Chapter 5 Steele #2
She smirks, clearly pleased by my desolation.
So much so that she presses the button on the remote, adding more intensity to the ring.
The whimper I was trying so hard to conceal mere minutes ago breaks free without warning, filling the space between us as my impending orgasm speeds in my direction.
My fingertips curl into my quads, nails digging in so deep that I’m sure I’m leaving marks all over myself.
But I can’t help it. I feel like I’m going to come already, and we’ve barely even started.
“I c— I can’t,” I stammer, my breath becoming more labored with every second that passes. I’m trying to hold back, but with the way the toy is vibrating against me, there’s not much I can do. I’m a slave to the pleasure. I’m a slave to her. “Turn it off.”
“Is that your safe word?” she asks, cocking her head. “Didn’t sound like it.”
“Please,” I beg, shaking my head but refusing to use a color, because I definitely don’t want to put an end to any of this. She told me not to come without permission, though. And if she doesn’t turn off the ring, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. “J-just for a minute. Turn it off.”
“Uh-uh,” she tuts. “You can take it. Just a little bit longer for me.”
My eyes slam shut at her words, legs shaking as I do everything I can to fight my body’s natural instinct to unload all over the place.
It feels so fucking good, and I know the climax would be earth-shattering.
But if I disobey her, I’ll never get to feel the tightness of her walls as they strangle my cock.
Just when I feel like I’m unable to stave off my release for another second, she shows mercy, cutting the vibrations completely.
My head falls forward, my chest heaving while I try to catch my breath.
The orgasm I was grappling with just moments ago fades into a dull throb, causing me to groan in frustration.
“Poor, pretty baby,” she coos, her fingers weaving through my hair and exposing my face.
My forehead and neck are dotted with sweat, and I can feel the heat radiating off my skin.
I’m in rough shape already, desperate and ready to beg, but I barely get a chance to recover before the toy buzzes back to life.
“Fuck!” I grit through clenched teeth, my hands involuntarily shooting out and gripping her hips for purchase.
I can’t remember if she told me to keep them to myself or not, but at this point, I either hang on for dear life or drop to the mattress in a heap.
Thankfully, she allows my touch, pressing the button and taking the vibrations up another level.
I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, once again fighting my release as it threatens to sink its teeth into me and pull me under.
“Eyes on me,” she says, and without even having to consider it, I comply immediately.
She’s so fucking hot with her thick blonde curls and plump red lips, the remote in her hand reminding me that she owns me in this moment.
Why that makes my dick throb even harder is something I don’t want to think about right now, but it definitely isn’t lost on me.
I never thought in a million years that I’d say this, but I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than bending to the will of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Unable to stop my gaze from lowering, I take in her perky tits, covered only by the thin lace that clings to them.
Now that I’m closer, her hard nipples straining against the delicate fabric, I can make out the two small barbells that are pierced through them.
My cock leaks like a faucet inside the condom when I think of how alike we are.
I wonder if she fucks like me. Hard. Rough.
Unrelenting as I take what I need in the most brutal, animalistic way.
Fuck. I need to come.
My balls are drawn up painfully tight, every pulse of the cock ring burning through me like I’m being electrocuted, but still, I manage to hold off.
It’s sheer power of will at this point, the need to fuck her into oblivion winning against my body’s urge to let go.
I don’t know how much longer I can fight it, though—especially when she reaches around her back and frees her breasts from their sexy little prison.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I grind out, my eyes slamming shut, but I’ve somehow already memorized every perfect inch.
The supple swells of flawless skin. The pebbled pink nipples.
The small diamonds that decorate each end of the dainty silver bars.
I’ve never experienced anything more erotic in my life, and I’m nearing the point of no return with the image of her body scorched into my brain.
“Gonna come,” I choke out, my hips thrusting against nothing as I careen toward the summit. I have no choice but to surrender to it despite my desperate desire to feel the deepest part of her.
“No, you aren’t,” she hisses, cutting the vibrations completely.
My entire frame is trembling, every muscle in my body wound taut as my release fades away once again.
I can feel my resolve slipping, my instinct to take control almost impossible to ignore as she stares at me with fire in her eyes.
But I know I can’t do anything without her permission, no matter how unnatural it feels to be at someone else’s mercy.
“Goddamn it,” I growl, my fingers digging into the flesh that covers her hip.
I want to tear her to shreds, flip her onto her stomach, and spank her tight little ass until my handprints are tattooed across it for all eternity.
My cock throbs and leaks between my thighs, standing like a steel spike as it begs for a warm, wet hole to sink into.
And just as I’m about to throw the last of my self-awareness out the window and plead for her to put me out of my misery, she lies back against the pillow and spreads her gorgeous thighs wide.
“Alright, baby boy,” she says, dragging a finger up her slit and using the wetness to rub soft circles on her swollen bundle of nerves. “You may fuck me now.”
I’m on her in an instant, my hands and lips unable to stay in one spot too long because I want her everywhere.
My length presses along her opening, and I pump my hips tentatively, sliding through her wetness.
I’m grateful for the condom in this moment, knowing damn well that if I felt her against my bare skin, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from exploding all over her pretty pink clit.
Lost in the hot friction I’m creating between us, I’m brought back to the here and now when she lands a tight slap against my ass.
I jolt, my spine going rigid because I’ve never been spanked before, but I barely get a second to register what’s happening before the filthy demand is whispered against my ear.
“You have three seconds to get that beautiful cock inside me, or you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
And three…two…one…
Releasing the final tether of my tightly wound restraint, I slam into her in one rough thrust. She sucks in a sharp gasp, and for the first time since I dropped to my knees, I finally feel like I’m the one in charge.
If she’s pissed by my sudden dominance, her body language certainly doesn’t show it, her ankles immediately locking around my waist to keep me close.
But I’m not going anywhere. I’m buried as far as I can get in the tightest, wettest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever experienced.
“This what you wanted, Mistress?” I growl darkly against her ear.
I have no idea if that’s what she prefers to be called, since everybody’s different, but I can’t stop the moniker from rolling off my tongue mockingly.
It’s certainly a risk, but now that we’re here—me splitting her open as she tries to catch her breath—my dominant side has returned. And he’s fucking feral.
“Oh! Oh my God!” she yelps as I pull out to the head and drive back inside, setting a steady but punishing pace.
Her pierced tits bounce with every snap of my hips, spurring me on as I fuck her relentlessly.
The cock ring presses tightly between our bodies, the small silicone nubs massaging her clit every time I grind my pelvis into her.
“Uh-uh,” I tut, a cocky smirk playing at my lips. “Not God. Just your baby boy, giving this hot little cunt the attention it deserves. Beg for more.”
Her eyes roll back as I pick up speed, but she’s too lost in the sensation of my Jacob’s ladder rubbing along her opening to answer.
If I were a trained submissive, there’s no way I’d be making demands right now, but I’m so high on the power of having her under me that I can’t seem to stop myself from continuing.
I wait until her inner walls begin to flutter around me before halting my movements completely. The tip of my cock rests between her swollen lips, and her eyes open wide, panic evident in her expression. She was ready to explode. I could feel it…right before I took it away.
“What the hell? Don’t stop,” she says on a forced exhale, her lower half lifting from the bed as she attempts to take me back in. But I sink my fingertips into the flesh covering her hip, pinning her down to the mattress and preventing her from doing so.
“I told you to beg,” I reply, my chest heaving like I just ran a marathon. “I’ll make you come so hard that you’ll forget your own name, but I need to hear from that pretty mouth how bad you want it.”
“Fuck you,” she spits, thrashing around as she tries to break out of my hold. She’s getting more frustrated by the second, and it’s making me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. “You’re not in charge. I am.”
I quirk a brow, trying to look unbothered when all I want to do is pound into her until she goes off like a bomb.
To feel the squeeze of her desperate pussy against my length while she pulls every last drop of cum from my body.
“Is that so?” I taunt. “Because it looks to me like you’re the one who’s fucked.
Beg for my cock like a good girl, and I’ll give it to you. ”
Her deep blue gaze flares with anger, which doesn’t surprise me in the least because I felt the same way when she told me to kneel.
Now the script has been totally flipped, so I expect her to be a bit combative before she decides whether or not to comply.
What I don’t expect, however, is the devious grin that tugs at her lips just before a current of vibrations starts at the base of my cock and shoots right through my core.
“Fuck!” I hiss, my expression twisting as she holds the remote control up between us.
I throb painfully against the silicone ring wrapped around my shaft, grinding my molars as I do everything in my power not to fuck her into another dimension.
My limbs are shaking violently, my balls drawing up and threatening to empty into the condom whether I want them to or not.
“I don’t beg,” she grits out, using my desperate state to her advantage as she knocks me onto my back, straddles me, and sinks down on my rock-hard erection.
She doesn’t waste a second, bouncing up and down as she chases the orgasm I ripped away from her just moments ago.
She’s a vision, her small hands kneading at her breasts before she pinches the barbells roughly and lets out the most gorgeous moan I’ve ever heard.
Her pussy clenches around me in response, and I know if I don’t act fast, I’m going to blow my load before she has a chance to finish.
“That’s it,” I praise, giving her my submission once again. I’m exhausted, and my muscles burn from being wound so tight, but I refuse to leave this room without watching this perfect woman fall apart all over me. “Grind your clit on it, Mistress. Please make us come.”
She shifts her weight, pressing her sensitive bundle of nerves against the vibrator as she snaps her hips like a wild animal.
Electricity skitters through my body, white light dancing around the edges of my already-blurred vision.
I’m right at the precipice, fighting to keep my eyes open so I don’t miss a second of the show that’s taking place before me.
“I’m gonna come,” she rushes out, the words like music to my ears because I’ve endured about all I can take.
My hands shoot out, gripping her hips and guiding them back and forth one last time, until finally, she surrenders to the euphoria with a loud scream.
I follow immediately, unloading violently as my orgasm tears through me like a freight train.
It goes on forever, thick, hot ropes of cum filling the condom to its absolute limit.
I envision emptying inside her pussy, then strapping her to the spanking bench and punishing her for every drop she allows to escape.
She collapses onto my chest and pats around for the remote, cutting the vibrations as we ride it out.
Aftershocks pass back and forth between us, prolonging the lingering pleasure until it eventually begins to ebb away.
I’ve never felt this level of satisfaction in my life, and I owe it all to the perfect girl who just obliterated everything I thought I knew in the most unexpected way.
“That was amazing,” I whisper, the words barely audible over our heavy breaths and the sound of my heart pounding inside my chest. But I can tell she hears them, her lips curving into a smile against the heated skin of my neck.
I can’t stop myself from holding her close, my softening cock still nestled between her silky pussy lips.
I’d stay here forever if I could, fucking her in the filthiest ways until the staff came looking for us.
I know we can’t because I have business to tend to, but I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t already thinking about seeing her again.
Maybe Cleveland isn’t so bad, after all.