In three steps I’m at the bed, my mind tangled with how to begin. How to bring her what she needs as quickly as possible.
“Stand up,” I order as I unfasten the last button on her blouse.
I move my hands under her arms, lifting and steadying her until she plants her feet on the mattress. We are face to face and I still barely understand how she can’t grasp just how stunning she is.
For a long moment I forget to breathe, staring into the face that God must have carved out of a thousand angels just for me.
A pink blush rises on her cheeks, her lips darkening as they hang open. Her soft sweet breath comes faster as her eyes look to me for direction.
For protection.
The blouse is a memory, tossed aside as I bury my face into that sensuous place at the base of her neck. I kiss her there as I run my hands up and down her bare back, stopping only to unclasp her bra. I hate it at that moment. It's the only thing keeping her tits from pressing against me.
When our bodies come together, chest to chest, heart to heart, the animal in me starts to claw its way out. There is an ascension of the energy between us when that happens. We couple like intricate puzzle pieces made only for each other.
Our breath is warming the air around us. Every movement is beautiful. She arches into me when I finally free her from the fabric keeping her tits from my mouth.
I pull her back, sending my teeth onto her lush orb, pulling on the hard, round peak until she yelps and her nails cut like razors into my shoulders.
We go from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye. We are breath and arms and flesh and need. It grips me low in my gut. The tension. The tightness that only she’s ever been able to bring me. It’s carnal. Instinct. We both want to fuck away everything that's happened.
It’s not about me. It’s about her. It’s about how badly I want to give her things no one else can. How badly I want to hear the sounds of her pleasure until her voice is raw and her body is slack. My dick will be the first and last to ever bring her this kind of pleasure.
I want to feel the cum run out of her like a river, as I drink her in, as I settle my mouth between her legs and feel that magic engulf me when she cums on my face, over and over.
My hands grip each breast, holding them high and together as my mouth devours her, leaving red and purple marks which make the beast in me even more ravenous. I can’t stop moving from one side to the other, worshipping her, sucking her deep and full into my mouth as my tongue explores the tightening texture of her nipples.
My fingertips dig into her as my teeth bear down between her tits, where I have pushed them together. I lay my mark on one side, then the other, and though she is yelping and wincing, her hands move to the back of my head. She pushes me deeper into the softness of her chest.
Heat is growing between us, like we are beginning to glow as we are joined. The intensity rises as I increase the depth of my bite.
I release her when I feel her body start to shake and her high pitched yelp begins to crack her voice. She lets out a quivering sigh and melts into me, my arms holding her in place even as I feel her legs starting to give way.
“You trust me?” I bring my hand around from her back and cup her chin.
Her eyes are already drooping, unfocused, and I see her swallow, trying to make sense of my question. I squeeze her chin, giving her a sharp smack on the side of her ass with my other hand, focusing her.
“Owww.”
“Answer me,” I grunt.
“Yes.” She’s back with me, her eyes on mine.
“With everything? With all of you?”
She nods, but the beast inside me isn’t satisfied. He always wants more.
“Say it. Tell me what you know I want to hear.” My brow draws together, the tendons in my neck stand out. But even though I want to give her pain, I don’t want to hurt her.
I want to help her.
“I trust you. I trust you with all of me. I belong to you. All of me to all of you.” Her voice deepens with each word. Her hands move to the sides of my face as my own breath deepens and I feel like a predator looking at his willing prey.
She gives me exactly what I want, and it only serves to sear my ownership of her into me deeper. I need to ravish her until she’s near ruin, because in my crazed brain, I want to take all her soft innocence and make her filthy. Covered with my cum, her body wracked with so many orgasms she craves me constantly.
I fight with the button on her slacks, then the zipper, and suddenly I’m tearing them off of her, looping one arm around her waist, lifting her.
She kicks her feet as I raise her upright off the bed, sending them away, and as the white fabric settles on the floor around my feet I lay her down, taking in the glory of her form.
The sounds she’s making, soft and needy as my eyes drift up to hers, have my cock leaking pre-cum, soaking my boxers.
She’s watching me watch her.
Then she looks at my lips as she licks her own. She is everything sexy in this world to me, driving a stake through my heart as the mixture of voluptuous innocence and tangible sexual need shoots from her eyes.
Every time she pushes me to where I am now, this place where something inside of me turns and I can’t fight the primal need to exert my ownership over her. I need to penetrate her in every way until she bends to my will.
“Spread your legs. You know better.” My voice is raw; my face is strained as my hands drop to the buckle on my belt.
The clinking sound is all I hear next to my heart racing as I release the metal, the swoosh as I jerk the length of leather from fabric, doubling it over in my hands and snapping it against my other open palm.
Her eyelids flutter as she raises both hands above her head and her knees fall open. This is the position she knows I demand, the rules we’ve established when we fall into these moments. It should be instinct for her, but that single moment of doubt has earned her exactly what we both need.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her eyes pinned on mine. There is no fear because she knows I will only take her as far as she needs to go.
“What do you do when I lay you down like this? What do I want when I put you here?”
She takes a breath before the words come, her knees falling open several more inches. The animal in me growls and rears up as I admire her, admire the stunning pink, curvy magnificence of what belongs to me.
The gash between her legs is slick with juice. Her body calls to me. The way her curves soften as she stretches out, offering all of her to do as I wish. The scent of her lust hits me like a hammer and I want in there deep.
My mouth waters as my eyes drift slowly over every succulent inch of her.
I want it all. I want to know all about her. Before I met Promise I didn't know shit about what clothes sizes meant. I'd never bought anything for a woman, never had any desire to make decisions about what they wore. Such meaningless choices. I never even wanted to buy shit for a woman before her.
But wanting Promise means wanting her completely. I know to most guys that's weird shit, but I want to know everything. Every time she has a cramp, every thought and feeling, every measurement.
I know her bra size is 36D, her waist is 37. I know her pants are a size 14. I even know the different styles of panties she likes to wear, depending on the time of the month. I know everything. And as for the panties, she's quickly learning that they're becoming unnecessary. Soon I'll ban them altogether. Because I need fucking access. Skirts and no panties. That will be the new dress code.
But that order will wait a bit longer. I'm fucking busy right now.
I tip my head waiting for her answer. She’s spread wide now, doing what I wish, but I need her to acknowledge with words where she fell short.
She understands what we're doing. I’m a demanding fuck in a lot of ways, but I give more than I take.
“When you lay me down . . .” She takes a slow inward breath, her chest rising as she pushes up on her toes a few inches, scooting her feet even farther apart to please me.
Which it fucking does.
She bites her lip before she continues. My hands are firm on her bent knees, the belt dangling from my grip. I lean forward, unable to keep myself from being drawn closer to the scent of her pussy. It has its claws dug into me like a raptor.
“ . . . when you lay me down, you want to see all of me. I’m supposed to show you what’s yours. Open myself to you, willingly giving myself to you.”
“Good girl. So why didn’t you do that when I put you down? Why did you close your legs? You know that's insulting to me, when you cover what’s mine.” My voice rumbles in my chest as my eyes eat her from above.
Even I don’t completely understand it, this fire that she brings out in me. She’s my sickness. Her body is my playground. Her orgasm is my fix.
“I’m sorry. I forgot, you can be very distracting, you know.” She gives me a wide-eyed, lost-at-sea look and all I want to do is ram my tongue inside her pussy so far she’ll think time has stopped.
My eyes linger on her coy lips, the smallest of vixen smiles playing over them, turning them upward. It contrasts with her ivory-doll-like innocence. It makes me feel like a newly released convict, ready to raise hell on a sacrificial virgin.
Her belly trembles.
Good, I’ve trained her well. Her body knows what’s coming and it’s all good for her. She knows there is a buffet of quivering orgasms coming her way. I won’t stop until her cum is dripping down the insides of her luscious thighs and her voice is raw from screaming my name.
The streams of light make stripes across her soft flesh. The belt in my hand is twitching, ordering me to mark her. I’ve never used a belt on her before, just my hand. And when we played like that, when the time was right and we were both in that headspace, it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
She’s eyeing me, then the belt, then back to me. Waiting like a good, sweet slut. A flicker of excited fear crosses her face as I tighten my hand on her left knee, pressing it over toward the other, turning her.
“Ass up,” I order.
She gives me one last sideways glance before inhaling deeply. As she maneuvers onto her knees, head down on the soft white duvet, I hear her release the air from her lungs and relax.
Yes, relax. No, it’s more than that. She’s giving herself to me, to do as I wish, putting her trust in me to give her what she needs.
She knows I will stop in a second if she says the word. From the first time I brought my hand on her ass, we entered into this contract. She has the power to stop anything if it is too much for her. One word and it all stops. We regroup.
It hasn’t happened, but she has that power. She has more power than she knows.
I double the belt over, smacking it down twice into my own palm, gauging the sting. The sight of her ripe, round ass, and the contrast of the pink, wet gash of her pussy, turns my thoughts more depraved than usual.
Her fingers tighten on the snow white fabric. Her eyes close and she pushes her weight back toward me another inch. Inside my head the beast is buzzing, screaming for his own perverse desire.
But this moment is for us both.
The first smack of the leather on her ass lights the room with her sensuous, painful gasp. Her body shudders and her mouth opens. It stings, but it doesn’t hurt. I would never hurt her; only give her the sensation she craves. And if the rush of clear, sweet cream from her pussy is any indication, I’ve hit the damn sweet spot.
“Good girl.”
I cock back and let another slap ignite across her white flesh.
Two crimson stripes appear immediately, and the sight of them–my marks on her–has my dick raging and turns my mind manic. My flesh crawls with heat.
I don’t know how she becomes more beautiful in these moments, but she does. I couldn’t desire her any more if she was every fucking Victoria’s Secret model bundled into one.
Her face relaxes. Her mind is clearing. And when she is in this moment, there is a peacefulness that comes over her. The sensation is not just pain. It focuses her. And she knows it ignites something in both of us that only makes what comes next deeper and more passionate than any previous measure.
Twice more I bring down the belt. Promise yelps through her smile and I watch the muscles in her back tighten. My dick is leaking and I practically cum all over myself looking at how fucking beautiful she is. But I talk myself down. I get it under control, because one cardinal rule is my girl always cums first.
“Good girl.” I drop the belt, my fingertips grazing over the four stripes, two on each side. Promise melts into the bedding. “Did you like that?”
“Mmmm.”
It’s all I get but the sound is like music. A softness in her voice tells me she is gone for the moment, gone from all the things that cloud her head. She is completely mine and I plan to show her exactly what that means to me.
My heart melts. The stress is draining from both of us and in its place is a raw, tense, sexual energy just waiting to be released.
My mouth is watering. No, practically drooling, as I kick off my boots and drop trou in six seconds flat. Before she can take her next breath, both my hands are firmly on top of the heated, red skin of her ass. As fast as humanly possible, I spread her with my hands, drop down and ram my tongue as far as I can into her sweet, soaking pussy.
Both of us let out a moan that would have put any neighbors we had on notice. But since we are the only ones in the building, our sounds echo in the ceiling and make me hotter than an angry hornet.
Her silky, sweet cunt is running like a river. I drop the belt, snaking two fingers gently over the rising pink streaks, listening to the subtle changes in her breathing as I lower my face and replace my fingers with my tongue. Tracing the lines, I exchange my tongue with kisses, my hands digging into the lush flesh of her backside until I moan along with her.
“Beck . . .” she whines.
“You needy, babe?” I drag my face lower, spreading her ass cheeks with the dig of my massive hands, breathing on her soaking cunt, teasing her. Her lust smells like sex candy and it’s hard as fuck not to dive right in, but I want her quivering and begging. “Touch yourself, let me see your fingers inside you. Get some of this sweet pussy on your fingers and taste yourself.”