by Lexie Davis
He shoved his pants down. “Yeah. So?”
“Do we really have time to try out your ties on our bed?” She stroked him. “I mean, I feel like leaving them unattended is just asking for them to set something on fire or knock a hole in the wall or something.”
“Those dickheads can behave if they want to.” He tugged her shirt up and off her body. Her bra went next. “Plus, Torque is in control now. Not me. He won’t let them burn the place down for next hour or so.”
She arched an eyebrow. “You sure about that? He causes a lot of mischief on his own.”
He huffed a breath. “Why are you talking about your father with your hand around my dick?”
“You brought him up.” She circled the tip of his dick with her thumb. Silver squeezed her breasts, bra and all, with one hand while the other hand gripped the hand wrapped around his cock and stroked himself. “Impatient, baby?”
She grinned deviously at him, knowing how much he hated to be teased. Layla leaned in to kiss his chest. Everything about him was a stark contrast to her. Hard, mouth-watering muscles tensed as she stroked him. He didn’t speak so much with words but reactions. Her teasing didn’t bother him as much as he wanted her to think. It always gave him a reason to spank her ass.
“Suck me, Layla.”
“I think your response should be, lie back Layla. Let me eat your pussy.”
He gave her a cocksure grin. “I’m pretty sure that’s not what I mean.”
“You’re supposed to put me first.”
He cupped the side of her face. “You’re always first, baby. Your fucking sassy ass and all.”
She smoothed her hands along his abs and over his hips before kneeling before him. He did have a beautiful cock. Swirling her tongue around the head, she teased him until he tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged her forward. The simple action had his cock sliding between her lips, stretching her mouth wide enough to take most of him. Her pussy grew wet at the very thought of him filling her, fucking her.
He gathered her hair and held it up, thrusting his cock into her mouth. The slight pull of her hair had her moaning around him. She loved being at his mercy. When he’d had enough, he withdrew his cock from her lips and lifted her, lying her in the center of the bed.
She smiled while he bound her wrists, the anticipation of what he had planned damn near killing her. He never ceased to keep her guessing.
“You look pretty pleased with yourself.” He tightened the bind on her wrist. “You like my cock in your mouth?”
“More than you’ll ever know.”
“Ah.” He looped the leather cuff around her ankle. “What about my cock in that tight cunt of yours? You like that too?”
Layla watched as he went around the bed to tie her other ankle. “Your cock is great, but I really think your tongue has skills your dick can’t compete with.”
He glanced up. “Is that right?”
She felt wetness gather between her thighs as he stared at her widespread legs. His heavy-lidded gaze zeroed in on her cunt until she squirmed. God, one look from him had her pussy tingling, begging for release. She thought about his wicked mouth and the way he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Silver, please.”
Instead of responding, he tied her other wrist to the bed and went to the dresser and pulled out a wicked looking cane. Layla licked her lips tasting his salty, erotic flavor. Whatever he planned to do, she knew she’d enjoy every fucking second of it.
“The good thing about the ties on the bed is that they keep this perfect pussy open for whatever I want to do.” He smoothed the cane along the inside of her leg. “You’re not so cocky now are you, sweetheart?”
She bit her lower lip. He grabbed a bag she hadn’t seen before and pulled out a large dildo along with some new nipple clamps. He also had a hood which was something new to her. She watched as he laid everything out, his cock standing proud. Her pussy clenched at the sight of him. It was tormenting enough that he took his sweet fucking time to set everything up for them.
“I still need to reprimand you for calling me by my first name after I told you not to. In front of your father, no less.” He smacked the cane against the inside of her thigh. The sting made her jerk as her pussy clenched in reaction.
The cane slapped against her other thigh and she had the same reaction. The surge of pain had her entire body tensing, anticipating the next slap. When it came, the rod made contact with her pussy. Layla arched against her binds. She blinked a few times as he reached out and soothed the sting with his fingers. He smacked her pussy again with the thin stick and she groaned, straining against the ties. He tossed the cane to the side and leaned down to swirl his tongue along her opening.
Oh, hell yes.
Two fingers filled her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. The world exploded around her. She gasped as his tongue slid up then down, lapping at her slit as she tried to fuck his face. He had a wicked tongue and she thoroughly enjoyed every second of him claiming her pussy as his.
When he finally withdrew, he stared at her. “I didn’t say you could come.”
“You didn’t tell me not to.”
“That sassy little mouth of yours just keeps getting you in trouble. I think you need something to keep you from talking for a little while.”
He took a ball gag from the dresser and moved to put it on her. She loved the power he had over her. One look and the damn man made her cream. He rubbed his finger along her lips before sliding his hand down the center of her body. Her nipples beaded under his gaze and he pinched them, drawing a moan from her. He reached for the nipple clamps and put them in place. The pinch was sharp and Layla struggled through the pain. The skinny chain had a collar attached to it and he fixed it around her neck. Every time she moved her head, it tugged on the chain and sent a shot of pleasure-pain through her.
He smoothed his hand along her flat stomach and cupped her pussy. “You want my big cock now, sweetheart?” He rubbed her clit with his finger. “Or do you still want more punishment?”
She dropped her head back, tightening the chain attached to her nipples. He took her to the edge and backed off. She groaned her frustration around the ball gag and he smiled at her. Reaching for the dildo, he turned it on, the hum of the gadget sounding more painful than pleasure-filled. He lowered it to her clit.
Layla arched the binds restraining her while the chain pulled at her nipple clamps. Oh, sweet heaven, he was a devious man. She fucking loved every second of it too.
“Since my cock isn’t as good for you as it could be, maybe this one is better.” He pulled her pussy lips apart and pushed the tip of the vibrating dick inside her. Even in the midst of overwhelming sensations, she watched as he leaned down and lightly flicked her clit with his tongue. Her body pulsed with desire and she knew he devilishly enjoyed it.
She’d asked for it too.
He pumped the fake dick in and out of her while his tongue teased her clit. She was so fucking needy that she didn’t care what he did. Everything he did was wonderful. Being with him was all she wanted.
“No coming,” he whispered against her clit. The hum of the vibrator buzzed against that one spot inside her and Layla bit down on the gag to have some semblance of control over her body. He chuckled at the mewling sound she made and lifted his head. “You ready for the real thing now or you still want me to tongue-fuck you?”
She nodded, her nipples in agony as the motion tugged the chain. He withdrew the rubber dick and moved between her legs. In one slick movement, he slid inside her, filling her with what she desperately wanted. She arched her back, taking him as deep as he could physically go. The nipple clamps tugged and pulled, giving her a sharp bite of pain along with pleasure. She needed him unlike anything else.
“I think I should keep you like this.” His thumb swiped over her clit lightly. “Your hot, tight pussy gives me the same feeling as getting high.” He withdrew and plunged in again. “The rush of pleasure is so damn intense
you nearly pass out from it.”
He kept talking and she tried her best to listen as he fucked her hard. Each time her fiery channel clamped around him, sucking him deeper. He filled her, stretched her wonderfully. While his mouth was plenty good at making her come, his cock was better.
What the hell had she been thinking earlier?
“You’re so wet. You like me tying you up and fucking you like I want.” He shoved hard and she moaned behind the gag. “This cunt is mine. It always has been.”
Her pussy gripped him tightly as he fucked her with powerful strokes. Layla watched him. Sweat dotted his upper lip and around his temples as his tense body continued to thrust. He looked so focused, intent on delivering everything he promised her.
And then some.
“Come.” He rubbed her clit and a bolt of pleasure shot through her as hard and raw as his strokes. “Oh, fuck.” He gripped her hips and dug his fingers into the soft skin as his pleasure overtook him. His groan filled her ears as she lay there, lost in mindless delight. Sex had never been so good. Never.
He withdrew from her and moved to release her. Her legs and arms were tired from the position and he took great care to kiss her ankles and rub the area. She closed her eyes, every muscle in her body weak. He moved up her body and released her wrists, pulling them to his lips for the same care.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He undid the gag and tossed it aside as he leaned over her for a kiss. “I love watching you come. I love knowing that I put that look on your face. That I caused that pleasure in you.”
She smiled. “I love you.”
He returned her smile and undid the collar and clamps. Her nipples were a deep red and he leaned down to draw them into his mouth. She hissed at the contact and ran her fingers through his hair. After he gave her breasts some affection, he smoothed his hands along her stomach.
“I love your body.” He stared at the length of her. “I’d keep you naked all the time for my own twisted pleasure if you didn’t have to work.”
She chuckled, fatigue settling in. “How about you wrap your arms around me until I fall asleep. I really need a nap after all that exertion.”
He kissed her side. “Anything you want.”
He moved in behind her and pulled the blankets over them. She definitely liked the new bed ties. She couldn’t wait until the next time they were used.
Chapter Twelve
Silver didn’t know how long he’d been asleep before someone knocked loudly on the bedroom door. He groaned and rolled off the bed, making his way around to answer it. Joker stood on the other side, arching an eyebrow and chuckling.
“I take it they work?”
He gave him a lazy grin. “What do you want?”
“Get your clothes on. Layla’s sisters have arrived. Torque’s grilling hamburgers and hotdogs out back.”
Silver rubbed a hand over his face. “We’ll be there in a minute.”
He closed the door and turned back to the sleeping beauty in his bed. She really was tired and he really didn’t want to wake her. He walked over to her and pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Your sisters are here. I’m pretty sure they want to see you.”
She moaned and rolled to her back. The blanket shifted and her nipples peeked out. Silver leaned over and tugged the sheet down, taking one into his mouth. Her hand went to his head in a reflex and held him to her.
“You have the best mouth and the dirtiest mind.” He smiled and moved to the other nipple. “I’m exhausted.”
He withdrew and looked at her. “I know, baby. We can join the party for a little bit. Torque is grilling hamburgers and hotdogs. Food would be nice and you can talk with your sisters. Show them the house.”
He liked the idea of living in the same neighborhood as her aunt. The girls would have a short walk to visit them and they had extra bedrooms for them to stay if they wanted. He knew that was important to Layla and he only wanted to see her happy.
“You’re going to have to pull me up and dress me.”
He laughed. “Come on.”
He lifted her into his arms and took her to the closet where her clothes were piled up in bags. He had no idea what she wanted to wear so he picked out shorts and a tank top.
“Underwear or no?”
She smiled. “Your call.”
“As much as I love seeing your tits and tasting your nipples, I don’t really want other people staring at them all night. It’s getting cool outside.”
He dressed her for once, something that was completely foreign to him. She seemed to like it, like that he took care of her. When she was ready to go, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“You’re the best.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you for everything.”
He looped his arms around her. “I love you, baby. And you’re welcome.”
They walked out to the party. Torque had a cigarette dangling from his lips as he manned the grill out back. The guys had gathered around the picnic table while her sisters sat at the deck’s patio furniture. Silver went to join them, leaving Layla with her father and sisters.
“Taking naps in the late afternoon?” Dooby gave him a knowing look.
“Yep. Moving is hard.”
“Not the only thing, I’m sure.”
Silver flipped him off and grabbed a hotdog from the middle of the table. The guys liked to rag him all the time about different things and it didn’t surprise him that Layla was the new topic.
“Layla looks like she’s going to fall over,” Lauren commented.
“His dick isn’t that good.” Joker shook his head. “Hell, I was the one that suggested those ties. They’re the same ones I have on my bed. They’re hidden so the cleaning lady doesn’t see them when she changes my sheets.”
“The ties did their job.” He swallowed a bite of food. “And my dick is that good.”
Joker flipped him off. They spent the rest of the evening laughing and joking. Silver glanced up occasionally and saw Layla nearly falling asleep in her lounge chair. She deserved to be put out of her misery. He stood and walked up the steps to the deck. Bending slightly, he lifted her and carried her inside. She curled up to him and he liked the feeling. He sat her in their bed and pulled the blankets over her. She smiled up at him as he kissed her.
“I’ll be back later. We still have guests.”
She nodded and rolled to her side. He watched her for a moment before leaving. If this was what his life would be like then he looked forward to being one happy man for the rest of his days.
The party went on for another two hours before everyone left. He offered to let the girls stay, but Miranda said no. He liked her sisters and was pretty sure they liked him. Thankfully, they understood how tired Layla was and didn’t get mad over her going to bed early.
He went to the bedroom and crawled into bed beside her. “You awake?”
“Mmm.”
“Your sisters are coming back in the morning. I think the little one has her heart set on the first bedroom being hers. I’m not sure your aunt is going to like that.”
Layla curled up to him. “Tori makes herself at home anywhere she goes.”
“I like them. It feels good to have family.”
Layla pushed up from him and stared into his eyes. “Are you happy?”
“Hell yes.” He smiled. “You make me pretty fucking happy all on your own.”
She smoothed her hand along his chest. “I guess our little agreement is null and void now, huh?”
He brushed her hair from her cheek. “I haven’t decided to give you up. You can pretty much bet that’s not going to happen. So, no. You’re still my sex slave and I plan to fucking worship you every damn day.”
She chuckled. “Being your sex slave is going to kill me.”
He kissed her. “Okay. Our deal is void. But I’m not giving you up. Not now and not ever.”
“Should we make a new deal?” She glanced over at her hand and held it up. “One that involves a ring, a ceremon
y, and a lifetime together?”
A lifetime with Layla. Yeah, he could handle that. He loved her. Had for a long time. “A new deal is okay. It might make things awkward though when you take my name.”
“Layla Silverman.” She giggled. “Or Mrs. Tyke Silverman.”
He groaned and she laid her cheek against his chest. “Don’t say that.”
“But you’re so cute when you’re annoyed. Paddle my ass, big boy. Make me regret getting on your bad side.”
He shook his head. “What the hell have I gotten myself into?”
She kissed him. “You created a monster. Just think, before I met you I was innocent and sweet. Now I can’t stop thinking about your cock inside me. Your hands slapping my ass until it’s red. Your delicious cock in my mouth while you fuck my face. I want it all. For a lifetime.”
He pulled her body over his. “You’ve got it.”
He smacked her ass with his hand and she leaned forward to press her mouth against his. He never liked kissing anyone until he met her. He never liked being close to anyone until he was with her. He gripped her ass and rubbed her pussy against his crotch. She had claimed him. Long before either of them said a word to the other, she’d claimed his heart. There was no greater feeling in the world than knowing that he belonged to someone. That he belonged to Layla. He would marry her. He would give her babies and a life that she always wanted. She was everything to him and he had no intention of letting her go.
The End
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