Mac's Law

by Sarah McCarty

  “Witch.” His drawl was a growl, low and menacing. A fine indication of how well she was pleasing him.

  She let go of his chest, kissing the indentations her teeth had left in his flesh, liking her mark upon him. “Keep your eyes closed,” she told him as she reached around him.

  She opened the nightstand drawer. His big body pulled taut as he heard it slide.

  “Honey girl…”

  “Please, Mac?” She took his hands and put them behind his back. She didn’t think he’d let her tie him. He was too dominant for that, but she could ask for his compliance. “Could you keep your hands here, and let me be in charge? Just for tonight?”

  “Depends on what you’re pulling out of that drawer.”

  The fact that his eyes were still closed and his hands still behind his back gave her the confidence to say, “Not good enough.”

  He paused and didn’t answer for a long time. She could feel his internal struggle. Finally, he said, “What do you need?”

  He used the word need. He’d promised to always give her what she needed. And he needed to start trusting her somewhere. “I need you to keep your eyes closed, your hands behind your back, and let me play.”

  “Do I get a safe word?”

  “No.” She smiled. “You just have to stand there and take it.”

  “Tough rules.”

  She shrugged, letting him feel her breasts rise and fall against his ribs as she did so. “You’re a tough man.”

  His shoulders flexed and his pecs bunched and stretched as he locked his hands behind him. “Go ahead.”

  She kissed his chest lightly. “Thank you.”

  “Just remember, payback can be a bitch.”

  How cute. He was worried. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

  She reached into the drawer and pulled out what she wanted. His head cocked to the side as if through hearing he could figure out which toy she’d selected.

  “I think you’re going to love this. I know I always do.”

  He frowned. “Jessie girl…”

  He was worried, but he was also turned on. His cock was pumping pre-seminal fluid down her thighs in a flattering rhythm.

  “I’m adding another rule. No talking.”

  His mouth opened and then shut. He settled his weight onto his heels. Passivity wasn’t a role he was used to, so she scrambled up onto the bed before he could change his mind, placing her hand on his chest, not the least worried he’d fail to support her. She overbalanced as the mattress gave. He turned so that he caught her with his shoulder. She kissed his cheek. His whiskers tickled her lips. “Thank you.”

  His “You’re welcome” was strained.

  “I’m feeling wild tonight,” she told him, stroking his shoulder and chest.

  “So I noticed.”

  “My plan is to get you hot and hard­—”

  “Honey girl, I’m already there.”

  She nipped his lower lip. “You’re not supposed to be talking.”

  She soothed the sting while he got past the need to respond, before continuing, “And then I want you to work that big cock all the way into my tight pussy and I want you to fuck me as hard and as fast as you can until I come.” She ran her tongue over his inner lip. “You know the way I like but you’re always afraid of giving to me?”

  He tensed and frowned. She could hear the protest coming. “I know you’re worried I’m too small, but Mac, I’m not. And since it’s what I want, I’m not going to give you any choice.”

  His right brow kicked up arrogantly.

  Her smile was just as arrogant. Behind his back she took the small bullet-shaped vibrator out of her left hand. The move wasn’t as smooth as she would have liked as the cast impeded her grip, and she almost dropped it when the cord got caught around her fingers, but finally she had it securely in her right hand. She flipped the switch and the low hum commenced. He jumped when she touched it to his butt. His frown turned to a scowl.

  She countered with a wider smile as she skimmed the tantalizing device up his side. She bent forward and took his left nipple into her mouth, sucking it and nibbling at it while loosening her grip on his cock with her thighs—just enough so that he could slide his huge shaft through the small hollow, stroking himself against her soft flesh. Her pussy pulsed with anticipation as he did just that, especially when she put the devilish little device against his nipple. His hips jerked mindlessly then, his cock stabbing hard and deep between her thighs, reaching only air on the other side, pulling back and trying again, stroking her clit with each pass.

  She knew exactly how helpless he felt. Every time he used the little device on her, the vibrations sent spikes of delight from her nipples to her pussy, the sensation so intense she could never hold back her cries, her internal muscles grasping frantically, longing to be filled. Soothed. Which he never did immediately, preferring to torture with pleasure until she was mindless.

  The same way she was doing to Mac. Mac was apparently no more immune than she because he started cursing, harsh and deep. He was mindlessly reaching for her and it was only her “uh-uh” that made him catch himself. Swearing again, he slowly put his hands behind his back. His flesh took on a salty taste as perspiration began to shimmer on his skin. She moved the little toy to his other nipple, smiling as she did so. This was going to be so much fun if he got this hot just from placing it on his nipples.

  She eased down, pausing when his cock was trapped between the bed and her pussy, the throbbing shaft spreading her outer lips, cushioning her clitoris. She rubbed a little, just a little, just enough to get her clitoris hungry and aching and his muscles jumping. Then she brought the bullet down to her clit as it rested on the shelf of his cock.

  “Open your eyes.”

  Holding his deep blue gaze with hers, she let those sinful vibrations take her toward orgasm. Clinging to his gaze, she rocked on him, sobbing his name. He caught her shoulders in his hands, holding her up when her legs gave out. When she couldn’t take anymore, she leaned her forehead against his stomach. He was breathing so hard, he bounced her back and forth, those slabs of rock-hard muscles damp with his efforts to hold back, and trembling with the strength of his own need. She turned off the device, braced her knees, turned her head, and kissed his hand where it rested on her shoulder.

  His cock rested on the soles of her feet, trapped beneath her. As she took a breath, she felt a pulse of come hit her skin. She smiled and looked up into his strained face. He was very close. She lay back on the bed.

  He towered above her, legs slightly parted, fists clenched at his side, all those gorgeous muscles tense and gleaming with sweat, and his eyes burning with desire for her. She looked pointedly at his hands. He cursed but put them behind his back. She drew her knees up, planting her feet on the mattress and pushing up the way he liked, letting him see her swollen, aching clit, her wet thighs, the cream that pulsed in a steady stream from her throbbing pussy. Teasing him with everything. His eyes locked on her pussy like a man starved.

  Hers locked on his cock, engorged and heavy with promise. It strained toward her, a drop of pre-come beading the tip, the shaft wet with her pleasure. He looked so damned delicious, she wanted to eat him from head to toe. The fact that she could if she wanted to had her smiling from the inside out. She wiggled her fingers at him in a come hither motion, but stopped him from putting his hands on the bed with a shake of her head. She brought her legs together and let them slide down until they rested between his thighs. He frowned, stopped, and then cursed, awkwardly rising to his knees. Straddling her. She had no doubt her pleasure with the situation was written all over her face. Especially when that big cock reached her face and the crown slid across her mouth.

  “Oh yeah,” she whispered. “Bend your knees a little and feed me that big boy.”

  She didn’t need to repeat herself. He fed her a good three inches before he had to stop or overbalance. She suckled it gladly, loving his taste, loving—she admitted to herself—his torment, sensing how much he
wanted to thrust all the way in, only his promise to her holding him back. She bobbed her head, raking him gently with her teeth on the withdrawal, swallowing quickly when a small spurt shot past his control.

  Oh, this was fun.

  She glanced up to find him looking down at her. Frustration, anger, and lust battled for dominance. He clearly didn’t want to enjoy this as much as he was. Since she might not ever get this chance again, she went for broke, indulging her whims, turning on the little bullet and placing it against his left ball. His immediate howl had her yanking it away. The hot spurt of seed in her mouth had her placing it on the other one. This time he took it better, not howling, but shuddering above her like a man on the rack.

  When she looked up all she could see was the arch of his throat as he threw his head back, the tendons extended and in sharp relief. On either side of her face, his thighs were rock-hard. In her mouth, he swelled to impossible levels. She backed the toy off, not wanting him to come just yet. While he fought for his breath, she brought the bullet to her pussy. As she coated it with her juices, she made another decision. She might be inexperienced, but she’d read enough to know there were ways she could give him pleasure, too. She turned the toy off.

  His breathing was a harsh rasp above her. She took a deep breath and bobbed her head, distracting him with the scrape of her teeth. While he moaned and fought not to come, she positioned the bullet, not touching him, because she had a feeling if he knew what she was going to do, he wouldn’t allow it. Once, twice more she raked him. On the third pass, she placed the bullet against his anus and popped it in before he could yank away.

  “Son of a bitch!”

  Damn, he sounded pissed. She wondered if it burned him as it entered the way it had her at first. She anchored him with her teeth beneath the head of his penis while he swore and glared, and she pushed it just a little deeper. He reached back, no doubt intending to yank the clever little device out. She stopped him simply by turning it on.

  He froze. His blue eyes flew wide, his body jerked double, his cock springing free of her mouth for a second before he repositioned it and fell to the bed over her. He caught his weight on his hands and then his cock was pounding at her mouth, once, twice, three times he slammed it to the back of her throat, out of control for the first time since she’d known him. Almost helpless as he came, each jet of sweet come accompanied by a broken cry of pleasure too great to be borne.

  His hips pumped long after his cock was dry, moaning as she stroked him, gasping as he pulled out, his big arms shaking as he struggled to find the satisfaction the little toy demanded. She flipped the switch off, holding him gently in her mouth until he found the strength to ease back. She kissed the tip of his still-hard cock. He frowned down at her. No doubt worrying if he’d been too rough. No doubt planning on lecturing her. She forestalled it all by turning on that little vibrator again. His eyes widened, his body jerked, and then his eyes narrowed.

  She dropped the controller on the comforter and wiggled up until she could get her legs free, walking them up his body until she could drape them over his arms. Mac watched the process with disturbing intentness. And a certain amount of stubbornness. She fumbled for the controller. With a switch of the button she increased the power of the vibrations, Mac threw his head back and groaned. She pulled with her legs against his braced arms until she was balanced on her shoulders and her pussy teased his cock.

  “Don’t you want me, Mac?” she asked, her voice slightly bruised and hoarse. “Isn’t your cock just dying to get into my hot pussy? To fuck me like I want? Hard and deep until there’s no separating the two of us?”

  “Damn, yes!”

  She arched her hips higher. “Then what’s stopping you?”

  He looked down at her, everything he felt, everything he wanted etched into the hard lines of his face. He looked down where they almost joined and then back up at her.

  “Not a damned thing,” he bit off.

  Bracing his weight on one hand, he aligned the wide head of his cock with her vagina. She was slick and wet and hungry. Oh Lord, so hungry. He was finally gong to love her the way she wanted. As wet as she was, he should have shot right in like a torpedo, but she was also very tight and her stubborn muscles wouldn’t part as easily as she wanted. He bore down. She pushed. Between the two of them they managed a slow progression. Frustration nearly made her scream. He felt so good. So damned good. She wanted all of him.

  “Why is it always like this?” she groaned.

  He glanced up from where he was watching his body enter hers in slow increments. “Like what?”

  “So difficult?”

  He walked his hands up her sides, forcing her legs higher and wider. “Honey girl,” he groaned, cautiously probing deeper, “this is about perfect. Turn off that damned vibrator and let me love you right.”

  She bit her lip as he entered more and it pinched. “Is the vibrator making you horny?”

  He kissed her cheek. “It’s going to make me come too soon.”

  “Not if you hurry,” she countered trying to throw her hips up, but he had her too stretched now—totally helpless. Once again under his control.

  She kicked her feet in the air, trying to kick his face when he had the gall to laugh.

  “Easy!” he grunted.

  “Am I always going to be so tight that you treat me like a piece of china?”

  He wiggled his hips, sinking his cock another inch. His movements were not quite as smooth as previous lovemaking sessions. The vibrator was doing its job on his control. And he was fighting it, fighting her.Dammit!

  “I don’t know,” he answered, apparently not overly concerned.

  Well, she knew. As long as he saw her as fragile he was never going to take her like she wanted. She chewed her lip. “But if I stay with just you it will, won’t it?”

  He froze. “You been thinking about trying it with someone else?”

  She was so sick of his protective bullshit. His knowing more than her. Her body’s limitations. So sick and tired of only dreaming about what she wanted but never getting to experience it. “I want it fast and hard, Mac. If I can’t have it with you where would you suggest I get it?”

  “Not from another man, that’s for sure.”

  “That’s for me to decide.”

  “Like hell it is!”

  “Like hell it isn’t.” She cranked the vibrator up to high.

  His reaction was primal. Instinctive. Exactly what she was looking for. His hips drove forward, spearing his thick cock through her tight muscles. His possession was as much pain as it was pleasure but she didn’t care. He was finally taking her like she’d dreamed of. Like she mattered. Like he’d die if he didn’t bury himself to the balls inside her tight cunt.

  With every thrust, she grunted and her breasts bounced violently. The bed shook and slammed the wall. Over and over he pulled out and surged deep. Hard, fast, past her inhibitions. Past her years of being a good girl. His pubic bone ground into her engorged clit on every downstroke. His cock dragged on her resisting flesh on the outstroke. He slammed into her over and over, until he finally, finally got to that totally wild part of her that loved it. Loved every slamming, painful, pleasure-giving moment. The part of her that screamed and clawed, that took the pain with her pleasure, relished both because they meant she was woman enough to live up to his needs. Her dreams. Woman enough for both of them.

  His cock jerked within her. His hoarse shout filled the room as he climaxed. She was right behind him, her forehead crashing into his chest, her teeth sinking into his biceps as she bit down in a desperate effort to hold onto something solid as the world splintered away. Her head fell back and she sobbed, the whirlwind too strong to resist.

  Then he was pulling her hips up into his, his fingers bruising her thighs, his teeth biting with restrained force on her breast as if he needed to mark her even as he made her his. The dual sensations of his seed spraying into her ultra-sensitive pussy and his bite threw her into another clim
ax. She thrashed on the bed, trying to handle the sensations taking her over. But she couldn’t. It was good. So good. So good she couldn’t stand it. His teeth bit harder. His cock pumped load after load of hot come into her greedy pussy and the whole world narrowed to that single moment of perfect bliss. A moment so intense, so divine, everything else just disappeared.

  * * * * *

  She came back to herself with her breath rasping harshly in her lungs and a warm, damp, unstable pillow under her cheek.