by Doctor Me Up
Her skin flushed with desire. Need spiraled out of control as her pussy throbbed and her clit thrummed with every beat of her heart. Cream slipped out of her pussy, wetting the entrance in preparation for his penetration. Keeping her heart from becoming attached to this man seemed a distant thought in the back of her mind. One she had to pull forward every few moments to remind herself of. Falling in love with Marcus would be the cap to how out of control her life seemed to twist these days.
His lips skimmed over her jaw, sending goose bumps down her arms. He nipped at her earlobe, drawing a shudder from somewhere deep inside her. The moment his lips closed over her aching nipple, she pushed her head back into the pillow and groaned in complete sexual satisfaction. God, the man was good. He knew exactly what to do to her to draw out each sensation.
"Elizabeth," he whispered in a low growl.
"Hmmm?"
"Stay in the moment with me. Feel what you do to me." His cock pressed insistently against her thigh. "My cock begs for the warmth of your pussy. It wants to push inside you and take what you sublimely offer to me with the arch of your neck." He nipped at her throat. "The animal inside us knows your mine. Your body gives itself to me even though you try to hold back a part of yourself."
How does he know?
"You are female. I am male. It's in our genetic code. Your surrender means the world to me even if it's only for a short time. I will take what you beg me to take with each sigh from your lips." He pushed his cock into her slowly but demanding her surrender with each short stroke. "I haven't been with another woman in months. I get tested regularly. Are you on birth control?"
"Yes and I'm clean. I want to feel you bare deep inside me."
With one final plunge, he buried himself to the hilt, his balls nestled against her ass.
"God, you feel like heaven, Marcus. Fuck me hard. Take everything. I'm yours."
"For now."
He slammed his pelvis against her, grinding the bone against her clit to stimulate the sensations he had to know would bring her to the brink in seconds. She was his even if she didn't want to admit the feelings stirring inside.
Heat built in her abdomen. The tingling started in her toes as she wrapped her legs around his hips. "Yes, yes, yes."
He grabbed her legs, pushing her knees to her chest, opening her to his thrusts, but at the same time, pinning her to the bed to do as he pleased. "Leave them there."
She used one finger to find her clit, rubbing the little button until she hung onto the abyss by her fingertips.
"Don't come."
What? Seriously? "But…"
"What do you say to me?"
"Yes, Sir," she murmured between clenched teeth. Damn it! I'm going to…oh God! Stroke after stroke, he pounded into her pussy. The walls of her vagina quivered under the need to come, but she wouldn't. He said not to and giving him control was what she wanted. "Plllleeeease, Marcus. I need to come. Please."
"You beg so pretty, Elizabeth." His words came out in a tortured pant of need. "Come for me now, darlin'."
Her world exploded in a kaleidoscope of color as her whole body shook from the force of her climax. Never in her entire life had she come so hard. Heat spread through her, making even her scalp and fingertips tingle. "Oh God!" she screamed as the last of her conscious thought lost itself in the spiral of sensations.
When he stiffened and groaned his own climax, she felt his cock expand before he lost the battle to hold himself on his arms above her.
* * * *
His body went limp. His legs shook and his arms wouldn't hold his weight anymore as he lost the fight to hold his orgasm back. Everything about Elizabeth fit him like a glove and it scared the hell out of him. Falling in love with her would be easy…too easy.
Her fingertip played with the bumps on his spine as he tried to catch his breath. The scent of jasmine surrounded him, winding its way into his senses until he couldn't breathe without the fragrance becoming a part of him.
"Wow."
"You said that before."
"Yeah, but I mean really…wow."
He chuckled and rolled to his side, bringing her with him until she rested her head on his chest. Her scent lingered in her hair setting his libido off again, making his cock begin to stir.
"Again?" she asked, a giggle in her voice.
"I can't help myself around you. You smell delicious," he said, burying his nose in her tresses. "Your scent makes me want to eat you up."
"You didn't eat anything this last time."
"Getting spoiled are we?"
"No. I'm happy to let you do whatever you want with me."
"Good because I'm not through with you. Did you have plans today?"
"No."
"Will you stay here and play with me?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"Have you ever been flogged?"
"No." She shivered in his arms as her breathing sped up. Even if she'd never had it done, she seemed intrigued by the idea.
"You know, I've read about this kind of stuff a little."
"And?"
"I always thought all of the BDSM sounded sexy as hell."
He ran his fingertips down the back of her arm and back up to her shoulder, watching goose bumps form on her flesh. "You're very trusting toward me even though we've just met."
"I can't trust you?"
"Of course you can. I would never do anything to hurt you or take you beyond something you can't handle, but for someone new to any kind of playing within this realm, you are handing a lot of control to me."
"Two of the most important people in my life trust you so I'm sure I can too."
"They don't know about this side of my personality."
"I bet a lot of people don't."
"Very true."
"Where do you normally engage in this kind of behavior?"
"At a club in Billings."
"Interesting thought. I'll be there doing my residency."
"I know," he replied, brushing the hair back from her face before he circled her ear with his finger.
"Maybe we could hook up while you're there."
"Maybe."
He felt her stiffen at his noncommittal answer and start to pull away, but he held on until she quit squirming. "I didn't say you could move."
"But…"
"Who is in charge here, Elizabeth?"
"You are, Sir."
"Good. Now I want you to roll over on your back and spread your legs."
After a moment's hesitation, she did what he told her. The second she parted her thighs, he positioned himself between them, spearing his tongue into her pussy. Cream coated his tongue—a bit salty with a tang of her taste. A lot of men didn't like eating a woman out, but he did. There was something inherently trusting about a woman when she climaxed under his tongue. The give and take of a relationship like this soothed the restlessness in his soul.
"Ah!"
He could hear the short pants of her breathing, feel the restless quivering of her muscles as she fought against the need to come since he hadn't given her permission.
"Please Marcus."
"Please what?" he murmured against her pussy, sliding his tongue around the outside, but not giving her what she needed to climax.
"Can I come? I need to so badly."
"Since you asked so pretty, you may come now." With the flat of his tongue pressed to her clit, he pushed hard to give her just enough pressure to explode.
Her breaths stop for a split second before she groaned and flooded his mouth.
"Sweet baby Jesus," she whispered.
He pushed two fingers into her pussy, curling them up against her sweet spot. The echo of her cry bounced off the wall as she climaxed again although not near as forcibly as the first time.
"I can't…take it anymore, Marcus. I couldn't possibly have another orgasm. Just do what you will while I lay here."
"No way, babe. You've got more in you," he said, pushing his rock hard, aching cock into her pussy.
The quivering flesh expanded and sucked at him, pulling him deeper into her depths until his balls rested against her ass. "You will come for me again, Elizabeth."
"Please. I don't think I can."
"Oh yes, you can."
Her eyes dilated and she moaned as he began to slowly slide his cock into her scorching flesh. Each pass of his shaft into her sucked more from his soul. He'd wanted her from the first moment he'd seen her at the ball. He'd lost his heart the second their lips touched and there would be no getting it back. She had him by the heartstrings. He was more the fool for letting her in. But how would he survive when she left? Trips to Billings even every weekend would be difficult. Her schedule would be erratic and he had his demanding practice here. Any relationship between them would be precarious at best.
"Fuck me, Marcus. God, please fuck me."
Lost in the blue of her gaze, he picked up the pace of his thrusts until she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pushing him beyond control. Her pussy squeezed his cock, milking him until he couldn't hold back his own climax. As he pumped his seed into her hot depths, she climaxed along with him in a blaze of desire strong enough to shatter his heart.
Chapter Eight
Spread eagle, bound hands and feet on something he called a St. Andrews cross, Elizabeth felt helpless. Trepidation raced down her back. What do I really know about this man? Yes, we've had amazing sex for the last two days, but should I really let him do this? What if I don't like it? What if I can't handle the sensations?
"You're thinking too much, Elizabeth."
"I can't help it."
"Talk to me."
"What if I get overwhelmed?"
"We discussed a safe word. Do you remember?"
"Yes. It's pink because I hate pink."
He chuckled and she smiled as the tenseness inside her evaporated. She wanted him to take control. The need to have him dominated her unleashed a desire in her so strong, she felt like she would shatter if he didn't complete what he'd promised.
"I'm going to flog you and then I'm going to fuck you in the ass over the spanking bench because I can. You want me to, don't you."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl. You look fabulous tied like this. Your body primed and your pussy wet just from being unable to move."
He ran his fingers down the crack of her ass and through her folds. When his fingers came away moist, she groaned as he sucked the juices from his fingertips. God, he's sexy.
"You taste wonderful."
"You like the way I taste?"
"Yes. There's nothing like an aroused woman."
When his mouth founds hers, she took him inside her, playing and sliding her tongue along his until he groaned too.
"You're such a temptation I can hardly keep myself from taking you right now."
"Do it."
"No. We do this on my terms," he replied, moving around behind her until she could no longer see him.
"What are you doing?"
"No more questions. No more talk or there will be punishment rather than excitement. Of course, you may like my bare hand on your ass."
Pain zipped from her left butt cheek, and then her right. He was spanking her!
"Your ass reddens nicely, Elizabeth."
She laid her head against the crossbeams, sighing softly. Why did she have this need for pain? She shouldn't. It's wrong to feel this way.
Trails of something soft moved over her calves and up the inside of her thighs. Her body quivered at the sensations. She fought the sounds in her throat. Something whooshed, and then slapped against her buttocks. Not hard enough to sting but just so she knew it landed. He did this several more times without force behind the blows. The next lash to her upper back landed harder, stinging like the slight snap of a rubber band.
His rhythm traveled along her back although careful to not get near her kidneys, down her buttocks and thighs he went, each swing just a little harder than the last until every lash held the bite of the leather against her flesh like a wasp sting.
Her mind drifted until the slap of the flogger melted into a combination of pain mixed with pleasure. Each time the leather bit into her flesh, she drifted further from herself. Marcus stopped and moved in front of her to cup her breasts.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, Sir."
Warm lips closed around her left nipple and sucked. Desire zinged straight to her clit with each pull of his mouth.
"You'll come for me now, Elizabeth."
"Mmm."
He dropped to the floor in front of her to place his mouth on her clit. His hot tongue licked from back to front, stopping on the throbbing nub to suck.
"Oh God!" she screamed as her climax washed over her so quickly she felt like she crashed against jagged rocks on the shoreline. Hot then cold. Her body shivered at the force of her orgasm.
"I think you're ready for me now," he said, standing behind her and unhooking first her legs, then her arms.
She sagged like a ragdoll, but he was there to catch her in his arms as he swept her up and walked to the spanking bench.
"Since you've never had a man in your ass, I need to prepare you."
The bench was wrapped in leather and very padded so when he draped her over the contraption, rebuckling her so her legs were spread, she couldn't move if she wanted to.
"I'm not going to strap your arms since they are probably sore from the cross, but don't move them from move your head."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl."
Something cold hit her anus, drawing a moan from deep inside her. She'd never had a man fully penetrate her there, but she had fingers ream her ass from time to time. The sensations got her so hot, she climaxed just from a touch and it had been a while since anyone wanted to.
"You are very sensitive there," he said, rubbing the warming lubricant into the muscles.
"Yes, Sir."
"You've never had a man in your ass, correct?"
"No, Sir, but I've had others touch me there."
"Ah. So you are no stranger to anal play."
"No, Sir."
The tip of his finger penetrated the tight ring of muscles, drawing a deep sigh from her lips.
"Ready for two?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl," he said, pushing two fingers into her ass and scissoring them to stretch the muscles.
"Oh God, yes."
The flat palm of his hand came down on her right butt cheek. "Silence."
"But…"
His fingers disappeared and she groaned again when he smacked the left cheek. "I said silence or I won't continue."
She pressed her lips together and sagged against the spanking bench. The need for him had grown to the point she ached for him to be inside her. In her ass, in her pussy or in her mouth. She didn't care at this point which orifice he used.
Something crinkled behind her, making her wonder what he planned now. A cold hard object pressed against her anus, slowly penetrating until she felt full and the wider base stopped at her hole. A butt plug? She read about them but never used one. The stretching was uncomfortable. She squirmed slightly earning another smack on the butt.
"I didn't say you could move."
Damn!
Two fingers plunged into her pussy.
Ah fuck!
"You may whimper, moan, groan or make any other sexy noise, but do not speak unless I ask you a question. Only then answer with yes, sir or no, sir."
A high whine escaped her mouth followed by a whimper.
"Very nice."
He continued to work his fingers in and out of her pussy until she hung onto her climax by her fingernails, not daring to let herself plunge over the edge until he said she could.
"Do not come, Elizabeth."
The fingers in her pussy disappeared before she felt the butt plug being removed. Maybe now he'll fuck me.
Again, the cold sensation at her asshole and something probed at her opening.
"Relax."
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p; She closed her eyes, trying desperately to loosen up everything below her waist as the broad head of his cock penetrated her anal muscles.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, Sir."
The sensations bordered on pain—burning pain, but she knew there wasn't anything she wanted more than to have Marcus possess her fully. Every part of her wanted him. Every crevice and piece craved his touch.
When his balls stopped to rest against her pussy lips, she knew he had seated himself completely inside her. The burning turned into an overwhelming need to push back against him. She couldn't move. If she did, he would punish her. She could do nothing except take what he gave her and only what he allowed her to have.
After a moment, he began to move. The slow glide of his cock into her ass drove her passion to new heights. She'd never felt these sensations and didn't know what to do. He controlled everything. A groan escaped her lips. She fought the urge to climax as heat crawled over her skin, washing over her in a heady sensation. Her pussy throbbed and spasmed with the need for something, anything to fill it.
He wrapped one hand around her hip and slid his finger over her clit.
White hot need shot straight through her body.
"Come for me now, Elizabeth," he whispered against her ear as he pounded into her ass with a blinding rhythm. "Shout out your pleasure for me."
"Ah God!"
"Yes, oh God, yes." She heard behind her as he slammed his cock into her and shouted with his own orgasm.
When he collapsed across her back, she felt a shudder roll through him while he tried to regain some control over his breathing.
"You were magnificent. I couldn't have asked for a better sub."
"Thank you, Sir."
A minute later, she felt him withdraw his softening cock from her. "I'll be right back."
He returned seconds later with something warm that he slipped over her backside and between her thighs. A washcloth? After he finished a very thorough job, he unbuckled her legs and helped her draw them back together slowly.
"Easy. You might be a bit sore," he said, bringing her back into an upright position.