Casper, Maggie-Kinky Campers 01-In the Woods (5 page)

Tears clouded her eyes before he’d even gotten the first needle unwrapped. The sight made his cock instantly hard as did the little sob she couldn’t seem to hold back. Sam didn’t believe in safe words and so hadn’t offered her one. If Delilah had an issue, all she had to do was speak in plain English and they’d talk it over. So far she hadn’t, but he could tell she was getting close.

He put on the gloves then uncapped the needle. It took only a second to pierce her flesh, pushing the needle just under the skin on one side of her cleavage until the pointy end came back out. When he was done and had added a tiny cork to the business end of the needle, he grasped her face in his hands and kissed away her tears.

“Absolutely fucking beautiful you are, Lila.”

She looked at him and then down to where the needle was still embedded into her skin, a sense of wonder on her face. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Not so bad, was it?”

She shook her head this time, her curls once again loose and bouncing across her shoulders. “No, not really.”

To show her how pleased he was, Sam pressed the button to the vibrator, turning it on. The sudden sensation caused her to jump. Although small the toy evidently packed quite a punch if the way it hummed along was any indication.

Over the next several minutes Sam continued to puncture Delilah’s delicate skin with needles, four up one side and four down the other. After each insertion, he corked the new needle then did something sexually stimulating even though he had no intention of allowing her to come.

Seeing her all glassy eyed with tears running down her cheeks nearly undid him. He was so hard and ready it was surprising he hadn’t yet pulled her beneath him to pound away into her warm, wet and willing body.

After all the needles were inserted and capped, he pulled out the ribbon. By this point Delilah was becoming lost in that floaty place masochists had a tendency to go when the play was edgy for them. Asking him what the ribbon was for was evidently one of the last things on her mind.

Sam took his time threading the ribbon under a cork-capped needle and then back across to the other side where he repeated the process. It was similar to lacing a shoe, and once done, the red ribbon would contrast nicely with the paleness of her skin. Every once in a while the tug of ribbon against needled flesh caused her to hiss and more tears to flow.

Licking them away only added to the heat pooling in his dick, drawing his balls up close to his body, making it hard to think with the head on top of his shoulders. If she were any prettier, he wouldn’t be able to think straight at all.

When done, he tied a bow at the bottom then sat back to see the finished product. It looked like he’d built a corset onto her chest. Between the fabric of the crimson-red ribbon he could see pale, smooth flesh and the deep shadow of her cleavage. It was exactly the look he’d been going for.

“Come, Lila, time for you to see how pretty you are with tears of my doing running down your face.”

Delilah said nothing as Sam helped her to her feet, holding her steady as her legs wobbled and shook. She was so on edge a slight breeze could very well set her over the top. Turning off the toy still embedded deeply within the tight confines of her pussy, Sam led her to the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the closet door.

Her eyes grew so wide he became a little worried. She swallowed convulsively before turning to him. “Thank you, Sir,” she said before facing back toward the mirror.

“For what, Trouble?”

She smiled then, that wide perfect smile he’d been missing since paddling her. “For making me see myself, my real self.” She fingered a drop of blood as in ran from the base of one of the needles. “I don’t feel like a fat librarian when I see myself like this. I feel pretty.” She seemed somewhat unsure. “And sexy.”

His still-gloved finger joined hers, smearing the blood into the shape of a heart. The action was inherently intimate in a way that mere sex never could be. “That’s because you are pretty and sexy, Delilah Murray, from the inside out. I’m glad you finally realized it.”

Sam led her back to the chair where he turned the vibrator back on, anticipating her voice as she begged to come and cried his name with every breath.

Chapter Five

Delilah woke in the middle of the night. Sam’s leg was thrown over hers, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Even in his sleep he had a need to control her actions. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Sir, I need to go to the bathroom.”

He grumbled against the top of her head but released his hold, allowing her to climb from the comfort of his touch and warm covers. When she turned to look at him, his eyes were open, wide awake and watching. How he did that she would never know. Hell, half the time she got out of bed in the middle of the night she fumbled along the way with her eyes closed.

“Hurry back, girl. Don’t make me come get you.”

The words were gruff, but they left a warm, tingly spot deep inside. Delilah nodded then scampered away. She did have to use the bathroom, but she also wanted to see the marks the needles they’d played with had left.

There were a few small bruises, which she absolutely loved. She’d never been the type to think it took a man to make her feel pretty. Still wasn’t, but his actions sure had helped.

Too many years of being invisible had evidently left some baggage along the way. For the first time in a long while Delilah felt completely okay with being single, with being plus sized and now with her sexuality. It no longer seemed like a deep, dark secret she had to hide. Instead, she felt alive and free and more than ready to experience all life had to offer outside her safe little library box.

It was very satisfying to be able to venture out on her own in such a way. The things she had already learned about herself only excited her more, made her even more ready to seize every opportunity. Once back home, she was going to find out about her local BDSM community and immerse herself in it, taking it all in, learning, sharing and hopefully one day even mentoring someone just like herself.

She felt like dancing. Instead, she made her way quietly back to bed. Sam lifted the covers for her then once again draped himself over her, pinning her to the mattress with the weight of his body. He was using her as a body pillow, for his own comfort. Delilah guessed it was another way she could serve and snuggled into his warmth, trying hard not to think about morning.

How in the hell could she thank this man enough? It was simple. She couldn’t. Hopefully somewhere deep inside he would know how much of an impact he’d had on her life even if she couldn’t find the right words.

“Go to sleep and stop borrowing trouble. Tomorrow will come whether you’re ready for it or not.”

The man was a freaking mind reader or something. He always seemed to be one step ahead of her. Crazy stuff. She willed her muscles to relax but had little luck in doing so when his hand curved over her breast, plucking her nipple until her whole body thrummed to life.

“I can’t sleep when you do that to me.” As if he didn’t already know.

“You weren’t sleeping anyway.”

He didn’t say anything else, but his hand in her hair, tugging her down his body, spoke volumes. Her mouth watered in anticipation as she closed in on his flaccid cock. With one hand she fondled his balls while using the other to guide him into her mouth. He tasted unlike any man she’d ever been with, salty yet not overpoweringly so. He kept himself trimmed, which only made the experience even nicer.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, the tip of her tongue dipping into the slit at the head of his shaft.

“Keep it slow and relaxing, Lila.”

Delilah tried to do as told, licking and lapping his length while rolling the twin globes of his balls lightly between her fingers. It was so hard not to take him all the way into her throat the way she knew he liked. She wanted to taste his come, to feel the heat of his seed slide down her throat. As of yet, he had only come in her body, his condom-covered length pulsing deep inside whichever hole he’d decided to fuck.

This slow and easy stuff was hard, very hard. Begging might work, but she wasn’t very good at it and it could very well be seen as whining, which had a tendency to end up being extremely painful, so she’d wait and see where things went.

Patience was so not a virtue Delilah had been given an abundance of.

When he fisted her hair in his hands, burning her scalp with the overly tight hold, Delilah whimpered. It was such a deliciously painful sensation.

“Want more, do you, girl?”

“Oh God! Yes Sir.”

He lifted his head to gaze down at her then. Looking up the length of his body as she remained in a kneeling position between his outstretched thighs was beautiful. He was beautiful.

“Grab a pillow and put it between my legs.”

Delilah had no clue what he had planned and didn’t waste time asking. As quickly as possible she did as told. Wouldn’t do any good to chance him changing whatever was on his creatively sadistic mind.

“Good girl. Now lie flat with you upper body on the pillow, face over my cock.”

Hmmm, very comfortable, Delilah thought to herself as she once again reached for his cock, ready to go back to work sucking and tonguing. The smack to her cheek caught her off guard. It wasn’t vicious or closed hand, not even painful, but for some reason it pushed buttons she didn’t care to feel.

The look on her face must have mirrored the “what the fuck” going through her head, getting her a scowl and a scolding. “I didn’t tell you to touch. Pay attention.”

Pay attention, hell. He’d be lucky if she didn’t bite his dick off and flush it down the toilet Bobbit style!

“Put your hands either at your sides or under you. You can play with yourself, but no coming unless I say.” When Delilah did as told, Sam rubbed a finger over the cheek he’d recently smacked. “And no teeth, Trouble.”

He knew her far too well, Delilah thought as she opened her mouth to take him deep.

Sam no longer felt quite so relaxed. His plan had been to have Delilah suck him slowly. He enjoyed the feel of her hair across his legs and figured sleeping the rest of the night with the soft strands splayed across his lap was as good as any.

However, the minute she’d hummed against him, sending warm and wet vibrations up his shaft, that thought had fled completely to be replaced by visions of what they had yet to try. There was so much about her he didn’t know, so many ways he wanted to push. There just wasn’t enough time to plan it all out.

Sitting up farther, Sam placed several pillows behind him for support. For now he could take exactly what he wanted while also giving Delilah what she craved. He enjoyed getting her all worked up. She wasn’t used to showing so much emotion, so being able to bring that out in her added fuel to his fire. Pushing her limits and watching her work through how his treatment, his expectations, made her feel was a spectacular show. Far better than anything he could go to a theater to watch. Her reactions were so very genuine. Such as the anger she currently felt but wasn’t sure why and knew better than to act on.

Sam waited until Delilah’s breathing calmed before he guided his engorged length into her mouth. With his hands on either side of her head, he began slow thrusts between her lips. She had a very talented tongue, moving it up and down, flicking it around his length as it traveled in and out of the warm depths.

“Mouth open and tongue out, Lila.” He wanted to see her drool, her eyes water, hear her gag as he powered into her throat. “Oh yeah. Fuck! Like that.”

Delilah stared up at him, her big blue eyes wet with tears, begging without words. He tightened the grasp on her hair, pulling her harder onto his cock, not letting go until her whole body tensed and she struggled with the need to breathe. She came up gagging and coughing before he pulled her back down. This time he stroked in and out, using her mouth much the same way he planned to use her pussy, for his pleasure, at his will.

The next time he let her up for air, Delilah was attempting to speak around his cock. Sam knew exactly what she wanted. He shook his head without remorse, giving her an answer she obviously didn’t want to hear.

When the arm buried beneath her stilled, he chuckled. “I don’t think so, Trouble. Keep playing. I want you right on edge.” Sam wanted her right there with him. He was close, so very close.

His balls felt tight, the heat of her throat as he pounded into her mouth, just enough to set him over the edge. “Fuck, baby! Close your mouth and take it. All of it!”

The feel of her lips closing around him, hot and wet, was exactly what Sam needed. He came, wave after wave of his seed filling her mouth. “Come for me, Lila.” Sam groaned the words as his body shuddered through its release.

She came screaming his name, her eyes wet with tears, her mouth fastened tight around his cock as if she were afraid she might miss a drop. It was probably the best damn blow job he’d ever had, Sam thought as he leaned back against the pillows.

* * * * *

Morning came too soon as far as Sam was concerned. He’d spent the last hour or so packing his bags and doing some work online. It would be really great to have more time with the curvy bundle still sound asleep in his bed, but their time was about up.

Devious plans as to how to wake Delilah had been forming in his mind and now it was time to bring them to life. With deft hands, Sam lifted her arms and secured them to the headboard over her head. She’d woken up shortly after his first touch and now stared at him with a heavy-lidded gaze.

“Morning, sunshine.”

She smiled a crooked little smile. “Morning, Sir.”

Sam watched her, thinking how beautiful she was all soft and stretched out for him. “Bend your knees, feet on the bed then let your knees relax to the sides.”

Delilah did exactly as told, a cute blush stealing over her cheeks. He’d been busy preparing for the scene. Condom-covered toys, lube and a cute little flogger that was much more wicked than might be first thought.

Settling in beside her on the bed, Sam lubed up a medium-sized butt plug. He didn’t bother to show it to her, instead enjoying the way her body tensed briefly as he parted her cheeks in order to find the tiny puckered star of her ass.

The way she moaned as he introduced its length into the dark haven of her body made his cock twitch to life. “Very good, baby.”

He then made short work of impaling her with a dildo comparable in size to his own shaft. Between the anal toy and the one now invading her pussy, she was stretched tight, her panting breaths echoing loud in the early morning stillness.

Climbing from the bed, he stood at the foot, looking up her body to her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. The slight swell of her abdomen quivered as he ran the falls of the flogger over her soft, pink pussy lips.

“Stay like you are.”

The first flick of his wrist hit her where the tender flesh of thigh and pussy met. Instantly it turned red. Her hiss of pain didn’t come until he repeated the motion on the other side. The next blow landed directly over her mound. She screamed beautifully.

Time after time Sam flicked his wrist, catching already-heated skin as well as places new to the lick of the implement. Each time she gifted him with her reaction. A whimper, a cry, begging and pleading as well as the beautiful tears she eventually couldn’t hold back.

“Please, Sir. I can’t… Oh God, I’m going to come.”

Her body tensed as if to follow through with the threat she’d just voiced. “Not yet, Lila.”

Sweat soaked, the hair at her temples glistened off her quaking body, proving just how hard of a time she was having holding back. “Please hurrrrry!” The last was drawn out in a wail of frustration.

Unable to wait another minute, Sam climbed onto the bed. Pulling the dildo from Delilah’s grasping pussy, he lifted her hips in his hands and slammed home. He couldn’t have slowed things down even if he’d wanted to. His body wanted her hard and fast, and from the sounds she was making, hers completely agreed.

“Come for me one more time, Trouble.”

Sam hadn’t even finished the command when her body tensed and she began to tighten around him. He followed almost instantly, the tight grip of her inner muscles being too much for him to bear.

* * * * *

They dressed in silence then went to eat breakfast with those who hadn’t yet left. People regaled one another with tales of debauchery. It was a pretty normal morning after for the conference, but Sam couldn’t seem to take his eye off Delilah. She didn’t eat much, mostly playing with the food still on her place.