A red haze settled over her brain, singeing the last of her defiance. “No!”
“So apparently there are things I am in a position to teach you, even if you think you’re a big girl.” Four or five smacks landed on various parts of her ass, but because of the size of his palm, some of the welts felt like they were overlapping. When he stopped, he ran his sandpapery hand over the throbbing spots he’d left, abrading and grabbing and making her squirm in his grip.
“What’s this?” He dragged a finger along her slit, then held the glistening digit in front of her face. “You’re loving this.”
“No!”
“Your tight little pussy is begging for attention. You like being hit there?”
“Please, no,” she whimpered, trying to angle her hips so her pussy would be hidden better between her thighs, but the way he pushed down on her ankles left her wide open to his investigating hand.
A finger coaxed its way into her entrance, slowly penetrating. Nate groaned, watching her take his finger, his expression rapt.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re so wet.” He withdrew his finger and slapped her pussy experimentally. It made her whimper so he struck harder with each damp and humiliating thwack. A knuckle brushed against her anus and she squeaked, trying to buck away, but he only chuckled and did it again.
“You don’t like being touched here?” he turned his attention to her ass, skimming his thumb in slow, light circles, close but not touching. She whined and wriggled, but that only seemed to please him.
“I’m not used to it.” Her breath hitched as his thumb brushed right over it, and she clenched against him.
“Have you been fucked here?”
“Yes. I hate it.”
He chuckled evilly.
“Oh, let me guess – you think you can make me like it,” she grumbled.
He tickled her there a moment, until she was squirming and trying to flip over, which he didn’t allow.
“I have no interest in making you like it. I’ll enjoy punishing you with it.”
“Nate, no!” Her whole body was buzzing with awareness of him, and no matter how many times she’d tried to tell him no, she was so glad he’d only listen to her safeword.
“Then you’d better be a very good girl, Leelee.”
She thought about sticking out her tongue just to see what would happen, but then she remembered the size of his dick and how he could use it for punishment. That changed her mind. She swallowed. “I’ll be good.”
Nate let go of her ankles and picked her up off the couch as though she weighed nothing. Pins and needles rushed through her arms as her blood started to circulate again. Her hands burned.
He carried her into the bedroom and put her face down over the edge of the bed. She turned her head to see what he was doing, but he was standing back and just looking at her.
“What?” she asked self-consciously. Poor guy probably had all sorts of memories from when she’d been young, and now she was chestier and assy-er. She kind of liked herself better the way she was now, but maybe she’d ruined his fond memories.
“I never thought I’d see you again, let alone have you in my bed.”
“Technically, I’m not in your bed. I’m bent over the side of it.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, sucking his teeth. “You’re right. Maybe putting you all the way into my bed then tying you down would be better.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but when his brows went up expectantly, her gaze dipped to the bulge in his jeans. Oh yeah. Be good or else. “Painal” wasn’t her kink but apparently it was one of his.
In moments he’d untied her arms, and she stretched with grateful enthusiasm.
“Glad to be free? It’s not going to last.”
“You could just tell me where to lie down and order me not to move.”
“I could just tell you what I’d planned to do and skip the whole thing, but where would the fun be in that?”
He grabbed a different type of rope and dragged her into position on the bed. Face up, at least, but spread eagle.
“Stay, or you’re getting an ass full of come.”
“Staying, sir.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He started to work, moving with a fluid precision that was both beautiful and terrifying. The pattern he made left big sections of skin open to his touch, and as he worked he stroked and pinched and tickled, until every inch of her was ready for him to do anything he damn well pleased.
At one point he tugged, and she went up, suspended over his bed, legs tied wide and almost exactly at dick height if he stood on his mattress. Rather than cutting into her, the rope was placed with precision and comfort, and even supported her head. She felt like she was levitating, and considering how hot she was for him, she wasn’t sure she wasn’t simply floating there on a crest of sexual energy.
He cut a piece of rope and folded it over a few times until the looped lengths were about flogger length.
“Have you ever been beaten with rope?”
She shook her head.
“Don’t look so unimpressed. Sometimes the simplest implements can be nice and painful. Rope, a plastic hanger, an extension cord. Who needs fancy?”
He walked around the bed, admiring his handiwork on her.
“What about the romance of real implements?”
“If you find being beaten with a fancy, two thousand dollar elk hide flogger more romantic than being beaten with whatever your partner has at hand, you’ve turned into a little snob.”
He flicked the rope in his hand like a lash and it stung a hot path along one of her thighs. She squeaked.
“Maybe you need to go back downstairs and troll for a rich guy. There are plenty of them.”
Flick.
She squealed and struggled against her bonds.
Flick.
Fire licked along her ass, wrapping partway around her hip.
“There’s no reason for a girl like you to be slumming with the likes of me.”
Flick.
The whippy length of rope bit the inside of her thigh. It fucking burned, but she found herself straining toward him for more. Her whole attention followed him around the bed as he chose his next target. He changed the rope in his hand to one strand of rope and whipped her breast with it, connecting with her nipple. For a brief, glorious moment her back bowed, and every muscle in her body tightened.
Fuck. That was close. She’d almost come just from that.
“Sir!”
He paused, looking amused at the interruption.
“Yes?”
“If I come will I get in trouble?”
His laugh sounded like pleased, exhaled evil rather than mirth.
“No, Leelee. Don’t worry your pretty little head about controlling your orgasms. If I don’t want you to come, I won’t let you.”
He walked around her, his evil rope whistling through the air, landing on her skin so quietly it was hard to hear it over the sound of her labored breathing and her cries of pain.
The twirl of the rope and its quiet whistle as it sliced through the air mingled with her own sounds, and the sounds of Nathanial’s aroused breathing as he turned her skin red and blotchy.
Her jerking reaction to each strike settled and soon she was swallowed up in a cloud of nettles, muscles limp, cradled by the same type of rope that he flogged her with. Good rope, evil rope. Nice touches, evil touches. He pinched and stroked and tickled, and when she lost all will to struggle, she let him have his way, lying in her rope cage, as he hurt her skin and touched her breasts, as he kissed her lips and her neck and went underneath her to kiss his way down her spine and bite her ass. He was back again, murmuring dirty things in ears that had lost access to the part of her brain that understood words. He clamped her nipples just hard enough to remind her how they ached.
Blissful. Spaced. High. Mind blank.
He whispered and whispered, touching her, hurting her nipples and then he was on the bed between her legs.
He breathed hot against her pussy, spreading her open while he inspected her there too. She jolted when his tongue sliced sharp against her painfully swollen clit – too needy, too sensitive. She wailed and sniveled but she couldn’t control anything anymore, not even her own responses.
“You still like it light here,” he murmured against her aching pussy. He teased at her clit hood, her opening slick with the arousal she couldn’t hide from him. He gave short, cruel nips to the flesh of her sit spot, where he’d spanked her so hard earlier, then back up to her pussy where he hinted he’d bite her clit. Instead, he settled in, licking around her clit hood, then spiraling closer, but too slow. She arched for him, trying to force herself against his mouth. The rope trapped her, held her steady, kept her safe and drove her mad.
“Please,” she chanted, not able to stop, “Please, please, please.”
He crooned things to her, about what a good girl she was and how pretty and sweet, and about how he was going to take care of her. The words were a foreign mixture of vocalizations that were more feeling than meaning in her mind, but she felt his care, believed it. Gorged on it.
Pressure, fullness, as fingers slid into her, a hot mouth on her clit, teasing, gentle suction. Her back arched, every muscle tight and locked. She shrieked as her body spasmed around his fingers, pussy pulsing against his sucking mouth and wicked tongue, her whole body responding to him for what should have been a moment but went on until she thought she’d died. As the terrifying orgasm eased, he forced another on her, then a third, until she was limp and sweaty and begging him to stop.
Slowly, he worked at knots, lowering her to the bed and freeing her from his web. Body languid, nerves buzzing, her muscles refused to obey her. She was pretty sure she had drool on her face but she couldn’t lift her arm to wipe it away – couldn’t even open her eyes all the way. Her ears rang, but she knew he was talking to her, petting her, telling her what a good job she’d done for him.
When he pulled the clamps from her nipples, he kissed and sucked her abused flesh better, as he ran his hands over the welts he’d left. He massaged her arms and legs to help her circulation return to normal, then stretched out beside her, pulling her into his arms, stroking her hair back from her sweaty face and kissing her lips. His mouth moved gently on hers even though she could feel his erection, hot and insistent, against her hip.
Her muscles were still sore from coming, as if she’d worked out too hard after spending a year as a dedicated couch potato. Even so, she found herself nuzzling into him, moving against him with the need to feel him thrusting inside her.
“More?” He chuckled, the rumble of his chest under her ear so familiar, yet deeper.
In answer, she gathered her remaining energy and let her fingers roam over the defined and delicious muscle he’d packed on since she’d seen him last. His body twitched and shifted under her investigative touches, and when she latched onto his nipple with her mouth he shuddered.
“Riley, you need to behave.”
“Uh unh.” She crawled on top of him, feeling a lot less tired than she had moments before. Sex was always the best motivation to stop being lazy.
“Naughty girl. Are you supposed to be helping yourself to me without asking?” he said, sounding amused rather than annoyed.
She stretched out until they were touching at almost every point, then rubbed her groin against the bulge in his jeans.
He groaned. “You don’t owe me this.”
“Fuck owing you. I want cock.”
“Are you still my little slut, Leelee? And here I thought you’d forgotten.”
Heat flooded her cheeks and crept down her neck. He was so sweet to her most of the time, but he’d always talked dirty when he got turned on.
“It’s hard not to be a slut for this,” she said, reaching between them to unzip his jeans. He helped her push them down his thighs and off, leaving him in boxer briefs that showed off his muscular legs and narrow hips, and of course his raging erection. The fabric against the head of his cock was a damp, deeper black, and she traced a nail over it.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
Impatiently, she peeled his underwear down, eager to get her mouth on him. She shifted lower and licked the head of his cock, then sucked him into her mouth. A bead of precome greeted her, and she attacked him with more need and enthusiasm than she’d given any blowjob before, his pained groans and growls encouraging her.
In moments he’d grabbed her hair and pulled her away. His chest rose and fell, frantic and erratic, as he struggled to calm himself.
“Stop, woman.” He closed his eyes as if he couldn’t chance looking at her. The muscles in his legs flexed as his cock strained to find her mouth. She flicked her tongue along his shaft – which was all she could reach with his death grip on her hair. “Ever have anal without lube?” he growled. “Because you’re about to.”
She bit her lip and glanced up to the hot guy glowering in her direction.
“Noo,” she pled. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
“Bad girls don’t learn good habits without the right kind of reinforcement.” He grabbed her by the waist and put her face down on the mattress.
Nerves fluttered in her stomach, and her asshole clenched in unhappy anticipation. He pushed her legs apart.
“No, please.” Her pussy ached with need, clenching on nothing through the prolonged rippling aftermath of her orgasms.
“You expect to do what you want then apologize later with no repercussions?”
“Please! I’ll never disobey you again.”
“Never?”
“Never!”
“Promise me.”
“I promise to always obey you in the future, or you can do anything you want to my ass.”
The laugh in her ear was delicious and evil and made her realize what she’d just said.
“You promise to always obey me. Your words. Remember that, Leelee.”
She whimpered, shoving her ass back against his erection. “Please.”
He thrust against her, his cock pressed along the divide of her ass.
“I’m getting some mixed messages here, baby. You used your one get out of jail free card, but now you’re acting like you still want your punishment.”
She groaned in frustration, desire for him heating her blood so hot she squirmed beneath him. “Punish my pussy instead.”
“Should I cane it?” he asked, his tone teasing and gruff.
“No!”
He drew his hips back to line himself up with her entrance. Not her asshole, thank fuck. He didn’t push into her the way she wanted, though. Instead, he stayed poised to take her, but refrained, pinning her in place when she tried to impale herself.
“When did you get so evil?”
“When you ditched me.”
What?
She opened her mouth to respond, but he shoved two fingers in her mouth and forced her pussy to take his cock in a series of rough thrusts that melted her bones and turned her brain to jelly. He fucked her into the mattress, hard and mean, and oh so fucking full. She squealed and shifted beneath him, trying to participate but he didn’t seem to want that. She sucked at the fingers in her mouth as she ground back against him.
“I used to be so careful with you,” he whispered into her hair and making her shiver. His cock pulsed and she whimpered in response. “I should have known this was what you wanted.”
A fold of the sheet insinuated itself between her legs, rubbing against her clit with almost every savage thrust. Again and again he bottomed out inside her, making her feel fuller than she’d been since they’d split up. She struggled beneath him, loving that she couldn’t get away no matter how many self-defense tricks she used to try to break his hold.
She pulled her mouth off his fingers. “Let me go!”
“You’re acting like you want to get away, but I’m not hearing a safeword. You don’t have any mathematical subjects you’d like to share with the class?” He paused, forcing her to raise her hip
s to get his thick cock all the way in again.
“No, sir,” she said, whimpering quietly.
“That’s what I thought.”
He grabbed her wrists and hooked his legs over hers so that she was completely immobilized and controlled. The arousal that had been building spiraled out of control.
“Let me go!” she begged, loving the sound of her own distress mixed with his harsh breathing. The brutal thrust of his cock made her toes curl tight. Her pussy pled for mercy but she didn’t want him to grant her any.
“You had your fucking chance, Leelee,” he snapped. “I let you go once. Now you’re mine.” He bit the back of her neck, animalistic, grunting and swearing as he took her.
A violent orgasm built in her lower back, tightening the muscles around to her belly, up from her pussy, until every bit of her body pulsed with impending release.
Her pleasure crested, skating along the keen edge of ecstasy. A cascade of spasms exploded through her body, squeezing his cock until his breath caught and he froze above her, shuddering, holding the moment in a breathless suspension of time.
His dick twitched hard, and he gasped. “Son of a…” The words cut to a growl and he fucked the living hell out of her, coming as he whispered swears into her ear, forcing her through another orgasm she sulked and whined through, but had no choice but to accept.
He collapsed half on top of her and she groaned at the feel of his cock still twitching inside her. Oh jeez – if he was ready to go again she was going to tap out.
Muscles trembling with exhaustion and possibly shock, she hoped to hell her pill would still work under this kind of pressure.
A giggle escaped her, even though she wasn’t sure what was funny.
Nate turned his face toward her and gave her a sated, yet panty-melting smile, then grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close.
“Again?” he asked.
“No, please. I need to sleep for about a year.” She laughed, but he cut the sound short with a kiss so tender it made her tear up.
One kiss led to another, and another, and soon she found herself drawn into a hardcore high school-esque make out session. He might have slipped a thigh between hers. She might have ground against it, even sore as she was.
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