Chapter 27
twenty-seven
. . .
Gavin
Jordana lay in front of me, her fairy-tale dress spread around her like a cloud. Anticipation filled her shining eyes.
Her gaze fixed on the gag dangling from my fingers: a hot pink silicone ball attached to two black straps. Her cheeks flushed red, her eyes darting from the gag to me.
“This is for your voice, baby.” I rubbed my thumb over her lower lip. “I’m going to take good care of it. Do you want this tonight?”
As much as I’d hoped to incorporate the gag into the shoot, the timing hadn’t been right. I hadn’t wanted to silence Jordana’s voice so completely, not when she was learning how good it felt to use it.
But now? It felt right.
She nodded gingerly.
“That’s my girl. Open your mouth.”
Face paint swirled over her cheeks — flowers and vines. Stroking her curls behind her ears, I centered the ball in her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head.
“Feel okay?”
She nodded, and I guided her to lie back.
She looked so beautifully dirty, dressed like a ramshackle fairy with my gag in her mouth.
I flung up the top layer of her dress, then the rest, so the gauze was bunched around her. She squirmed as I untied the bikini top underneath. My fingers were rushing. I could barely hold it together.
Her breasts glowed in the lamplight. I captured her nipple between my lips, sucking the sensitive bud until she let out a muffled cry. My cock swelled, dripping onto the sheets.
It was different, being only with her. No camera. No shoot. Just us.
I’d always felt safest with a camera in my hands. A lens to look through. A catwalk to stand on, high above the action. But I didn’t want safe anymore. That kind of safety was an illusion.
I wanted reality. I wanted Jordana.
Mindless with lust, I yanked her sparkly swimsuit bottoms down her thighs and threw them off the bed. She bucked her hips, daring to grab my hand and pull it toward her sweet pink pussy.
I grasped her wrist, pinning it to the mattress. “You’re moving entirely too much, little one. Let’s fix that.”
She let out a shuddering sound through the gag when I held up the rope I’d left by the bed.
“Does this still frighten you?” I stroked her cheek.
She held up her thumb and forefinger an inch apart. A little.
“Do you want me to restrain you?”
She nodded quickly, nervously, eagerly.
“Good, princess. This way, I can really take care of you.”
Trussing her wrists, I bound them to the loops on the headboard. I didn’t speak. Didn’t bother with dirty talk or fancy knots.
I placed a small buzzer in one of her palms. “If you want me to stop, squeeze that. I’ll take out your gag so you can talk.”
Eyes wide, she nodded.
I ran my palms down her sides in figure eights, relishing the softness of her skin. “Relax…”
She moaned through the gag. I had to remind myself that this was new for her. I needed to slow the fuck down and read her every signal. Even though I was raring to go like a racehorse who’d been confined to the stables and was finally allowed to run free.
“You’re tense, baby.” I rubbed circles over her stomach. “Let’s take a minute.”
Jordana nodded again, though she was grinding her hips against my mattress. Her eyes were so pleading, they almost dissolved my self-control.
“Gorgeous,” I murmured. “Breathe through your nose, princess. I’m going to play with you, and I want you to keep your breathing steady.”
Her lashes fluttered, but she obeyed, her breasts rising and falling, wrestling her quick breaths under control.
Cupping those tempting breasts, I pinched her nipples until she whimpered through the gag, tossing her head from side to side. I kissed down to her lower belly, nipping the soft, vulnerable skin.
A louder moan came in response.
Grasping her knees, I spread her thighs to stare into her cunt. Rosy, slick, calling to me. Her scent beat at me: tangy, musky nectar. Her wordless pleas rose.
She jerked when I kissed her thigh.
“Such a precious pussy.” I was about to lose my mind. “And so well-behaved, getting nice and wet for me. I can fuck this little pussy with whatever it needs, yeah? You’re ready for me to put anything I want inside you to make you come. Aren’t you?”
Jordana mewled through the gag, her gorgeous eyes widening. Her muscles tensed, her soft curves rising from the bed. She was picturing the sheath I’d used for her punishment, no doubt, or some other toy that would push her limits.
I waited, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her spread thighs.
Finally, she nodded. The mix of fear and arousal in her eyes gave way to adoration. Worship. I could pinpoint the exact moment she yielded. Her face — so alive, full of complex emotions — glazed over in blissful submission.
I’m yours. Her naked perfection, her bound wrists, her full lips stretched around the gag, her exposed core — her silent surrender said it more loudly than the most eloquent words.
“That’s a good girl.” I spread her pinkness open further. “It’s going to be nice for you, don’t worry. Does this little pussy want a treat?”
Red stained her cheeks, but she nodded again.
Pressing my face into her cunt, I pushed my tongue inside her.
She went rigid, twitching beneath me. I drank her down, licking from her tight opening to her swollen clit, again and again. I made it clear how much I wanted to eat her up.
Jordana shook uncontrollably, snarling into her gag. I tongued her hard, lapping up her sweetness. Her feet drummed the bed, her hips pulling back, then bucking into my face.
I glanced up to check on her breathing, then kept fucking her with my tongue, through all her disbelief that I was enjoying this, until the tension left her body and her moans rose with pleasure.
“My princess needs to come, doesn’t she?” I coaxed.
She growled, shoving her hips at me ferociously. My lips closed on her clit and sucked.
Her thighs tightened around my head with a sudden hard clasp. Unabashed, savage. Her shame fell away in tatters, like a forgotten costume.
I worked my fingers into her cunt, helping her over the edge.
She let out a cry that would have woken her friend, asleep on my couch, if she hadn’t been gagged. Her pussy clutched my fingers in a cascade of ripples.
I kept going.
She moaned as I feasted on her soaked pussy, her noises becoming more agonized. Another orgasm came on the heels of the first. And another.
I ate her without mercy, her climaxes coming faster, riding on each other. Her muffled shrieks became cracked and pitiful, the mewling of a kitten.
I was so fucking aroused, I was in danger of coming on my sheets. My princess was breaking open for me.
When she went limp, her whimpers hoarse, I pulled away. Her eyes were huge, glazed. She’d baptized my bed with a smear of juices, and her essence coated my face.
I grasped my cock. “What a good girl you are, coming so hard for me. You want this, don’t you?”
She nodded frantically, biting the gag.
I tapped the pink ball. “Do you need me to take this out?”
A quick shake of her head. My cock jerked, but I’d have to keep an eye on her. Jordana had a propensity to push her own limits.
I climbed over her, the colorful gauze spread around her. “My beautiful princess, so hungry to be filled.”
Tracing the fading, painted vine on her cheek, I rubbed my head all over her slickness. Finally, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I pushed inside her. She let out a muffled gasp.
Heaven.
Magic.
Perfection.
Yet so fucking real.
I tried to pace myself, my hands in her hair, my eyes trained on hers. I wanted her to remember every thrust. Our first time without the camera.
Jordana was making all kinds of noise through the gag, writhing against me, her wrists tugging at their bonds. Her helpless desire aroused me beyond belief. I loved seeing her completely present and utterly wanton.
My stray kitten, my shameless slut, my chaotic princess.
I thrust deeper, wanting to drive out all her demons. Her legs tightened around my waist as her pussy fluttered on my cock.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Jordana. It’s what you need.”
Her whimper made it clear she agreed.
With a groan, I plunged into her. Unrestrained. Unleashed. She let out quick, gasping snuffles as I fucked her like a beast.
Bound and gagged, she held so much power, a glowing source of light that drove me harder than I’d ever gone.
Before Jordana — even earlier this week with her, when I had the detachment of a camera in my hands — I would have looked down at her and seen exactly how I wanted a woman in my bed. A sobbing mess, overcome by pleasure. Pleasure I’d given her, that I was responsible for.
Now, the looking was fused with all my other senses. With her. This was Jordana, and we were fucking each other, and it didn’t matter who was responsible. This was happening and it was us and we were here.
I needed to be inside her and all over her.
“Sweetheart,” I rasped. “I want to come on you.”
She smiled. Her eyes showed it, even if her lips couldn’t move, and her head bobbed quickly. But I could see the strain of her mouth stretched around the ball. She’d already taken so much.
Quickly, I unbuckled the gag and eased it out. Her mouth worked, stretching the muscles, but she remained obediently quiet, and pride surged through me. I rubbed her jaw, then, pulling out of the heaven between her thighs, I straddled her chest.
My hand blurred on my cock.
The first streak of cum lashed her cheek. Her eyes glittered up at me as more hot spurts soaked her beautiful face and hair, her open lips, her vulnerable pink tongue. I groaned with the pleasure of release, of seeing her like this. Arching back, I finished on her perfect tits.
Her chest rose and fell, her nipples coated with my cum.
“You can talk now.” I leaned over her, my own voice hoarse.
Jordana nodded with a faint smile.
I untied her wrists. Massaged them. Bundled her up in a blanket. She curled up against me, her eyes closed, her hands fisted against my chest, heedless of my cum drying on her skin.
I thought she was drifting off, but her lashes fluttered, and her gaze suddenly hit mine.
“Gavin,” she whispered. “That was magic.”
“You’re magic.”
She smiled, stretched in my arms, and reached up to rub her face. “My jaw aches, I’m covered in your cum, and I’m still wearing this.” She gestured to her crumpled costume.
I got a handful of tissues from the bedside table, wiped her face clean, and kissed her forehead.
“Like I said — magic.”