The heavy breaths continued to float along my skin, creating a trail of goosebumps as he eased his finger to my pussy lips. The lightest tap. The softest caress. I had no idea how he could stand fondling me with such restraint, but he was driving me mad with yearning, stifling any ability to think clearly.
His finger teased every inch of my pussy, swirling only once around my clit. A clipped moan finally escaped my lips. Within a split second, the two hard cracks against my bottom were given. I was shocked how intense the pain was in comparison. I wiggled and twisted my hands, literally biting my lip to keep from crying out.
He resumed his soft caress, repeating the move but never sliding his finger all the way into my pussy. I heard another sound, a shift in movement. Then I knew he’d opened the drawer once again. I braced for whatever wretched implement he was going to grab.
Silence.
Please, God. Please. Fuck me. Fuck. Me!
Nothing.
One minute.
Two.
The weight on the bed was heavy, my wrists twisted in the rope as I was forced onto my back. Hands pushed my legs up and out and only seconds later, I knew another strand of rope was being wound around my calves, securing them against my thighs.
I was mortified, scared to death to be so vulnerable, but there was also extreme excitement as he performed the task. When he was finished, there was no way I could move, my pussy and ass wide open for his use.
For anything he craved.
I wanted to see his face, to know that everything would be all right. I needed to lock eyes with his, to understand his reasons and feel secure in his… love. God. There was no way a man like Dominick could love anyone. I was even more terrified that he’d leave me alone this way, perhaps teaching me some unknown lesson.
When he rubbed the palms of his hands on the back of my thighs, kneading in such a gentle manner, I was able to breathe, some tension easing.
But dear God, the excitement shot adrenaline and red-hot electricity racing through every vein and muscle, forcing my toes to curl and my heart to skip. I felt the weight of the bed change, could sense he was hovering over my body and I held my breath, clenching my fists.
The hot slide of his tongue along my skin shattered my last resolve. I tossed my head back and forth, gasping as the rough pads of his fingers pinched my nipples, twisting and pulling. I was wet and hot yet shivering as the anguish rushed like the crackle of lightning through the streams of blood. The pain was exquisite, shoving me into ecstasy even though the anguish was biting.
He shoved his wide open mouth on my pussy, his tongue thrusting all the way inside. Shocked, I jerked up, letting off a primal scream.
“Oh. Oh!”
A quick snap of his wrist and he smacked my pussy with several fingers over and over again, issuing nothing more than a husky growl. When he pushed his entire face into my wetness once again, I refused to cry. The stinging sensations were powerful, wondrous in a way I couldn’t comprehend. Everything was heightened.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Longing.
He licked with such aggression that his guttural sounds became the sweetest music, his tongue a perfect weapon. I fell into the rhythm, my head lolling to the side as the tingling increased. I was aware he’d slid several fingers inside my swollen channel, flexed open and plunging in and out. With every swipe of his tongue, every slam of his fingers, I was dangled over the precipice of an intense orgasm.
Dominick refused to stop, his actions becoming even more brutal, his hunger increasing. He issued no commands, no rules to obey. There was no holding back. I was far too lost in the sublime. Opening my mouth, I willed a silent scream as the climax raced from the very tips of my polished toes straight into my pussy.
I jerked up, no longer able to feel my arms or legs as the orgasm slammed into me, creating wave after beautiful wave. My heart was stuttering, the beats skipping and the euphoria was the most incredible in my life.
Suddenly, there was such a chill wafting over me. Had he left? No. No! I craved his cock. The weight on the bed shifted, hands wrapping around mine, fingers intertwining. He eased the tip of his cock just inside, the throbbing wonderful. Everything between us was electrified, the warmth of his hands and the feel of his fingertips so intimate.
I could only envision the way he was holding his massive body aloft. How I longed to wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.
Very slowly, he lowered down, and I could feel every inch of him as he thrust the entire length of his cock inside.
Panting, I tipped my head until our lips touched. And I could hear the single word, said in such a whispered manner that I might be dreaming.
“Mine.”
He crushed his mouth over mine as he pumped in and out, slamming me into the soft confines of the bed. His hold on my hands was like a tight vise, his fingers digging in. I was alive, free of the nagging constraints of my entire life, open to experiencing all of this man. The thought was provocative, seducing me just as much as the beast taking me.
He was unforgiving in his desire, fucking me long and hard, his cock spreading me wide open. I was catapulted into the outer rings of bliss, a place I’d never been. Every time he pulled out, I was ready to scream and every savage plunge like sweet release, bringing me to another climax within seconds.
“Ah… Ah… Ah…” There was no way to stop my ragged breathing, the throaty sounds matching his. The heat of his body was overwhelming, igniting a firestorm between us.
And still he continued pumping like a crazed man. Every sound was magnified, the scent of sex intoxicating.
The man who’d dominated my soul was close to coming. I wanted his seed filling me, the scent of him covering every inch. I squeezed my pussy muscles until his body went rigid. And just seconds before he exploded into me, I climaxed again.
Perhaps it was nerves or excitement, even the remnants of ravaging fear, but even I was stunned hearing the words that slipped from my mouth. And instantly, I knew I would live to regret them.
“I love you.”
Dominick
I wasn’t going to lie that her words didn’t haunt me. Perhaps that made me even more of a scoundrel than I knew myself to be. After all, I’d had the thoughts myself in the throes of passion. The word itself was foreign to me, existing only in fairytales and romance books. I took a swig of my whiskey, staring out at the sun just cresting over the horizon. I’d left her alone in my bed, her naked body barely covered by the soft sheets.
The thought of her would always make my cock hard, my balls swollen. This morning was no exception, but the sleepless night was a reminder why I shouldn’t get too close.
Danger.