8. Cole
eight
Cole
I knew my stepmother would give into the things she's been craving the most. And the little game she played pretending to think about it had me hysterical on the inside. I knew what she was going to say before she did. I know every fucking thing about her now anyway.
Standing in front of her as she sits on the couch, naked and bound, I don't even bother trying to hide the bulge in my pants from my hard cock. And every so often, when a moment of silence stretches between us, I can see her curious, icy blue eyes darting to look at it. She thinks she recovers quick enough to where I don't catch her, but she's still too fucking slow for my hawk-like eyes.
Without a word, I drop to my knees in front of her, grabbing the blindfold I took off her once already. I hold it up, grinning beneath my mask, my eyes staring into hers with an unreadable look I know she can't decipher.
"Please don't put that back on me," she begs, pouting her lips like I could give a fuck about what she wants.
I may have told her that tonight was about her and her desires and fantasies, but I fucking lied. Tonight is all about me and what the fuck I want, which was always the plan from the start.
"Did you already forget the fucking rules, Noelle? You have no say in what happens or what we do to you, so you might as well stop that shit right now." I roughly grab her throat and yank her toward me, sliding the blindfold back over her eyes, and then I take my mask off so I can finally taste how fucking sinful her cunt is.
I eagerly push her thighs apart, her feet still bound, and lower my head between them. My fingers dig painfully into her flesh as my tongue darts out from between my lips, giving her cunt a long, slow lick from bottom to top.
"Ahh," she moans, her legs already trembling.
I ignore the whimpers coming from her lips and dive tongue first into her slick hole, her wetness coating my tongue in a thick layer.
I slide it out and curl it around her clit, feeling the swollen nub pulse against my taste buds while her body spasms from the foreign sensation. Spreading her lips, I push two fingers into her, twisting them in a corkscrew motion that drives her fucking wild.
Just a taste, that's all I wanted. But I'm finding it hard as fuck to pull my mouth away from her cunt. Thrusting my fingers between her walls, I suck and nip at her clit, feeling a gush of warm fluid coat my fingers as I curl them against her spot.
My cock screams at me, begging to feel her cunt wrapped around it. Finally, I manage to pull my mouth away from her warmth and yank my fingers out in one swift motion, causing another desperate whimper to spew from her mouth.
"Q," she moans breathlessly, a hint of begging in her tone. "Don't stop."
"You don't make the rules, Noelle," I remind her, getting to my feet.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hoist her over my shoulder, her bare ass pointed toward the ceiling. Knowing the guys are in their rooms waiting for their turn with her, I take her to my room, locking the door once we're inside.
I throw her onto the bed, nothing gentle about it, and then hastily drop my pants and shed my shirt, standing naked before her while the blindfold still covers her eyes so she can't see anything—but most importantly, so she can't see who I am.
"Turn around and get on your fucking knees," I bark, pumping my cock a few good times, ready to slide inside of her.
She struggles for a bit, trying to work around her restrained hands and feet. But to my surprise, she manages to get into position, her cheek pressing against the mattress.
I grab her hips and yank her towards the end of the bed where I'm standing, lining her dripping cunt up with my cock, ready to take what I've always fucking wanted.
"You're not allowed to make a fucking sound. Do you understand me?" I talk low in her ear, grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging it so her head jerks backward, my mouth beside her lobe.
"Yes, I won't," she says, and I already know it's a fucking lie even if she has no idea that it is yet.
"Yes, what?" I bite, tugging her lobe between my teeth, wanting to hear her submit to me.
"Yes sir?" She questions, as if she's not sure it's the answer I'm looking for.
"Sir will do, for now," I laugh, gliding my tongue along the shell of her ear before roughly releasing her and shoving her down.
Squeezing her hip with one hand, I push her down slightly, trying to place her at the perfect angle to allow my cock to slide inside her as deep as it'll go. I spit in my palm and slap it all over her pussy, soaking her even more. And then I drive my cock inside her without warning, in a single stroke that makes her entire body tense up beneath me, and a few rouge tears slip from her covered eyes.
With the windows open, a bitter chill blows in, cooling off the fire burning across my skin. Snowflakes come with it, peppering the cabin's floor with white specs that melt upon impact. But what catches my eye are the sharp, glistening icicles stuck to the overhang above the window.
As I'm fisting Noelle's hair and holding her hip, pounding into her tight, forbidden cunt and getting put under the same spell that my father was—the perfect pussy spell—an idea pops into my mind, and my heart races.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" I ask her bluntly, hearing a slight gasp escape her throat, her hands still tightly bound, how I fucking want them.
"That's... private," she whispers, a blush covering the olive color on her cheeks.
All I do is fuck her harder, pulling her hair so tight that I jerk her head backward, her blindfolded eyes pointed toward the ceiling. With my other hand, I dig my fingers into her hip, slamming her ass back on my cock, her pussy juices dripping all over my balls and down the inside of her thighs.
"I think we're past the fucking private shit, especially when I'm balls deep in your cunt... and you have no idea who the fuck I am," I grunt through the whole sentence, her slick walls tightening around my cock, making me tremble. "So fucking tell me, whore, have you ever been fucked in this perfect fucking ass before?"
Letting go of her hip for just a second, I raise my arm and bring my open hand down across her ass, connecting with her soft skin. She winces and hangs her head while slightly arching her back, her entire body stiffening.
"Fucking answer me, Dr. Saint, or I'll spank your ass again—harder next time," I warn, my tone threatening and demanding, and upon hearing it, I watch goosebumps scatter all over her back.
She's enjoying this, but she doesn't want to admit it.
She lifts her head, white-knuckling the blanket beneath her, as if it's some kind of anchor to keep her here... in the moment... with a stranger—to her anyway.
Grinning while still thrusting my hips and plunging my cock deep inside her, hitting deep in her guts each time, I raise my hand a second time, slapping it across her ass in the same exact spot, with absolutely no warning.
"Owww... fuck!" Her body tenses up, her ass cheek already a painful, throbbing shade of bright red.
She yelps, and it's like music to my fucking ears. I can hear the pain in her scream, and it makes me shudder, my thrusts becoming even more brutal than before. I want it to hurt—I want her to hurt... and I want to be the one to fucking hurt her.
"All you have to do is answer the fucking question, Noelle." My eyes again dart to the open cabin window, landing on the icicles hanging from the roof.
"Yes, Q... Goddammit," she whispers at first, then hisses out the last word as her skin begins to rise into welts from my slaps—I hope burning like a motherfucker.
"Yes what? Tell me about it, Little Freak." I lean against her, reaching my hand around the front of her body, gliding my fingers over her lips. I push two fingers into her mouth, roughly forcing my way between her lips, and I ease them all the way to the back of her throat, making her gag around them.
"There's nothing to tell. I was married, and just like every other couple, we... did a lot of different things," she mumbles around my fingers, her spit soaking them.
"So your husband fucked you in the ass. Did you like it?" I lose momentum for a moment, thinking about my father. I zone out, slowly pumping in and out of her as I withdraw my soaked fingers from her mouth, teasingly dragging them down her ass.
"It hurt the first few times, but I had gotten to the point where I could deal with it because yeah, it felt good, and I did like it," she admits, shocking me with how open she was.
I pick up speed, fucking her faster, and rubbing rough circles around her asshole, watching it tighten as her back arches from the sensation. And then, without any kind of warning, I slide two fingers into her tight hole, getting off on the whimper that slips from her throat.
The next few minutes, nothing is said. The only sounds in the room are of our sweaty skin colliding, a slapping sound echoing around us, and of Noelle’s pain-filled moans slowly turning pleasurable. I let go of her hair, giving her neck a break—sort of.
While my fingers fuck her tight ass and my cock tries to squeeze between her clenching pussy walls, I reach around the front of her again, tightly clasping my large hand around her throat, and pulling her to her knees with her back close to my chest. She shakes, all the muscles in her body tensing as I annihilate her, fucking both of her holes with absolutely no fucking mercy.
With her this close to me, my heart races, and my obsession for the woman that I despise grows even stronger. I drag my nose down the side of her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume and our sex coating her skin, unable to get enough of it. And then suddenly I snap out of it and pull my cock and fingers out of her, pushing her onto her stomach.
"Why did-" she begins, her cheek pressed against the blanket.
But I cut her off, delivering another hard slap to the red welts on her ass, watching in satisfaction as she bites the blanket to keep from screaming.
"You can handle my fingers pounding into your ass, but you wince from a couple slaps?" I laugh, walking toward the open window. "And I stopped because I fucking can."
Reaching out into the frosty air, I raise my hand and break the thickest, longest icicle hanging from the roof. And then I walk back over to the bed and take my spot behind her. Forcing her up onto her knees again and yanking her by her hips, I slide my cock back into her pussy, picking up where I left off.
"Don't worry, my little freak, I'm not done with you yet." I smirk, even knowing that she can't see it. "How does it feel, Noelle?"
She moans, turning her head slightly with her eyes still covered. "So good," she drawls, her cunt clenching around me already.
Taking the icicle, I drag the tip down her spine, ripping a gasp from her mouth. She shivers as the ice melts all over her skin, sliding down to her burning ass. How fitting… the ice queen is about to get fucked with an icicle.
"It's not time for you to come yet, so don't you fucking dare." I drag the icicle to her ass, teasing her tight hole and watching it melt against her skin.
And then I drive it into her ass, pushing the icicle as far as it'll go. As I fuck her with it, she holds her breath, shivering from the cold. It melts quickly, soaking her and dripping out of her ass as I hammer into her pussy, feeling my climax about to burst.
"Mhm," she moans, and I can tell she's about to come.
So I pull out of her quickly, flipping her onto her back. Straddling her, I aim my cock for her face, stroking fiercely while she squirms and lies there in anger because I didn't let her come.
"God, you're fucking beautiful, Noelle," I grunt, my cock pulsing against my closed hand. "But I'm about to make you even more beautiful, if you know what I mean."
My cum jets out in thick spurts, splashing on her face, and I don't stop covering her until there's not a drop left. By the time I'm finished painting her in my cum, her face is covered, and it's dripped down her neck and pooled in the divot of her collarbone.
"How's it taste, whore?" I chuckle, grabbing my discarded shirt to wipe my cock off, along with my hands. "Lick my cum off those pretty lips for me."
She does as she's told, and the sight makes me want to fuck her again, but after all of that, I need to take a moment to process it.
"It tastes like cum," she says. "Now can you take the blindfold off or even undo the restraints?" I can hear the attitude in her tone, which pisses me off.
I grab the bottle of chloroform and soak a nearby rag with it, wanting some peace and quiet. And as she goes to open her mouth to complain about something else, I hold the rag over her lips and nose.
It doesn't take long for her to stop thrashing, her body falling limp beneath me. I stand back and admire my work, even more turned on with her blindfolded, bound, unconscious, and covered in my cum. I've finally fucked my stepmother, and it was more exhilarating than I ever thought it would be.
Now that I've had her, there's no way I can fucking stop.