Chapter 32
RAIDEN
Two days after the chaos with Sebastian, my Aurora is standing in mouthwatering lingerie in the middle of my bedroom. I sit in the corner, a contract on the arm of the chair, my manhood hard as my precome-slick end pushes against my zipper.
My gaze roams over her voluptuous body, the pushup bra emphasizing her breasts, the stockings hugging her mouth-watering juicy legs.
My body is aching as I watch her move from side to side, her hands on her hips.
“Is this what you require, sir?”
My hand strays down my body, toward my stiff cock to relieve some of the ache. She shakes her head gently, then murmurs, “Nah-uh, you know you’re not allowed to touch yourself until I say so.”
I look down at the contract: a fake contract, just for this moment, for our desire.
Sir won’t touch himself until his plaything gives her permission… and Sir’s plaything will do everything in her power to drive him wild.
I shudder as she turns around, showing me her ass in the thong, her round plumpness turning me into a wild thing. I’m panting hard, struggling to stay seated.
Two days since the chaos, two days of being together, of bonding, of growing closer.
Two days of touching her and becoming even more addicted than I already was.
Sir will not stand and approach his plaything until she gives him permission.
Gripping the arms of the chair, I wonder if it’s possible for me to just explode in my pants. She bends over, shifting her hips from side to side, her underwear hugging her sex tightly, the thin strip of fabric over her slit already wet.
Candles are lit all around us, with a light wind blowing outside, not storm level, but not calm either. She looks at me over her shoulder.
“Do you have any commands, sir?”
“Let me get up. Let me touch you. Let me own you.”
She purses her lips. I know she wants me to do it as badly as I do, as badly as I need to do it.
“Not until I say so, remember? Or didn’t you read the contract?”
I bite down to stop from letting out a primal howl. Thoughts like that would’ve seemed absurd once upon a time, but not anymore. My heart is thundering as tension stiffens my thick manhood.
She reaches between her legs, still bent over, still showing me her plump and perfect ass, and rubs her hand over her core.
My mind clouds as I struggle to maintain control.
“You want me, don’t you?” she moans. “You want to touch me, hmm, sir? You want to own me. But you keep forgetting something… something that has been true since the start. I own you.”
I jump to my feet. I can’t stop myself. The contract symbolically falls to the floor. She gasps as I rush across the room to her, take her by the hips, and drive my crotch against her bare ass.
Hunger floods me, my balls pulsing, my body aching, as I grind up against her. She holds herself up on the bed and rocks her hips in time with mine, looking at me over her shoulder, a mouthwatering pout on her lips.
“Fuck,” she whimpers. “You’re breaking the rules.”
“That’s why it feels so good.”
I tear down my pants. My cock springs up, glistening with precome in the mood lighting. She turns, falls to her knees.
I stare down, mesmerized, unable to move.
“You’re not in charge,” she murmurs, grabbing my shaft, pulling a gruff, deep groan out of me. “You were never in charge. You know that, right?”
“Fuuuuuck.”
She moves her hand slickly up and down my shaft, spreading precome from my root to tip. At the same time, she slips her hand between her legs, rubbing her needy pussy, staring up at me with those wide tempting eyes as she rides her hand.
She knows how much I love this. Need this. Knows how obsessed it makes me.
“Suck,” I groan. “Now.”
“Nah-uh, sir. Be patient.”
She keeps stroking, hand moving faster each moment, hot tension surging through me.
“Suh-suck,” I snarl.
“How about a kiss, sir?”
With her hand never stopping, she leans up and kisses the tip of my cock.
I can’t take it anymore.
“You’re forgetting who’s in charge,” I growl, sliding my fingers through her hair and guiding my dick to her mouth.
She opens her mouth and moans as I slide my cock into her mouth, over her tongue, and to the back of her throat. She makes a gorgeous gagging noise, then I slip out, not pushing too far, just far enough to make our moans join in a unified song of pleasure.
“Don’t stop rubbing yourself.” I gasp.
“Hmm, hmm,” she whimpers, bobbing her head up and down as I rock my hips, driving my cock deep into her gorgeous mouth.
Finally, she stands breathlessly, wiping her mouth. She sinks her fingernails into my chest and stares at me.
“Say it,” I moan.
“Beg me to say it, sir.”
“Fucking say it,” I groan.
“Not until you do as you’re told.”
“Please say it,” I growl. “Please, Aurora. Fucking say it.”
“Fuck me, sir,” she moans, turning around and bending over the bed, presenting me her curvy ass again. “Please fuck me. Do it. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like I belong to you.”
I tear down her underwear, revealing her glistening core. She looks at me over her shoulder as I guide myself to her entrance and drive inside.
Her expression is the sexiest part of everything, the release that flows through her, as if she’s been waiting all day for this. I fall against her, gasping as I slip inside and bury myself up to the hilt.
She claws the sheets and pushes back against me, setting my cock ablaze.
“I love when you ride me like this.”
“I know you do, sir,” she gasps, slipping forward and then pushing back against me.
“Fuck me. Ride it.”
“Hmm,” she whimpers. “Oh, fuck.”
For a long, lust-filled minute, she bounces on my dick, our bodies making slick noises as come rushes along my shaft, threatening to erupt.
“Do it, sir,” she moans, reading my body like she always does. “Come for me, sir.”
“Fuck… no,” I growl. “You know the rule.”
It’s become a game for us: Aurora seeing if she can make me explode before I bring her to an orgasm. So far, she hasn’t won this battle.
She’s getting close now.
“Come in my pussy, sir. Fill me up, sir. I know you want to.”
“Fuck,” I roar, bringing my hand down on her juicy ass in a spank of ownership.
She nods, moaning, urging me on, driving me closer and closer to the edge. But I can’t let this happen, can’t succumb to this need, not yet.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
For every fuck, I bring my hand down on her ass, making her thickness shiver for me. Her ass turns a tempting shade of red that has me almost roaring with the need to release, to erupt deep inside of her.
When she bites her lip, I know an orgasm is gathering in the depths of her gorgeous body.
I smirk. “That’s it, Aurora. Do what your fucking sir tells you to.”
“Uh-uh.”
She shakes her head, but when I slip my hand down to her clit and really thrust into her, she can’t fight it anymore.
She bites down on the sheets, arching her back and pushing against me with even more force. The sound of her pussy as my rock-hard dick flows into her is enough to drive me right to the edge.
I pound into her over and over, staring at her red ass bouncing against my abs, hypnotized by her.
“Come, sir.” She gasps between mouthfuls of the sheets. “Sir, sir, sir. Come for me.”
“Not—until—you…”
Abruptly, my release rushes forward, hot and demanding, gathering at my head as if waiting for her to cream down my length before I let it go. But I can’t hold it forever. I pump into her harder and faster.
When I see her thick release flowing down my length, I let out a roar and collapse against her, biting down on her shoulder as come explodes out of me.
She reaches her crescendo at the same time, moaning loudly as our bodies pulsate in a perfect rhythm.
She collapses onto the bed. I stumble back, shuddering, my flaccid length already aching for another round as she rolls over and leans up on her elbows.
“Really?” she says with a smile. “Already?”
“It’s your fault for being so damn irresistible,” I groan. “Can you blame me?”
“Don’t make me call your bluff,” she murmurs, moving to the edge of the bed. “Do you really think you’re up to the challenge, sir?”
She reaches forward and takes my manhood in her hand, stroking, her other hand returning to her sex and rubbing her needy clit as she gazes at me with those perfect fuck-me eyes.
As I grow hard again, I recognize I’m not in charge, not even close.
She might call me sir, but Aurora is the boss.