Bound Hearts 07 - Shameless (11 page)

And she knew there was much more to come.

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The plug was unique, hard to find and bought because of its design. Tapered, slender, it was made to insert easily. A small pump then attached to the base of the plug to inflate it within the anus, to stretch it slowly.

“Damn, this is pretty.” His voice was raspy as she whimpered in excruciating pleasure. “Watching your pretty ass part for the plug, knowing your soft little cries are about to become screams of pleasure…”

The first cry escaped her lips as the length slid fully inside her, the base anchoring tight at the entrance.

“You took it so easily,” he praised her heatedly. “You’re such a bad little girl, Courtney.”

His hand landed on her ass again in a light smack.

The vibrating caress inside her ass, the feel of his hand burning her flesh was nearly too much.

“Ian, sweet God, you’re killing me.” Her ass clenched around the buzzing little toy, feeling the harsh pleasure of the light spanking, the waves of sexual intensity and building hunger beginning to overwhelm her senses.

“Not yet…” He was breathing roughly, she could hear it in his voice as she felt him attaching the small pump to the slender air-line at the base of the plug.

She felt the slow increasing fullness inside her rectum, the stretching of virgin muscles, the fiery bite of pleasure blending pain that sent ever-increasing strikes of electric-laden sensation spearing through her nerve endings.

She could feel her juices flowing from her pussy, wetting the folds of her cunt further, slickening her thighs and making her clit pound with the need for relief. And still, the fullness increased. The fiery sensations built, blooming in her ass and spreading out as nerve endings began to transmit the pleasure-pain through the rest of her body.

“Easy, baby,” Ian crooned as Courtney realized she was twisting in his lap, attempting to lift her rear closer, to force him to complete the agonizingly slow adjustments of the width growing within her.

“Ian, I don’t think I can stand it…” she gasped, her voice strangled as tears filled her eyes. “Please, Ian. Let me come. I can’t bear it.”

Her clit was tortured. The mass of nerve endings felt like an open wound, the intense ache went so deep. Her pussy wept in hunger, her womb clenching with spasmodic tremors as he pushed her to the very edge of her sanity, and refused to let her fly over the precipice.

“You’re perfect, Courtney, do you know that?” he whispered, his voice dark, deep as the plug swelled further. “Few women enjoy the inflatable plugs, or the constant burn it produces.”

And it did burn.

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She craved more, but the swelling stopped, leaving her suspended, filled, too close to the edge of bliss to bear the pain of it.

“But even more.” He lifted her, turning her until she tumbled to the bed, staring up at him in dazed desperation as he began to undress. “Even more is how tight it’s going to make your pussy. It’s going to take me all damned night just to work my cock inside you, you’ll be so fucking tight, baby. And then we’ll see how naughty you can really get.”

He shed his shirt from his shoulders as the words finally penetrated her brain. He had no idea just how naughty she could be.

Her hands moved then, cupping her breasts, her fingers pulling at her torturously tight nipples as his hands moved to the waistband of his slacks.

Moaning helplessly at the pleasure, she let her fingers trail down her stomach, her abdomen, finally allowing them to slide through the glaze of moisture that filled the narrow slit as he stripped the material from his legs.

His cock stood out from his body, angry, throbbing in need, the thick head glistening with moisture as she parted the lips of her pussy for him. Her legs bent, spreading for him as she lifted her hips to allow her fingers to pierce her cunt.

Ian’s hand fell to his cock, his fingers wrapping around it, stroking it as he watched her. The expression on his face was pure hunger. His eyes were wild, glittering in his flushed face as she pushed her fingers slowly inside the ultra-tight entrance.

She could feel the degree to which the plug had made the channel even tighter than before. She jerked at the feel of her own fingers penetrating her pussy, moaning at the incredible pleasure as they stroked over the sensitive tissue. With each penetration of her fingers, Ian’s eyes darkened, his gaze intensifying, becoming wilder as she fucked herself closer to orgasm than she had ever gone before.

“Enough.” He knelt on the bed, his fingers catching her wrist as she felt the fire blooming in the pit of her stomach.

She was so close.

Too close to be stopped.

But he was as well. She could see it, sense it. His expression was tight with lust, a fire raging in his gaze that burned her, exhilarated her. She could feel the heat burning in him, raging. A heat she had never seen in his face when she spied upon him at her father’s estate. He had always been calm. Cool. In control. He had directed the sexual situations, reveled in that, but controlled them. She had never seen him burn as he was burning now.

That control was quickly disintegrating.

“No, Ian, damn you. I’m too close…” She jerked against his hold, fighting to return her fingers to the aching, desperate flesh of her pussy.

“Yes, you are,” he whispered, coming over her, catching her wrists in his hands and anchoring them over her head as she struggled against him. “You’re so close, Courtney, 59

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so wet and hot. And so fucking tight you’re going to scream when my cock sinks inside you.”

She shuddered at the roughness of his voice, fighting to breathe, to maintain a semblance of sanity as she felt his legs part hers further as he came over her. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he transferred her wrists to one hand, the other lowering to her hip.

“Is this what you want, Courtney?” His lips touched hers, his eyes stared into hers.

The intense blue of his gaze was nearly a shock this close up. They were brilliant, blazing with lust, with the struggle to maintain his control.

The head of his cock parted the soaked folds of her cunt, lodging at the entrance to her weeping pussy. Breathing in deeply, Courtney struggled against the pleasure that demanded her submission, demanded she give in to him, that she no longer tease, no longer tempt. But she knew Ian. And she knew this first battle in the war they were waging against each other, could well decide the future she was fighting so hard for.

“I want you,” she whispered. “All of you, Ian.” Her tongue licked over his lips, as her hips lifted closer, feeling the head of his cock begin to stretch her.

“All of me?” He smiled, the curve of his lips tight with the effort to maintain his control. “Let’s see how much you can take, baby. Then we’ll see if you want it all.”

His hips flexed.

The buzzing in her anus was driving her crazy, but the slow, rhythmic press and retreat of his cock into the entrance of her pussy began to replace the burning pleasure in her ass.

She cried out his name, gasping, nearly incoherent with the sensations as she felt him slowly making his way inside her. The anal plug filled her, Ian overfilled her.

Retreat and thrust, retreat and thrust, stretching her as her cries turned to screams, her pleas to wordless, incoherent gasps as the pleasure and pain combined. Teasing.

Taunting. Each stroke went deeper inside her, fueling the already flaming pulses of hunger erupting inside her.

She could feel every inch of his heavily veined cock invading her pussy as her fists curled, her wrists still locked in his as a heavy sheen of sweat covered his face, his chest.

His breath was sawing in and out of his chest, the fight for control apparent in the baring of his teeth.

“You feel so good, Ian,” she whispered against his lips, her fingers curling against his hold in her need to touch him. “So hot and hard. Like heated steel.” She lifted against him, a moan rippling from her chest at the caress of his cock, barely penetrating her. “Take me, Ian. Take all of me.”

His eyes narrowed. They blazed.

“When I watched you,” she panted in excitement. “With my maids. I would watch you take them, so slow, so easy, as they screamed beneath you. And I heard you…” She 60

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saved her closest secret for the most important battle. “I heard you cry my name as you fucked them.”

He jerked against her. Fury flared in his eyes, his muscles tightening with his anger, his lust, as he stared back at her. His hips flexed, his cock forcing inside her with a hard, sharp thrust, burying him in another scant inch before his control reasserted itself.

Barely.

She smiled slowly.

“I dare you to fuck me,” she taunted him then, gasping at the sensations tearing through her.

“I swear to God, I’m going to gag you.” He retreated, pushed back, but the tension was growing. The threads of his control unraveling.

She licked her lips, tightened the muscles of her vagina and moaned in nearing rapture.

“Gag me,” she cried hoarsely. “Let me scream, Ian. I need to scream for you. God, please, I’m fucking dying for you.”

Her head thrashed as he retreated again before moving back, forcing more of the straining width of his erection inside her. His expression was tight, savage, his breathing harsh as perspiration dripped from his brow and a savage grimace tightened his lips.

“More…” She could barely form the words. “So close…Ian… Please. Let me come.

Let me finally come…”

“No, damn you…” His voice was rife with tortured hunger.

“Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me hard. Make me scream for you… Just for you…”

His head lowered to her neck, a curse ripping from his throat as he suddenly surged inside her. Hard. Deep. Filling every portion of her pussy as the control he prided himself so deeply on, broke.

Nothing could have prepared Courtney for what was to come.

His hips began to move with a powerful flex of his muscles as he began to fuck her, shafting inside the tender channel with strokes that parted, stretched and burned the delicate tissue of her cunt.

His hold on her was tight, his hand gripping her hip, the other leaving her wrists to burrow in her hair, pulling at it, kneading her scalp with exciting tingles of sensation as she felt his cock thrusting strong and deep, rasping the delicate tissue already tormented by the vibration of the plug in her ass.

The dual sensations were hedonistic. The most sensual experience she could have imagined.

“Lift your legs. Wrap them around me.” His hand slid to her thigh as she obeyed the hoarse direction.

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His cock went deeper, her pussy became tighter.

She chanted his name as her arms curled around his neck and she hung on for dear life. With each hard thrust into the clenching channel, he sent a wildfire of pleasure-pain coursing through her body as she arched to him.

“God, yes,” she moaned, nearly insane with the sensations pouring through her senses. “Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me harder.”

Each stroke, though hard and deep, was measured, controlled. She had thought she had stripped him of his restraint, but it was still there, he was still torturing her, tormenting her with the orgasm that pulsed just out of reach.

“My game,” he growled as his lips moved to her neck, his teeth scraping, nipping at the sensitive flesh. “My way, Courtney.”

He surged to his knees, pulling her legs further, gripping them, spreading them as his gaze went to the center of her body.

“Look,” he commanded her roughly. “Watch as I fuck you, baby. See how tight and wet your sweet pussy is.”

Dazed, consumed with need, her gaze dropped along her body as she cried out at the eroticism of what she saw. Her hips were elevated by the position of her legs, the glistening bare flesh of her cunt in full view as his cock slowly retreated.

The dark, bulging flesh gleamed with a thick coat of her juices as the moist sound of his retreat echoed around her. Then he was sliding in again. Slowly. So very slowly.

“Feel it, Courtney,” he snarled then. “How tight your cunt is. My cock is filling you, stretching you. Does it burn, baby?”

She screamed at the pleasure-pain, her hands clenching in the sheets as she bucked against him.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart,” he growled as he retreated again. A second later he thrust into her, hard, fast.

“Yes!” She screamed her answer. “More.”

“More, baby?” The abrupt stretching, the sensation of being overfilled, the rasp of his heavily veined cock over nerve endings so sensitized they were nearly painful, was stealing her mind.

Every cell of her body pulsed in the need for orgasm.

“More.” She arched as he surged inside her again, before crying out brokenly as he retreated.

“I can give you more, baby,” he crooned, his voice harsh as he slammed inside her again.

The blend of pleasure and pain increased, wrapping around her, blending together in a force that sent the tension building in her womb, her clit, her aching pussy, to an explosion that had her screaming his name, wailing her pleasure. The muscles of her pussy tightened further, the strokes of his cock creating greater friction, sending another powerful blinding orgasm ripping through her.

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She bucked beneath him, shuddering, violent tremors of release echoing through her nervous system as she felt him tense above her, a muttered oath escaping his lips as the sudden, fiery blasts of his semen began to spurt into the rippling depths of her pussy.

Satiation slowly began to fill her as Ian collapsed over her, breathing harshly, his cock still trapped snugly within her. The harsh, shuddering effects of her release began to ease, and languor began to overtake her.

“I knew you could make me come,” she whispered drowsily as he slowly pulled from her and collapsed on the bed beside her.

Her eyes opened drowsily, a smile tugging at her lips as he turned her to her side, his fingers releasing the inflation of the plug still filling her rear and disengaging the vibration before tugging it easily from her tender rear.