Chapter 16
Sixteen
Eric sat in a chair, drinking coffee, and watching Laci sleep. The sun had just risen and shafts of pink and gold crisscrossed the room, gilding her ivory skin. She was on her belly, her pert upturned ass smattered with bruises, her wrists in cuffs.
She came awake slowly. “Eric?” she murmured.
“I’m here,” he said.
She tried to move, but there was no slack in the chains, her arms spread in a V.
“Did you restrain me?” she asked, lifting her head to look at the cuffs like she’d never seen a pair before.
“No, must’ve been kinky elves.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing. Yeah, Lace, I chained you down.”
“Why?” she asked with wide eyes.
His cock loved that innocent look. But to be fair, it loved every one of her looks.
“So you couldn’t get away.”
She gave him a small smile through strands of dark hair. “I was sleeping.”
“I know, but that last time I made love to you, you told me several times how sore you were.”
“Sure, but I wouldn’t have left.” She tested the chains again. “Hey, Eric, can you uncuff me?”
He knew she probably had to pee. He contemplated making her hold it while he did things to her, to see how she managed the discomfort, but he didn’t want to risk her getting a bladder infection.
He set the coffee cup aside and released her.
“Come straight back from the bathroom. Putting on clothes will result in punishment.”
“It’s cold.”
“It won’t be for long.”
“I don’t know what you have in mind, but the kitty is too swollen and sore to take on that tree trunk that tries to pass itself off as your erection.”
“I appreciate the compliment, but tree trunk? Come on,” he said with a smile. “I just need to break you in. A few hundred more times this month should do it.”
She flipped him off. He laughed.
He drank his coffee, unable to stop smiling. He’d wanted this girl for so long it was hard to believe she’d spent the night in his bed with his hard cock pounding into her for the better part of three hours.
He heard the flush and then the faucet run and stop, but she didn’t reappear. He glanced at the door, contemplating. No, she wasn’t going anywhere. She was naked. Also, the window was block glass. She couldn’t leave the house that way.
“Oh my God! Look what you did,” she exclaimed.
“What?”
“I have so many bruises!”
“Come show me,” he said mildly.
She pulled the door open and gave him a stern look. “Eric,” she said, shaking her head.
“You liked it last night. I think the words you used were ‘please spank me first.’”
“I didn’t mean for you to spank me that hard. Also, I have fingerprint bruises on my hips and thighs. You have a vise grip.”
“That makes two of us.”
It took her a moment to get it, then she said, “Oh my God. You are so much cruder than I thought. You seem so straight-laced.”
He smiled. “The girl draped over the couch with the blindfold, bound wrists and ball gag didn’t do anything to dispel that impression, huh?”
“Oh, she made an impression all right,” she said sourly.
He rolled his eyes. “I’d never have looked at her twice if you’d let me have you sooner.”
“Was she good in bed?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Because you only had sex with her on the couch?”
“Because I didn’t have sex with her.”
Laci paused. “She must have been disappointed.”
“She was,” he said, studying her. His last answer seemed to satisfy her. He wasn’t sorry that Laci was jealous. He wanted them to be in an exclusive relationship. Her jealousy meant that’s what she wanted too.
“I can’t see the bruises on your thighs from here,” he said, crooking a finger.
“I would like some coffee. Also, I don’t want to get too close. I don’t trust you.”
He stood. “I’ll get you some coffee in a minute,” he said, hooking an arm around her waist and lifting her onto the bed with him as he climbed onto it. “You know what kitties love?” he asked before he kissed her.
“What?” she murmured.
“Tongue baths. Spread you legs for me, Lace. I want cream for breakfast.”
“Oh my God,” she said when he slid down and sucked on her clit, then licked between her lower lips.
He’d used her hard the night before, so when he used his teeth at all she cried out in alarm and tried to escape. He blew on her and stopped torturing her, though it was fun to see her writhe and hear her shriek.
When she was excited and juicy under his mouth, he flipped her over and cuffed her wrists again. Her hips moved up and down impatiently.
“Wait, why did you stop? I was so close,” she murmured, still catching her breath.
“I’ll get you there,” he said, putting a couple pillows under her belly.
“Eric, what are you doing?”
He flipped on a small silicone-capped vibrator and slid it under her. When she started to purr, he smiled. He rolled a condom over his erection, coated it with lube and then dripped some into the cleft between her bruised globes.
“What?”
He pulled her cheeks open, which made her moan, then swirled the lube around the ring and pushed a couple of fingers in.
“Eric! Oh, please.”
He left them inside, slowing pushing deeper when she relaxed enough for him to advance.
The vibrator had her thrumming. Her hips could not be still. He worked her ring. She came, clenching around his fingers. He pulled them out and popped the crown of his cock in before the ring had a chance to fully contract down.
It took several seconds for her to decipher the change in sensation.
She cried out. “Eric!”
“Easy, Lace. I’m in.”
She was incredibly tight, made tighter because she was clenching and resisting.
“Please stop! It’s too much. Take the vibrator away!”
He reached under her and pulled the vibrator out, but he didn’t withdraw from her ass.
“Laci, relax your muscles. All of them.”
“Eric, I can’t. Please, you’re too big.”
“Concentrate,” he said, looking down at her.
“Yes, there. Just like that. Good girl.” He drizzled more lube on the ring where it was stretched around him.
God it turned him on to see her ring punctured by his cock.
But he was pretty big to be taking her this way.
Had he gotten her ready enough? He could stretch her more first with a plug.
He started to pull back, but she tensed.
“Don’t move! Eric, please.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“No, stay still,” she said, and he felt her relax the ring again.
“Please go slow,” she whispered.
“I swear,” he said. “You want the vibrator back?”
“No. I don’t know. Maybe.”
“You do,” he said, working it under her, finding the right spot.
“Eric, please be careful.”
“If it doesn’t feel good, tell me to stop and I will.”
She pressed her hips backward, taking another few centimeters of him.
“Mmm,” she purred.
He loved the sound of that. “More?”
“Mmm hmm. A little.”
He added more lube and slid deeper.
She sucked in a breath. “So intense. Almost too much.”
It took several more moments of gentle movements and the buzzing vibrator for her to start to raise her hips. He gradually increased the pace of his thrusts, his balls aching.
“More. Please,” she rasped.
He took her then, not roughly, but long and deep, until she came with him seated deep. He moved his hips back and forth in sharp pulses as he came with her orgasm milking him.
He pulled the vibrator out and discarded the condom, then unshackled her.
He covered her with a blanket and kissed the side of her face.
“My gorgeous brave girl,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “I wanted you so much and for so long. Thank you for letting me have you.”
He rose and started toward the kitchen, but stopped when he heard her sniffle. He looked over his shoulder and saw that she’d turned her head away. He waited, then saw her back shake.
Crying.
He returned to the bed, crawled under the covers, and pulled her to him.
“Don’t cry. I’ll never take you that way again.”
“Yes, you will,” she murmured, sounding forlorn.
Eric didn’t get it. Colin had said she liked anal sex and just now she’d seemed totally into it, but something had her traumatized.
“No, Lace, I won’t. Not if you don’t want me to.”
“But I will want it. I’ll want everything you do.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m upset because I don’t want to go home unless you come with me. I tried, but I can’t stay away from you. I can’t hold anything back from you either anymore. And I like things with you more than I ever did back then,” she said, then started to cry harder.
He held her tight. “It doesn’t mean you didn’t love him, Lace. You loved him so fiercely and let him have you so completely…everyone envied him. You know what he called you? A dream come true.”
“He gave me everything,” she said, between crying breaths.
“He even gave me you, I think.” Her voice broke.
“I wanted to at least love him more, but I’m scared that, in the end, I won’t.
” She rubbed at her eyes, trying to get a hold of her emotions.
“I tried so hard not to fall in love with you,” she whispered. “I just couldn’t stop myself.”
“I know exactly how that feels.”