11
ROBERT
Goldie moans and leans into me, fighting back involuntary sobs. Between the few shaking breaths she’s managed, she gives a half-moaned, strained whisper.
“More.”
“Oh, Goldie.” My voice sounds almost wistful, so taken with her defiant submission, but then I’m back and even more dominant. “I shouldn’t let you get away with being so bold. Maybe I need to show you who makes the decisions.”
She shakes her head—more defiant—and my large hands grip her waist once again, lifting her from my lap. I place her so she’s kneeling on the bed, and I reach for the pulley system above her. I’m going to bind her by the wrists, standing on the bed. She trembles with anticipation as soon as she feels me binding her hands together, a slow cranking sound accompanying her ascent.
When I’ve finished, she’s standing comfortably on the bed but can’t move far without finding herself swinging by the wrists.
“That’s better, Goldie. Look at your beautiful body. It almost seems wrong to mark it.” I laugh in a way that sounds unsettling even to my ears and she whimpers, squeezing her legs together. Like this, her submission is perfect, and it draws out the beast in me, the sweet cruelty that crouches behind my everyday fa?ade.
A quick swish through the air makes her gasp out in anticipation of the pain, but nothing comes. It’s a decidedly different swish from the one the riding crop made—much sharper, higher pitched. The slender wooden cane is light and long in my hands. It’ll hardly take anything to mark her skin beautifully with it. The tension is almost as sweet as the stinging stripes I'm about to deliver.
I walk around to her front and release the clamps from her sweet nipples with delicate care. They’re red and as hard as diamonds, and I can’t resist leaning in to take one of them into my mouth. I suck eagerly, using just the tip of my finger to touch her clit. It’s peeking out, straining for contact, red, and engorged from the spanking. She moans, pushing her hips forward, but I withdraw my finger and mouth. She has no self-control left in her. I’ve wiped her clean.
I wrap one arm around her firmly, keeping her in place as I kiss and suck both her breasts, moving between them frequently, unable to decide which pleases me more. The cane moves slowly over her back and ass, and I give a few tentative taps now and then, teasing the pain that I could wield at any moment but too focused on her pleasure. I’m completely enraptured by the hard, whimpering moans I draw from her as I stimulate her nipples .
I pull away with some reluctance and take a long breath, my voice shaking as I speak. “You’re marked enough for today, beautiful.”
She nods quickly, but I can’t be sure if it’s because she’s had enough punishment or if she’s just desperate for the release that she’s obviously craving. The cane clatters to the floor, and the bed shifts as I get into place. My powerful hands grab her shapely legs, lifting them and placing them on my shoulders as I lean forward to kiss and lap at her pussy.
She’s so swollen, and she bucks against my mouth even as I keep the contact soft and teasing. She’s so wet that it coats my chin, and my lapping tongue makes slick noises against her flesh. Her pussy flutters, and her thighs clench. She’s so close. I push against the plug in her ass and lap a little harder, and she comes, her body straining against the rope that’s around her wrists. She groans long and loud, her head lolling, but I carry on licking and licking, sensing that it’ll get more intense than she can cope with, but it’s her punishment.
Eventually, I pull back. “You came without my permission,” I murmur, pressing my mouth against her warm, soft stomach. “Next time, you need to do better.”
Next time.
Does she feel like I do, completely elated to have found someone to give her everything she needs?
I want more, despite what I said earlier, that this would be a one-off.
It can’t be—not when Hunter and Evan want their turns, not when we all want so much more. My hands slide up her sides and arms as I rise to unhook her wrists and remove the blindfold. She blinks, clearing her vision, staring at me with wide eyes that make my heart clench. She’s beautiful and perfect—everything about her.
My face is tight with my intensity of feeling. My lips are still wet from her pleasure, and I can’t stop staring, wanting to pull her into my arms and kiss her softly.
This experience is exactly what we both needed, but I want more. I want it all.
But that’s not what she’s here for. She’s not ready to know everything. She’s here for my dominance and her submission. I stroke her hair gently while I regroup. Then I steel my features. “That’s it, Goldie. Lie on your stomach.”
Kneeling with bound hands is tricky, especially on a soft surface, so I help her lower herself until she’s on her stomach, her arms stretched above her head and her face turned to the side on the comforter. I stroke over her back and ass so gently, it tickles, and she writhes. Her flawless skin is marked by my hand, but it’s nothing like the mark I crave to press into her flesh. That mark wouldn’t fade with days away from me. That mark would be forever.
She watches as I slip off the side of the bed and remove my clothes until I’m naked before her. Her eyes scan over me, widening with appreciation at my muscled torso and legs, lingering longest on my cock that I’ve gripped in my hot palm. She licks her lips as I let it go, and it taps my navel. Reaching into the nightstand drawer, I pull out a condom and cover myself efficiently. Each action brings us closer to the moment when I’m going to fill her, and I’m panting for it. Her lips part, and I like to imagine she’s close to begging me to hurry.
Rounding the end of the bed, I spread her legs, careful not to hurt her injured ankles, and I kneel between them, lowering myself until my body is pressed against hers. I’m heavy and strong, enveloping her in a way that should make her feel powerless but totally protected. I hold my cock at the root and probe through her labia, rubbing her slick, swollen clit and then nudging her entrance until I’m pressed inside just an inch. “You’re so wet,” I say, closing my eyes to search for some control. “So fucking ready for me.”
I’m so big, and she’s so tiny. The first thrust will be painful, but she’s wet enough that, as I slip in further, it’s nothing but amazing. The tight clasp of her around me makes me groan long and low, and she does, too. I laugh with pleasure. “Dirty girl,” I whisper. “Dirty girl hungry for my cock.” I thrust again, once, twice, until I hit her cervix, nudging the plug in her ass. I hope she feels good and full, the double penetration working to give her new sensations.
“You feel good,” I tell her, grasping her arms with both hands, holding her down tightly as I pound into her from behind. My breath gusts hot against her neck, as her soft light pants turn me on even more. She tries to wriggle, to thrust back on my cock, but I hold her tighter, wanting her total surrender. She goes limp in my arms, letting me feel her submission, handing her pleasure over to me totally. My thrusts become more frantic, harder, and faster, knocking air from her lungs with each pump. “Oh…fuck…yeah,” I growl against her ear. “Let me feel you, Goldie. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
She moans, and I give her more to push her over the edge again. I let go of one arm and slip my finger into the hot cavern of her mouth. “Suck it,” I say harshly. “Show me what you’ll do to my cock next time. ”
I close my eyes, pumping my fingers into her mouth to the knuckle, feeling her pussy clamping down hard around my cock. “That’s it, that’s it,” I say, fucking into her so hard we shift up the bed. I’m lost, delirious with Goldie beneath me. My body seizes, the grip I have on her wrists becoming vicious as I release. My head thunders as bright white lightning flashes behind my eyelids.
I can’t stop moving, thrusting into her pussy, rubbing against the plug over and over. Our skin is slick with sweat, and our chests rise and fall in synchronized gasps.
Does she feel good? Is this what she wanted? To feel used and abused, sore from her nipples to the skin on her thighs and buttocks to her well fucked pussy? Is what I gave her enough? I pull out slowly and remove the condom, tying it off and dropping it onto the floor beside the bed. Then I turn her and loosen her wrists, kissing each one gently as I release her from her binding. I settle next to her, stroking her breasts and hips tenderly, fascinated by the patches of redness I find on her body. She turns to me and beams a radiant smile.
“Was that enough for you?” I ask quietly, looking into her eyes for confirmation.
She nods. “It was perfect.” She bites her lip and hums, unsure of how to express herself, maybe. “I never thought I’d share something like this. I never thought I’d feel what I need to feel outside of my fantasies.”
My heart soars with satisfaction. We might be strangers, but we’re perfect for each other, at least in this way. Hunter believes in the old tales of fate and destiny, but I’ve always had my doubts.
Not now. Not about this, anyway.
I feel raw and elated, buzzing with electricity I’ve never felt before—all at the hands of a female locksmith called Goldie.
She reaches out to touch my chest. “Who are you, Robert Bjorn?”
I wish I could tell her, but she’s not ready to hear it. And my brothers will be back soon. I won’t be able to cover the fact she was here; they’ll scent her from the doorstep, maybe even from outside, but at least she won’t have to face them while Hunter rages and Evan disapproves of my actions.
I wish I could keep her in my bed for days, but that can't happen. At least, not yet. Not tonight.