by Eden Bradley
Oh, yeah.
He had to stand there a moment, looking at her—taking in her sleek skin, the luscious curve of her breasts, the nipples going hard, darkening. The small indentations where he’d bitten her.
“Lord, but you must have the most delicious-looking tits I’ve ever seen. I have to get my mouth on ’em again. I have to fuck you there, between your tits, with all that beautiful flesh wrapped around my cock until I come on your face. Oh, yeah, don’t look so shocked. You knew I was the kind of guy who’d want to come on your lovely face.”
“Jesus, Duff.”
She started to sit up, but he pushed her down onto her back, catching her gaze. There was fire there. He didn’t mind. Not one bit.
“We’re going to have a struggle, are we? You going to fight it out with me? Come on, then, princess. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
She lunged at him and had her nails in his shoulders before he had a chance to do more than laugh. He was both amused and wanting to egg her on.
“You are a goddamn beast!”
“That I am,” he agreed. “Can you take the beast down, Layla? Give it a try.”
She backed off and met his gaze with hers, her eyes flashing dangerously. Then she lunged at him again, and he was shocked when her shoulder slammed into his midsection. He rolled onto his side, grabbing her around the waist and taking her with him onto the floor. He was on his back, holding her on top of him, and her sleek, naked little pussy was hot against his stomach, making his hard cock jump.
Nice.
“How much bigger am I than you, little Layla? Could be you’re getting yourself into trouble here.”
“Big enough to go down hard,” she said before lunging again and sinking her teeth into his left pectoral muscle.
“My, what sharp teeth you have,” he teased as he held her off, pain a small lance in his flesh.
“I’ll show you how sharp,” she muttered before slipping under his hands, somehow, and taking the steel bar piercing his left nipple between her teeth.
“Hey, now—careful.”
She gave it a good, hard tug and murmured around it, “You still want to wrestle me?”
“Sure I do. My left nipple, not so much.”
“Ha!”
He grabbed her at that moment, when she was crowing over her victory, and turned her roughly onto her back under him. Using the weight of his body, he held her down on the wood floor, and the morning sun coming through the jewel-colored curtains lit the blaze in her green eyes, tipped her dark hair in gold and red. Beautiful.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, princess. And I’ll call you ‘princess’ while I do it. And maybe I’ll take your ass, too, while I’m at it, right here on the floor in full daylight. Oh, yeah. And when I let you up we’re going to talk about playing with my violet wand at The Bastille.”
Her lips parted, but no sound came out. He could tell from the way her nipples had gone instantly hard when he’d told her what he was about to do, then harder still at the mention of electrical play, that she was into it all. Oh, yeah, she was the girl for him.
For now.
“Condoms, lovely?” he asked.
“In the sea chest right behind my head. But check the expiration date.”
He grinned. “Handy.” Straddling her chest, he knelt up and lifted the lid of the antique trunk. “Nice collection you have here,” he told her, sifting through the vibrators and floggers, paddles and cuffs.
Cuffs. Oh, yeah.
He pulled out the pair of soft leather cuffs and quickly buckled them around her wrists.
“Hey! Those are not condoms.”
“No, but they’ll certainly keep me safe, my little wildcat. Hands over your head, that’s a good girl.”
She grumbled even as she did as he asked, but he couldn’t make out what she was saying.
“What was that?” he asked. When she clenched her jaw tighter, he took her face in one hand and demanded, “Tell me.”
“I said you’re a fucking gorilla and I can hardly hope to do any damage to you.”
“Eh? I know that well enough. But I did enjoy seeing you try. Loved it.”
“Hmph!”
“Another mark on the ledger, which I also happen to love, lucky for you. Or unlucky.” He smiled as he continued to dig through her toy chest. “Ah, a Hitachi.”
“No, Duff.”
He put a hand to his ear and cocked his head. “What was that? Did you tell me no?”
She pouted, her lovely lips so full he had to lean down and kiss her—had to—a quick kiss followed by a quick bite.
“Oh!”
“Some nice leather straps in here, as well. An idea is formulating.”
He glanced down at her pouting mouth, her tight jaw. But her nipples were still hard as two dark stones. Leaning down, he gave each of them a quick, nibbling kiss and was gratified when she squirmed beneath him. He was maybe even harder than her nipples—hard enough that it was torture to wait—but he couldn’t resist what he was about to do.
Taking the beltlike straps he slipped one under and around her waist, then did the same with another across her pelvis, crossing the ends and lacing them under her buttocks, leaving the open ends lying on the floor at her sides. He shifted until he was kneeling between her thighs, then spread them a little wider with his hands and jammed his knees against her inner thighs to hold them wide. When he reached for the Hitachi and switched it on, her eyes went wide.
“Duff . . .”
He raised his brows, and that was enough to silence her. For the moment. He reached inside the trunk and came up with a long purple silk scarf.
“Goddamn it, Duff!”
“Silence is golden, lovely,” he said before forcing her lips apart and placing a bit of the silk between them, then tying the makeshift gag behind her head.
She was blinking very fast, as if she couldn’t believe he was doing it, which made him smile—and for her sake he let the smile widen into a wicked grin.
“You should enjoy this. I know I will.”
He picked up the heavily buzzing Hitachi and pressed it to her clit. She groaned from behind the silk gag. He did it again, this time holding it there firmly, and her hips began to buck immediately.
“That’s right. I want you to come, princess. Over and over and over, until you can’t take anymore. And then I want you to come again. Again and again. And to ensure that happens—and to leave my hands free for other uses—I’m going to strap this to you with the belts you had in your very handy sea chest.”
He did as he said, crossing the leather belts over her pelvis and buckling them tightly against the big vibrator, adjusting the humming Hitachi wand until he was sure he had it seated just right against her clitoris. Then he sat back to watch the color rise in her cheeks, even on her chest, her succulent breasts beneath the gorgeous caramel skin. In moments she began to shake, then twitch, then scream behind the gag as she came. His dick was twitching, too, the pressure building. Taking it in his hand, he started a light, feathering stroke, then reached down and forced the lips of her sex apart with his fingers. She was soaking wet. He slid his fingers in her soft, damp flesh, then pushed two inside her and went for her G-spot, stroking firmly. And instantly she was coming again, that same growling yell rising from deep in her throat as her inner walls clenched around his plunging fingers.
“Again,” he ordered, thrusting hard into her, his hand going a little numb from the rumbling vibration of the Hitachi.
She came once more, her body shaking, that low growl turning into a scream that left her panting and left his cock ready to explode.
“You’re about to come again for me, princess.”
She shook her head, her green eyes glazed, and he saw her fighting it—the impossible task of resisting another orgasm as well as her submission to him. But he would make her do i
t—make her, and have her like it. He wanted her to give herself over. Wanted to see her yield to him, this strong, powerful woman. Oh, yeah, that made it so much better.
Letting his cock go, he stood and pressed down onto the wand with his foot, applying the slightest bit of pressure. Her eyes went wider as she began to climax once more, this time her entire body jerking, her neck and back arching up off the floor, and it was the hottest thing he’d seen in his life. She came and came—it was a full minute or more before it eased off, leaving her panting. Leaving him so hard, needing her so badly, he couldn’t wait a moment longer.
He bent and tore the gag from her mouth, yanked the belts from her body and tossed the Hitachi aside. He was almost inside her before he had to stop, biting his lip hard.
“Need a damn condom. God-fucking-damn it.”
He fumbled on the floor for the string of condoms he’d pulled from the chest, and it took a few endless moments before he managed to sheathe himself. Then he grabbed her calves, lifted her legs until they were on his shoulders, and plowed into her all at once.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her soaking-wet pussy taking him easily.
Still, she was so beautifully tight he had to hold still a moment, commanding his system to calm. But it was all desperate heat with her, every single moment between them. All he could do was fuck her and hope he managed to last more than a minute.
“Yes, lovely,” he murmured, fighting the surge of pleasure that jolted his body even as he slowly pulled back, his hard flesh sliding out inch by excruciating inch. “This may hurt,” he warned her.
“Make it hurt,” she panted. “I want it to.”
“You may have just said that to the wrong man.”
He arched hard into her, shivering with the pure pleasure of being inside her. He pulled back and did it again, trying to measure out his pace, to hold something back. But it was Layla, and at this point control was impossible.
Not a good thing for a Dom, man.
No. But he was too full of stark, raving need to give that fact more than a passing thought. All he could do was begin a hard, punishing stroke, gliding like stone against silk in and out, faster, faster. All he could do was take in her wide glassy gaze, the fullness of her beautiful mouth as she bit down on her lip, the curve of her slender shoulders. Lord, this woman was full of gorgeous curves: hips, breasts, that incredible ass.
That incredible ass.
He groaned. Forced himself to stop.
“Layla.”
“Hmm? Don’t stop, Duff. Please.”
He bent and ran his teeth along the edge of her jaw, nipping at her earlobe, trying to get his body to calm enough for him to get the words out. But the anticipation was making him feel as if he would burst, his climax already a sharp pulse at the base of his cock.
Finally he was able to mutter, “Time for me to take that sweet ass of yours, princess.”
“I . . . Oh.”
He slid out of her long enough to wrap his hands around her slender waist and bend her over the side of the bed. He uncuffed her hands, massaged her wrists for a moment, then tossed the cuffs onto the bed.
“You have lube in that sea chest, lovely?”
“Yes.”
He leaned over and saw it right away, picked up the bottle and squeezed a little onto one finger. “All right. Breathe in . . . Good.” He pressed his lubed fingertip to that small, tight spot between the beautiful curve of her ass cheeks. “Now exhale, nice and slow.”
Massaging her hole with his finger, he reached around with his other hand and began to massage her clitoris, which was swollen from the working-over she’d had with the Hitachi.
“Oh, yeah. Still so sensitive, yes, princess? But I like you like that. I like it when it hurts to feel good. And I think you do, too, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I like it when it hurts. I love when the pain and the pleasure meld together. When I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.”
He slipped the fingertip in.
“Oh! Oh . . .” She moaned as he began to move just the tip in and out. “God, I love that.”
He went deeper, sliding slowly past the tight ring of muscle, and she relaxed instantly, allowing him through, telling him silently that her body knew exactly what to do.
“Ah, you take it well,” he murmured, pausing to squeeze some more lube onto another finger, then adding it to the first.
She gasped.
“Just breathe. Good.” He slipped his fingers in farther, and her body clenched and unclenched. “Good girl.”
She shivered at the words, which made him smile. The girl might claim to have left her submissive years behind her, but that response said it all. Layla was truly submissive—she had that in her—and her ability to dominate didn’t make it any less real.
He pumped a few more times, watching her body for every minute reaction, but she was taking it well, opening up for him, her breathing slow and rhythmic and done with intent.
Reaching around, he massaged her hard little clitoris again, and her hips started to move, her pelvis pressing forward against his hand, then arching back, taking his fingers deeper into her ass. And the whole time his dick was hard and throbbing in time with the sinuous motion of her hips. He felt in awe of her ability to wantonly enjoy what he was doing to her. In awe of how lovely this girl was—her body, her desire.
“Layla. Beautiful girl. Jesus fuck, but you’re something.” He paused, licking his lips. “Have to be inside your ass now, lovely. Have to do it. You ready for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “I’m ready, Duff. Come on.”
He let out a harsh laugh as he reached for a fresh condom, slipping the old one off and rolling the new one on, then coating it in lube. “Trying to hurry me, are you? I can hurry my way right into your sweet flesh, girl.” He leaned over her, his erection in his hand, the tip at her tight, tempting entrance. “Do you really want me to plow into your ass? Because I can, and I will. But be very certain you don’t want me to be careful with you.”
“Just do it. Please, Duff. I can’t stand to wait.”
He threw back his head and let out a long laugh then—he was so damn delighted with her. “All right, then. Hang on.”
He saw her grip the bedcover in both fists, heard her sigh as he eased the tip into her backside. He felt her body tense; then every muscle went loose and he sank inside.
“Ah, fuck,” he muttered from between teeth clenched in agony as pleasure surged through him, belly and balls, scorching hot, sharp as a blade. “Never felt anything like it,” he ground out. “Never anything so. Damn. Good. Ah . . .”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he really went to work, pounding into her, loving every panting breath she took, the way the front of her body arched up off the bed. The wood floor was biting into his knees, but he didn’t care—couldn’t care. Everything felt too good, pleasure building upon pleasure and knifing into his system until he was certain he would bleed his pleasure onto the floor before this was done.
And she was pressing back against him, taking him in, despite how tight she was inside. Pressing against him and groaning and her breath was a harsh, rasping pant, and so was his own.
“Duff! Oh, God . . . Please. Please just . . . yes!”
She was writhing and twisting under him, and even her back was a beautiful thing, the tattoo running down the long arch of her slender neck dancing as she moved. Sensation built, coiled in his system—his cock and his balls, but his spine, too, and his hips, even his mouth. His thighs grew weak, as if there was too much sensation to be contained in one place. Sliding his hand down between her thighs, he found the nub of her clit and began to massage it once more.
“Oh, yes, please . . . Ah . . . Going to come. Duff . . . can I?”
“Come, lovely, yes. Come for me. Come with
me in your beautiful, tight ass.”
She arched hard into his hand once, twice; then she was groaning, that same hard, rasping sound deep in her throat, and her body spasmed around his swollen flesh inside her. He only pounded into her harder, her orgasm giving him the permission he needed to allow himself to come. And he did, furiously, hard enough to make his bones rattle, to make him yell.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Fucking God, honey!”
Pleasure poured through him, flowed out of his stiff flesh in savage jolts. But he couldn’t stop, his hips moving, his body hammering into her so damn hard—too hard, probably, and she’d be sore as hell, but he couldn’t help himself; he was too far gone.
“Can’t. Fucking. Stop.”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice was a harsh sob, but he understood she meant it.
A few more piercing jabs and his orgasm was finally over, other than the small tremors running through him like electrical arcs. It occurred to him that he’d be feeling those arcs for a while.
“That was amazing,” he murmured, still shivering.
“Mmm.” Her head was turned to the side, her cheek resting on the coverlet. So damn pretty.
Bending over her, he placed a soft kiss on her spine, then another and another. She smelled like sex. Like woman. He bit into her taut flesh, smiling when she did nothing but moan quietly. He did it again, then licked the pink spot he’d left on her skin. She tasted like sex, too. Sex and woman. Like a woman he’d like to do this with every damn day.
“What the fuck?” he muttered out loud before he could stop himself.
“Duff? Is everything okay?”
He could hear the alarm in her voice and felt like a cad.
“What? Yeah, everything is good. Great. Baby wipes in that magic box of yours?”
“Yes.”
Leaning over the side of the sea chest, he found the plastic container, pulled a few wipes out and used them as he slipped out of her, pausing to clean her up before sliding the condom off and wrapping it in the wipes, which he placed on the lid of the box. Then, climbing up onto the bed, he pulled her into his lap, where she nestled, eyes closed, a smile on her lips. And for some reason he couldn’t understand, he could do nothing more than pet her hair and her cheek and the slender length of her neck, watching her, absorbing the weary pleasure on her face. The loveliest face he’d ever seen.