Chained to You, Vol. 3-4

by Alexia Praks

  "Oh, James..." I groaned out as he squeezed me against the window, my hard and sore breasts pressed against the cold glass, which only worked to turn me on at a higher level, causing my core to burn and twist even more, craving him.

  "How does it feel to be so exposed?" his voice hotly whispered into my ear, darkly and erotically, which made my nerves dance in excitement.

  Oh God! I wanted him deep inside me again so badly. I craved it, in fact. I wanted it filling me and making me complete. And the prodding--James's large, aroused beast drilling into the deepest part of me, connecting us wholly.

  "James..." I barely managed to reply through a whisper. My lips and throat felt dry and weak. I had no ounce of energy left.

  God! I wasn't sure if my legs could hold out much longer.

  James continued to toy with me. I felt trapped and weak under his control. Oh God, it felt so good to be at his mercy, his influence, his power, his command.

  My center continued to twist and pulsate, coiling and convulsing deeper and darker as pain and pleasure met and greeted one another within me, playing, teasing, and toying with one another, making my insides burn fervently for more, for the sensations to go deeper and darker, even further beyond my own imagination. It made me breathless and dazed, as if I were high.

  Oh God... More pain... More pleasure... More control... More exposure... More teasing... More kissing... More...

  James must have understood my untamed desire more than my innocent self was able to express as he suddenly lifted one of my legs, exposing me even more. I felt the cool night air caressing me, and my core jumped with excitement as the sweet nectar of my milk sensually flowed from me, wetting me even more in response.

  "Oh, James..." I moaned softly, my breathing heavy.

  James kissed me about the nape of my neck, and then he whispered, "I see you like this position. Does it turn you on when you're so exposed, Mia?" He chuckled darkly as he caressed me, his expert fingers vigorous and demanding. "Does the thought of the world watching you while I fuck you turn you on?"

  I shuddered at his erotic interrogation. Oh God, yes, my body screamed in agreement. But I shook my head in the negative, playing innocent. I had no idea why I was telling him a lie. I had no idea why I falsified the truth when my body was outrageously flaunting otherwise, quite simply exhibiting and screaming to the world that I loved it, being treated in such a sexy, wicked way.

  "Oh?" he queried with interest, seeing right through me, knowing immediately what I had signified was a simple and utter lie. As if to taunt me, to punish me for my untruth, his fingers ruthlessly dug deeper, torturing me in such a barbaric way the action shook me to my core and made me so breathless and dazed I was certain I was going to faint from the overwhelming experience.

  My body tensed, tightening into a dense coil, and then weaken and collapsed against the window. If not for the thick glass frame supporting me and James's firm grasp, I knew I would have fallen to my knees, so deeply affected by James and his words.

  I felt exhausted and beaten and my body even more sensitive, craving sex, craving James even more.

  He was definitely right. I was very responsive to him tonight. No doubt about that. The more he made love to me, the more sensitive I became. My body now easily reacted, tingling in pleasure at the slightest erotic suggestion.

  "Then why," James whispered into my ear as I heaved and my limp body collapsed against the glass, "does your pussy tighten so hard around my fingers?" He chuckled. "It's as if the very idea of you being so exposed while I do this to you"--he plunged another finger and thrust all three deep into me--"excites you. Hmm... You're such a liar, Mia." He licked the base of my throat, teasing me.

  The heat of his tongue did nothing to dampen my continued arousal and desire for him. In fact, it was the opposite. My whole body writhed in a frenzy.

  "I believe you need to be punished," he said darkly. "Don't you?"

  I couldn't reply to his rhetorical question. I was already at the point of no return. Truth be told, I couldn't care less what he was going to do to me next. In fact, I welcomed it. Welcomed his ruthless sexual torture, ravishing my body and pounding deep into me until I was mindless, breathless, and dazed. Until my world spun and turned into a myriad of shades of the rainbow. Until my body became numb and blacked out the awareness of everything around me except for James himself, except for the exquisite amatory sensations he expertly granted me.

  "James..." I begged, my pussy longingly pulsating for his cock. "Please..."

  I felt tears in my eyes at my unbearable craving. The thought of that particular beast prodding into me, rubbing itself against the lining of my secret valley, thrilled me in anticipation.

  My breathing short and labored, I whispered, "James..."

  I gazed up at him, my eyes in that deep-set desire-filled expression, beseeching.

  James smiled darkly at me, pleased with the way I looked--weak, docile, and imploring.

  He kissed me on the lips gently and softly as if it were my reward for being the perfect submissive mistress. When he moved back just a little, he said, his warm breath fanning against my face seductively, "Since you begged."

  I sighed a breath of relief in happiness and excitement as he granted my desire. My whole body shook, and my knees weakened as James guided me into position. The end result made my backside stick into the air. The feeling was exquisitely wonderful. I was excited and waited in anticipation, knowing soon I was going to be ruthlessly fucked, that any moment now, he'd mercilessly and continuously pound his cock deep into me, filling me to the core, making us one.

  James palmed me, sliding his hand from front to back, his fingers stroking the sensitive grove of my pussy, his skin soaking wet with my honey. Then he firmly held my hip and snuggled his face against my hair, inhaling my scent.

  "You smell amazing," he said softly.

  I closed my eyes as I felt my body pressed harder against the window. I psyched myself into readiness for him, my pussy twitching for his cock while my heart raced and my breathing quickened.

  Slowly and seductively, James let me feel him by rubbing his hot, hard cock against my wet pussy, stroking the thick shaft against my sensitive, wet flesh, causing a torrent of explosive sensation throughout my body. I groaned deeply as my body squirmed in anticipation for that beast to invade me.

  James whispered into my ear, teasing me. "You're quite eager today, aren't you?"

  I mindlessly nodded since I could no longer deny my desire for him.

  "Ask me again, Mia. Tell me you want my cock inside you." He chuckled darkly. "Politely."

  I bit my lower lip as my body shook uncontrollably. Then I took a deep breath and whispered breathlessly, "I... I want your cock deep inside me, James... Please."

  "Hmm..." he responded, kissing me tenderly about the neck, waiting for me to express more of my unashamed sexy pleading.

  "Please, James," I said, feeling my own body reacting deliciously to my naughty words, words I would never use with anyone except James. "Please... fuck my naughty pussy with your cock."

  I didn't mean my words to be so erotic and dirty, but it just unexpectedly came out that way. James, to my surprise and pleasure, responded like a bull in heat. He sucked the skin of my neck and tightened his hold on me, as if my very words excited him beyond control. I felt his firm grasp on me, digging into my sensitive skin, which only heightened my pleasure even more.

  Once he released my skin from his mouth, he chuckled darkly with amusement. It was as if he enjoyed my sexy comeback, teasing and taunting him.

  "That's my girl."

  Then slowly and carefully, he prodded his thick cock into my pussy, filling my aching emptiness. In response, I sighed and groaned in pleasure, my whole body shuddering and squirming deliciously. Then, when he started moving, I cried in ecstasy.

  "Agh..." I groaned. "Hmm... Ahh..."

  James continued to pound into me--in and out, in and out...

  His body and mine moved in fluid r
hythm, dancing erotically against the window. Oh God! It felt amazingly wonderful being fucked in this position, erotically exciting.

  "Ja-James..." I screamed his name between each heavy breath. "Oh... Ja-James..."

  More... More... Harder... Harder... Faster... Faster...

  Indeed, James seemed to understand what I wanted. His pace increased, thrusting into me faster and faster, screwing me deeper and deeper, which was driving me insane.

  Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! It wouldn't be long now until I came.

  I gritted my teeth, my mind in a muddle, my heart racing and pounding in my chest as it had never before as my body shook and squirmed and my breasts smashed against the window.

  "James..." I screamed. "I'm coming..."

  The instant I breathlessly said those words to him, James swore under his breath. "Fuck! Not yet, Mia. Not yet."

  He deliberately slowed his pace, which in turn decreased my build up.

  "James?" I asked. "Please..." I begged. I wanted him to pound into me so I could come. The blasted man, however, had other ideas and pulled out completely.

  Chapter 25

  Mia

  I felt betrayed and disappointed as I turned to look at him, my eyes full of tears and my cheeks flushed. I felt cold and empty.

  James kissed me gently as if to sooth my turmoil that abruptly spiked within me. It was as if he understood the craving of my body, desperate for him. I knew he was pleased I was this way. Vulnerable. Submissive. Piteous. Craving. Desiring him. I knew he was playing the dominating, controlling master once again, preferring to give me small doses of loving, of pleasure whenever it amused him.

  Sick. Bastard. That was James Maxell all right, and I loved him so dearly. Why? Why oh why had I fallen in love with a man such as Mr. James Maxwell, a controlling and dominating billionaire elite who ruled Las Vegas's dark underground business world?

  Standing there with my back to the window, I gazed up at him, my eyes expressing a mixture of confusion, pleading, disappointment, and accusation at the same time. He chuckled. My breathing was still heavy and laborious as I waited for him to initiate his next move.

  James cupped my face gently and then kissed my forehead. "Calm down, Mia."

  I wanted to shout at him to please just fuck me and stop leading me on. At least not tonight. This on-and-off pleasure was driving me insane. Then suddenly it struck me. Wasn't that the whole idea of it? The prolonged anticipation?

  I didn't know, and I certainly didn't care at the moment. I was aching for him, and I'd do anything to fill the emptiness growing forever stronger within me.

  "You're a mean bastard, Mr. Maxwell," I said softly, my gaze accusing.

  James twisted his lip in amusement and leaned his face closer to mine until our noses were touching.

  "Aren't you a feisty little thing tonight?" Then he kissed me passionately, which took me by surprise. His lips were firm against mine as his tongue plunged into my mouth and wildly stroked and caressed me, wreaking havoc within me. I shuddered deliciously under his fervent attack.

  Determined, I came back with my own zealous response. At least I thought it was a zealous response. I teased him, my tongue stroking and caressing his, entwining with his. It wasn't long, however, before I was suddenly breathless and weak from our ardent kiss.

  When James finally moved back, I was weak and collapsed, leaning against the window for support. James lowered himself and lifted me in his arms, which surprised and confused me.

  "What are you doing now?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck to prevent myself from falling.

  "Taking you to bed," he said matter-of-fact.

  I blinked. Taking me to bed? But I hadn't come yet. My body still craved him. I still wanted to be ravish by him until I came hard out, until I was exhausted. My body needed to be fucked by him.

  I bit my lip and glared at him. "Now?"

  "Yes. Now," he replied, his face a dark mask.

  I sighed in vexation. Fine. If he wanted to go to bed now, he could do so. He could sleep all he wanted. But I certainly wasn't going to until I was satisfied. I'd decided once we were in bed, I'd attack him head on. I just didn't care anymore. He could judge me as a slut, a wanton wench all he wanted. I just simply didn't care. Yes, I'd attack him and seduce him. I'd kiss him and lick him. I'd even resort to caressing him down there, too, if I really had to. I was that desperate. I was that far gone. My body was craving him that much.

  Then once he succumbed to my enchanted seduction, I'd ride him as I had when we'd been on the couch only a half hour before, when he allowed me to take the lead, to take control of our sex. Besides, he was still hard, wasn't he? How was he going to go to bed when he was still hard? With his member sticking out like a steel pole?

  In the bedroom, James gently laid me on the bed. I lay there in a sort of half-sleeping position as I gazed up at him. Then slowly, I lowered my eyes. Sure enough, that man beast of his was still hard, sticking out arrogantly for my eyes to feast upon.

  I licked my lips and raised my gaze back to his face. The moment I met his beautiful Prussian-blue eyes that never ceased to fascinate me, I caught my breath at the back of my throat. He was broodingly dark and breathtakingly handsome.

  "Spread your legs, Mia," he instructed.

  There was a dominating command within his voice that I didn't miss. A sort of order I found hard to disobey.

  Indeed, I did not disobey him, eagerly spreading my legs for him as he instructed. I had no doubt the view of me so bare and in such a wanton position was quite enticing from where he stood.

  He smirked in reaction. Standing there at the end of the bed and between my legs, he gawked darkly at me, his eyes feasting on me, caressing every inch. His slow observation made my tummy flutter deliciously and my pussy pulsate and burn fervently for him. Then his hands firmly caressed me along the length of my legs, up toward my knees and then my thighs. Once he reached my hips, he gently pulled me toward him.

  I knew he was going to fuck me in this position, and my core throbbed in excitement as my body waited in anticipation.

  Then he leisurely teased me, lightly brushing his harden manhood against my sensitive, hot, aching pussy. The heat and firmness was amazingly beautiful, making my breath catch at the back of my throat and my body course in delicious pleasure.

  "Mmm..." I groaned. "Hmm..."

  James must have liked the way I responded and abruptly invaded me with a hard thrust, right to the deepest part of me in one forceful move.

  I sucked in a deep breath in reaction as my body tensed as if I were about to orgasm. Then I relaxed at the beautiful sensation rushing throughout my body, making me squirm as James began his rhythm.

  "Agh..." I groaned. "Ahh... Hmm..."

  Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! It felt so good to have James's cock inside me, thrusting into the deepest part of me.

  "Ja-James..." I whispered his name as he increased his pace, making me move along with him in an erotic rhythm.

  "Fuck!" he roared out, his muscles tightening and his body tensing as his movements became more tempestuous.

  "Does it feel good, Mia?" he asked, amusement in his voice. His face, however, was a dark mask of torture as he tried to control himself.

  I licked my lips and nodded in response because I just couldn't respond, what with my head in a muddled mess and my body experiencing a myriad of pleasurable sensations exploding within my body and powerfully overwhelming me.

  I groaned deliciously. "Hmm..."

  James must have understood my response and chuckled. Then he shift slightly and spread my legs wider, all the while not missing a beat in his vigorous thrusting.

  The slightly altered position increased the pleasure by another notch, and I shuddered in delirium.

  "Ahh... James..." I moaned deeply, begging him to go further, to fuck me harder, fuck me faster, fuck me deeper.

  "Fuck, Mia," he said through gritted teeth. "Your pussy is the sweetest." He chuckled. "Your pussy is amazing." His breathing
was becoming hard and laborious now. "You're amazing."

  I felt my heart flare with delight in response to his praise. At the same time, my core twisted, pulsated, and tightened around his cock, increasing our pleasure even more.

  He chuckled, pleased with the result. "Fuck!" he said under his breath.

  His pounding became faster and harder, driving ever so deep into me. I felt overwhelmingly filled with him.

  James moved again, and this time, he lifted one of my legs so it laid over his shoulder. He thrust in again to the deepest part of me, pounding me at just the right spot.

  I screamed in pleasure the instant his cock struck the newly discovered sensitive spot within me, shouting his name.

  "Ahh... James... Oh God... Oh God... James... Ngh... Oh God..."

  James fucked me harder and faster, hitting that exquisite location again and again. Each pounding and each stroke drove me more insane with ecstasy. Each target elicited a rush of pleasure throughout my body so overwhelmingly powerful it made me breathless and stole my voice from me.

  "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" James roared, making me scream soundlessly into the night.

  "I'm going to come!" I shouted breathlessly. "I'm going to come, James!"

  I knew it was going to be intense this time around. It was going to be earth shattering.

  My hands clutched onto the duvet for support as I felt my body squirming, shaking, and shuddering at the forceful movement along with the brutal fucking. James's cock continued to invade me, striking that hotspot again and again and again.

  Oh God! I couldn't hold on any longer. I just couldn't.

  "Ja-James!" I shouted out in pleasured agony. "Ahh..."

  My body tensed and my muscles convulsed and pulsated as I screamed. My head was tilted back and my eyes were closed as I climaxed--long and deep--my whole world twisting and burning.

  I felt James climax, too, his body tense and his muscles taut as he orgasmed. He screamed my name, shouting how awesome my pussy was and how beautiful and amazing I was as he came inside me.

  I was lifted to a higher place, where only pleasure reigned, where nothing but the delight of sexual gratification existed. It was a place only James and I existed. And then I collapsed back in exhaustion, my breathing hard and labored as I gazed up at him.

  He watched me, a dark smile on his lips. We stared at each other for a moment, taking in what had just happened. At least, that was what I was doing anyway. Reminiscing the moment only he and I had experienced as one.