28. Katrinia
28
Katrinia
I swipe the screen of my phone to stop the beeping.
It’s the morning we are supposed to drive down to Boston and leave for our week in Vegas. Last night I tossed a few extra essentials in my suitcase as I stressed over making sure I had everything I needed packed.
Though Cooper said not to worry, we can just shop when we get there. That seems to be his way of traveling since he would have absolutely nothing in his carry on if it wasn’t for me.
I roll back over and he is still sound asleep. Cooper has always been a heavy sleeper but even more so these days as he is more of a night owl than he ever was before.
Last night we had the most euphoric, mind numbing sex I’ve ever had in my life. These past few months with Cooper have pushed me so much deeper into my sexuality than I ever thought possible. My mind is racing with ideas and new fantasies almost constantly.
I’ve become utterly insatiable.
When my fingers grace my bare pussy I moan quietly as I bring my wetness to my clit. Swirling my fingers around my swollen bud I lift the covers and see Cooper is almost fully hard. I reach for him and lightly slide my wet fingers up and down his shaft. He stirs a little as he becomes more solid but doesn’t open his eyes.
I move slowly and carefully to straddle him because I’m not ready for him to wake up yet. Pausing my movements only to make sure he doesn’t wake. His eyes are still and his breathing is calm and steady. Wrapping my fingers around him, they don’t touch, but I guide him up before I sink myself down onto him. I release a breath when I’m completely full and once my body adjusts I start to move.
His hands grab me and he groans thrusting up into me before he is even fully conscious.
“Holy Fuck Katrinia.” He moans as he spears me down onto him. I pick up my pace and rock my hips back and forth as his head leans back into the pillow.
“Your needy little cunt didn’t get enough last night?” He growls as he looks down at where we are connected. His grip on my thighs is bruising as he pushes and pulls my body to ride him harder. Faster.
I shake my head as I arch my back, forcing him deeper and hold my long dark hair up and out of the way. “God damn it, Trinia.” His hands leave my thighs and slap onto my tits. “You feel so fucking good. I’m trying to be a good boy but you wake me up by burying me inside this perfect fucking cunt like a cock hungry whore.” He squeezes my tits as he speaks through gritted teeth.
Yanking me forward with the grip he has on my nipples and I crash my lips to his. His kiss is hungry and brutal as he drags my bottom lip through his teeth. Something about him now is almost feral.
“I don’t want a good boy, Cooper. I want you.” I spit my words into his mouth as he slams into me from beneath.
“Oh you shouldn’t have said that, dorogoy.” He warns as he grins up at me like a devil.
He shoves me off of him and I fall to the middle of our bed. Standing he walks into the closet and comes out with a black leather lock box. Opening it he takes out two sets of handcuffs and tosses them down on the mattress next to me.
I pick one up and I find the middle twists. Looking up at him he pulls out an item with a black handle and long leather fringe at the end. Some sort of whip I’m guessing, but I’m not sure. I’ve never seen anything like it outside of a horse stable, and this looks nothing like one of those.
This is sexier.
He sets the box on the nightstand, coming around the bed he takes my arm. Slamming one end of the handcuff around my wrist he says in a demanding tone, “Give me a safe word.”
“Cooper..” I stutter as nerves strangle my voice but I’m also a little intrigued.
“Not something that when you scream it will cause me to fuck you harder, Trinia.” He connects my wrist to the bed frame before walking around to the other side to repeat his sinful process.
I try to think of a word but the second his fingers touch the skin of my wrist my mind goes blank. He arches a brow, looking down at me as he brings my arm up to match my other. I hear the sound of the cuffs against the metal and it sends a shiver down my spine.
The only word that keeps coming to mind is captain .
He was made football captain his senior year and he didn’t tell anyone outside of his team and me. He wanted to celebrate together, just the two of us, before word spread or he told anyone else. He brought me flowers after practice and took me out to the football field that night. Cooper laid out a blanket and we ate Chinese food straight out of the box on the twenty yard line.
“This is just one of many accomplishments I hope to share with you, dorogoy. You are the only person in the world I will ever need to be proud of me.” His words were sweet but his eyes I remember being so sad.
I crawled onto his lap, took his face in my hands and said, “There is nothing you could ever do that wouldn’t make me proud of you.”
We made the sweetest, most tender love on that yard line that night. Not giving a damn who might see us as we took it nice and slow. We were always in our own little world. Living and breathing solely for the other. Some said it was just young puppy love and others said to love that hard that young was toxic, but it was us.
I’m brought back into the moment when his hands spread my knees apart. The leather tassels tickle my skin as he holds the whip in one of his hands. He starts to drag the leather down my leg and across my pussy. The touch is delicate but that doesn’t stop my eyes from closing as I suck in a breath.
“Eyes on me.” He commands and I look up at him as my body trembles. “Give me a safe word.” He whips the tassel forward and I yelp, screwing my eyes shut as the leather snaps against my pussy. The sharp sting fades quickly to a burn of pleasure as my heart thunders in my chest.
“Captain” I call out as I pant in breaths. “Football captain”
Opening my eyes I see the hint of a smirk cross his lips as he surely recalls the same memory I was just thinking of a moment before.
He nods once before he whips me again and drops his head between my legs. The heat of his breath is like gasoline to the raging wildfire of my need.
His tongue drags up the center of me, soothing the sting of my throbbing clit before the whip falls down on me again. I whimper and yank on the cuffs but it’s no use.
Cooper raises his head and tsks his tongue, before flicking the tassels across my chest. The leather straps snap against my peaked nipples and I cry out as the sting settles into a pleasureful heat.
My chest rises and falls as the sensations switch rapidly from one extreme to the other. With my eyes closed I hear the sound of leather slicing air before the sting is lashed across my inner thigh, but before my scream crests my lips his tongue thrusts back into me. I instinctually yank my hands forward again as I reach for his head but I’m met with nothing but resistance.
I try to drag him up with my feet wanting more, needing more but instead he pushes my legs up before spreading me wide. He holds me open and in place while his tongue fucks me and I can do nothing but squirm as I take it.
I whimper his name and he whips me again. Forcing me to dance the line between pain and pleasure.
I feel my pussy melt from the pain and he laps up my arousal before sucking my clit between his teeth. Pulling back he pops my swollen bud from his lips and my back jerks off the bed as I cry out.
The sound of the whip breaking air stops when the straps whack across my stomach. My head falls to the side as the burn twists my insides and the warmth heats my skin.
I’m delusional with lust when I feel something cold press against my ass. My eyes snap open as my head whips forward at the same time he shoves in something hard and lubricated. I writhe against the fullness of the foreign object as his dark eyes take me in.
“You are fucking perfect, Katrinia. I am so viciously and dementedly devoted to loving you.” His words are so soft they almost sound strangled before he thrusts his massive cock fully into me.
I scream out fisting my hands in the cuffs as the fullness wracks waves of devastating pleasure throughout my entire body, leaving me feeling like I’ve been split in two.
“You are so fucking wet.” He grits out through bared teeth. “You like me tying you up and treating you like my own little slut, don’t you?”
My pussy clamps down around him as I do nothing but nod.
Holding my legs up, spreading me wide, he begins to move and there is no easing me into it. My second to adjust is over as he begins to fuck me, hard .
I’ve always felt like Cooper was holding back and now that he is letting go I feel like this is only the beginning.
My eyes flutter closed as my head rolls to the side. My body feels like it’s been riding one long continuous orgasm since he first thrust his cock into me and slamming into my G spot.
I surrender to him completely, no longer able to fight it and let the pleasure crash into me like tidal waves in a storm.
The tassels of the whip crack down across my chest before he tosses the whip and his hand comes down around my throat. Forcing my head back he growls, “Eyes on me, dorogoy. Stay with me.”
I nod, my mouth gaping open. Looking into his eyes as the pressure burns a trail through my veins leading straight to my core. His hand tightens, cutting off my air as he slams into me relentlessly. Yanking on the restraints as he continues assaulting me with his punishing thrusts. The sounds of our moans and slapping flesh fill the room.
I hear a buzzing sound a second before I feel a bold vibration slide over my clit. My entire body tenses as tight as glass before he shatters me. His hand releases my throat and I gasp for air that is useless as I drown in my impending release. My pussy grips his cock so tight I’m afraid I may never let go as my vision turns white.
“ Oh Fuck !” He shouts and his warmth soothes me. At this my body detonates, releasing a long hot explosive orgasm before finally relaxing and sagging into the mattress.
I watch him through hooded eyes as my vision sways in and out of focus. His face is warped in a gorgeous type of sadistic agony as he spills into me and I slip away beneath the numb surface of consciousness. Sinking further and further into the pleasure of our darkness.