by Cole, Fiona
I walked to the bed and rested my hand on her foot. That small touch pulling a gasp from her. I dragged my fingers lightly up her leg, teasing as I explained the rules.
“I’ve been indulgent, Olivia. I may be carefree and easy-going in my day-to-day, but in here, you obey.” Slipping my fingers between her thighs, I rubbed one through her wet slit and rolled her clit under the rough pad. “You will bend to my will.”
She moaned and thrust up, trying to gain more friction than I was willing to give. I immediately pulled away, resting my hand on her thigh.
“If you have a problem, simply say red, and we’ll stop and talk about it. But until that word slips past your succulent lips, you are under my control.”
She remained silent; her mouth still clamped shut. I raised a brow in question, letting her know I was expecting a response.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” I patted her thigh and turned to grab a chair. “Now, let’s begin.”
She tracked my movements and furrowed her brow in confusion when I sat the chair at the foot of the bed and began opening my pants.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
“Not if you keep questioning me,” I answered, settling back and freeing my cock, giving a few long strokes.
“Kent.” Her voice was shrill and panicked.
“Shut up, Olivia.” I groaned when I cupped my balls and squeezed my dick harder, my eyes taking in every inch of her exposed body. “I need to prepare you, and right now, all I want to do is fuck you as hard as I can and lick up your tears. I need to take the edge off. Now be a good girl and spread your legs more. Show me your pussy.”
After a moment of hesitation, she bent her knees as much as possible and spread her thighs wide, showing me every wet, pink part of her. I didn’t tease myself or drag it out, I just needed to come, so I could take my time enjoying her. It only took a minute or two to bring myself to the edge. When I was about to come, I moved to the bed between her thighs. I wanted to see my come splattered on her skin. I wanted to mark her in every way a man could.
She arched her back, thrusting her breasts up, and I groaned my release. My orgasm ripped from my body, hitting her neck, her breasts, her stomach. When my muscles finally relaxed, I fell over, supporting myself with one hand and wiped the remaining cum clinging to the head of my cock on her skin.
“Look at you,” I rasped. “My own perfect canvas.”
She squirmed under me, and I smirked. I loved how she couldn’t hide her ache—how desperate she was for me. I flattened my palm to her stomach and smeared my cum into her skin, leaning down to lap and suck up any drops that coated her breasts. I bit her nipple, letting her moan wash over me.
I dragged my finger through the remaining cum on her neck and brought it to her lips. She didn’t hesitate to open and suck every drop.
Keeping my eyes pinned to hers, I moved my wet finger between her legs, skimming past her pussy to press between the cheeks of her ass.
“Has anyone touched you here since I last played with this tight, little asshole? Have you shared this with anyone else?”
She squirmed when I brushed my finger back and forth. “No,” she breathed.
“Good. I like that it’s mine.” I played between her cheeks, loving the feel of her wet pussy leaking down to coat my fingers. She tensed when I pushed my finger in to the first knuckle. “You’re going to need to relax if you want to make it through the night, my sweet Olivia.”
Her eyes flared with fear, but she didn’t stop me as I pushed in more. As much as I wanted to play with her backside for hours, I had plans. I shifted off the bed and grabbed lube and a small plug I bought just for her.
“Kent?”
‘“I told you, I needed to prepare you. Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Please.”
I coated my fingers and the toy with lube, tossing the bottle aside. My fingers moved back to her opening, and I dropped between her thighs, burrowing my tongue as deep in her tight cunt as I could, while I pressed my fingers inside her ass.
“Oh, my god,” she cried.
That was the last intelligible sound she made. I lapped at her pussy, biting her clit, sucking her folds. All while I scissored my fingers in her tight virgin ass. When I felt like she was ready, I pressed the plug against her and eased it in, past her tight ring.
She was just about to come by the time I got it settled and pulled back, standing from the bed.
“What?” Her eyes shot open, wide, and panicked. “No. Please. Kent, please.”
“God, I could listen to you beg me all night.”
“Kent.” Her plea bordered on hysteria.
“Would you like to say your word?”
Her jaw clenched, and her desperate eyes turned a little murderous. “I’d like it if you’d fuck me.”
I gave her a serene smile and stripped my shirt over my head. While her eyes were glued to my exposed chest, I set a small box on the nightstand and moved to release her arms.
“What are you doing?”
“Moving you to where I need you. Now stop asking questions, or I’ll say red.”
Her eyes dropped to my cock, still hanging from my open pants, already hardening again. “Aren’t you going to get naked?”
“Soon. I don’t need to be yet.”
She grumbled but didn’t fight as I sat her up and moved behind her, tugging her back between my spread legs. Her warm skin pressed to my cock, and I gave in to the desire to thrust against her. The view looking down over her shoulder had me almost abandoning my plan and lifting her up, so I could bury my length inside her and come again.
But I had a plan and needed to stick to it, so I could get in her tight ass tonight.
“Don’t lose that plug, Olivia.”
She tensed like she was squeezing her muscles to hold it in tighter. My fingers slipped between the folds of her pussy, pressing softly but not enough to let her come. Then with one hand still between her legs, the other rolled her nipple, loving the way her juices coated the pale pink tips. They pebbled beautifully, and I reached over for the small box, pulling out what I needed and putting them in place before she could react.
“What the fuck?” Olivia shrieked, trying to jerk forward. She looked down at the small metal clamp encasing her rosy tip.
“I wanted to see you decorated with my jewelry, and since I can’t exactly pierce them myself, these clamps will have to do,” I explained as I tightened the toy. When I was finished with the other side, I brushed my thumbs across the hardened tips. Her whimpers rang like desperate pleas, and I loved every one.
Moving my hand back between her legs, I began working her back up to come.
“Listen to you,” I growled against her ear, shoving my fingers deep and twisting them. Her pussy made vulgar, wet, sucking sounds that shot straight to my dick. “Listen to how wet you are for me. You love being stuffed, pinched, and teased.”
“No,” she breathed, her head rolling back and forth along my shoulder.
I pulled my fingers out and smacked her cunt hard. She cried out but didn’t stop me.
“Don’t lie to me, Olivia.”
I smacked her again and again.
“I bet all those boys you’ve been with can make you come by fingering you.” Smack. “Maybe they’ve even tongued your little clit until you screamed.” Smack. “But have you ever come by having your pussy spanked?” Smack. “To the wet sounds of a hand hitting your sopping cunt?”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Oh, god. Stop. Please.”
I paused, giving her a chance to say red. But she didn’t. She continued to roll her hips and search for my touch.
“No.” I bit down on her lobe and continued to land blow after blow, stopping every once in a while to role her tiny clit between my fingers.
Her whole body tightened, and her lips parted in a silent scream as her pussy spasmed against my hand. I circled her bundle of nerves and helped her ride the wave of her
orgasm, telling her how beautiful she was when she came, how hard I was for her.
When she finally came down from her high and her body sagged against mine, I kissed up her neck to her ear. “I’m gonna take your tight little virgin hole now. Will you give it to me?”
“Yes, Kent. Anything.”
“I won’t be nice,” I warned.
She rolled her head so she could look up in my eyes. Hers were half-lidded and glazed with pleasure. “Take it.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I moved out from behind her, laying her back against the pillows. Quickly, I stripped out of the rest of my clothes and grabbed a condom before freeing her ankles.
She looked like a desperate virgin sacrifice. Her blonde hair spread out on the pillow, a blush staining her flesh from her chest to her cheeks. Her nipples red and rosy pinched between my clamps. I watched her face as I slid the plug from her ass. She didn’t fight me, just parted her lips on a gasp when it slipped free.
I held my breath and rolled on a condom. As much as I said I wouldn’t be nice, I wasn’t going to rut into her on the first shove. I wanted her to like it because if I continued fucking Olivia like I wanted to, I wanted her to beg me to be in her asshole as much as possible.
Pressing my cock to her tight hole, I eased in slowly, loving the look of wonder on her face—loving the way her lips formed a perfect O when I pressed all the way in. I only gave a few more gentle strokes to let her get used to me before I picked up the pace, desperate to watch her breasts bounce from my aggressive thrusts.
Her cries grew louder, and my balls pulled tight, desperate for release. As much as I was torturing her, I was torturing myself too, and I needed to come. I continued to fuck her, and pulled one of the clamps free, quickly replacing it with my lips. The rush of blood to her tip and my sucking mouth set her off, and she screamed as her ass squeezed me tighter than I’d ever been before. While she was still coming, I moved to release the other clamp, spurring on another spasming scream.
It was too much. All the blood rushed to my dick, and my head swam as I fell over the edge and came. I rutted against her like an animal, spilling every bit of cum into the condom, wishing it was her tight hole I was painting with my seed. I wanted to mark her inside and out. I wanted to make her mine more than anything.
When the flood of adrenaline slowly seeped from my body, I pressed my sweaty forehead to her damp chest and tried to catch my breath.
Fuck, that was the most intense sex I’d ever had. And that was saying something.
I kissed across her breasts and sucked her nipples, slowly easing out of her.
She didn’t say anything as she watched me remove the condom. Her gaze sleepy and sated, but still, a fire burned behind them. I knew if I wanted to fuck her again, right now, she’d let me.
I moved up the bed until my cock was by her mouth. “Clean me.”
Without hesitation or question, she rolled to her side and ran her tongue all over me, getting every spare drop of cum clinging to my softening cock. When there was nothing left, I pulled back and shifted us until we were beneath the covers. Pulling her into my arms, I brushed her hair back and kissed her everywhere I could reach.
“You did amazing. I’m so proud of you.”
“Please tell me we can do it again.”
“We’ll talk more in the morning, but I’m not done with you.”
She yawned and burrowed against my chest. “Good.”
“You did so well, Olivia. You’re such a good girl for me.”
A good girl, I didn’t plan on giving up.
14 Olivia
I took stock of my surroundings before opening my eyes, fully prepared to wake up alone with another note that thanked me for a good night.
Instead, warmth pressed against my back, and soft puffs of breath caressed my neck. A heavy arm draped over my waist, his hand cupping my breast possessively. Heat that had nothing to do with the man behind me bloomed in my core, remembering what those hands had done to me last night. I shifted my body and smiled at the twinge in my ass. God, that had been so intense. I didn’t think anything could surpass our first night together, but Kent took me places I hadn’t known existed.
A part of me wondered if I should feel shame at the dirty things we’d done.
But I didn’t. I felt everything opposite of shame. I felt pride at the pleasure my body gave. I felt happiness and excitement at the idea of doing it again. It’d been too long since this wave of euphoria—of looking forward to something—had washed over me. The last two years, I’d been checking boxes and moving through life bored.
I wanted to cling to this new feeling as long as I could.
Shifting out from under his arm, I tried not to wake Kent. Not yet, at least. I froze when there was a break in his breathing, but he just moved to his back, still asleep. Tugging down the sheet, I barely contained the moan at seeing his body. Kent may have been a thirty-eight-year-old man, but his body was delicious. I barely resisted dragging my tongue along each ridge in his abdomen, wanting him to wake buried in my mouth and not being teased by my kisses.
My ass clenched tight when I bared his length. I couldn’t believe I had something so big inside me. I couldn’t believe how much I liked it and how much I wanted to do it again. I made room for myself between his legs and gripped his shaft, not wasting time with teasing kisses and diving down as far as my gag reflex would allow.
On my second pass, a groan rumbled in his chest and a hand buried in my hair. I worked him hard, sucking even harder.
“Fuck, Olivia,” he moaned.
His hips thrust up, chasing my mouth, and I cupped his balls, rolling the smooth skin in my palm. Another groan and then the hand in my hair clenched tight, halting my movement. Tears burned the backs of my eyes from the stinging in my scalp.
“Slow down,” Kent ordered.
He kept my mouth on him and moved me slowly up and down his shaft. When he would hold me up until only the head rested in my mouth, I would roll my tongue along the back, slip through the tiny slit, moaning at the salty fluid I’d collect there.
“Look at you.” His voice was like gravel, and I was desperate to see his face.
I looked up, and my pussy tightened at the fire burning in his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and he looked on the edge of his control. He pushed me down again, harder this time, and I broke the stare, needing to focus on the task at hand.
“Look at you sucking my cock. Those pretty little lips wrapped tight, desperate to taste me.”
He pushed down too far, and I gagged, pulling a grunt from him.
“Breathe through your nose, sweet Olivia. I want to feel your throat squeezing my dick.”
I did as ordered, and tears leaked from my eyes. He held me there, and I forced myself not to jerk back. I gasped for breath when he pulled me off, but I was quickly shoved back down. His thumb wiped away the wet tracks on my cheeks.
“So, fucking sexy,” he breathed. “Finger yourself, Olivia. Finger that little pussy and moan around my cock when you come.”
I did as told, and he repeated the process of holding me down and lifting me up to get my breath and lick at his length. Each time my lips touched his groin, and I was sure he wouldn’t let me up, and I’d pass out, my pussy would get more and more wet. The tension pulled tighter and tighter until I brushed past my clit one last time and did my best to scream my pleasure around him.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he gasped.
He pulled me up and held me in place, putting both hands on either side of my head and fucking up into my mouth. The orgasm ripped through me, an endless wave of pleasure. I couldn’t focus on sucking him anymore, but it didn’t matter, my mouth was open, and he used the hole I so willingly offered.
He held me down one last time and let loose a roar that rippled through me as he came down my throat. I think, in that moment, I could have lived with his cock in my mouth if it meant this pleasure was mine forever. Not just the aftershocks of my orgasm, but the p
ride at being able to make such an experienced man lose control and make those animalistic noises. I’d be completely willing to serve at his pleasure for as long as he’d take me.
“Such a good girl, Olivia. You suck my cock so well.”
His praise was breathless, and his hand smoothed over my hair like he was petting a cat. I lapped at his smooth length, cleaning any last remnants of his cum and relished in his praise.
“You make me come so hard, baby.”
Kissing up his body, my tongue played in the grooves that tempted me before. When he’d had enough, his hand wrapped around my neck and tugged me to him so he could feast at my mouth.
“I love the taste of myself on you.” I smiled like a Cheshire Cat. “Now, let me take care of you.”
Taking care of me apparently meant a bath, which was glorious on my aching muscles. He left me in the tub to soak as he took a quick shower and dressed. I felt every one of the seventeen-years between us when he stood over my naked body in the tub. Him in his slacks, rolling up his sleeves over tanned, muscular arms. The wrinkles around his eyes and the salt in his dark hair. I felt like a little girl at the mercy of this man, and I loved it.
He took his time to wash my hair and body. Taking care to use his fingers against my cunt, delivering a swift, explosive orgasm before letting me out and wrapping me in a robe.
“Come. I stocked the mini-fridge with food for this morning. It’s no gourmet breakfast, but it will give us fuel for the day.”
I leaned against the doorjamb as he laid out various fruits, pastries, and yogurts. He’d even brought orange juice and champagne. When he sat back in his chair, I walked to the opposite side of the table to my own seat.
“No,” he said before I could sit. I jerked my eyes to him, and a thrill rippled through me when he patted his thigh. “Come here.”
I almost ran to him, throwing myself in his lap, but stopped. I loved every moment of being docile for this man, but I was still me. Still me, who didn’t run and jump to for any man, no matter how many orgasms. Even if I was going to give in, I still wanted the excitement of the challenge. His jaw clenched when he saw my smirk slowly spread across my lips.