Victory filled her smile as he rocked into her touch and arched into her hand. The taste of power was on her tongue and knowing Annabel, she wouldn't give it up easily. He would take it from her, of course, but the challenge was how to do that without crushing her spirit, betraying her trust, and driving her back into her shell.
Hell of a task, but he was the Marine to do it. Oooh-rah!
Zach slid his palm up the skin of her knee and thigh, then higher. The silken folds of a hairless pussy met his hand. No panties--again! It took only a heartbeat to feel the humid sweetness of her arousal coating the labia. When full comprehension arrived, hunger slammed into his chest and stole his breath. He nearly swallowed his tongue. Her spicy-sweet scent of desire and perfume scent rocked him.
"Fuck, girl," he forced from between clenched teeth.
She gave a sultry laugh and climbed off his lap. She hummed and swayed a seductive dance as she edged her skirt off her hips and let it fall to the floor. The bustier followed, leaving her garbed in nothing but crotch-less panties, gold loops on her ears and one upper arm, and a combination of garters and thigh-high fishnet stockings.
He heard himself make a guttural sound, something between a protest and a rebuke.
She repeated her laugh.
Fuck, the zipper was killing him. He tugged at his pants, trying to ease the constriction, and found an extra inch of space. He had no time to feel relief, though. The blood rushed from his head to his groin, his cock lengthening to take up that extra inch. His balls felt like hot coals.
That goddamned zipper!
He yanked open his pants and breathed a sigh of relief when his fuckmeat thrust up unencumbered. Her gaze dropped to his cock. She licked her lips and gave a low, hungry moan. He tugged off his T-shirt.
"Turn around and sit," he said.
"Oh, is that the way it is?" She repeated her sultry laugh and spun.
The midnight river of her hair swirled like a witch's cape. It settled around her shoulders, contrasting with her pale skin, complementing the inky dark bits of satin and silk that ran the length of her long, long legs. The landscape of her delicious ass gleamed in the kiss of lamplight. The kaleidoscope of colors from the TV screen gilded her chest, arms, and shoulders. The gold band on her bicep bore a serpent's head, the crystal eye giving an impudent wink.
She bent forward and offered the rosette of her ass, obviously thinking that was his target. He growled at the sight, the taboo gateway peeping from between her ass cheeks like a tiny, shy flower bud. His hunger was a ravening beast. He slapped one sweet peach ass cheek, pinking it.
She shivered and whimpered.
"Sit," he repeated.
She twisted, looking confused, and reached for his dick. Did she think to guide it into her body? He pushed her hand away, grabbed her hips, and yanked her down between his thighs.
The feel of that gorgeous ass against his cock spun his head. His dick felt as hot as a rifle barrel after a firefight. A violent desire to fuck slashed into him like the cut of an enemy's knife through his flesh. Hold it together, devil dog.
Her sultry laugh stopped when his knees closed, pushing her legs together and holding them there.
She gasped and went still. "What...um..."
She didn't sound so victorious now, he noted to himself. He slipped a hand between her legs, searched for and found her clit. He moved his fingers in slow circles. He dipped them into her cleft, found and spread the honey of her arousal across the plumping lips of her pussy, then resumed working her clit. In moments, she was sighing and purring, pushing her legs against his as she tried to spread them for a deeper touch.
"Zach," she moaned.
"I know."
When confident he'd spread her body's lube sufficiently, he pulled his hand from her, picked up his T-Shirt, and before she could do more than squeak a protest, he knotted the soft cotton around her knees.
"What are you--"
"I accept your challenge," he repeated.
* * * *
Zach worked his cock between her thighs, slowly piercing the arousal-lubed skin with a long, relentless penetration. The unusual sensation of his hard shaft against the bare and engorged flesh of her pussy sent her senses reeling.
He adjusted himself, adjusted them both in fact, and his fuckmeat contacted her clit. Her world became white light and bliss.
The bondage of her legs kept him tight against her cleft, each stroke bringing a whimper, a whine, or sob of delight. She tossed her head back and groaned, pressing into his possession. "Ohh... ahh, yes..."
"Hot and wet," Zach growled. "You're a hungry bitch, aren't you?"
His voice dazzled; it entranced. His fingers were sure to leave bruises on her hips, but she'd worry about that later.
"Hungry for this dick, aren't you?"
She couldn't find words. She squirmed, pushing herself toward his cocktip with each push and retreat. Into me, please. Fuck me. Hungry, hungry, hungry...yes, oh, yes...
He jerked, interrupting the rhythm.
She wailed and grabbed at his legs. He cursed and pulled her hands away.
"Answer me," he rasped. "Want this?"
"Please..."
He chuckled. His hot cock shuttled back and forth across her pussy lips and danced small circles around her hardened and impatient clitoris. Then stopped.
"Zach!"
He held her hard against him, keeping her hips still and denying them both the pleasure that filled their bodies with a tempo that burned.
He nipped her earlobe. "What would you do for this cock?"
She reached up and back and caressed his head. "Anything, please...anything."
"Pinch your fucking nipples."
She obeyed and transferred her hands to her chest. Her nipples were tight, hard, and so sensitive she gasped. She pinched and rolled them, going so far as to lick her fingers and moisten the nubs to enhance the feeling. He resumed his sensual onslaught on her pussy.
He licked the skin of her neck, then ran his teeth along the long vein there. "You're even hotter now. You've gotten creamier, baby. You like that...I can tell." He sounded like he was purring.
No chance to deny it. No desire to. Their panted moans filled the room, as did the sounds of flesh against flesh in the timeless tempo of sex. She fit a finger between her legs to work his cocktip against her clit. Lightning-like sizzles sparked along her nerves and caused her muscles to tighten and her breath to stutter in her chest. She felt herself become even wetter around him.
"Come for me," he said.
Oh, God, she did...with a high, extended wail ripped from her throat as the climax roared through her. Her hips rocked with tiny jerks that coaxed every bit of wonder and delight possible from the feel of his body against hers. White dots of light flickered in her vision like a July 4th sparkler and turned the stilled movie on the TV into a smear of abstract colors. After a moment, she found her breath.
"Good girl," he said and set her away from him.
His rigid cock rose from the nest of dark groin hair, rampant, fierce and dominant, and flushed a heart-stopping vermilion. He said nothing to her as he reset his clothing. The growl of a zipper made her blink.
That was it? He wasn't going to--
"My dick; my choice."
He pushed the play button on the remote. The movie resumed.
Chapter 12
How did she always manage to get caught up in these type of situations? Maybe it was her mouth. Annabel pondered that as she twisted and struggled against the handcuffs chaining her to the bed. Maybe she'd learn how to filter her thoughts and better manage what she said so she didn't end up like this
Right. She'd get right on that. Later.
"Damn it, Zach, stop doing that!" she snarled. "I can't take any more. I need to come. Fuck."
Zach gave a snort of half-amused annoyance and mocked, "Like your whining matters to me."
He dialed up the vibration intensity of the love egg he'd inserted into her rectum. The sudden tide
of sensation onto already stimulated nerves crashed into her like a tidal wave. She screeched and twisted, her body shuddering beneath the onslaught of delight, her mind wrenched away from herself. The orgasm he'd yanked away from her more than once tonight reappeared on the horizon.
"Yes, yes...please...oh, God... Don't stop. Don't stop!"
She'd poked at Zach's control throughout this evening, determined to conquer that bastion of calm. Twice he'd held the upper ground in their dominance games--she, helpless beneath the maelstrom of his sex play, powerless to resist her orgasm; he, calmly riding the storm, stoic in his conquest.
No more. Tonight would be different. She'd promised herself that. And she'd worked hard to frustrate him sexually and drive him from his composure. She'd succeeded to some extent. He'd finally given a snarl, one that raised the hair along her arms, and hauled her into his arms.
He'd heaved her over one shoulder, stormed down the hallway, and dumped her onto the bed. Her triumphant laughter had ended on a startled yelp when he'd yanked a pair of handcuffs from the wardrobe.
She'd scrambled for freedom.
He'd been too fast.
She'd ended up cuffed facedown on the bed with an anal toy up her ass. But that fucker hadn't let her climax. He'd pulled her back four times now by coldly dialing down the vibrating intensity when she'd gotten close. She'd howled. He'd laughed.
And he'd did it again!
"No, don't," she screamed. "God, please! Please!"
* * * *
Zach smiled.
Quite the anal whore, he concluded, which was a good thing because he liked riding that dark road. As he watched, Annabel writhed and twisted, powerless in the grip of the vibrating toy and the cuffs. The sliver glint of the egg pushed into her ass winked at him.
That got him hot as hell.
One day that will be me tunneling into her depths, he promised himself as she begged, pleaded, and humped the bed, hungry for the promised anal orgasm. His ongoing refusal brought her to tears.
That only made him harder.
Wet heat from her pussy glazed the insides of her thighs. He watched a pearl trace a silvery trail down one leg. Her back arched; her ass muscles rippled; her voice rose in a wail. He knew that sound. Orgasm loomed.
He slapped her ass, interrupting the orgasmic wave with a splintering shock of counter-productive stimulation. He did so for no other reason than to be an ass. She howled and filled the air with insults that would make a soldier blush--those pussies.
It only jacked up his pulse and made the hunger in his guts go molten. A Marine knew what to do with a girl like this. Ooh-rah! He reached up and over and gave her hair a firm yank, not enough to torment, but enough to get her attention. "Watch your mouth, woman."
"Fuck me!"
"Not tonight."
"Ah, God, you bastard!"
He growled and pinned her in place with a hard hand on her neck. She struggled against his hold and whined, a sound of impatient demand.
"Mind your manners, girl. Last warning."
She capitulated with a shiver. All venom bled from her voice. "Please, let me come," she begged. "Please, please, please, please..."
"Good girl."
Only one more word to say and he would fuck the hell out of her: Master. It wouldn't be an easy victory. Annabel wasn't a compliant slave, especially now that her trust had been fractured. Almost slave, he corrected himself.
What the fuck had gone wrong between her and Jeremy? Shit, all she needed, like many slaves, was a firm hand, consistent rules, achievable goals, and boundaries that didn't break when she tested them.
Of course, she tested them. That's what slaves did. They needed to know the walls would hold. Strong boundaries were their comfort, the way to a successful sexual dynamic, and the key allowing them to unlock the chains of misandry and feminism teaching so they could kneel, secure in their unchanging world and confident in their master.
Jeremy should have been able to handle Annabel without doing damage. After all, Jeremy had been Zach's introduction into the lifestyle all those years ago. But something had gone tragically wrong between Jeremy and Annabel. That much was glaringly obvious.
Then he'd come along and made things worse.
He didn't deserve the do-over she'd given him. He deserved to roast in hell. Well, after he beat the hell out of his brother and got some goddamned answers.
Zach stepped away from her, leaving her with only the vibrating seed in her ass as he reached into the wardrobe. She let out a screech that nearly peeled the paint from the walls.
"I'm not going anywhere."
He dropped one hand onto her back, giving tactile assurance to his words, and pulled out a recent purchase. Neon-pink, the vibrator sported an interesting tilt of its front section. The shape was engineered to stimulate her G-spot. He'd also purchased a small bottle of body heat-activated lube. Cinnamon.
Oh, yeah, the pushy little slut would blaze for his entertainment, and in more ways than one.
"The when, where, and how of our sex play is my choice. Not yours."
He returned to his previous position at her rear and tore open the packages. He made sure to lean on her as he did so since he was out of her line of sight. She needed to know where he was. A girl needed to have confidence in her submission. Abandonment offered no confidence.
He clamped a hard hand around the tube of lube. A jet of clear liquid leapt from the tube to the hot pink vibrator. He stroked the sex toy, running one hand across every bit of the latex. The lube heated against his skin. The ridges along the shaft of the model nipped his hand in fascinating ways. The tilt of its front section was a curiosity.
Interesting.
He placed it on the bed where she could see it and leaned over her. He let his weight settle onto her and allowed the strength of him, the primal dominance of a man in control of her body and her mind, seep into her flesh, bone, and soul.
"Did you think you could control me?" he rumbled. "I'm the one in control here, not you. Never you."
* * * *
She nearly came from the whispered threat. The dark promise tipped her universe on its axis. He claimed the dominant status. He would enforce it, fight for it, and lay her bare in submission. She felt this truth in her soul.
And she wasn't afraid.
He removed the vibrator from the bed. A second low hum filled her hearing as the tiny motor activated. The caress of the device's first pass across her pussy lips felt like butterfly wings.
She shivered. A whimper escaped her. The length of it lay against her cleft. She reveled in the glorious waves that battered her foundations. Her hips twitched, muscles making tiny forays against a regular, breathtaking rhythm.
The tool slipped into the cleft, probed between her pussy lips, and eased into her body. He worked it, penetrating and withdrawing, going deeper with each forward thrust. She bore down on the sensations, clenching hard around the toy with a determined effort to pull from it every flicker of pleasure possible.
The strokes of the vibrator against her sensitized nerves lengthened as he delved into her depths. The juicy welcome of her cunt sang in her hearing, a perfect accompaniment to the gasping pants pulled from her throat.
He slid the vibrator out of her, a heart-stopping slide of ecstasy, then teased her clit with the trembling tip.
"Like that?" He rumbled the question.
"God...yes...yes..."
"You'll like it better."
With that promise, the vibrations in her ass increased with ferocious intensity. She cried out, equal parts plea and prayer. He pushed the vibrator sharply inside her. She felt the slap of his wrist against her vulva, heard the wet kiss of as her body welcomed the invasion, and was rocked forward an inch from its force. She spread her legs wider, wider, so wide she felt the pinch in her hips.
He reached one hand around and pushed the palm of his hand low onto her pelvic area. The vibrator found the sweet spot. And stayed, sending waves of a spectacular impression that had n
o name, no frame of reference.
"Now, girl, deny me my dominance. If you can."
Pleasure, long denied, raged down her spine and swept into her pussy with the force of a tornado. Fire blazed across her nerves. Her world shattered into a million multi-colored lights. Somewhere close, a woman screamed.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, yes!"
She recognized the voice as her own, but didn't realize anything else for long, delicious minutes. Zach dropped a pattern of tiny kisses from one hip to the other, while she rode the diminishing tempest of the most intense orgasm she remembered ever having.
When she came off the comet ride of rapture and remembered where she was, Zach switched off the love egg, pulled it from her body, then withdrew the vibrator.
"How're you, gorgeous?" he asked.
Annabel tried to summon the energy to smile, but, frankly, didn't have it. Responsible dominant partner, of course, Zach would check on her. She didn't know what to say. How to describe that soul-changing experience? How to thank him for being the jackass he was, who'd brought her such pleasure?
"Oh my God," she managed.
He chuckled and straightened. This time he did leave her, but she could hear him in the bathroom handling the clean up of the sex toys. In time, he returned and used a warm, soapy washrag across the needful areas of her body.
Clean, pleasured, and content, she did nothing but smile when he released her from the cuffs and turned her over onto her back. He contemplated her without speaking, and she returned the favor.
She couldn't ignore the reality that the steel cage of his control remained locked in place. Other than the storm clouds darkening his gray eyes, he appeared as relaxed and cheerful as the moment she'd come though the door this evening.
Had he felt a moment of lust? Fuck it. If he hadn't, it was his loss.
A smile curved one side of his mouth. Was he laughing at her? If she had the energy, she'd throw a pillow at him.
He broke the silence between them. "Let's talk about the dinner you brought tonight. You're broke. How did you pay for it?"
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