"Where are you taking me?"
"Home. I think I have some rope in the garage."
"That's not funny, Trent!"
He loaded me into the passenger seat, locking my seatbelt into place.
"I'm not joking."
Trent
The look on her face was priceless. I'd tricked her. But I didn't care.
She'd said yes.
"You're mine. Say it."
She was gasping, out of breath as I plunged in and out of her writhing body.
"Yes-yes!"
I stopped, my cock pulled out to the very edge of her * lips. I felt her body grasp at me and smiled.
"That's not what I asked."
"What-oh God please Trent!"
I grinned at her. People could probably hear us. I didn't care.
"You're mine."
I slipped back in part way.
"Hmmmfff... oh God yes I am yours."
"That's right Lexi. Good girl. Now you can have your reward."
She groaned as I started fucking her in earnest. I went faster now, bringing her to a frenzy. She was wild beneath me. Hair tangled, cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with lust.
Absolutely fucking perfect.
"Are you ready sweetheart?"
She moaned beneath me, her hips bucking wildly.
"I'll take that as a yes."
I grasped her hips, working my cock in a small circle again and again. I knew the exact spot inside her that would bring the most pleasure. That would drive her completely out of her mind.
She came almost instantly, her * clenching around me in satin waves. I tried to hold out, to make it last, but she felt too good.
Besides, we had guests waiting outside.
I grunted as my orgasm overtook me. My head fell back as lightning seemed to shoot out of my dick. That's how it was with her.
It felt electric.
It felt biblical.
It felt fucking epic.
On and on it went, my cock pulsing out my seed. Finally, I collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her with my weight. I kissed her beautiful face.
She blinked up at me, looking deliciously dazed. Anyone who looked at her would know she'd been thoroughly loved. They'd know she belonged to me.
"Now we can go back to the party."
Chapter Twenty-Four Lexi
The house was lit up, with people standing around and talking everywhere. A few cater waiters walked through the house, holding up trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres.
"What is going on? Why are there so many people here?"
"It's an engagement party."
"What? Whose?"
He looked at me, his eyes hard. He hadn't spoken on the ride home. I'd tried. But he was still upset.
Really, really upset.
"Ours."
My jaw must have dropped. I was in shock as he ushered me through the house. I saw my friends from the hospital. Mrs. Keeley was here too. I waved limply but he kept propelling me forward.
Right towards the bedroom.
"Trent? What are you doing?"
He ignored me completely, addressing the party.
"We'll be out in an hour. Or two."
Then he shut the door. And locked it.
I backed away as he turned to stare at me.
"You made me worry."
"I-I'm sorry."
He smiled coldly.
"You will be."
He pushed me backwards towards the bed, gently laying me on it. Then he pulled my clothes off. He wasn't rough, but he wasn't gentle either. I felt so shy with all the people out there but I didn't stop him. I started to get nervous when he reached into a drawer and pulled out four ties.
"Trent, you can't be serious."
"Oh, but I am. Give me your wrist."
I stalled, hoping he would relent. But he didn't. He just waited. Finally I decided to appease him. I held out my wrist and he smiled, wrapping the tie around it. Then he pulled it upwards, attaching it to the metal bed frame.
One by one he attached my limbs to the bed. Then slowly he started to strip.
"Trent..."
He pulled his shirt off.
"There are people out there."
He pulled his pants off. His cock sprang out. It was hard. I could see that there was a glistening drop of moisture at the tip. I licked my lips.
"That's the right idea."
He brought his cock to my lips.
"Lick."
I did. He tasted salty and hot against my tongue.
"More."
I tried to take him into my mouth, knowing that was what he wanted. But he was so big, I could only fit the first inch or two. We hadn't tried this yet. We'd been too busy doing... other things.
"Hmmm... that's nice. Don't stop."
He reached down, his fingers toying with me. I moaned and his cock slipped into my mouth a bit further. I worked him with my tongue as he brought me to the brink with his fingers. He shifted his weight, crawling on top of me and facing my feet. His cock pressed deeper into my mouth. I found I could handle it at this depth.
In fact, I was craving it.
His mouth found me as we 69'd. His tongue lapped at my bare *, sending shivers up and down my spine. His cock in my mouth, the fluttering touch of his tongue against my clit, the scraping of his firm abs against my sensitive nipples...
It was too much.
I was cuming.