“I need to tie your wrists together.”
He inhaled sharply, his hands stilling. His whole body seemed to help him hold his breath.
“Above your head,” she said, pushing his strong arms there.
He didn’t resist as she bound them with her bikini top. He breathed more raggedly instead and got so hard he started leaking inside his Speedo. James had been her first lover, and she’d always been fascinated by his cock: the size of it and the heft, the way it responded so readily to almost anything she did. Their first game - which had happened by accident - had surprised her, because she hadn’t known he could enjoy sex more than he already did. She’d always thought one of his finest qualities was how much he loved fucking. She did too, and it was nice to be kept up with.
“Lift your hips,” she said, wanting to admire the picture he was making.
James lifted and she dragged his snug black swimsuit far enough down his ass to bare him. Digging between his thighs, she pulled his balls up so the elastic cradled them. His testicles were about half drawn up, and she knew she had time to play. Maybe he did too. He moved his hips restlessly, like he was trying to dig a deeper depression into the sand underneath the towel.
Rather than succumb to what she wanted, which was to plunge her aching pussy over that tall thick rod, Olivia stood and skimmed her swimsuit bottom down her legs.
When she stepped out of it, completely nude in the open air, James let out a groan that said better than words how sexy she was to him.
Because she thought it would flip his switches, she stepped over him like a Valkyrie, one bare foot firmly planted to either side of his hips.
“I am your queen,” she said, the words oddly natural.
“Yes,” he agreed.
“You’re here to serve me.”
“Yes.”
“Anything I ask of you, you must obey.”
His eyes dipped to the triangle of curls that declared her a true redhead. In her legs-akimbo pose, she was certain he could see her sexual moisture glistening.
“Anything,” he said hoarsely, making it a plea.
She dropped to her hands and knees so quickly he couldn’t help but gasp. She was crouched over him like a cat, unmistakably predatory. As she’d hoped, this flipped his switches too. “You won’t come until I say, no matter what I do.” This time, her darling husband could only groan.
She kissed him too quickly and too sharply for him to kiss her back. With the in and out rhythm of the waves as accompaniment, she nipped a stinging path down his long lean body. His nipples tightened for her biting kisses, and chill bumps broke out across his skin. His strong legs kicked when her fingers stroked the ticklish spots on his abdomen, and again when she stuck her tongue into his navel. The one thing he didn’t do was laugh.
He was too involved in what she was up to for that.
She’d reached his gorgeous erection. The thing stretched thick and flushed and veiny up his belly. It and he shivered when she blew on it.
For just a second, she wondered what other men looked like when they were this aroused. The thought disturbed her, and she shook it off. She didn’t need other men when she had James.
“I think my servant needs a bit more restraint,” she said.
They’d brought a little picnic down to the beach. Nothing elaborate, just sandwiches and salad and soda pop, bought ready-made from the small local grocery store. Olivia dug into the plastic bag to retrieve a rubber band she thought was the perfect size and thickness.
“Liv,” James said when he saw it, the word wrenched from him.
Liking that, she stretched the band between her fingers. “Tell me if it hurts.” She bound it twice around the base of his balls. Their skin got tighter and darker, partly from the way the rubber band forced it taut and partly from his excitement. She petted his fullness gently, trying to gauge if she’d gone too far.
She hoped not. She really liked the way he looked trussed up and on display.
People were so wrong about women not being visual.
“Too tight?” she asked.
He shook his head jerkily.
“Will the constriction make it harder for you to come?”
“I don’t know,” he whispered. “It’s
really
turning me on.” A shiver ran across her shoulders, his excitement heightening hers. Her pussy was squirming, like it was trying to rub itself. His eyes held hers when her gaze lifted, their goldy-green-blue darkened by the expansion of his pupils. He was no stranger, and yet she’d never seen him as pushed to the edge as this. She felt as if she were a stranger herself, as if together they’d crossed the barrier into Neverland.
Her mind flashed back to the odd second when she’d wondered what other men’s cocks looked like. Outside of magazines and X-rated movies, she’d never encountered one close up.
Momentarily nervous about what
her
eyes might reveal, she shifted her attention to James’s erection. Surely there couldn’t be a better visual than this. His hole was leaking more than before, the clear fluid trickling down the swollen crest onto his hard belly.
“I want to lick your cock,” she announced.
“My queen should do as she wishes,” was his breathless response.
Slick wet heat ran out from her sex. She wanted James to see it, wanted him to know what this game of theirs did to her. She turned her body to face his feet.
“I want you to pleasure me while I lick you.”
“Yes,” he sighed. “That’s what I’d like too.”
His bound hands settled on her butt, urging her down to him. Once she’d lowered, he shifted them between her legs, his corded forearms pushing her thighs wider. When his mouth settled over the spot he wanted, his thumbs reached back to work her clitoral hood up and down. Since his mouth was also working her, this meant his thumbs were pushing under his lower lip.
Olivia temporarily forgot what she’d meant to do to him.
Oh he was good at giving head, strong and quick and very sure of himself.
She groaned at how close to coming one hard suck pulled her.
“Don’t,” she said, fingernails digging into his muscled thighs. “Don’t make me climax so soon.”
He backed off, and she could think again - enough to take in the view anyway.
His cock and balls stared her in the face, a feast of the first order. Olivia was no porn star. She couldn’t deep-throat a man James’s size. She couldn’t moan cinematically or even toss her hair around like one. She’d have felt too silly. Her main advantages were willingness, curiosity, and knowledge of her partner’s sweet spots. And love. That was probably an advantage when it came to driving a man crazy.
Olivia crooked her little finger under the cinch of the rubber band, then let it go with a snap.
“Christ,” James cursed, his body jerking as his mouth fell from her pussy.
Olivia didn’t ask permission. She snapped the band again, drawing a wild cry from him. Then, before the sting on those sensitive nerves could fade from his consciousness, she took the swollen head of him in her mouth. She pressed the soft warm flat of her tongue against it, made sure her teeth were covered, and sucked him once as hard as she could.
He nearly came. The taste of precum flooded her mouth as his body writhed under her. She slapped her arms on his thighs, bearing down with her weight and not coincidentally increasing his sense of being restrained.
Then she sucked him again.
His cry was garbled, pain and ecstasy and shock all rolled into one. She gentled her suckling, but that wouldn’t matter now. She’d already pushed him to the edge, nor would he have forgotten that she’d ordered him not to come.
“Oh God,” he gasped, twisting both to and from her suckling mouth.
“Stop,” she ordered. Instantly, he froze, giving her a heady sense of power. As she paused to decide on her next order, James sucked in a great gulp of air, no doubt hoping to recover his control. “No more thrashing, servant. I want my hands free to work on you.”
“Yes, my queen,” he said in a thready voice. His body tensed but didn’t thrash as she moved her hands to his twitching balls.
She didn’t hurt him again. James responded well to variety and surprise. She cupped and compressed his scrotum, then ran three fingers firmly over the smoothness of his perineum. He had nerves here that liked massaging. Sure enough, his back arched off the towel, and he groaned more luxuriously. When she sucked the upper half of his cock back into her mouth, he returned his lips and tongue to her. His bound hands rested compliantly on his belly, fisting and then relaxing as she did things to him that felt good. She wasn’t sure he knew she could see. His reactions made a handy sexual litmus test.
She used this to lull his worries that he’d disobey her by climaxing. Letting him relax, she nuzzled his balls, then licked his penis repeatedly. Down and down she swiped her tongue on his underside, over and over like a metronome. Using her saliva to make him glisten, she painted the stretch between the sweet spot under his rim to the cinch of the rubber band. This would feel good, but it wouldn’t push him over. The muscles in his thighs stopped bunching.
“Liv,” he sighed, the sound pure sensual indulgence.
Deciding it was time for a change of pace, she licked four fingers and pushed them behind his balls, back onto his perineum, where the structure of his cock rooted. His bound hands didn’t fist up again until she teased her rubbing around the pucker of his anus.
He tried to cover the reaction, or possibly deflect her from noticing by stabbing his tongue into her pussy. Olivia was far too accustomed to focusing on him to fall for the ploy. Anal play was a game they hadn’t tried, but she’d seen signs before that he was interested. Perhaps he’d feared she’d find it distasteful, and hadn’t dared bring it up. Whatever his reasons, Olivia decided she’d stop waiting to be asked.
She pushed one wet finger into him to its first knuckle. He jerked and gasped, but in a way that made her think he welcomed the intrusion. Made bolder by this reaction, Olivia pushed the finger to its second knuckle and rotated. James choked out a sound, but she couldn’t doubt he liked what he was feeling. His cock swelled and his hips lurched up, shoving him farther into her mouth. A single pull of her cheeks had more of an effect than she anticipated. Suddenly he was thrusting with more purpose, his promise not to come forgotten.
More than willing to let him enjoy himself, Olivia wrapped one hand around his throbbing base to prevent him from gagging her. Going on the theory that two fingers were better than one, she drove a second into him. His anal muscles were more relaxed than they’d been initially. Far from resisting, his passage seemed to suck her probing in eagerly.
“No,” he gasped, but Olivia didn’t listen.
He felt smooth in there and warm. She scooted forward for a better angle, pulling her pussy out of reach of his mouth. Way too excited to mind, she started fucking her fingers in and out of him.
She didn’t even know how she knew to do it; maybe these things were instinctive. She felt weirdly sure of herself.
This
was the speed that felt good.
This
was the pressure that got to him.
“Fuck,” he swore, thrusting faster in and out of her mouth. The hard, slightly awkward rocking of his pelvis intensified the working of her fingers. Somehow knowing he would like it, she scissored her fingers wider and twisted them in half circle.
Despite the grip she had on his base, he shoved the head of his cock nearly to her throat.
“Damn it,” he said at the small uncomfortable sound she made.
She didn’t mean for him to stop. She’d have recovered in a few seconds. She didn’t get a chance to convey that to him. He wrenched out of her without warning.
Cloth snapped - her bikini top, she thought - because suddenly he’d twisted their bodies around in two directions and he was looming on top her. Before she could figure out how he’d done it, her wrists were trapped by
his
hands beside her head. His eyes burned furiously down at her, the blue-green drowning out the gold with anger. Angry or not, he was so excited his cock was dripping precum on her belly. He seemed ready to do anything to her, as long as it involved getting off.
Olivia abruptly understood why being dominated was arousing.
“I’m sorry,” she panted, her pulse pattering in her throat. “I thought you were enjoying that.”
He growled in answer, his teeth grinding. “God, Olivia. I can’t hide anything from you.”
Apparently, he could, or she wouldn’t have been confused. “Do I need to apologize?” she asked unsurely.
With another animal rumble, he crushed his mouth over hers.
She didn’t think he’d ever kissed her like this. He was assertive, yes, but this kiss was meant to overwhelm. Before she had a chance to adjust, to let him know she accepted it, his knees butted hers open. His hips came down in the space he’d made, his body as hot as a barbecue.
His grip tightened painfully on her wrists as he probed between her labia with his cock. He must not have wanted to release her hands. After a push or two he found her entrance, grunted into her mouth, then slung inside in one hard thrust.
She was so wet, so hungry that all she felt at his roughness was relief.
He gasped her name, tearing free of her mouth.
That was all the pause she got before he started fucking her like a maniac. A second later, she was meeting him with abandon, her hips bucking up at his. They went at each other so hard it felt like they were fighting.
“Yes,” she groaned, hitching up her knees and spreading her thighs wider. He shifted both her wrists into one big hand, then shoved the other under her bottom, controlling her thrusts to move her in better synch with him. She quivered so close to coming she knew she didn’t have much time to do what she still wanted.
“Let go of my right hand,” she said, trying to tug it free.
He shook his head and pumped into her harder.
“Yes,” she insisted. “I’m your queen, and I’ll do to you what I please.”
“Liv,” he said miserably.
She didn’t care. She knew he wanted this. The next time she tugged, her hand flew free of his. She spit on two fingers, then decided three would be better. His breath grew choppy as he watched her.