CHAPTER NINE
ERIC
What if I told you, her fragile state tempted me? That it made me fucking rock hard. You’d think I was a pervert, a sick minded fuck who was seeking to manipulate a woman who you saw weak. But that’s not the case here. She is stronger than she thinks she is, I just need to pull on those strings and get that strong woman to come out and play.
The weight of her scream had my whole world crumbling around me. I fought through my sea of red until I had come across the scene before me. That fool, Micah, had his hands on my woman, and the urge to snap his neck had been violent and irrepressible. A few seconds longer and I would have gladly choked the life out of him. But her voice had brought me back from the rage, from the black that encompassed my soul. She was the sole reason why I was here right now. She had led me this far and there was no turning back from this.
I stared at her kneeling form on the floor before me. I stared at her back, her perfect skin marred by scars that ran along her right shoulder. The fucker had shoved her back and she’d fallen onto a glass table where it had shattered and pierced her skin. He’d left her there, bleeding for hours, until he came home and took pity on her when he realized she was near dead.
I traced her scars gently and leaned in to kiss each one. She hung her head as tears escaped her cheeks, but she let me touch her. I wanted to erase it all, take all that harm and keep it locked up within me. Use it so that I could destroy him.
My thirst for her unquenching, I reached for her arms and she stretched them out to me, palms up. I took my time tying up her wrists with the soft rope. I took care with her wrists, coiling it around her, slowly bringing it up around her neck and taking care to tie it around the base of her breasts forming an intricate design around them so that they protruded sexily. Her tits turned a delicate red frim the rope I looped around her torso, making sure to secure it so that the blood flow would seep into those dark tips.
Grabbing a blindfold, I pressed my knees up against her shoulders. I tugged lightly on her hair, her head falling back and pressing into my bulge. Her big eyes stared up at me. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, girl.” I placed the blindfold on, covering her pretty eyes. I watched her for a second, her tongue nervously licking at her lips, my cock twitching at knowing she was doing this for me. She had been willing to please me .
Tugging on her hands, I urged her to stand. When she was before me, I lifted her into my arms, laying her gently onto the bed. She gasped quietly as I ran my hands down her body, pinching her nipples and forcing her to lift her back off the mattress. It was an erotic, torturous move.
Trapping her thighs in leather slings, I opened her nice and wide for me. This is how I wanted her, exposed and willing to give me anything I asked for. I liked when she struggled, but breaking her, getting her submittal, that was beyond anything I could ever hope for. No one had ever entrusted me with themselves like this. Giving me her body was one thing, but I wanted more, I wanted her soul.
The crack of the flogger sliced through the air before the leather straps lashed at her tender breasts. She cried out, more from the shock of the impact than from the pain. I promised her I’d teach her, not harm her. This was about trust and pleasure, about battling all those demons that hindered her from finding her freedom.
She whimpered as the leather flicked her inner thighs. Her sensitive flesh turning a bright pink. I focused on her pussy lips, all pink and swollen. The slight dew that coated them, letting me know she was enjoying her lashings.
I didn’t tell her what was coming next. I merely reminded her of her safe word, commanding her to repeat it for me. As her lips moved, I flicked my wrist. Her hips lifted, those pretty tits trembling, and my cock extended as her cunt clenched and unclenched as the leather lashed across her swollen lips.
She moaned and thrashed against the restraints, and I bit my lip as I came down on her again. As her hips jolted up, they met with my tongue as I gripped her ass and devoured her juices. I groaned while she cried out in surprise, my tongue soothing the soreness left from the lashings. I didn’t last long between her legs, just enough to soothe, to entice. She moaned in regret as soon as I left her. My tongue having its taste before continuing my torture.
“Please,” she managed to breath as the leather curled around the tips of her breasts, leaving soft red streaks on her slightly reddened mounds. Once again, I teased her with my tongue, sucking a plump tit into my mouth, grazing my teeth along the tender tip.
“My, God.” She writhed, her body shaking while I bit down on that dark pebble.
Her arms bound together, her tits pressed close, creating a sexy curve of deep cleavage. She worked her hips in an erotic rhythm. Up and down in a fucking motion as she begged for more.
“You want to get fucked?” My voice gruff in lust as I whispered in her ear, those cheeks of her turning a bright red.
“Answer me!” I ran the leather straps along her body, swatting softly at her arms and tummy.
“You need cock, don’t you?”
She remained quiet as I watched over her, wielding the flogger in my hand, I turned it. Sliding my fingers through her slit, I parted those swollen lips. Leaning forward, I gently blew on her clit.
“Yes!” She cried out as I teased the handle of the flogger along her crevice.
“Touch me,” she spoke in a sweet little voice, a pout forming on her lips as she continued to writhe before me.
“Such a sweet little cunt, but I don’t think it’s worthy of my cock.” Her breath hitched as I dipped the handle into her hole.
“It is,” she panted desperately, the rocking of her hips made my cock twitch as fluid seeped out of the slit.
As I watched her curves undulate, I teased my cock. Lightly fingering the head of it, swiping my cum along the base. I hissed as I stroked it, tugging on my heavy sack while trying to ease the pain of my need.
“Horny little girl,” I whispered in her ear before kneeling by her head.
“Show your man just how needy that cunt is, and maybe, just maybe,” I gritted as I stroked her lips with my dick, “I’ll give you what you need.”
Her tongue reached out, tentatively stroking the length of my cock. I groaned as I watched her innocence dissipate. It was a soft, chaste sweep, but it felt so fucking good, especially when knowing I was the one she chose to defile her.
“Suck it,” I commanded, pushing my hips so that my cock slipped through the slight opening of her lips. She sucked softly, showing me what little or no experience she had. Her teeth scraped my sensitive shaft, and instead of reprimanding her, I shoved another inch into her hot, wet mouth, wanting that torture again.
Soon, I gained momentum, rocking my hips into her mouth, holding her head still so I could slide in deep. The sound of her gagging got me hard, my cock throbbing from the control I had on her.
“Yesss,” I hissed eagerly as her sucking became urgent and more powerful, my cockhead slipping from her mouth with a loud dirty pop.
“Fuuuck!”
Needing her on my tongue, I leaned in, straddling her as I found my way to her wet core. The moan she gave out, hummed along the base of my cock, sent slight shocks up to my balls. My tongue distended along her juicy cunt, taking my time with her as I pumped my hips into her mouth, loving how her throat constricted around the head, her tongue swirling around my length as I pulled out.
The sound of her needy moans only made me hungrier for more. My tongue probed her hot entrance, enjoying the salty taste of her along the rim, her warm juices flowing into my mouth. When my tongue curled around her clit, her lips clamped around my shaft. We both hummed in approval as we devoured one another.
Her trembling thighs only made my cock swell, and when I slipped out and she hurriedly gobbled me back up, I erupted. I sucked and flicked her clit as my cum filled her pretty little mouth. Her scream of frustration was muffled by my thick dick as I pulled away from her cunt. Smiling to myself, I sat up, pumping the rest of my cum on her face and lips. She desperately lifted her hips, my neglect of her pussy eliciting a needy sob.
I ran my hands up her tummy, squeezing the tips of her tender breasts. Dragging a drop of cum that clung to her cheek and rubbing it on those delicious globes.
She mewled and uttered an expletive which made me laugh. I had told her this was not about her, and she’d agreed. Now, she had turned into a wanton slut, begging for a release that would not come until I said so.
Climbing off her, I undid the restraints in her wrists first, then gently released her thighs. I massaged her flesh, making sure that blood continued to coarse through her veins. My touch gentle in making sure she knew she was safe.
Leaning over her, between her thighs, I undid her blindfold, wiping any remnants of myself with it. My cock, still semi-hard, dragged along her folds, and she squirmed beneath me, trying to get me inside. Instead, I lifted her into my arms, having her wrap her tied wrists around my neck while I purposely made her straddle me. Her pussy coming in contact with my hard length, instinctively having her move on me. I spanked her ass hard.
“Stay still!”
She whimpered but obeyed, the heat between us palpable. Slowly, I undid the rope that bound her breasts and arms, round and round I went until they dropped, and she moaned against my neck. She kissed it softly and my heart leaped. The urge to please me was ever present and it was just as hard for me to refrain from giving her what she wanted. Especially when she deserved everything.
But she needed to learn that this wasn’t about instant gratification, that the sweetest release came with time, and that being patient was necessary so that when she did cum, she’d be able to find freedom in that release.
Edging was the most exquisite type of power over another. Bringing someone to the brink of passion and then holding it back, I lived for that type of control. An enduring ache that forced the other to only think of you, to only succumb to you. Owning her completely, that’s what I wanted.
So yes, her fragile state was a temptation I wasn’t willing to stay away from. By the time I was done with her, there would be no doubt in her mind that I was the only one she needed.