by Anna del Mar
“Good?” he murmured, engrossed in his task.
“Mmm-hmm.” The subtle movements that expanded and contracted me taught me that my body was delicate, sensitive and exposed, but also hardy, resilient and reliable. He was stimulating parts of me I hadn’t known existed.
“Christ, Clara, you’re making my cock so hard it’s going to break.”
“Let’s not break anything, yours or mine,” I muttered through my teeth. “I like your cock a lot, but I don’t think it’s ever going to fit in there.”
He let out a startled laugh. “Want to bet? One day, it will fit and nicely. And you know what? I think you’re going to like it. ’Cause you’re really turned on right now, wet and ready like my dream cunt. So yeah, this is new for you, but you’re digging it.”
No need to argue with truth.
“In the meanwhile,” Noah said, “my cock’s got his first choice and it’s more than ready for a ride. Do you think you can keep the plug in place on your own?”
Doubtful. “I can try.”
He let go, hand hovering nearby just in case. He caressed my pussy and remained standing between my legs until he was sure I could handle the plug. “Good,” he said after a few moments. “Hang on, princess.”
The world flipped upright. With a tug of the harness, I was now at an angle, on my back, facing the ceiling. Another pull, and my knees rose in the air, reviving the concept of me as a living marionette. Twirling in the air at Noah’s whims, I felt like a Ferris wheel cab loaded with a pair of odd passengers, an attraction strung up for Noah’s private amusement. As if it were possible, the image made me even hornier.
The plug and the vibrator competed for my attention, but I did notice when Noah released my hands from behind my back and fastened the wrist cuffs above my head at opposite sides of the bar. He released my ankle cuffs too, rubbed the cramp out of my legs, then connected my knee loops through the length of a strap to the bar above.
Holy Mother. The position would’ve been unbearable to my limbs if the cuffs hadn’t been designed for suspension and the harness hadn’t converted into a sling that helped to support my weight. I hung from the top bar, reclined in the air, with my arms and knees stretched in such a wide split that I could’ve been a circus acrobat. The vibrator’s little cord dangled from my pussy like a pull switch. The plug’s looped handle protruded from my asshole as if I were a crank-up toy.
Noah’s stare brimmed with wild hunger. “I swear to you, Clara Luz, that never in my entire existence have I seen a sight as shocking, obscene and exquisite as you are right now.”
The shame. The joy. The need. It stunned and liquefied me. It built and destroyed opposite parts of me at the same time.
Note to blog: new is hot and shock is thrilling.
Noah unbuttoned his shirt, stripped it, unzipped his jeans and then kicked them off, along with his boxers. “How the hell am I supposed to hold back when you look like that?”
Hold back? No way. I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him in me right now.
But I wasn’t in charge. He was, and that fact alone thickened my pussy’s moisture and had me flowing nonstop. Noah stood strong, tall and commanding before me. With his wide shoulders, slim hips and powerful limbs, he could’ve been some Greek god sent on an earthly errand. His broad chest rose and fell with the strength of his breaths. His taut stomach rippled with his respiration. The bullet’s scar below his ribs was a faint pink circle on his skin. The tiny scar broke through the haze of my erotic trance to remind me that my divine lover was also very much human.
Holding his erection with one hand, Noah reached and tugged on the little golden chain hanging between my legs. “Let’s make some room for my cock.”
I groaned as the vibrator slid out of my pussy along with a rush of lube and fresh moisture. Relief. Disappointment. My sex grabbed at the sudden emptiness. Noah held up the vibrator, swinging it back and forth in the air as if he were practicing a hypnotic trick. He lowered the vibrator to my lips, where it nested against my mouth like a restless chick.
“Open.”
My lips separated obediently.
He guided the vibrator into my mouth. “Close.” He let go of the chain, which dribbled down my chin. “Hold on tight. I wouldn’t want you to choke on the thing. Good job.”
I don’t know what excited me more. His commands, my view of his erect cock, which made the plug look puny by comparison, or the fact that I was under his complete control. All three I suppose. The vibrator buzzing in my mouth had me feeling even naughtier than before. My own flavorful taste shocked and brightened my tongue.
Noah ruffled my pussy and thumbed my slit, taking advantage of my exposed position to slide in his middle finger. I groaned, tensing on the harness.
“Enjoy,” Noah murmured as he submitted my pussy to his finger’s slow and exquisite torture. “I know how much you like it when I do this to you.”
I did like it. A lot. I strained as he worked in his digit, because my pussy was tightly wound and my channel firmly shut. With my mouth full and my lips clamped together, I pled with my eyes.
“Not yet,” Noah murmured, twisting a second finger into my slit. “Hold back.”
I clamped down and took in little breaths through my nose, trying to impose some sort of order on my body. The civilized part of me was embarrassed that Noah got to see me like this, glimmering with sweat, lust-maddened and indecent. But the naughty part of me was glad that he was in control. He knew how to handle the wickedness in me, how to gratify my dark and insatiable needs. He was able to introduce me to sensations that I’d never be able to experience on my own. And for that, my body was profoundly grateful.
Noah’s fingers withdrew from my pussy. He tugged on the little chain, withdrew the vibrator from my mouth and set it aside. He stood between my legs and, visibly enjoying himself, aggravating my wretched state of lust by stroking the length of my cleft, from one opening to the next, from clit to plug, teasing my pussy even as my pelvis curled reflexively toward his hand. He circled his fingers around the plug’s protruding handle, teasing, testing and stroking the most sensitive and sensitized parts of me.
His stare met my gaze. “I want to leave it in for now.”
My heart stopped. My chest inflated and deflated, my breasts rose and fell, but my lungs couldn’t draw oxygen out of the air. I’d read that some women loved being fucked with a plug in their butts, but looking at his erection, I balked. “Is it even possible?”
“It’ll make you very full and extremely tight, even tighter that you feel right now.” He teased my nipples, rubbing them between his fingers, pulling on them to the point of distraction. “The plug is an acquired taste, but I think you’ll enjoy it. An orgasm with a plug is very powerful. I want to try it with you. I’d like to give you an orgasm that you won’t forget, but you have to ask.”
Lord help me. I hung from the bar, trapped in the harness, with a plug up my rear, my legs wide open and my sex completely exposed and ripe for the taking. And he was going to make me ask him for it?
The last vestiges of my inhibitions fell. The remnants of my sense of decency collapsed right along. “Please, Noah,” I said in a quivering voice, wanting it, needing him, dying to have him in me. “Give me an orgasm I won’t forget.”
The smile he gave me was a prize in itself. “You got it, princess.”
He grabbed the bar above me. His hands tightened around the metal and his biceps flexed as he held me in position. I wrapped my fingers around the straps and braced for what was coming. I gasped, because his cock was already on the way, glans breaching through my slit, girth widening my constricted walls, length gliding along the bulk of the plug on the other side of the thin panel that separated my channels.
Oh my freaking God. My pussy felt so tight and full I feared I might burst. Panic. For a moment, I didn’t think I could handle it. I
cried out. I reared up on the harness. My eyes widened. My mouth opened but I didn’t know what to say.
“Easy, baby.” Noah clutched my hips and held me down, pacing his advance. “It’ll feel good in a sec.”
He was patient and careful. He pressed his lips together, murmuring sweet endearments as he worked his cock slowly into my pussy. It was hard, but I forced myself to ease down on the harness and breathe through the breach as the pressure increased. It was as if he was physically prying me open to my sexual self, sculpting my tissues to conform to his bulk and reconfiguring my sex for new standards of pleasure and performance.
I leaned back, closed my eyes and willed my pussy to accept his cock’s stern rule. In my mind, one word streamed in flashing colors against the canvas of my closed eyelids: submit, submit, submit.
Slowly, my pussy relented and my body gave in. Relief, as I accepted more of him in me. Soon after, I started to appreciate a new set of sensations coursing through me. They were different than anything I’d felt before, edgier, darker, more extreme, but also more powerful. They came from the front, from inside, from the back too, from everywhere. The sensations got better with his strokes, more poignant, vivid and intense.
Still, he was large and I was full with the plug and very exposed to him. I groaned as he worked what felt like miles of wide, heavy cock into me. I feared I’d lose the plug.
“Noah?”
“Got it.” He tucked a hand under my ass and kept the plug in place.
I clung to the straps and gritted my teeth. A trickle of sweat ran between my breasts. At last, he made it all in. For a moment, he just stood there very still, caressing my face, kneading my breasts, thumbing my clit, looking down on me as if I were a magnificent work of art. I panted hoarse, heavy breaths while trying to keep myself together. My pussy throbbed. My body was jam-packed, straining at the seams, but also snug and wealthy with the load.
“Noah?” I moaned. “I think I’m going to come.”
“Try not to,” he said. “Timing is the difference between blah and awesome sex.”
It sounded like a note to blog to me, but he had no idea how difficult controlling my body was for me. I tried to breathe through my erotic reflexes, holding back the orgasm that wanted to burst out of my pussy. Noah braced his feet apart and, keeping his gaze on me, began to swing the harness, gently bouncing me against his lap. His cock bobbed in and out of me in a slow, steady sequence, glans, shaft, balls, reverse.
Oh, shit. I was going to die in that harness, from pressure and pleasure, from strain and bliss. I shut my eyes and whimpered. “Please?”
“Christ, baby,” Noah muttered, eyes bright, skin gleaming a combination of perspiration and erotic flush. “You feel so good.”
Oh, yes. It did feel good. In fact, it felt superb. I’d never been fucked so deeply. I fathomed his cock French-kissed my cervix with every exquisite stroke.
There was nothing I could do but to take his cock, stand the plug and embrace whatever he gave me. Hanging at this angle, I had no control over his penetration, no way to adjust to his strokes. It was up to him, the depth, the angle, the pleasure and the pain that could come from a careless strike to my undefended parts.
But there was no carelessness and no pain, only a little discomfort as my body adjusted to the new rigors inflicted on it, and even that seemed to be passing.
Note to blog: there’s power in surrender, bliss in submission and great freedom in restraints.
“You’re a fucking seductress.” Noah rocked the harness, driving into me steadily. “Christ, Clara, I love fucking you.”
I closed my eyes and entered a trance, a state in which only pleasure mattered. The fullness anchored me in place, cock and plug crammed in me. I was a sex junkie, strung high on Noah, addicted to his cock. As he swung me in the harness, I knew how eagles felt when they mated in full flight, exhilarated and grounded in each other even as they soared and spiraled in midair.
It struck me then. I wasn’t doing this for the sake of the blog, or in rebellion, or in reaction. I wasn’t doing this to please Noah, even though I was thrilled that I could please him as well. I was doing this because I wanted it, needed it, relished it. I liked this, all of it, the restraints, the rigor, the gritty eroticism of the sexual act taken to the next level. I liked the novelty, the break in the routine, the creativity and the surprises that shocked and challenged my body. I relished his body’s dominance over mine, his cock forcing my cunt to submit, his strength overcoming my weakness. I was doing this for myself.
“Is it too much?” Noah rasped, gaze fast on my face. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I said. “I need more.”
“Are you sure?” Noah’s cock swelled, stretching out my pussy even more, as if that was possible.
“Noah, please, fuck me harder?”
The thumping continued, a sweet hammering, a delicious pounding that satisfied every greedy bone in me, every nook and cranny. It felt good, harsh and stern, but also liberating.
“Please,” I gasped. “Please, please let me come?”
“No,” he said. “But you can beg some more if you like.”
I fought back every orgasm that threatened to escape Noah’s influence, every runaway pulse that wanted to defy his commands. On and on he made love to me in that stern, demanding way that my body understood so well. And I begged. Oh, yes, I begged in whispers, whimpers and screams that left me hoarse and breathless, for his pleasure and mine.
“Now,” he finally said. “I want you to come now.”
The simple command set me off. I inhaled sharply. An intense orgasm birthed in the back of my sex, sharpened by the bulk of the plug and the surrender of all physical control.
“Oh, Noah.” I rattled on the harness. “Oh, oh, oh...”
I jerked, threw my head back and, contorting in the harness, screamed at the top of my lungs, in agony and in bliss. And I kept screaming as my captive body pushed through layers of pleasure so dark, dense and intense that I broke through pleasure’s glass ceiling and shot into the realm of ecstasy.
My contact with Noah’s body anchored me to the world when it ceased to exist. He kept pumping into me, sustaining the madness, prolonging the insanity of what had now become the most explosive release of my life. My hips strained. My legs shook in uncontrollable spasms. The plug intensified my pussy’s contractions. I throbbed and ached from the intense pleasure, burned from the heat, reeled from the fierce affection dominating me.
“Noah, I...”
“What, Clara,” he murmured. “What?”
“I love you.”
He came deep in my body, claiming my life and inundating me with a flood that filled me to the rim and overflowed my pussy.
“Happy birthday,” I mumbled, to him, and to the newly anointed kink lover in me, as I shut my eyes and launched into another intense orgasm, not just on my clit, or on my G-spot, or in my ass, but in all of my body’s secret places and all the way to my heart.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Noah
It took me a while to recuperate from that climax. Hell, I felt shell-shocked, as if I’d been struck by a missile and my body had somehow survived the hit. In a moment of passion, Clara had told me she loved me. I’d been flabbergasted, launched over the moon, not just physically, but emotionally, because not even in the youthful passion of our summer together had Clara admitted to love. When I could finally think again, I stood between Clara’s legs, wondering if my knees would hold.
Clara looked as struck as I was. Her eyes were closed. Her head hung back and her body dangled in the harness, glistening with sweat. Had it not been for the heaving of her chest, she could’ve been mistaken for dead.
I withdrew from her carefully. A few drops of come dribbled out, tapping a quiet beat as they hit the mat. She
looked spent, beautiful and thoroughly fucked. I steadied myself, reached up and unclipped her from the harness. I wrapped her in a blanket, carried her to the love seat and cuddled her on my lap, kissing and holding her until my breath returned and my heart stopped fibrillating in my chest.
“Baby?” I whispered in her ear. “I’m going to take out the plug. Do you hear me?”
She didn’t move or open her eyes. “Mmm-hmm.”
I moved her legs aside and, with care, twisted the plug and pulled. She moaned quietly as her body finished the job and delivered the plug to my hand. She let out a long sigh and abandoned herself on my lap. She was like a rag doll in my arms. She’d given me such an incredible birthday gift. The truth was that I went from zero to a hundred when Clara was around, from meh to insanely happy, from feeling nothing to feeling everything.
I kissed the top of her head and slipped out from under her. “I’ll be right back.”
I filled up the jetted tub, added a eucalyptus soak to the steaming water and, after carrying Clara to the bathroom, helped her into the tub. I slipped into the water behind her and cradled her between my legs. Heaven. She closed her eyes, leaned her head on my shoulder and lay with her back against my chest, reveling with me in the water’s relaxing massage.
I took pleasure in washing the body I enjoyed so much, the person who gave meaning and context to my life. The way she entrusted herself to me made me feel whole, especially after the bath, when I wrapped her in a soft towel, laid her belly-down on my bed and examined her tight little asshole.
“Sore?” I said when she stirred.
“Only a little,” she murmured in a sleepy voice.
“Let’s give this part of you some attention.” I reached for the jar I’d set out on the nightstand and unscrewed the top.
She giggled quietly. “I think it got a lot more attention than usual today.”
The smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “And?”
“I’d try it again.”
Success. “In that case, a little more attention is a must.” I dipped two fingers in the jar and scooped up a layer of soothing balm.