Stockholm Syndrome
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He slithered from her body. Reaching behind to the bedside table, he identified a condom by feel, tore the packet open with his teeth, and rolled it onto his cock. He reached back again, groping for a tube of lube. He located one at last, opened it, and squeezed it into the palm of his hand. With efficient strokes, he slathered it over his dick then eased himself between the cheeks of her ass, seeking for and finding her puckered opening with the tip of his cock.
He held her close, wrapping his arm around her and squeezing a handful of satiny breast. It felt amazing, all that softness tipped by the hard, responsive nipple. He could play with her breasts all day and never grow tired of the lush, sensual feel of her flesh in his palm, in his mouth, rubbing against his chest. And when she let him slide his hard cock between the voluptuous mounds, clamping him in her cleavage … god help him, the look and feel of it almost drove him mad!
He drew his fingertips over her skin again and again, touching lightly, stroking toward the nipple. She moaned and arched her back against him. It was what he’d been waiting for, hoping for—a sign that she was aroused again.
He thrust in slow, short strokes against her ass, feeling her sphincter stretch slightly against his blunt hardness. Working excruciatingly slowly and gently, he edged only the head past the first constriction, stopping before he reached the tighter inner muscles that she could not control. She was aware of him now although she still pretended to sleep, the stillness of her body betraying her anticipation.
He released her breast and trailed his hand down her stomach to brush over the damp curls of her pussy. He eased one fingertip into her creamy slit and delicately brushed at her clit. She moaned and shifted her hips, inadvertently pushing against him and causing his cock to slide a little farther into the narrow confines of her ass. He kept his touch as light as a feather, and eventually she parted her knees on a breathless moan, begging him wordlessly to increase the elusive pressure against her sweet spot. He rewarded her with a few firmer flicks, and quickly insinuated his leg between hers, moving closer and pushing her slightly onto her stomach so that he was partially lying over her.
At this new angle, he was able to gain another centimeter. He knew the moment it began to hurt her as her body stiffened beneath his and she clenched around him. The tightness took his breath away, and he fought the urge to plunge into her, withdrawing his fingers from her slit and digging them into the mattress. He was rapidly reaching the point where finesse would be beyond him.
“Evvy,” he rasped, “get the vibrator. It’s just in front of your thigh. Use it on your clit, and try to relax.”
She obeyed him unhesitatingly, unquestioningly. He could feel her trying to overcome the reflexive tightening of her sphincter muscles, and he reveled in her compliance and trust.
The vibrator did its work rapidly, stimulating her to a new crest of excitement. She gyrated beneath him and he guessed that it wouldn’t take long for her to reach another climax. He wanted to be all the way in before she did, because he was going to burst this time—but she was so small and tight despite all her preparations.
“Evvy, I want you to do something else for me.” His voice was urgent, strained. “I want you to press, to bear down on my cock, as if you were trying to push me out.”
“But I don’t want you out, I want you…” Her voice faded into a gasping moan and her body shook in a prelude to orgasm.
“I will come in, just trust me one more time.”
She gathered herself for the push, and when it came and he felt her sphincter muscles open, he was ready. In one slow, smooth stroke, he sank into her, embedded to the hilt in her impossibly tight, hot passage. She clenched helplessly around him, crying out, and he let free a choked shout as her muscles tried to suck him in even deeper, engulfing him in pure pressure and torrid warmth.
***
He was splitting her in two, thought Evelyn desperately. Mason was partly lying on her, enough to pin her in place, and his cock was a fiery brand in her ass. But she’d passed the point of no return with the vibrator, and despite the pain of his entry, she was definitely going to come.
The closer her orgasm raged, the less hurt she felt. When Mason started to thrust, slowly pumping her ass with long strokes, she ground the vibrator against her clit and focused on the building tension in her core.
His movements were stimulating her in ways she’d never dreamed possible, and the sense of being filled, taken, and possessed was absolute. It fed a newly realized, primitive need in her. He slid his hand between the sheet and her body and reclaimed her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple. At the same time he covered her more fully with his muscular body and licked the back of her neck before closing his teeth firmly over the sensitive point where her neck met her shoulder, an act of dominant mastery. It was too much. She gave herself over to pure sensation and her climax ripped through her. He joined her with a primal shout and their bodies strained together in ecstasy.
***
The next morning, Evelyn sat in Mason’s bed speaking on her mobile phone. Owen had rung to find out if everything was all right after her emergency call to him the previous day.
She was naked. Mason lay across the bottom of the bed, leaning on one elbow, playing with her feet. He had jeans on, but no shirt, and the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular torso was doing strange flippy things to her stomach. He’d just returned from a foray to the kitchen and a tray heaped with breakfast food and coffee lay next to her on the mattress. He hadn’t allowed her to leave the bed except to join him in the shower, and had already informed her that he planned to spend the day fucking her.
“So what happens next?” asked Owen.
“I’ll be coming back to Brisbane in a few days. I’ll finish my studies at the university, resign from my jobs, and give notice on my apartment.”
“I suppose it’s only a couple more months ’til the academic year ends. Where’re you gonna stay if you stop renting your place?”
“With Mace. He says he’s got a house there.”
There was a long silence.
“Owen? Are you there?”
“Fuck me!” Owen’s tone was awed. “Mace is coming back to Brisbane?”
“Well, just for a couple of months to let me sort everything out. We’re gonna live here on the ranch.”
“Fuck. And he’s opening up the house. That’s just… Fuck!”
Evelyn laughed. “Is that good fuck or bad fuck? Ow! Damn it, Mason! What did you do that for?”
“Don’t talk about fucking with my brother! Only with me!”
“We’re not talking about fucking! He bit my toe,” she explained to a chuckling Owen. “It’s not funny! He’s got really big, strong teeth!”
Mason grabbed her foot and sucked her toe into his mouth, making her squirm.
“It’s fucking awesome!” Owen was crowing. “I’ll make a few calls. There are so many people who’ll want to catch up with him. He can have a party!”
“Don’t you think you should check with him first?” asked Evelyn, giggling, watching Mason lick and nibble his way up her calf.
“Fuck no! He’s such a wowser, he’ll never agree. I’ll just set it up. Don’t go telling him now!”
“I will too. We don’t keep secrets from each other.” Her voice was slightly breathless. Mason was holding up her leg and swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin behind her knee.
“Oh, really? So he’s told you all about the fun-room at the Brisbane house then?”
“No, what’s that?”
“Why don’t you ask him?” Owen’s voice was all innocence. “I gotta go—fucking busy today! See ya, Evvy!”
She laughed. “Bye, Owen!”
She put the phone down on the bedside table. Mason’s stubble scratched the inside of her thighs as he nudged her legs apart.
“Owen says you’re a wowser.”
“Um-hmm.”
“So you’re all strict and upright, with no sense of fun?”
He lifted his
head and looked at her. “Right now I’m exceedingly upright, and I’m about to be very strict with you.”
A delicious shiver ran through her.
“What’s the fun-room?”
His eyes darkened. “That, little sub, is for me to know, and for you to find out.”
The End
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