1. Tied and Taught #3
Not pain. Not entirely. The sound was too complex, too layered—shock and fullness and something that might have been pleasure trying to break through the overwhelming sensation of being filled for the first time.
I stayed there. Buried to the hilt. Let her feel the weight of me inside her.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
“Full,” she whispered. “So full. I can feel you in my—in my fucking throat.”
“Good girl. That’s exactly right.” I withdrew an inch. Pushed back in. “Now I’m going to fuck you. Slowly. And you’re going to come again before I’m done. Understand?”
She nodded frantically.
I started to move.
****
There’s a moment during sex when the mind stops fighting and the body takes over.
I watched it happen to Kayla in real time. Watched the tension drain from her shoulders, the furrow in her brow smooth out, the way her hips started to lift to meet my thrusts instead of flinching away.
“There,” she moaned. “Right there, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop—”
I didn’t. I fucked her through her second orgasm with steady, deep strokes, feeling her cunt clamp down around me, milking my cock like it was trying to pull the come out of me by force.
“Not yet,” I gritted out. “I’m not done with you.”
She barely seemed to hear me. Her eyes had gone glassy, unfocused. Her mouth hung open, drool gathering at the corner, and she didn’t seem to notice or care.
I pulled out. Flipped her onto her stomach.
“Ass up,” I said. “Present yourself.”
It took her a moment to process the command. Then she was scrambling onto her knees, forearms braced against the mattress, rear lifted in the air like an animal in heat.
The position opened her completely. I could see everything—her cunt, still glistening and swollen from my attention, and higher up, the tight pucker of her asshole, something I’d save for another night.
“Beautiful,” I murmured. “Look at you. Look at what you’ve become.”
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Sam, I need—”
“You need what?”
“You. Inside me. Fucking me. Please.”
I spanked her. Hard. The sound cracked through the room, and Kayla yelped, her whole body jolting forward.
“You don’t tell me what you need,” I said, rubbing the reddening spot on her ass. “I tell you.”
“Yes. Yes, okay, I’m sorry—”
I spanked her again. Same spot. Harder.
“Sorry what?”
“Sorry, sir—”
“Better.”
I lined myself up and drove home in one stroke.
The angle was different. Deeper. I watched my cock disappear into her from behind, watched her back arch and her fingers claw at the sheets, listened to the wet, obscene sounds of my hips slapping against her ass.
“This is what you were made for,” I grunted, picking up speed. “This is what that pretty little cunt was designed to do. Take cock. Take my cock.”
“Yes, yes, yes—”
“You were going to give this to some stranger. Some musician who doesn’t know the first thing about how to make a woman feel good.”
“I was stupid—I was so stupid—”
“You were. But you’re learning.”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair. Pulled her head back. Fucked into her with long, punishing strokes that made her whole body shake.
“You’re mine now,” I growled against her ear. “This cunt. These tits. This mouth. Every part of you belongs to me. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she sobbed. “Every part of me is yours, sir, please, I’m so close again—”
“Then come. Come on my cock like the good little slut you are.”
She shattered.
I felt it—the rhythmic clenching, the flood of heat, the way her whole body convulsed around me. Kayla screamed into the mattress, muffled and desperate and the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
And I was right behind her.
“Where,” I gasped. “Where do you want it—”
She knew what I was asking. Knew it meant something, this decision. Even through the haze of her third orgasm, she understood.
“Inside,” she moaned. “Please, sir, come inside me, I want to feel it, I want—”
“Fuck.”
I buried myself to the root and let go.
The orgasm ripped through me like I’d been holding it for years.
Pulse after pulse, flooding her, marking her, claiming her in a way that could never be undone.
Kayla whimpered at the sensation, at the heat spreading inside her, at the knowledge that I was filling her up and there was nothing either of us could do to take it back.
I collapsed over her. Stayed inside while I softened. Let her feel every last throb.
The room smelled like sex and sweat and something sweeter underneath.
“Sam,” she whispered after a long moment. “That was—”
“Shh.” I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Don’t ruin it with words.”
But her body was still trembling. And when I finally pulled out and rolled her onto her back, I saw something in her eyes that hadn’t been there before.
Not regret.
Hunger.
“Again,” she said.
I blinked. “What?”
“Again. Please. I want—I need to feel that again.”
I looked at her. At the mess between her thighs. At the way her fingers were already trailing down her stomach, ready to start without me if I said no.
And I smiled.
“We’re just getting started,” I said, reaching for the ropes I kept in the bottom drawer of my nightstand.