by Nic Saint
“Since I have absolutely no idea what you have in store for me, I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” I said quite truthfully.
Some people would have called me crazy, to go along with this scheme of his. But somehow I trusted this man. I knew if I placed my life in his hands, he wouldn’t let me down.
“Very well,” he murmured, and escorted me to a waiting black limousine. He even opened the door for me. “Please take a seat.”
I did as instructed, and slid into the spacious luxury car. I couldn’t see who the driver was, and I was surprised when Remington didn’t join me before the engine started and the car pulled away from the curb. Through the partition I couldn’t see a thing, and I could only surmise that Remington was either driving this monstrosity himself, or was riding shotgun. Why would he leave me like this? It was all very mysterious, and not a little infuriating.
I searched around for a button or a microphone to connect me with the driver but all I managed was to turn on the music installation, and suddenly Creedence Clearwater Revival blasted through the speakers. Remington’s favorite music? I realized how little I knew of the man I’d entrusted my life with.
I finally decided to just sit back and try to relax. I was so nervous, my stomach was all tied up in knots, and I was cursing Celeste for dragging me into this mess in the first place. Then, honesty prevailing, I cursed myself for going along with her scheme. True enough, I only had myself to blame. Remington was right. I deserved to be punished.
Ten minutes later, the car finally pulled to a stop and the engine was turned off. Then the door opened, and I was surprised to find Remington’s outstretched hand reaching in to help me out.
“Did you drive?” I said, puzzled.
He nodded, but seemed reluctant to supply any more details, so I refrained from probing further into the matter.
I stepped out of the car, and found myself in the middle of a forest, not a soul in sight.
“What…” I began, but then he suddenly pulled a cap over my head, and took me in a strong grip. “Hey!” I said. “What the hell?”
“Do I need to remind you?” he grunted in my ear, “that you’ve been a very bad girl and that you’re in urgent need of some well-deserved punishment?”
“But—”
“You can either play along nicely, or face charges, all right?” he said, as he lifted me up from the ground, and carried me away from the car.
Somehow feeling his strong arms around me, lifting me up as if I weighed nothing, sent a flush of arousal through my body. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise,” I breathed.
“You better,” he said, placing me against some hard surface. Next thing I knew, he had attached ropes to my wrists, and was pulling my arms back, forcing me up against the hardness pressing into me from behind. The moment my bare arms touched the surface, I realized he was tying me up against a tree, the rough bark pressing into my arms.
He then roughly spread my legs, and started to apply the same procedure to my feet, tying them to the tree. Finally he removed the cap, and I blinked. Remington was standing before me, backlit by the limo’s headlights, parked a little distance away, as he appraised my new position with glittering eyes. In his suit and tie, he looked like James Bond who just kidnapped an enemy agent, and is about to question her about her employer’s evil plans to destroy the world.
Oh, God, I just hoped he’d get rough with me. Tear my clothes from my body, and then fuck me with that monster cock of his. Just staring at him staring back at me, his eyes roaming all across my helpless body, made me hotter than hell, and I simply knew I was soaking wet already.
I was still fully clothed, though the skimpy dress I was wearing didn’t do much to protect my modesty. Something flickered in his hand, and I saw that he was holding a pair of scissors. Knowing that I was about to be exposed completely made me whimper in breathless anticipation.
“How much do you like this dress, Miss Gould?”
“Not too much,” I said, my eyes on his as I licked my lips. “Not too much at all.”
“Good,” he grunted, then slashed away at the shoulder straps, releasing the front of the dress to flutter down around my waist, and expose my small breasts to him—my nipples hard and erect.
He lingered on them with the tip of the scissors, and the cold steel against my tender flesh made me gasp.
With a few more snaps, he released me from the confines of the rest of my dress, and now I stood before him, stark naked, my lacy black panties the only piece of clothing left. Two snips, and he’d remedied that as well, my mound and wispy tuft of reddish hair shining brightly in the light of the car, my swollen pussy lips protruding underneath.
He casually slid the scissors between my lips, and the cold made my clit pucker up and my cunt shiver in delight.
“Are you going to rape me?” I said, a little breathless. “Are you going to rape your defenseless secretary, Mister Carswell, sir?”
“Yes, I am, Miss Gould,” he said, his eyes roaming all across my body, taking in my slender frame, my breasts, now covered with goosebumps, and my pussy, yearning to be touched by his fingers. I was so wet, I could feel my juices dribble down my thighs. He saw it too, and smirked. Oh, please. Fuck me! Fuck me long and hard!
He suddenly grabbed me between my legs, and I yelped. Bringing his hand to his lips, he licked my juices, and his eyes darkened.
“You’re wet, Miss Gould,” he growled.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me, sir. Fuck me hard!”
“Not yet,” he said sternly, then suddenly dropped down on his knees before me, and pushed his tongue into me, just like that, shoving it in deep, the wide part splaying my pussy lips, as his curious tip explored the walls of my soppy cunt.
I squirmed against the ropes that held me tied up, but he’d done his job well, and I couldn’t budge an inch against the onslaught of his tongue inside my flesh. I was fully exposed and utterly helpless as he drove his tongue into me again and again, and licked the most intimate part of my body.
“Oh, Remington,” I sighed. “That feels so good.”
The moment I spoke those words, he stopped and leaned back, his lips and chin glistening wet. Reaching up, he grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples—smearing them with my own juices, and suddenly I felt my climax setting in, my lower body straining against the ropes, the globes of my ass grinding against the rough bark of the tree, and I came. The moment my orgasm rocked through me, his mouth clamped down on my pussy again, his tongue deep inside, and I came in his mouth, my juices flowing all across his tongue—and he drank it all with relish.
“Thank you for preparing my drink for me, Miss Gould,” he murmured. “Just the way I like it.”
I was still recovering, hanging limply against my restraints, when he rose to his feet, and covered my mouth with his, and I could taste my own juices on his tongue as it reached deep into my mouth, mashing against my tongue. He was hungry, voracious, and devoured me with such lust, I moaned in delight.
He backed away from me, his eyes still hungry, and slowly started removing his clothes, his eyes locked on mine. He shrugged off his vest, then ripped off his shirt and tie, and finally stripped down his pants and boxers, until he stood naked before me—as naked as I was. His body was gorgeous, the work of a master sculptor at the top of his game.
His cock was huge and rose to the sky like a pillar of lust. And when he stepped up to me, I knew he was going to enter me. That huge thing was going to penetrate me—disappear into my tight cunt to the brim. I yelped as he closed the distance between us in two bounds, and then he speared me onto his thick hardness, shoving it into my cunt with no deliberation or warning. One moment, he was standing before me, the next he was inside me, filling me from cunt to womb with that long, thick girth of his, shoving it all the way home in a single thrust.
“Aaah!” I cried, not from pain but pure unadulterated pleasure.
For a moment, I detected worry in his face, fear that he might be
hurting me, but then he took a firm grip on my ass cheeks, hoisted me onto his girth, and shoved even deeper into me.
“This is your punishment, Miss Gould,” he growled as he sank me onto his manhood until he disappeared completely inside me. “Do you accept it?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Yes, I do! Fuck me, Remington. Oh, never stop fucking me!”
“Remember, Miss Gould,” he grunted. “Each time you disappoint me, this is what you get.” And he shoved his cock into me with such force, I was sure I was going to explode with pure pleasure.
“Yes, punish me!” I cried. “Punish me harder. Harder!”
His hands were wrapped firmly around my ass cheeks, and with his powerful fingers, he spread my cunt wide, pulled open my labia, shoving his fingers in there, along with his cock, so he could fuck me even deeper.
“That’s it,” he groaned, as I yelped. Each time his cock thrust up into me, he sank me down onto him with his powerful hands, shoving home with such force, my whole body trembled and quivered. Never before had I been fucked this hard, my pussy being relentlessly pounded. Harder and harder he pounded into me, faster and faster, and I cried out more and more against his shoulder. Finally, he was ramming me like a jackhammer, my lilting flesh quivering, my clit on fire, my pussy gushing like a fucking geyser, as I screamed out in ecstasy, a second and a third and then a fourth powerful orgasm shuddering through my body. And still he didn’t stop, punishing my little cunt like there was no tomorrow. Sweat was streaming down his face and when his mouth claimed mine, sweat and saliva all mixed into one intoxicating mix in our mouths.
Then he plunged one of his fingers into my ass, shoving it home to the first knuckle, then deeper still, and then my mind went blank, my body now pure pleasure, pure climax, non-stop, as this man ravaged me, savagely fucked me into oblivion. Then suddenly he reached up—there was a flash of steel—and I fell forward onto him, my hands released from their binds.
He stepped back, his cock slipping from between my pussy lips, and I dropped onto hands and knees. When I looked up, trembling, my whole body slick with sweat, his cock was right in front of my face. He grabbed my hair, then, and pulled me forward.
“Suck me,” he growled. “I want to come in your mouth.”
I obediently opened my mouth wide and he shoved his cock into me, all wet and dripping with my own juices. My arms and legs were shaking under me, threatening to give way at any moment now, but I resisted the urge to collapse, and instead drove myself onto his impossibly erect cock, taking it as far back into my throat as humanly possible. He took my head in both hands now, and slowly started thrusting his cock between my lips, using my mouth for his own pleasure. And I loved it. To feel his powerful cock in my mouth almost made me come again.
“Come in my mouth,” I breathed, making eye contact. “I want to swallow your cum.”
“And you will,” he said. “All of it. Not a drop to be spilled.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, and winced as he shoved his cock into my mouth with force. I took hold of his balls, and cradled them in my hand. They, too, were absolutely soaked with my juices, his soft hair slick and sticky. I gently played them in my hand, feeling his balls contract under my touch.
It didn’t take long for him to reach his own climax, for suddenly he threw his head back with a yowl, took an even firmer grip on my head, and shoved his cock all the way into my face. I could feel the heat radiating through my own body, his cock stiffening even more, swelling up to majestic proportions, and then he erupted into my mouth, shooting hot spurts of cum across my palate, filling my mouth up with so much of his juice, I thought I wouldn’t be able to contain it.
My eyes fixed on his, I quickly swallowed the first load, before opening my mouth for the second. Entranced, he watched as I drank all of his cum, and suckled the swollen tip of his enormous cock for more. Just when I thought I got it all and I leaned back, licking my lips, a last spurt shot out from his engorged cock, and hit my chest, dribbling down my nipples.
“Goddamn,” he heaved. “That’s so fucking hot what you just did, babe.”
“All for you,” I breathed. “Anything for you, sir.”
“Yeah, you can drop the ‘sir’ now, honey. Game’s over.”
He knelt down before me, and cradled my face in his hands, searching my eyes with his. “Are you all right, Erin?” he said, worry now lacing his voice. “Wasn’t this too rough for you?”
I shook my head, rubbing his cum across my tits, still tasting the salty semen on my tongue. “I liked it,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my entire life.”
“Phew,” he said, looking at me with such love and tenderness, that I almost started bawling again. “I was afraid you wouldn’t like it. I was so mad at you this morning, and this seemed like such a good idea, but when it came time to go through with it, I almost backed out.”
He removed the last restraints from my feet with a snip of the scissors, and cradled me in his arms, turning his expensive costume into a makeshift sheet to protect us from the moisture.
“I know it’s crazy,” he said, as we rocked under that tree on the soft makeshift bed, “but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Erin.”
He kissed me tenderly, trailing his finger along my cheek, then lifted my chin as his eyes sought mine. “I’m in love with you, honey. Can you please forgive me for…” He gestured at the ropes that now lay abandoned on the forest floor. “For this?”
“Forgive you?” I said, hugging him close to me. “I loved it!”
“Oh, God,” he said, hugging me back, then kissing me once again, his hand running through my hair. “What have you done to me, Erin?”
We lay together for the longest time, our naked bodies entangled, declaring our love to one another. It’s impossible, perhaps, to fall head over heels in love and see that love reciprocated. But still it happened, and I’d never felt happier than that night in the forest. My ‘punishment’ hadn’t been so much a punishment than the most wonderful, most amazing present any woman has ever received, and I would cherish that moment in my heart forever.
“Remington?” I murmured.
“Mh?”
“I love you,” I whispered.
“And I love you,” he whispered back.
Under the light of the moon, and the headlights of Remington’s limo, we lay as only two lovers can, wrapped up in each other, and a lone owl that studied us from up above, shook its head in wonder, then hooted, “Whooo hooo.”
We both laughed, then kissed, then laughed some more. And then… we made love once again. This time slowly—tenderly—lovingly.
Thoughts of Celeste and the devious scheme that had brought us together were wiped from our minds. The time would come when we had to return to the world and deal with that—with her. But that time wasn’t now. Now was the time to celebrate our newfound happiness. Our newfound love.
To be continued…
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About Nic
I’ve been writing ever since I could hold a pen, though not erotic romance in particular. That stuff came later, much later. Over the years I’ve written mystery, thriller, action-adventure, children’s books, cat sleuth books and comedy, only to finally settle on what I like best: writing hot, sizzling erotic romance that will have your nerve endings jingle and your cheeks flush with excitement. Well, at least that’s what I’m aiming for!
When I’m not writing the hot stuff, I enjoy working out (trying to stay in shape while reading naughty stories on my Kindle), watch a great movie (something romantic, something funny), eat stuff (any stuff, as long as it’s tasty, I’m not difficult) or play with our big, fire-engine-red cat (see pictures page on my website for proof of same).
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