Chapter 33
E WAN
My little teacher is a goddess.
A hostage goddess, that is, with her hands tied at her back, her hair in my fist, her spine arched, her tits jiggling every time she bobs her head.
Her mouth is a pit of fire every time she rolls it down.
I could make her choke on my release, but her pleasure is so addictive I don’t want to put an end to it so soon.
Her mouth waters around my cock, and mine waters as I’m looking at the flesh between her legs.
The smell of her arousal drifts in the air, and after spending a little more time lodging myself in the back of her throat and watching her sweat and get her lips wet around me, I pull out, slide my arm under her legs, and toss her on her back, her shoulders pressed to the pillows, her hands under her.
She lifts her head to watch me spread her legs and lick her pussy while draping her thighs over my shoulders.
She looks like a wild goddess now, with her hair a whirlpool of silk, her eyes burning like embers, her lips glistening as if coated with tears, and a smile of satisfaction on her face.
She better trust me from now on when I tell her she’ll like the stuff I want to do to her.
I know who she is.
I knew it from the moment she sat on my lap.
From the second I took a whiff of the scent of her skin.
From the little snap in her voice.
She’s done everything right, this woman, but somehow things didn’t quite work for her.
Isn’t that the story of our lives?
No matter what you do, you always seem to get the short end of the stick?
She wants to please me, but above all she wants me to please her and help her forget who she is so she can reinvent herself, if only for a moment.
She pushes up a little more, and I take that freedom away from her, sliding her off the pillow, dragging her pussy to the edge of the bed, and pinning her down so she can only feel me and not see much of me.
She gives up.
Eyes trained on the dark ceiling, she arches her back and rolls her hips against my mouth while I fuck her little pussy with my tongue.
Isn’t life misleading?
You wouldn’t tell that the proper woman who had almost everything under control––except for maybe her body’s reaction to my body––is now this beautiful submissive enjoying dark sex.
Her moans make me so hard that I find it difficult to continue. I suck on her clit, fingering her and feeling her wet soft center clenching around my touch before I pull upright, run my arm around her waist, lift her up like she is weightless, and prop her on the pillows again.
Her thighs press together in hopes of making that tension escalate a little more and drag her to the finish line when I pivot to the drawer and pull out a glass dildo.
“You want to see how it feels?” I ask, my fist locked around my cock, while her eyes widen.
It’s a beautiful sex toy with a textured surface, a chiseled head, and a slight curve.
It’s ice cold when I move it to her pussy.
“You will stay there at that point, unable to come, and you will thank me and beg me to replace it with my shaft,” I say, slowly rubbing my erection. “Just let me put it in.”
She opens her thighs, and I press the cold tip against her heated flesh.
Her eyes close with pleasure while more moans roll off her chest.
“How is it?” I ask, slowly pushing it deeper.
Sweat glimmers at the top of her chest, and shudders go through her. I was right. She doesn’t need to answer.
There’s a slight movement of her hips against the toy and her frame quivers.
I pull it back a little and slide it back in, mimicking the movement of human flesh.
She moans, swept away in a trance, and I could blast my load. She’s edging, and I am, too.
“A little more, baby,” I say, hoarse, my fist moving along my shaft, and then stopping.
I don’t want to come before she does.
Besides, I want to plunge into her, feel the earthquake on my cock.
Her chest moves up and down as she tips her face the other way so I can’t see it, more crying moans climbing out her chest.
It works for me. Even without her eyes on me, I enjoy her transformation more than ever.
I fuck her slowly with the toy. And then I let it in, tear my hand away, and put my mouth on her chest.
Hard as pebbles, her nipples poke up. I take one in my mouth and suck on it while kneading her tits.
She pushes her chest up and rolls her hips, so her pussy get some friction.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I ask against her skin.
“Anything,” she says, her voice breaking too. “You can do anything to me.”
“What about a butt plug? It will make you feel tight,” I say. “And your orgasm will be cosmic.”
I shift to the drawer again and pull out a tube of lube and a butt plug.
“Turn to your side, baby.”
Looking at me with feverish eyes, she slowly rolls to her side and turns her back to me.
“Perfect,” I say, unable to pull my erection out of the way. I’m that hard.
I work her butthole open, and watching her nipples turn to pebbles again, I position the tip of the plug against her opening.
She stiffens and moans again, her thighs clenching around the dildo.
“You like it, don’t you?”
The lube is cold. And the butt plug is cold too. And the glass dildo, despite being tucked inside her body, must still be cold.
When she starts to tremble again, I know I’ve hit all her sensitive points right, so I slowly help her to her knees. She’s bowed down, her cheek pressed against the pillow, her butt moving up while I hold the dildo against her center.
Which is the thing that she doesn’t like. The thing that I like the most, especially now.
Taking it from behind.
She looks like a plaything now with her pussy filled, the butt plug nicely fit in, and her hands tied behind her.
I move the toy, watching her opening swallow the hard glass.
This time, it’s impossible not to rub my dick.
It’s impossible not to bite my lip.
It’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
Her ass and legs tremble hard while she opens herself as much as she can.
I push the toy deeper and watch it get hugged by her body, my erection hard as steel.
I’m still debating whether to let her come or not.
Whether to finish her first and then finish her again when I fuck her.
I want to get to that point, but this part is not that bad either. The anticipation is only building in our bodies.
I bet she didn’t know sex could feel like this.
A shudder goes through her, out of her control, and I know she’ll soon be over, shaking out of her mind, blacking out, and quivering inside her from all that pleasure.
“My perfect little woman…” I murmur like an artist admiring his work.
I let my erection bounce and bring my free hand to her pussy. I just need to get a feel of her before she pulls away from me and consumes her high.
My fingers move away from the dildo, spread her wet arousal over her clit.
Her moans get louder.
“It feels good, doesn’t it? It feels perfect,” I murmur, touching her clit gently and moving the dildo at the same pace.
She meets my thrusts with resistance, and I notice the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of my erection.
As much as I hate to bring all this to an end, I’m afraid it will soon be out of my hands.
So, I start by massaging her clit a little harder, and the harder I go, the louder she gets.
“We’re getting there, baby…” I say, watching her lose control, not minding the pain created by the hard foreign body inside her.
She moves faster and more erratically, so I smoothly pull the toy out and let her dry hump the air.
“Please…” she begs, unable to draw pleasure from the air.
My erection bounces up, and I’m seconds away from coming. I still have something to do before I finish her, so I move her hips closer to me and enter her from behind, her head in the pillow, her center tight as I said it would be. Fuck me. The sensation is amazing.
I thrust into her to satiate my hunger, and she can’t come just yet, so it’s up to me.
Really, it’s up to me how much longer I can’t keep myself from blasting my load.
Every thrust into her has been hard earned.
Every thrust in her is like a trip to heaven.
My pace increases, and with a last flicker of logic, I realize I need to take her with me, or I’ll leave her unfinished with my seed inside her and all over her.
I grab the back of her hair to see the wince on her face, her back extended, and her chest propped against the pillows.
I’m so tempted to let all that tension go and make it up to her somehow when she starts to turn to me so I can top her.
I push her back down, a fight ensuing until I have her on her stomach, under me, and finally entering her over and over and over again.
The writhing of her body does me in.
Her screaming against the pillow is music to my ears.
The fact that she can’t do anything, and only let her pleasure soar and soar until she blacks out and surrenders for good is perfection.
When her pussy starts to pulse like crazy, I fuck her hard.
The hardest I have ever fucked someone.
This is also the farthest I have come with someone.
I took my time to bring her here, and she delivered.
And judging by the crying moans, the heaving of her chest, and the puddle between her legs, which isn’t only my cum but also her arousal, we have sealed the deal.
This isn’t only about sex.
This is about marking her as mine.
The little goddess I locked in a cage of passion.
Let’s see if she wants out.
That will be fun to watch.