Stevie
fourteen
I SIT ON the edge of Hunter’s bed.
My heart is already trying to beat itself out of my chest after our kiss and all the touches in the car and elevator.
It’s insane what he does to me.
If I knew sex could be so good, I might’ve started sleeping around sooner, but something tells me it’s specifically Hunter and my attraction to him that makes the sex unforgettable.
I run my hands over my breasts, excitement building inside me. I’m already wet from when he was touching me, and I can’t wait until he’s touching me again. I can’t wait to see what he has planned for tonight.
I clench my thighs as another gush of wetness drenches my panties.
Trying to distract myself, I get up to explore Hunter’s bedroom.
It’s tastefully decorated in blues and grays but spare.
His huge bed takes up most of the room, and there’s a writing table pushed against the wall with a large leather chair in front of it.
He doesn’t have much art on the walls; just a few framed photos of him playing hockey and golfing with friends.
Even that small glimpse into his world is fascinating.
He’s smiling in the golfing photos, posing with his arm around a friend – probably one of his hockey teammates – and he looks so young and carefree.
I’m admiring the photo when Hunter comes in, two glasses of water in his hands. He places them on the nightstand and walks over to me. He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses me gently on the lips. It makes my knees weak.
“You look so cute in your little golf outfit,” I say, trying to take back some semblance of control. He’s about to have me wrapped around his finger.
He looks over at the photo. “You like my khaki shorts?”
I nod. “You have nice calves.”
Laughing, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against him. “Thanks, princess.” He lowers his head to mine and takes my mouth in a hot kiss, then smacks my ass, and says, “Go get on my bed.”
I shake my head and his eyes narrow in a warning. But I kind of want to push his buttons a little. He shouldn’t have all the control. “What if I don’t?” I tease, raising an eyebrow.
He reaches between my legs and pinches my pussy, making me squeal and jump. “I said, go get on my bed. If you make me say it a third time, you won’t like your punishment.”
I smile, feeling bold, even as my pussy pulses with delicious pain. “No,” I say.
Hunter’s jaw sets as he grabs my hair and pulls. “You really want to test me tonight, princess? I don’t think you’re ready.”
My breath stutters as he grips my hips and presses me into him, making sure I feel his massive erection.
When we were together the other night, my favorite parts were when he was hurting me a little bit.
I didn’t admit it to him, but the pain only enhanced the pleasure.
I never thought I’d be into that, and now I can’t stop craving it.
“I’m ready,” I whisper, grinding against him. His eyes flash.
“Go get on the fucking bed,” he says, voice taut.
This time, I do as he says, kicking off my shoes and climbing onto the middle of his bed.
The ropes he used to tie me up last time are still attached to the headboard.
My heart pounds as Hunter stalks toward me, one hand rubbing his erection over his pants.
I wonder if he’ll put it in my mouth tonight.
I want to taste him. The thought is jarring; I feel kind of slutty, but I love it.
I lick my lips, and Hunter follows the movement, gripping his erection tight then letting go. He hikes his leg up onto the bed and grabs my wrist, slipping it through the opening in the rope and tightening it. He does the same with my other wrist.
He looks so intense, my mouth goes dry.
Maybe I’m not ready.
“I forgot to congratulate you on your win tonight,” I tell him as he hovers over me.
He smiles and it’s deliciously wicked. “You a hockey fan now?”
I squirm as he looks me up and down. His jersey has ridden up my thighs and almost reveals my underwear to him. “I mean, I still don’t really understand everything, but Becca explains it to me.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “It’s fun to watch.”
“Hmm.” He runs his big hands along my sides, hiking the jersey up to reveal my panties and belly, and I shiver. Leaning down, he kisses my stomach. Slowly, reverently. I suck in a breath.
“It’s fun to watch you score,” I say, trying to keep my breathing under control.
“Even though I can’t really see the puck from up there.
But I know you scored because everybody starts cheering and the light goes on.
” I’m babbling now, because he’s darting his tongue in and out, licking and kissing my abdomen, and making it impossible to think.
“Mhmm.” He kisses up my belly toward my breasts, lifting the jersey up as he goes. I tug on my bindings. He lifts the jersey up over my chest, exposing me.
“It’s so crazy how you can skate so fast,” I say, watching him kiss the underside of my breasts. He cradles them in his hands, thumbs hovering over my nipples but not touching them. It makes me insane. My nipples are hard and aching for him.
“Maybe –” He presses down on my nipples and I gasp, losing my train of thought.
“Maybe what?” He rubs lazy circles around them.
“Maybe, um, you can teach me to skate one day.” He flicks my nipples and I spread my legs involuntarily. Hunter grins.
“You don’t know how to skate?” he asks, looking amused.
I shake my head. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, releasing it with a pop. “I’d like to fuck you on the ice,” he says. “In the locker room. In the showers.”
“Okay,” I say, my voice shaky.
“Mmm, good girl.” He takes my other nipple into his mouth, alternately sucking and kissing it until I’m writhing and gasping, unable to hide how much I want him.
He places his hand flat on the front of my panties. “Are you wet for me, baby?” He rubs a finger slowly against the panel of fabric and smiles. “Yup. Soaked through.”
My breathing is ragged. I think I’ll come the second he slips his finger inside; I’m so turned on. But he doesn’t. He raises his hand and grips my breast again.
“Hunter.” I take a deep breath. I feel out of control, but I don’t want to show it.
“What?” He gazes up at me as his tongue circles my nipple.
“Touch me.” Despite my best efforts, I sound desperate and needy.
Hunter blows on my nipple and I jerk.
“Say that again,” he commands.
“I want you to touch me.” I spread my legs further. “Please.”
“Touch you where, princess?”
I struggle against the ropes tying me to the bed, frustrated and insanely aroused. “You know where.”
“Tell me.”
“Down there.”
“Where?” He moves his hand to my knee. “Here?”
I groan. “No.”
He puts his hand on my thigh. “Here?”
“No.”
He chuckles, clearly enjoying himself. “Be specific.”
“My pussy,” I say through clenched teeth. “Touch me there.”
“Beg me.”
“Please. I’m dying.”
He hooks his fingers into my underwear and peels it off me, slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. Then he’s on his knees in front of me, spreading my legs and staring at my pussy with the hungriest eyes I’ve ever seen.
I force myself not to squirm.
“Damn, baby, you’re dripping wet for me.”
“You’re still not touching me,” I complain, and he laughs.
Then he gets off the bed, and I want to scream. “Where are you going?”
He reaches into the drawer next to the bed and pulls something out. “What is that?” I ask him.
“Nipple clamps,” he says, holding it up. He presses down on the clamps so they open and close. They’re linked together by a thin rose gold chain. “They’re adjustable.”
“Wh-what?”
“So innocent,” he says and takes one of the clamps and places it on my nipple.
I scream and gasp as the pain slices through me.
Hunter leans over me and sucks the tip of my nipple, fiddling with something on the side of the clamp.
Most of the pain subsides but there’s still a sharp pinching sensation.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Hunter says.
He takes my other breast in his hand and places the second clamp on it.
This time I know what to expect, and bite down on my lip as he adjusts the squeeze.
It hurts and feels good at the same time.
I look up at Hunter and he brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “That’s a good girl.”
I lie there, writhing and gasping, hands bound and legs spread, and I feel nothing but want.
Hunter looks down at me for a few seconds, then finally takes off his shirt and pants.
His cock is hard and glistening at the tip.
I realize then that I will let him do anything to me, anything he wants.
His body is a thing of beauty, like it’s been sculpted out of marble.
He looks strong and incredibly masculine with dark hair lightly dusting his chest and forming a line down towards his cock.
I lick my lips as he climbs onto the bed, his muscular arms coming down on either side of my body. I’m completely at his mercy, and I love it.
“I want you,” I whisper, not caring if I sound pathetic.
Not feeling anything but desire. Hunter kisses me slowly, lowering himself onto me.
His cock brushes against my pussy and I cry out.
Bracing himself on one arm, he lowers his other hand and finally touches me down there.
I close my eyes and moan. It feels so good I feel like I could float off the bed.
The pain from the nipple clamps mingles with the pleasure of his fingers rubbing my clit, and I don’t think anything could be better than this…
until he nudges my opening with the tip of his cock and slowly enters me. The pleasure is breathtaking.
“Fuck, baby,” he says. I open my eyes and look at him. His neck muscles are tight, jaw clenched. “Where have you been all my life?”
I spread my legs as far as I can as he pushes deeper inside me, inch by glorious inch, burying himself in my pussy, stretching me to fit him.
When he’s all the way inside, he stops, and we just stare at each other for a long moment.
“You were made for me,” he says, and starts moving, slowly pumping in and out of me.
His size takes a lot of getting used to. There’s more pain than pleasure at the moment, but it starts to balance out the longer he thrusts inside me. He tugs on the nipple chain and the pain intensifies, making me cry out.
“You like the pain, don’t you?” he asks, his gaze boring into mine. “You like my cock stretching you out and hurting you, don’t you?”
I can’t do anything but nod. If I deny it, he’ll know I’m lying. “It hurts so good,” I admit.
He grabs me by the back of the head and slams his mouth into mine, the kiss hungry and frantic and everything I’ve ever wanted. I wrap my legs around him and move my hips in sync with his thrusts.
“Fuck, baby,” he says through gritted teeth. “You’re mine, you know that? No other man is ever going to touch you. My cock is the only one allowed inside your pretty cunt. Understand?”
I nod, wrapping my legs tighter around him. He thrusts deeper and faster and harder into me, setting the perfect rhythm, and the pleasure is almost unbearable.
“Hunter,” I gasp. “I’m going to come.”
His moves his hand between my legs and touches my clit, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb, pressing down on it hard. A second later, I gasp and buck against his touch as the orgasm hits me like a freight train. My moans are loud and long and shameless.
Hunter thrusts into me a few more times, then groans as he spills into me, his head thrown back, mouth hanging open. “Fuck.”
He tugs on the nipple chain and very slowly pulls the clamps off my nipples, and the sensation is the perfect mix of pain and pleasure with his cock still buried deep inside me, pulsing and filling me with his cum.
“Oh my god,” I moan.
He licks and sucks on my nipples, soothing away the last of the pain.
“Untie me,” I beg. “Please.”
He pulls on the ropes and frees my arms. I immediately wrap them around him and press him to me. “Don’t pull out,” I tell him, desperate to keep him inside me as long as possible.
He nuzzles my neck, breathing hard. “I won’t.”
I don’t know how long we lie there like that, but eventually I fall asleep.