If not, she’d better say so now, because it was about to happen.
Her breath tangled in her throat as she watched his dark face descend toward hers. Her heart was hammering, careening wildly out of control, threatening to burst from her chest.
He covered her mouth with his in a devastating series of kisses. Again and again his lips touched, lifted, then touched again as he sipped her, tasted her, savoring her textures and flavors. He drank her sweetness, whispering her name reverently over and over. Then he parted the seam of her lips and, with a sigh, she took his tongue into the wet, silky haven of her mouth. He lifted his hips, sliding his enormous cock up the entire length of her furrow, lubricating himself in her slippery juice. “God, baby, you feel so good, so fuckin’ wet.”
She shivered and when the engorged head of his iron-hard penis bumped against her hypersensitized clit, she cried out into his mouth, shuddering and moaning as he ground his hips against her, preparing to enter her.
Lifting her head, she looked down her body to where they were about to be joined. His cock was so huge, thick and bulging with purpled veins, a steel rod sheathed in hot, living velvet. And dark, even there, where she was so pale and pink. She could hardly wait to feel it sliding into her, stretching her, filling her, making her moan with pleasure. “Please, Jesse,” she begged, her gaze returning to his. Something dark and feral prowled in his black eyes. “Please come inside me. I need you inside me.”
“Christ, Sarah,” he groaned, “you terrify me with the way you make me feel.”
The room echoed with their groans as he slid slowly into her, one searing inch at a time, giving her quaking body time to adjust to his massive girth. Both of them watched as he split her tender flesh, watched her cunt gobble him up like a hungry mouth.
Christ, the feel of her! Hot and wet, like boiling silk. He’d never felt anything so good in all his life. He was blown away by sensations he had never felt before, because he had always been shielded by a condom. By the time he hilted, he was so close to spilling his seed, he knew it would all be over in just a matter of minutes. “Jesus, Sarah, you’re so tight. So fuckin’ tight. And hot! My God, like a fuckin’ furnace! You’re burnin’ me up, sugar. I’ve never felt anythin’ so good.”
“Me neither.” She tugged at her bonds, wishing she were free to throw her arms and legs around his powerful body. “You feel so good inside me. So right. Fuck me before I go insane!”
Her vagina gripped his cock like a fist, muscles clenching and releasing, milking him along his entire length. Jesse hissed in a sharp breath between his teeth and slid slowly out of her grasping sheath, his blood-engorged cock lacquered with her glistening juices. She watched its reluctant retreat, gasping for every breath as her inner muscles tugged at him, trying to pull him back inside her tight channel. She let out a sharp cry as he surged back inside. Her head dropped back onto the pillow. “Fuck me, Jesse.”
He felt her wetness drenching him, her heat scorching him, branding him as hers for all time. He reveled in every tiny ripple of her walls as they flexed around him, sucking him in so deep he knew he never wanted to come back out. He wanted to stay buried inside her forever.
She moaned, writhing beneath him as she felt him pulse within her body, growing even thicker and harder. Then she felt him begin another slow withdrawal, his cock awakening every pleasure center within her gripping walls. Grimacing with a mixture of both pain and pleasure, he paused at the end of his outstroke, struggling for control. Then his control simply snapped. With a sharp cry, he surged back in and began thrusting hard and fast, pounding into her like a man possessed. “Sorry, sugar,” he gasped, his hot breath panting against her ear. “Wanted this…first time to be…special for you. But it’s gonna be hard. Rough…want you too bad. I can’t—”
He slammed in and out of her gripping sheath, feeling his climax pinch the base of his spine. His balls tightened almost painfully, drawing up hard against his body, heavy with the weight of his seed. Elbows at her shoulders, he held her head between his large hands, his fingers gripping her hair as his mouth assaulted hers, his tongue thrusting in and out in time with his cock thrusting savagely in and out of her cunt.
She drove her hips upward in mindless desperation, as far as her restraints would allow, as she matched him stroke for stroke, fighting for every ragged breath. “Yes, Jesse, rough. I want it rough. Need it…rough…” Pleasure jolted across nerve endings she’d never even known she possessed. Her body tensed as she strained toward yet another explosive release.
“More! More! Give me more! Jesse!” She screamed his name, the sound ripped from her throat as her body detonated like a bomb blast. The convulsing walls of her cunt clamped down on his cock and his body seized, his face contorting in a rigid mask of pleasure/pain. She was shaking, crying, spasming with the force of her climax, milking him in long, liquid pulls.
With a shout, Jesse jerked his head backward, the tendons in his neck hard and distended as he blasted his hot seed against the mouth of her womb, drenching her entire passage with his come. And as she felt his spurting release, another climax rippled through her, shattering her completely. Her back arched as he rocked against her, his body rigid as cum continued to spurt out of him. Finally, with a low moan, she went limp beneath him and he collapsed on top of her, unable to hold himself up any longer. “Jesus, Sarah.”
His arms went around her, holding her tightly against him as if he never intended to let her go. “I know I’m too heavy, sugar, but I can’t seem to move at the moment.”
“Moving is highly overrated.”
They lay there, boneless, fighting for breath as the savage pleasure of their orgasms continued to rage through their jerking bodies. When the last spasm had passed, Jesse’s dwindling cock slipped from Sarah’s grasping sheath. Hot, sticky fluids cascaded out of her onto the sheets.
“Untie me, Jesse. I want to hold you. I need to hold you, touch you…”
Lifting himself off of her, Jesse got awkwardly to his knees and reached for her right hand, unbuckling the leather cuff. She lay on her back, breathing heavily as he gently massaged her shoulder and arm, working life back into her muscles. She hissed sharply as returning circulation sent painful needles shooting through her flesh.
He repeated the process with her left arm. Then, giving her a kiss, he stood up, went to the foot of the bed and untethered both legs. He massaged them from foot to thigh before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her onto his lap.
“Still think you don’t like sex?”
Chapter Five
A slightly hysterical laugh bubbled up out of her at the tired satisfaction in his voice. “Ummm, I’m not sure. Preliminary results are inconclusive. I’m afraid I’m going to have to conduct more research before I can give you my final report. A lot more research. This could take years.”
Jesse laughed and tightened his arms around her. “Oh, baby, you are so fuckin’ perfect for me.” Her body softened, molding itself to his, supple, pliant, a perfect fit. She lifted her lips for his kiss.
Opening her mouth with his lips, his tongue entered the hot darkness, scavenging the interior as if searching for pirate’s booty. He plundered her mouth, demanding a response. A response she could no more deny him than she could deny the force of gravity.
“Mine,” he rasped against her lips when he finally pulled back enough for her to catch her breath. “All mine.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You belong to me. And I’m never lettin’ you go.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her body still humming with residual pleasure, she felt herself go limp against him. Mindlessly adrift in a warm, velvet sea, she let out one last shuddering sigh as a bone-deep lethargy rolled over her like the incoming tide. She sagged against him, incapable of movement. Except for her thigh muscles. They were jumping and jittering as though constantly being jolted by electrical shocks. Her legs were so weak, she didn’t think she would ever be able to walk again.
Standing up with her
in his arms, he carried her into the adjoining bathroom. It was enormous, with two sinks in a long marble vanity along the right wall, and a gigantic sunken tub on the left. The mirrored wall behind the vanity reflected the iridescent glass tiles above the tub. Blue, green, and every color in between, they shaded from dark at the bottom to light at the top, shifting and shimmering in the soft spotlights. It was like being underwater in a tropical lagoon.
Sitting down on the edge of the tub with his feet inside, Jesse positioned Sarah across his lap, tucking her head beneath his chin, holding her with one arm tight around her.
She heard water running, but the sound was muffled by the blissful fog blanketing her brain. Drifting lazily, she paid no attention to her surroundings, until she was lifted once again. Jesse descended into the tub and sank down onto a built-in marble bench, submerging them both in soothing hot water. Leaning back against the tub wall, he pulled her head down so her cheek rested against his broad chest. When the tub had filled to his satisfaction, he turned off the tap and turned on the jets.
The water foamed and churned, buffeting against her. He sprinkled some crystals into the water and the scent of lavender filled her nostrils as soap bubbles frosted the surface like icing on a cake.
Sarah let out a low groan of pure bliss. The powerful jets were massaging her in all the right places, easing soreness she didn’t even know she had. Tilting her head back, she lifted her face and Jesse’s mouth took hers with savage demand. His scorching tongue surged into her, devouring her, dominating her senses, leaving her in no doubt as to who was in charge.
Delight flared through her, gathering low in her belly. She could feel his cock harden and jerk beneath her buttocks. And just like that, she was aroused again. Just as aroused as she had been upon awakening earlier this morning. As though she hadn’t just been given the four most amazing orgasms of her entire life. Holy Moley! What on earth was happening to her?
He made her feel things she’d never felt before. He made her want things she’d never wanted before. He made her recognize needs buried so deep inside herself, she’d never even known they existed. Needs she now knew were an integral part of her deepest being. A need to be Dominated. A need to submit to a powerful, loving man. To give herself completely into his hands, releasing all her control, trusting him to take her to the full heights of the ecstasy that awaited them both.
Jesse’s hands came up to frame the sides of her face and he moved her head back just far enough for him to look down at her through hooded eyes. How was it he’d never noticed how many different colors her eyes were? “What’re you thinkin’, baby?”
“Nothing.” She gave him a slight smile. “Just trying to remember my name.”
“Christ, sugar,” he whispered, his voice filled with a dark, primal hunger. A sound full of unresolved torment and need. “You are so damn responsive. You have no idea how beautiful that makes you. I’ll never get enough of you. I need you like a man dyin’ of thirst needs water.” His thumbs stroked along her jawline, up the satin smoothness of her cheeks. His throat tightened and his chest expanded with a deep sigh.
“When I left here eight years ago,” he began haltingly, “I left part of myself behind. The best part of myself, actually. You. I told myself it was for the best. That you would forget me and find some lucky son of a bitch and get married and have the official 2.4 kids.” He sighed, tightening his arms around her.
“Leavin’ you ripped away part of my soul, but I told myself that I could live on the memories. That I’d get over you eventually.” He brushed his lips gently across hers, then lifted his head to stare into her eyes. “I was wrong. The memories were not enough. I never got over you, and for the past eight years there’s been a gapin’ wound in my soul that has never healed. Until now. Until this mornin’. Until I had you beneath me, cryin’ out my name as you climaxed around my cock, wringin’ me dry with your sweet, sweet cunt.”
God, those words! Those crude, vulgar, raunchy words! What power they have over me! She squirmed in his lap, raising her head and lifting her hand to stroke her thumb across his cheek. “Your leaving left me with nothing but memories, too. And you’re right. They weren’t enough. They were never enough. And now that I’ve had a small taste of what we can have together, I never want to live without you. I was devastated when you left, Jesse. I just wanted to curl up and die. And if it happens again, I will die.”
“It won’t happen again, Sarah, because I would die, too. I want us to be together, baby. Literally. I want you to move in here with me. I built this home for you. I want you to share it with me.”
She went completely still and he felt panic rise within him.
“Okay, too soon. Then how about this. It’s Saturday mornin’. Stay with me for the rest of the weekend. Give me a chance to show you how good things can be between us.”
“Good grief, if it gets any better, I’ll die of a coronary!”
He gave her a wolfish grin. “I take it you haven’t been disappointed so far?”
She just laughed.
“Okay, good. I’ll take you home Monday mornin’ in time to get ready for work. However”—his voice lowered to a dark, sexy rasp—“if you do agree to stay, Sarah, you are mine to do with as I please until then. I will expect instant and total obedience, or I will be forced to punish you, do you understand?”
Lord have mercy! Too shocked to speak, she could only stare at him helplessly as a million flying insects exploded in her belly. Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, she chewed on it as her thoughts skittered wildly about.
“So, what’s it to be, sugar? Will you stay?”
Her laugh was nervous as she dropped a kiss on his lips. “Yes, I’ll stay, on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
As if on cue, her stomach growled loudly and they both laughed. “I’m ravenous. Do you intend to feed me or what?”
Hands on her hips, he lifted and turned her to straddle his legs, aligning the head of his cock with the opening of her vagina. Suds slid down her wet, shining skin, leaving a pearlescent trail. “Put me down for ‘or what,’” he growled as he lowered her onto his raging erection, fucking himself up into her in one long, blistering glide. She moaned and closed her eyes as her sore flesh adjusted around him. Her head fell forward to press her forehead against his smooth, hairless chest.
He gripped her hips, holding himself perfectly still, savoring the exquisite milking motions of her inner muscles pulsing around his naked cock. “God, Sarah! You have no idea how beautiful you are. How tight and hot you are.” Gripping her hips, he began moving her up and down on his engorged penis.
“Ride me,” he commanded hoarsely.
Pumping up and down on his staff, she rotated her hips, grinding her pelvic bone against his groin. With a low groan, he leaned forward and closed his mouth over one wet breast, making her shudder and moan with pleasure. Grasping her erect nipple between his teeth, he raked it from base to tip, pulling on her sharp point, elongating it even further. His groans sent vibrations streaking through her.
Lightning slashed straight to her clit in fiery, jagged bolts. She cried out over and over as pleasure sizzled through her entire body like a current of electricity. Pleasure and tiny bites of pain, which Jesse promptly laved away with the silken roughness of his tongue, flicking it across her hard nipple. Before the next little bite. And her next little cry.
“God, you have the most responsive nipples I’ve ever seen,” he said in a tone of awe, tugging on her with the pressure of his lips. “I can’t wait to see how they react to bein’ bound and clamped.”
Holy Moley! A shudder went through Sarah at his words. A shudder not of fear, but of arousal. Of anticipation. Of sheer excitement at the mere thought of having her breasts bound and her nipples clamped. Her rhythm on his cock faltered slightly as she considered this new development. Life with Jesse was going to be more exciting—and more terrifying—than anything she’d ever known.
His hands curved aroun
d her buttocks, taking charge of her movements, lifting her up and down more and more rapidly. “Touch your clit,” he ordered. “Bring yourself off. I want to watch.”
Cheeks flaming with embarrassment, she nevertheless reached her hand down and began circling her fingers around her aching clit, moaning and shutting her eyes. Her breaths turned into sharp little gasps as her body tightened, pulling everything inward toward her core as her orgasm began to wind up like a spring. Good Lord, I am going to come again! How can that even be possible?
Jesse was close, too. She could tell by his erratic breathing and the tightness of his skin across those gorgeous cheekbones. His eyes squeezed shut as he thickened and jerked inside her. “Fuck, Sarah, I’m coming! Come, baby. Come now!”
At his words, something snapped inside her, a release so violent, her orgasm exploded through her like an erupting volcano, incinerating her on the spot. She could feel Jesse’s cock jerking and pulsing as he released his seed deep inside her. He continued to push up into her for several more thrusts. With a gasp, she sagged against his chest, head on his shoulder, thoroughly spent as the spasms continued unabated for what seemed like forever.
They were both shuddering, harsh breaths heaving in and out of their lungs as they fought for control. Finally, Jesse’s wilting cock slipped out of her, releasing a flood of their commingled juices into the soapy water. She whimpered at its loss.
Hands under her arms, he pushed her into a standing position. As she climbed the steps up and out of the tub, staggering slightly as her knees threatened to dissolve, Jesse rose behind her, water sluicing from his body. He climbed out and reached for a thick, terry cloth towel. Kneeling before her, he placed a reverent kiss on her glistening mound, then he began to dry her off, paying particular attention to her breasts and between her legs. He discovered she was ticklish along her sides, under her arms, behind her knees—in short, nearly everywhere he touched, and he soon had her giggling helplessly as she tried to evade his torturing fingers.
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