by M. P. Lodi
“I'll kick you if you don't let me go”
He then push her to her knees and held her in that choke hold, with her arms pinned behind her. Now she was really in trouble if he put any more pressure. Of course he wouldn't. She could though feel his excitement before he put her on her knees. He loved dominating her almost as much as she loved to be dominated.
Had he been stroking her clit, she could get into the choking thing, she felt her pussy flooding as her panties were soaked.
He just kept her controlled as she started breathing heavily. Jackson released his hold on her, picked her up and turned her around. Her right hand went to her neck as if she were actually choking from his hold, which she wasn't. He put his right hand around to the back of her neck “Come to the bed, now.” She looked at him, longing for him to do anything. How could this man be so perfect for her? To want to do and try anything she desired. He was truly her own living fantasy, achieved thanks only to her falling out of that tree. Life is strange.
He walked her to the bed with him, using his hand holding the back of her neck. When they reached the mattress, she decided to fight, turning and slapping him in his face. It caught him off guard and she feared she might have slapped too hard. She wanted to fight and feel his power over her, and have her man overwhelm her. If she had to hit him again, she would.
“Oh it's on, you're going to pay for that.” His words sent a thrill through her mind and body. She felt the first of many tingles down in her pussy. He pushed her back to the mattress on her back and mounted her without entering her. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you.” She said, half believing herself but more wishing for a firm and forceful hand. He pulled her t-shirt over her head without taking the shirt off her completely. This kept her arms pinned above her. He used the t-shirt to keep them trapped together, and the strength of his left hand kept her arms pinned together in the shirt.
He leaned on his left knee next to her and pulled her shorts off, almost forcibly with one quick yank down, pulling them down her body roughly, he left them at her feet. Her nipples were already hard and skin flushed from the expectation of what was to come. She kicked her own shorts and panties off. “What are you going to do to me?” She struggled against his left hand holding her arms.
“Punish you, then use you.” He sounded almost like a villain in a James Bond movie. Her perfect actor. After he said that, with his left hand on her arms and right on her hip, he turned her over again like a side of beef. He liked doing that. She liked it as well as it made her even wetter, if that were possible. It made her feel more helpless. She started to fight against his left arm and the shirt keeping her arms pinned above her. She couldn't see him now as his right hand came down on her ass in a stinging spank, then another on the same ass cheek. She loved his control over her but needed more.
“Is that supposed to scare me, big man?” She openly taunted him, and turned her head to the left to see his face, but almost couldn't from the angle. Her taunt scared her almost as much as excited her. He moved up on her back, with his legs at both of her sides and released the hold on her arms. His knees were under her arms at the sides. She quickly took the shirt off of her arms but he then grabbed her wrists, and pulled them to opposite ends, leaving her now pinned to the bed with her arms to her sides above her head and his powerful hands pinning them at the wrists.
She grunted and tried to break free but his hands were too powerful. He got comfortable, with his body lying on hers while keeping her wrists pinned. Just as she felt his hard cock up against her ass, he bit her neck on her left side, right below her ear. Such a sensitive spot for her, that it sent shivers all over. He kept the bite on her neck, almost massaging it with his teeth. He couldn't do it quite as well as when he were facing her due to the angle and her face in the mattress, but it worked.
Her pussy flooded as it tingled. She thought about his huge cock against her ass, and how much she wanted it thrust into her again and again as she struggled against his powerful grip holding her to the bed. Jackson's total control over her body and pleasure took her arousal up even higher. The thoughts of him holding her there, and the feel of his biting massage on her neck had her rubbing her pussy against the bed. She was burning inside, wanting him in her. The feel of his muscled body felt heavenly. He let go of his bite and rubbed against her ass with his hard-on. Then he let go of her wrists. She was almost in her zone, only needed his cock inside her, invading her body from behind. But he let her go. She started to turn around, and he helped her, raising his pelvic area and then sitting up higher on her stomach as she faced him, confused. He didn't get off of her, thank God, but what the fuck was he doing? She flung her shirt off. She was enjoying his treatment and wanted him to be even rougher.
“What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want, this is for my fun, remember, not yours.”
He sat up higher and had a knee next to her head, pinning her right hand under his leg, as he grabbed her left and extended it to the headboard. From under the pillow he grabbed what had to be a preset rope, already tied to the post. With his left hand he pinned her left arm to one of the wood rungs that were sturdy and unmovable. He began circling her wrist with the rope, round and round about six or seven times. She lost count as she struggled to get him off of her. Only her feet could move and they were useless down there with Jackson way up where he was.
After knotting her left wrist to the headboard, he pulled his knee down releasing her right arm, and quickly grabbed it with his left hand, pinning it to the bed. He re-positioned himself with his right knee next to her head and brought her arm to the headboard, restraining it to one of the wood rungs and using his right hand again, started wrapping rope around her right wrist to the headboard. She was quickly fixed to the bed by both wrists and fought against the ropes. The bed was heavy too, and her struggles didn't even make the bed creek.
With her secured on top to the bed, Jackson looked over her body and stared briefly at her chest before moving his legs further down her body so he could nuzzle his head in between her breasts. He nestled against each breast and looked up into her eyes. She knew she wanted him, she was almost begging him to touch her down there. He could do anything he wanted, she just needed his cock in her before she lost her mind.
She tried to move her wrists, but they were securely tied. The feel of the compression on her wrists excited her, but her thoughts went to her legs, which she could still move about. Like a mind reader, Jackson turned around, leaving his gorgeous ass to look at as he grabbed a rope under the sheet and started tying her left leg to the sturdy and tall bed post. He then sat on her legs, taking her view of that ass away, pinning both of her legs down as he completed the tie off. Then he tied her right leg to the opposite bed post. When he was finished, her wrists were fixed right to the headboard with no wiggle room, but her feet were spread apart, comfortably, letting her thrash about a few inches in struggle.
He turned back to face her, sat back on her pelvic area and just observed her body, taking in what looked like every inch of her from the waist up. To be wanted by such a man sent a chill through her. His chest and arms completed the visual fantasy. Somehow she thought constantly of her faceless masturbation mystery man, who she now replaced in her head with Jackson's face and body.
Now what? Her pussy was almost aching. He looked into her eyes, and put both of his sculpted arms above her shoulders and leaned over and above her. She knew, he could see it on her face. She wanted him to take her, she was already more than turned-on. Jen struggled with her legs and arms but couldn't move. He seemed to look through her somehow. She was naked but it was like her soul were there, bared for him to observe, use or even abuse.
He closed his eyes and kissed her. It was a long, passionate kiss. Slow and warm, and with each caress of his tongue she tugged at her wrists and ankles. The restriction sent pings of pleasure to her pussy, which was still untouched, but almost throbbing for him to do anything.
He stopped kissing her, an
d she didn't open her eyes. She stayed in her zone, waiting for his next move, still struggling at her wrists and ankles. His kiss went to her neck, with a nibble at first, and then a rougher nibble under her left ear. Just as fast as he started, he stopped and moved to her breasts. He sucked on her right breast as he massaged her left, flicking her hard-nipple with his tongue, then sucking on it, and pressing into it with his mouth as he sucked and then nibbled. She knew she could orgasm in a minute if she had a free hand.
He switched breasts and did the same to her left. His hand ended the massage of her right breast with a squeeze. He then held both of her breasts with his hands as he worked his kisses down to her stomach, kissing her at least six or eight times. She lost count, struggling against her bonds. She could have sworn her clit were throbbing by the time he kissed her on her belly button. His hands moved down from her breasts to the sides of her body as he moved his own body further down.
She felt him then place his arms under both of her legs as his face nuzzled against her pussy. No fucking way. He said he would punish her, but this wasn't punishing her. She struggled against the ropes some more as he licked and kissed her clit, sucking on it. The pleasure shot through her hard. It throbbed and her pussy ached. He was punishing her, but with pleasure that she had no control in stopping.
She held her breath as he breathed on her all over her pussy. He took his right hand out from under her leg and with his fingers caressed her dripping folds, as he licked and sucked on her clit. Her body was on fire now, struggling, unable to close her legs, unable to move her arms. She wanted him in her, she wanted him to slam his cock in over and over, but he didn't. He kept licking and making love to her pussy and clit.
“Jackson, please. Please... fuck me” she begged him. Was it still against her will even in her own head? How could it be if she begged him now to fuck her? It was still, as she went back into her victim mode, seeing his muscled body again in her fantasy as he made love to her pussy with his tongue and mouth.
He started to almost dive into her, his tongue felt powerful inside her and his fingers massaged her clit the way she loved. They stroked her love bud over and over as his tongue did its own magic inside her. He was almost worshiping her pussy, and she quivered, her hips thrusting up into his face as if he were fucking her.
Almost desperate for an orgasm now, she was nearly lost in her own sensations, eyes closed, her fantasy Jackson doing his wonders as she continued to fight against the ropes holding her to the bed. They were like a heavenly pillow now confining her, but lifting her pleasure up to another level.
She had never in her life climaxed from oral sex performed on her. She didn't have much experience with the few boyfriends that enjoyed oral pleasures. Jackson seemed to love every second of it. He licked up every drop that she had, and still wanted more as his tongue invaded her inside, and caressed her. It was overwhelming, she felt her fingers tremble as she pulled against the bonds all at the same time. His left hand stroked the inside of her thigh as his right kept massaging, stroking her clit. His tongue just worked wonders inside her.
“Oh God”, she trembled and shook, pulling against the ropes, too much pleasure at once.
“Fuck me, please fuck me.” She was begging. That's how it sounded to her own ears. He must have heard it, yet he ignored her.
He did fuck her, but with his tongue. He truly did love her. He thought of her pleasure before his own. She's tied up, not able to do anything except struggle and he dares to pleasure her.
The tingling inside her grew more and more intense. It was as if a string were being tightened more and more, her clit was pulsating from his hand and his tongue managed to make her pussy feel like it were on fire. Not one drop of her cum escaped her body as Jackson lapped up every drop.
It was almost like a sneeze coming on. The tingling just kept intensifying, and then the sneeze. The intense electricity released. A glorious amount of heat and pressure enveloped her body, intensified by the rope on her wrists and ankles. She lost track of reality for moments but knew Jackson was still between her legs. Every part of her body felt the wave of heat and pleasure.
She then felt Jackson over her and she opened her eyes to the feel of his cock pushing into her pussy, and the muscled chest of her man above her.
Her orgasm ended but didn't. A second one took up where the last one seemed to end. They were as one, and she was in heaven tied and at her man's mercy. Her eyes closed again, drifting off into her fantasy zone.
His cock slammed into her and the shock of the initial thrust went through her body in a wave of pleasure and pain as her pussy adjusted to his length. He was pumping her faster and faster, almost as if he were in a race to come with her before she was done with her own orgasm. She then could feel his breath on her neck as he kept thrusting with his hips. She labored to breathe easily, and gasped, still struggling to free her wrists. His body felt like a piece of iron on top of her, with a soft mouth that now kissed her neck. His left hand gently took hold of her breast and massaged. Too much at once again, too much glorious pleasure, if there could be such a thing. She lost total control.
The tension string inside her completely broke, she gushed and exploded once more. She knew Jackson was still thrusting in and out, but her legs were going numb. He kept thrusting harder and harder, pushing deeper into her. The pleasure he took from her body kept her in her orgasm. Seconds went by and never in her entire life could she have thought she would feel such a sensation. She heard him grunt out in his own pleasure, but couldn't open her eyes. She was still lost in her own pleasure and gyrating, and fighting now softly against the ropes holding her wrists and ankles. Jen had fought so hard that only now she realized that she had dug her own nails into her palms. The pain was oh so good, everything was amazing as Jackson stopped pumping. Her throbbing filled her and satisfied her, and the pulsating went away. The tidal wave crashed and rested more easily as a gentle tide took over her body.
She could feel him breathing on her neck. They lay there for what must have been at least a minute before Jackson started to stroke her hair with his left hand. She opened her eyes, and could feel his cock shrinking inside of her. Her man, and her sweet eight inches now relaxed. The scent of his hair and skin and sweat were heavenly.
Jen lay there catching her breath, wondering how the fuck she ever dated anyone in the past with Jackson out there somewhere. This man had to be hers forever. She started to feel like she were floating, while a strong relaxing feeling swept her body. She knew everything was going to be okay in the world. She started to drift off to sleep, and felt Jackson untying her right hand. What a man. Her own fantasy billionaire that adored and loved her to death. She was happy, completely and absolutely in her body and soul.
Emily
Emily and Noah were sitting, intertwined on the long cream leather sofa in the Great Room. They were watching an episode Game of Thrones on HBO that they saved in the DVR. Jackson had forced Noah to get into the show a year ago, when Jackson had his first of many G.O.T. Marathons. They had watched over three seasons in just a weekend. Noah said he got into the show big time after Jackson told him it could be disguised porn with a great story, all by a genius author named George R.R. Martin.
“I can't believe that, no fucking way. You see that dead guy taunting Jon Snow?” Noah looked at the screen stunned. He was facing Emily with his left hand on her breast and his huge right leg was over both of her legs on the sofa as he kissed Emily's neck again. The credits had started to roll for “Hard Home”, one of the last episodes of the show for season five.
Emily shook her head. “That wasn't a dead guy, he's a White Walker. In the books they're called ‘others’. He most likely was the Night King.”
“How do you know so much about the show?”
“I read. Not as much as Jen does, but for years she'd tell me about a great series or books that she knows I'd like. She gets me into all of the best books. Like your buddy Jackson, Jen and I are still in this whole genre. Ob
sessed you could say. There's a trivia book for the show, Game of Thrones Black Belt in Trivia...I'm a black belt. Ask me anything about the show or the books.”
“OK smart ass, is Jon Snow dead?”
Emily looked at him with a smirk. “He's dead in the show, and no one knows where that goes, but in the books, my guess is he is still alive or will be alive after Melisandre brings him back to life.”
“That's the sexy red woman. She and Jon are important to the next few seasons, I believe, if the hints are correct, that Jon Snow is a Targaryen, the son of Eddard's sister and Prince Rhaegar.”
“How did you come to that conclusion? I thought he was Ned Stark's son, but the mother was the mystery?” Noah squeezed her breast, then nibbled on her neck. He was obviously more into her body than the show, which was fine by Emily.
“Simple, like Selmy said, Rhaegar was honorable. He didn't really rape Lyanna Stark it was a ruse. Eddard promised his sister something at the 'Tower of Joy'. That's a tower in Dorne, named for the joy that Lyanna gave Rhaegar. In the books Rhaegar left Kings Guard men to protect her. That's where Lyanna dies in childbirth, giving birth to Jon Snow, in my opinion. Lyanna saying to Ned “Promise me Ned” is repeated a few times in the novels.
“No way would George R.R. leave so many hints and then let Jon Snow really die. That would leave a huge gaping hole in the novels. He is too good of an author to do that in my opinion, it's what Ned promised his sister that is the mystery. You can put two and two together, right?”
“Oh, this is all in your opinion then, no facts from the books.” Noah kissed her ear, then her neck, and they both turned as they heard Jen say “I hope I'm not interrupting anything.” They were both surprised and Noah quickly moved his leg off of Emily and took his hand from her breast.
Emily smiled “Jen, tell Noah who Jon Stark's father is.” Jen walked to the smaller sofa to the left of them and sat down. “Rhaegar Targaryen? Jon is Daenerys' nephew. Rhaegar is her older brother and King Robbert killed him, remember?”