by Cara Thereon
She wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed a little, his body rumbled beneath her as he groaned. He was hard and silky, the skin sliding as she moved up and down. Fluid oozed from the tip and she let her tongue dart out to taste that drop. He was a slightly bitter, incredibly earthy flavor on her tongue and she wanted more.
Coming to her knees above him, she grasped him at the base before her lips wrapped around him. More of his heady essence exploded in her mouth and she moaned. He gripped her thighs hard as she used her hands and mouth to pleasure him. The hoarse sounds coming from him and the thrust of his hips spurred her on faster. She let him slide down into her throat and swallowed until he arched.
Her entire focus stayed on pleasuring him, blocking out everything even the hard grip of his hands on her thighs. He tasted and felt so good in her mouth, all that hard strength hers to devour. Sliding a hand down to cup and fondle his balls, she enjoyed him to the fullest. She could do this; suck him down, all day. The taste of his cum, the slide of his skin, the way he pulsed in her mouth stoked her arousal.
The sudden slide of a tongue against her slit jolted her to awareness. She froze, his cock throbbing in her mouth, a lingering tingle dissipating between her thighs. When he did it again, she moaned around him. He slid from her mouth as she tossed a look over her shoulders. There he was, mischievous eyes peering just over her ass.
She arched a brow at him. “Aren’t I supposed to be serving you?”
He looped his arms around her thighs and maneuvered her until his lips brushed her when he spoke. “You are serving me. The feeling of your mouth is amazing, but I couldn’t just lie here with that sweet pussy temptingly close.”
The feel of his breath made her squirm. His mouth fastened to her cunt in a kiss that made her gasp. She pressed back against him as his tongue licked from one end to the other, teasing her with the gentle rasp. Her head dropped forward as he tasted her over and over.
When he stopped, she cried out. “Weren’t you doing something a minute ago? Keep going, don’t let me stop you.”
He smacked her hard on the ass before pulling her back to his mouth. It took everything she had to refocus on his cock, the quick movements of his tongue sweet torture. She engulfed the weeping head in her mouth, her mission to make him come before she did.
The play of his finger on her clit tested that determination, and she couldn’t stop the frantic rocking of her hips. Her climax hovered as the feeling of two fingers and his clever tongue pushed her closer.
“Come on, baby.” His breath teased her hot flesh. “I want you to let go.”
“You first,” she moaned, letting her tongue trail down the underside to his balls before licking a slow path around one than the other. She brought him deep into her mouth, applying the amount of suction she knew he needed. His balls drew up in her hand and she redoubled her efforts.
He smacked her butt again making her hum around him. “I’m in control here. And I want you to come right now.”
The feeling of his tongue spearing deep as expert fingers pinched hard at her nipple. He knew her well, and that pleasure-pain pushed her over. Her hips ground against his mouth, her body unraveling above him. She felt his tongue lap up all the cream that slipped from her, moaning and shuddering with each swipe.
She knew he sought to distract. Her climax rippling through her body didn’t deter her from pulling him over the edge with her. She continued sucking until he tensed, his back arching, and came in long jerks in her mouth. His essence slid down her throat, a sigh slipping from his lips as she sucked him dry.
Satisfied, she turned and draped her body over his. She licked the salt from his neck, smiling when he groaned weakly. Entwining their hands, she relaxed in his arms, them a tight circle around her.
“Next time, I’m going to tie you up and have my way with you.” She told him as they both drifted off to sleep.
Control
“Sweets, are you just going to leave me here?”
It was terrible, but Cheri found the suppressed anger in his voice arousing. She widened her eyes and smiled sweetly at him.
“I might,” she replied with an airy wave of her hand. “I might not.”
Luke growled, his amber colored eyes flashing. She tamped down the bubble of laughter that threatened to spill out as he yanked hard at the bonds around his wrists. They both knew he humored her by staying put, but she was confident the ties would hold him just a little longer.
He was delicious with his long black hair spread out on the pillow like that. His row sexual power invaded the room and even subdued he appeared larger than life. Unable to help herself, Cheri let her eyes take a slow stroll down his body. Those straight black brows, that full bottom lip, and his hard jaw appealed to her.
Deceptively lean, the muscles beneath his swarthy skin spoke of graceful power that could explode quickly into action. Strength echoed even in his rapidly filling cock. His heated gaze of as he returned her frank stare made her shiver.
She could almost believe she was truly in control right then.
But Cheri knew exactly what Luke was; wild creature pretending captivity. The blood red silk ropes wound tight around his wrists and ankles binding him to the posts of the bed. At the way his biceps flexed, she knew he constantly tested the strength and gauged how easily he could slip from them. He’d been in a deep sleep when she tied him up, her desire to control him too strong to pass up the chance. Their mutual pleasure always stayed under his control, but this time she wanted to guide things. This was her chance to play.
The power surging through her had her licking her lips. Heady and arousing, she felt like a vixen. The possibilities felt limitless, though at the moment she was consumed with the desire to follow the line of black hair that marched down his stomach. Right to the prize standing like a pillar between his thighs. She felt her body sway toward his before she managed to shake away some of the sexual haze that swept over her.
He laughed and something deep in her womb clenched. “I know what you want, Cheri. Let me go and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
That seductive voice promised erotic things, and for a beat she wanted to give it. But that meant doing things his way. Shaking her head, she took a step back. She did ache for him; she always ached for him. It was like a hot throb that demanded the promise of his filling, but she ignored it. “I want to make you feel better.”
One dark eyebrow arched high, almost mocking with its straightness. She took another step back, conscious of the flex of his arms as they tested the bindings again. They just needed to hold a bit longer.
Satisfied they’d do the trick, Cheri turned away and walked the few feet to the dresser. His intake of breath when she bent at the waist reminded her of both her nudity and arousal. She was sure he could see it glistening like a beacon on her thighs, her pussy just visible. The bang of the posts on the wall confirmed her thoughts.
“Come here, Sweets.” Low, suggestive, and so tempting was his voice.
She straightened shaking her head as she did. “I’ll come when I want to.”
Her hands were filled with the things she would use. Walking slowly back to the bed, she climbed up and straddled his waist. The heavy weight of his sex settled against her back and bottom, his hips lifting just a little. Gritting her teeth, she ignored that need to have him inside of her and focused on the doing this right.
She felt his eyes on her breasts as she leaned forward to place the things on pillow beside him. The sharp crinkle of his brow told her he noted one item in particular that she sat down. Bright purple, thick, and phallus shaped there was no mistaking the object. She could see from the narrowing of his eyes that he was speculating about its use.
Leaning forward, she brought her face inches from his. Close enough to see the green that ringed his irises, Cheri let her breasts press full into his chest. Lust swirled in his eyes, stark and delicious. He relaxed beneath her, obviously confident that he would get his way. Or maybe, she thought, he en
joyed her being in charge just a little bit.
“Now we’re going to do what I want so you be still.” She took his mouth in a slow kiss that seemed in direct contrast to the urgency thrumming through him. Cheri fed off his tension, there in the hard grip of his hands on the binds and in the tight coil of energy that was his body beneath hers.
Without breaking their lips, she lifted her bottom as though she meant to seat herself on him. Denying him that she reached for the object beside him and slid it between her thighs. She released his lips and groaned as it filled her up. It wasn’t the same as having him, but there was a lesson here and he needed to learn it. Leaning away, she rose up on her knees over him and spread her legs wide so he could watch as the purple dildo slipped between her lips.
“No fair.” He tugged at the ropes, grunts of arousal and anger mingling with her soft cries. “I can do better than that.”
She didn’t doubt he could, but as she moved the toy out and pushed it back, it wasn’t lost on her how closely he watched. It excited him, she could hear in his breathing. The bed rattled and she speed up her thrusting. Without breaking her rhythm she swooped down and sucked one of his erect nipples into her mouth. She bit down hard on the nub making him arch into her. Swirling her tongue quickly to soothe the sting, she sucked until he moaned low in his throat. She moved over to the other nipple giving it similar treatment.
Looking up into his eyes, she whispered, “Let’s see if I can make you come in my mouth at the same time I come on this toy.”
Moving her lips down his body gave her the time to taste his skin as the pleasure rose for her. Her hair tickled his stomach and his body jerked as she moved lower. He was so hard and she didn’t want to waste time. Placing a hand on his thigh to steady herself, she touched her tongue to the tip of him. He groaned low as she licked him once before slipping her mouth over him. Using lips, teeth, and tongue she set a rhythm that had him moving his hips. That same rhythm played out in the slide of the toy between her legs. It didn’t take long before she was lost in that pleasure; the way he tasted in her mouth and the pleasure of the toy hitting that perfect spot.
Fabric ripping filled the air. Her fun was over, but when Luke hauled her up by her hair and pulled her into a bruising kiss, Cheri didn’t feel as angry about it as she should.
“My turn.” His voice was liquid heat, pouring all over her inflamed senses.
He reached between her legs and pulled the toy away, tossing it carelessly to the ground. She made to protest his actions, but found herself positioned and impaled on his cock. Her body took all of his, and she gasped at the way he filled her.
“No more teasing, Sweets.” He said as he held her hips still allowing him to thrust into her. “This is better.” He grunted as he moved harder. “Say it’s better.”
“Yes,” she cried in a throaty voice as she braced her hands on his shoulder. “It’s better.”
The way his eyes snagged and held hers captive, the way he controlled each stroke, and the way he possessed her was so good. Their lips locked in a fierce kiss. And maybe, just
Yes, Sir
With her eyes downcast, she appeared submissive, but he knew by the set of her shoulders that she was far from it. The smirk on her lips said it, too. Her defiance was there in the way she pitched her voice, high and silky.
“How may I serve you?”
She was joking just as she’d been earlier when she mentioned wanting to play these roles. This wasn’t play to him and he’d show her exactly how serious, and good, it could be. If she wanted to play, he’d take it all the way.
He grasped her chin, impressed that she managed to keep her eyes down. “Call me master.”
Her eyes flew up to his at the sharp command. He knew from the way her pupils dilated that she wanted this more than she let on. This was hard for her, letting go of control, but he knew how much she needed it.
The struggle on her face amusing, but he knew better than to show it. She chewed her lower lip, sucking the gloss off as she held his gaze. He knew the moment she lowered her eyes what decision she’d make. His smile spread across his face when she let the word tumble from her lips in a rush of sound.
A shake of his head signaled his displeasure. He took hold of her braid and pulled her head back. With every ounce of authority he possessed, he asked again, “Say it again, love. Mean it.”
She gasped, her breathing labored as she felt the weight of his command. He watched the line of her throat as she swallowed; her body quivered in his hands, before offering in a husky voice. “Master.”
Satisfaction raced through his blood. He brushed his lips against her. “Again.”
“Master.” Her movements became restless as she softened for him. She was needy now and he knew she didn’t understand why
Their eyes stayed locked as he stroked her cheek and waited. Heat jumped between them uninhibited. He trailed his hand down to grasp at the nape of her neck. Standing, he brought her face close to the front of his jeans, his cock hard just behind it. Her tongue darted out and he bit back a groan at the way her face shifted with want.
When she lifted her eyes to his again, passion was reflected there. Anticipation making those black depths and endless pool of need.
She lifted her hands to his zipper, but tugged on the short hairs at her nape, stopping her. “Still trying to lead, huh?”
She looked up at him in frustration, but didn’t say anything. This was about submission to his desires, when he decided. She still needed to learn that. Keeping a firm hand in her hair, he loosened his jeans and pushed them to his thighs. He was beyond hard, the sight of her kneeling, her eyes supplicating, did it for him.
“Say please, love.”
Her eyes narrowed, but another tug of her hair had her gasping. She liked a little pain with her pleasure.
There was a moment’s hesitation before she acquiesced. “Please, let me taste you… Master.”
She let him guide her to him, all resistance drained away. Her mouth opening, her eyes downcast, her compliance all had him harder than he thought possible. He’d enjoy teaching her.
Letting Him In
The lamplight cast shadows on his bare chest, lit in some places and hinting at the fine musculature in other. He sat on the edge of the bed, knees spread, waiting for her to obey his command. The command, deceptively easy when issued from his lips, seemed to pour like lead over her body, rooting her in place.
His mouth tightened, pressing into the fullness into a thin line. The way his eyes narrowed, scanning her from head to toe as though assessing her. Her skin chilled then heated under that steady gaze. She wanted to fidget, bounce on her toes, move away, but she stayed put.
“I won’t repeat myself.” He didn’t raise his voice, but he didn’t need to. The soft words rang with a command that mobilized her limbs and sent her moving across the room to him.
She stopped when she was within touching distance of him. He scanned her body again. This close she could see the way his eyes darkened with arousal, and felt an answering pulse at that look. She knew, believed he’d take care of her, and that sent a feeling of genuine warmth through her.
A firm hand wrapped around her waist, guiding her forward, and positioning her over his knee. Her hands grasped at the bed, at his legs, at anything to hold herself as she tipped upside down, her ass pushed high into the air. She felt his hand caress a path down the line of her spine then rest on the round curve of her butt. Her heart fluttered at the way his hands kneaded her. His touch was proprietary, possessive, and thorough as it mapped out her flesh.
“I want you to repeat everything I say without hesitation. Understand?”
She nodded her agreement, but gasped when his hand came down hard on her bare ass. It stunned her, that first impact. The pain, a sharp sting as opposed to anything excruciating, still sizzled up her spine like a light. She found herself trying to squirm away, but he hooked a hand over her back, holding her in place.
He waited until she
relaxed against his leg before smacking the same spot much harder than the first time. “I didn’t hear you,” his voice came as hard as the blow.
“Yes!” She whimpered.
“Good.” His hands rubbing over her skin eased the sting. “Now, repeat: You are beautiful.”
The lump in her throat made it impossible to squeeze the words out. She couldn’t understand why he started with that sentence. Her hesitation earned her a series of smacks, each harder than the last.
She sucked in a shuddering breath when he stopped. “I am beautiful.”
Nimble fingers stroked and kneaded both cheeks, pulling them apart and dipping between so quickly she thought she dreamed the caress. “Your past doesn’t control you.”
A shiver coursed through her. He saw deeper than she realized. That frightened her, but she repeated the words in a rush.
“There is nothing wrong with you.” He said it so calmly, as though it took nothing for her to speak those words.
Did she really believe that? Deep down, she wasn’t so sure. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. “There… there…”
The moment her words faltered, the slaps began. He was merciless then, starting a tattoo of sound that resonated in her mind, in her heart. Over and over until something splintered in her chest and a terrible sob welled up inside her, spilling out in hot tears. Faster and harder he went until she felt that wall crumple, leaving her open and throbbing and totally wrecked. There was no hiding from the pain; the one flaming across her skin and the one pulsing inside her chest. She rocked under the weight of his blows and sobbed uncontrollably.