Claudia bit her lip to keep from begging him to come over to the bed and fuck her. He was sitting in one of the leather chairs by the fire, and had been for a while now. She had demanded he untie her when he’d come up the stairs and sprawled out in the chair with what sounded like papers. He’d ignored her until she threatened to start screaming. Then he had calmly told her if she didn’t shut up he would gag her too. Considering she was trussed up in his bed, with a butt plug buried between her ass cheeks, she decided to take him at his word and stop talking.
Unfortunately, the lack of conversation forced her to ponder the sexual heat that was nearly overwhelming her body. She had no idea simply being forced to lie naked in one spot, blind-folded, opened up and ready for Tyson’s every sexual whim would make her so horny. She humped her hips against the bed a little, trying to create a little friction against her clit. She moaned in frustration when her limbs protested the movement.
More rustling caught her attention. She wondered what he was doing. If he was reading something relaxing like a newspaper or magazine, or if he brought work with him. She suspected the latter considering Tyson worked like a machine. The only time she’d heard he took off work was when he was with her.
Claudia knew exactly how to relax the big man and turn his attention away from figures and business takeovers. If she weren’t tied down to a bed, she’d sashay over to him, trail her fingers across his broad, tense shoulders. Maybe give him a little massage before going around in front to stand between him and the fire. His eyes would trace over her flawless skin where the firelight caressed every generous curve. She would turn her back to him, show him what she looked like from that angle and then she’d bend over and give him a full view of her new toy. He would reach for her but she would dance away, shake her head, sending cascades of long honeyed waves dancing around her body.
She would drop to her knees on the rug, crawl up between his legs and pull his business papers out of his hands. He would let her, because he would be so distracted at this point that work would be the last thing he would want to think about. He would ease himself further down in the chair, spread his knees and beckon her closer. She would place her long feminine fingers on his thighs and pull herself up until her breasts came into his view. He would reach for her, tugging gently on her nipples while she unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his big, erect cock.
Claudia realized she was moaning and wriggling helplessly on the bed, pulling against the restraints in a desperate attempt to get free and make her fantasy a reality. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet, but realized that she no longer heard the rustling of papers. What she did hear was Tyson, breathing heavily and standing over her. She couldn’t see him through the blindfold, but she could feel his presence.
“Tyson…” she pleaded.
“Beg me for it, Claudia,” he rumbled, his voice sounding strained. “Tell me to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. Tell me what you know I want to hear.”
“Yes!” she moaned, her heart pounding and her pussy gushing at the sound of his clothes hitting the floor. “Please, fuck me Tyson, do it now. Oh god, I want you so bad.”
She heard him round the end of the bed. He gripped her thighs and pulled her back toward the edge of the bed. The movement caused the roping to go tauter and her legs to spread even wider. She panted and continued to beg him mindlessly. She screamed at the unexpected invasion of his tongue as he kneeled between her thighs and licked her pussy with a ferociousness that told her he wanted her just as desperately as she wanted him. He had probably been unable to concentrate on whatever he was reading before in the chair. Instead, his heated gaze would have been drawn to her naked, bound body time and again.
“God, yes!” she keened as he suckled her labia and ran his tongue up and down her slit, stopping to circle her clit a few times before moving up to stab his tongue into her vagina.
She was so close to exploding that her body was beginning to contract, her anal passage tightening around the plug sparking sensations all through her body. Tyson came up over her, his stomach hitting her ass, pressing against the plug. She felt him drag his penis through her folds and line up against her soaking pussy.
Claudia screamed as he slammed himself deep into her body, mercilessly driving through her contracting channel. He was so big that she could barely take him comfortably let alone with something in her ass, stretching both passages. Pain and pleasure merged into one huge crashing orgasm that swept over her like a wave. As Tyson fucked her with short, hard strokes, her orgasm went on and on. She felt fluid gush from her pussy, soaking him and easing his way.
“Fuck, baby,” he snarled from behind her. “Can’t hold on. So fucking good!”
She felt him as he neared his own orgasm. His thrusts became even more aggressive, her soft ass absorbing the slam of his hips. His fingers bit into her hips, holding her still as he grunted in satisfaction and came deep within her, flooding her pussy with his hot semen.
He held himself above her, his fists on the bed next to her waist, his belly flush against her ass. “Fuck. Never came that fast before.”
As much as she was learning to enjoy her new toys, Claudia very much wanted to by free so she could cuddle up against the big man that had brought her mindless amounts of pleasure. “Tyson,” she whispered, “can you please untie me?”
He grunted his response, but reached for her ankle. She heard a soft click and then she was free. Tyson gently pulled her leg back, massaging her thigh and calf. He gave the other side of her body similar treatment. Claudia sighed in contentment as he cared for her. She reached up and pushed the blindfold up her forehead, blinking sleepily in the dim light. She rolled onto her back and watched him as he continued to massage her body, checking her for any possible damage from his rough treatment.
Tyson looked so beautiful to her in that moment. His big, strong body bent over her. His dark skin contrasting sharply with her pink flushed skin. His mahogany body looked like black silk in the light of the fire. She sighed in disappointment when he stood and strode to the washroom, leaving her alone on the bed. She heard him drain the tub of her previous bath water and then run the taps, apparently filling the whirlpool tub again. Her suspicions were confirmed when he strode back to the bed and lifted her boneless body into his arms.
Claudia was way too tired to even consider a protest. If the big overly muscled man wanted to carry her around, who was she to complain? She sighed in utter contentment as he lowered her gently into the tub. He climbed in behind her and tugged her into his lap. She snuggled against him and closed her eyes, letting the feeling of repletion flood over her. Tyson ran the bar of soap tenderly over her, caressing her as she lolled in his arms half asleep.
He gently turned her over so her breasts her pressed against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and turned her head so her face was pressed into his shoulder. He stroked down her back until he reached her ass. With his knees he gently nudged her legs apart. Claudia tensed, knowing what was about to happen.
“Shhh, Claudia,” he said quietly against the top of her head. “Relax and let me take care of you.”
Claudia forced the muscles of her body to gradually relax. He squeezed her ass and gently kneaded the generous globes until his fingers brushed against the edge of the butt plug. He continued to stroke her back and ass with one hand while the other steadily pulled the plug from her body. The heat of the water soothed away the slight sting.
He finished soaping her and then set her on the bench next to him, quickly washed himself, before emptying the tub. Standing, he picked Claudia up out of the water and stepped onto the bathmat. He set her down so she was sitting on the edge of the tub and dried her off. After drying himself, he picked her up once more.
He lowered her onto the bed and buried her in fluffy quilts before quickly removing the restraint system he had set up. After he finished tucking everything away back into the black bag he had brought in, he took his place on the bed be
side her. She snuggled into his side and sighed. Her mind was still spinning with the incredible high of her orgasm. She swore she never felt so good in her entire life.
Tyson stretched his arm back and, maneuvering her pillow against his side, tucked her head into his shoulder. She snuggled against him, breathing in his scent. She slipped her arm over his stomach and pressed herself into him, feeling his hardness against her softness.
“I’m sorry I ran away, Tyson,” she whispered. “I was afraid.”
He didn’t say anything for a second. Then he turned his head to the side and pressed a kiss against her forehead. “I know.”
“You’re not like him,” she said.
“Go to sleep, Claudia.”
Her eyes drifted shut and within minutes she was sleeping soundly, trusting her big lover to keep her safe.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Claudia sat on top of a boulder, her legs dangling down the side and her palms pressed back into the warm rock where the sun had heated it. She contemplated the sight of Tyson King with a fishing pole in his massive paw. She thought he never looked sexier than he did in that moment, wearing beige cargo shorts, his rippling back bared to her lascivious gaze. She might have done something about her baser inclinations if Daniel weren’t standing twenty feet away from them, staring at nothing in particular and doing a good job of looking like a badass mercenary bodyguard hanging out in the woods.
She sent Daniel a glare for being himself and returned to her ponderings. She brought a leg up and studied the remnants of chipped rose coloured nail polish that had adorned her toenails. She would never have imagined that Claudia Cantore, or even Alicia Pederson, might enjoy living in the middle of nowhere, happily lost in the mountains. She still wasn’t particularly fond of bears or ticks, but as long as both kept their distance she was willing to renegotiate her previous bias against roughing it. Not that time spent in a billionaire’s forest cabin could really be called roughing it.
Although she would definitely call the past week of sexy times in the arms of Tyson King ‘roughing it’. Though he seemed to have forgiven her for running away from him, he was still intent on pushing her boundaries and introducing her to the kind of sex he enjoyed. She had to admit, she quickly became a very willing partner for all of his suggestions. Much to his delight. She was pretty sure he hadn’t yet shown her all of his toys, but she enjoyed surprises.
Though the sex was mind-blowing and wonderful, her favourite part of their week spent together was how much he was opening up to her. He seemed to understand that if he wanted her trust then he had to give her something too. They’d finally just talked. He always liked to have her close at hand, either sitting in his lap or next to his chair so he could touch her.
Later that evening, as they once more sat together in one of Tyson’s favourite positions, with Claudia cross-legged on the floor between Tyson’s spread legs, his hand playing idly in her hair, he asked her, “What do you think of that gambling establishment the Sitnikov girl took you to? Would you go back there again?”
Taken aback, Claudia turned around and stared at him suspiciously. Was this a test? Was he trying to figure out if she was stupid enough to cross him and go back there on her own?
“Uh, well, first off the ‘Sitnokov girl’ happens to be my friend, and her name is Anya,” she said firmly. She thought carefully over her impressions of the club. “No, I probably wouldn’t go back there again. It was too dark, too overbearing. It felt threatening to me.”
He nodded his head thoughtfully. “If you could change it to become more welcoming, what would you do?”
Anya turned around on the rug and looked up at Tyson. She had suspected before that he had plans to buy that place, but she hadn’t thought too deeply into the matter. Mostly because she’d been planning on running away from him and it wouldn’t have made a difference to her in the long run. She chewed on her lip and scrunched up her nose while she thought about his question, wanting to give him a good answer. She enjoyed business and would have liked to co-own Knight’s Out Café if it had been a possibility with her life on the run.
“I guess… first off, I would update the interior. Get rid of some of that steel piping and add some more luxurious furnishings. A deep crimson red would look awesome with the black that’s already in there. I would add some music. Something sexy, like jazz, so it would blend into the atmosphere without taking away from the lucrative gambling aspect,” she explained, speaking with more conviction as she went. “I would expand the bar, make that area a little more trendy. Like, light it up from behind or something. Add some stools and tables in the bar area, as a complement to the card tables without taking away from the main point of the casino. I guess overall, make it a lot more female friendly.”
“More female friendly?” he said, reaching for her and pulling her off the floor into his lap. The stack of papers he had been looking at fell unheeded. “You didn’t feel welcome when you were there?”
She laughingly snorted, “You mean that one time I went and got kidnapped while I was there?”
“I prefer to call it acquired by an admirer.” He grinned at her and leaned in to kiss her, his lips covering hers in a leisurely exploration. Claudia slid her arms around his neck and responded with enthusiasm. She rarely took initiative in their sexual encounters, preferring to leave the control up to him. She felt his surprise when she darted her tongue into his mouth. She retreated too quickly for his liking. With a growl, Tyson’s arms wrapped around her waist and crushed her to him. He kissed her passionately, sucking her tongue into his mouth and forcing her to take more of the darting swipes he loved so much.
Finally, he released her mouth so she could take in several gasping breaths. He dipped his head to drop swift, hard kisses across her collarbone. She leaned back in his arms, giving him better access to her body. Tyson quickly disposed of her shirt and reached back to do the same with his. He swooped in to devour her bare skin, sucking her full breasts and nipples roughly into his hot mouth. Claudia moaned and arched her back, thrusting her breasts further out for his attention.
Without warning, Tyson thrust Claudia off of him, forcing her to stand on her feet. The sudden movement caused her to sway uncertainly. She understood right away when he reached out and all but tore her jean shorts from her body. She would have giggled except his hurried movements meant she was about to get fucked hard. She was starting to read him well. Today he couldn’t wait to get her naked and plunge into her soaking wet pussy.
Tyson stood, towering over her. He unzipped himself and pulled his thick cock out. Without bothering to take off his pants, he picked Claudia up by the armpits and made her wrap her legs around his waist. She did, and was rewarded when he grasped her full hips and steadily pulled her down onto his towering erection. She gasped and wiggled as she was forced to accept every inch as it was thrust up into her clasping heat.
When she was fully impaled, Claudia wrapped her arms around his massive shoulders for more control and bounced herself up and then down experimentally. Tyson gritted his teeth and rumbled, “Fuck!” against the side of her head. Guessing that he liked that, Claudia did it several more times, enjoying to sensations coursing through her over-filled channel.
Of course, Tyson wasn’t one to allow Claudia control for very long. He carried her, wrapped around his waist, toward the kitchen island and placed her bottom on the edge. Then he unwrapped her heels from his waist, bent her legs up until her knees were pressed against his chest and started fucking her with hard, steady strokes. This new position made the fit impossibly tight, causing Claudia to cry out and dig her short nails into his biceps. As it always was with Tyson, the bite of pain mixing with pleasure drove her relentlessly toward the peak of an intense orgasm.
“Tyson!” she screamed. “Oh god, oh fuck!”
He grunted and gripping her waist tightly, plunging ruthlessly into her with his full length. “Come for me, baby.”
Claudia’s orgasm exploded in an array of violent c
olours behind her eyelids and heavenly explosions through her pussy, which clamped down on him. The suddenly much tighter fit squeezed Tyson’s cock until he couldn’t hold on any longer. He picked her up off the counter and slammed her down on his cock, driving her orgasm even higher. With a shout he followed her over the edge, clamping her hips down against his and shooting jets of come inside her body.
Tyson carried her back to his chair and collapsed onto the leather seat still buried in her body. Claudia curled her legs up around him and wrapped her arms around his neck. They sat that way for a long time, just talking and gently touching each other until Tyson once more took her mouth in long, drugging kisses. He picked her up and laid her down on the rug, kicked his shorts off and crawled over top of her. He took her body with such gentleness that Claudia was swept away on a swell of the sweetest orgasm she’d ever experienced.
Tyson held her tightly in his arms, both of them silent in the glow of their mutual ecstasy. After several long moments, he stood up, towering over her prone body, and then gently lifted her up in his arms. He carried her up the stairs and tucked her in bed where she drifted off to sleep immediately with the feel of the soft, cushiony blankets surrounding her and Tyson’s hard, warm body at her back. She had never felt safer.
Until the next morning.
Claudia had gotten up early when she noticed Tyson was missing from the bed. He was usually up before her, but it was still dark out and definitely earlier than usual. She climbed out from under the heavy blankets and wandered over to the loft railing. Leaning over, her blond hair streaming down, she listened for him. She heard the rumble of voices and saw a light coming from behind the kitchen in the direction of Tyson’s study.
Maybe he was talking to Daniel. Though Daniel rarely stepped foot inside the house he was always around, hovering like a bird of prey, ready to strike at the slightest provocation. Just in case Tyson wasn’t alone, Claudia slipped on the robe he had provided for her, purchased at a tiny boutique from a small mountain town several miles away. The silky fabric caressed her body, but covered everything important. Deciding if he didn’t like her wearing stuff like this around other men then he needed to stop buying it for her, Claudia descended the stairs and padded silently to where Tyson was sitting with his back to her.
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