Chapter 45 #2
Her body trembles against my hands, and the sound of her breath shakes through the space between us. The knife handle presses against her, but I don't push her onto it yet.
I wait long enough to feel her legs tighten and her hips shift with equal parts fear and desire. That is the line I need. That is the moment that tells me where her mind truly is.
I spread her again, slower this time. Her thighs open wider. Her spine arches harder. Her chest lifts with a sharp inhale that she tries to control. Every reaction comes from trust, not panic.
My cock throbs in her mouth, and I pull back from her slowly, letting her lips release me so she can breathe. She takes air in one quick rush. Her blindfold stays tight, and her head tilts slightly as she waits for my next move.
“Stay exactly where you are,” I say. My pulse hits hard enough that I feel it in my jaw.
I place one hand on her hip. I place the other on her lower back. I guide her backward inch by inch until the handle aligns perfectly with her entrance. She feels the shift instantly. Her hips jerk. Her toes curl against the concrete. Her throat releases a strained sound she can't hide.
The moment the tip presses against her, she freezes for one breath.
Her body braces and opens at the same time, and the duality of it nearly breaks my control. Her chest rises in one long inhale. Her thighs loosen enough for me to continue.
I push her back slowly.
The handle stretches her inch by inch, and her entire body reacts with raw, uncontrollable tension. Her breath stutters. Her legs shake. Her hips roll forward slightly, then back again, and she lets out a sound that is part shock and part need.
Her head drops forward. Her bound wrists pull at the rope. Her knees spread wider. Her breath pushes out in a slow, uneven stream.
I move her another inch.
Her mouth opens around a silent gasp. Her spine arches so sharply that her shoulder blades press against my chest. Her thighs tremble without rhythm. Her body clenches around the intrusion like she doesn't know whether to retreat or take more.
I guide her hips.
She takes the next inch with a low groan that makes me harder. My cock aches with the kind of pressure that nearly forces my hips forward. I push her farther until the handle fills her completely.
She shakes in my hands.
I lean over her and press one hand between her shoulder blades to keep her steady.
“That’s it baby. You can take it.”
Her hips roll forward slightly, instinctively trying to adjust to the stretch.
I move her forward and back onto the handle once more.
She gasps. Her entire body jolts. Her voice finally breaks through her restraint.
“Seth,” she breathes. Her tone carries need, fear, trust, and surrender all layered in one.
I hold her steady and lean down until my chest presses lightly against her back.
She exhales sharply and pushes back against the handle.
She takes the handle fully, and her entire body shakes against my hands. The sound of her breath vibrates through her chest in fast, uneven waves.
“You like that, don’t you baby?”
She inhales sharply and nods.
I keep one hand on her hip to hold her in place. Her skin feels hot beneath my palm. Her knees press wider, trying to adjust to the pressure and stretch. The blindfold forces every sensation to hit her without warning, and she absorbs all of it because she trusts me to guide her through it.
I grip the back of her head firmly. Her blindfolded face tilts upward. Her breathing breaks on a soft gasp.
“Open.”
She obeys immediately. Her spine arches. Her bound wrists tighten behind her back. Her knees spread wider to balance herself on the handle buried inside her.
I bring my cock to her lips again. Her tongue touches the head, and her breath warms the sensitive skin.
I push forward slowly until her mouth wraps around me again.
She moans the moment I slide in.
The vibration travels through my dick and settles deep in my hips.
Her throat works to take more of me, and each movement of her mouth rocks her body against the handle buried inside her.
The blindfold keeps her locked inside the sensation, and every small shift of her hips sends another tight pulse through her body.
Her breathing grows uneven. Her muscles tighten around the intrusion while her mouth continues working over me.
I hold her head with both hands and control the pace. She follows every movement with a hungry, desperate focus that makes my control strain. Her trust in this position, blind and bound and balanced on a knife handle, feeds directly into the pressure building inside me.
Her mouth tightens around me. Her hips roll again. Her entire body starts working for me without hesitation.
Her mouth moves over my cock in slow pulls while her body trembles around the handle buried inside her. Each tremor runs up her spine and into my hands. Every sound that escapes her pushes heat deeper into my stomach and tightens my grip in her hair.
Her hips rock again, harder this time. Her breath breaks into a sharp gasp around me.
I watch the reaction travel through her body. Her thighs tighten, back arches deeper. Her mouth clenches around me as the pressure inside her builds too fast for her to control.
Her orgasm hits her without warning.
She jolts violently against the handle. A broken cry slips from her throat around my cock while her cunt convulses around the intrusion. The movement forces her hips to grind down harder, and I watch her slick arousal spread along the matte black handle where it disappears between her thighs.
She shakes through the release, her legs struggling to hold her upright while the waves tear through her. Her mouth tightens again around me while her body pulses uncontrollably around the handle.
I groan at the sight.
Her slick coats the metal where it enters her, glistening under the basement lights each time her hips jerk through the aftershocks.
Her mouth continues moving over me while the last of the tremors run through her body.
I pull out of her mouth slowly.
Her breath rushes across my skin while she tries to steady herself. Her lips stay parted, chest lifts and falls quickly while her thighs tremble around the handle still buried inside her.
Her body can't stop shaking. Her feet slide slightly against the concrete floor while she tries to keep her balance. Watching her struggle through the aftershocks sends another surge of heat through my body that forces my jaw to tighten.
I wrap my hand around her hip again.
I lift her slowly off the handle, inch by inch. Her legs shake harder as the handle slides free from her body. Her breathing turns ragged and uneven.
When the handle slips completely free, she nearly collapses forward. I catch her immediately with both arms and hold her against my chest.
Her breath hits my throat in fast, uneven bursts.
“You got me so hard baby.” My voice shakes from the effort it takes to keep control of myself.
I keep one arm around her while my other hand slides down to her ass. My palm lands against her skin in a sharp smack that echoes off the basement walls.
Her body jolts.
A soft cry slips from her throat as the impact ripples through her hips.
I rub the heat back into the spot slowly with my hand, feeling the warmth bloom beneath my palm. Then I spank her again, harder this time.
Her back arches immediately.
The sound of the second smack rings through the room, followed by a broken breath that escapes her lips.
I slide my hand lower.
My fingers move between her legs.
The moment they touch her I feel the slick heat coating her skin. She is soaked, her arousal still spreading slowly down her inner thighs from the orgasm that just tore through her on the handle.
“Fuck,” I breathe under my breath.
I press my fingers against her entrance.
She gasps the second I push inside.
Her body tightens around them immediately, still sensitive and pulsing. I slide my fingers deeper, feeling the way her walls flutter around them while she tries to catch her breath.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
I move my fingers slowly inside her, feeling the heat and slick tension still lingering there. Her hips rock slightly against my hand.
Her blindfolded head tilts back against my shoulder while her breathing comes out in shaky bursts.
I curl my fingers inside her once.
Her entire body reacts instantly. Her legs tremble harder, and a soft sound breaks from her throat as her hips push forward against my hand.
I let out a low breath against her ear.
I pull my fingers out slowly, watching the slick shine stretch between them before it breaks. Then I bring my hand back to her ass and spank her once more.
The impact snaps her hips forward again.
I turn her around and guide her to the workbench. Her chest presses down. Her hips lift easily when I pull them up. Her knees part as if her body has been waiting for this exact position.
I step closer, and my cock slides between her legs, coated in the heat still dripping down her thighs. Her breath hitches. Her hips push back with a small, desperate movement. I push into her slowly.
Her body stretches around me. Her cunt tightens instantly, and the force of that first squeeze almost makes me come right there.
I have fucked her more times than I can count, and it still feels like the first time every time.
That split-second stretch. That impossible pull.
That perfect moment when I bottom out and feel every muscle inside her flutter.
I push deeper. She is tight. Fuck, she is always tight.
No matter how many times I have been inside her, she never gets used to the size of me.
Her body fights to take it, then molds around me.
She grips me like a vice, her cunt milking every inch, squeezing down.
I can feel her still clenching from the last orgasm, nerves twitching around me, drawing me deeper, tighter.
It feels fucking perfect. Every time with her does.