Crave Me

by Stacey Lynn

  Most of all, I wanted her hands on me, touching me while I pushed my cock deep inside of her.

  So many options and I had the rest of the day to make good on them.

  “Good morning,” she muttered.

  I smiled against her cheek and pushed my hand lower to her clit where I discovered she was already wet and wanting.

  “Let me play with you,” I whispered. “I want to touch you all over.”

  “Hmmm. Sounds delightful.” Her legs stretched and she pushed one backward, draping it over my own legs. It opened her to me and I took full advantage, pressing two fingers deep inside her pussy.

  “Did you dream of me? Or do you always wake up soaking wet?”

  “Dreamed of you.” Her panting quickened. I pulled out of her and ran my hand teasingly along her inner thighs, at the crease outside her pussy lips.

  “Tell me about it.”

  She shivered in my arms. A small smile graced her lips. “I want your fingers inside of me.”

  I pinched the soft flesh of her thigh. “Tell me about the dream and you’ll get them. If it was a really good dream, perhaps you’ll get more.”

  She’d get more even if it weren’t. Keeping my dick out of her was becoming my least favorite thing.

  “We were here, in your bed,” she said. “I wasn’t tied up, and you had your body on mine.” She snuggled into me, spread her legs farther apart and pushed her ass against me, grinding, rubbing.

  I gripped her thigh and held her tight. “Stop trying to top me or you’ll be punished.”

  “You think that would deter me?”

  I loved that it didn’t.

  I spanked her exposed pussy lightly and she yelped.

  “Dream. Tell me more. When I was on top of you, was I naked? Hard? Fucking you?”

  Another shudder rolled through her. “Not at first. You were clothed, only your chest was exposed. You tasted me everywhere, sucked on my nipples, ran your tongue beneath them.”

  I rolled her to her back, fell between her spread thighs, and pushed the covers out of our way. “Like this?”

  Hazy blue eyes blinked rapidly and she licked her lips before nodding. “You had more clothes on in my dream.”

  I pushed off her, taking my weight away. “I could go get some.”

  Her hands clamped down on my bare ass. “No. Don’t. This is fine.”

  “Fine?”

  “Better than fine. Perfect. Maybe better than my dream.”

  I dropped back down to an elbow to support my weight, ran my other hand up her ribs until I was gently running a finger under her breast. “Finish the dream. Tell me what I did to you. Tell me how it made you feel. But first, sub, get your pretty hands off my ass and hold on to the headboard.”

  She squeezed my ass and grinned before listening. Little minx. Obeying the way she wanted to. It was no longer as frustrating as it used to be. At some point, her sass just became one more thing I enjoyed about her. I’d whip her for it later.

  “Now tell me what I did to you.”

  With her hands on my headboard, her breasts were thrust upward. As she began to speak, I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting as it swelled and hardened in my mouth.

  “Oh, God.”

  I bit her nipple. “You’re not talking.”

  “It’s hard to think.”

  “Start thinking or I stop. You can tell me the rest while kneeling on the carpet, and I’ll get myself off, not giving you a drop of me to enjoy while you go without.”

  “God. How do you make punishments sound sexy?”

  “It’s a gift.” I pinched her nipple and twisted. “Now tell me, and please, make my day and tell me your dream includes your nipples clamped.”

  “No.” She grinned and shook her head. “But I wish it would have.”

  It was good enough for me.

  “What did I do to you after I sucked your nipples?”

  “You ran your hands down my stomach, moved to my pussy. You tasted me, pushed my thighs apart and up to my chest. You held me immobile.”

  “What were your hands doing?”

  “Cuffed to the bed. Much like I’m holding on now.”

  “I’ll cuff you later.” It was a promise. I could also cuff her, throw away the key, and keep her chained to my bed forever. Tempting. “What else?”

  “You ate me, repeatedly, made me come so many times I lost count, just by using your mouth on me.”

  I moved down her body and glared. “Keep your hands still.” I shifted and pushed her thighs apart like she’d described. “This how I had you?”

  “Yes.” She was breathless. The sweet scent of her arousal intoxicated me. Seven in the morning and I was drunk on this woman. Her lips were hot pink, her clit swollen and peeking out from the hood.

  “What else did I to you? Did I use anything except my tongue?”

  “You used your fingers...” Her voice drifted off and a pink hit her cheeks, not from arousal.

  “Like this?” I pushed two into her and she clamped down on me, sucking me in deeper.

  She shook her head even while moaning my name. “No. You didn’t use them there.”

  Damn. She really was perfect for me. I rested my forehead against her lower stomach, continued running my fingers inside of her and around her clit. Teasing circles enough to torment but not get her off.

  “Did you like it?”

  She hesitated too long. My dirty girl wanted her ass taken, she was just too scared to ask for it.

  “Tell me, Little Bird,” I said, already moving my fingers down and backward until I was at her anus. I pressed against it, thrilled as her lips parted in pleasure.

  “It scares me.”

  “It should.” I pressed harder, not breaching her, but getting closer. “It should scare you. But I’ll make it feel good for you.”

  She tried to close her legs, prevented from the width of my shoulders still holding her apart. “I didn’t mean today.”

  “Too bad. I woke up today thinking of taking your ass. Sounds like we’re on the same page.”

  “Simon—”

  “Have I done anything you haven’t liked?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Then trust me. You’ll love this.” I pressed her legs far apart and planted her feet onto the bed. “Stay just like this for me.” Her knees up, her feet tucked at her ass, she was fully open to me.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “You telling me yellow?”

  She blinked harshly, as if the threat of pausing or needing a break terrified her. “You can always say it, Chloe.” I stood from the bed, distance between us. I wouldn’t force her, but push her past her boundaries? I wouldn’t be a good Dom if I didn’t.

  “No,” she whispered. “I’m not saying yellow.”

  “Good. That pleases me.”

  I walked around the bed, grabbed a condom and lube and then I went to a drawer filled with toys I’d bought to use with her. I found the small training plug first and quickly dismissed it. I grabbed a glass plug instead. Smaller than two inches in thickness, it wasn’t anywhere near as large as me. It’d stretch her and prepare her, but not hurt her too much for her first time. The heavy glass would make it feel larger, enough to keep her on edge.

  Items in hand, I turned back to the bed.

  “You listened perfectly,” I said, tossing the condom onto the bed. Her eyes watched my movements, and she flinched when I flicked open the bottle of lube. I was scaring her intentionally, mostly because she got off on it. A bit of fear helped spike the adrenaline and would keep her warm while I worked her over. “Now. I want you to grab your ankles and pull your legs back so you’re in a wide-open ball.”

  “Simon—”

  “The correct words
for you to use right now are ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘Yellow’.”

  She fought against the fear stamped clear on her face and slowly wrapped her hands around her ankles.

  “Good girl,” I praised and poured the lube onto my finger. When she was in position, I placed my finger against her puckered hole. Firm pressure but not breaching.

  “Your pussy gets wet every time I press here,” I said, watching my movements and her reactions to them. “Have anything to say about that?”

  “Feels good, sir. Still scared as hell, though.”

  “I know. I like that you’re afraid and still trusting me.” I glanced at her, made the connection she needed. I bent down and licked her clit. Her thighs shook and she tried to arch up closer to me but I stepped back.

  “Now, this will hurt less if you relax, take deep breaths and bear down when the pain gets intense.” I slowly slid my finger inside of her, stopping only when her abs tightened. “Relax, Little One.”

  Twisting my finger, I opened her, and pushed my finger in all the way.

  Her eyes were half-open, cloudy with desire. She was loving it. “How does it feel?”

  “Full. Strange.”

  “Need to stop?”

  She inhaled a heavy breath, shook her head, and exhaled. “No. I’m okay.”

  “You’re perfect.” I pulled out my finger and smacked her exposed ass. Then I spanked her again, three more times until her ass was red and warmed and she was whimpering. “Such a naughty little girl, aren’t you, Chloe?”

  “Only for you, sir.”

  Best four words, ever.

  “Good.” I picked up the plug, spinning it to check for chips. It was new and should be perfect, but it was important for me to always ensure anything I used on her was clean and working properly.

  “It looks really big and heavy.”

  I grinned at her. “It is. You’ll love it.”

  “I’m not so sure you’re right, sir.”

  “Then let’s be clear.” Certain the plug was clean and not chipped, I drizzled lube over it, talking to her without looking at her. “I’m going to plug your ass. This is glass, and it’s heavy. You’re going to feel full and I’m willing to bet another whipping with my belt you’ll want to come before I get it all the way in. Then, while your ass is full, I’m going to fuck your pussy. You’ll keep your hands wrapped around those bars until I tell you to remove them and you’ll scream so loud the neighbors may just call the cops. Understood?”

  A smirk appeared on her face. “When you put it like that, it’s hard to say no.”

  “Then don’t.”

  It wasn’t a command. I’d stop if she safe worded but she wouldn’t. Anal sex was taboo and good girls assumed only sluts and whores took it up their ass. But the ass was also filled with hundreds of nerves so orgasms were more powerful and lasted longer when done correctly.

  “Here we go.” I knelt on the bed closer to her. With my free hand, I ran it up and down her inner thighs and beneath them, warming her ass, which was already losing the red coloring from last night’s spanking. I continued rubbing her, soothing her, brushing a finger across her pussy as I moved so I kept her on the thin edge of relaxed and horny as hell.

  When her muscles relaxed and her breathing evened, I pressed the tip of the glass against her hole, covering both with more lube. “Remember what I said, relax and bear down. It will only hurt for a second and then be ready for me to fuck you into next week.”

  She laughed softly but gave no other response.

  “There you go,” I crooned as I massaged the plug into her. When she tensed, I ran circles around her clit. “Focus on my thumb,” I said, looking at her and watching her reaction. “Focus on the pleasure, it’ll help with the pain.”

  The trick with making anal sex enjoyable as anything else was to go slow the first few times.

  “Simon,” she breathed, her lips parted. Her eyes drifted closed and I tapped her clit, getting her attention.

  “Eyes stay open.”

  “It feels good, hurts, but doesn’t.”

  “I know. Keep your eyes open.” I worked the flared piece of glass in further and watched her. “Bear down now, Chloe. I’m at the widest part.”

  She groaned and cringed as I pushed, entering her slowly but with firm pressure. “I can’t.”

  I stopped playing with her clit and drizzled more lube on the plug and her opening. “You can and you will. You’re so sexy like this. Pussy dripping wet, ass slightly pink from my hand. I don’t even have you bound, and you’re taking all of it.”

  “You told me to hold on, sir.”

  “I know. But you could let go if you wanted to. You must like this more than you’re letting on.”

  Her eyes widened and I took her moment of surprise to thrust the plug in. She cried out and I continued spinning it in circles before pulling back on it.

  “All in. You did great, how do you feel?”

  “Full.”

  I arched a brow and smacked her ass, tugging on the plug. “Excuse me.”

  “Full, sir. Hot.”

  “Turned on?” Her arousal dripped from her pussy and slid down her crease.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You’ve earned an orgasm.”

  “I don’t think I can fit your dick, too.”

  “Who said I was going to use my dick?” Fucking hell. Since when did this sassy banter turn me on as a Dom? I briefly considered climbing over her, shoving my dick in her mouth while I ate her into oblivion but dismissed it. My cock was painfully hard and I wanted to sink inside her pussy, needing her as badly as I planned to make her need me.

  Without waiting for her response, I bent down and ate her. I didn’t build her up. I used my hands on her thighs, my thumbs to pull apart her folds and I dove in, teasing her clit with my teeth, driving her crazy with my tongue.

  She panted and writhed, unable to move much from her self-restrained hands and legs.

  “Keep holding your ankles, sub,” I commanded and dove back in. Her pussy clenched and she grew wet, her breaths short and harsh and when she came, she came screaming my name like I’d told her to last night, like I promised her she would earlier.

  While her body trembled beneath me, I continued licking her, keeping her orgasm going while I grabbed the condom I’d thrown onto the bed.

  I sheathed myself, and pulled away from her.

  “Now.” I climbed over her and wrapped my hands around her ankles. “Hands back on the bed frame and taste yourself on my mouth.”

  I dropped my lips to hers and kissed her, devoured her mouth like I’d devoured her pussy. As I was kissing her, getting lost her in her moans, I put my cock at her entrance and pushed in, forcing myself in with one long, painfully hard thrust.

  “Fuck!” she screamed, pulling her head back from me. “Ow.”

  “I know.” I was seated balls deep. “Damn it. You’re so fucking tight with your ass filled.”

  I gave her time to relax around me and get used to the heavy sensation.

  “Ready?”

  At her nod, I pulled out and slammed in again. “Fuck, I can feel the plug in you.”

  I sat up, changing the angle of my dick and pushed her legs open further. “You’re beautiful,” I grunted, beginning to fuck her slowly. Every time I hit the end of her, she shivered and moaned. She’d never been sexier to me. Open, filled, claimed now in every hole she had, and trusting me even though pain flickered at the edges of her eyes.

  “Please,” she said. “It hurts and feels good and God...Simon.”

  “I know. I feel the same way. Tell me when you’re close but don’t come until I tell you.”

  “I can’t hold it in.” I let go of an ankle and pinched her nipple. Hard. She gasped and her abs tightened. Then I twisted and pul
led until tears welled in her eyes. “You might not need the pain, but I know you fucking love it. And I know you love this. Your wet pussy, dripping and sucking my cock back into you tells me all I need.”

  “Please.” She gasped again. “Close.”

  “I know. I can feel your needy, hot cunt.”

  I fucked her harder, slamming into her before pulling out and repeating it all over again. Next time, I’d take her on all fours so I could rub her clit and tug on the plug while I screwed her. The sensations would overwhelm her and she’d thrash wildly beneath me.

  For now, I wanted something different.

  Bending over her, I growled in her ear. “Put your hands on me and keep your knees wide and open.”

  Her hot, smooth hands slammed to my back and it was her touch, her breath heating the side of my neck that threw me out of control.

  “Come when you need to, Chloe. I’m right behind you.”

  I barely got the words out before her nails dug into my skin. Pain seared my back, breaking my flesh, and made me insane. I fucked her hard. Quick thrusts, growling her name as my balls heated and tightened.

  I exploded into her as her pussy clenched down on me, sucking me in and not letting me go.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, rocking into her while her orgasm turned her wild. She screamed my name in my ear so loudly I grinned.

  Thank God the neighbors didn’t live too close.

  I held her close, her head in the crook of my neck, and bore my weight on my other arm until her breathing settled and I figured I could talk without making an ass of myself, say something like, “I love you and want you forever.”

  That’d be great. Fill her with hope only to crush her when reality settled.

  Fuck. I had to figure out a way to be with her.

  “You okay?” I asked, smoothing her hair with my palm. “Because I think you were fantastic.”

  She laughed softly, goose bumps from the adrenaline drop popping on her arms. “I’m not sure yet. Am I still on Earth? I feel like I just flew somewhere.”

  “Perfect answer. Can you roll over to your stomach? Get on your knees.”

  “I can’t go again.”

  I arched a brow. “You could if I told you to.” Her eyes widened in shock and fear. I kissed the tip of her nose and grinned. “But mostly, I just want to take the plug out and it’ll be easier for you in this position.”