The door snicked shut behind me, damping the sounds of the voices beyond it and then darkening the room. I was hoping the alcohol and New Year’s festivities would make it so the others wouldn’t notice our absence.
Shadows fell across his lean body as he sat lounging in the center of the couch, legs splayed, an elbow resting on the cushion behind him, his hand slowly running up and down his thigh waiting for me, just as he said he would be. While his stance appeared relaxed, tension radiated off of him and filled the room.
I froze. Hoping the distance between us and the darkness hid the rapid rise and fall of my chest and how gratuitously I drank in the sight of him. Just him. Alone. For years we had stolen glances, bantered flirtatious comments, but we were always insulated by people or distance, we had never been truly alone. Without the presence of others to dampen it, the buzz of attraction that had always been there now grew to an electric current, dangerous but necessary. Energy and lust arced between us.
His voice snapped me out of my reckless and indulgent consumption of the sight of him.
“Come here.” The low gravel if his voice drove my feet forward, my eyes Iocked with his, feet moving of their own accord. As I drew closer to where he sat in wait, he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his piercing blue eyes tracking my movement like a stalking animal. As I stepped within arm’s reach, his hands darted out, gripping the backs of my thighs, tugging sharply: I fell hard and fast, catching myself at the last moment so I didn’t crash completely into him.
His fingers dug hard into the flesh at my side; his thumb pressed with a bruising grip against my hip bone, fingers dug deep in the flesh of my ass. The rough palm of his other hand traveled up my bare sternum, to the base of my neck. His thumb slowly and roughly dragged from one point of my jaw bone to the base of my other ear. His hand now splayed across my throat. He drew me close to him, a breath away from his lips.
“Say yes.” he demanded.
He knew the answer. He’s had to have known the answer since the first time we spoke, he didn’t need to hear it now. The edge of my mouth turned up, I began to lean forward to take his mouth. His hand at my throat was unyielding and his fingers closed just enough to demand my obedience.
“Say it.”
Before my affirmation completely passed my lips, his crashed against mine, devouring me with bruising intensity. Releasing my hip, he wound my hair around his wrist, gripping my ponytail and arching my head back providing him unobstructed access to my neck, his teeth dragged down my throat; I shivered as goosebumps rose across my skin. My hips now free, I shamelessly ground my pussy against him. The tiny scrap of panties did little to mute the delicious friction or hide how soaked they already were. As quickly as he had snatched me into his lap, he planted me back on my feet.
“I need to see you,” he demanded and he leaned back, slowly rubbing the massive length in his pants.
I tugged my dress over my head, presenting myself to him, expecting and hoping he would devour me again, yet he didn’t move. Just sat there with a hand on his impressive cock. Just moments before, when his hands were on me, my mind only processed his touch and his command. Now, standing before him, under his scrutiny, my mind focused on all my flaws. I became increasingly aware that my thighs touched, how I wished my stomach was more toned, my ass tighter… his voice pulled me from my tailspin of thoughts.
“Hands behind your back, grab your elbows.
I was so grateful to have something to do with my hands and have something to focus on. He rose slowly. Thank God he was going to finally touch me again, I needed the world to fall away and for my focus to only be him once again. Instead, he walked past me, I turned my head to follow his movement, insecurity creeping further in.
“Eyes forwards,” he barked.
Is he leaving? Well that’s a hit to the ego. Maybe I am less than he expected? Where is he going? Am I that disappointing?
In an effort to give him an out and to hide my blooming embarrassment, I mustered my snarkiest voice to cover my hurt and disappointment, “If you want me to get dressed again, all you have to do is ask. You don’t need to try to sneak out.”
Before my sentence was finished, the sting of two sharp smacks brought the blood to both sets of my cheeks and a flood between my legs. My head snapped around at the animalistic growl that rose from his throat. He gripped my jaw, forcing me to face forward again. Pressing his rock-hard dick into my hip, he ground out his words through clenched teeth as he ground his cock against me,
“Does this seem like I want you dressed again? I have waited a very long time to unwrap my present, and I’m going to take my time and play with it as I damn well please.”
His eyes locked with mine. He paused, his voice softening just a touch, “With those pleading eyes on me, it makes it very hard to take my time. So eyes forward and I will give us both what we need.” His fingers slowly encircled the thin string of my thong and tugged hard and fast, snapping the thin fabric instantly. He stepped in front of me, towering over me, his stance menacing but it only made me want him more. His knee nudged my legs apart, as his hands slid up my thighs. My breath quickened, anticipating him finally really touching me, filling me… his hand froze halfway up my thigh as he encountered the damp skin that betrayed how much I desperately needed him. A slow smile spread across his formerly impassive face, revealing the boyish grin I had admired for years.
“Is this for me?” He asked with a hint of amusement.
“Yes, all of it,” I confessed
“Good girl.” He crooned. Those words warmed and wet me further. I would do just about anything to hear them again. He kneeled, planting an open mouth kiss on my thigh, eyes glued to mine, stealing a taste before standing and continuing the agonizingly slow ascent of his hand. My breasts heaved in anticipation as his eyes continued to bore into mine. I found some comfort in seeing his cock straining for freedom and his own breath heavy and fast.
Finally he dipped his finger inside of me, coating it in my desire. With his other hand, he gripped my chin forcing my lips to part. He painted them with his soaking finger. His teeth closed on my lower lip, holding it hostage as his tongue took a second taste of me. He hummed his approval making me flush.
His hands gripped my waist roughly as he lifted and tossed me onto the couch then moved to kneel between my legs.
“Hands over your head. Leave them there until I tell you otherwise.” His voice was strong and in control but I detected an undercurrent of urgency that empowered and humbled me. My body obeyed without my mind approving. I laid there, open for him, waiting as he had instructed. The air in the room seemed to buzz as I anticipated him finally taking me. His finger dipped deep into my pussy as his thumb rubbed a slow firm circle on my clit. He added more fingers as he nipped, sucked and licked my nipples. My body arched into him, biting my lip to keep from screaming his name as calling attention to our prolonged absence from the party. His body levered over mine.
“Eyes on me.” He demanded.
At some point during his delightful torture of my body he had lost his clothes. My eyes widened and I finally saw his full length and girth, “There is no way that will fit.” I blurted out.
His laugh rumbled over me as he positioned himself at my entrance.
“It will fit. Trust me.” He pressed into me, all humor escaping his face. “Fuuuuck, you’re tight.”
He rocked into me deeper and deeper with each thrust. Frustratingly slow. My impatience took over, my hands snapped to his ass, begging him to take me harder and faster. He replaced my hands over my head, nipping me hard on the sensitive skin on the inside of my biceps in reprimand, I knew I should feel contrite but all I could think was, if that was supposed to deter me, I will be breaking the rules more often.
He seemed to read my mind, as a small smile played on his lips. “Trust me, Little One, while I love your fire and sass, you are so tight and tiny, it will hurt if I go too fast and hard right away.” He kept up his agonizing press and retreat.
Despite his explaining and my imploring, I was impatient and I needed to feel him. All of him. I wriggled and drove my hips into him the best I could, trying to gain some control and depth. He growled and snapped his hips, bottoming out brutally but retreating quickly, causing me to gasp at the sudden painful intrusion. He was bigger than I realized and more than I had ever taken before. I should have trusted him. He caught my breath with his kiss before biting my lip. “Let me make you feel good.”
It wasn’t a request. My body relaxed and opened for him, rocking with him instead of fighting against him. Submitting. His eyes were locked on mine. As soon as I gave in, the approval was noticeable on his face, “There it is. That’s my good girl.” Those words again. This time he felt my body gush its response causing him to groan. As he worked into me further, I softened completely, my pussy taking all of him. Once fully seated, he smirked at me, a silent “told ya.”
His rhythm and intensity increased, driving into me hard and strong, reaching the ache that burned for him deep in my core. Building to the intensity I craved and to that good hurt, the hurt that brought me closer to my goal not further away. I could see his control starting to slip as he pounded into me; I let myself go, head falling back, enjoying the ride, and anticipating the shattering release but not wanting it to end, he knew his limits and anticipated mine. He stopped, deep inside of me, pinning me down, one hand pressed into my hip, the other resting at my throat.
“Don’t move. You are not to cum yet.”
He never said anything about him not cumming. I began to roll my muscles deep in my pussy, stroking his cock while still buried deep inside of me. That glorious growl rumbled in his throat. “I told you not to move.”
“I’m not moving, Daddy,” I replied in my sweetest voice.
“If that didn’t feel so good and you hadn’t found a loophole, I would be turning that beautiful ass pink for your misbehavior.”
“Promise?” I wiggled my hips the best I could in his vise-like grip just to taunt him, smiling my most angelic smile up at him.
At that, he drew back and slammed into me. Driving me up the couch and closer to cumming. The fabric of the couch rough against my back. My head hit the armrest as he relentlessly pounded into me. I was so close. I will be misbehaving more if this is the “punishment I get.” He abruptly pulled out. Grinning proudly as I pouted up at him.
“Let’s put those lips to better use.”
Gripping my hair with one hand, with his other he seized the base of his cock which was dripping with my shameless lust. He drove me to my knees. His face softened as he looked down at me.
“You are so beautiful on your knees.”
I could feel my eyes pleading with him for more.
“…and you love it, don’t you?”
Instead of answering, I leaned forward taking the massive head of his cock into my mouth savoring our taste and the satisfaction as his cock swelled with my touch. He hissed and tugged my head back by my hair. My pride swelled knowing he was grappling with his own control.
“Lick me clean,” he ordered gripping his cock at the base, offering it to me.
Like a good little kitten, I did as I was told, and lapped up my milk. My pussy dripped down my thighs, aching to be filled again as my tongue worked over his throbbing dick. My hands braced against his thighs. Feeling his muscles flex beneath my fingers was a heady experience. Slowing my tongue and flicking the sensitive spot below the tip, I gazed up at him.
“Please. Let me make you feel good.” I echoed his words but unlike his command, mine were pleading. Desperate.
He didn’t answer, just released my hair, but left his hand resting on my head; giving me the illusion of some control but maintaining his perfect dominance. I wet my lips and his cock, letting my hand glide over his shaft, taking him deep into my throat, stroking, licking, and sucking. Working his length with my hand and my mouth.
My pussy ached for release. I rubbed my thighs together with little relief. I reached a hand between my legs, pausing, making eye contact, asking for his permission to touch myself. He nodded his permission, “But no cumming. All your orgasms belong to me now.”
I rubbed slow circles, careful to barely assuage my urgency, I wanted only to please him. I let the head of his cock bump the back of my throat, he pressed deeper, gentle pressure on my head, encouraging me to push my gag reflex. I took him deeper than I had before, wanting nothing more than his approval.
“That’s my Good Girl, you love sucking this cock, don’t you.”
I hummed my agreement with him deep in my throat. I felt his dick jump and that was all I needed. I doubled my efforts, stroking him base to tip. I felt his hand tighten in my hair but ignored the pain and focused on serving him.
“Fuuuuck,” he ground out between his teeth. He thrust a few times and emptied deep in my mouth. I greedily swallowed him down. His taste driving my desire to soaring heights. My fingers rapidly circled my clit. I dipped my finger in. I stood, dragging my mouth up his body, just as he had done to me, I painted his lips, gripped the back of his neck and kissed his deep and hard just like I needed him to fuck me.
“Naughty girl,” he chided. Forcing my hands behind me and clasping my wrists behind my back. He pushed me onto my knees on the couch, grabbed the back of neck and bent me over. My cheek pressed into the back cushion, my ass in the air. He gripped my ass before letting his hand fall hard against it and began driving into me relentlessly, one hand holding me in place by my wrists, the other peppering my ass with smacks and gripping me with bruising intensity.
I felt the tension unexpectedly building in my core. I had never cum without my clit getting some attention before. I was completely taken by surprise when my body plunged over the edge, quick and fast like a flash of lightning, fanning the fire my desire further, and leaving me begging for more relief. He released my arms, smacked my ass hard one more time, and flipped me over, smiling with self-satisfaction. “You aren’t the only one who can steal orgasms. Be careful the games you play with me, Kitten. While your consequences will always be pleasurable, not all will be so satisfying.”
He sat back, slouched against the back of the sofa, amazingly still rock hard, abs rippling, looking just as he had when I first walked into this room. He lazily stroked himself.
“Come here, Kitten. You have more than pleased me, now let me watch you fall apart.” He positioned me above his glistening dick. He thrust in deep and hard, holding me there, kissing me breathless as he caressed my breasts, lavishing each nipple with undue attention, building up the onslaught of sensation, letting his hands roam over my body, leaving not a single inch wanting. This abrupt change in tone only fanned my flame to new heights.
Staring into those startling blue eyes, I leaned back, letting him take in my body while I perused his. I rocked against him, both satiating and inflaming the ache deep in my core. I rubbed slow circles on my clit with one hand, my other hand gripped his shoulders, nails digging in betraying my tenuous hold on my control.
Careful not to take the orgasm that belonged to him, I showed him how I would touch myself thinking of him; I confessed the fantasies I had entertained for years while imagining this very moment. The sensations intensified, pulling me closer and closer to falling over the edge until I lost all control and the ability to put on a show. I rode him with reckless abandon, fingers buried in his hair as I bit his shoulders and neck, trying to pull him closer and make him feel the same ecstasy that washed over me. Where I once was concerned about being heard, I now screamed his name begging for mercy and more as I careened toward the precipice.
He met my intensity, stroking me while biting and spanking me blurring that pleasure/pain line that only made me soar higher
“That’s it, Love, let go. Cum for me.”
His teeth found my nipples, collarbone, and at last my neck. He bit down hard, marking me, and his hand clapped against my ass creating the perfect pain, priming the fuse, driving my clit hard against him, and igniting the explosion that made way for wave after wave of pleasure. I could feel myself clamp down on his cock with that first delicious explosion. He grunted through his own pleasure and drove into me harder and deeper then stilling and finally releasing deep inside of me. Each stream of his pleasure heightened and prolonged mine. Finally, as my body fell into aftershocks, I collapsed against him, melting into his chest, completely spent.
As I came back to my senses, my mind slowly turned back on, and so did my insecurities. How long have been laying there? He must be antsy to get up and out. Reluctantly, I pulled myself up and turned toward the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” He voice drifted, warm and gravelly.
“I was just getting something for us to clean up.”
“Lay down, Kitten. That is my job and pleasure, besides I’m not done holding you yet. You have a lot to learn about how you should be cared for and I’m going to thoroughly enjoy teaching you how to be mine.” The last part of his statement hung in the air.
To be his… that was quite the thought.
“I’ve already been yours for some time,” I confessed. Shit! That was out loud, I guess that is where the term ‘fucked senseless’ comes from. I froze anticipating his inevitable response and my awkward backpedaling.
His smile betrayed that he already knew that he owned me but he didn’t say anything, just pulled my hand to come back to him. I softened and folded myself against him, a leg tossed over his. We laid there until we heard the countdown to midnight.
“I guess me missed it,” I smirked.
“Nowhere I’d rather be.” He softly kissed my forehead then my lips as the party rang in the New Year in the background. The kiss built a flame that neither of us had completely extinguished. I deepened the kiss, his cock nudging against my thigh. He pulled himself out from under me, and made his way to the bathroom.
“We’d better get out of here now or we will never leave this room.”
He gently cleaned me up causing me to flush with embarrassment at the unexpected and intimate care. He helped me get my dress back on, but not before pocketing my shredded panties with a naughty smirk.
“You want me to go first?” I asked once we were dressed again.
He quickly closed the space between us. “I sure as hell am not embarrassed to walk out there with you and do not fool yourself for a second. Everyone at this party already knows that just made you mine.”