by Marie Harte
She wanted to see what he had up his sleeve, so she shrugged. “Make me.”
His satisfied grin and the speed with which he moved told her he’d planned to make her, one way or the other. “Now you’re mine. Every fucking inch of you. You don’t like what I’m doing, you say red, and I stop. Because the word ‘no’ means nothing from here on out. You get me?”
“I—”
“What’s your safe word?”
Safe word. Jesus. “R-red.”
“Right. Hearing that will stop me dead on.” He chuckled, his eyes mean, the bulge between his legs enormous. And all for her. “Take off your clothes but keep the heels on.”
“Perv.”
“It’s like you’re begging to be spanked.”
“And ass-fucked. Don’t forget that,” she snapped, playing the brat as she undressed.
His eyes gleamed. “As if I could.” He cupped himself, and she knew that huge cock would be a tight fit no matter how lubed she was.
“You’d better not hurt me.” Nerves of steel…
His humor faded. “I will. But it’ll hurt oh-so-good, baby. You’ll be begging me to fuck your ass before we’re done.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He scowled. “Get on your knees.”
She did, watching without blinking as he gripped her by the hair and slowly unfastened his pants. He opened them only to expose his boxer-briefs hiding that monster cock. Then he slid his shaft through the slit in his underwear. The moisture beading at his tip enthralled her.
“Be a good girl and lick me dry, baby. And remember, the answer I want to hear is ‘Yes, Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir.” She let him grip her hair and pull her closer. Then she opened her mouth and licked him. Salty, sweet, and all Mike.
“More.” He pulled her closer, so that his cockhead entered her mouth.
The forceful action aroused her like crazy. As did the notion he wouldn’t let her pull away unless she used her safe word. If she could manage it around his cock. The thought amused and aroused her further. Who knew his caveman tactics could be so arousing?
“Suck it, girl. Get me nice and thick so when I’m ramming up your ass you can feel it.”
She moaned around him and sucked, pleased to hear him panting as he jerked in small movements, giving her no more than the tip of him while he fucked her mouth.
“Now cup my balls. Feel how hard I am.”
She caressed him through his underwear, wanting to feel him naked on her palms.
“Let go.”
She pulled back, still on her knees, and stared up at him when he yanked her head back by the hair. The small bite of pain felt shockingly good.
He watched her then nodded. “Take off my clothes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His eyes darkened.
She pulled his underwear over his cock and down his legs, along with his pants. When he was naked, she looked up to see his feet spread, his balls above her.
“Suck them.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Wanting to make him lose his mind, she kissed her way up his thighs and sucked on every part of him she could reach while giving him a hand job sure to end in an explosive orgasm.
That he allowed it gave her back the power, a heady rush at the thought he couldn’t help himself around her. She should have known he wouldn’t let her finish him, though.
“Naughty girl,” he said on a moan. “Did Master tell you to jerk him off?”
“No, Sir.”
“You need to be punished.” He sounded way too enthused about the idea and yanked her up by the hair. A little too hard.
“Ow. Jeez, Mike. That—”
He spun her around and smacked her ass.
“Damn it. I—”
He smacked her again, then again. Repeatedly. And the pain started to feel…good?
Too weird.
Mike wasn’t finished. He pushed her forward onto the bed. His rough handling simultaneously aroused and scared her.
“Mike?”
“No, baby. That’s Sir.” He handled her like a doll, attaching her wrists to restraints tied to the posts of the bed while she remained belly-down. “Now remember, you don’t like this, you know what to say. But I really think you should give it a chance before you stop us.” He kissed his way down her back and lingered over her ass, massaging her cheeks and nipping them until she couldn’t stop squirming against the bed. “Besides, you owe me.”
“I owe you?”
He bit her buttock. “I owe you, Sir.”
She moaned. “I owe you…Sir?”
“Better.” He spread her cheeks wide then kissed her there, and the sensation had her grinding against the bed.
She hadn’t realized how sensitive she would be.
“Yeah. You had me hard through the movie, rubbing against my cock. And then nearly jacking me off just now. What a bad girl. You need a good assfucking, don’t you?”
She had a hard time believing any of this to be real. Mike was totally into dominating her, and she was right there with him. Loving every second of it. Excited over the taboo turn their night had taken, she nodded. “Yes, Sir. I do.”
He mounted her on the bed, lying over her from head to toe. “You really do. But first I need to get really hard.”
As if the poker against her ass wasn’t ramrod stiff enough.
He nudged her thighs wide, angled her hips up, then inched into her pussy. The sensation of being filled while covered… indescribable. Then he reached around them and fingered her clit.
She tried to get him to put more of himself inside her, wriggling to seat him deeper. But he held still, playing with her clit and driving her insane.
He nipped her neck and whispered, “You want a good fuck? How bad, girl?”
“So bad, Sir. God, fuck me. I need you in me,” she begged, not too proud.
He thrust hard, and she neared her end, on the narrow edge of climax. He stopped moving and continued to pluck her clit. One more touch and she seized around him, bucking and crying out, caught in the restraints, under him.
“What a naughty girl,” he whispered as he continued to rub her. “Coming without permission.”
“Mike,” she moaned. “Sir.”
He withdrew from her body and rested against her ass, still thick and hard. Then he nudged between her cheeks and inserted just the tip of himself inside her. “Shit, girl,” he swore. “You’re going to be so tight. But not yet.”
Mike left her lying like a limp rag and returned moments later. She heard the buzz of her vibrator. “Now let’s fill you up, hmm?” He eased it inside her already slick pussy. But then he withdrew it and started playing with her ass. Rimming her, inserting it in small bits.
The pleasure shocked her because she hadn’t expected any of it. And she wanted more.
He pulled the toy away, and when he put it back moments later, it slid easily against her.
“I lubed it, don’t worry.” He groaned. “God, you have a perfect ass. I’m fucking hard as hell waiting to take you.”
She arched her hips up, thrusting her ass out at him. He stroked her flank while pushing the vibrator inside her. The buzz felt odd enough, but when he moved the toy deeper, she felt the first prick of pain.
“Easy. Push out while I push in. Okay?”
She nodded but couldn’t help tensing. Even when he removed it then inserted just the tip again, she braced for pain.
Mike slapped her ass. “I said push out. Do it.”
She did as asked, noting the ease with which the toy slid inside her this time. He must have added more lube. The toy moved deeper, and she felt more fullness.
“Push out, damn it,” Mike urged.
She did. Then it slid home, vibrating inside her while stretching her.
“Fuck yeah.” He left it there and circled to her head. He knelt beside her, holding himself. “I want you to suck my balls. Come on, baby. Reach.”
She had to lift her head, but then he was there, jerking
off while she licked and did her best to suck him into her mouth. His groans, the fullness in her ass, the naughty decadence of it all took her to another plane altogether.
“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Fuck, that’s so good.”
“Mmm.”
He finally pulled away and moved behind her again. She knew he was there but was lost in the ecstasy building in her once more. Then he removed the vibrator and drizzled lube against her anus. He used a finger to slick her up until she was so slippery she felt absolutely no pain from the large digit in and out of her.
“I’m coming in, Maria. I need you.” Mike removed his finger, mounted her, and started to enter her. His cock felt huge as he moved deeper into her ass, but he made sure to be gentle.
She gasped. “So big.”
“Yeah. All in you. I’m going to come so hard,” he rasped as he continued to enter her. A slow, steady thrust that finally ended with him balls deep up her ass. “Fuck me. Oh fuck.” He swore as he withdrew, trembling, then pushed forward once more.
In increments, he took her until his speed and intensity had him hammering inside her while she cried out for more. Begging him. She hadn’t thought he could get her there, but she was desperate for him to come. To feel the way she had just moments ago.
He quickened his pace, his breath raspy. Then he swore and shuddered as he released inside her.
“Maria. Baby, yeah.” After a moment of stillness, he withdrew, then pushed inside again and moaned her name, continuing to thrust, still taking her while he grew softer. He finally pulled out and kissed her, and she realized he’d been wearing a condom. “Be right back.”
He returned to clean her up. But instead of releasing her from her bonds and cuddling with her, he freed her wrists, turned her onto her back, and retied her.
She watched him move around, amazed that even flaccid, the man was hung like a horse. And he’d had that thing up her ass. Oh man, what if she’d had an accident or something? She’d been so caught up in the moment she hadn’t thought about it, but she was thinking now.
“Don’t worry. I used soap to make sure I don’t taste like latex for you.” He winked at her embarrassment. “That way when I’m deep in your pussy or coming down your throat, you know I’m clean.”
“More?” she croaked, done in by the man who’d made her beg.
“Hell yeah. I don’t think you’ve had your daily protein drink, have you?” He laughed when she groaned. “And I’m jonesing for a sweet dessert myself. Some tasty pussy. Maybe I should get some now.”
He tossed the rag aside and knelt between her legs, yet he didn’t do anything but stare at her as he sat back on his heels.
“What?”
“You okay?” he asked, his voice gruff. “You sounded into it, and you didn’t use your safe word. But…” He studied her entire body. “You’re so much smaller than me. I don’t want to really hurt you. I’d never do that.”
You will if you break my heart. “Don’t worry, studly. I can take all you have to dish out.”
He raised a brow and put his hands on his hips, bringing her attention back to that thick part of him. “Dish out, Sir.” He shook his head. “Still needing to be punished. I guess that assfucking wasn’t enough. Maybe I’ll have to give you a few more orgasms before gagging you on my cock. Think that might help?”
“Oh, yes, Sir.”
He smirked. “They aren’t going to be easy orgasms, baby. Now let’s see how many more times I can make you beg.”
Chapter Eight
“You sure are walking funny,” Olivia said to Maria the following Thursday, a big grin on her face. “Big brother putting you through your paces?” For once Olivia and Maria had a free day during the week. One best spent getting a tan.
“You’re not that funny. I strained a muscle running, not from sex,” Maria muttered as she followed her best friend on the beach, trying not to bobble the many chairs and cooler she’d been forced to carry. Walking in sand wasn’t that easy to do without all the crap in her hands. “How long are you going to blackmail me anyway?” Apparently brother and sister had a thing about indentured servitude. Mike’s, she had to admit, had been a lot more fun.
“Hmm. It’s been a week since my brother started wearing you out. You’ve spent every waking minute with him, and I’m pretty sure that’s something you don’t want my parents or your mom to know. Let me do the math…”
A week since the movie and her first unforgettable night of kinky sex with Master Mike. The first of many. Maria sighed.
Olivia cringed. “Quit doing that. You’re making me ill.”
“By sighing?”
“By remembering whatever disgusting things my brother does to you. Yeah, I know all about Mike and his dirty habits.”
Maria nodded. “Oh right. The Melissa Incident.” When Olivia had accidentally walked in on Mike and some chick and their use of hot wax. She shivered, wondering if and when Mike would use that on her.
Thus far in their limited “relationship,” he’d shown her exactly how great anal sex, oral sex, and dual penetration could be. He continued to bring her to orgasm before taking his own, and that level of determination and selflessness impressed the hell out of her. Even better, they spent time together not between the sheets. Goofing off, swimming, jogging, even playing cards. Like the rest of his family, he was such a competitor, but a good winner. Especially since he took such great care of her before making himself happy, and not just sexually. All the time.
If she hadn’t been in serious love with him before, she sure was now.
“What’s that look?” Olivia asked her as she finally found a place to set down their things. Far enough away from crying kids and up the beach so the tide wouldn’t wash away their stuff.
“What look?”
“Your love face is getting worse. You’re still playing the distance card?”
“I’m trying to, but it’s not easy when we’re spending so much time together. Time he asked for,” she said before Olivia could ask.
“Awesome. The plan is working.”
“I don’t know.” Maria arranged her towel and flopped back on it, already spritzed with sunscreen. “I’m even more gaga for him now than I was before. He has me hooked on his body, his attitude, and how amazing he can be as a boyfriend. Not that we’re calling each other that, but when we’re together, it’s all about the two of us. He doesn’t even look at other women.”
“That’s good. And yet...”
Maria sat up. “What? Tell me.”
“My brother is a hound dog. He’s loyal, yeah, but he goes through a lot of women. You know this.”
“I do.” And there went her heart and dreams spiraling down, down, down.
“Now hold on. You’ve got him hooked on”—Olivia glanced around and lowered her voice—“your body. You do other things besides roll around naked, right?”
“Yeah. That’s what’s so weird. Great, but weird. I thought for sure he’d just want to hook up when we’re together. But he’s been the one suggesting bowling or running on the beach. Mini golf and cards too.”
“Huh?”
“Like rummy or playing a silly board game. He’s so fun, especially because he likes to win. He’s a real trash talker, your brother.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I’m still taking my mom’s and your advice. I’m not letting him off easy. If he wants me, he can work for me.”
“Exactly.” Olivia smiled. “But don’t you think he got you a little too easily? I think it’s time for the ‘other guy’ plan. That and some time apart for you two lovebirds. Let him miss you.”
“The what plan?” Honestly, having Olivia help her with Mike was a godsend. Her friend was like a general herself, organized to the nth degree, a master of lists and getting what she set after.
“The ‘other guy’ plan is to bring Bobby back into the picture,” Olivia explained.
“But Mike and I said we’d be exclusive.”
“I’m not telling you
to have sex with Bobby. Just go out with him for lunch, someplace Mike will see you two. Trust me, if big brother is bothered by a simple lunch, he’s totally hooked. Oh, and we need to see you two at dinner at my parents. You have to come this Sunday. Trust me, it’ll be good to see him with you in front of my parents.”
Maria frowned. “I don’t know. He and I have been very low-key about not wanting everyone to know about us. I mean, I told you because you’re my best friend.”
“True.”
“Yet you’re blackmailing me with the knowledge, which speaks volumes about your character.”
“Also true.” Olivia grinned.
“But it will be weird if your mom and dad and Brad know.”
“Look, your future in-laws already love you. Let them see you and Mike together. If anything, they can help. You know he lives for their approval.”
“He does, doesn’t he?”
“Let me work my mom into this—without telling her, I know. In the meantime, you call Bobby and see what you can do.”
“Well, okay, if you think I should.”
“How many years have you been after Mike? You think going easy on the idiot is going to get you to be Mrs. Cava anytime soon? Come on, if you won’t do it for yourself, think of me. I want a sister-in-law I like. I cringe every time Brad brings home a new girlfriend because she usually can’t dance without a pole.”
Maria laughed. “Stop.”
“I’m kidding. I honestly don’t care if she’s a stripper with a heart of gold, but since Dana and he hit the skids, Brad only ever goes with women he knows he’ll never commit to. Mike has never been in a relationship longer than a few months before he bails. He’s constantly looking for Miss Perfect, I guess. Frankly, I don’t know what he wants beside you—at the moment.”
“Thanks so much for tacking that on,” Maria said sourly. Ms. Perfect? She was far from that.
“Well? You want him forever and ever, right? Play it smart. I’m counting on you.”
“What I do for my friends.” Maria sighed and lay back, soaking in the sun.
The next afternoon, she met Bobby for lunch in Camp Lejeune’s PX in the food court, based on Olivia’s promise that Mike would be there. Olivia hadn’t been specific, but Maria trusted her. Per the plan, Maria had worn jeans and a T-shirt, not wanting to attract suspicion. Just a simple meal with a friend…of the male persuasion. Would Mike care? Lunch wasn’t sex. But if he ate a meal with some other woman, she’d be jealous as hell.