Chapter 44 #2
I feel the pinch of his fingers on my chin and my breath leaves me. His lips brush over mine and I can feel the smirk as he says, "About to be tied up, too."
"Excuse me?" I choke out.
He doesn't respond. He doesn't have to. Instead, he takes my wrists and begins to tie them with a knot before raising my arms above my head and securing my restraints to the bedpost. I test his restraints by pulling on the rope, but the knot only digs into my wrists.
Yeah, there's no fucking way I'm getting out of this.
And while I'm fucking soaked and really fucking turned on by being tied up, and love surrendering myself to him, this isn't going to help me win.
I let out a gasp as his fingers trail from my neck all the way down to my soaked pussy.
He sinks a finger inside me easily and I cry out from how sensitive I am.
"You can't even deny how much you love this.
" I whimper as he adds another finger. He doesn't even move them to create friction.
He just keeps them placed inside me. I go to move my hips but with his free hand he keeps me pinned to the bed.
"You're at my mercy, Grace. About to be my fuck toy. And you love it, don't you?
I bite down on my lip. Hell fucking yes do I. But I'm not going to let him win. He can't think he's in complete control here. The second I allow him that he knows he's won.
His thumb then starts rubbing my clit and I screw my eyes shut hard. "Tell me how much you love being my fuck toy."
"No," I croak out.
He hums thoughtfully. "So you don't like being my fuck toy? The way your pussy is squeezing the fuck out of my fingers I have to disagree."
I love his filthy mouth. I really, really do.
He's pulling everything out of his arsenal and honestly, I don't know how long I can put up a fight.
Slowly, he pumps his fingers in and out of me. And just when I start to feel the build of an orgasm he leaves me hanging.
"Fucking fuck," I mutter under my breath. My response only earns another chuckle.
"That's one denied orgasm. How many more can you withstand, baby?" His voice taunts me.
Before I can formulate a great comeback I hear the district sound of a vibration.
Oh my god.
Oh. My. God.
"Oak," I call out his name tentatively.
"Yes," he answers and I can hear the grin in his voice.
I lick my lips. "What's that you have there."
"Oh, just another one of my things."
I swallow. "And what thing is it?"
Again he doesn't answer me. I don't expect him to. With me at his complete mercy he can do whatever the fuck he wants. And it's such a fucking turn on.
The vibration becomes louder as it comes closer. He pulls my legs wide apart with his hand and I fucking tremble.
I try to take nice and even breaths as I await for what he has planned, but to be honest, I'm not fairing out well. I lose my breath completely when I feel it against the entrance of my pussy.
The vibration of the silicone head has me biting back a cry.
I know all to well what Oak has against my pussy. I'm just too stunned to fucking speak.
He slides the head of it inside me and my hips buck.
Holy fuck.
Being blindfolded and restrained I feel a hundred times more sensitive.
A needy whimper slips pass my lips. Oak slides the vibrator in another inch. "P-" The word threatens to leave my lips but I smash my mouth shut.
"So close to giving in, are we?" If I was close before I'm damn near to it now because he slides the vibrator into me to the hilt, the connector to it hitting my clit.
My back arches off the bed as unintelligible words break free.
"Look at how greedy your cunt is. Taking all this dildo has to give."
He keeps it inside me and my legs tremble from the stimulation.
Through clenched teeth I bite, "I can't see shit with this blindfold."
"Is that frustration I hear?" He snickers. If my hands were free I'd strangle him.
"Oak, I swear to fucking God-"
"What?"
"I'm going to kill you if you don't let me come," I finish my threat but we both know it holds no merit.
He begins to slide the vibrator in and out of me. I can hear the sloppy sounds of my pussy. My face flushes. "You know what you have to do," he tells me. I grit down on my teeth as I feel the tension of another orgasm. My hips move in tandem with the rhythm he's set.
I'm so close this time.
"I'm not saying it," I moan as the attachment hits my clit.
He hums. "Then say goodbye to what could've been orgasm number two." He takes the dildo out of me and I heavily and achingly feels it's absence. Tears of frustration fall from behind the blindfold as I writhe against the bed.
I feel his body slide against mine. The hard planes of his chest causing a friction to my sensitive nipples.
He aligns himself perfectly to where his cock nestles against my wet and aching pussy.
And it's too much and not enough at once.
I gyrate my hips, and his cock slides along my slit.
Because I'm so sensitive I can already feel the familiar build.
I keep my moans as quiet as possible, but Oak knows my body better than I do.
So, just as I'm about to reach that peak he slams my hips down on the bed, denying me an orgasm once again.
Tears of frustration continue their descent down my face.
Whoever called it edging should have called it fucking torture.
Oak's hot breaths fan across my face as he kisses and licks my tears. It shouldn't be a turn on, but it is. It fucking is.
I stay hot and bothered for him even when he whispers mockingly in my ear, "And there went orgasm number three."
"Oak," I whimper his name. My voice doesn't even sound like my own. It's rough, desperate, filled with frustration and need.
"Give in to me, baby," he purrs along my jawline.
I tilt my head back to grant him better access to my neck and he takes it. Trailing wet kisses all across my flaming skin. "No," I breathe.
He smiles against my skin. "My little fighter. You won't back down will you?"
"No."
His lips brush against mine as he says, "That's what I fucking love about you.
" He plunges his tongue inside my mouth and kisses me savagely.
There's a fierce hunger on both of our ends, as well as the fight for dominance.
Our tongues lash at one another's as our teeth clash. It's animalistic. Raw and hungry.
As he breaks our kiss my lips tingle. "I tell you what, baby," he begins hotly, "you admit that you're my pretty little fuck toy and I'll lose the restraints and remove the blindfold."
It's enticing. With my hands free I'll be able to inflict some sweet torture on him. Return the favor.
"But it's now or never," he warns.
I swallow. "I'm your pretty little fuck toy," I repeat huskily.
"Fucking right you are." His presses a hard kiss to my lips. I'm left breathless as he works on freeing me of the blindfold and restraint.
My eyes flutter open as I take in the soft light of the bedroom. He rubs at my lightly reddened wrists, bringing back the circulation, and it feels so good that I let out a moan.
Oak's eyes meet mine and I see the hint of concern. It bleeds in his voice as he asks, "They weren't too tight, were they?"
Any other time I would've teased him, but I know that won’t do any good. I do, however, lightly respond, "I was too busy being sexually tortured to care."
The concern fades away as his lips twitch. "Sexual torture."
I nod my head smiling. "Mmhmm. It seems you're the master of it."
Amusement lights his face. "Am I the master of your body, baby?"
I writhe underneath of him and his cock hits my clit. "You know you are."
He traces my swollen lips and I nip the pad of his thumb before soothing it with a kiss. "You're a siren, Grace. I knew it from the moment I met you. You called to me and I never stood a fucking chance at resisting."
My heart fucking soars.
This man. This beautiful man with the biggest heart and a fighting spirit. This beautiful man who is seen as intimidating is soft for me and the ones he cares for. And he's mine.
"I love you, Oak."
"Grace, I love you." Surprising me he lifts me off the bed and slams my body against the nearest wall.
He hitches my thighs around his waist, spreading me wide, and slowly sinks himself inside me.
I feel every delicious inch of him. And despite the slight discomfort from how huge he is and how sensitive I am, I also feel the pleasure zapping through me.
I dig my heels in his ass, which elicits a wild groan from him. When he seats himself all the way inside me my walls clench around him and my heels dig in deeper.
His fingers bury themselves in my outer thigh.
"Every time I'm inside you it's like it's the first time," he groans.
He pulls halfway out and just as slowly thrusts back in.
It's a slow burn that's driving me mad, but it feels too good to complain.
"It's Heaven, being inside you is my own piece of Heaven. "
He slams his lips down on mine and I kiss him back with as much fervor. As his tongue tangles with my own he fucks me long and hard. Each time he hits that special spot it has me mumbling unintelligible words.
My nails claw against his back, and it only makes him fuck me harder.
And I'm so close, I'm so close to reaching that pinnacle again, but this time I can feel that he's close too. I know he is.
The wild lust crazed look in his eyes, the uneven breaths, the way his cock swells inside me and how he's picked up his brutalizing rhythm.
He's just as close as I am.
This is my only shot.
I tangle my fingers in the ends of his hair and pull hard. His hungry eyes meet mine. With as much seduction I can muster I stare back at him with lust filled eyes, licking my lips in a way that drive him crazy, and say in a seductive tone, "I want you to say it, Oak."
"Say what?"
"If you want to come inside me I want you to beg for it."
A wicked smirk graces his lip. There's a thrill that runs down my spine. "You want me to beg to come inside this pussy that's mine."
My fingernails scrape against his scalp. I say hotly, "Yes. Because you and I both know you love coming inside me."
"And you'll deny me that? You'll deny me claiming what's fucking mine." I swear every ounce of feminism leaves my body when he says shit like that. Because it only makes me hotter for him.
My heels press deeper in his skin. I'm sure there'll be more than just marks. I guarantee I broke skin. "All you have to do is beg, big guy."
"And you call me the master." He grins. "If I'm the master, you're the seductress, baby."
He leans his head to where his lips brush against the outer shell of my ear. His breathy pants have me clenching around his cock. And then he whispers hotly in my ear, "Please, Grace. Please let me come inside this cunt that belongs to me."
Victory has me smiling from ear to ear. Power, unlike any before, has me feeling like I'm on top of the world. "Since you begged so sweetly, you can."
My response earns me a dark chuckle and his cock driving in me so hard that I roll my eyes to the back of my head, savoring the overwhelmingly full feeling.
Every thrust becomes more unhinged. All the control Oak has vanishes. He's fucking me like he's never fucked me before.
Then I finally reach the euphoric bliss. "Oak!" I cry out his name in what feels like an earth shattering scream. It certainly feels as if my body is shattering. I come the hardest I ever have. Every cell in my body lights with euphoria. I have never felt this way before.
Seconds later I feel him come inside me. Hot spurts of his come battering my abused flesh.
He keeps me pinned against the wall as he continues pumping in and out of me through his orgasm, making sure I take all he has to give.
And I take it. I take it all.
His cock softens inside me and I can feel his come leaking out.
My body feels depleted of all its energy. It's a miracle in itself that I still have the strength to have my legs wrapped around him.
Sensing my exhaustion he bounds his arms around me and supports all my weight.
With him still inside me, he walks us over to his bed.
Then, with strength I don't know how he's capable of after what we did, he picks me up from under my arms and raises me in the air.
Slowly, his cock slips out of me and our arousal does, too.
He presses a soft kiss to my clavicle bone before laying me gently down on the bed.
I blink up at him in a daze, completely transfixed by the best orgasm I've ever had in my life.
As he walks down towards the end of the bed I get a view of what my heels have done to his ass. And yeah, I've laid my claim. There's marks there and a little spec of blood from digging the pointy heel in.
Pain and pleasure. Oak's kink.
Sitting by my feet on the bed he places them over his thighs. He takes each heel off carefully and places them down on the floor with a ghost of a smile on his face.
"I never knew you had a thing for heels," I say all breathy.
He begins to massage my feet. I don't even bite back the moan of appreciation. "I have a thing for you, Grace."
"Such a charmer you are." I smile. He smiles back.
And I see it. The lightheartedness in him that wasn't there before. The ease.
Oak's finally living in the moment. And he's living in it with me.
Everything feels so right, so perfect, that I can't even think of the possibility of something going wrong.