Chapter 9 #3
Mac chuckles. “Might be cheaper, but not as much fun. Cross your wrists behind your back, little goddess. I’m going to bind you before I fuck you.”
“Yes, sir.”
I tuck my arms behind my back, crossing my wrists as instructed, feeling the slight strain in my shoulders. That’s going to get worse the longer we go at it. I probably should have stretched out while he was getting ready instead of calling Austin.
Mac’s warmth moves away from me, then returns at my back.
Instead of cold metal or plastic, something soft and fuzzy encloses my wrist. Cuffs.
Nice and lined, too. He buckles them around each wrist, then there’s a snap as he attaches them to each other.
I relax my shoulders and feel the two inches of play I have.
It’s comfortable; I sigh with relief. “Thank you, sir,” I say.
“Sometimes, by the end of the day, my arms get kind of sore.”
“Thank you for telling me. If the bondage becomes uncomfortable while I’m fucking you, let me know. I want your focus to be on your holes, not on your arms.”
A hot shiver runs down my spine whenever he talks about my holes and what he’s going to do to them.
I know, in the rational part of my brain, that Mac sees me as a person, not just a collection of places to stick his dick.
But my deviant, base urge to be reduced to nothing more than a thing to fuck sits up and begs every time those words leave his lips.
I feel his warmth move around me, and his hand trails across my waist, just above the band of my tights, as he moves. “Mmm, you look good enough to eat.”
Fuck, yes, eat me! I strangle enough of my hind-brain’s howling that all that comes out is a whimper. Mac stops in front of me and cups my breasts in his hot hands.
“I think we might need something to keep these nipples occupied while I’m claiming those holes, eh, girl?”
I shake my head, because I hate nipple clamps, but I’m still in enough control of my mouth to keep it closed.
“I ordered these for you while I was with my daughter,” he continues. “I was thinking about you, Bren, even if I did a piss-poor job of showing it. Next time we play, I’ll let you see them. They’re decorated with little roses. Reminded me of your tattoos.”
He runs his fingers down the back of my neck, which sends another wild shiver through me.
The sensation distracts me from the jingle of a chain.
Nothing, however, distracts me from the bite as he closes a clamp around my nipple.
I force air out through my nose, waiting for the pinch to ease.
Instead, Mac flips his fingertips against my breast, and something snaps closed over the tip of my nipple, mashing it down into the clamp.
I try to twist away from the pain. My yowl doesn’t drown out Mac’s truly evil chuckle.
While I’m trying to breathe through the burning in my tits, Mac turns me, walks me forward a couple of steps, wraps his hand around my nape, and bends me over.
My chest and cheek hit a soft surface before I expect it.
He’s piled pillows or something on my bed, so I’m bent at a right angle.
The perfect height for him to fuck my holes.
My eyes roll back again and my thighs, bared by the hole he’s torn in my tights, slip wetly against each other.
“Honor bondage, goddess,” Mac growls, his heat coming up against the backs of my legs. “Keep your feet or ankles touching. If your hip or leg cramps, tell me.”
I inch my feet together and feel the stretch in my ass, thighs, and calves.
Mac’s hot hand lands on my ass and traces the stretch down to my knees.
With one hand on my nape, pinning me to the pillows, he leans over me and kisses the back of my neck, down my spine, before setting his teeth into my ass.
The bite’s not as sharp through my tights but he bites harder.
I stop myself from kicking only with a freaking titanic effort and channel my protest into a high squeal.
Mac smacks my unbitten cheek, while he bites his way across my tights to exposed skin.
I brace myself for another vicious bite, but his warm lips whisper over my skin instead.
The contrast between what I expect and what I get makes my head swim.
After lavishing kisses over my ass-cheeks, Mac’s heat and weight lift off me. The rip of a foil package drags me out of my brain-haze. I’m about to ask why he’s using a condom when his test came back clean when he smooths a plastic-y sheet down my crack. Another dental dam.
I can’t help wriggling my ass. In frustration, because I’ve been waiting days for his cock, but also in anticipation, because with one exception, the Blunts Doms don’t eat ass and holy fuck do I want that.
Mac rests one hand on the small of my back, keeping me pinned to the pillows, before he kneels behind me.
His breath warms the dam, then his pointed tongue runs up and down my crack, jostling the plug with each stroke.
There are a ton of nerves there and he’s lighting up each and every one.
My toes curl so hard into the rug my joints pop. “Mac, sir!” I groan.
His hand lifts and slams down on my ass again.
He keeps hitting the same spot and I’m sure he’s doing it on purpose to magnify the sting.
While he spanks me, he keeps working up and down my crack, sparking pleasure through every nerve.
When I’m about to go out of my mind, he tugs the dam up and lashes at my exposed pussy.
My eyes don’t just roll back, they cross in my head.
Dayum, he has a strong tongue. Does he practice on watermelons or something?
He licks into me harder and harder, until it feels like he’s bruising me with his tongue.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan. “Your tongue should be registered as a weapon, sir.”
He pulls back from eating me out to laugh, then slaps me right on my wet pussy. I have to twist my ankles together to keep from kicking, which earns me three more slaps. The spark and sting forces a high whine out of me.
“I love the color your pussy turns when you’re aroused, little goddess,” Mac growls before he sets back in on me.
More bruising licks and suckles to my clit and then he sucks in a mouthful of skin and freaking chews on it.
I howl with the sensation which careens back and forth between intense pleasure and sharp pain.
Just as I’m sure he’s going to tear the skin, he eases back and kisses me almost tenderly.
My head spins from the see-saw of sensations.
“Time to fuck,” he growls.
I can’t help it. “Thank fuck!”
Mac laughs, a deep sound, more of possession than of glee.
He shifts behind me and I expect him to slam into me.
Instead, he takes a moment to reposition me on the pillows and peel off the dam before he plants his hand between my shoulders.
With his other hand, he rubs the mushroom tip of his cock up and down my swollen and sensitive lips.
He notches it against my clit and rubs it around and around until I’m panting. “Please, sir.”
“That’s my girl, what do you say?”
“Please can I have your cock, sir?”
“That’s a good girl.” He slides his tip back up to my opening, pushes in, that thick tip spreading me deliciously, before he pulls back out and rubs his head around and around again.
“Please, sir, please, sir.”
He pushes the tip into me again and stops, holding me spread open. He lifts his hands from my back and gives me a hard slap on the sorest spot on my ass. I yelp and clench around him, which makes him groan. “Just like that. Again, girl.”
He slaps my ass over and over while I bleat and shudder and squeeze.
He pumps against each clench, stimulating the nerves at my opening with his coronal ridge in a way I had no idea drove me crazy until now.
I twist helplessly on the bed as the sensations rise and rise until there’s a huge burst of light behind my closed eyelids and waves of release flow up into my belly.
With a deep grunt, Mac pushes all the way in during my orgasm and seats himself. He’s long enough to nudge my cervix and I see more stars and feel a second set of waves.
“Fuuuuck, sir.”
“That’s right, goddess. You’re getting fucked and I’m not giving you a minute’s rest. Here it comes.”
He pulls back and then hammers home.
“Oh. My. God!” I shout as he pounds me. I knew he had serious strength in his hips and ass but I was not prepared for this. He’s fucking me so hard the bed inches across the floor with the strength of his thrusts and I start laughing. I can’t help it.
Mac’s hot hand lands on my shoulder to anchor me and pull me back into his thrusts but I feel him laughing.
His laughter turns to long groans as he comes in a rush of warmth against my core.
Oh, I’ve missed the feeling of a guy coming inside me.
It’s sticky and stinky afterwards, but in the moment, there’s nothing as intimate.
Mac collapses over my back, his breath humid on my nape, his hand kneading my shoulder.
Bet I have bruises in the shape of his fingers there tomorrow.
“That didn’t suck, sir,” I say as I get my breath back.
Mac chuckles and rubs his face between my shoulders before biting down hard enough to bruise. I yelp and trail off into soft laughter.
Mac pushes up, stretching my skin between his teeth before letting go and kissing the spot he’s bitten. “Nope, didn’t suck at all.” He lifts up and slaps my ass. “You don’t have permission to move yet unless you’re cramping. Are you cramping?”
“No, sir. I’m good.”
I am. Warm and languid and relaxed in the wake of that orgasm.
It wasn’t earth-shattering—although the bed did move—but it was damn good.
And it was so satisfying to have him come in me.
In another minute or two when it’s snaking down my leg, I won’t be as happy about it.
But right now, I’m just glorying in being his cum-bucket.