I move my hands up, tracing my fingers over her thighs again. Her stomach tightens and her hips roll, trying to reach my touch as it passes by. I spare her breasts too, denying her the touch of the most sensitive places as I stroke up and down the middle of her chest, then under, teasing the soft curves of her body. She licks her lips and I slide one hand down between her legs. Her whole body is slick with warm sweat.
Gently I hold her lips between my fingers, stroking. I can feel the heat building as I tease her clit, already stiff and throbbing. I sweep my finger back and forth over the delicate nub, watching her toes twitch as she fists the sheets and pretends to relax.
“Give yourself to me totally,” I whisper to her.
“Yes. Anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” she agrees, pleading.
I touch her hip and she rolls onto her side, facing away from me. I did that on purpose. There’s a mirror on the wall. I want her to see. I lie behind her and push up against her, grinding my cock into her back. She stiffens as she feels it, shaking with anticipation. I slide a little over and grind my cock between her cheeks, and she moans.
“You want it, don’t you?”
She nods briskly. “Anything.”
“I can use you any way I want.”
“Any way. Please.”
I don’t, not yet. I hold my hard cock against her and slide my arms up her stomach to cup her perfect breasts in my hands, so soft but firm, the texture of her nipples against my palms making my cock throb. She’s boiling hot all over, like she just stepped out of a scalding bath.
“Quentin, please.”
“Not yet. Beg.”
“Please. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
“I’m going to,” I tell her.
I lean back to retrieve the bottle of lubricant and coat my cock in a thick slippery layer of it, and gingerly probe at her tight rosebud with my finger. She tenses and sucks a breath through her teeth.
“Relax.”
“Don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t, I promise. Remember the special word.”
“Okay.”
“Lie like this.”
I turn her onto her stomach across the bed, facing the mirror. I can barely contain myself now. My every movement is quivering agony, fighting to restrain the beast that demands I thrust inside her and come, come now. More lubricant, and then I caress her ass with the head of my cock, watching her lips part in a gasp.
I press against her and she tenses then relaxes, gripping the edge of the bed. The tension builds, and builds, and builds.
I rip the blindfold off as her body yields and I enter her.
14
Rose
The blindfold comes away and I’m treated to a look of utter shock on my face as my body opens and accepts Quentin. God, it feels weird. I can’t help but stare in the mirror, shuddering as he presses deeper. I can see over my own back in my reflection.
I can see his body, every muscle tight with restrained power, power I feel flowing into me, barely held in check. Excitement and fear and the pleasure of a strange new sensation swirl inside me as I watch his cock disappear into my red, freshly spanked ass. I groan as he goes deeper, and deeper still. Is it ever going to stop?
A breath sucks in through my teeth as he rests on my back, my ass pressed against his hips. It feels so strange. I feel filled up and hollow at the same time, the invading presence of his cock inside me weirdly satisfying, like scratching an itch.
I’m yielding to him. I relax under him as he wraps his arm around me, around my neck, and holds me still as he starts to thrust. With every movement I can feel him restraining myself, power in his body ready to make me scream, but so gentle, so slow. There is a hint of pain but it fades as I relax and the sensation grows familiar, pleasant, even.
I’m his, totally. He spreads his legs and enters me deeper, straddling me as he rolls his hips. His cock is his ownership, stealing my body from me as I surrender myself to him willingly.
I feel protected and used, saintly and slutty. It’s dirty and I like it.
He murmurs in my ear. “It’s going to take me a long time to come going this slow. That’s why I had you swallow. So I can fuck your ass until you can’t take it anymore.”
I offer him one simple word, not a command, nor even an invitation, a plea. A single word of undoing and surrender.
“Harder.”
Oh my God, I can’t take it, it feels too good and too strange. I grip his arm and arch under him, pressing my back to his chest as he slides against me, his cock filling me more than I’ve ever filled before.
His other hand is under me, under my stomach. God, he’s fucking big, I think if he pushes too hard with his hand he’ll poke his palm with his cock.
His hand moves down, down, down, settles between my legs. Oh God, Quentin, it’s too much.
He starts to move his hand, not deftly, with his fingers, just rubbing his palm lightly over my mound and my sensitive lips, now and then touching his finger against me like it will enter me before pulling back. I want to draw my legs up but he has me pinned, the ache in my muscles melting into the pleasure that ripples through my body.
“Like it?” he purrs in my ear.
I can’t answer. I just croak out a soft moan.