Chapter 40
Cal
Jesus fucking Christ.
Holy shit.
I come in endless hot jets that paint Aida’s beautiful body, the ropes of my cum glistening on her skin in this dim light. The sense of release is stupendous, but that’s all it is.
Release.
My infamous refractory period will be non-existent tonight. This was just the warm-up: my way of working the worst of my animalistic urges off so I can give her the thorough fucking she needs and deserves.
She’s gazing up at me, still strung out on the bed, and the sight of my spectacular, sophisticated little protégée in chains, trapped between my thighs and covered with my cum, is so fucking gratifying I can barely breathe.
Protégée literally means protected. I quickly shove the unwelcome thought that I’m making a mockery of our intended relationship back down into the darkness from where it came, because she doesn’t look upset or offended or violated right now.
She looks transfixed. Aroused.
The little beauty.
I plant a hand on the bed, next to her ribcage, so it can take my weight. My cock’s still semi-hard. I release it and, breathing heavily, lean forward.
‘You are insane,’ I tell her. ‘You’re so fucking sexy you blow my mind.’ I run a finger through my cum and trace a meandering line over her stomach. Up between her tits. I circle a stiff little nipple, and she sucks in a breath.
‘That was the best show I’ve ever seen in my life,’ she tells me, her scarlet lips curving up into a smile that has my ego inflating to epic proportions.
‘You have no fucking clue,’ I tell her, my voice low and filled with menace. ‘You’re the show. You’re gonna put on a show for me while I fuck you into this fucking mattress. Got it?’
Her expression is defiant. ‘Bring it.’
‘You’re hardcore,’ I say. I pause and exhale sharply, nostrils flaring, as I smear more cum over her tits, paying special attention to her nipples. They’re so slippery. So hard.
Her breath is coming in short, shallow bursts. Her tits are heaving under my touch. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
‘What would they all say if they could see you now?’ I muse aloud. I’ve got my palm flat on her skin, rubbing my cum all over her chest and stomach. ‘Everyone’s precious Aida, slayer of politicians, chained up and naked and gagging to be fucked by a thug?’
‘I don’t give a flying fuck what they’d say,’ she spits.
So help me God, I believe her.
‘Stay there,’ I order ineffectually, because she’s not going anywhere, and I hop off the bed. In the ensuite bathroom, I run the tap until the water’s warm, then soak and wring out a washcloth. I take great pleasure in wiping it gently over her captive body.
My dick is hard again. I give it a quick once-over with the washcloth before chucking it in the direction of the bathroom. It hits the doorframe with a wet slap and slips to the floor.
Whatever.
I bound onto the bed and straddle her shoulders, putting most of my weight on her chest. I stare down at her, and she gazes up at me, her eyes huge.
Before she has time to react, I fist my cock and drag it over her bottom lip.
The one that makes me crazy. It drags at her mouth, and that sensation of her skin brushing along my crown has me shivering.
‘Cal,’ she begins. ‘Do you—’
‘Shut the fuck up,’ I say. ‘Fucking take it.’ Then I’m shoving my hard cock down her open throat, and she gags as soon I hit the back of her throat.
Jesus fucking Christ, that feeling. It’s like nothing else.
I stare down at her and grit my teeth together as I slap a palm to the headboard, because the thrill of dominating her, of sitting on her chest, and feeding her my dick, and watching as her eyes sparkle with unshed tears and her hands tug at their cuffs and her head attempts to thrash from side to side, has adrenalin coursing through my veins, hot and sick and impossible not to act on.
I fuck her mouth for a couple of minutes, noting with satisfaction how my girl finds a rhythm. Finds a way to take me, to overcome her gag reflex.
‘There you go,’ I tell her, thrusting back into the warm, wet oblivion of her open mouth. It is fucking nirvana. ‘Knew you could do it.’
I allow myself a few more drives, because she’s taking me like a fucking champ, and gazing into her watering eyes, seeing her struggle turn to surrender, is hypnotic.
I can sense her lower body moving. I reach one hand behind me, trailing my fingertips down her stomach until they find her cunt. Jesus.
‘You’re fucking soaked,’ I tell her, allowing myself to jam a couple of fingers inside her satiny wetness. She instantly tilts her pelvis so she’s grinding into them. ‘What a greedy little whore you are for my cock. Is choking on my dick turning you on?’
She attempts to nod, her eyes wide.
‘Better fill you up then,’ I grit out. I’m back on the knife edge of desire so strong I’m barely functioning. My entire awareness has narrowed to Aida’s mouth around my dick and the prospect of burying myself inside her cunt. Of fucking into her over and over so hard we both explode.
‘You don’t get to speak,’ I tell her. ‘You can say your safe word, and you can moan and scream and show me how much you love being fucked, but you don’t get to speak. You’re mine to play with tonight. I don’t need your smart mouth.’
I rear up slightly, pulling my dick out of her mouth and replacing it with my fingers. She sucks her own arousal off them obediently.
What a good girl she can be when she wants to be.
As I get off the bed and grab a condom from the bowl, I ask her, ‘Anything you want to say to me?’
She raises her eyebrows at me but shakes her head.
‘Fine,’ I say. ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’
This woman is a piece of work. She wants a baptism of fire, she’ll get one. She’s so much more impressive, more accomplished than me in every way, and I couldn’t find that more of a turn-on.
But this, right here, is where I’m as accomplished as they fucking come. This is my kingdom, and this is where I’ll make Aida Russell lose her power of speech.
I roll the condom on as she watches with hungry eyes and get back between her long, shapely legs. Another quick glance in the mirror, and I still fucking like what I see. I jerk my head towards our reflections.
‘Look.’
She looks and sees what I see.
Her, chained to the bed and spread out for me. Arms up. Back arched.
Me, hooligan mask on and muscles flexing as I lean over her. I hope she sees how big I look on top of her. How much more powerful than her.
I hope it feeds her desire as much as it feeds mine.
I lower myself over her and notch my dick at her entrance as I bend my head and invade her mouth with my tongue. I’m sweating hard under this fucking mask, but I’m damn well letting my inner thug play the rest of this out.
He’s who I want her to see ranged over her.
He’s who I want her to see when she’s stretched so far around my cock she can barely draw breath.
He’s who I want her to see when she fights to get free from her chains and can’t.
‘So wet,’ I groan as I slide my latex-covered crown through her wetness. ‘God, you love it, don’t you? Love me tying you up. You love knowing you’re my little fucktoy tonight and I can do whatever I like to you?’
I swallow her moan of agreement with a deep kiss, my tongue probing and devouring and taking as I massage one perfect tit, palming her nipple. She’s panting into my mouth and squirming beneath me, trying to grind against my cock, so I’ll give it to her.
Let’s see if she can take me without lube. It’ll be a tight fit, but she’s wet enough. I raise myself back up onto one elbow and she opens her legs wider to accommodate me as I thrust forward, wedging the first inch or two inside her.
Her moan is guttural. Almost primal. I swear it makes me harder, because feeding my cock into the body of a woman who’s desperate for it is the best fucking feeling in the world.
It has me driving forward more savagely than I mean to and shunting a couple more inches inside her.
The snugness of the fit has her mouth opening in a silent scream and my skin pricking with fresh sweat.
Fuck me, it’s going to be tight. I pull out and crouch between her legs, putting my hands on her knees to pull them apart as I take aim and spit.
Bullseye. It hits her right on the clit, and I don’t miss her sharp, involuntary gasp of surprise. I smear it over her entrance, and then I’m scrabbling up her body and driving back in.
Driving home.
The moment I’m fully inside her, that expressive face of hers contorts in rapture.
‘Fuck,’ I tell her. ‘You are so fucking full of my dick right now.’
It hits me afresh that she’s seriously out of practice and seriously neglected on this front. I’m going to pump her so full of my cock she won’t remember her own name. I’ll fill her, and fuck her, and own her body so completely she’ll leave this room a different woman.
I start to move, my dick dragging out of her before driving forward and filling her up.
A glance down at our joined bodies shows me her tits jiggling as I find my stride and start to pummel her.
She’s meeting me thrust for thrust like she can’t get enough, like she’s savouring every single inch I’m giving her.
I love looking down at her like this. The characteristic scowls and eye-rolls are gone, and instead she’s showing me, with every emotion that passes over her beautiful face, how much she loves this.
How much she loves me filling her up and, it seems, how much she enjoys being told to shut the fuck up and take my dick like a good girl.
When an entire nation consistently projects its sky-high expectations onto you and your intellect, maybe sometimes you just want to be fucked into next week.
Yeah. I adore being on top like the untamed beast that I am, railing her into the bed.
But she forwent my offer of a nice afternoon fuck with Regular Cal and opted for the Full Monty, so that’s what she’s gonna get.
I’ll show her no mercy. I’ll give her everything I’ve got, but I’ll fucking well take everything she has to give, too.
I pull out and flip her over without warning. ‘Elbows and knees,’ I grunt, hauling her arse up in the air with an arm around her waist. Her chains are crossed, but there’s plenty of latitude in those things for a bit of variety.
Yesss. She’s gorgeous like this, head down, arse in the air for me, holes on display. I slide my dick back in again, and she shudders out a loud moan when I’m fully in. Fuck, yeah. I grip her hips and roll mine against her so she feels every single millimetre of me in this position.
‘See, sweetheart,’ I say conversationally. ‘You came to me because you needed a really good fucking, and you were a clever girl, because you knew my dick was what you needed. And now you have me stuffed inside your pretty, wet cunt.’
She lets out a strangled whimper. I like that. I like that a lot. I roll my hips again. ‘I’m gonna fuck you harder and deeper and rougher than you’ve ever been fucked before. Ever. Because I know that’s what my dirty girl needs. A seriously good fucking.’
I bend and give her arse cheek a good bite, because, fuck me, it’s too plump, too smooth not to mark. It’s asking to be marked.
And then I let her have it.
I fucking go for it.
I tug off this sweaty fucking mask, and I drag my dick out, and I ram it home.
My fingertips dig into her hips as I hold her in place for me so she has nowhere to go, no way to alleviate the onslaught.
I want her to take everything. Savour every sensation.
I want her to allow my dick to hit every fucking nerve ending in her body and light her on fire.
Every hour of pain I endure in the gym pays off in these moments, because my stamina is second to none, and I can fuck this beautiful, sensual, responsive woman into next week if that’s what she wants.
In. Out. In. Out. I thrust and thrust and thrust, and every time my angry, engorged cock disappears inside Aida’s body I want to cheer.
Because I’ve wanted to do this to her, for her, since she walked into our offices, but now I’m bottoming out in her, over and over, and it feels like nothing else on earth.
She’s taking me like a champ, the noises she’s making getting more and more desperate, more hungry, as I wind her higher and higher. I treat every drive as a move to master. I want every single second to give her pleasure. By the sounds of it, they are.
‘You’re going to come for me, baby,’ I tell her, releasing one hip so I can run a hand up the delicate curve of her spine. ‘I can feel it. You’re going to come so fucking hard around my cock.’
She moans, breathing heavily. I don’t think she could speak if she wanted to.
I drag myself out and then plunge back in.
She actually screams, one of her hands shooting forward to claw at the sheets as she twists her head to one side and lets it collapse against the mattress.
She’s full-on convulsing, her beautiful body jerking as I fuck her through her violent orgasm, ramming home inside her over and over.
It’s the perfect contractions of her cunt around my dick that finish me off. As her deepest internal muscles milk me, the heat that’s been building and building races through my balls and down my dick, and I let out a roar that’s nothing short of utterly fucking victorious as I erupt.