by Maggie Ryan
“Eyes,” he said, reminding her that he wished to watch every expression. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you look? Kneeling before me, your lips stretched around my cock, offering me the gift of your submission?” He watched her eyes soften and the flush he loved suffuse her cheeks. “Put your arms behind your back and keep them there.” She did and he tightened his grip on her hair as he began to push deeper into her throat. God it was so fucking incredible, watching her body struggle against her heart’s need to submit, to open her throat, to accept his cock. Every swallow was like a caress, every line of spittle leaking from her lips a beautiful symbol of her submission. This wasn’t like the night before when she’d suckled his cock. No, this was him fucking her throat. Her eyes watered and she gagged but never attempted to pull away, accepting his dominance, his control. With a final push, he buried himself fully, not an inch of his shaft left for her to swallow. His cock jerked as he shot his release down her throat, her swallows milking every drop from him. Pulling back, her breasts were heaving as she drew in oxygen her shallow breaths hadn’t allowed. When he pulled from her mouth, he reached down and lifted her, crushing her against his chest as he cut off her breath again with his mouth. She was so soft, so giving, so absolutely perfect.
Releasing her, he held her close until her breathing evened and then bent and lifted her into his arms and placed her on the black leather straps that made up the swing. Her hands reached to find a hold, giving a small squeak of surprise as the swing moved beneath her. He grinned and bent to kiss her again. “Lie back and just relax. You are perfectly safe.” She nodded and he added, “Baby, you don’t need to be silent unless instructed. I won’t know if you have any questions or how you are enjoying… well, that’s not true. I can see your enjoyment in your hard nipples and the wetness on your thighs. Still, I love your voice. Any questions?”
“Just one… is this what it feels like to be suspended?”
“You mean like Angelica?”
“Well, sort of. I mean, I know there were only ropes around her, but I feel suspended… at least a little.”
Dillon smiled wondering if he’d smiled so much in his lifetime. “Actually, this is a good start. You need to learn to trust that I won’t allow you to fall… whether that be using the swing or ropes. Now, lie back, baby.”
“Oh, right,” she said, lying back and wiggling a bit as if to either find a more comfortable position against the straps or to test their support. Either was fine with him. As was the laughter she gave when he pulled the swing towards him and then let it go, setting her in motion. “This is just so cool.”
He chuckled as he gathered a few items and then stopped the motion of the swing. “Let’s see if we can move from cool to hot, shall we?” He ordered her to lift her arms and reach above her as high as she could. Once she had, he bound her arms to the leather, making sure he wove a simple yet pretty pattern as she was such a fan of rope work. With her arms secure, he bent to kiss her and then moved to the other end of the swing.
“Pull your legs up and then open as wide as you can.” When she hesitated, he said, “Let me see that gorgeous, wet cunt. Legs up and open now.”
She drew her legs up and spread them, but nowhere near wide enough, but he’d take care of that. Taking her left leg, he pushed it further back and then bound it to the swing. By the time he repeated the process on her right leg, she was splayed wide, her hands almost able to grab her ankles as she was bent at a sharp angle. “Comfy?” he asked, looking down at her. He didn’t have to wonder if she was a bit embarrassed as her face was pink as she nodded, but neither did he have to wonder if she was aroused. She was positively dripping. Bending, he ran his tongue up her sex, swirling his tongue around her clit that was standing so tall and proud out of its little hood. Pulling a stool up, he took a seat and began to play. He’d push her away and she’d squeal each time he pulled her back as his tongue took another taste. Each swing was gentle and soon, her little squeaks turned into moans as he’d hold her steady and nibble, lick, and suckle her clit before letting her go again. He took her to the edge over and over until she was pleading.
“Please… please, Dillon… you’re… you’re killing me!” Her next sound was a yelp when he swatted her upturned ass.
“How do you address me?”
“Oh… Sir, I meant, please, Sir, you’re killing me!”
He chuckled, loving the fact that even with her correction of the proper address, she could still be snarky when so aroused she thought she’d die. And she would. He planned on having her experience la petite mort, the little death of such bliss that she’d lose consciousness of her reality for even the briefest moment. But not yet… no, she’d be begging so much more sweetly before he allowed her to fall into the abyss. The next time he brought her close, his tongue came out again… not to lick her cunt but to rim around the puckered little hole exposed by the wide spread of her legs.
“Oh my God!” she said, her attempt to scoot away impossible due to her bonds. He continued to rim her anus, and she continued to leak her arousal. He sent her swinging away again and again, alternating between her cunt and her pucker, never letting her guess the pattern, but never failing to have her gasp when his tongue found her sweet back hole. As he swung her away again, he reached for an item on the tray he’d prepared. This time when she returned, he slid the item into her pussy, insertion made easy by her arousal. She moaned with pleasure as he thrust it in and out, her hips attempting to lift as if seeking more and whined when he pulled it free.
Pushing her away again, he asked, “Do you want your little toy back?”
“Yes… yes, please, Sir.”
“So sweetly asked,” he said, pulling her to him. “How could I refuse?” He pushed it into her pussy again but didn’t fuck her with it. Instead, he left it, her pussy walls holding it in place while he clicked open a bottle and dribbled some lube on his fingertips.
“Ohhh!” she exclaimed as he transferred some of the lube from his fingertips to her anus, circling the tight hole until it was glistening, then slowly pressing his index finger inside.
“Ohhh, ohhh, God,” she moaned, as he watched her cunt spasm around the toy and another dribble of cream drip onto the floor.
“So beautiful, so perfect,” he praised, bending to kiss her inner thigh. His finger breached her muscle, drawing another squeal and another drop of cream. His lips continued to kiss along the sensitive skin of her thighs as he slowly sank his finger to the hilt inside her ass. When he began to move it in and out, she groaned and he smiled as her hips were attempting to shift towards him as if asking for more.
“Oh, please…” she said as he slid his finger free and pulled the toy from her pussy.
“Please what?” he asked, as he took the time to add a coating of lube to the plug despite the wetness her own body had provided. Once it was glistening, he placed it at her virgin entrance, pressing just the slightest. “Answer me, Charlie. What do you want?”
“Oh… God…”
He believed her sense of hesitancy was not caused by her lack of desire, her very craving, but spoke of her embarrassment at asking for something she considered taboo. It was time to teach her that nothing they enjoyed together was shameful, and no part of her body wasn’t his to plunder.
“Ask me for it, Charlie. Ask me to put this plug in your ass.”
“I- I…”
When she continued to allow her mind to override her desire, he said, “You are more than ready, Charlie. This is just a little plug to begin training your ass to open. It’s not much bigger than my finger that I slid inside your gorgeous ass. It was so hot, so tight, so beautiful.” As he spoke, he kept the plug at her pucker, rubbing it around the small opening.
“Please… please put it in…”
“In where, baby?” He gave the plug a little more pressure, and yet it was only the promise of being filled as he didn’t press it inside.
“In my ass. Please, Sir, please put it in my ass.”
“Good girl,” he praised, “Push down, baby.” It took her a moment, but he saw her obey, her pucker opening just the slightest. He began to press it inside, loving every mew, every gasp, every soft cry his actions drew from her. “That’s it, open up and swallow your toy.” He continued to push in and withdraw until her first ring of muscle loosened. Adding a bit more pressure, he bent forward and kissed her pussy, flicking his tongue over her clit as he continued to insert the butt plug. Her sharp cry as he breached her inner ring was followed by a deep moan as he suckled on her clit. Pulling back, he seated the plug completely inside her, turning it a bit, the flange assuring it would remain exactly where it was until he chose to remove it. “You look so beautiful with your toy in your ass and your pussy pulsing.”
“Please, Sir, please let me come. I’m begging you.”
Dillon was proud of her acceptance of the plug and loved the sound of need in her voice. “Come for me, baby.” Bending, he drew her clit into his mouth and suckled hard. His hands kept the swing still as he feasted on her core. She screamed and bucked as best she could but he kept suckling, dropping one hand to take the flange of her plug between his fingers, fucking her ass with the toy until her entire body tensed for an instant before her cry filled the room. Pushing the plug home again, he stood, locked the swing into place, pushed away the stool and buried his cock into her pussy while she continued to contract from her second orgasm.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she repeated as he pistoned his hips forward and back, filling her and withdrawing completely each time, her body twitching and convulsing as he fucked her. Bending forward between her splayed legs, he added licks and little bites to her nipples as she continued her mantra while climbing to the precipice. He quickened her ascent as he again began to fuck her ass with the plug… the combined sensations soon drawing the loudest cry of all as she imploded, her body shuddering, her cunt gripping his cock and her anal muscle holding the toy tightly. He thrust a final time, his voice following hers as he came. He smiled to see her head lolling, her eyes closed. Yes, his submissive had just found the sweet little death of absolute bliss.
Chapter 8
When she roused, it was to find she was no longer bound to the swing. In fact, she wasn’t even in the playroom. Instead, she was lying back against Dillon’s solid chest and his arms were wrapped around her as the tub filled.
Despite the warmth of the water and the heat of the man holding her so close, she shivered. When he’d first given her the order to go downstairs, to kneel, to wait for him, she’d felt a rush of doubt run through her, clouding the cloak of arousal that he’d already begun to wrap her in. She was falling fast… faster than she ever believed possible and that scared her a bit. What if she was the only one feeling this way? Was she the only one to feel hope that this could develop into something beyond special… something extraordinary? It had taken her a moment to banish her doubt and accept her need to find those answers. She had no problem accepting that Dillon wouldn’t hurt her… at least not physically. It was her heart she was concerned about. But, she’d never find the truth unless she took a chance. And she’d been right. He had pushed her limits but, God, it had been amazing. She groaned and turned her head to look up at him. “Thank you. That was… that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.”
He bent and kissed her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it… several times in fact.” She felt her face heat at the memory of splintering apart several times.
“God, don’t you ever stop doing that.”
“What, passing out from the best sex I’ve never even imagined was possible?”
“No, well… yes, but I meant don’t ever stop blushing. I love watching the color bloom in your breasts and move up to stain your cheeks pink.”
Smiling, she reached up to stroke his cheek. “I can absolutely assure you that won’t be a problem as long as you, Sir, continue to do the things you do so very well.”
He bent to kiss her. “Then my life will be full of pretty blushes for I certainly don’t intend to stop.”
Charlie felt her heart hitch. He’d said things like that before, said he’d spend the rest of time holding her… could that be true? This man had become her friend months ago but in the last two days, had become her lover, her dominant, and as she’d feared, was quickly becoming her very heart. She lived in Texas… he in Virginia. So many miles apart that it made her ache to think of them.
“Charlie, you okay?”
“Yes, I’m just a little tired.”
“Then let’s get you washed and tucked into bed. You didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Neither did you,” she said as he held her tightly to him and then reached to turn off the taps.
“Come to think of it, you’re absolutely right. Guess that means I’ll have to take a nap too.” He reached for a washcloth and squirted some bath gel onto it. “Bend forward.” She did and he began to run the sudsy cloth over her shoulders and her back. As he bathed her, turning her to face him, she began to return the favor, running her hands over his chest and then dipping beneath the water to wash his cock.
Charlie smiled when his cock twitched in her palm, deciding that she wouldn’t waste time thinking of the future. No, she’d live one moment at a time, each one imprinting this man in her heart.
No matter how often she’d tried to take a nap, she’d never been very successful. She’d crawl into bed, or stretch out on the couch, close her eyes and instantly begin chastising herself for being a slugabug. Lists of things needing doing would scroll through her head until she’d abandon any attempt of catching a few winks. So, when she opened her eyes and saw that three hours had passed, she was shocked. She gave a soft purr as she felt fingers lightly tracing down her arm.
“Feel better?”
She turned and smiled, looking into the most gorgeous chocolate brown eyes she’d ever seen. “I don’t see how I could ever feel better. I’ve never been able to just let go and fall asleep in the middle of the day.”
“I’ve had the pleasure of watching you let go several times now and obviously you’ve forgotten the basic rule of napping every kid learns in kindergarten.”
“And that is?”
“Choose a buddy and never nap alone.” He bent to kiss her and then chuckled when the sound of her rumbling stomach was heard. “And since snacks always followed a nap, let’s go raid the kitchen.”
Charlie wanted to protest, but when her stomach growled again, she had to admit that food sounded good. The clothes she’d borrowed from Janet had been left in the playroom so she pulled on yet another one of Dillon’s t-shirts and added a new pair of socks. He pulled on only a pair of jeans which was absolutely fine with her. After she helped him make sandwiches, they took them and tall glasses of iced-tea outside and settled into a porch swing to enjoy their lunch.
They talked about random things as they finished their meal. After he’d set their plates on a table next to the swing, he draped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer and she purred, feeling contentment she’d never experienced before.
“This is nice,” she said, tucking her legs up on the swing and leaning into him. “It is so quiet and so beautiful here.” Dillon bent to kiss the top of her head, a gesture she was finding she really enjoyed.
“More beautiful since you are here,” he said. “Charlie, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask. Why wouldn’t you go out with me when we were in Texas?”
“I did go out with you. God, I probably put on ten pounds from all the chips and enchiladas I ate at Lupitos.”
“Meals out before or after work don’t count. I mean this—the two of us—feels so perfect that it makes me want to kick myself for not making a pest of myself until I wore you down.”
Charlie knew she could give him some quick answer that would more than likely be accepted, but knew it wouldn’t be the truth. Nor would it allow her to discover the answers she sought. For that, she’d need to be completely honest, no matter
how much strength it took to do so. With the heat of his body against hers, his arm holding her close and the gentle sway of the swing, she told him the truth. “I was afraid.”
“Afraid? Of me?”
“No, well, not exactly… not physically. I felt so pulled towards you from the moment we met. I was afraid that if we dated, if it turned out you were as attracted to me as I was you, then when… if… the sting…”
“Went south?” he offered when she paused. “Babe, you can’t allow thoughts of ‘what if’ to rule your life. If it went bad, we would have worked through it together.”
“That’s not what I mean,” Charlie said and then dropped her legs and pushed up to sit. “You saw me as a fellow agent, a trained officer who could be your temporary partner. We worked together every day for months, and yes, I wanted to go out with you that first time you asked.” She paused again and shook her head. “Dillon, I knew what the job required when they asked me to go undercover. I knew that it would mean I’d have to play the part of a whore…” When he reached for her, she shook her head and stood, moving to the porch railing. “People see me as some tough ass bitch. My job required that, and to be honest, I needed that perception in order to work with some of the toughest, well-trained men in law enforcement. But what they don’t see, what I kept hidden, was that I’ve always known I was submissive. Hell, I could flip a man over my shoulder, I know how to defend myself physically, but emotionally… that’s a different story. I was prepared to do whatever was necessary to get Sorenson and his men… even if that included whoring myself out.”
She jerked a little when arms wrapped around her, attempting to pull away but they only tightened. “But I knew that if we dated and I fell for you as hard as I thought I would… If you saw me being that… I don’t know, that I’d never forgive myself, be ashamed for being that whore.”