by Vivian Ward
I open the car door for her and on the way to the restaurant, I ask her why she’s doing this. No woman, except Linda, has ever gone out of their way to do something nice for me. It’s all about sex and money.
She shrugs, pulling on her tiny black gloves. I have a hard time keeping my eyes on the road as I look down her cleavage and try not to stare at her thighs. “We haven’t done anything fun since this all started and I don’t know,” she looks out the window. “It just feels like we need to reconnect.”
“How right you are,” I agree with her. I hadn’t realized it until she said it herself but she has a point. Ever since the news about the story became a threat, everything has been so chaotic.
Over dinner, we have a couple of drinks and laugh and talk like we don’t have a care in the world. It’s a nice change that I can’t wait to get back to because I miss this.
I miss us, and I want more.
She leans across the table with a grin on her face like she’s going to say something, so I meet her half way. “I don’t want to spoil your appetite but I hope you don’t mind me telling you that I’m not wearing any panties.”
My mouth goes dry.
Seriously.
Her dress barely covers her and she’s not wearing panties? And she tells me now? In the middle of the restaurant? I feel her knee slowly press against mine as her eyes shift downward. I know I shouldn’t look but I do and that’s when I see her pussy on display in a busy restaurant.
Tempting me.
Taunting me.
For fuck’s sake, I’ve never wanted to fuck her brains out so bad and spank her little ass. She’s in some serious trouble when we get home. I cock an eyebrow as I lean back toward the center of the table.
“Are you exposing yourself in public? Flashing my goods for all to see?”
Slowly, she closes her legs and sips her water. “I was.” She pauses. “And I’d do it again.”
I shake my head and stifle a laugh. She’s exuding with confidence which is somewhat out of her league and she’s doing all of this for me, to make me happy. She’s completely outdone herself with her dress, her attitude and her plans. “I love this, Ally. Thank you.”
She takes the food off her fork while maintaining eye contact with me, those chocolate stars always beaming at me, “Don’t thank me until you’ve had dessert.”
I’m not sure what she has in mind but I can hardly contain myself. My cock has been straining against my pants since I saw her at the top of the stairwell. I’m not sure what she could do to make things much better but I know it’s going to top everything. I don’t know how I know this, but I do.
By the time we get back home, I’m ready to ravage her body and lick, suck, kiss, and bite every inch of her skin. All the way up the stairs, I can’t keep my hands off her but she does her best to scamper up them, giggling all the way until we reach the bedroom. When the door opens, I’m surprised to see the blindfold and several ropes laid out on the bed which stops me dead in my tracks. “What’s this?” I ask, nodding toward everything.
For the first time all night, a nervous smile spreads across her face and her confident stare turns into a shy look-away contest. Her hand cups the back of her neck and she mumbles something that I can’t quite hear.
“What?” I walk toward her. “I couldn’t hear you.”
She picks up the blindfold and hands it to me. “I want you to own me tonight, Colton.”
My cock is so hard that I reach down and grab it, squeezing it to alleviate some of the pressure. Watching her surrender herself to me is something I’ve long waited for and I will enjoy every second of my time with her tonight.
I know she thinks I’m this dark, brooding man. One look into her eyes and you can see it, it’s there. And if she thought that before, she’s about to see a whole new level.
Chapter 8
Ally
“I want you to use me. Take me how you want.”
The gleam in his eyes flickers at me. I can already see the storm brewing behind his dark, cloudy pupils. It’s as black and dangerous as I imagined it would be, but it’s time. It’s time I give myself to him and it’s time that I trust him. He’s given me all of his trust and I’ve abused it. This is my way of giving in to him completely, and I know he wants it. He’s wanted this since the day he met me. I’ve seen the lingering stares he’s given me. I’ve felt him count the beating pulse in my neck. I’ve watched him feel my soft breath on his skin when we have sex. I’ve witnessed it all.
He’s so damn hard right now that his thick cock is pumped full of blood that I can almost see the veins through his slacks.
He takes the blindfold out of my hands and walks behind me, his cock pressing into my back as he carefully puts it in place. I can’t see a thing but that’s how I want it. I don’t want to know what’s coming next or what he’s going to do. I just want to feel. I want to experience the sensation of everything without fear but my body is betraying me.
“Slow, deep breaths, Ally.” He warns as he places his hands on my arms. My entire body is trembling, my breathing is erratic and I can’t help how noticeable it is.
This is a huge deal to me. It’s something that I’ve never done before but have been working my way up to it. Now that it’s time, I’m scared but I know that I’m safe with Colton. I know he won’t allow anything bad to happen and that if I say stop, he will. But I don’t want to say stop. I refuse to say stop. I want to take things all the way with him. I want to see what it feels like when he wraps his hands around my throat and begins pressing against my airways, what it’s like to temporarily run out of air. I want to know what it’s like when he gets off on this.
As I focus on my breathing and try to regain control of my composure, I channel my thoughts to the girls who came before me. It angers me that he could use them however he wanted, yet he hasn’t been able to do that with me. It’s a helpless feeling to think how your boyfriend could be closer to other women in a way that he’s never been intimate with you. Centering my attention on the fact that I want to be the only girl for him and do all the things that make him happy, a sudden calm comes over me as I feel him securing rope around my wrists.
He ties one end of the rope to my right wrist before wrapping it around the bedpost, then repeats the process with my left side. I can hear him breathing deep, slow breaths despite the fact that I can hear my own heart pounding in my ears. Even though I’m calm, I’m still nervous. My heartbeat is accelerated but at least my breathing is under control. Whatever happens next will forever change our relationship. It could be really good or it could be really bad. I hope it’s the former because I can’t imagine us not being together.
The weight of his body sinks down on to the mattress and I feel him moving between my legs as he spreads them apart. Without being able to see, I can’t tell what he’s doing but I feel his hands push up the fabric of my dress before his fingers find their way inside me and his tongue begins to swirl around my clit. Already excited, my clitoris is swollen, ready for pleasure and I moan as my back arches. Slow and deliberate, his fingers move in and out of me as he kisses on my thighs and gently bites down on my love button.
“Fuck, Colton,” I moan. “Oh, Jesus.”
His pace continues at a steady rhythm and I can feel my climax growing low in my belly. My back casually rises off the mattress as he finally begins to move faster. Flicking his tongue against my clitoris, it teases me more and more with each passing sweep. His fingers start to pump in and out of me harder and faster, each time he adds more pressure and force. My hands grab at the bedsheets but it’s useless. They’re tied with the rope and the only thing my hands can wrap around is the rope so I hold on for dear life as though my very existence is going to depend on it. My body is slowly becoming undone beneath is fingertips until I squeeze my eyes shut and begin to see stars. The release of my climax sends me into a sweet, sweet oblivion and wave after wave of pleasure rips through me, coating his fingers in my come until there’s nothing l
eft to give. Finally, my hands release the rope and it isn’t until then that I realize how badly they sting and burn from grabbing and pulling the coarse material.
I hear him sucking my juices off of his fingers before his weight is lifted from the mattress and he walks over to the side of the bed. Listening carefully, I hear the sound of his belt slide through the loops of his pants. In a matter of seconds, his belt is off of him. I wait for him to set it down but the next sound I hear is his zipper coming down. Imagining his thick, veiny cock, a smile spreads across my face as I wonder if it’s as hard as it was when we’d only entered the room.
“Smile now while you can, Princess,” he says. “Because in a minute, you’ll barely be able to breathe.”
The smile quickly dissipates from my face. In one swift motion, he has the belt wrapped around both of my thighs and begins fastening it. My mind races to imagine what he has planned. If my legs are closed, how will he fuck me? What happens next? Before I can start to think about the answers to my questions, he straddles my face, his cock is quickly shoved into my mouth as his knees find their new place on either side of my head. With my wrists still tied to the bedposts, I am at his complete mercy. I have no way to tap him with my fingers and his cock blocks my mouth, rendering me unable to speak. I have to trust that he knows what he’s doing and that I will be okay. His cotton shirt brushes past my face as he leans over my head. I assume his hands are pressed against the wall supporting his body weight.
“Make me happy,” he says.
My tongue is eager to coax and trace the tip of his cock as my mouth wraps tightly around him. His balls are snugly nestled against my chin, threatening to push their way past my lips but they don’t have the opportunity to do that until the seal is broken when he lifts his ass and shoves his cock down my throat. The head of it pushes right past my tonsils before I feel his shaft stretching out my esophagus. In quick succession, he pistons in and out of my throat, allowing me to take quick breaths when I can. I try to say something—anything—to get his attention but it’s fruitless. He doesn’t stop until I feel his balls contracting, drawing closer to his body. Slowly, he withdraws his cock from my throat, a thick rope of bile clinging to it as he lifts it from my face.
“Keep your mouth open, Princess. I’m not done yet,” he whispers in my ear. His weight lifts away from the mattress once again and I feel his hands unfastening the belt that’s been holding my legs closed as he fucked my face. “Now the fun begins. Are you ready, Princess?”
I nod and whisper, “Yes, I want this so bad. Give it to me. Please,” I beg. I want to erase the past of every girl he’s ever been with but I can’t. But now I’m ready to replace his memories. I want to give him memories of us. Me and him. I want to create memories of me giving myself to him; him owning me, using me.
Loving me.
This is how Colton loves. He’s not roses and flowers. He’s not cards and teddy bears. Colton loves by getting close to people in the only way he knows how—lost in his world of darkness. I will become part of that darkness and push out anyone who ever existed before me. My heart races and the beating sound begins to echo in my ears again but I pay it no attention. I am only focused on Colton and feeling whatever comes next. This is what he’s been waiting for—for months. This is what I’ve been waiting for: to fully become his.
He groans wrapping his hand around my throat and firmly begins pressing on my neck, slowly constricting my airways. I steady my breathing by focusing on him. His smell is intoxicating. I could get drunk off the scent alone. It’s so masculine and thick, I can’t smell anything else. Not the wine from dinner, not the garlic from his steak. Just his cologne.
Using his knee, he pushes my knees apart and opens my thighs. He uses his other hand to guide his thick cock inside me. It slips right past my slick entrance. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t soaking the sheets because everything he’s done from fingering me and eating my pussy to fucking my throat has been a complete turn-on. My pussy greedily wraps around his cock, welcoming every thrust he delivers as his breaths become shorter and more labored.
His fingers continue tightening around my neck as he struggles to keep me in place while he fucks me. Arms suspended above my head by the ropes that bound me to the bedposts, my breasts bounce freely as I begin to struggle for air. The lack of oxygen is taking its toll on me but not in a bad way. My nipples begin to tingle and I can feel them hardening as the sensation spreads throughout my body. This is the hottest fuckery in the history of sex. I can feel myself beginning to get dizzy which feels impossible because that dull, aching sensation continues to build below. I try to wrap my legs tighter around his waist but with each passing second, I feel like I’m growing weaker. Dizziness begins to consume me but I try to hold out.
I’m holding out for an orgasm. I can feel it coming and I know without a doubt, it’s going to be big. “F-f-f-c-k-k m….—,” I try to sputter but I can’t speak the full words. His grip around my throat is too tight. I don’t have the means nor the air to beg him to fuck me harder. All I can do is attempt to raise my hips to meet his thrusts. As though he’s psychic, he begins to bring me closer to the edge by pushing himself deeper as he fucks me harder all while still restricting my air.
Just before things get fuzzy, my body feels like the highest rush known to man and I can feel myself clamping around his cock as a surge so strong is delivered straight to my core. One shock after another is delivered before everything goes black.
Chapter 9
Colton
Her orgasm threatens to milk my cock for everything it’s got but I refuse to give in so easily. I’m nowhere near done with her yet. This is only the beginning for me.
My hand is still tightly wrapped around her neck as I fuck her, my fingers pressing on both arteries in her neck. Her swaying breasts and tight pussy make me want to come inside her but I know it won’t be much longer until her body becomes limp. She gasps for air that will not come and attempts to beg me to fuck her but the words will never occur. She can’t articulate them because of the pressure against her throat.
But I don’t relent, I only continue applying more pressure and more force. I don’t need to hear what she has to tell me because I know what her body wants. I know what she craves. From the very first time we had sex in my office at the club, I began reading her body language, paying close attention to every movement—no matter how vague—and have listened to every moan, sigh, and grunt. I have the ability to read her like a man reads his favorite book or watches his favorite movie. He knows the story by heart, the lines memorized, and etched into his brain for all eternity.
That is what sex with Ally is like.
She is and will be etched in my mind forever. There is nothing about her that I could forget even if I tried. I’ve learned what my little Princess likes. I know what she needs. And I make sure she gets it every single time. I worship her like a goddess. I make her body hum and sing with praise. She is my first priority. Always. There has not been a time this woman hasn’t come on my cock or from my fingers or from my tongue. She has come every time I’ve used a toy on her soaked little cunt, manipulated her tight pussy, or fucked her until she was exhausted and had nothing left to give.
The more I pound into her, the more she wants it. She comes hard on my cock. So fucking hard. I swear I can feel her pulsing around my cock even after she’s stopped moaning. Whether it’s from a euphoric high due to the lack of oxygen or a rush of endorphins from the orgasm, I can’t tell because her eyes are covered but I know one thing: her blood moves slowly through her veins as I continue to monitor her breathing.
My cock aches as my balls tighten. There are only a few precious seconds before I know I’ll have to let go before she passes out completely. “Fuck, Princess. I’m going to come,” I say, my breath hot on her cool neck. “Oh fuck, Ally.”
Her pussy is so warm and wet, so tight and fucking inviting. I have to let go of her throat before I come because if I don’t, I’ll squeeze too t
ight and risk her passing out. I’d love to fuck her limp body but not the first time. I want her conscious and alert. I don’t want to scare her. She’s come so far since we got together, I don’t want to push her away.
Ever.
Thrusting into her, I begin to go deeper and harder when I finally let go. It doesn’t take much before my seed spills inside her. As my come hits her cervix, she gasps for air, coughing and breathing as I continue fucking her. When my balls are empty and my cock stops throbbing, I slow my movement and continue monitoring her breathing as I remove her blindfold. A gorgeous smile spreads across her olive-colored face while I carefully pull out of her.
“That was fucking hot,” she says, still gulping down breaths of fresh air.
I knew she would like it. I’ve always known. Edging is very erotic and can bring a couple closer together. It’s not something that everyone can share but those that do develop a bond like no other. There’s a lot of trust involved and as much as I hate admitting this, it’s not something we could’ve done before. If Ally had ‘surrendered’ herself to me when we first got together, it wouldn’t have worked. We both needed to fully trust each other and we have that now.
“Yeah?” I cock an eyebrow at her. “Enjoyed your first time, huh?”
“Oh my God, Colton,” she says as I begin untying her wrists. “It was so intense. It was so different and not anything that I ever expected.”
Leaning down, I kiss her forehead before I move onto her other arm. “It’s very different,” I say to her. Once she’s untied, I place the rope on the stand beside her bed and pull her into my arms. We lie together in silence, reflecting on the evening. “You know what I enjoyed the most?”
“What?” She asks.