by CA Quigg
My hips tilt forward, searching for him, begging for him, and the first signs of an orgasm coils low in my belly.
He releases my hair and slides his hand around the base of my throat, pushing my head against the door, but as powerful as he is, I trust he won’t hurt me.
“Would you like it if I shoved my cock so far down your throat you gagged?”
Moisture drenches my bikini bottoms, and my spine curves, crushing my breasts against his chest.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I nod my consent, and he gives a warm laugh that all but curls my toes and makes every hair stand on end.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir, more than ready. I’ve been ready.”
“I want to see your fingers deep inside your pussy. I want to see you finger fuck yourself, but if you come without my permission, you’ll regret it.”
I lean against the wall to stop my boneless legs buckling. I’m not sure I can do what he wants. “You’re asking a lot, Sir.”
His eyes darken, and he steps forward, pressing his hard body against mine. He lowers his mouth to my ear, and says “I want your fingers buried deep inside that sweet little pussy of yours. Get on the bed and open yourself up so I can see how wet you are for me. How much you want me.”
He backs me up until my legs hit off the mattress. I can do this. I can show him I’m a woman who’s confident in her sexuality and that I’m worth the million dollars he paid for me.
He steps away. I kick off my jean shorts and bikini bottoms, then whip my tank top and bikini top over my head.
“You have a body made for punishment.”
He brushes his fingertips down my stomach, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake, and when he reaches my bikini bottoms, he plucks the waistband and releases, so it snaps against my skin. “Everything off.”
Keeping eye contact with him, I reach behind my back, and despite my fumbling fingers, I manage to untie my top and throw it to the floor. Bryant smacks the sides of my breasts with his fingertips, wrenching thick, husky moans from my throat.
“I’m going to pinch your nipples until they’re red and swollen. Then you’re going to do what I asked. After that I’m going to fuck that virgin pussy of yours so hard, you’ll be sore for days.”
Finally. “Yes, Sir.”
“Are you wet for me? Is your clit swollen and hard?” He lowers his head and moves his stubbled chin back and forth over my distended nipples. “Tell me.”
“I—”
He pinches my nipples and draws them away from my body before sharply releasing them. It hurts, but I crave even more of the torturous pain.
The ache between my thighs grows deeper, darker, and more insistent. I try to talk, to tell him that, yes, I’m wet for him, and, that, yes, my clit is swollen. But all I can only manage is to gasp and pant.
“Tell me.”
I wrap my fingers around his wrist, and say, “Why don’t you find out for yourself, Sir?”
“You’re all kinds of trouble, aren’t you?”
“A million dollars’ worth of trouble,” I say and giggle.
He kneels in front of me and smooths his nose over the front of my bikini bottoms. “I can smell how turned on you are.” His teeth nip at my inner thighs, and I hold onto his shoulders to stop falling to the floor.
It would be so easy for him to hook his fingers beneath the sodden fabric and pull it to one side, to give me some relief, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he shifts until his lips are in line with my clit. I’m already on the brink, and it won’t take much from him to push me over.
He presses his face against the soaked fabric between my legs and inhales deeply. “Perfect.”
Fuck . I grind against his mouth, and he laughs, the vibrations pushing me closer to climax. But then, he moves away from me so fast, I wobble. This might be fun for him, but it’s as frustrating as all hell for me.
He grabs the stool from beside the vanity table, places it by the bed and sits. “Bottoms off.”
More than a little pissed that his face is no longer between my thighs, I ask, “Aren’t you getting undressed?” I purposely leave out Sir.
“It’s not your place to question me. Are you forgetting our conversation from the other day?”
He spreads his legs, and I can’t help but stare at the hard-on straining against his jeans.
“Panties off now. And the next time you don’t address me the correct way, you’ll pay.”
His words sound strained, and the nerves ticking in his cheek tell me how much this affects him. Good.
“If you want to wrap your pussy around my cock, do everything I say.”
“Fine, Sir” I hook my fingers into the waistband of my bikini bottoms and slide them off.
“Tell me what this is doing to you?”
I bite my lip and look away from his penetrating gaze.
“I’m waiting. And I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
The rough edge in his voice tells me if I want this to continue I have to answer him.
I position myself so I’m standing between his legs. “I’m soaking wet.” I grab his hand and place it against my pussy. “I want to come on your mouth and on your fingers.” The heel of his hand touches off my clit, and I jerk forward. “I want to come with you inside of me.”
I drop his hand, get on the bed, and prop myself up on a pile of pillows. I sneak another peek at the bulge in his jeans. I want him, want to see him, want to taste him.
He cups a hand over his dick. “If you want this, spread your legs and do as I ask.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I bend my legs at the knees and let them fall onto the mattress, exposing myself to his searing gaze. A tremor of embarrassment makes me want to close my legs again, makes me want to burrow beneath the covers, but I won’t. Tomorrow, I go back to the real world, back to my dad’s never-ending oppression, and I want to be able to look back on this week and know I grabbed every second of enjoyment I could.
“Open yourself up. Let me see what’s waiting for me.”
My chest rises and falls rapidly. I lower my hands and spread wet my folds, allowing him to see how slick and swollen I am. I watch him, needing to see his reaction. Needing to see if this affects him as much as it affects me. It does. He blows out a loud breath as he continues to palm his cock through his jeans.
“You were definitely made for sin.”
My inner walls clench at the rawness in his voice.
“It’s my turn to see you, Sir. Take your clothes off.” I drag my wet fingertips up to my breasts.
He smiles. “Soon.”
“You’re not playing fair, Sir,” I say with a pout.
“Who said I had to?”
I stroke the flat of my palms back and forth over my nipples, teasing and tempting myself. Cupping a breast in one hand, I lift it to my mouth and flick my tongue over the tight tip.
Bryant’s jaw flexes, and his neck muscles tense tripwire tight. “Bite and suck your nipple until it aches.” He shifts on the stool, and his eyes focus on my movements. “And, finger your pussy until you’re ready to explode.”
One of my hands anchors my breast in my mouth, and I suck the throbbing nipple. I’m not sure what turns me on more—pleasuring myself or having Bryant watch. I trail the fingers of my other hand across my mound and then trace one finger up and down my folds. I’ve only ever used one finger on myself before, and I only ever slid it just inside, but he wants more than that.
Bryant clenches his fists as if he’s restraining himself. I hope this is killing him. Hope it’s taking every ounce of his willpower not to pin me to the bed and fuck me hard and fast.
Parting my folds, I dip my middle finger into my wet heat and slowly, oh so slowly, slide as far as the second knuckle. My hips jut forward, and I slide my finger deeper. On a moan, my breast slips from my mouth.
I bring my fingers to my pulsing clit and circle and pinch. The throbbing beat of my orgasm expands
and pushes outwards.
The voice in my head warns me to stop, but I’m too close. I angle myself so I can watch my finger glide in and out of my body, and every so often, I catch a glimpse of Bryant’s rapt expression. He’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Arousal surges through my hips and belly and up to my nipples. I gasp for air, and my heart hammers so hard I think it’ll burst through my ribcage.
An all-encompassing orgasm crashes into me, drowning me, devouring me. I scream and moan and writhe, plunging my finger deeper. My nerve endings sizzle and my clit flutters, sending me into orbit—I never want to come down, never want this to end.
When the tsunami of my climax subsides to waves, and when the waves subside to ripples, I sag forward and ease my finger out of my tight channel.
I’m barely aware of Bryant kneeling on the bed until his hands grip my hair and he yanks my head up.
“I instructed you not to come, didn’t I?” He flashes me a triumphant smile as if my disobeying him is what he wanted along.
“I didn’t mean to. It jus—”
“Get up on your knees.” He releases his hold and I get into the requested position.
His treatment should mortify me, make me recoil, but it doesn’t. The harsher he is, the more I want.
He stands, tugs up the hem of his t-shirt, and as he does, I hold my breath.
The day on the beach when he rescued me is the last time I saw his chest. The man is flawless—chiseled out of marble. God definitely threw away the blueprints when he designed Bryant Sinclair.
A light smattering of hair covers his chest, and a fine trail disappears under the waistband of his jeans. My fingers curl, itching to scrape down his washboard abs and over his tapered waist, to scratch his skin, to bite, taste, suck.
He reaches into his back pocket, produces a strip of condoms, and tosses them onto the bed beside me. With a flick of his hand, he unbuttons his jeans and unzips his fly, and his cock springs free. My mouth and pussy water. This! This is what I’ve been waiting for. His cock is huge, and I want it inside me.
“I’m going to shove my dick in your mouth and down your throat. When you gag and cry out, don’t think I’ll stop. This is what happens when you disobey.”
I nod, unable to tear my gaze from his rigid hardness.
“Look at me,” he demands.
Sweat slicks my skin, and I blow strands of damp hair out of my face before meeting his gaze.
“Did you enjoy coming without my permission?” Now fully naked, he kneels on the bed and curves his hand around the nape of my neck. He hauls me forward and rubs the tip of his cock around my open mouth, outlining my lips with droplets of salty pre cum.
“Did you, Sir?” I grasp his thighs and suck the flared head of his cock into my mouth. The silk covered steel tastes delicious, and just as Tanya instructed, I swirl my tongue around the tip. Sucking dick is nothing like sucking a banana.
He holds on to the sides of my head and drives his cock deep until the muscles of my throat contract, and I gag. Tears sting my eyes, and I try to draw back, but his grip is too strong.
“I’m asking the questions,” he says, punctuating every word with a thrust. Low moans that seem to come from his toes erupt from him. “What did you think about when your finger was buried inside your cunt?” He pulls his glistening cock from my mouth, bringing ribbons of saliva with it.
“I thought about you,” I sob. “I thought about how it’s going to feel when you finally fuck me. How it’s going to feel when I come on your cock and not my finger.”
“Good girl.” He plunges his engorged erection into my mouth again, muffling my moans. The pressure in my pelvis begins to build, and I move a hand to my slit and stroke and stroke and stroke.
He pulls himself from my mouth and grabs one of my nipples, stretching and twisting the tight bud until I cry out.
“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”
“But I need to come again.”
“I haven’t decided if you get to come again tonight.” He frees my nipple, and I sag forward with a gasp. “I’ve other plans for you.” He wraps a fist around his cock and slaps the flared head against my open lips.
I skim my tongue over him and catch more delicious pre cum.
“Fuck me now, and I’ll do whatever you want.” I sound pathetic, but I don’t care.
He chuckles and tips my chin up. “You’re going to do whatever I want anyway.”
He forces me back against the pillows and kneels between my bent legs. His long, thick fingers slick through my drenched folds, and he slips one inside of me. His finger is much thicker than mine, and I love the full feeling.
“You’re so fucking tight and wet.”
With excruciating slowness, he drives his finger in and out. My hips buck, and I ride his finger. His strokes intensify until the roughness of his touch borders on painful. I gasp and moan, and my inner walls clamp around him.
Even though the stars call to me, and my body quivers on the edge of climax, I hold on to my sanity with everything I have. No way, no how am I going to come again without Bryant’s consent.
“Your tight little pussy likes getting finger fucked, doesn’t it?”
He twists his finger, and my head lolls back.
“Please, please, please can I come?”
“No,” he says and abruptly removes his finger. “Get up.” He pulls me up using my hair and repositions me like a ragdoll until I’m on all fours.
His hand comes down on my thighs in a series of stinging slaps, but he doesn’t hit the same spot twice, which means I can’t tense myself against each subsequent blow. Heat radiates outwards, and I want more, more, more, more.
“God, don’t stop.”
“What was that?” He slaps his fingers against my clit and pussy and I wince.
“Sir. I mean, don’t stop, Sir.”
I ache for him to fill me, to fuck me, to take my virginity. He reaches around and squeezes my breasts, digging his fingertips into the sensitive flesh.
“You’re a dirty, dirty girl, aren’t you.”
I moan my reply. His strong hands separate my butt cheeks, and he hits the head of his cock against my tight hole, creating wickedly dark sensations.
“You have no idea how much I’d like to fuck you in the ass. Sink my cock into your snug hole.”
The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Now, Sir. Do it now. I’m begging you.”
“You want me to fuck your ass before I fuck your pussy? Not going to happen. Turn around. It’s time to spread you wide and fuck you senseless.”
At last . When I roll over, he folds my legs at the knees and pushes them to my chest.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” The pads of his fingers dig into the tender skin at the back of my thighs.”
I gaze into his hooded eyes and attempt to put what I want into words. “I want… I…”
He pinches my clit between his knuckles and squeezes. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
I ball the sheets between my fingers and clench my teeth. “Take my virginity. Fuck me until you explode. Until I explode. Pull my hair, slap my tits, and my thighs. Hold my throat, call me names.”
“You only had to ask.”
He grabs a condom packet, rips the foil, and slides the latex over his cock. Holding my feet, he splays my legs and nudges the smooth head of his cock against my opening. Waiting for him to slide into my warmth leaves me a delirious, straining mess.
“Mine,” he grits out before ramming his rock-hard cock into me as if staking his claim.
My tight muscles quake around him and my heartbeat matches every plunge and retreat. I glance down and watch his cock, now slick with my arousal, power in and out of my pussy. This is how my first time is supposed to be, and it’s supposed to be with him and no one else.
My back bows, thrusting my hips and breasts higher. He rewards each breast with a sharp smack, and he twists my sensitive nipples past the point of pain. Without
missing a beat, he drapes my legs over his thighs and wraps an arm around my waist, and he hauls me up until our bodies collide. I clasp his biceps and dig my nails into his flexed muscles.
“You’re in so much fucking trouble.”
Hoarse groans break from his mouth, and he slams me against the headboard, pounding into me hard enough to bruise my flesh. With each thrust, the root of his cock hits off my tender clit, bringing me closer to orgasm.
“I need to come, Sir. Please. Please.”
“Not yet.” He wraps a hand around the base of my throat and gives a light squeeze. “I’ll tell you when.”
My muscles shake and shudder and I know it’s too late. Time stops and my climax slams into me, racking my body, shattering my mind. My head falls back, but Bryant’s fingers ensnare my tangled hair and bring me to him.
When his lips find mine, I scream into his mouth, biting and sucking his tongue. And I ride him hard, giving him every piece of me. Giving him my heart and soul as well as my body.
“You disobeyed me again.” A growl rumbles from his chest. “Now I’m going to fuck you like the dirty little girl you are.”
His movements grow fast, frenzied, and out of control. His hips jackhammer against mine. Grunts and groans tumble from his lips, and his shaft grows harder, thicker, more demanding.
His gorgeous face contorts as if in pain, and he hisses out a string of curses.
Arching his back, he gives a tortured moan, and when he comes, I felt every twitch and every jolt of his release.
Our movements slow, our harsh breaths mingle, and our hearts hammer in crazy time together.
He gathers me in his strong arms and lowers me to the bed.
“You’re something else,” he says between heavy breaths. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay.”
And I am. My first time was thrilling and enlightening. Everything and more.
This week has given me more freedom and power than I’ve ever known.
From now on, no one and especially not my dad, will control me or tell me what to do. Never again. Going back to the real world and leaving this luxury and him behind will be hard, but I can’t stay here forever and pretend there aren’t things I have to face.