Chapter Nine #2
“I wasn’t waiting for you!” I need to clarify. Because fuck that! He dumped me to go meet someone else and didn’t even answer my hilarious texts. But I used a dildo…just to kill time.
He’s making quick work of getting me loose while I’m writhing on his three fingers, moaning and whispering River’s name again and again.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re at my mercy.”
A sliver of doubt sneaks up on me, that what he actually wants is to make me submit to him after all the daily ordering around. “How about…when I’m not?” I gasp out.
“Fuck, Aki. How can you not know?” But the desperation mixed with lust dripping from his voice quickly reassures me.
My breaths turn labored just before his fingers pull out.
His hand slides down under my ass, and reaches my thigh, lifting it up and spreading it to the side.
I know he can take my weight with one arm, manhandle me, pin me down, do whatever the fuck he wants with me.
But still, when he moves me, he always makes sure I’m okay with it.
Those attentive eyes and delicate touch are driving me wild.
With his hand still under my thigh, he uses the other to grab the rope on my back.
“Your ladybug tattoo looks so sexy.” I feel his tongue forming a wet path over my back, sucking on each cigar burn.
There’s a likeness between our inner demons; that’s why they get along so well. I’ve found that someone who matches my level of fuckedness, who endures my moods and has an oversized dick. Ugh! I’m never going to let him go.
I moan, unable to talk about how amazing it feels to have his mouth on me. The heat building inside me is melting my mind.
“Look at you. So eager to take my cock?”
I force my eyes on him. He’s behind me, but being three times my size, I can still see all his coiled strength and bunched muscles, eyes glittering.
He has forced my body into an unnatural angle, holding me from the rope on my back while I’m leaning dangerously forward on one leg.
The other is still up and over the side.
I can’t do a goddamn thing but wait for River to finish devouring my skin.
I’d have thought he’d be inside me by now. I pull on my wrists, but the rope is too tight.
“Are you trying to make me beg again?” My voice is embarrassingly strained. “Because I absolutely will, sir.” I don’t care. I just want to feel him in me. I desperately need it at this point.
His head rises. His nostrils flare. The only time he gives in to his emotions is when we fuck. A feeling of exhilaration overwhelms me.
“Tell me what you want.”
I decide to let go. This is River. I’d let him do anything to me—and the proof is in the mirror on the wall.
“Shove it deep inside, make a mess of me,” I use the sultriest voice I can manage, and I have to say the result is pretty good. I’d jump on myself if I could.
The grip under my thigh tightens, lifting my leg even higher just before I feel the head of his cock against the entrance.
I don’t even have time to take a breath before he plunges in all the way, balls deep.
Fuck, but he feels unreal, completely filling me up.
The sudden stretch stings as he grinds against my ass, reaching further inside, making more space with his bumpy cock.
Those beads will be the death of me. I can feel them rubbing my inner walls, awakening all the nerves, creating zings of electricity throughout my body.
In this position, he’s hitting somewhere new, deeper. I keep squeezing around his length uncontrollably.
“I’ll never let you go,” I blurt out, drunk on his dick.
“Is it your hole talking? I can’t move for how hard it’s trying to milk me.” He grinds against me again, making me see stars.
“You love it,” I counter, trying to rock my hips, but the precarious position keeps me from doing that.
“Soft and wet,” he mumbles against my hair. “Your insides are kissing my cock from every fucking angle.” He yanks at the ropes pulling my arms back as his hips start driving into me with slow, hard thrusts. “Don’t know if I should kiss you or spank you.”
Both please. “Want you so fucking badly,” I slur, focusing on us in the mirror.
I’m a mess, disheveled hair that keeps falling over my eyes, hazy gaze, and flushed cheeks.
My skin around the rope is starting to get red too.
All tied up like this, I look like a fucking sex doll.
Jolting back and forth, he’s bouncing me on his fat cock, drilling it inside me.
My dick aches, but I can’t touch it, and the leg he’s holding up is starting to feel numb.
But the more I watch, the closer to ecstasy I get.
Because River is right behind me, and he looks as turned on as I feel. And so. Damn. Beautiful.
“You want me? Show me. Move this sweet ass,” he orders me darkly. The hand falling hard on my ass cheek rips a moan out of my lips.
“I can’t fuck myself on you.” Not in this position. The words are heavy in my mouth, thick as his cock nailing me.
He drops my leg down, keeping my thighs wide open and bends me forward. His strong grip on the rope makes me feel safe. Those knots are pressing against my chest, marking my skin, turning my nipples sensitive.
“Do it, now. Just like that,” he murmurs, pulling tighter on the cord between my shoulders. “Fuck, yes, jiggle that shit.”
I’m fucking myself on him, I just realize, rocking my body back and forth. Taking him deeper, clenching around him, shifting so that I rub his thick cockhead over that sweet spot that makes me cry out his name.
My own cock pulses, rigid and thick, poking straight out in front of me. I need to relieve the pressure, but not the one on my dick. Another one. Inside me.
Spank! He backhands my ass cheek. And gods, that feels so good. So fucking good. I move faster, slamming my ass back against him, whimpering with every motion.
“Taking every inch of me. You can’t get enough, can you?”
“Can you?” I smirk. “Your cock belongs inside me.”
“You shouldn’t say shit like that!” he growls into my ear. His hand wraps around my neck, and I can see something wicked filling his eyes.
“Why n…?”
His hips slam forward, driving him deep into my ass.
My mouth opens on a silent cry while all the air is sucked out of my lungs.
I’m drowned in pleasure as an unrestrained, hot-as-fuck River starts to pound in and out of my hole with a desperation that can be born only from undiluted lust. His jackhammering hips are mercilessly and furiously pistoning against me. His fingers flexing against my throat.
I can’t do anything but take it while following his frantic movements.
It feels incredible; his dick is making me reach new levels.
I wish I could touch him, though. I like this Shibari kink in him, but I’m no sub.
I’m a horny Mad Dog who takes what he wants.
The sensory overload of pleasure is becoming almost too powerful.
“Do you want my cum all over your ass?” he grunts, tugging hard at my sore nipple.
“Finish inside,” I’m only able to moan as a bright white climax hits me.
I shiver all over, clamping hard around him and letting out thick spurts of jizz all over the floor.
I’m coming again, untouched. He keeps battering me, and doing so enhances the already too powerful orgasm shaking me to the core.
I start feeling dizzy as I witness Rivers throwing his head back and grunting his release.
His hips seize and he trembles violently behind me.
His body continues to twitch, and I can feel inside hot jets of his cum filling me.
Fuck, yes. I clench my inner muscles around him, sucking all of it in me.
A heartbeat later he resumes the lazy rock of hips, groaning so sexily. His body jerks as he keeps thrusting shallowly in and out of me.
“Fuuuuck. Don’t let it spill out, Aki, not after all the work I put in.”
Suddenly my body starts quaking once again as I’m ambushed by another climax, but this one is detonating from inside my ass.
The most intense ecstasy I’ve ever felt cascades all over me, coursing throughout my body in electrical currents.
Black spots form in front of my eyes, and for a moment, all turns silent.
Then I hear it. The worried voice. “Aki…baby, please don’t do this to me. Come back to me, now!”
“I’m right here.” I smile before opening my eyes. My body feels languid and satisfied like never before. Still buzzing from all the pleasure. “Whooo. I think I blacked out for a moment.” Was that a dry orgasm? It felt like my soul touched his or some shit.
“A moment? It was ten fucking minutes,” he snarls, squeezing his eyes.
I move the locks that have fallen on his face with my fingers. Wait. I’m not tied anymore. And I’m lying on my bed with River next to me, looming over me.
“I’m okay. More than okay. Bunny, you’re actually a stallion.” I giggle. I stretch my arms, enjoying my newfound physical freedom. My body protests, especially my sore ass, but I’m too content to care.
“By the way, I heard you call me baby. I thought that was too cringey as fuck for you,” I taunt him with a smirk, as he lets out a sigh of relief or exasperation—I’m too high to recognize which emotion.
“How have I refrained from killing you?” he mutters.
I lift my hand to cup his cheek. “You know why. Don’t you?” His blue eyes find mine. Those deep pools look…sad, though. I don’t know the reason, but I don’t like it. “I’m fucking irresistible, obviously.”
“I just can’t win with you.” He brushes his fingers over the light marks that the red rope has left on my chest. Then moves to my nipples, only caressing them.