Nice.
“ I’m Amy. And, for the record, I don’t usually do this. I’m really not as slutty as you might think.” I could feel my face burning in shame but it had to be said.
He stopped me on the stairs and turned me slightly to face him. “Nice to meet you, Amy. And, for the record, I know you’re not a slut. I’m sure you’ve never done this before but I’m really glad you did tonight. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” His deep voice was only a whisper but I could feel it vibrating through my whole body. I was getting wet again and we hadn’t even made it out of the building.
I was feeling bold by his confession so I decided to push him a little bit. “Should I assume this isn’t your M.O. either? Seducing women in their workplace and taking them home?” He pinched my ass and then patted it as we continued walking down the stairs.
“ Nope, this was a first for me. Hell, I haven’t even had sex in ages. I’ve been traveling a lot for work and just stopped in town for a few days to visit my folks. You have no idea how glad I am that you were working late tonight.” He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me against the side of his chest. I felt safe and warm in his embrace in a way that I hadn’t felt since I was a child.
We went into his room and he poured two glasses of wine. We chatted about work and our lives for a while and then he stopped and stared at me. I wondered if I had something on my face or in my teeth when he broke his silence. “You are so beautiful. I can’t stop looking at you.”
“ Thank you,” I whispered shyly. I’ve never been good at taking compliments and this was too intimate.
He reached for my hand and led me to the bed. I sat with my legs spread while he stood between my legs. He gently pushed me back on the bed and he kissed me. I felt his lips lightly brush mine before they moved across my jaw and to my earlobe. He moaned softly into my ear and his hot breath created fireworks in my belly. I squirmed against his thigh, desperate to create some friction against my clit. I pulled at his hair with one hand and his cock with the other. I couldn’t free it from his clothes fast enough. Once it was in my hand I knew I needed to taste it. I pushed him off of me and he rolled onto the bed while I scooted down to take a closer look. His manhood was perfect. It was thick and cut in a perfect shaft. I hungrily took it into my mouth until I was balls deep. I created a tight suction that caused him to thrust even deeper. He reached around my ass and slid two fingers into me, following the same rhythm as my mouth. I let my teeth drag against the underside of his cock as I pulled up and felt his balls tighten. I ground against his hand, letting my clit press on his leg as his hand worked my insides. He definitely knew how to let his fingers do the walking.
When I could feel his movements change from long and fluid to quick and short, I knew he was close. I kneeled closer to his ass and fully relaxed my throat, taking his entire shaft in and holding it there while I pumped his base and balls with my first. He shot down my throat and into my mouth as I slightly pulled back. He tasted delicious. I licked up every drop and climbed up to kiss him. His tongue dove to meet mine and I knew he was tasting himself in my mouth. The sensation of sharing his come with him, while he was finger fucking me, pushed me over the edge of ecstasy. I shuddered and pulsed against him while he expertly drew out multiple orgasms from me.
I finally fell in a heap onto his chest. He twirled my hair around his finger while tracing the lines of my back.
“ I think I could get used to this,” he said into the top of my head.
“ Mmmhhhh.” My brain was mush and I couldn’t quite comprehend his words. I could only feel.
That was our first date, first fuck and first Christmas all rolled into one. Four years later, we still try to outdo our Christmas gifts to each other. Last year, we exchanged vows. This year I’ve invited a work friend from overseas to stay with us. I can’t wait to see what he gives me!
Beg Me
“ With a stroke length anywhere from two to ten inches, up to three hundred strokes per minute, and an engine at a full horse power of torque, this thing could all but split you in two.” He might have been talking about a power tool. Hell, he could've been talking about his car. I wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He's just a grunting boy with his tools, showing off to impress his new girlfriend.
At least, that's how I would think of it normally. But as my struggle against the ropes makes me drift slowly back around and I see what he's talking about, I know it's not just some tool. Not just a machine.
There's a dildo screwed onto the end of a long piston. And an engine on the other end of the piston. That's not a machine. It's a fucking machine. And there is no way that dildo is going to fit between my legs. Not without a lot of lube and a very, very slow start.
“ Do you like it, Cat?”
I struggle again against the rope. My heels rub against my ass, and I try to flex my fingers. But the rope won't let me move any more than that. There isn't any pressure; he's a good rigger. The rope is soft. But I'm not going anywhere.
“ You look so beautiful hanging there,” he says. He leaves his machine where I can see it and runs a finger over the ridges of the rope, tracing the patterns of the knots. “Are you comfortable?”
I give him a sarcastic smirk, but the truth is that I actually am. The ropes distribute the weight to the point where I feel completely weightless. “It's not bad,” I say.
He chuckles, then his fingers run up my leg. Gently, softly, he touches me, sliding between my lips in that soft teasing way he knows how to do so well. I moan softly. It's nowhere near enough, but it's a start.
“ Seems like it's more than just 'not bad,'” he says. He leans over and gently blows between my legs, sending a shiver through my entire body.
He laughs again and walks back to the machine. For just a second, he turns it on, and I get to watch it work. It pumps and thrusts with the kind of force you'd expect in a jackhammer. That thing is going to tear me apart.
“ No way,” I say. “Not a chance.”
He turns back and gently rubs my cheek. Normally, this is when he'd run his hands through my hair. But my hair is otherwise occupied, braided in with the rope. “Are you calling it quits already?” he asks. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little strand of leather. The studs are diamonds. “Don't you want this?”
The collar twinkles in the light. I lick my lips.
“ You wanted to be mine,” he says. “I told you there was going to be a test.”
My eyes flick from the diamonds to the machine, still humming and pounding back and forth. “I don't think I can,” I say.
He shakes his head. Then he shrugs. “I'll cut you down.”
“ No, wait!” Those look like real diamonds. He wasn't kidding. This would be for real. “If I do this, that's it? I'm yours? You claim me?”
He nods. “As my slave,” he says. “Forever.”
I bite my lip. Let out a bit of a whimper. “It's not that I don't want to,” I say. “I'm just-” I look back at the machine. “I just think I'm going to need a bit of help.”
He laughs at that, gives my clit a light tap. “I had a feeling that would be the problem,” he says. “But don't worry. I thought ahead.”
He puts his fingers to his lips and whistles.
Her heels make a solid sound on the floor as she walks in. I can't see her, though. She's behind me. “Cat,” he says, “I want you to meet Kit.”
I roll my eyes. “No candy bar jokes, please.”
Kit laughs. It's a deep, throaty laugh. Confident, assured. And dangerous.
She walks into my line of vision. She's beautiful. Taller than me. Dark skin. Red nails, red boots, red leather corset. She smiles at me, but there's an angry glint in her eyes.
She keeps her eyes on me while she kisses my man. While she thrusts her tongue into his throat, runs her crimson nails through his hair. I thrash around. I'd cut the bitch if I could.
