“It’s hard to wait, isn’t it?” he asked, his smile almost tender - almost. “When you want something so badly it clouds your mind?” He grabbed my chin in his hand, looking at me closely. “Your pupils are dilated and you keep licking your lips. You’re so desperate to come, aren’t you?” he teased. His words were cruel, but his expression remained kind.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
“Take off your pants,” he said, dropping his hand to my left breast and pinching my nipple through my bra.
“Sir?” I asked, hesitating. He just looked at me and increased the pressure on my nipple briefly before dropping his hand to his side. I got the message and undid my pants, quickly pushing them down before stepping out of them and putting them on the roof of his car behind me. I could feel the air cooling the dampness on my thighs; after the humidity of my pants it gave me goosebumps.
“Bend over the boot,” Malcolm said, his eyes fixed on my upper thighs.
“What?”
“The trunk,” he said with a little laugh. “Bend over the trunk.”
Again I hesitated, looking around. The car was far enough in the driveway to shield most of it from the street, but if I were to lay over the trunk, my head and torso would be visible. Anyone walking or driving by would be able to see me. I looked back at Malcolm and he raised an eyebrow at me, not speaking. “Yes, sir,” I said at last. I bent over the trunk, splaying my hands next to my head so they were flat against the warm metal.
Malcolm moved to stand behind me, kicking my legs apart with his foot. I felt his hand caress my ass, running along the welts he’d put there with the switch. I sighed, turning my head to rest my forehead against the trunk lid. I closed my eyes as he removed his hand from my skin. I wanted to look back and see what he was doing, but I wouldn’t let myself.
His palm suddenly connected with my ass in a sharp slap that made me jump and moan, but I kept my head down and eyes closed. He continued to spank me – not hard, just enough to keep me exceedingly wet – alternating cheeks and aiming carefully at the same spots over and over. The only sounds I could hear were my soft grunts and moans and the sound his palm made against my flesh.
Suddenly he stopped spanking my ass and began slapping at my pussy instead. I moaned loudly and angled my hips back to give him better access.
“Your cunt is soaking wet and so swollen.” He spanked me a few more times between my legs before slipping a couple fingers inside me and fucking me with them slowly, moving his fingers periodically to stroke my clit softly, his actions performed in a way that would move me to the edge of coming without allowing me to.
It was torture. Delicious, sadistic, wonderful torture. He kept me dangling at the edge of coming for what seemed like hours, centering my universe on his hands as they manipulated my flesh. All I could do is lay across the trunk of his car and submit to him, whimpering incoherent pleas for release as my pussy juices ran down my thighs and his fender to collect on the ground below and the sun pinked my ass.
“What was that?” he teased, his finger stroking me so lightly I could barely feel it.
“Please,” I mumbled, my forehead still pressed against the trunk. I was making fists with my hands, closing and opening them repeatedly.
“Please what?” he asked, lightly slapping my pussy. I was so wet it sounded like a rubber ball hitting the surface of a pond.
“Please make me come,” I whispered. He rewarded me by pinching my clit briefly before slipping his fingers back inside me. I whined in protest.
“My sweet, dirty little slut wants to come?” He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and used both hands to spread my lips wide.
“Please,” I begged.
“You’re so swollen,” he said, spreading me even wider. “Your clit is so hard and your cunt is dripping all over my car.” He began making circles around my clit, using a barely perceptible touch. I tried to angle my hips to increase the contact but it didn’t work. “So desperate to come, aren’t you my little slut?”
“Please. Please. Please,” I sobbed. It was the only word I could form, all other thought obliterated in the riot of need from my pussy. I was panting and sweating and drooling, and all I could think about was how badly I needed to come. I felt my lower body tremor as Malcolm caressed my ass with both hands, the gesture at once consoling and enflaming.
“You want to come?” he asked, squeezing my cheeks before slipping his fingers back inside me.
“Yes,” I panted.
“Yes..?”
“Yes, sir. Please make your slut come,” I begged.
“Very good,” he whispered, bending over me to speak directly in my ear. “Come for me.”
He began moving his fingers in and out of me hard and fast, thrusting them in and down, creating delicious pressure while he used his thumb to flick and rub my clit. He kept his mouth by my ear, whispering to me about how hard he wanted me to come, how wet and hot and swollen my pussy was, his words sounding like the sweetest love ballad. It was almost too much after such a long build up, and I came instantly, and kept on coming. I was crying and moaning, my head tossing from side to side while my entire body jerked in spasms as if I was being electrocuted and I took in air in great gulps.
I don’t know how long it lasted, how long I laid over his car crying in ecstasy, how long he whispered so sweetly in my ear while his hands played my body. When I could think again I was still crying and breathing hard, still over his car, my hands in fists and my legs shaking while Malcolm ran his fingers through my hair and planted soft kisses on my neck and ear.
“Malcolm?” I croaked out, my throat parched.
“Right here,” he whispered. I turned my head to look at him. He was leaning on his elbow to my left, looking down at me and smiling. He wiped at my cheek with his right thumb.
“Sorry,” I said, wiping at my face with hands that shook uncontrollably. “I don’t know why I can’t stop crying.” He smiled and leaned forward to kiss my cheeks.
“Can you walk?”
The question struck me dumb, bringing me back to the realization we were still in his driveway. I began to giggle, blinking at him through the tears I couldn’t seem to stop. I could feel hysteria nibbling at the edges of my consciousness, seeming to search for a way in. Malcolm must have sensed it, too. He started murmuring to me softly and placed a hand on my forehead, forcing my attention back to him. It calmed me.
“Sorry,” I said again, my voice the slightest bit steadier.
“Shhh. It’s alright, love.” He leaned forward and kissed me lightly before standing up. “Come, let’s get inside and have a shower.” He put his arms around my waist and helped me stand, letting me lean on him for support. My legs felt like jello, but I wasn’t totally incapacitated. We made our way inside and up to his bathroom; he kept an arm around me the whole way, nearly carrying me up the stairs. He sat me on the counter and started the shower, helping me take off my shirt, bra and sandals before undressing himself.
We got in and just stood under the water for a bit, arms around each other. I had my head on his chest and could hear his heart beat. It was strong and steady, and it soothed me so much I could have closed my eyes and fallen asleep where I stood. Eventually we moved, washing each other gently and thoroughly, taking our time. I don’t remember either of us speaking the entire time we were in the shower, even though we were in there for quite a while.
We spent the rest of the day inside. I didn’t even bother getting dressed, just put on one of his t-shirts to lounge around in. We ordered Chinese for dinner and watched ‘Evil Dead 2’ before going to bed to sleep. I felt emotionally drained and overflowing at the same time.
It was a great feeling.
“Melody?” Malcolm asked as he spooned up behind me.
“Hmmm?” I murmured, running my hands up and down his forearm as it laid across my abdomen.
“Move in.”
“What?” I asked, turning over to face him. I could see his expression clearly in the light
that came in through the open curtains. He looked serious. And confident.
“Move in.”
“Here? With you?”
“Yes,” he said, chuckling a bit and kissing the tip of my nose.
“Yes,” I said after a moment’s thought. (Seriously – like I could’ve said no, even if I wanted to.)
End of Darker Ecstasy series
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