Something in her gave. She let out a puff of air and gave up her reluctance. She shook it, getting the right rhythm for a perfect jiggle.
“Good girl, very nice. I love your ass. You know that, right? It was the very first thing I noticed about you.” She shifted a little to try to look at me and I put my hand on her ass cheek, squeezing till her flesh bulged between my fingers. A warning and she knew it. “It was before we met, before tutoring. You walked across the library, and your scrubs were thin enough that I could see the perfection. Then you turned and the rest of your body looked so just fucking edible. But, you turned a little more and I could see your face. That was it. I was done. Had to have you.”
I rubbed my hand slowly over her ass and onto her thigh, remembering that first day in the library, changing the group I tutored. And now she’s mine. The possessiveness washed through me like liquor. “How ready are you for me?”
I pushed my hand between her thighs. She was wet. Not sopping—I’d seen her like that before. This was the ‘just starting’ wet, damp, ready for me. I buried my fingers in her, a claim, but inside she was even hotter. The wet heat of her was intoxicating and I wanted more. But wanted all of her, wanted to remind her that I owned all of her.
When my fingers were plenty wet, I stroked back over her ass and pushed a finger in, without much warning or prep.
She simultaneously snapped her hips back to make it easier for me to get in and squeezed down in surprise. “Xanderrrr! Mmmmmmm, Jesus!” She muffled her words into the bed, but the pouty, whininess was still easy to hear. I smiled and pulled out then pushed a second finger back into her.
Her breath came in waves of pants. I rubbed her back with my other hand and, after a few minutes, felt her consciously relax her ass for me. “Good girl. I’m going to grab the plug. You focus on keeping your ass relaxed for me.”
When I stepped away from her, I backed out of her line of sight, waiting to see what she did. As I opened the bag and started fishing for the plug, she predictably turned her head, trying to see what was coming.
“I told you not to move, little girl.” I couldn’t help but smile. I wanted a reason to punish her. I took it, spanking her a few more times. She moaned and arched back some. I held the plug at her anus, dripping some lube on her. She paused and her breathing slowed as she focused on taking it in. Once it was in though, she was a wanton thing, panting and flushed.
“Get on your knees, on the floor, right here in front of me.” She started to move, cautiously. Too slowly. “Now.” My voice was hard, but didn’t raise it at all. I didn’t need to. She jumped and moved. Once she knelt in front of me, I told her to take her sweater off.
She had a simple black bra that was pushed up high. Lovely. I took just a moment or two to watch her. And while I did, her pupils went wide, her face slackened, tension left her shoulders. Her eyelids dropped a little and she started to sway.
I shifted a bit and it grabbed her attention. She looked up at me. And it was like the library all over again. Like a million other moments with her. I was decimated by her. Struck down, weakened and strengthened all at once.
I held her gaze, loving her in my dark, sadistic way, as I unbuckled my belt, opened the fly of my jeans and pulled my cock out. I was hard, rigid, ready to be inside her.
“Open your mouth, girl.”
She focused in a little, her eyes darting to my dick in front of her face. She opened her mouth, wide.
But I added, “When I tell you to open for me, I want your tongue out. A welcome mat for my cock. Do you understand me?”
She didn’t speak, only opened her mouth wider, laying her welcome mat tongue out for me as she nodded her assent. Then the little vixen, looked right up at me.
“Very good.” I smiled at her and watched the pleasure in her eyes. The pleasure in knowing that she was pleasing. I stroked the hair that had fallen over the side of her face, and she pushed into my hand, like a kitty. But I coiled my hand, knotting in her hair and she immediately stilled.
She hadn’t closed her mouth and her tongue still waited for me. So good. I pushed my cock into her mouth, felt her shift to accommodate me. As I edged toward the back of her throat, I used the hand in her hair to hold her in place and pushed farther.
Her eyes fluttered closed, allowing me to take what I wanted from her, enjoying that I did. I loved her. I knew it. I had to tell her. After a few more moments of my length in her throat, blocking her from breathing, her eyes flashed open and up at me, a note of panic present in the way they darted. I waited another moment, when I felt her throat convulse around the head of my dick as she involuntarily tried to breathe or scream. Just as her hand came up to push at me, I pulled out.
“Breathe, Leda.” It was fucked up, but I kind of loved the idea that I could even control the essential functions for her life. Her breathing was mine. “Open.”
She dropped her jaw, her tongue out, even as she still gasped. “Very nice, little one.”
I pushed back into her mouth, sliding in with ease as she re-acclimated to feeling me push on her throat. I found a rhythm and fucked her throat. For a while, she tried to lick and suck, to add to my pleasure, slobbering after me, but she couldn’t keep up with my pace and gave up. She accepted it and I felt invincible.
For a few moments, I leaned back, pulling her with me, and looked up at the ceiling. But my balls started to tighten and the pleasure of her hot, wet mouth, that felt so different from her pussy, the light scrape of her teeth, the way she let me do anything I wanted to her, with her. It all came crashing at me. I looked down at her and her face was covered with saliva that had drooled out around my cock, and that was it.
My orgasm hit like thunder, almost crippling me in its intensity. I pulled back to come on her, rather than in her. She startled as it hit her cheeks and lips, but it looked fucking amazing. She was an all new kind of wrecked. Wrecked for me. Marked in me. Mine.
She looked up at me, eyes widening for a moment. She looked so good, and I wished I had ever talked to her about taking pictures, but I knew that was too shitty and manipulative to try to bring new elements of play in the middle of play. Even though she made me so much more of myself, made me harder than I had ever been, even though I was sure she’d accept anything from me, would let me photograph her like this, I loved her and couldn’t betray her trust like that. Instead, I murmured, “I just want to memorize you just like this.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Leda
She Wants Revenge, Sister
He pulled me up, hands steadying me. I still wavered as I stood. I held onto his shoulders when he kneeled to take off my boots, leggings and panties. He guided me to the bed and laid me down on my back.
“Don’t move. I want to savor the way you look right now. Eyes with that sleepy sub look, half-lidded, begging me to do anything I want to you. My cum all over you.” He stood at the edge of the bed and undressed. His cock was still semi-erect and he slipped into my soaking wet pussy when he lay down. He leaned on his left elbow and reached between us with his right hand to start playing with my clit. As he did, he swiped at my face, catching a dollop that was slipping down my jaw line. He scooped it up and deposited it in my mouth. I licked his finger off, and felt his cock getting firmer inside me. He rubbed his fingers over my face, getting me all sticky.
“You’re so fucking dirty, Leda.”
“You make me dirty, Alex.” I said the last with a note of challenge, which earned me a raised eyebrow and his hand over my mouth.
“No more talking for you.”
I sighed at the feeling of being restrained and tormented and owned. He started fucking me harder and pinching my clit. As he fucked me, he kept up a running monologue of his thoughts, his lips next to my ear.
“I will fucking break you, Leda. Tear you apart. You make me want the darkest things. You’re mine. All of you, especially that fucking mouth, that feels so good on me—that spouts off and gets you in trouble. Smart ass mouth.”
; He kept smashing into my clit, hard. It was intense, too much pleasure, to the point of pain. A surge of sexual fear rushed through me, and I wrapped my legs around him, rocking my hips into him.
He completely stopped. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He bit the words off, a look of actual disappointed surprise on his face. He took a breath, his hand still on my face. “I told you not to move. Are you trying to make punish you? Is that what you want? Because I can make that happen, with a quickness, little girl.”
I dropped my legs immediately, my eyes wide with combined fear and lust, my brain a little foggy still, but rapidly clearing.
Without moving, without breaking eye contact, he spoke, quietly now. “Leda, we just went to the Window a few times. Having you and having that part of myself out and accepted, I’m all in now. All in with you. And then it just grows and I want more. And then ten fucking days with nothing. No beating the shit out of someone at the club. No fucking you all tied up. Nothing for ten days, except being back here, with all the time in the world to fantasize about how to torment you, how to challenge you.”
My body broke into chills.
“Look. I can shut it down completely, suppress it and be nothing of this, or I have to be all of it. I don’t think there is in between for me anymore. It frees me and gives me peace. You give me peace when you submit to me and trust me to take you to the edge of what you can handle, beyond what you think you can handle—to take you where I want you and you making yourself handle it because it’s where I want you.”
Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn’t know what to say to him. His hand was still over my mouth and I could feel his breath across my face where it was still damp and sticky.
“Now,” he said, voice still quiet. “I’m going to torture you a little bit. Do you understand me?”
I nodded, breaths coming rapidly, raggedly from my chest.
“Do you need to tell me your safeword?”
I shook my head. Maybe it was curiosity, a morbid fascination with wanting to see the darkness in him come completely to light, maybe I wanted to ease his temper, ease his need. I think it was all of those things, but more than any of that, I wanted to be pushed. I wanted to go closer to the edge. Maybe over the edge.
“No moving now.”
He pulled out of me and pulled me to the edge of the bed. The covers rumpled and caught at the butt plug, jolting it in me. My ass was at the edge of the bed, and he kneeled down so my legs hooked over his shoulders. And he just looked at my pussy. So close, I could feel his warm breath. He just looked and, the longer he looked, the more self conscious I got. I mean pussies and dicks aren’t the prettiest things in the world. There’s a reason Tiffany referred to sex as ‘bumping uglies’.
He pinched my thigh. “Get out of your head.”
How could he know that?
“I know when your mind wanders while we play. Sometimes I wait to see what will happen, but not today. Today you’re all mine, including your brain.” With that, he smoothed his palm down my torso to my scant hair.
He wrapped both arms around my thighs, so his fingers just came to my pussy, and pulled the lips apart, exposing me even further. Then he started licking. Oh my God! It was perfect. His soft, hot, wet tongue flattened and took broad strokes over my opening up to my clit. He started slowly, methodically. After a few minutes of this, he pulled my lips farther apart, pulling until there was tension, but still his tongue didn’t change pace. The pulling transformed into pinching as he started squeezing my lips between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger. Squeezing down tighter and tighter. And still his tongue continued the languid strokes from bottom to top. I was moaning, starting to writhe around on the bed, but trying so hard to respect his mandate not to move. And, sidebar, best fucking torture ever.
After one particularly vehement jerk of my hips, he paused, abruptly letting go of my lips. I moaned, low and guttural, as the blood rushed back into them. One hand came down softly but with increasing pressure on my pelvis, just above my pubic bone. His other hand went to my ass and, after a few quick pinches, started pulling the plug out a little, until I stretched a bit, then pushing it back in. But he said nothing and went back to licking me. I felt myself going liquid under his tongue. A sweet pressure slowly building, deep and low in my body.
That feeling suffused through me, the muscles of my pussy starting to clench and unclench, in rhythm with his licking. He slipped two fingers into me and just held them there, triggering a whole new sensation of being occupied, filled without being fucked. He concentrated his licking solely on my clit and a new cascade of pleasure washed through me. I felt my orgasm building, a small tempest of heat deep inside me. It was so close, so close.
And he stopped. He leaned back, completely stopped touching me.
“Uhhh, what the fuck, Xander? Fuck! I’m so close! Why’d you stop?” I was shaking with the strength of the orgasm pushing against me but not releasing. Oh God, this is terrible.
“Torture.” He slid back farther, settling my feet down on the floor, and pushed my knees together. He climbed back over me, his knees on either side of my hips. “Now we wait until you settle down. And then we do it all over again.” He said the words into my ear, but in his normal voice. No whispers, no real menace even. Just matter-of-factly.
“Xander, wait…no that’s just too cruel. You’re at least going to let me come next time right?” I wondered at how quickly I accepted what was happening and that it would again, because he said that was what was happening.
“Probably not, little girl.” He sat back on his heels. I tried to subtly grind my pubic bone into his ass to get some friction, but he only laughed and raised himself a little off my body.
“You know, sometimes I think you need a little more pain than I give you. You’re not convincing me otherwise right now. Take your bra off.”
I moved to obey him, a defeated acceptance seeping into my thoughts. As it did, I was able to let go. I accepted it. I was frustrated, sad, burning with need, but I accepted it. Because I was in the moment, because it was Xander with me, pushing me. I couldn’t explain it, but there it was, acceptance, growing in me. Tranquility followed. I felt my facial features soften and relax as his hands engulfed my breasts, stroking them, kneading them, squeezing them, pinching all around them. Then rolling my nipples between his fingers. Pinching down. I gasped as he squeezed hard enough to make them blanch. The haze, that wonderful, opiate haze slathered over my consciousness and my muscles relaxed again, accepting him, welcoming him. My breathing came slower, steadier.
“That’s it, little girl.”
He stroked his hand over my face. His cum was dry and sticky now. Him on me. And I wanted him everywhere. My mouth slackened. With my eyes half-lidded, I looked up into his face. His anger had faded and he was completely focused on me. I held his gaze as he continued stroking my face and hair, until he wrapped a few tendrils of hair up in his fingers and mirrored the action with the other hand, and pulled me to sitting up. He swung his legs back off me and stood, pulling me to standing. My legs felt wobbly, but I trusted him to catch me if I fell. He pulled me to a full length mirror just outside the bathroom.
“Look at yourself,” he said, positioning himself behind me, one hand still in my hair.
I looked. My body didn’t look any different, but my face looked so different. Unrecognizable, almost expressionless, eyes half lidded, pupils huge. Mascara smudged on my cheeks. My mouth slack, no smart-ass smirk or comment on my lips. I looked drugged.
“This is you, submitting to me. Right now. Deep down. On a cellular level.” He let that sink in before he continued, “You belong to me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to take you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to use you.”
“Yes.” I shivered again, and my body’s movement pulled at my hair in his hand. The pain anchored me in my body.
“You want me to hurt you.”
“Yes.” As soon as the word formed on my lips, his free hand came around to my throat. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on his skin. My body felt heavy and I leaned into him, the movement pulling my hair tighter, pushing myself down on his hand around my throat.
“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
I just nodded, words escaping me now. He pulled me back to the bed, again balancing my ass right at the edge, and pulled the plug out. He grabbed some lube and coated us. He watched my ass, pressing my legs back and rolling my hips up, as he positioned his cock and pressed in. He pushed and slid in so easily after the stretching of the plug. He sucked a breath in as he pressed into me in one long stroke. It was a different feeling than the plug in my ass, different than the feel of something inanimate. The slip and stretch of it was heavy feeling, tight, the last violation left between us.
I was just starting to think that it wasn’t really torture when he slipped his thumb into my pussy and got it wet to stroke it over my clit, tracing circles, pressing in on me. My muscles spasmed, tightening around his cock, and he let out a low chuckle, but didn’t stop. As he played with my clit, he slid in and out of my ass, slick and smooth.
I was floating in the haze of sensation, anchored to the world only through him and his presence. The stretching created a dull, warm ache that seeped into all the tissues in my pelvis. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily, my body slack across the bed. With his free hand, he pinched down on my nipple, shocking me back into my body, eyes flying open. He released my nipple and reached over the other one. I sucked in a breath and looked at him. He was fully present in the moment. His expression was an amalgam of amusement, heat, that Dom-fury I had seen before. There was a hint of ownership there, too. He was more mine than ever in that look. It drove my sensation up another ten notches.
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