
The corners of Daisy’s mouth turn downward immediately and I think she might cry. “Annoying?”
“You’re at that point in a relationship where love makes everything right. For someone bitter and alone like me, your happiness was annoying.”
“I wasn’t trying to be annoying.”
“No one who falls in love wants to be annoying, but we always are. When I first hooked up with Bonn, I was annoying too. You don’t remember because it was so long ago and you were too young to realize how obnoxious I was being.”
Daisy gives me a pouty look, and I wish I’d kept my mouth shut.
“Even though you hurt my feelings by telling me the truth,” she mumbles, “I still think you should have told me sooner.”
“I know, but you were so happy, and I didn’t want to crap on your joy, just because I was bitter not to be happy and joyful too.”