18 | Any youth in the world
18 | any youth in the world
CARA
Still reeling from the intensity of William’s actions, I strained my ears, every nerve on high alert. My body went rigid at the sound of him moving behind me. I twisted my neck to catch a glimpse of what he was doing. He stood at his nightstand, rifling through the drawer. When he faced me again, a glint of metal in his hand caught my eye. It was a shiny, rose-gold object, unmistakable and familiar. My heart missed a beat.
‘Not that.’
I nearly mistook him for the Devil when he flashed me a sadistic grin, blue eyes gleaming above. ‘Oh, this is just the beginning.’
My mouth went dry as I drew a sharp breath, my heart pounding so fiercely it felt like it might shatter my ribs. Deep in my bones, I knew he would push me to my absolute limit tonight. When I reached that point, how exhausted would I be? Would I simply pass out from the intensity?
I briefly wondered if we might need a safe word, but I dismissed the thought just as quickly as it came. William could be rough, demanding, and obstinate, but he had proven time and again that he knew when to relent. He was no sadist – he found his satisfaction in my ecstasy. If I were in pain, it would turn him off completely and he would cease at once.
I could trust him. Absolutely.
He placed the vibrator on the bed, his eyes tracing the curves of my body as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs. The smirk on his face hinted at the carnal, unspoken fantasies swirling in his mind, his pupils blown wide with ravenous desire. He shrugged out of his shirt, the cream fabric slipping from his shoulders and falling to the floor.
I stared at his magnificent body, captivated by each defined ridge and dent. The smooth planes of his pecs flowed outward, accentuating the solid curve of his broad shoulders and the powerful definition of his biceps. My gaze lingered on the sinewy strength of his arms before being irresistibly drawn to the groove between his sharply etched abs. His obliques framed his torso like the strokes of a master artist, emphasising the V-line that lured the eye further down. I swallowed at the sight of his impressive erection, my blood singing with craving.
‘What’s your record, Cara?’
I met his gaze, my brows furrowing with confusion. ‘My record?’
He climbed into the bed, his gaze veering to my bare buttocks as he hovered over me on all fours. ‘Yes.’ He ran his hand across them, squeezing and stroking. ‘What’s the highest number of orgasms you’ve had in a single session?’ His eyes darted back to mine, and the sexual twinkle in them signalled my ruin.
‘I don’t know,’ I said, so quietly it was almost a whisper.
His features flattened; he looked underwhelmed. ‘You don’t know?’
‘No. I lost count. My brain crashed.’
His hand stopped stroking me, the intensity of his stare betraying a jealous edge. ‘When was this?’
Feeling coy, I murmured, ‘The first time we had sex after I agreed to go on a date with you.’
His face lit up with elation. ‘Really?’
I blushed, momentarily distracted by the memory – him holding me against the headboard of my bed as he charged savagely in and out of me, the sweat trickling down my spine as I panted. That session had been animalistic. He’d left no doubt in my mind that, to him, it had been a matter of reclaiming what was his.
‘Yes.’
‘Well, let’s make it ten tonight.’ A wolfish grin curved his lips. ‘I’m sure we could do more, but we’ve got to start somewhere.’
A whimper poured out of my mouth. Ten? Would I even survive that?
‘Count them out loud this time,’ he commanded, his voice saturated with thrill. ‘Just to be sure you don’t forget. Ready?’
I buried my face in the mattress, my whole body stiffening as I prepared for impact. Chuckling, William gripped my hip and flipped me around. As soon as I was on my back, he prised my legs apart and knelt between them. My heart thundered as I stared up at him and gulped in sheer intimidation.
His eyes wandered across my body, glowing with pure affection as he smoothed his hands down my stockings. ‘Honestly, Cara, you will always be the most beautiful woman to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘Even when we’re old and wrin kled, because in every line on your face, I’ll see the years I’ve spent with you, and that will forever be more beautiful to me than any youth in the world.’
His words washed over me like a gentle tide, leaving me breathless. My heart swelled with overwhelming love and gratitude, tears pricking my eyelids. I had never felt more cherished in my entire life.
‘William.’ My voice quivered with emotion, my face twisting. Caught in the intensity of my feelings, I almost blurted out those three precious words. But I stopped myself, knowing this wasn’t how I wanted to declare it. I wanted my confession to be deliberate and special, not an impulsive cry in the throes of passion.
Smiling, William leaned over me and stared deep into my eyes. ‘I’m all yours, darling.’ He dipped down, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Yearning to embrace him, I struggled against the handcuffs, but it was futile. I huffed loudly, suddenly sympathising with the frustration he had endured earlier. Nothing tempted me more than to hold him close.
‘Annoying, aren’t they?’ he teased, his mouth trailing down my throat and leaving gentle kisses along my thumping artery. It felt so good that I closed my eyes, savouring the sensation.
His hand moved to my breast, dragging down the bustier to reveal my hardened nipples. And then his warm mouth wrapped around my left, sucking and nibbling. I inhaled sharply, feeling the tingling pleasure spreading through my body as I arched against him. His hand ran down my side, tracing the curve of my waist, until I suddenly heard the vibrator coming on, the familiar sound now a warning of imminent torment.
I opened my eyes, seeing William trail his mouth across the valley between my breasts, the breath of his chuckle fanning my flushed skin. Just as his lips closed around my right nipple, he pressed the vibrator against my sensitised left. I gasped, the intense vibrations making me writhe against my confines again.
‘Will,’ I moaned, hopeful the vulnerable sound would inspire his mercy. He glanced up at me with a roguish smile on his mouth, and I instantly knew my pleas would be wasted. He was unmovable, his resolve as unbreakable as the chains that bound me.
‘Save your breath, Cara. You’ll need it,’ he said, his voice velvet and steel.
I closed my eyes again, feeling his hand trace patterns across my body, leaving trails of fire in its wake. Very slowly, he dragged the vibrator down the centre of my stomach, halting just above my clit. My heart contracted.
‘Fuck,’ I groaned, mentally preparing.
‘Fuck indeed.’ He hooked his fingers into my thong, dragging it to the side. I peeked at him, my breath hitching when I saw him greedily drinking in the sight. A smug smile dominated his lips when his eyes met mine.
‘You’re glistening, Cara. Soaked. And I haven’t even touched you there yet.’
I thought my cheeks might burst into flames. ‘William!’
‘I’m grateful you’ve left some hair behind.’
‘Had I known you’d do this, I’d have shaved it all off.’
Chuckling, he slid his forefinger between my folds. I shuddered at the pleasure, my blood simmering with an urgent need for more. But he didn’t indulge me; he withdrew his finger, raising it to his mouth and then sucking it clean. I gaped at him, my face boiling.
‘Mmm. I fucking love the taste of you,’ he purred.
Speechless, I watched as he lowered his head, his mouth drawing closer and closer to my bundle of nerves. He held my gaze the whole time, a wry smile on his beautiful face. Then, very slowly, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to my aching bud. Gasping, I jerked back immediately.
‘Oh, that’s charming.’ His laughter was pitiless. ‘You think I’ll let you off that easily?’ He lifted the vibrator between our faces. My eyes widened with dread. But, to my surprise, he switched it off.
‘My pride insists that I should make you come with my mouth first,’ he said, putting it aside. Then he grabbed my thighs, tucking them over his broad shoulders. My heart hammered as he secured me in place, locking his arms around my legs. Leaning in again, he paused not even an inch from my wet lips, his gaze fixed on mine.
‘Close your eyes, love,’ he said, his voice low and seductive as his breath fanned against me. ‘Focus on how this feels.’
I obeyed, closing my eyes and resting my head on the mattress. Then he was on me, softly kissing and licking around my clit. I held my breath and fisted my hands beneath my back, shocked by how ready I was. He wasn’t making direct contact, yet the friction of his licks spread toward the centre of my nerves, slowly building the tension within me. My heart raced, my temperature steadily rising as I struggled to control my breathing.
‘Shit,’ I groaned and writhed against him.
His grip tightened around my legs, holding me still. ‘If you move, I’ll make this much more agonising for you, Cara.’
I swallowed at his strict tone, trying desperately to keep still as he wrapped his lips around my clit and began sucking. The acute pleasure surged into my core, drawing a loud, long moan from my lips. I arched my back – I couldn’t help it. The tension rallied within me as he sucked harder and harder, his tongue flicking rapidly across my clit with clinical precision.
‘Will,’ I gasped. Every muscle of my body flexed, trying to contain the tremendous force of my looming orgasm. God, I wished I could tug his hair, claw down his back – something, anything – to relieve this paralysing tension that raged within me.
He slid a finger in, curling it up and stroking my front wall with a perfectly timed rhythm, giving me the sensation of rocking on waves of pure pleasure. Back and forth. Higher and higher.
I gaped, forgetting how to breathe. My toes curled, my body beginning to quiver.
No. I couldn’t take anymore. His finger, his tongue, his mouth—
I exploded. Crying out his name, I collapsed on the bed, sinking into a sea of sheer ecstasy. Deep within the depths, I vaguely picked up the sound of something vibrating, drawing closer. Then it was on my clit, ripping me back to the surface. Gasping, I tried to move away, but William stopped me with his grip on my hip.
‘Shit,’ I wailed. This was so overwhelming that it bordered on torture. Already, I was climbing again.
‘Count, Cara,’ William commanded, his brows furrowed as he stared into my eyes.
‘One,’ I moaned. Above the static noise of the vibrator, I heard my own erratic breaths.
‘Good. Nine to go.’ He pressed the vibrator harder against me.
I bit into my lower lip, squeezing my eyes shut. There in the dark, stars began to emerge – tiny little explosions that were growing larger by the second, blending with various shades of red.
I dug my nails into my palms, my neck bending as I convulsed, lifting away from the mattress. Desperate to escape the agonising pleasure, I tried turning onto my side, but William held me locked in place.
‘William, please,’ I begged, shuddering violently. It was growing so fast. I was seconds away from detonating again.
‘But I am pleasing you,’ he purred. He took my nipple in his mouth, sucking it harshly. The sensation rippled through my veins, shooting into the swirling pool of tension low in my belly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing him so hard that I lifted myself off the mattress.
‘Wow,’ William breathed, bringing an arm around me to support my weight against him.
Opening my eyes, I was immediately trapped in his gaze, the sheer power of it searing through me. Painfully beautiful, he knelt there in perfect stillness, his eyes bright and consuming. The raw intensity in his expression spoke volumes, a silent declaration of his captivation. The sight ignited something primal in me, a desire as fierce and unrelenting as a storm.
‘I… coming,’ I panted.
He pressed a button on the vibrator, increasing the intensity. My eyes flared wide, my lungs locking. Even if I tried, I could not utter so much as a sound anymore. All I could focus on was the tremendous force that swelled within me.
Higher, higher.
Fuck!
It was like a bomb went off within me. The acuteness of my orgasm was so intense that I cried out my release at the top of my lungs. I crumpled onto the mattress, shuddering through the aftershocks.
‘Count, Cara,’ William commanded again, mercifully keeping the vibrator a safe distance away.
‘T-two.’
‘Well done. Now, let’s kick things up a gear.’
My heart missed a beat. Kick things up a gear?
Slowly, William trailed his forefinger down my stomach. As he reached my soaked slit, he pushed a single finger into me, gently massaging my front wall. I groaned with pleasure, feeling the muscles spasm around his digit.
I wanted him inside me. Desperately. I wanted to feel every inch of him stretch me to my limit and pleasure me the way only he could.
‘William, please. Get inside me.’
His smirk murdered my hope. ‘Not until we’ve reached at least five.’ Still fingering me, he placed the vibrator back on my throbbing clit.
‘Oh my God,’ I whimpered, my face contorting.
‘Nice one bringing the handcuffs, Cara – even if you didn’t expect to end up in them yourself.’
‘Fuck you.’ I was sure I resembled a wild animal as I glared at him.
Grinning, he pressed a button on the vibrator again, increasing the intensity yet another level.
‘Fuck!’
‘Soon, darling, soon.’ He dipped down, claiming my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue swirling around mine. I moaned against his lips, feeling him push one more digit into me, stretching me. He leaned up then, just enough to stare into my eyes. ‘When I give you my dick, Cara, you’re going to take every single inch of it, and you’re going to take it exactly how I tell you to.’ As if to emphasise his point, he fingered me without a trace of mercy, his other hand torturing my clit with the vibrator. ‘Am I clear?’
I inhaled sharply, my vagina throbbing at his words. ‘Yes.’
‘Oh, you like that?’ He must have felt my reaction. His eyes glinted, and he pumped his fingers deeper, faster. ‘Are you imagining my cock inside you right now?’
‘Yes,’ I wailed. My eyes rolled back into my skull. I was reaching it in record time; my walls clamped down on his fingers, my body stiffening at the pressure.
I almost sobbed. ‘I can’t…’
‘You can,’ William said vehemently. ‘Scream my name as you come, Cara. Let me hear how much you enjoy me.’
I fought against the handcuffs, shaking. All I wanted was to touch him. I wanted to cup his sharp jaw, feel the spiky strands of his stubble scrape my palms as I kissed him. I wanted to caress his beautiful body, feel his smooth, warm skin against mine. And I wanted to wrap my arms around him, dig my nails into his broad shoulders as he fucked me into oblivion.
Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, a bowstring drawn back to its limit. My heart pounded in a wild, erratic rhythm, each beat echoing in my ears like a war drum. Sweat slicked my skin, mingling with the warm air. William’s presence loomed over me, every word, every look, stoking the fire of tension within me. My breaths came shallow and quick, my lungs straining against the pressure.
The seconds stretched into eternity. The tension mounted, unbearable.
Finally, it released. Air stormed out of my lungs, my body softening. William removed the vibrator, but he didn’t withdraw his fingers. As he thrust them gently in and out of me, I drifted peacefully, heaving for air as a sense of total liberation coursed through my veins.
‘How many?’
‘Three,’ I said breathlessly.
‘Endure it, Cara.’ It was an order. ‘Take it all.’
‘Will, fuck me. Please ,’ I begged. ‘I need to feel you inside me.’
His smile was as self-satisfied as a banker counting his bonus. ‘And you will, but not yet.’ He brought the vibrator back to my clit, drawing a loud, agonised groan from me.
By the time I reached my fifth orgasm, I was hardly anything but a sack of meat and blood. I lay there, completely drained, unable to move. Meanwhile, William buzzed with an energy that seemed boundless. I had barely whispered the word ‘Five’ when he flipped me onto my front. With a firm hold on my hips, he lifted my bottom and deftly unfastened my stockings from the bustier. A pang of jealousy hit me at his practised speed; it was clear he had done this before.
‘It’s truly unfair how sexy you are,’ he murmured appreciatively, his fingers curling around my thong. Slowly, he dragged it down my legs. I heard him shifting, and then I felt his breath spreading across my wet lips.
My eyes widened. ‘No, don—’ His soft mouth pressed against my pulsating clit, and I groaned, fisting my hands. ‘Fuck.’
‘This is going to get rough, darling.’ His big hands smoothed over my nether cheeks. ‘But you’re going to handle it, understood?’
I felt his erection gliding over my soaked folds, up and down. My jaw clenched with yearning.
‘Yes. Fuck me like you own me, Will.’
‘Oh, you’ll feel my claim in every single part of you.’ He plunged into me at once, hard and deep. I moaned, struggling to accommodate him. He lingered at the very end of me, a low, satisfied groan pouring out of his mouth.
‘God, you feel so fucking good. I’ll never get over it. You were made for me, Cara.’
‘Yes. Yes I was,’ I panted, meaning every word.
He bent over me, strong arms landing on either side of my frame to support his weight. As he eased slowly out of me, he showered my neck with lustful kisses.
His next thrust shocked me. It was so hard, so fast, so deep, that it expelled the air from my lungs. The force of it bordered on painful, a sharp edge that heightened the intensity of my pleasure. Despite the discomfort, or perhaps because of it, I revelled in the sensation. He did it again and again, slamming into me without any sense of restraint, drawing whimper after whimper from my mouth. Each savage thrust shoved me forward on the mattress. When I reached the headboard, he clasped my shoulders and dragged me up, pushing us forward until I was smothered between the hard wood and his powerful body.
He kept ramming into me, my breasts rebounding off the headboard. My peaked nipples were overly sensitive now; it felt like tiny bites every time they slapped the wood.
Moaning, I threw my head back and rested it on William’s shoulder, my eyes closing. I loved it when he took possession of my body like this. His innate dominance was something I would always crave, never tire of, and forever appreciate.
‘Hear that, Cara?’ he murmured in my ear.
I focused on the sounds. Heat soon flooded my face. I could hear it. Amidst the rhythmic beat of our flesh parting and meeting, there was a loud, wet sound. I was absolutely dripping. Now acutely aware of it, I felt the beads oozing down my inner thighs.
‘I love how wet I make you.’ Wrapping his arms around me, William hugged me tightly against his solid, warm chest. ‘But…’ He withdrew, abandoning me entirely. ‘That much is ruining the friction.’
I turned my head, seeing him leaning over the edge of the bed, reaching for something. Bent over like that, his chiselled back was a sight to behold. He was so unbearably attractive. My heart clenched as I devoured the view of his rippling muscles, each movement showcasing his raw power.
He returned with a crooked smile on his face, bringing his shirt between my legs. Gently, he dried me off, his touch as tender as his gaze was intense.
‘Looks like we’ll have to change the sheets later,’ he said, throwing his shirt away. ‘They’re already soaked, and you’ve still got five orgasms to go.’
I exhaled long and loud, my eyes shifting to the ceiling. ‘I’m going to be severely dehydrated by the end of this.’
He broke into laughter, the sound rich and full. ‘Dehydrated,’ he echoed, still chuckling as he gripped the chain between my handcuffs and reclined onto his back, dragging me with him. As I lay atop him, my back on his chest, he ran his hands down my body, prising my legs apart.
‘Ready for more?’ he asked, reaching between my thighs to steer his dick toward my slit.
I swallowed. ‘Yes.’
He bucked his hips, sliding right in. I gasped at the fulfilment, my eyes shooting wide. He eased out slowly, then thrust deeply into me again and rolled us over. He pushed up, propping himself on his arms on either side of me. His next thrust was even harder, his Adonis belt shoving my buttocks up toward my back.
‘Oh my God,’ I wheezed. Like this, he was stroking directly against my front wall, and now that he’d dried off some of my juices, I could feel him much better.
‘God won’t be helping you tonight, darling,’ William teased. ‘But don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get a taste of heaven.’
Moaning, I buried my face in the mattress, knowing full well he wasn’t lying.
His laughter was a low rumble as he set a new, torturously slow rhythm, plunging so deeply it stole my breath away. Grinding my teeth, I focused on stabilising the growing tension that coiled within me like a tightening spring. But it was hopeless. Amassing in my lower abdomen was a vicious climax that was certain to blow my mind.
‘Will,’ I whimpered pleadingly.
A low, guttural groan slipped from his mouth. Seizing the chain between my handcuffs, he yanked me up until I was kneeling, then swiftly locked me within the cage of his arms. I melted against him, emotions surging like never before. No other embrace could make me feel this way, as if I had finally found the place where I belonged.
‘I love being inside you, Cara,’ he whispered fervently, his words igniting a wildfire in my chest. My heart pounded furiously, each beat echoing the intensity of his voice. Every syllable lingered in my mind.
He loved being inside me.
‘And I love feeling you within me, Will.’ If only he knew that my words held a deeper truth, that the love I felt extended deep into my heart as well.
As if spurred by my response, his arms constricted around me, making it hard to draw breath. His mouth found my shoulder, teeth grazing it in a gentle, tantalising bite.
I jerked against him, gasping as the movement only shoved him deeper into me. Instantly, I began to quiver. My orgasm was looming closer than I’d thought.
Grasping my breasts, he pinched and tugged my nipples. I groaned appreciatively, the pressure inside me swelling more and more.
‘Oh,’ I whined. ‘I seriously wish we could do this forever.’
William’s soft chuckle was like a caress to my ears. ‘You and me both, Cara,’ he murmured, nuzzling his nose in the crook of my neck.
He kept thrusting with that exquisite rhythm. Deep and slow. In and out.
‘Fuck,’ I breathed, my walls closing around him. ‘Just like that – don’t stop,’ I begged.
‘Yes, my love. Just like this.’
I trembled in his arms, inching closer and closer to the edge.
‘Come for me, Cara,’ he whispered seductively, pushing just a little deeper, just a little harder.
I gasped, the intense friction surging through my system. All at once, the agonising tension that had gripped me for so long finally broke, releasing its hold with a sudden, overwhelming force. My muscles, strained to their limits, went slack, and a deep, shuddering breath escaped my lips.
A flood of warmth rushed through me, spreading from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. My skin tingled with the sensation, every nerve ending alight with relief and ecstasy. My thoughts scattered into oblivion, dissolving into a haze of pure bliss. The world around me faded. I felt weightless, as if floating on a sea of tranquillity.
Only vaguely did I hear him say, ‘Four more to go. ’