Chapter 36
CHAPTER 36
T he sight before me was one to behold. Soft, milky skin clashed against black leather restraints. They strained with the smallest movement. Even breathing caused them to tug. Maci splayed out before me, a picnic ready to be feasted upon. She laid on her back, her arms and legs spread, turning her body into an ‘x’ shape. Her most intimate parts were on display. Pink lips dripping with need taunted me. I wanted to eat her whole. Desire flushed her naked chest, painting her the prettiest shade of pink. Desperation to see that color on other parts of her spread through me like a vicious animal.
“Do you know what happens to girls who don’t listen?”
Maci’s throat bobbed, and she shook her head. Excitement raced down my spine. Maci, tied up in my bed, had always been a fantasy, but now it had come to fruition. Her ice cream stunt would cost her right now. She thought being edged and left hanging was rough, but she had no clue what was coming to her. Tonight, limits were going to be pushed. Maci could handle it. Months of watching her deepest, darkest fantasies raced through my mind. Insatiable desire consumed me. If anything, my impatience would cut my game short .
Leaning towards her bare chest, I enveloped one of her breasts in my mouth. My tongue swirled around the bud of her areola, and Maci whimpered. Her back arched when I bit down, pushing her tit further into my face. The smooth skin against my stubble felt like a balm to a burn. The soft whimper that crossed her lush lips propelled me on. I peppered feather soft kisses up her chest and neck. The key to my game was deception. Right now, I remained soft and aloof, keeping Maci on the edge of her seat. The proverbial calm before the storm.
A black blind fold sat in the back pocket of my jeans and I fished it out without breaking my ministrations.
“Do you trust me, Sunshine?” I murmured into her neck.
“Hunt, I’m restrained to your damn bedposts. Think we sprinted past the trust and consent conversation?”
Ignoring her insolence, I secured the blindfold around her eyes.
“Safe word is ice cream, since it seems to be worth so much to you.” I bit down on her earlobe, eliciting a sharp gasp below.
Tonight, Maci would surrender every inhibition to me. Every whimper, mewl, and hole was mine to take and control. Fuck, I may not of been her first, but tonight I would take every other first left.
Maci tried to move beneath me, but the restraints forced her to remain taut. Her taut abs flexed with her efforts, eliciting a chuckle from me.
“Please keep fighting. It makes this so much sweeter.”
“Do your worst, puck boy .”
A growl ripped through my chest at the condescending nature of her nickname.
“Remember, you asked for it.”
Maci has seen glimpses of my dark nature, but she has never seen the monster that broods inside in its full form. We played rough over Thanksgiving break, exploring each other ’s bodies and fantasies, but she never dived into my true deep end. Watching her flounce in with that fucking ice cream cone in her hand without a care in the world smashed was her undoing. Calling me a fucking puck boy? She just signed a death warrant for her pussy.
I leaned over her to rifle through my nightstand. It was the kind that had two large drawers built into it. The bottom one housed a pair of noise canceling headphones. Normally, I used them on nights I was trying to study, and one of my roommates was going to pound town on a puck bunny. Tonight, they’d strip Maci off her senses. Gingerly, I placed them over her ears. Maci’s mouth pulled downward in realization.
I chuckled, knowing she could not hear it. My hand returned to the same drawer that held the headphones. Inside was a plethora of things I had stashed away with Maci in mind. My fingers contacted silicone, and I grasped the vibrator triumphantly.
Fuck, I could not wait to play.
Silence is a strange thing. Some people crave it desperately, while others feel it like the shackles of a prison sentence. To me, the utter lack of anything besides the buzz of my internal conscience was exhilarating. My mind didn’t quiet very often, but laying here, like a decadent prize for Hunter to devour, was exhilarating. Not too long ago, Hunt made me sweat to be his and with it, I’d desperately hoped he’d take a dominant hand. Maybe it was the delicate tight rope we walked between my own mental mess, and his desire to see me thr ough it, but he’d always held back. Who would’ve known a fucking ice cream cone would be the undoing of Hunter St. James.
Submission is a work of art. So much more than just calling a man ‘ sir ’ and hoping he calls you a good girl. No, submission is the sacrifice of every thought, sensation, fuck—even neurons firing to your dominant. I craved that from Hunter. Like a piece of driftwood in the sea, I have been floating, lost and alone. The desire to have someone take over, to tell me what to do for once, is astounding. I should be ashamed. The idea of being laid out like a prized whore for the taking should be dirty and unwanted. Instead, my blood sizzles in anticipation. I want this more than I ever realized. Something about the silence that enveloped my constantly running brain when the headphones landed on my ears brought this out of me.
Anticipation thrummed through my veins. My vision and hearing were gone, but I could feel Hunter looming above me. Suddenly, my breath escaped me. My throat constricted from Hunter’s grasp. He didn’t hold my neck in a way that was meant to harm, instead, he used the pressure of his palm with just enough force to create delightful combination of fear and exhilaration. Heat rushed through my core, my excitement escaping onto my thighs.
Never in my life has something made me so wet. Hunter’s thumb stroked the column of my throat, soothing as he controlled my breathing. Suddenly, I was gasping as a vibration rocked my clit. The wand pressed into it, rubbing the bundle of nerves relentlessly. My back arched of its own volition, my wrists and ankles biting against their restraints. The pressure on my neck increased, holding my body captive to the mattress.
Black dots danced across my vision, mixing with the growing tightness in my core in a delightful dance. The lack of oxygen combined with my loss of sight and sound amplified the fe eling eviscerating my clit. It was like every touch and vibration magnified tenfold. The more I squirmed, fighting to gain more pressure where I needed it, the tighter my insides coiled. I was so close to my blinding release when everything suddenly stopped. Air rushed into my lungs, and a scream lurched from my throat. My body mourned the loss of the vibrator against my clit.
Damp tears trailed silently down my cheeks. My orgasm that was within my reach recoiled violently, only to be roared back to life by the wet, warm sensation of lips against my pussy.
“Fuck.” The garbled words left my mouth, but I couldn’t hear them.
My body lost itself in the sensations taking it over. Every lick, suck, and bite to my pussy had me lurching against the restraints. I wanted nothing more than to grab onto Hunter’s hair, shoving him into my pelvis and demanding the orgasm I so desperately sought.
Suddenly, gravity shifted, and my stomach met the mattress. The restraints pulled tauter, making my ability to move inexistent. Without warning, a slap reined down on my ass, causing me to scream out. A kneading sensation followed before another hit came. A moan shamefully escaped as the assault on my tender flesh continued. The overwhelming sensation made me feel adrift. A cycle of slaps and kneads kept me on the cusp of orgasm. Every time my core clenched, about to give me the release I desired, Hunter ripped it away.
“Please, please, please let me come.”
The headphones ripped off of me, and Hunter’s voice flooded my ears.
“Why? Why should I give you what you want? Bad girls who don’t listen, don’t get their way, baby girl.”
The whimper that escaped me was a foreign sound. Never in my life had I been pushed so far. Sure, Hunter edged me before leaving me aching. But that was one orgasm. Hunter has wi thheld five so far, and if I don’t get some relief soon, I am going to die. There is no doubt about it. My body craved it more than anything. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest every time I approached the cliff. Hunter took me straight to the edge, only for it to be savagely ripped away.
“Please, please let me come.” Begging was no longer beneath me. I would do anything to get release.
“Please what? ” Hunter crooned, his breath brushing over my clit, eliciting shivers through my body.
“Sir! Fuck me sir.” My voice pitched to an unnatural octave. The need to be dominated by taking the driver's seat.
Hunter’s dark chuckle enveloped me. “Your wish is my command.”
Without warning, the head of Hunter’s cock butted against my lips. My pussy dripped in desire, dying for him to make the plunge. If he didn’t fill me up in the next minute, I’d combust. Death by lack of dick. It didn’t have to wait. Hunter relentlessly pushed through. My body tensed when his girth and length rocked through me. The feeling of being stuffed full of his cock gave me a moment of reprieve. But it was short-lived, when the desire for more came crashing through. My hips rocked back against his, demanding more. More friction, more sensation. Just more.
Hunter’s hand wrapped my hair around his wrist, pulling my head back, making my entire body arch into a ‘u’ shape against him. The pain mixed with the pleasure flooding my veins in a delightful combination as Hunter took me from behind. The unfamiliar sensation was heavenly.
Our bodies continued, a dance between Hunter’s relentless thrusts and my hips slapping to meet his demands. The sound of skin slapping skin and our gasping breaths surrounded us.
Hunter bent down to the shell of my ear, “Come for me, Sunshine.”
The simple command caused my body to detonate. White envelo ped my vision as the world broke around me. My orgasm took on a life of its own, ripping through my system. Simultaneously, I was floating and undone at the same time. A bunch of little particles smashed and dissolving into the air of Hunter’s bedroom.
Somewhere in my haze, Hunter’s garbled yell broke through, and his cock surged inside of me, shooting hot ropes of cum towards my cervix. In the back crevices of my mind, I was thankful for my IUD.
Hunter pulled out of me, his breath haggard as I lay there, boneless. He quickly undid the restraints, taking the time to rub each wrist and ankle as he did so. His lips came to my cheek, kissing me as my body came down.
He slipped on shorts and slipped out of his room, returning with a warm washcloth. My eyebrows arched, watching as he delicately cleaned between my legs.
I hummed, appreciating his after care. “I should misbehave more often.”
Hunter clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “Baby girl, that was just a taste of what I can do. Don’t test me, especially with your safety.”
A lazy smile crossed my lips, “Okay, sir. ”
Hunter’s eyes hooded, but he continued cleaning me up without further comment. He tossed away the rag into his hamper and leaned over my back to kiss my shoulder.
“In all seriousness, please don’t be reckless again. I couldn’t stomach something happening to you.”
Rolling over, I pulled myself into a seated position against the headboard. Guilt trickled into my stomach, souring the moment we shared.
“I didn’t do it to be defiant on purpose.” My knees came up to my chest, creating a shield against Hunter’s gaze.
He sighed, seeing my movement for what it was. Hunter pulled my legs out, massaging my calves. “Don’t retreat on me. ”
My eyes looked up at his own. “I wasn’t.”
He huffed a laugh. “Yes, you were.”
I rolled my eyes, making Hunter add, “Want another punishment, baby girl?”
A smirk broke out across my lips. “Yes, sir.”
I squealed when Hunter’s body collided with my own. His hands mercilessly tickled me, and I squealed. “Stop!”
He laughed, the baritone vibrating his chest.
“Never.”
Our eyes connected, an unspoken truth flitting between us. Hunter’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush against his chest. He kissed my cheek softly.
“Sleep, Sunshine.”
Exhaustion took over, my body sinking into his own. My eyelids drooped, the events of the day catching up with me.
Before sleep could claim me, my body jolted in recognition. The memory of the ice cream shop pounding through my chest.
“Hunt?” My words were hushed, unsure if he’d already succumbed to sleep.
“Hmm?” He mumbled.
“Never mind.” Hunter didn’t reply as his breathing evened out.
There was nothing to worry about, anyway. I was overreacting. No one was watching Kennedy and me at Scoops. The entire situation was getting to me. On the off chance someone was, there was no use in bringing it up. It would only add more kindling to this dumpster fire. Hunter didn’t need that. Settling against Hunter’s chest, I reassured myself again that everything was fine, and then sleep overtook me.