Anything He wants

I am so bloody frantic for him to fuck me.

He rains another torrent of smacks down on me. These are harder and my tender skin feels sore beneath them.

“Please, sir,” I beg, not knowing what to say.

Blake’s throbbing prick is back against my arm, rubbing me impatiently. He wants me as much as I want him. The thought is comforting as the humbling punishment continues. I count the strokes in my mind and as he reaches twelve, he slides two fingers inside my pussy. I respond carnally, pushing myself back onto his hand, fucking his fingers.

“Do you want my cock, Sara?” he growls at me.

“God, yes please!” I respond, practically yelling at him.

He pulls me back from over his lap and draws me up to his face. Then his mouth claims me, possessing my lips as he falls back onto the bed, pulling me along with him. Wrists still bound, I straddle his body helplessly as we kiss. We say nothing at that moment, but my sex grazes his impressive length and I grind against him slowly. I am more than simmering now. I am starting to boil…

Blake’s large hands move back to my ass, grabbing my chastised buttocks and manipulating them as my hips rub against him. I wince at the unexpected ache, but soon become lost in the sensations. After a moment one of his hands moves from my behind to his trouser pocket. Producing a small foil packet, he smiles at me, before ripping open the corner with his teeth.

“Are you ready, naughty girl?” he asks me, eyes loaded with sin, as he slides the condom onto his massive erection between my legs.

I am so ready.

“Yes sir,” I answer; my voice a shaky, foreign sound.

He angles his cock towards me and I do my best to push onto him. I’m so aroused by the whole adventure that he easily slides into me. He fills me slowly, before pulling away and then pounding back hard. I groan as the feeling fills my senses and overwhelms me. Blake fucks my needy body this way for some time. I close my eyes; lost in the carnal sensations wrecking my body.

Finally, he pushes me backward as he rises back to a sitting position. Still bound I am unable to assist him, but marvel at the strength of his torso and abdominals. Blake grabs my breasts and pulls hard on the nipples, using them to force me against his chest. I rest my head against his shoulder and he holds me there, in his strong arms, as he screws me hard and unrelentingly; his cock pushing in and out of my wetness.

“I am going to fuck you so hard, Sara,” he tells me through gritted teeth.

“Yes,” I whisper, absorbed totally in his perfect, persistent technique.

“So hard that you’ll be feeling me for days to come…”

“Mmmm…” I concur as I feel him reaching behind me and tugging at the material around my wrists. In a moment my arms are free and instinctively I move them up and around his body.

In one fluid movement, he rolls me over to the right and is on top of me, still inside me and all over me. Blake catches my wrists and pulls my arms up above my head, holding me his own, personal prisoner. Pinioning me to the bed with his full, hard body he slows the pace and eyes me intently. We exchange an intense gaze as I catch my breath.

Looking up at him, his toned abs undulating down his strong body, his muscular arms holding me down, I can no longer contain the desire I have for him. I need him to consume me, possess me, and take me over. I want to feel like a woman again… and I know he can give that to me. I open myself up, pulling my legs back and hooking them over his forearms.

“Blake,” I whisper, “fuck me.”

His eyes twinkle in response and moving down to his elbows he resumes; pushing himself deeper into me. Now it’s slower and immeasurably more intense. He never stops watching me as his hungry cock devours my pussy. I arch my back under him as the passion in me strengthens. I can feel an unbelievable climax building and hear unrecognizable grunts from my mouth.

Blake’s pace increases and I realize he is also close to the edge. Still holding me down to the bed he draws lower and kisses me again. These are almost aggressive, his teeth grazing my lips, whilst his tongue imitates the movement of his prick inside my excited sex. I can barely breathe as the force of my orgasm overpowers me. I lose myself entirely in him… the smell of him, the feel of him, his heat enveloping my every sense…

As I convulse around him, I finally open my eyes to see him smiling at me. I look up sheepishly, still overawed by the power of the climax. He plants small kisses down my jawline and whispers:

“I’m not done with you yet Mrs. Sykes… Get over the edge of that dresser…”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The authority has returned to his voice and I love it. He moves slowly from my body and I dash to follow him to the antique-looking piece of furniture he’d indicated. Leaning against the aged mahogany I feel Blake pressing against me.