by M. P. Lodi
Damn that excited her so much that she almost forgot to breathe. He turned around and walked into the bathroom. Emily stared at his perfect ass and body. She was more than wet now, and the expectation of a fantasy being realized by her magnificent looking man had her almost in her zone. She realized three fingers on her right hand were already moving back and forth, stroking her pussy. Damn she was primed and ready. She kept pleasing herself as she counted up to ten silently, waiting for him to come out.
Fuck...she wanted Noah to take her and do anything he wanted. She wanted to fight against his powerful arms as he punished her ass and took his own pleasure from her. That was her fantasy never realized. Jen had told her of all of the games she played with Jackson, but Noah wasn't the romantic type like Jen's man. Although the two lived together for over four months, Emily couldn't quite forget what Noah had once said to her. She had hinted at getting engaged and he said “Honey, you're not even in the wallpaper of my cell yet.” What an ass he could be.
Em focused on what was about to happen. The kind of raw sex she knew Noah was about to use her for. Dragon...what the fuck was that? She had no intention on using a safe-word, no matter what he did to her. She trusted him completely. He was a brute, opinionated and outspoken, but damn straight gorgeous and all hers. She loved him for it. He walked out of the bathroom naked and hard. God. She almost came right there as her fingers stroked her pussy and clit.
Without saying a word, he walked to the bed. Em still rubbed herself as he watched for a few seconds, turning him on even more. His cock bobbed in the air.
“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself? What the fuck is that? I own you, you got that? Now you're in trouble. Only I can touch you down there from here on. You understand me?” She didn't answer, but stopped rubbing herself.
He came onto the bed and sat down next to Em, with his legs prone out. He used his left hand to grab the back of her neck, scaring her at first at the speed he grabbed her. He pulled her over his legs and held the back of her neck in a tight grip, it almost hurt. Em slapped him but her hand, it landed on his chest. What a chest.
He scooted down and moved them both to the end of the bed and sat on the edge, pulling her off of the bed and making her feet go to the floor. He positioned her over his legs, and kept his one hand on her neck. With his right hand, he pushed the small of her back down, pushing her down to her knees and stuck on his lap. He let her neck go and used his left arm to bring her left arm behind her back, then used his right to grab her other arm behind her. With only his left hand, he held both arms together behind her above her ass. Em looked over her left shoulder at Noah as she tried to free her arms.
“You better not spank me, I'm not playing with you... you prick.” Whap - His right hand came down on her right ass cheek. “Fuck!” that was way too hard. She had told him days earlier that he needed to start lightly and build up, but the prick obviously forgot or didn't care. Slap. Again, he spanked her hard. “That's fucking too hard you asshole.”
“Asshole? You need to learn who the boss is bitch.” He responded before giving her a further three slaps on her ass. It was too hard for her. Noah knew he was powerful, and she knew it as well. But she wasn't ready for it. Her ass was already on fire. “Ouch, ouch... Please, Noah please I'll be good.”
It hurt too much at first because she wasn't used to it. She had one boyfriend in the past who played such games with her, but he was really into spankings and had it all down. You can't just spank someone as Noah now did to her. Her pussy was already soaked though, she rubbed herself on his leg as Noah's hand hit her ass. She struggled against his left arm that was holding her hands together tightly, and her pussy rubbed against the warm skin of his leg as he spanked her, sending shivers through her body.
He spanked her again, in sets of three or four on each ass cheek. The blows were either easier this next set or her ass acclimated to the pain. With each slap she kept rubbing against his legs and did her best to break free of his left arm. His vice-like grip on both of her arms with his one was far too powerful. Spank, Whap, in sets of three or four over and over. He was really spanking her. She struggled to move off of his thighs, but his grip on her arms held her down easily. He could probably hold two women down with that one arm.
“Breathe, Em. It doesn't hurt that much now. Breathe.” She was too horny to stop him. She thought to herself as her clit throbbed from rubbing against his leg. Her legs flailed uselessly at times without her thinking about them doing so. Whap, Whap, Whap, his hand had her right ass cheek on fire.
“Please...Noah...I'm sorry. I'll be good I promise. Please stop spanking me.” As she said that, for a split second she all but forgot about the pain on her ass cheek. The last rub of her clitoris and pussy did it for her. Pleasure had a way of taking any pain away.
“That's a good girl, I knew you could handle a little pain.” He continued to spank her.
Tears filled her eyes, her ass burned and both ass cheeks hurt as she rubbed herself against his leg. Every spank sent more bolts of electricity through her. She was almost incapable of thinking as another set of spanks landed. Tears swelled in her eyes and fell to the floor. It was almost too much for her except she kept rubbing against him. Each rub easily erased the pain of the spank, it even enhanced and changed the pain into pleasure. Not that the pain was overwhelming, the combination of her not being able to move and handled as easily by this powerful man, with the rubbing of her pussy on his leg as he spanked had started to shoot waves of tingling electrical bolts through her body.
Spank, spank, spank. She begged “Please, Please... I'm sorry. It won’t happen again.” Her tears dripped to the hardwood floor below. She knew she couldn't take much more. Even though the diversion of her rubbing herself against his thighs diminished the pain, and really added to the pleasure if he spanked at just that right moment when her clit would see some friction from the force of the spank, she was past the point of horny and needed him to fuck her. She was either going to cum by her rubbing against him with his spanks or she would have to say Dragon soon just to get him to use his cock.
She fought against the urge to use the safe-word as her tears fell to the floor.
“You look fantastic as my bitch right now. You know that?” His voice sent shivers through her. This time she rubbed against his legs without thinking. She tried to focus on the pleasure. She tried to get her hands free from his, but his left hand held firm. She could barely move. On her knees the way he held her made her feet useless.
“I have a secret for you, I'm going to fuck you until you're raw, then make you beg me to stop.” His voice sounded so deep and husky that it reminded her of talking to him on his cell months earlier when she masturbated herself to an orgasm. He had that kind of voice.
“But first...”
Spank. She could feel his hard-on on her stomach. This might turn into a contest as to who could hold out the longest before they had to fuck. She didn't think she could win as he kept spanking over and over on each cheek. Her ass had to be bright red by this point, still rubbing herself against his thigh. She was completely ready for intercourse and realized she wouldn't be able to have an orgasm in this position. She loved him dominating her, but she realized there just wasn't enough to get her to get to that point.
She held her breath as his hand went between her legs, giving attention to her soaked mound. With his fingers he massaged her on the outside, and she strained to free her hands yet again. He was gloriously too strong for her. His attention to her pussy made the pain more bearable. It almost felt like it went away as his fingers stroked her in her favorite way.
He spanked her again, then he went back to her warm soft pussy and massaged back and forth, moving what felt like two fingers inside her. She needed him in her now. She wasn't going to be able to wait for long. Her tears subsided as she tried again to break away. She used her legs to try to stand up, but nothing worked. She couldn't break out of his hold. She could smell his scent, that cologne she l
oved on him.
“Please...Fuck me. Please. I'm sorry for touching myself. Please, Noah fucking... fuck me now.” She ordered.
“Oh really, is that how you talk to your master, by ordering me?” Whap, whap, whap. God it was too much for her. Her ass couldn't take any more and she started to moan. Luckily his hard-on couldn't wait any further either. She felt him under her stomach like she were laying on a thick piece of warm steel. He let her arms go. She turned to look at him, with tear filled eyes. “Please...Fuck me.”
He stood up, pushing her off of his lap, she was on her knees before him. He then picked her up from the floor like a doll. Right into the air she went, and onto the bed face down. He was right on top of her, and pulled her over away from the side of the bed by her waist. She tried to turn around to face him, but he instead pushed her back down to the bed with his left hand quite easily, and then with one hand on her neck, and the other on her right hip, he moved her over to the left. Then, he grabbed a pillow and put it under her pussy and pushed her back over onto it, making her ass stick up higher into the air. Noah let go of her neck and took hold of her hips and thrust in.
It hurt like hell at first. She was completely wet, but her insides weren't ready for his size. It took three thrusts before his cock felt like it fit divinely inside her. He then pounded in and out, his powerful hands had such a grip on her waist and hips. A powerful man fucking from behind was an overwhelming sensation for her. Her ass still hurt, but the pleasure of his thrusts made the pain go away more and more.
He kept thrusting in and out as her sweet juices dripped to the pillow. He took one hand off of her hip, and leaned in taking a grip in her hair and pulled her head back in between a thrust.
“How does this feel bitch?” She didn't answer, but wanted to tell him to keep going. He let her hair go and then with both hands on her hips, thrust in and out powerfully, hitting the end of her pussy. Any harder and it felt like he could break her. Over and over he pounded in.
He stopped for a second to say “You know to behave now, right bitch?” She lost track of the time and her ass started to sting from a mixture of pain from the earlier spanks, and his own crotch slamming into her with force. He kept thrusting in and out and then reached down and under her with his right hand and fingered her clit as he pumped into her hard. That was it for Em, it took her over the top. Her body started tingling everywhere and waves of pleasure seemed to shoot to her fingers and toes. “Oh God...” She moaned out, her hands gripped the bed sheets, as Noah's thrusts sent shivers through her. His fingers on her clit made her body tighten up, every muscle seemed to clench and then... it was like a tidal wave of pleasure, a cup overfilling with water with wave after wave of pulsating tingles all over her body.
Every cell exploded in pleasure and she moaned out “Ahhhhh.” Before drooling onto the bed while Noah kept at it. He then thrust in a few more times, and grunted with each thrust, like an animal tearing apart the flesh of its prey. Then just like that - he stopped. Em's body quivered and she labored hard to control her breathing again. Noah fell on her and lay on top of her, breathing close to the back of her neck. He was breathing hard too, like he had just finished a marathon. His dick still inside her.
Em felt some tingles in her thighs, while her ass still hurt slightly, but she was calm and content laying under him. All was well in the universe. They lay there on the bed for what seemed like minutes. She almost enjoyed their little spanking experiment, but was sure that she would not want to play again. Being taken from behind was a favorite of both of them. Getting spanked by Noah wasn't nearly as much fun as she had thought it would be. He needed to be trained in how to spank if she would ever want to try again. The problem though is he always had to do things his way.
After about five more minutes of laying together, she said “Shit...we have to get to Jen and Jackson's for dinner.” Noah answered with a loud snoring sound. He could shake a house with that snore. She slapped him on the hand that was near her left breast to wake him up.
“What the fuck? I was so comfortable.”
Jackson
Jen woke up and took a deep whiff of the delicious smell of food coming from the kitchen downstairs. “It does smell heavenly, doesn't it?” She and Jackson were laying side by side, naked on their bed. Jen took a brief nap after some wild sexual play, on and off almost all day. Jackson had opened the bedroom door to let in the smell of the food, then closed and locked it to return to Jen in bed. The chef was downstairs creating a masterpiece for them and their friends.
Jackson turned on his side and looked at the marks on Jen's wrists from the rope he used to tie her to the bed. They were too easily seen. He took a hold of her left wrist and rubbed where the marks were. He had wanted Jen to play with these leather cuffs from a company called Humane Restraints. They were comfortable and wouldn't hurt her. The restraints were the same orange leather variety used in mental institutions. He had bought lots of toys for them to play with, but nothing was as easy and quick to use as rope as far as Jen was concerned. She preferred the way rope looked on her wrists, as it went along with her own fantasies.
Jen took another whiff of the aroma of food in the room. Jackson tilted his head and made that funny face with his lips that he liked to do. “You were the one that didn't want me to hire a chef.”
She closed her eyes and smirked. “I know what I said, and I really can't see paying someone to cook for us. I understand you grew up like that, but I can cook. Maybe not as well as a chef from Italy, or that one last week from Paris, but I can whip up some good meals.”
Jackson kept rubbing her wrist, then took the other one in his hands to do the same. “Well, tonight's a special occasion. It's Noah and Emily's first meal in this house with us. I'm going to miss that rental. So many good times we had there. As for the chef, and other staff, I like how we can have all of our time free while the chef slaves away in the kitchen doing what he does best. Same for the gardener and security and the maids. I know you can clean, too, but this is a big house. Better to let others do the work that we don't want or have to. We have the money, so why not enjoy some free time for us to have more fun in private?” He looked at her and gave his mischievous smile. “And you can do what you do best here with me.”
Jen looked insulted, her mouth was open and she gave him a surprised look. “What do you mean 'what I do best'?”
Jackson moved on top of her and looked down into her surprised face. “I simply meant loving me. It wasn't a sexual comment, although your talents with me are obvious. We're in such a good sync with each other. I can't get over how well we fit together. Stop looking for ways to be insulted. Your low self-esteem really needs to take a break. I love you, I always will so cut it already.” He kissed her on the side of her mouth and made a kissing sound like seven times in a row. He liked to do that, and it usually made Jen smile. It had the desired effect.
She looked at her wrists. “These marks mean I have to wear long sleeves again. I'm glad it’s getting colder outside. Our sex marks were a hassle to hide in the summer. You remember when I went into that 7-11 and had the same rope marks?”
Jackson laughed “Yeah, the guy looked like he wanted to call the cops. Like I kidnapped you or something.” He kissed her on her cheek. “People who aren't into kink can look at you like you have two heads. Especially now that we're in Texas. It is part of the Bible Belt. Bondage is a dirty word down here, even when consensual.”
He nuzzled his face in her hair and said, “You'd think being in Texas they'd love playing, like cowboys and Indians.”
“Nibble on my neck...please,” she cooed.
Jackson nibbled where she loved the sensation, right under her left ear. She loved both sides of her neck to be bitten, but her left side was more sensitive for some reason to his nibbles and bites. She said “When I was a kid, I always managed to be the Indian that got tied up by other kids.”
He rolled her skin on her neck in between his teeth, then kissed her neck and said, “Now
you have me to be the cowboy for you. I'll be sure to get a whole outfit for a fantasy, complete with hat, holster...”
“Stop...you're turning me on again.”
“Oh, the agony. And this is a problem?”
He lay down over her body, and put his arms on either side of her head. He kissed her on her forehead, then her nose, and then her lips. “Noah and Emily are running real late. Did Em text you yet?” he asked.
Jen reached for her phone, which was on the pillow next to her head. “She did, and said they would be even later, which suits us just fine. Em said 'I have to feel Noah's biceps again before we leave.' You know what that means.”
That was Em's code for having sex, Jen had told Jackson. On the first day Emily and Noah met, Emily had asked Noah if she could feel his muscle, and he made one by flexing his bicep for her. She laughed at him, flirted, and ended up in bed with Noah that night. Ever since that time, whenever she said she wanted to feel his biceps, she meant sex.
Jen looked at her cell. “They haven't even left yet. We have time to have some more fun again. Jackson rubbed his cock against her. He knew she could feel him hard again. When he was this hard, he would sometimes stick his cock right in her.
She said, “It's almost Christmas, another holiday is going to come and go. You notice that time is speeding up somehow? For me, ever since I left college, it's like the weeks are just flying by.”
He nodded.
She put her right hand to his chin and then moved it to the side of his head, in his hair. She ran her hand through his hair. “For Christmas, you know what I want?” He kissed her on her lips.
“I know you don't want any material things, although you know I'll be lavishing them on you,” he replied.
“Well...I want you to get a big red bow, and have yourself as my present. You can surprise me on our bed with just the bow on. That way we can have another Pulsating Holiday, as we called it, like we did last month for Halloween.”