by Ada Scott
I dropped them in a crumpled heap and stepped into the shower, groaning at how good it felt. With no small amount of help from the complementary soap, I emerged feeling like a new person. There was even a tiny tube of toothpaste and one basic toothbrush still in packaging in a glass next to the sink, along with the one Eric had obviously used.
The grime was gone and my bullet-graze was cleaned. I looked down at my pajamas with disdain, and then a smile touched my lips.
I wrapped the towel around myself, then undid it and wrapped it around me again, a little lower, tucking the corner in to keep it tight. It was no push-up bra, but the effect was the same.
Eric had cleared the remains of our meal away and a beam of early morning sunlight had fallen across the covers while I showered. Eric had set up a blanket and a pillow on the couch, where he was reclining with his hands behind his head while he waited for me, still wearing only his boxers.
He paused halfway through standing up as he took in the sight of me wearing nothing but a towel that was barely big enough to come down to my thighs.
“Where’s your clothes?”
“They’re dirty.”
He crossed the room slowly in my direction, his every muscle-bound movement was poetry in motion. My knees felt weak.
Even after the shower, I could feel the heat of him when he stood close. A drop of water escaped my hair and I felt it cutting a path down my chest, and over the upper swell of my breast.
Looking up into his eyes, I could see him following that path and I smiled at the hint that he was every bit as transfixed by my softer curves as I was by his firm ones. I could feel myself being pulled to him, as if the cells of my body might detach and start flowing across the short distance between us if one of us didn’t do something about this unacceptable lack of physical contact.
“Why don’t you kiss me?” I asked.
His lips parted, then he licked them before he spoke without conviction. “That’s… not my job. You should get dressed.”
“What is your job?”
“I’m going to deliver you to my employer,” he said.
“Alive?”
“If I can.”
“Well… did he say you weren’t allowed to have any… fun along the way?”
My heart was back in my throat, my breath shaking again. It felt like it was beating so hard that my breasts were wobbling with every beat. Could he see how excited he was making me? Would he give me what I needed while we had this gift of time together?
“You don’t know what you’re asking…”
“Show me. Don’t you want me?” I whispered. “You look like you do. I see it in your eyes… use me… do it… be my first.” I rose up on my tiptoes and whispered even more quietly in his ear. “Break me.”
Eric’s fists were bunched up at his sides and he was visibly shaking from the force of willpower that was tearing him apart between professionalism and animal lust. I could almost hear the “twang… twang” as the ropes of duty that bound him frayed and snapped, one by one.
After one more “twang,” quick as lightning, his hand shot up and grabbed me by the throat and he pushed me against the wall next to the bathroom door hard enough to knock some wind out of me. I swallowed and instinctively put my hand on his wrist as my breath rasped in and out.
“Oof!”
The impact loosened my towel, not quite enough to make it unravel and drop to the ground. Close, but not quite.
“Fuckin’ right, I’d break you. Dainty little fuckin’ princess that you are. You need to stop this before you get hurt. Before you get us killed.”
I coughed and adjusted my position so I could talk. “You didn’t stop me on the bike. Didn’t push my hand away. You won’t stop now, will you? You think you’ve got more than I can handle? Show me.”
Reaching down, I pulled his other hand up and put his finger on my bullet graze, pushing it in until the sting of it made me bare my teeth and wrinkle my nose up at him. A flush of pain and heat made me let out a shuddering gasp.
My quivering body was all it took to make the already-loosened towel drop to the floor. For the first time in my life, I was naked in front of a man. His hands were on me. His strong, uncompromising hands.
I could feel his eyes on me, caressing my skin the way the water droplet had earlier. Maybe there had been no water droplet and this was just what it felt to be looked at by a man like Eric. Either way, the sense of it was pure excitement.
His hand curled around from the front of my neck to the back and the other broke my grasp away from my bullet graze to bury itself in my hair, grab it, use it to lift me up to the tips of my toes again as he kissed me with the most urgent need ever seen in the history of the planet. It was more than a kiss, it was a battle. If I didn’t fight, I would lose my breath.
I struggled to balance for a few seconds, another battlefront I had to contend with while wrestling for the very air I breathed, as he pulled me away from the wall and swung me around in a dance I had no previous experience of. Feeling twice as big and infinitely more powerful than me, he forced me backwards. When I was near the bed, he shoved me and I fell on top of the covers in a breathless heap.
There was barely any time to regain my balance before he was on the bed with me, pushing my legs open and moving between them. My bare pussy touched against the growing bulge in his boxers and I gasped for a split-second before he was kissing me again and shifting us both up the bed.
I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his manhood thickening against my sex through his underwear as I caressed his muscles, savored the pull of my hair against my scalp and the sensation of being utterly powerless in the face of his lust. For now, for today, I was his.
He knew that doing this was a Bad Idea, but he was doing it anyway. That fact, and the very way his body moved against me was like a wordless stroke to my ego, the perfect unspoken compliment. I could be wanted… if only I had been able to find a man like him, a man who wasn’t afraid of my father.
Eric caught first one wrist and then the other, lifting my arms above my head and holding them there until I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs against my skin again. He attached one, looped the other around one wooden bar of the headboard and attached the other.
“These are staying on,” he said.
“Good,” I replied, defiantly, and strained up for his lips.
Once he had my wrists secured, his hands traveled back down the length of my arms to my breasts. He squeezed them and then pinched each nipple hard enough to elicit a squeal from me.
“Yes!” I panted, both in encouragement and a general exclamation of triumph.
Eric did a much better job of squeezing my breasts together than the towel had, though not for as long. I bucked my hips against him as he explored my body, grinding my sex against him until he backed away and I was forced to uncross my ankles to let him go.
Smack! Smack!
I gasped as he slapped each of my inner thighs hard enough to sting and leave a handprint, and spread my legs even further in reaction. Eric pushed my knees out and down until I couldn’t possibly have been more spread-eagled and exposed before him.
“Show me what’s mine,” he said, and dipped his head to lick my pussy.
The Southern Style bathroom had those toothbrushes, but clearly no razors, as his stubble tickled and tortured the tender flesh around my entrance. His tongue ran the length of my slit and his lips pulled at my labia as he overwhelmed me with sensation.
My juices were soon flowing like a river and Eric was relentless. His tongue, framed by the torturous stubble and his lips, worked overtime, flicking back and forth across my clit like it was attempting the land speed record.
I strained so much at my handcuffs that my wrists hurt, and then I strained even more. My pussy was being eaten by a world champion and I wanted to grind against his face, make every stroke of his tongue against my clit as hard as possible, and make up for a lifetime of never knowing what it was like to have a guy go dow
n on me like this.
His fingers trailed up the back of my thighs to my ass, where his fingers dug in hard and lifted my eager pussy to his face better than I possibly could under the circumstances. I looked down, and I could see the faint red outline of his fingers on my inner thighs, with his muscular shoulders just behind them, both framing his face, concentrating fiercely on my sex.
To be perfectly honest, he was about a thousand times better than a motorbike, and that was saying something. I thrashed my head from side to side and then gagged myself on my own arm while the pleasure grew.
As his tongue continued to concentrate on my clit, I felt one hand move from my ass so a finger could circle my tight entrance. Even slick with my juices as it was, it felt somehow stronger, more dangerous than his tongue, lips, or even his stubble.
The tip of his finger slipped inside my pussy and I tried to keep myself still so I could focus on this moment, immortalize it in my memory. The first time a man was inside me.
It was so much smaller than what I had felt through his pants, yet even that felt like a tight fit, and he couldn’t go far before he felt my hymen. He paused his licking and raised his head. I peeked out from behind my arm to see a wicked smile on his face and my own sweet nectar glistening on his chin.
Eliana
Eric rose to his knees and hooked his thumbs into his boxers. His eyes burned into me as he slowly pulled the waistband up and out, over the bulge of his now-hard cock, and then pushed them down. I felt his eyes, but my own gaze was fixed a lot lower.
If the muscles of his abdomen seemed to form lines that pointed down at his crotch, his cock certainly returned the favor. Looking like the most attractive arrow I’d ever seen, it pointed up, thick and throbbing, to his inked abs.
Only now did I realize how much it had been held back by his pants on the bike as we escaped The Smoke Devils. What he’d just unleashed was more intimidating than anything I’d seen in my precious video clips.
I needed it.
“If you think I’m going to take it easy on you because it’s your first time, you’re wrong. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to beg for mercy, and then I’m going to fuck you even harder.”
He took his cock in his hand and slapped my pussy with it a few times, hitting with wet slaps thanks to my well-smeared juices and the droplet of pre-cum at the tip of his cock. When he pulled away, the pre-cum stretched out into a string that connected his huge shaft with my virgin pussy like a laser sight.
I knew it was big, I could see that, but the way he hit me with it… I could feel its weight too. He was going to thrust that entire thing inside me, until his balls slapped on my ass and I was screaming in pleasure and pain. My dreams were about to come true, the only question was, could I handle the reality?
“It’s huge…”
“And you’re going to take it all.”
Eric brought his cock back to my sex and brushed it up and down along my slit, pushing my labia to each side and stretching my entrance a little when he pushed forward just a little. I was hyper-ventilating, waiting for the moment when he would shove the entire thing in, destroy my hymen and claim my untouched depths for his own, but he didn’t.
After exploring my outer folds almost as thoroughly as his tongue had, including flicking it across my clit a couple times, his cock was positively soaked with my slippery juices. He pushed his boxers past his knees and they slipped off as he moved up to straddle me.
The closer he brought that heavy weapon to my face, the bigger its seemed, until he was over my chest with my tits touching his muscular thighs and that cock towering over me with intent. From this vantage point, I could see every last detail of his manhood, see veins pulse with the beat of his heart.
My juices shone on it as I was properly introduced to the instrument of my destruction.
“Open your mouth and taste how fucking turned on you are.”
I was about to do exactly what he said, when a better idea came to mind and I shook my head. I thought I managed to contain my smile, but Eric’s face resumed the expression he’d worn when he discovered my hymen.
He brought his cock down to my mouth and pushed the tip against my pursed lips, spreading my own sweet nectar and a little of his pre-cum around my cheeks and chin. I shook my head again, keeping my mouth closed and almost making myself cum from the mere sensation of that cock rubbing all over my face.
“You will do as I say.”
Eric twisted his upper body, and reached back with his spare hand, slapping me on my inner thigh right on the same spot he had slapped me before.
Smack!
I gasped, and both my legs quivered in response, but the act of twisting around had affected the aim of his cock too and he didn’t slip inside my mouth.
“Are you gonna suck that cock?” he asked even though we both knew the answer.
“Make me do it,” I whispered.
Smack!
Eric reached back and slapped my other thigh, again showing pinpoint accuracy and striking the exact same spot he had the first time. I squealed and spread my legs as far as I could, as if the heat from each of his handprints magnified the other and I had to keep them apart to keep myself from burning up.
He grabbed me by the hair at the top of my head, twisting his grip so I moaned, a sound that was cut short by a thick cock entering my mouth. Even with my jaws wide-open, my lips still felt taut around this masculine invader and it slid over my tongue as if settling into a new home.
“Fuck… your lips were made for cocksucking, Eliana. You taste yourself now? You understand you’re my little slut yet?”
I couldn’t think about whether to agree with the obvious or defy him further. Whatever his professionalism had been barely restraining, was clearly running rampant through him now, and I would be the beneficiary of it no matter what I did.
Fortunately, this high-level strategic decision was taken out of my hands as his cock kept on sliding in until it hit the back of my throat. I looked up at him as my eyes watered, dissolving his chiseled features into a blur, and my face went red.
Harder and harder, he pushed, pulling my head against him by the hair until I gagged around his magnificent cock. It was just too big, the angles too extreme, there was no way it was getting any further.
He pulled his cock out and slapped my face with it while I gasped for breath. I could feel the air cooling on the wet patches. Then, perhaps to capitalize on the fact that I still had my mouth open to suck in as much air as I could, he plunged his cock into me again.
This time he thrust in and out, his hard length slamming into the back of my throat with wet squelches, until I coughed and gagged around him again. I struggled against my handcuffs, against his weight on top of me, against the power of his cock, but was outmatched.
Eric fucked my face with abandon. I had to learn, and learn quickly, to cope with it, to breathe around it, to concentrate on the task at hand.
“That’s it… there’s my dirty little fucktoy,” he said, reaching back to flick his finger across my clit as he continued to saw his cock in and out of my mouth.
Every now and then, he’d stop thrusting and push his cock hard enough against the back of my throat to make breathing impossible, but keep up that wonderful motion against my most sensitive spot. Whenever he did that, a ball of pleasure seemed to inflate even faster in my stomach.
Once, I’d strangled myself unconscious with my own stockings trying to simulate being choked while masturbating. Thankfully they’d ripped and set me free, but I’d never had the nerve to try it again, no matter how amazing it felt. Now Eric was making me feel that good again, but using a huge cock instead.
My face went red, tears poured from the corners of my eyes, and the groans of satisfaction coming from Eric made me feel more wanted, more present, more confident in the very essence of whatever I was than I ever had in my entire life.
This was not going to be consolation sex with one of my father’s soldiers, this was going
to be an epic meeting of the bodies with a real man who took what he wanted. And he wanted me.
The world was getting a little cloudy around the edges when Eric resumed thrusting his cock back and forth with powerful strokes. I gazed up at him through the tears with adoration. With his cock inside me, in a very real sense he was a part of me. My master, my equal, my self, all rolled into one.
If he choked me with his cock just one more time and kept that finger going on my clit, I was going to cum for him. Every stroke of his manhood, I waited with building anticipation, wondering if this one or that one would be the one to make me climax hard enough to lose consciousness.
When he pulled out instead, I had to work my aching jaw around a few times before I could even pout properly. Without the constant barrage of cock, I could suddenly feel just how much of our combined juices had leaked out over my face. I must have been a real mess. A perfect mess.
“Don’t stop!” I begged.
“I’m gonna feel that tight little pussy gripping me when you cum. You’re gonna look right in my eyes when it happens so you know whose cock you’re a slave to.”
Smack!
He tapped my cheek lightly. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes sir… anything, just please let me cum!”
“Good girl, that’s right.”
Eric moved back between my legs, pushing my knees out and down again to once more present my virginity to him. He paused to admire the view and shook his head, almost as if in disbelief.
“You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my fucking life, and you are mine.”
“Yes…”
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“It’s yours…”
Eric positioned his cock at my slit and teased me for a second until the tip found my virginal entrance and he started pushing forward. I grunted with the stretching pain and my legs, caught between quivering with pleasure and instinctively trying to protect me from harm, scrabbled uselessly on either side of him.