by Terry Towers
Almost all of the girls had endured at one point or another. If they could then I could, fair was fair. I couldn’t believe I’d become so fucked up that I was feeling out of place because I’d been the only one not excessively abused thus far. I took a deep breath in and released it, steadying my nerves. The fact he looked more uncertain than I felt didn’t help matters. “Okay. Whatever it takes. Let’s get this over with. What do we do first?”
He leaned forward and kissed me, answering my question. His kiss was soft, teasing my lips, drawing me into him. His aftershave drifted to my nose and I crawled the last couple of inches that separated us, needing to be closer. He hadn’t touched me sexually the previous day, but we’d spent our brief time together with me cuddled in his arms, talking about everything, but nothing of importance – pets growing up, favourite TV sitcoms, what franchise was better Star Wars or Star Trek… Had it not been for where we were it would have felt like a normal relationship. I was grateful for his restraint, but my body wanted more; I wanted and needed more. The fact that his claiming me fully would only help get me out of this predicament was an added bonus.
Lance pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, nipping lightly before deepening the kiss, his tongue searching out mine. As our tongues touched it was like a fuse was lit, racing through my body to ignite the need between my legs.
I pulled back and caressed the side of his face, which was beginning to form a shadow.
“What’s wrong?”
My cheeks grew warm. “I was just thinking that when I envisioned my first time this isn’t what I had in mind.”
“You saying this isn’t how everyone envisions it?” he attempted to tease.
“I envisioned it would include candles and maybe some wine, a romantic backdrop,” I replied, feeling stupid for even bringing it up. I had no doubt this was a hell of a lot more romantic than anything my buyer would have in mind.
“Hold on.” He raised his index finger at me and slid out of bed. Walking across the room he fumbled through one of the cabinets and came back with a couple black candles, a couple holders and a pack of matches.
A laugh erupted from me.
“They’re meant for wax play, but in a pinch.” He gave me a shrug and a wink. Lance set them up on top of the cabinet containing extra clothing and costumes and lit them. A wide smile emerged on my lips wondering what he’d come up with if I asked for romantic music. Something told me that he’d do whatever it took to fulfill my request.
“They’re beautiful.” Standing at the side of the bed, staring down at me illuminated by the candlelight he looked even more beautiful than he had before, the light reflecting off the hard lines of muscle on his bare chest.
“Good.” He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans pushing them, along with his underwear, down over his hips and kicked them to the side. His cock was already rock solid, prepared to claim me. My breath hitched as I stared at it.
A cocky grin spread across his lips as he took notice of my look of awe. Sliding into bed he leaned into me, brushing his lips along the side of my neck sending a shiver through me. His fingers trailed down my side, to the curve of my hips and then slipping to my bottom.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you Gwen,” he murmured, his lips nipping at my collarbone and dipping lower to capture my first nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled the nipple sending little jolts of need through me as my nipple pebbled into a tight nub.
I moaned softly, closing my eyes and putting all my focus on just feeling. He repositioned himself between my legs and did the same with my second nipple nipping lightly and sucking until I was bucking under him, my pussy demanding him.
As he moved over me his dick slid back and forth along my slit. Such a tease. Wrapping my arms around his back I slipped my legs around his waist and attempted to pull him tight to me.
“Not yet sweetheart,” he said, his voice heavy with need and restrained desire.
A soft smile spread across my lips as I opened my eyes and watched him slide down my body, placing a string of kisses down my stomach to the top of my mound. He lifted his gaze and as our eyes met the look of desire in his eyes sent a shiver through me and the pulsing between my legs intensified.
“So never?” He placed a kiss on my mound as he slipped two fingers along the length of my slit.
My cheeks grew warm again as I shook my head. The man between my legs was sex on two legs and I felt so damned inexperienced around him. “Never.” My fingers dug into his shoulders as he placed a kiss on my mound a little lower. I could feel the warmth of his breath teasing my opening as he spread my pussy lips wide.
Breaking eye contact, he dipped his head and ran his tongue along the length of my slit. His tongue felt divine, so foreign and ohmygod so damned good! He did it again and thrust a couple of fingers into me, and my body trembled becoming greedy wanting more, needing more!
“Oh please. Please!”
Thrusting two fingers into me, he began to stroke my inner wall, as his tongue flicked my clit. His tongue was magic, working my clit as his fingers worked my core until I was thrashing under him, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I came closer and closer to the brink.
“This is torture!”
He chuckled as he slipped his fingers from me and then his tongue slid lower, testing my entrance. “God, you taste good baby.”
I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as I continued to watch him. Damn, he looked good between my legs. When the tip of his tongue thrust into me I cried out, my pussy clenching around his probing tongue. As his tongue thrust and probed he began to tease my clit with his index finger and I would have sworn I was thrown into heaven.
Moving my hands to his head, my fingers threaded into his hair and I began to move against his mouth, needing him deeper – harder.
“Lance. Oh god. I don’t think… Ohmygod…” It was becoming too much as wave upon wave of pleasure flowed through me. My pussy became tight and a knot of anticipation formed in my stomach as I tightened my grip in his hair, fucking his mouth.
“Come for me baby. I need to taste you,” Lance murmured, his words muffled as he dove back in.
Closing my eyes I let my head fall back into the pillow. I was close and it was sweet torture unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. In that beautiful moment in time I was able to push all the horrors I’d witnessed and experienced over the past week to the furthest regions of my mind and indulge in the present.
And then I was there, suspended in that blissful moment before my body let go. It seemed like an eternity before I screamed out, bucked up against his mouth and my pussy exploded around his tongue. He groaned, lapping up my juices, his fingers leaving my clit to grab onto my hips with both hands and pull me as far down onto him as possible.
Just when I thought I could relax a second tremor rocked through my body and a second, smaller release followed the first. Releasing his head from my grab, every ounce of tension left my body as I laid spread eagle on the bed before him.
I opened my eyes as I felt him get up and move up the length of my body until his warm, hard body covered mine. “So, how was that?”
My juices gleamed on his lips and I couldn’t resist the urge to grab the back of his neck and pull him down to my lips. I’d never tasted myself before, but I could taste me on his lips and tongue as our kiss deepened – I liked it.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked as he pulled away and traced my bottom lip with his thumb.
On instinct, I parted my lips and took his thumb into my mouth, sucking deeply.
A low growl erupted from him as he removed his thumb from my mouth and tapped me on the nose with his index finger. “No teasing. We don’t have the time for you to wrap those beautiful lips around my cock. We’re on borrowed time, baby.”
The reminder of why we were doing this would have dampened my mood had I let it, but I locked the knowledge away not letting it.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
A low grumble emerged from him as he brushed his lips across mine, but didn’t deepen the kiss. Instead he grabbed something next to my pillow and then sat back on his knees. Quickly he tore open the foil packet and then passed the condom to me. I looked at it and then at his beautiful rod.
“I’ve never done…”
A smile spread across his lips, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Just roll it on.”
I scowled at him. “This is my first time you know.” Slipping the condom onto the tip, I grabbed the base with my free hand as I struggled to roll it down wondering if perhaps it was too small; it didn’t seem to want to cooperate. His cock flexed and jerked in my hand as I finally managed to fully cover it.
As soon as it was secure, Lance’s large, muscular body came crashing down onto mine, his weight supported with one hand on the side of my head. He tested my entrance with his fingers, spreading my velvety lips before pressing his cock at my entrance.
I gripped his shoulders, kissing the side of his neck, across his jaw and to his lips. Just feeling his shaft pressing at my entrance spiked my arousal, sending me into a state of intense need.
“Come on. Please don’t make me wait.” I could hear the desperation in my voice as I bucked against him attempting to impale myself, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never wanted someone in me so bad in my life. Never.
He touched my cheek and lowered his lips to mine, kissing me softly. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was barely more than a whisper.
“You won’t hurt me,” I whispered back.
“If it hurts too much, tell me to stop and I will.”
I nodded, but there was no way I’d tell him to stop. No way. I wanted him too bad and he was my only hope. We couldn’t stop.
“Fuck me, Master.”
An intense lust flared up in my eyes and he claimed my lips roughly as he pushed in. I tried to focus on the sensations passing through me as his tongue danced with mine, but the pain between my legs was worse than I’d anticipated as his thick, long cock stretched me and broke through my barrier.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, my heels dug into his back as I gritted through the pain. Despite the pain of being breached, there was an intense need for him to go deeper, push harder. It was a dizzying combination of pleasure and pain.
“You feel so damn good. So fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice deep and feral-sounding, pulling his lips from mine and placing his forehead to mine and staring down at me.
The intensity and desire in his eyes was driving me nearly as insane as the feel of him entering me. I bucked up needing and wanting him deeper. Sensing my need he gave one final, forceful thrust entering me fully, our bodies becoming one. I cried out as the quick surge of pain flowed through me, but it was instantly replaced by pleasure and need.
“Fuck, are you okay?”
“Yes. God yes. Fuck me please.” With the hard part over I closed my eyes and with all thought gone I simply basked in the pressure and need.
He slowly pulled out, until the head of his cock barely breached my entrance and then thrust back in. His thrusts were excruciatingly slow – at first. But as my hips bucked up, attempting to make him move he began to move faster, slamming into me as far as he could.
“Fuck Gwen, so goddammed good.” His groan sent a shiver through me and I tightened my grip on him.
“Mmmm.” Another rush of pleasure raced down my spine as he slammed into me harder than before and I cried out. It felt like he was going to tear me apart and kill me with his thrusting dick, but damn, I’d die a happy woman. I’d been told sex was good, but I had no idea that the pleasure was so consuming or I could feel as alive as I did at that moment. Our bodies began working in unison, giving and receiving pleasure, our moans and soft words of endearment becoming one voice.
I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me. “You’re so beautiful.” His lips claimed mine as if he were a drowning man and I was his only chance of survival. When his lips left mine his thrusts became frenzied, slamming my body into the mattress. I clung tight to him becoming a slave to the pleasure coursing through me as I came closer and closer to the brink.
He was about to pull up from me, but I refused to let him, pulling him back down. “Don’t stop, oh god, don’t stop,” I pleaded. I was too close to the edge for him to slow now. “Coming. Oh god, yes!” I’d barely gotten the words from my mouth when the pressure that had been building broke. My entire body tensed under him, my pussy clenching around his probing shaft and then I cried out as I came for him, my nectar flooding him.
“Oh fuck me,” he groaned with a shudder. He pulled out and slammed into me a final time and joined me in my bliss, catching himself before his body collapsed onto my limp frame. He stayed buried within me a moment, his forehead pressed to mine until his breathing slowed.
I smiled wide as he stared down at me. “That was… amazing.”
He returned my smile, brushing a lock of blonde hair from my eyes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t even remember the pain anymore, all I could remember was the pleasure.
“Good.” He kissed the tip of my nose, making me giggle before slowly pulling out.
Turning to my side I watched as he slipped from the bed, walked across the room and disposed of the condom. I could feel the goofy grin on my face as I watched him, but didn’t care. Nothing else existed in my mind at that moment but me and Lance.
Chapter 10
Lance turned and caught my gaze as he strode across the room and back to me, using long, powerful strides. However, he didn’t return my smile; in fact, his expression was grim, making my smile fade, dampening my mood and bringing me back to reality.
Slipping under the covers, Lance pulled me into his embrace. With a soft sigh I placed my head onto his chest and brushed my lips against the side of his neck. “Can’t we just stay here forever? Would they just forget about us?”
He chuckled, raking his fingers through my hair. “I wish it were that easy, sweetie.”
I slipped a hand across his torso and hugged tight to him. He made me feel safe, like as long as I was next to him nothing bad could ever happen to me. We spent a while not speaking. I was being lulled to sleep listening to the thumping of his heart.
Hooking his finger under my chin, he lifted my face and lowered his lips to mine. “We need to get the second part of this over with baby. The faster it’s done and over with the longer I’ll have to dress the wounds and make sure you’re as comfortable as possible before returning you.”
I closed my eyes and tried to gather up every ounce of courage I had in me. I had to be strong. I could get through this. “Okay,” I replied, opening my eyes and sitting up.
“Okay,” he echoed. Sitting up, he slid from the bed and extended his hand to me.
My body trembled as I accepted his hand and was helped to my feet. I prayed I didn’t have another panic attack; I needed to get through this. Releasing my hand he bent and grabbed his jeans. Fumbling in the front pocket he removed a little baggie with a couple little pink pills in it.
“What are those?”
He opened the bag, grabbed my hand and shook the two pills into my hand. “They’re going to help you get through this.” Leaving me frozen in the spot staring at the tiny tablets he grabbed a bottle of water from the bar fridge across the room and twisted off the top as he approached me.
“I’ve never taken drugs before.”
“And you never will again.” He thrust the bottle of water at me.
“Where did you get these?” I accepted the water and hesitated before giving in and popping them into my mouth and swallowing them, chasing them down with a gulp of water. Did it really matter anyhow?
He cocked a brow at me as if I’d asked the silliest question in the world.
“Yeah, right. I almost forgot where I was. What does it do?”
“If we’re lucky you won’t give a shit about what’s about to happen.” Taking the bottle o
f water from me he set it on the table next to the bed, took my hand and led me to the chains suspended from the ceiling. Taking my left wrist he secured the leather cuff to it, pulling it snug until I couldn’t move my arm. He repeated the process with my second wrist.
Pulling at the chains, a sense of panic rushed over me. I was trapped; I couldn’t get away if I wanted to. Closing my eyes I began to inhale and exhale slowly, focusing on breathing, and with a little effort managed to lower my heart rate back to normal.
I opened my eyes when I felt his hands spreading my legs and placing a bar between them. My ankles were quickly secured to the bar and the bar to the floor. I was completely secure and at his mercy now.
“Are you okay?” He rose to his feet and cupped my chin in his hand, staring directly into my eyes.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
“Good.” He released my chin and my gaze followed him as he walked over to the wall of whips and paddles. I examined every inch of his back, from his thick, powerful thighs to his tight ass to the massive tattoo on his back. How many hours did it take to get that? Must have hurt like a bitch. My eyes focused on his shoulders. I loved thick, strong shoulders on a man. Heat began to form between my legs as I watched him. I wanted him again.
“You’re beautiful.” The words were out of my mouth before I could have even thought to stop them.
His body stiffened and he spun around to face me. The corners of his mouth twitched as if he were fighting off a smile. “That so? Well, thank you.”
I nodded. “Yes. And I want to fuck again.” The heat between my legs turned into a soft throbbing of need.
Censor Gwen, censor. Despite my self-reprimand, I knew it wasn’t my fault entirely.
Chuckling and giving his head a shake, he turned back to the wall and pulled a menacing-looking black whip down and ran his fingers along it. He paused before spinning back to face me, whip in one hand and a bottle of something in the other. Approaching me the hint of a grin that was on his face completely disappeared from his lips.
“Why so serious, son?” I did my best Joker imitation and laughed wildly.