Chapter 13
Nathan slowly withdrew his finger from her hot, wet core and the sloppy sound made his cock twitch. Tara panted, her body clenching around him as if to keep him in place, her eyes wide and unfocused. He was pretty sure his girl had just come, thanks to nothing but a rather rough penetration.
His cock twitched as he imagined her coming on his cock rather than his fingers.
Nathan pressed the back of his hand against her tits, testing the temperature. Her skin was now cool to the touch except for the spots he’d hit with the flogger where the skin was warmer. Time to get her tits out of bondage.
Time to get her completely naked, lay her out on the bed, and feast.
Hooking his foot around one leg of the stool, he yanked it over and positioned it behind her, then undid the quick-release knot in the rope restraining her arms. Holding her hands in his, he guided her hands down even as he nudged her with his hip. She sat, and he brought her hands down to her thighs, giving her shoulders a few quick squeezes to ease any stiffness.
Starting with her right breast, he worked his fingers under the tape. She made distressed little noises, so he leaned in and kissed her forehead. Once he’d created space, he took the safety cutter out of his back pocket and inserted the blunt tip between the tape and her skin. With a few soft yanks, the embedded blade cut through the electrical tape, and he gently peeled the layered tape off her in one chunk.
After freeing the left breast the same way, he massaged her. Palms covering her nipples, he kneaded her tits to ease any discomfort from returned blood flow. And he got to enjoy the way her skin plumped up between his fingers as he squeezed.
Through it all, Tara watched him from beneath her lashes, her wet lips parted in a way that made it impossible not to think about sliding his cock into her mouth.
He finished his ministrations with a quick stroke to each nipple—which caused Tara to jerk—then pulled her to her feet and made quick work of stripping off the now-ruined lingerie. Maybe he could pay to have the latex part replaced.
Maybe he should have warned her that he’d been known to tear latex rather than bother with the slow, careful removal process.
Fully naked except for the cuffs around her wrists, Tara watched him with heavy-lidded but bright eyes.
Nathan hooked his arm around her, pulling her naked body against his. She made a soft, needy sound as he held her tight against his leathers. A second later, her head came to rest on his shoulder and he swallowed against a sudden knot in his throat.
Then she shifted just a little, her soft lower belly pressed against his dick, and his mood shifted from unexpectedly emotional, to roaring arousal.
Not that he hadn’t been semi-hard for what felt like hours.
The truth was that Nathan didn’t find impact play arousing. Except for spanking, which he loved because usually it meant he got to have a woman face down over his lap. The view was always good, but what really got him was the weight of a soft body on his legs. Feeling her twitch and squirm as he reddened her ass with his palm. Impact-play implements almost always required stepping back—putting space between his body and his submissive’s, with unfeeling wood or leather touching her rather than his hand.
What he’d just done with…too… Tara wasn’t in and of itself arousing for him. What he enjoyed was using the pain as a tool make her feel both helpless and treasured. He liked seeing women relax into the power exchange. To drop their walls as they ceded their control. While there was something compelling about bound tits, he actually preferred them loose, so he could cup and knead them. Bury his face between them and feel the softness mold to his cheeks and chin.
With Tara, he more than liked it. Watching her go from still and stiff, with measured breathing and a watchful gaze, to loose and soft, her body rocking and swaying, her breath uneven, almost every exhale a needy sound…
He loved it.
“Come on, sweetheart.” He wished he could pick her up, but his back liked to spasm at the least opportune times and the last thing he wanted to do was drop her.
With one arm around her waist, Nathan nudged her the few steps to the bed. He urged her onto it with a quick pat to her backside.
With an eagerness that made his lips twitch, Tara scrambled up onto the bed. He’d intended for her to sit on the edge, but she crawled right to the middle, spread her knees, and dropped down onto her elbows.
Her reddened ass and smooth thighs framed the glossy, plump lips of her pussy, now so beautifully on display. His girl was begging to be fucked.
Nathan swallowed hard and reached down to loosen the laces on his leathers before he accidentally strangled his dick inside the tight pants.
“Do you think I’m going to fuck you now, baby?”
“I need you, Nathan,” she said simply.
Shit. This woman was so perfect.
With his dick still tucked in his now-looser pants, Nathan climbed up and knelt between her calves. He gripped her hips, thumbs stretching across her ass. He kneaded her soft flesh, spreading her ass cheeks each time his hands contracted, his thumbs pulling her cheeks apart until he had a lovely view of her puckered anus.
Tara rocked forward and back, forward and back while making needy little noises. It would be so easy to take out his dick and slip it into her pussy. He wouldn’t even have to do anything. He could let her work herself on his shaft until they both came.
But he had other plans.
Knee-walking back to the edge of the bed, he slipped off, then crouched to unlace his boots and kicked them, and his socks, off.
“Nathan?”
“I’m here, baby.”
“Am I topping from the bottom?” Her voice was small and worried.
He gripped her ankles. “No. You’re just really fucking horny.”
“So, so horny,” she sighed.
“Still feeling like you might agree to anything?”
“Is there a wrong answer to that question?”
“No. Nothing you say will change what I’m about to do to you.” He put some steel in his words.
That was a lie, of course. All she had to say was stop, or any variation that meant stop. But he was guessing that right now—wildly aroused and deep in subspace—she needed his dominance to anchor her.
Tara gripped the comforter in her hands, pressed her face to the mattress, and moaned.
Plus, saying shit like that made her even hornier.
With a grin, Nathan yanked on her ankles. She yelped as he pulled her knees out from under her. Her body hit the bed with a soft bounce. Nathan slid his hands from her ankles to her knees, then using her legs as levers, flipped her over onto her back.
Tara gasped, staring at him with wide eyes.
He planted a fist beside her hip as he leaned over the bed. “Physics.”
Tara let out a startled laugh. “Fucking physics.”
The laugh turned into a yelp as he grabbed her knees and yanked again, dragging her across the mattress until her ass was on the edge, her thighs tucked against his hips, held in place by his hands cupping her knees.
He expected her to ask what he was doing, or to see her thinking expression as she tried to guess what was next.
Neither happened. She stayed soft and submissive, her expression relaxed and expectant.
Nathan switched his hold on her knees, cupping them from the inside, his palms turned away from his body.
Then he dropped to kneel on the floor at the side of the bed.
Tara’s fingers turned into claws digging into the mattress and she raised her head, staring at him with wide eyes.
Nathan grinned at her. “I’m hungry.”
Her eyes widened further, then her lips curved and she dropped her head back.
With a smile of his own, Nathan hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. The other he spread to the side, rotating it at the hip. He pressed her thigh open until it rested on the mattress, his hand braced and spread on her soft skin to keep her leg in the slightly awkward position.
He wanted maximum access to her pussy while he feasted.
Tara wiggled a little, flexing her leg. He gritted his teeth in a bid for control as he waited to make sure she was comfortable in this position. When she settled, Nathan hardened his grip on her thigh and finally—finally—tasted his girl’s pussy.
He started with one long, slow lick right up her center, using his tongue to further part her labia.
Tara arched up, her heel digging into his back, her thigh pressing down hard on his shoulder as her hips and ass left the bed.
All that from one lick? Oh, this was going to be fun.
Nathan dipped down to her entrance, pointing his tongue and thrusting into her, then dragging it up the valley of her labia once more. When he reached her clit and tongued the protruding nub, her hands grabbed his head, fingers tangling in his hair.
He buried his face in her pussy, nose against her mons, and clamped her clit with his teeth in warning.
Her grip loosened, fingers kneaded his head, nails lightly scratching his scalp.
Glad they seemed to have come to an understanding, he went back to enjoying himself. He flicked her inner labia with his tongue, then tipped his head to the side, sucking one fat, wet pussy lip into his mouth. Biting gently, he sucked harder, drawing more blood into the engorged flesh.
“Why is that sexy?” Tara panted, tugging at his hair once more.
Grinning, he did the same thing to her other pussy lip.
With tongue, teeth, and lips, Nathan learned her most intimate flesh. He learned that when he circled her clit with his tongue, she relaxed against him, her breath hitching.
When he sucked her clit, she jumped and twitched in time with his sucking.
And when he carefully explored her, using his stiff tongue to push the hood farther back while learning the contours of her clit, she arched against him, panting his name.
All he could taste and smell was her pussy. His chin and lower cheeks were wet with her arousal fluid.
He’d known people who suffered through oral for the sake of their partner, or treated it like a necessary prerequisite. Nathan was convinced they were fools. He loved this—the taste of her, feeling her response and reaction with his mouth.
Or maybe those fools who didn’t like oral didn’t have his control issues. Because he may be on his knees, but he never felt more in control of a partner’s body and pleasure than when he could gently abuse her clit by pressing it against the edge of his upper teeth with his tongue.
“I’m close, I’m close, I’m close,” Tara panted.
There were plenty of things Nathan wanted to say, but that would require he stop what he was currently doing. Opening his mouth wide, he sucked the upper half of her sex—puffy top of her pussy lips and entire clit—into his mouth. Biting gently, he let her flesh slip out from between his teeth, making sure to rake her clit with his bottom teeth.
Tara arched up, nails digging into his scalp. She tried to close her legs, but he slammed her thigh back down to the mattress, then gripped the one currently jammed against his ear and forced that knee up to her chest, giving himself that little bit more access.
One hand detangled from his hair, instead hooking around her knee to hold her leg in place. He murmured his approval against her clit, eliciting a gasping breath.
“Nathan, please, please,” she whimpered.
Shit, he was close to losing his own control. Dropping one hand, he yanked the laces of his leather free of the grommets, opening his pants. His cock sprang out, brushing against the dangling comforter. Even that light touch had his lower back and balls tightening.
He needed to feel her unravel against his tongue. Needed to know what she tasted like when she came.
Nathan shifted his grip on the thigh pressed open against the bed. Instead of his hand, he now held her leg in place with his forearm, his palm, and spread fingers braced on her lower belly.
Shifting forward a little, his cock rock-hard and leaking precome, he focused on her clit.
Nathan flattened his tongue and pressed it against her clit. He swore he felt the little bud pulse just before he started working her with the goal of making her scream in pleasure.
He rubbed the flat of his tongue up and down over her clit, the motion small, but based on the noises Tara made, more than effective.
And he didn’t stop.
Using his tongue like this meant keeping his mouth open, which in turn meant spit pooled inside his lower lip. Pulling back to close his mouth and swallow would break the rhythm, and given how still she was, he was fairly certain any deviation from the current stimulation would topple the slowly building tower of her orgasm. Stopping to swallow was an amateur move, so Nathan let the spit leak over his lip to wet both his chin and her pussy, saliva mingling with her arousal fluid.
“I’m close,” she whispered, the hand still tangled in his hair gripping him tight.
He dipped down to thrust his tongue into her pussy, and she whimpered at the loss of clit stimulation.
Don’t worry, baby, I know what I’m doing.
He licked his way back up to her clit, once more rubbing her with the flat of his tongue, but this time he pressed harder. Tara’s careful stillness broke as she started rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy against his tongue.
Tara sucked in air and held it, her hips going still, her thigh muscles tense under his forearm.
She was right there, the tower built and ready to fall.
Nathan pressed down on her belly at the same time he pulled back just enough to circle her clit with the pointed tip of his tongue.
Tara screamed, trying to arch up, but his splayed hand held her down. Below his palm, he felt her abdominal muscles flutter, while her pussy clenched, fresh moisture wetting his chin.
He tongued her through the orgasm until she whimpered “too much” while tugging on his hair.
Too much? No. Not enough.
Nathan licked her one last time, just to make sure this was his pussy to play with as he pleased. Tara jerked, gasping, then gasping again as he surged to his feet.
Her gaze fastened on his cock, which was embarrassingly wet with precome leaking from the tip. Tara looked soft and warm, her chest and cheeks lightly flushed, the faint indent marks from the tape still visible on her breasts.
He wanted to fuck her missionary so he could see her face, but his need to have her, to take her, demanded something harder.
“I need to fuck you hard.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. “Yes, Nathan.”
“Come here.”
Tara’s eyes opened, gaze flicking down to where he held his hands out to her. She curled her fingers over his palms and he yanked her to her feet.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, he tangled his hand in her dark hair and kissed her hard and fast. Her mouth parted, soft and submissive under the aggression of his kiss.
She relaxed against him, making little whimpery noises probably as a result of having her abused breasts mashed to his chest. He rubbed his cock against her soft belly, the friction good but not nearly enough.
Tara’s whimper became a gasp as he switched his hold to her upper arms, jerking her away from him.
Her eyes were wide and questioning. He wished he could give her a reassuring smile, but instead he spun her to face the bed.
Nathan gripped the back of her neck and bent her face down over the mattress.
Her spanked ass was full and lush, her dark hair spread out against the white comforter.
“Shit, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, stroking her from her thigh, up over her ass to her waist with one hand while the other worked his dick, spreading the precome along the shaft.
“Condom,” he said, more to himself than to her.
“I’m clean. I got tested two weeks ago,” Tara said softly, eyes closed as her cheek rested on the bed.
“You want me to fuck you bare?” His cock twitched in his hand and he squeezed the base to help hold himself back.
“I want you to fuck me, and at this point I’ll take whatever’s faster,” she countered. “But I’m saying you don’t need a condom if you’ve tested recently.”
“I have. I’m clean.”
“I’m clean too, and I can’t get pregnant.”
His throat was tight with arousal, too tight for him to reply. He wouldn’t have agreed to bareback with any other sub, hell, any other woman—especially their first time together.
But this was Tara.
Nathan grabbed her lower ass, pulling her cheeks and upper thighs apart to further expose her wet core. Angling his hips, he rubbed the tip of his cock through her slit, wetting himself with her arousal fluid.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart. Hot and wet and so fucking soft.”
He gripped his shaft so he could rub the head of his cock over her clit. Tara worked her hips with little jiggle movements. He was so turned on, and so sensitive because of it, that he could feel the tip of her clit rubbing right against his slit.
Nathan’s jaw tightened, and he spoke through clenched teeth. “Are you trying to rub your needy clit against my cock to make yourself come?”
She panted softly, her hands curling and uncurling, creating wrinkles in the duvet. The muscles at the base of his spine twitched and tightened. He needed to stop before he came with his cock nestled in her folds, but not deep inside her where he wanted to be.
He released his shaft and spanked her gently. “Naughty girl. Who decides when your clit gets petted?”
“You do, Nathan.”
The soft submission in her voice made him want to fuck her until she passed out. “Who’s going to fill you up, give your pretty pussy a nice cock to squeeze?”
“You are, Nathan,” she panted, and fuck if that didn’t sound a lot like, You are, Master.