Authors: Maya James
Against
my cheek, I feel smooth, tight skin. As I breathe, it smells like Justin.
"Baby?" I croak in barely a voice at all.
"Yes?"
he laughs.
"What
are you doing?" I'm feeling more awake with each step he takes down the
hall.
He
laughs again, and I hear the security keypad to the gym. "I've decided
you're not too tired to have me fuck the day out of you."
I'm not
even fully awake as I feel him strap me into one of the harnesses, arms first,
then pulling my legs wide. Fingertips tickle along my groggy body only for an
instant, then his talented tongue stabs my clit and steals the air from my
chest as I gasp in pleasure.
"
Oh,
Christ!
" I scream. I'm instantly wide awake, thighs clenching and
flexing, my nipples stiffening.
His
relentless tongue slides circles around swelling pleasure, pushing hard to send
chills through me. One of his fingers dips into me, sampling me. He pulls the
wetness down to my ass, sliding the pad of his finger on my asshole.
"Suck
on me," I beg.
"No!"
he barks, leaving me hanging, literally. I watch him grab a riding whip off the
wall and return to me. I have the chills already.
"What
are you going to do?"
"Whatever
I want to," he replies, his tone promising me a strong orgasm.
Without
warning, the small, leathery patch at the end of the whip whacks me on the
bottom of my right foot, stinging deliciously. Then my other foot received the
same treatment. I let out a low moan that gets interrupted by three fingers
slipping into me. My moan hitches, turning into a hiss of pleasure.
The
whip crashes down between my breasts, and he slowly drags it along my skin,
taunting me while his fingers fuck me, picking up their pace.
"I
don't get enough of you lately. I think you deserve some punishment for that,"
he growls mischievously. He drags the whip right onto my hard, imploring clit.
He threatens me lovingly, tapping it on my vulva, his fingers still stroking
inside me. I can't control my heart. It jumps to a gallop as my juices flow. He
drags the whip further, circling around his busy fingers. I feel its thin
handle run along my ass, between my buttocks.
Whack!
It
explodes on one of my cheeks. The sting races straight to my pussy, making my
clitoris throb.
"Yes!
Again, do it again!"
"I
will," he teases, making me wait. His magic fingers start a deep rhythm
pulsing in my soul.
"Please!"
I beg. I know that's what he wants.
Whack!
The
strong tingle delves into my opening with the next thrust of his hand, becoming
part of my building climax.
"Do
you need to cum already?"
"Yes,"
I plead. "Make me cum!"
His
fingers accelerate, pounding my G-spot viciously. My ass is suddenly on fire,
the whip cracking over and over without aim, pinking up my flesh. The lightning
bolts of pleasure attack my warrior parts, reminding me I'm a woman—his woman.
My
orgasm becomes a white-hot light in my mind, expanding with each smack of
leather, with each jab inside me.
"Oh,
God! Oh, God!" I scream. My arms pull and lift me in the harness to let my
body erupt.
Justin
rips his fingers out of me and stops the whip.
I scream
incoherently, trying to force myself over the edge without him. The orgasm
rolls back, denying me painfully. My parts throb wickedly.
"Why
would you do that?" I snarl. "I'm so close."
"You
still are, and I want to keep you there."
As if I
wanted proof, he slips the rubbery handle of the whip in me and fucks my G-spot
with it several times. I can't breathe when he does it, my climax steals my
breath. Its sitting right there, waiting.
Justin
takes the handle out. He hovers it over me, and then snaps my left nipple with
its whip end. While I sting, my pussy throbs and I feel the very edge of my
explosion.
He
makes me watch him lick the handle. "You taste like everything I
enjoy," his enthralling voice rolls. He drops to his knees and pushes his
tongue to my pubic mound and slowly slides his face between my legs, brutally
sucking my screaming clit out of its hood and tormenting it with his hot
tongue, badgering my climax.
Whack!
My
right nipple cries out in ecstasy, puckering tightly. My orgasm surges like a
flooding river. He watches me, reading me. The flood crests the edge—and he
stops again.
Justin
moves closer to my head, pulling my hair away from my face. He touches his lips
to mine, not hard enough to call it a kiss, just a gentle touch.
His
hardness is not far away. I see it among all his muscles, swollen and tight,
and I want to touch it for him. I want to run my tongue along his body, outline
every bump and curve, every swollen vein on his arms and chest.
The
whip is no longer good enough. He tosses it to the floor, discarded, and stands
near my spread legs. Both his hands are on me; one takes my breast firmly and the
other runs along the back of my right leg from my knee to my ass and then
smacks it. I'm still stinging when I feel him thrust back into my wetness,
fingers easily finding my G-spot, hooking at it and stroking it while his thumb
treats my clit like a rubbing stone.
I'm
soaked now. My juices drip from me and cover his hand. My hard nub pops from
under his touch as he masturbates me.
"Please,
let me cum this time." My eyes lock on his, and I can tell he's not ready
to let me go. That doesn't stop my body. "Please!" My breathing grows
deep. Muscles all over me contract.
Justin
pulls his hand away.
"
Dammit!
"
He puts
it right back again. I haven't recovered at all.
I
scream loudly.
And he
stops.
I start
to cry.
"Doesn't
it feel good right here, right in the middle of ecstasy? Why not keep it right
there for as long as possible?"
He's
right, but I can't tell him that. I can't even breathe, and my body wants it
over. He starts again, making sure I'm stuck in my climax. It's a fire burning
me up, consuming every inch of me. My thighs can only quiver now, without the
strength to flex against the restraints. Tears roll down my face as I moan. He's
shaking next to me, his arm jerking me off wickedly. When it seizes my breath,
he stops. I'm aware that my entire body is convulsing.
"Fuck!
Fuck! I can't take it. Let me cum!"
He
stops again, watching my body quake, watching me on the edge trying to catch my
breath. But this time it's not just a pause, Justin lets my orgasm drift away
nearly completely, leaving me frustrated, my body pleading for completeness.
He
marches to the shelves and returns with a bottle that he begins squirting all
over me. He rubs the oil around my flesh standing over me with a fire burning
in his eyes. He has that lion-standing-over-a-fresh-kill, look that he gets
sometimes. I'm about to be devoured—and I welcome it.
Justin
bends next to me and presses his cock against my leg at the calf and slowly
slides it up my thigh, my hip, into the crease of my waist. His hands swirl
around my body and breasts, tweaking my nipples. He slips his right hand
between my legs, through my moist folds and dives his ring and middle fingers
into me. He palms my pussy while his fingers hook into my G-spot. When he
squeezes, my clitoris is wonderfully crushed under his hand. I need the
pressure, my body begs for it.
The
more he touches me, the more enraged I see him get—the more engorged his cock
becomes. He's feeding his desire, but not becoming satisfied.
He
moves now, stepping between my legs. He uses his hand to press his cock against
me and he slides it up and down. At one moment it’s on my ass, pressing and
threatening to enter and then it’s sliding along the sensitive skin between my
warrior openings. He finds the source of my wetness between my folds and dips
the tip of his hugeness into me, just an inch or two.
"My
fucking Lord!" he growls. "I've never seen anything so beautiful;
felt anything as perfect as you."
In a
moment without any control, he plunges his cock all the way in to me. I grab on
to him, squeezing him, wanting to keep him in me. I hear my own screams of
pleasure filling the room. Justin's strong hands grab my sides, pressing in
deeply to make sure that he has a good hold.
By now
we are both too far gone. I feel him push me and the harness away from him,
swinging me backwards. Despite my clenching, his gorgeous cock pulls out of me,
every millimeter of it sending electric jolts throughout my body and soul until
I am hanging on the end of it. He does not just release me to swing back on
him, he pulls me, rams me back to him where I collide into his hard body.
The
fucking chains rattle! That's how you know when you're being fucked right, when
your body and everything around you quivers under the pounding.
"I'm
going to fuck you so hard until you beg me to stop," he thunders.
He
pulls me off his massive cock again, watching it slide out of me with wide eyes.
All my squeezing is futile, the oil has made me so slippery that I don't
understand how he's holding on.
I thud
back against him, and the chains rattle excitedly. There's no slowing now. He
yanks me out to the end of him and slams me back hard, over and over. The sound
of the chains becomes a solid ringing in my ears. Thrust after thrust impales
me, bringing back my tormented orgasm, coaxing it from its wounded depths. It
rears its head with a vengeance, squaring its self for an impressive finish.
His
hands squeeze deeper into my curvy hips as the joyous tears return to my eyes.
His lust is so overwhelming. My hands desperately ache to claw his chest.
"Give
it to me, Justin!"
His
thickness fills me again. My orgasm begins its charge, releasing its battle
cry. I drown out the sounds of the chains, the sounds of our bodies slapping
together and Justin's breathing and grunting. He doesn't fight my climax; instead,
he extracts it from me, taking it with force. He rides my bucking and jumping
body like a skilled jockey, ushering me faster and harder, extracting every
drop of my climax.
Finally,
he breaks me, winning the battle of my pleasure. The muscles around my vaginal
opening spasm on his thickness, no longer able to be controlled. My body slowly
softens. My screams become moans, and then deep breaths. I don't sense that he
is anywhere near his own orgasm.
We are
not done. This is not over.
Exceptionally
delicious!
Justin
glides his hard tool out of me and tears at the Velcro straps like a beast,
releasing my feet back to the floor. While he still has my arms bound, he takes
my oiled body in with his eyes. This is not to satisfy him; he's fueling and
igniting his hunger. I see his desire engulfed and burning.
My
knees weaken.
His
left hand reaches behind my head and twists up my hair. With an impolite tug,
he forces my head back, exposing my throat. I feel his tongue deliberately ease
up my throat to my jaw. He tilts my head back toward him, and loads my mouth with
his tongue, kissing me passionately.
Our
bodies press together. His cock is mashed between us on my oiled stomach. I
want it again. I want it in me.
As if
he read my mind, Justin lets go of my hair and yanks aggressively at the wrist
straps, setting me free only for a moment. Then he grabs and turns me and pushes
the top half of me to the floor. He slides a finger through my wet slit while
standing behind me. One hand squeezes my ass firmly as the other explores me
and spreads me open.
I
want it in me!
Finally
I feel the pressure of the engorged head of his cock nudging through my labia,
searching for my entry. Its massive girth bulldozes is its way inside as I gasp
for air.
"God,
yes!" I bellow.
There
is nothing for him to hold onto but my ass and hips. He pushed me so far
forward that my palms are almost touching the floor. He grabs my hips to secure
me in place and begins assaulting me gloriously. Once he finds a rhythm, I feel
him slide a hand around to my still hard clitoris and begin stroking it aggressively.
"You
feel so damn good!" he says hungrily. He thrusts his member into me to its
hilt, completely filling me. Eventually, my pulse becomes a
Whomp
in my
ears, a combination of my excitement and the blood pooling into my head.
On cue,
he takes himself out of me and forces me to the floor completely. He grabs me
like a brute and rolls me to my back, which makes my pussy twinge viciously.
I'm about to open my legs for him when he does it for me, lacking all
gentleness. Justin slithers up my oiled body like a serpent with his bulging
muscles rubbing against me everywhere. His cock burrows deep inside me without
any assistance from either of us, and when he arches above me, his body is
covered in a fine sheen of the lubrication he sprayed on me.