AMELIA
I can’t see a thing. The cord isn’t tight across my eyes, but it’s thick enough to block out all the light. All my other senses are heightened. I
swear I can smell him from where I’m lying.
I can smell my desire too. I can hear the trees outside, the breeze strong enough to make the leaves rustle, but not so loud that I can’t hear the waves on the sea. The tide is in and I can picture it crashing into the stony shore while his hands slide up my ankles, massaging their way higher.
I know I can lift the blindfold to see him, but somehow I can’t do it. I need his permission. Don’t ask me why. It just is that way. I won’t get to see him until he lets me.
My ass is stinging from the spanking, rubbing on the blankets under me, and sending shudders through my nerve endings. They compete with the sensation of his rough fingers going past my calves to my knees.
He’s taking his time teasing me. I’m utterly relaxed in his company. The tension is all coming from my desire. I have wanted no one so much in my life. Lust has devoured me and I can feel the same emotions coming off him in waves.
His breathing is controlled, but his grip is growing stronger. He is a man who could kill me in seconds, yet I feel perfectly safe.
A few minutes ago I was asleep. Now I’m naked and so is he. I can feel his arms brushing my legs as his warm breath hits my thighs. “Perfect,” he says, kissing my stomach. “Completely perfect.”
“I doubt that,” I reply.
“No putting yourself down,” he says, lightly swatting my pussy with his palm. It stings, but not too much. “That’s an order.”
“Giving me orders now?”
“You object?” He strokes a finger around my soft folds, moving them from side to side. I know he’s examining me and I don’t care. I want him to see everything.
“Nope,” I squeal. I want him to know how wet he’s making me. I feel on the edge of an orgasm already and he’s barely touched me. I can hardly breathe at all. It’s like all the air’s been sucked out of the room.
“Kiss me,” I tell him. “Kiss my pussy, please, Leo.”
He climbs up me, talking as he moves. “I decide when that happens,” he says, straddling my chest. I can feel the heat of him as something hard and firm brushes my lips.
I open my mouth and all at once I’m choking on his cock. It feels burning hot and far bigger than I was expecting. I don’t know what I was expecting. Not this, that’s for sure.
He’s spanked me, stripped me, blindfolded me, and now he’s sliding back and forth in my mouth while my tongue flicks over the tip of him.
His breathing changes, and he growls. “You look good with my cock in your mouth,” he says, reaching behind him and stroking my stomach. I want him in me so badly my body is squirming in place.
He pulls out and I take a gasping breath, my cheeks flushed with color. I can feel them burning up. I want him so badly, the words just slip out. “Fuck me,” I say, pushing him down my body. He goes but too slowly.
He kisses my nipples, playing with my tits, squeezing them almost painfully, kneading them in his hands, kissing my neck at the same time.
His lips brush mine, but only for the briefest of moments. By the time I feel him going, he’s between my legs, his tongue reaching out and gliding into me, lapping up my wetness.
I shift my hips, my clit throbbing with need as he moves his tongue to my folds, thrusting a finger into me.
“Come for me,” he says, licking expertly at my clit. “Come for me, Amelia. Come on my tongue.”
He resumes licking my aching clit and I’m writhing in place, my hands on his hand, my hips thrusting upward. I want more inside me than his finger, but he’s not moving at all. I still haven’t even seen him naked.
I picture him instead. Those muscles I could feel when he was in my mouth, the lumps that suggest scars on his back and his chest. Is he tattooed? I’ve no idea.
“Please,” I beg him. “Don’t stop.”
He slowed, but only to tease me. A second finger delves into me alongside the first, stretching me wide. “Getting you ready for my cock,” he says, thrusting back and forth. “Ready for me to come in you?”
“God, yes,” I reply. His tongue flicks over my clit as I speak and my words turn into a long, slow moan of sheer joy.
“Birth control?” he asks. “Do I need to get something?”
“The pill,” I squeak as he licks me again. “Just get inside me before I blow up.”
He doesn’t. Not yet. First, he brings me right to the edge of orgasm. “I’m so close,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“Do it,” he says. “Come for me right now.”
He thrusts his fingers to exactly the right spot inside me. Already it’s as if he knows exactly what I like. I feel the familiar tension rising in me.
As his mouth surrounds my clit; it happens. I come onto his face, grinding against him, my mouth open but no sounds coming out.
“Good girl,” he says, kissing me lightly as he slides his fingers from me. I barely get time to recover before he’s up the bed and pulling the blindfold from my eyes. “I want you on me,” he says, rolling onto his back as I blink in the light.
I glance down between his legs and my eyes widen at the sheer rockhard bulk of him. He looks at me with his cock sticking up and I have no choice but to climb onto that. I need it all the way in me and I need it right now.
I squat on his hips and lower myself onto his shaft. He guides himself up into me and as he stretches me, I wince. He’s so big it hurts a little, but the pain soon turns into the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.
He fits me perfectly and as I ride him; I look down and the look of arousal in his eyes is almost enough to tip me over the edge again. My tits are bouncing freely.
I tug at my nipples as he gropes over to the drawer, pulling out the nearest vibrator. He switches it on and presses it to my clit, putting my hand on it. “Make yourself come for me,” he says.
I don’t think I can, not this soon. But I try, and I soon get near the edge. I grind onto his cock, still bouncing on him and trying not to lose my balance.
I want to feel him come in me. I need it more than I ever needed anything, more than I need air to breathe. There is nothing else in the world but this overwhelming desire.
Sweat is pouring down me as I keep moving the vibrator on my clit until I know I’m almost there. “I’m going to come,” I gasp. “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”
This time, it’s more powerful than the last. I’m still shaking with the violent pleasure of it when he lifts me off him, getting me onto all fours, kneeling behind me.
I shove my face into the pillow, which works for me as it means he can’t hear the cursing I’m doing. He thrusts hard and fast into me, filling me completely with his length.
His hands mash into my ass cheeks, the sting from the spanking making my nerves even more sensitive.
“Come in me,” I groan as I sense him getting close. I get a hand between my legs and switch on the vibrator again, pressing it to my clit, wondering if I can manage a third. I can.
It happens at the same moment as he slams all the way home while crying out, “I’m coming.”
His cock twitches inside me, and as my pussy muscles grip and contract around him, he comes. It spurts deep into me and fills me to overflowing as he thrusts a final few times, his movements gradually easing until he slides from me.
I’m still shaking with pleasure as he rolls onto his back and looks across at me. My knees give way and I collapse, doing my best to get my breath back.
My hair falls across my face. I brush it aside with a weak hand in time for him to lean over and kiss me. He tastes of me.
“That was good,” I say, closing my eyes and grinning. “Very good.”
“Glad you approve.”
“Oh, I approve. Where the hell did you learn that?”
“Sent away for a course. Had to take an exam.”
I glance at him. “Was that a joke?”
He nods. “Maybe.”
“Shit. I didn’t know you could actually joke. Did you just break your programming or something?” I force myself to my feet and head through to the bathroom.
I sit and pee and feel him dripping out of me at the same time. It makes me feel dirty, but I like it. I’m still aching when I head back through a minute later.
I can’t help yawning. “Don’t go anywhere,” I say, sliding under the blankets. “Promise me.”
He kisses my forehead. “I promise. You get some sleep. You’ve had a hard evening.”
I throb inside when he says that. “Hope there’s a hard morning too,” I reply, yawning again.
I’m drifting off to sleep when a noise wakes me. I look up and he’s naked on the other side of the room, cellphone pressed to his ear. “On my way,” he says.
He looks across at me and nods. “Got to go,” he says. “Be back soon.”
“Key’s by the door,” I tell him with an enormous yawn. “Be sure to lock up, won’t you? People get spanked for leaving doors unlocked around here.”
He gets dressed and I watch him the entire time. I can’t get over how good he looks. Tattoos. Several scars. A burn on his right upper arm. More scars.
They don’t detract from his body; they enhance it. All muscles and tanned skin and good enough to eat. I get a last look at his cock before it’s back in his pants and I have a funny feeling I won’t ever get to see it again.
Leaving tomorrow. That’s what I think as he kisses me a last time before heading out the room. I promised him forty-eight hours, and that ends tomorrow night. After that? Who knows what happens.
I know a relationship with him can’t work. I also know he never promised me one. So it’s dumb of me to want one, anyway. It’s also dumb to sit there and pout and sulk and wish he didn’t have to go.
He never promised me anything, but I want it. I want him to wrap himself around me while I fall asleep. I’d never feel scared again. I’d feel safe for the rest of my life.
I wonder what I mean to him. Has he got feelings for me? Or am I just the bumpkin he bangs while he’s in the country? Will he forget me and go back to the city to his dozens of dollybirds?
Jeez, now I do sound like my grandmother. Dollybird? That’s what she called women my age when she was alive. Used to call me one when I first moved in after mom died. Said I dressed like a dollybird.
I close my eyes and try not to feel sad. I should be happy. I just had the best sex of my life. But something is bugging me, and it keeps digging away at me even as I settle down to sleep.
I want him so badly. I know I shouldn’t but I do. He’s dangerous, and he’s trouble and I should stay the hell away. But all I want is for him to get back to me and never leave my side ever again.