"You're still way up in your head when the only thing that should be doing the thinking for you," he pats me gently, "is this pussy."
Then he slides one of his thick fingers inside of me.
And then another.
And then he takes his time stroking me with his fingers over and over while praising me for my obedience.
"You're a very good girl, princess. Now spread just a little wider, and I'll give you one more finger if you do what you're told."
"Shut up," I say because my inner feminist is both turned on and offended by how he's talking to me.
This is so confusing.
He lightly chuckles by my ear, pulls out his fingers, and then playful slaps me on the ass. The grip around my neck gets just a bit tighter when he does it. I gasp not exactly for air, because I can breathe just fine, but mainly out of surprise.
"If you want to continue to play you're going to have to be a bit more polite." He slaps me again on my butt. This time a little harder. It stings in a good way if that makes any sense. "Do we understand each other?"
"We do."
"That's fucking fantastic. So you want to try this again?"
"Yes."
"Good."
His free hand goes immediately back in between my legs. This time gently rubbing my clit and then pinching it with his thumb and pointer fingers. Over and over he continues this type of erotic massage until I'm so slippery, that he uses the juices leaking out of me to slide his fingers back inside of me.
Back where they belong.
And I pant in pure bliss again.
His other hand releases my neck and begins to playfully pinch and roll one of my nipples. I think his majesty is about to discover my weakness. I love nipple play.
The feeling is so exquisite that I raise both of my arms behind me and reach around Cutter's neck. It's hard because he's so tall, but he bends over a little more to give me what I want.
"I think my princess likes her tits to be touched. I wonder what you'd do once my mouth is on them."
"Probably whatever you wanted," I pant.
I can feel him smiling behind me.
"I can't imagine it would be that easy. Nothing about you is easy, Sloan. That's why I'm going to fuck you hard. Just the way you deserve. The way you'll like it."
His fingers pick up speed and the nerve endings in my body feel as if they're highly sensitive to sight, sound and touch. As if all they need is just one more piece of sensory input to send them into a state of high alert.
Then all of a sudden, he stops.
Saying nothing but licks his fingers the entire time.
"What are you doing?" My question ends up sounding more like a plea.
"What do u want from me, Sloan?"
"I want you to finish what you started."
"Then you'll have to ask nicely."
"You mean you want me to beg."
"Begging is nice too. Whatever works for you."
He walks away while I contemplate how on earth I'm going to do something I never in do in bed with a man and that's beg. I watch him move toward a large black duffel near the door. He opens it and pulls out another smaller black bag. He places our dinner dishes in the sink. Wipes the table. Then puts the bag on top of the dinette and begins pulling items out one by one.
I'm kind of astounded that he's choosing this particular moment to unpack his shit. Not after doing what we just did. I continue to stand in the middle of his living room like an idiot not knowing exactly what to do or what he's thinking until I notice the items he's lining up across the table.
A pink one.
A silver one.
A blue one.
A plastic one.
A metal one.
A large one.
A tiny one.
Vibrators of all shapes and sizes in plastic packaging.
After placing the last one on the table, he stands up and pulls his sweater over his head. I swallow with great difficulty as I watch the muscles in his arms contract and flex as he tosses it on the floor. He's beautiful.
His brief striptease reveals several beautiful tattoos that adorn his arms and back. Each is its own distinct pattern of swirled black ink highlighted by reds and blues. The artist captured Cutter's spirit expertly. His ink is beautiful and playful just like he is. He unties and kicks off his boots. Each making a thunderous clunk as they land against the wall. Adding to the building tension between us.
He watches me closely as he lines up each toy. I'm uncomfortable. Not because I've never owned a vibrator before, but because I've never used one in front of or with a man. Just alone. The guys I've been with in the past have never been this . . . creative.
My eyes continue to land on the purple vibrator with what looks like a collection of loose pearls inside the casing. It's pretty in a freaky sort of way.
"I guess purple it is."
My head pops up.
"What?"
He grabs some clean paper towels and alcohol out of the same small duffel, then takes the purple vibe out of the packaging and begins cleaning it.
"When this one is turned on, it not only vibrates but it simulates the movement of a penis. The pearls massage the inside of your pussy as it moves. You'll like this one."
Next Cutter takes two pieces of long rope out of the bag. There's a stainless-steel rack that hangs above the island in his kitchen for pots and pans. He ties the two pieces of rope onto the rack which is easy enough since there are no pans hanging from it. He only has two pans, and he used them to cook dinner.
He walks over toward me, his bare feet thumping across the floor, and whisks me up in his arms.
"Cutter!"
"Lift your arms."
He sits me on the island and lifts my sweatshirt above my head, making sure not to disturb any of my remaining scars or my eye. He throws it on the floor with the rest of his things.
Now I'm left with a bra and a pair of leggings on. Sitting on top of a man's cold kitchen countertop. Relinquishing control bit by bit. It makes me anxious and totally uncomfortable yet mysteriously aroused.
He kisses the inside of my left wrist before he ties it to one of the hanging ropes. Pulling on the other side of it to keep my arm raised and secure. He does the same to the other. I try moving my arms just to test the strength of the overhang. It's pretty damn strong. I can't move my arms and the rack isn't moving.
He reaches back into his ominous black bag and grabs a pair of scissors. I inhale sharply as he carefully slides the blades across the top of my breasts, then down my side, then he snips.
Cutting my bra open on one side. Then the other. Then continuing to snip until there are literally pieces of my bra all over the counter and my breasts are exposed.
He bends down and places his mouth around one of my nipples and sucks. My back arches in pure carnal delight. I want to give more of myself to him. I wish he'd take more.
I almost mouth the words but there's still something holding me back. Like he said, I'm still inside of my head. I can't totally allow myself to just be in the moment. I don't trust him. I don't trust myself.
He moves to the other breast. This time his teeth lightly graze my nipple. And I cry out. The crotch of my leggings are soaked. I almost don't want him to touch me there, because I'm so embarrassed by my response to him. I'm not sure that I've ever been this wet in my life.
"I smell you, princess."
Then he starts to slide my leggings and panties off. After he pulls them off, tossing them aside with the other clothes, he touches my clit with just one finger.
"You're soaked."
He walks away and back to the table. Picking up the ominous looking purple vibrator, and I shiver inside. I'm not going to be able to handle it. I ache so much between my legs already.
"Open your knees."
I don't open them.
"Trust between us is paramount if we're going to have fun playing. Now open up."
I spread my legs as best I can. It feels good. The col
d granite feels like a cooling balm on my aching pussy.
"Kiss me, Sloan."
He leans over and puts his mouth on mine. Sliding his tongue inside where he meets my willing tongue. He tastes sweet, like the semi-sugary aftertaste of a mint, and we begin a slow exploration of each other's mouths. My arms swaying but basically immobile as we kiss each other passionately.
We continue like this for a few more moments before he starts to slide the vibrator inside of me. Inch by inch it feels enormous. Probably because I haven't had sex in a really long time, and additionally because there is no forgiving bend in a piece of motorized plastic.
I moan as I feel the ripple of the pearls sliding against my walls as it burrows its way inside of me. Midway in, Cutter stops.
I don't feel discomfort, but I do feel very full.
I hear the sounds of heavy breaths in the room.
They belong to me.
He steps back and stares at me. No doubt to admire his handiwork. My arms tied above my head in ropes. My legs splayed open with a purple vibrator halfway inside of me. My cheeks flushed. Nipples hard. Pupils dilated. Waiting for me to give him the words.
"Finish it," I finally say.
He walks back between my legs and leans over with his mouth by my ear.
"I told you all I want to hear are screams."
Then he turns the knob on the vibrator all the way up.
My core contracts violently and immediately I explode.
The howl of my orgasm is so boisterous that he silences it by shoving his tongue down my throat. I arch my back and yank at the ropes, but they don't budge. The feeling of being constricted of movement and flooded with release is euphoric. I see flashes of light behind the lids of my eyes as I float in orgasmic bliss.
When Cutter turns the vibrator completely off my heart is still racing.
"You are so fucking beautiful when you come. I need to taste you."
He gently slides the vibrator out, drops to his knees, slides my ass forward and begins to devour my pussy. Hungrily he strokes the inside of me with his tongue. Lapping up every bit of my release. And the hunger in me begins to coil once again. This time it winds slower than the last time. Making me feel all the more desperate to reach climax.
I want to grab his head or slap him in the face, but I forget that I can't. How clever of him. My arms are tied.
"Please," I beg.
Crying out breathlessly as one lone tear starts to fall from my eye. I've never been a crier, but now I'm seriously starting to consider that it's because I've never been fucked properly before.
Because this is certainly a feeling that makes me want to wail.
Twenty-Three
Cutter
I'm starting to understand why some of the women in the club have nicknamed me The Viking or even why Sloan calls me a caveman. I fucking feel like one.
Primitive.
Primal.
Possessive.
Her plea for release turns a switch on inside of me that I didn't know was there. I want to drive my dick so deep inside of her that I will not be able to figure out where I begin and where she ends.
If this is how Camden feels about Jade, now I'm starting to truly understand the change in him. There's no denying that this is some different shit. There's no better sound on earth than the cry Sloan just made when she came for me. That shit is addictive. I can only imagine what it will be like once I get inside of her.
I pull the purple pussy eater (my nickname for this particular vibe) out of her, toss it aside, and lean in. It's time to clean her up and I snarl like a dog when she tries to close her legs together. I bite the inside of her knee to let her know that I'm not playing.
"Spread 'em," are the only words I need to say to remind her who's in charge.
It's only natural that she tries to fight this. She's on full display for me. In my kitchen. Tits up high. Legs spread wide. Skin flushed with a mixture of satiety and need. This is hard for her. Relinquishing control. Trusting me to give her what she needs. That's why I'm taking this particular fix very seriously.
I look in between her legs for a moment before I taste. Admiring the view. She is beautiful like I knew she'd be. I kiss the top of her mound. Then inhale. I smell a faint mixture of jasmine and musk. When I remember that her arms have been hanging for a while, I realize that I'm not going to be able to take my time with her like I want. I'm going to have to speed things up before she loses all feeling in her fingertips.
I slide my hands under her ass and dive in. Hungrily eating out her pussy like it's the first time and the last. She tastes sweet and salty like caramel corn. I could stay in between her creamy legs forever, but her body is swaying with need and I know that I'm going have to give her what she wants fairly soon. She's tugging against the ropes. Arching her back to try and give me even more access. Another orgasm is building inside of her and it's building fast.
She's holding her breath.
She's about to blow.
"Come for me, baby."
And this time she doesn't scream. This time it's her body that's violent. Her body seems to bow as her body contracts in orgasm. Her ass lifts up high as she simultaneously squeezes my head together with her thighs. Pulling on the ropes hard. Eyes shut tightly. It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen and it's scaring the shit out of me, because I know without a doubt that if I can, if she lets me, I want to make her feel like this every single night.
I start to massage her thighs and press light kisses along her hips and stomach to bring her down. I start to work my way up her body and make sure to spend extra time at her breasts. She seems to like that a lot. As her breathing continues to slow down, I start kissing and massaging her arms, and then untying them from the rack.
"Wrap them around me."
I pick her up off the counter. Her arms around my neck. Her legs around my waist and I take her to the bedroom. I sit her gently down on my new cherry wood, four-poster bed, the only new thing I've ordered since moving here.
"Sit and watch," I tell her.
I take off my pants, and then my boxers, and watch her eyes grow with desire as my dick juts to life. I stand in my full glory while she stares back at me.
"What do you want?" I ask her while I stroke myself as she watches.
"I want you," she says.
"Where do you want me."
"Inside of me," she answers softly as I stroke harder.
"How do you want me," I demand to know.
Her eyes lower, so I lift her chin up with my hands.
"How do you want me," I repeat.
"From the back."
Interesting choice.
I move to the bed, pick her up, and flip her over.
I surprise her by starting to eat her again from behind. It wasn't the plan, but I couldn't help myself. She tastes so damn good. I stop myself in between laps to smack her ass for good measure which makes her sopping wet. This is exactly what I need so that I don't hurt her as she gets adjusted to my size. When I think she's ready, I roll on a condom and get on my knees behind her and push in the tip.
Fuck me, it feels good already.
I try to restrain myself, because this isn't about my horny ass. This is all about Sloan and her pleasure. Plus I don't want to fuck around and scare her off. Now that I've gotten inside of her pussy once, I'll be damned if I'm not coming back for seconds. I push in a little farther and watch her body for a reaction. She's not moving much, so I must be a little snug for her.
"Is my dick too big for this pussy?"
Immediately I feel more slip inside of her.
It's obvious that she likes it when I talk dirty.
"Do you want this dick inside of you?"
"Yes."
"Then act like it."
She starts to work her hips more. Moving them back as I slide in forward. My stroke getting deeper and faster. I think I made a mistake getting her going, because I'm literally going to come in two seconds if I don't slow down.
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bsp; I decide to sit up and lean back on my heels. Bringing Sloan in sort of a sitting reverse cowgirl position. It gives her more control as to how fast she will work me inside of her. It feels phenomenal. She continues working her pussy down farther until I'm almost totally inside of her. My eyes are practically rolling up inside of my head. I could die now and be totally fine with it. It's ecstasy.
She's soaking wet now and she starts bouncing her ass up and down on me. Really getting into it. I hold onto her tits from behind and play with them as she continues to bounce and rock on top of me. Working herself into a frenzy.
I burrow my head into her shoulder. Squeezing my eyes tightly shut. She's fucking the shit out of me, and I'm about to blow.
"Sloan!" I growl.
"Can you handle this pussy like a man?" she throws back my words at me. Turning me completely on. "Do you like fucking me?"
"Dammit, yes!" I yell as she simultaneously yells a few expletives of her own as I drive myself as far inside of her as I can and we climax together.
Sloan falls back against me. Shuddering. I'm kissing her neck, her shoulders and her back reverently. I am completely in awe of this woman. I've had plenty of good sex before, but this was something else. She turns around and there's a huge smile on her face. A smile that I proudly put there. The same smile I'd like to see tomorrow night and the next and the next.
"I thought you didn't put out on the first date," I say in jest. Kissing her nose.
She rolls her eyes and smiles. "That was fantastic, your majesty."
"I know," I say in earnest as I toss the used condom in the trashcan with one shot. "I knew it would be. I was born to command your every orgasm."
She pushes me down on the bed. Kissing my chest. Then farther down my body. Tracing my abdominal muscles with her tongue until she gets to my promised land. I thought she may be exhausted by our session, but it looks like we're just getting started. Aren't I the lucky one.
"Let's play another game," she says as she starts to suck the life out of my cock. "If I can't make you come in under three minutes with just my mouth, then you get to ask me another question."
Fuck me.
"I think I like this game."
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