by Kara Hart
His hands move around my breasts. Circular and fluid are his movements, careful and precise. I feel my shirt slide over my shoulders and above my head. A breath of air floods my lungs as he lightly pinches on my nipples. Still kissing me, my spine begins to tingle. All of the fear I’ve been consumed by turns into absolute, maddening pleasure and excitement.
Quickly, he moves one hand down my chest, trailing an index finger across my abdomen, passing my belly button. I shiver as it tickles me slightly, yet when he pulls his fingers away, I beg for more. “Don’t stop,” I tell him. “I need this more than you know.”
His fingers reconnect with my skin, now risen with goose bumps. I bite his lip playfully and he pulls back, only to move forward again. I feel his cock, hard and direct, against my thigh. His fingers move toward my small tuft of hair, pushing towards my lips. He finds what he’s looking for, letting out a manly growl of satisfaction. I can feel him growing, yearning for another chance to get inside me.
Absolute perfection. That’s how he makes me feel. Queen. That’s my title now, and he’s my king.
His whole palm comes curved around my wetness. He spreads it all around me, opening up with two fingers. He spreads me apart and closes me, squeezing lightly. But when I open my eyes, I notice that he’s completely ready for me. His cock is as hard as a piece of plywood. No, it’s harder than metal itself.
But he teases himself, just to keep the tension building. He eases himself off the bed, sliding backwards. His mouth moves down my body, kissing each tender spot, until finally, he wraps those lips around my pussy. His tongue immediately tastes me, pushing in deep. He groans once more as his tongue slides up and down, left to right. He consumes all of me, just as the fear did earlier.
If I don’t see him again, I don’t know what I’ll do. Without this, I am nothing. “Do you trust me?” he asks, as kissing the underside of my thigh. He bites sensually and smiles.
“I trust you with all my heart,” I tell him.
With that being said, he fucking pounces on me, pinning my arms down to the mattress with his hands. “Never trust a man who works with his hands,” he says.
“What’re you going to do to me?” I whisper.
“Anything I fucking please.”
He lowers his head and kisses my neck. All the blood in my body rushes to my core. “Yes,” I whisper. “God yes.” From my peripheral, I can see his hips push back. He’s a beast and he’s totally out of control. I’m just a subject to his every whim and I fucking love it.
His hips rise into the air. He doesn’t even have to use his hands. He thrusts forward and I feel him enter me. He’s perfectly thick and his cock is already pulsing. He keeps pushing forward, slowly, and he watches as every inch of him disappears past my lips. They wrap solidly around his member and for a second, I wish I knew what it was like to be him right now. His head tilts back and he tries not to moan too loud, but I feel that good to him.
I cover his mouth and he bites my palm. I don’t pull back. I let his teeth sink in and let go. He kisses where he bites, puts some goodness into the hurt, both reminders of what this life is. He sinks into me, covered by me. In so many ways, I’m his protector too. I shield him, tend to his emotional and physical needs, and let him conquer what he wishes. As he buries himself further, he knows he’s planting a seed forever. Or at least, that’s what his brain is telling him to do.
Divide, divide, divide. And when all is said and done, let it be known that he was here.
I press my hand against his solid chest. His body is incredible. It’s natural, yet strong. He tries pushing forward, but my hand pushes back. He smiles, playfully and I do the same. “Not so fast,” I say.
“What’s the matter?” he whispers. “Can’t take it?”
“Oh, I can take it. I can take every single inch,” I whisper. He kisses me. Still, I push him back, keeping the tension rising. “But I don’t want you like this.”
“How do you want me then?” he asks, getting more excited.
“Like this,” I gesture. I reach down on the ground and grab two articles of clothing. I place them in his hands and turn around, arching my back out. He runs his hands down my spine, to my ass and groans wildly. I put my hands in the center-opening of the bedpost. He immediately knows what to do.
He begins tying my wrists to the wood, slowly making a tight knot. “Tighter,” I keep telling him. “I don’t want to be able to escape. I want to be all yours.”
“My prisoner,” he says.
He tightens the knot as tight as it can go. I push my lower body onto my knees and hold myself steady. My ass is raised into the air, ready for him. First, he dives in, head first. His tongue comes across every hole. He tastes me like I’m a foreign delicacy, freshly imported and completely expensive. When I’m wetter than before, I feel one hand curl around my neck. The other takes my hair and pulls back.
“There we go,” he whispers. “Good girl.”
Right now, I’m his little slut. When we’re together like this, I’m willing to do anything. He lets go of my throat to spank my ass with his open palm. “Ugh,” I moan, wincing slightly. “Again.”
He spanks me again. I can feel the skin prickle. He does it once more. Again and again, he comes crashing down against my thick flesh. It is only until I’m shattered, shaking on the bed, does he stop to rub my skin flat. “Did I hurt you?” he asks.
Yes. He hurts me so good, which is why I stay. This is the only type of pain I want to feel. It’s that boiling point of emotions that swell up inside of you that makes you absolutely need a big, fat cock. It’s the only thing that can add to this.
I nod my head to answer his question, still shivering on the bed. He places his arm under me, pushing my back onto my knees. He positions my body how he wants it. I try not to buckle and fall back onto the mattress. It’s hard, but I use every ounce of strength and energy.
Then I feel him. I feel the head of his cock push against my lips. They part and devour him. He thrusts hard and unswerving. His hands fall across my hips. He squeezes the extra skin and gets a new burst of energy. He starts fucking me with explosive power.
“Yes!” I moan. He squeezes harder and pushes in deeper, with each new thrust. I can feel something happening inside me. I’m going to cum. “I’m—” Just when I’m about to tell him the new revelation, he covers my mouth until I’m forced to breathe from my nose.
“Oh God,” I want to say, but I can’t speak a syllable. My eyes start to turn in my head, pushing up. My body begins shaking. I grow weak and then strong, in that order, over and over again. My toes press into the mattress as I try to grab ahold of something, anything, that can keep me grounded. It’s no use. I’m done for. I’m—
Yes, I’m cumming! I’m pushing deep into the air, into space, into that unknown, yet valuable void. It’s filled with pleasure. It’s mysterious. It’s quick, yet long lasting. It’s a total contradiction and I fall head first into it. He lets go so I can breathe freely again. I collapse onto the bed, twitching wildly. I’m so warm, wet, and I feel so fucking wrong. I live for moments like this. If Michael was my captor, I’d do anything in the world to please him, including staying silent and cute in my prison cell.
“Holy shit,” I moan, still suffering from my internal earthquake. Tears are almost pushing past my eyes. I take another deep breath and try to calm myself, but he’s still fucking me and it’s almost impossible to try and do anything except submit to him.
I’m flat on the bed, but my hands are raised in the air, connected to the bed. The knots are tight and they strangle my wrists. He’s on top of my smooth, juicy ass, just pounding away with all his might. “Give it to me,” I tell him. “Give it to me good, baby.”
“You want me to cum, don’t you?” he asks me. I nod my head eagerly.
“Cum inside me,” I whisper.
He pumps and whispers, “Yeah?” But there doesn’t need to be any response. He has already made up his mind on that subject.
Grabbing my
hips harder than ever, he forces me back onto him. I push back as he stays still. I gyrate my hips and I feel him begin to shake this time. “Oh,” he whispers, as if he just came to the realization that something big has been building inside of him. “Fuck.”
“You going to cum for me?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he moans, as if he is captivated by the feeling of a strong opiate or other mind-altering substance.
We both push in opposite directions, crashing together like the waves in a turbulent sea. My pussy against his cock, his cock pulsing right through me. None of this can go on forever, but we hope and we pray. Until…
“Oh fuck,” he moans. “Oh...”
He latches onto me, falling forward. His hips are still thrusting forward, pumping all of his cum into me. I feel him shoot his warm load against my inner walls, filling me up. And when he keeps fucking me, it slowly gets pushed further and further into me.
“I want to get you pregnant,” he whispers.
He’s still cumming. Still. And hearing those words, I can’t help but feel a new wind of desire flood through me. I push my ass back onto him and hold him there. “Get me pregnant,” I say.
He groans and bites the back of my neck. After some seconds, he pulls out of me. He jumps out of bed and stands above me. “Wow,” he says.
“Aren’t you going to untie me?” I ask him.
“Hell no.”
Michael
I wake up with a big fucking smile on my face, and a hard on that could last for ages. All of that soon disappears when I realize what today means. It means past passions, debilitating fears, and close encounters with the worst kind. It means I might have to kick some ass.
Well, I’ve got Hanson on my side, I guess. Last night, after she fell asleep, I snuck out of bed to give him a call. He was reluctant, but he’s on board. However, there was one condition: he gets to hold stock in the company. In all honesty, it was one of the easier choices to make. I took the deal, all without talking to Susan about it. I’ll confront that later…
I roll out of bed, but it’s early, so I don’t wake up Emily. She deserves an hour more of good dreams. I take one look at her and I see that she’s smiling, eyes closed. I can’t ruin that. Not yet.
I walk out of the room and find Lisa in the kitchen. She has made herself some cereal and she’s intently eating at the table. “Hey, Dad,” she says, while scrolling through the news on her tablet. At least she’s reading the news, I guess.
“What’s up, girl?” I smile.
She shrugs. “School.”
I grab an apple and peel the skin away. I cut it up into smaller pieces and put it in a bowl. I place it in front of her on the table. “Eat this,” I tell her.
“I’m already eating something,” she says, annoyed.
“This is actually good for you. Now eat,” I tell her. She takes a few bites.
“Morning, everyone,” I hear Emily’s voice say.
“Hey!” I smile. “You’re not supposed to be up so early. Go back to bed.”
“It’s alright. I feel okay. Besides, I couldn’t go back to sleep now that I’m awake.” She rubs her eyes and stands behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders. She squeezes and I groan.
“You guys are still really gross,” Lisa reminds us.
“That’s good, honey. At this point in your life, I know I’m the grossest person you’ve ever seen, but trust me, it gets much worse,” I tell her.
“Ugh,” she snarls.
I check my phone and sigh. “You’re going to be late for the bus,” I tell her. “Hurry up, pup.”
“I’m done.” She smiles and grabs her backpack.
“I love you, baby girl,” I say. I kiss her cheek and the top of her head, as she slightly pushes away.
“Okay Dad. Love you too.” She breaks free from my grip and heads toward the front door. “Bye, Emily. See you after school.”
“Bye, honey!” Emily smiles.
The door closes and silence commences within the household. I turn to her, as she sits down next to me at the kitchen table, slumped into her chair. I say, “It’s going to be okay. You know that, right?”
“I don’t know much,” she shrugs.
The doorbell rings before I can give her any consolation. Hanson peeks his head inside and waves solemnly. “Let’s do this thing,” he says.
I nod. “Yeah, I guess it’s almost time,” I say.
We don’t say much in the next hour. The plan has been laid out for us. All we have to do is meet with the guy, as Hanson keeps a look out for any possible signs of danger. That’s it, really. When we pull into the café parking lot, Hanson is laying in the back of my car, out of plain sight.
“There he is,” Emily whispers.
“Where?” I ask her, looking at every individual sitting on the patio.
“Right there. The only guy here that’s dressed in a suit,” she says. “Oh, fuck. I can’t do this, Michael. I can’t!”
“It’s okay,” I whisper. I hold her close to me and kiss her cheek. I whisper in her ear, “I’ll be right next to you the whole time.”
“Promise nothing bad will happen,” she says. “Please. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
One more kiss before we get out of the car. It’s easy to see that she’s freaking out. I would be too if I was in her position. Instead, I have to take it all in and do what I have to do to protect the woman I love. This is it. This is when things finally start to stabilize.
I hope.
I feel the asphalt underneath my boots crunch slightly. The wind blows against my face. Emily squeezes my hand, vowing to never let go. “Dennis,” I call out.
“Emily.” He smiles. “Order some coffee and breakfast before you sit down.”
“We won’t be eating,” I tell him.
“No?” He laughs. “Fine. So be it.”
“What do you want?” I ask him. All three of us sit down, and all of a sudden, it’s like a scene out of the Godfather or something. I’m meeting with this “suit,” who’s sporting a Rolex watch and gold necklaces probably worth a fortune. Who am I? I’m just a carpenter. I’m just a man with a daughter and a heart full of love for the women in my life. I’ve made my share of bad decisions, but I’ve never done anything remotely as bad as what he’s done to Emily.
“I want us to all be friends,” he says. He takes a sip of his coffee and sighs with pleasure.
“No can do. I need you to stay away from Emily,” I say. “This time, it has to be for good.”
“She doesn’t need you to talk for her,” he says, turning spiteful. “Besides, I came to apologize. That’s it.”
“Stop it, Dennis. This is done. We are done. Can’t you get that in your stupid, thick skull?” Emily’s face has turned completely red. Her pupils have dilated. She’s probably more dangerous than I am right now. What happens next is weird and takes me by total surprise.
Within a fucking instant, the man stands up and clenches his fist. He shakes with rage, like a child would. Only, this man is an adult. I have to admit, it’s frightening to me at first. However, when he flings his coffee from the table, shattering the glass, something has to be done.
Hanson and I both jump at the guy, but he’s much quicker than we expected. From his pocket, he grabs a single blade, probably at least nine inches in length and about as thick as my fucking cock. Only problem is, it’s sharper than all hell and rigid, so it can lacerate. It all happens so quickly.
He swings the knife upward, nearly connecting with my chest. The blade slightly nicks my arm pit as he comes back down and I sigh with slight pain, yet I’m relieved I’m not laying on the floor in a pool of my own blood.
The rage inside of me quickens. My heart pumps pure adrenaline and suddenly, I can see everything more clearly than normal. Dennis swings his arm back, connecting with Hanson’s nose. He drops like a sack of old potatoes. He never stood a chance. At this point, a large crowd has formed around us, but I can’t pay attention to any of that.
I have to stay focused or Lisa might lose a father.
As Dennis attempts to stab my pelvic area, I grab his wrist, right below where the blade connects. I twist as hard as I fucking can and snap the wrist back. The sound echoes in my ear, screaming, “Victory.” I’ve never fought like this before, but anyone who threatens my family can get the worst hell I have to offer.
“My wrist!” he screams and drops to the floor. Hanson grabs the knife and lunges back, holding it in front of him. Sirens wail, coming from just blocks away.
I turn toward Emily, who is standing nearly three feet away, shaking. She closes her eyes and steps forward. “Are you okay?” I ask her. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“Keep him down!” someone in the café yells. “The police are almost here!”
“I’m okay,” she says. “I’m finally okay.”
“Come on. Let’s go inside,” I tell her.
We walk inside as customers begin to cheer. Some ask if we’re okay, but we’re both too shocked to know how to respond. All I know is one thing. I need this woman. Forever. For real.
“Now what?” she asks, still trembling against me.
“Look, there’s something I want us to do,” I tell her.
“Sell the business? Oh God, Michael. Now what? Can’t we just tell the police what happened and go home?” she asks.
“We can do anything that you want. But first, I want to say one thing. I know we haven’t been together for too long. I know that just about every situation we’ve been through has been met with a dark cloud. But I want that to change,” I tell her. I place my hands on her waist and look her directly in her eyes. She searches my pupils for the truth. I’m about to give her that truth with a question.
“I don’t own all the riches in the world. I’m just a carpenter. However, I’m a father too. I haven’t been a husband in a long fucking time, but I’ve tried to do my best for you as your boyfriend,” I say. I can hear the police enter the building, boots catapulting off of the tiled floor. They’re yelling, muffled, inaudible things. Right now, they mean nothing to me. “I don’t have a ring to give you yet, but I do have intent. Emily Carter, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. Lisa loves you. I love you. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”