Tackling Her Heart (8 page)

Sofia worked a few inches of his cock
into her mouth, looking up at him as she engulfed him. His stare
was focused solely on her and what she did to him, the fire burning
in his eyes aflame with need. She worked slowly, taking an inch
here, an inch there, moving her head up and down, before licking
him from base to tip and back down.

Marc pressed a hand to her head,
slipping his fingers through her wet locks. He tightened them,
clasping her hair in a tight grip, but didn’t force her as she’d
expected him to. His hand shook slightly, she noticed, and it added
to her thrill. He was holding so tight to his own leash, and she
wanted him to break free. Sofia wanted to see what he looked like
in the throes of his own desire, to see him open and
vulnerable.

She knew it was too soon for him to
open to her like that, but that was her end game. Total access,
from the very soul of the man. A week wasn’t enough time to get
what she wanted, but if she could see but a glimmer of him, it
would be enough.

When she took him back into her mouth
and swallowed as much as possible, she felt a gentle coaxing from
his hand. She moved over his flesh, letting him set the pace he
wanted. Watching him, she noted what he liked the best and gave him
what he seemed to need. Marc’s hips started to move with the
strokes of her mouth, his body meeting her, thrusting slightly into
her mouth. His breath came in short pants, sweat beading his brow.
Sofia felt when his body tightened and knew he was coming closer
and closer to release.

“
I’m coming,” he growled
in warning, his head falling back.

She wouldn’t be warned off. Sofia
wanted to taste the man.

Marc’s shaft spasmed seconds before
his cum shot from his cock, and he groaned as his orgasm hit. She
quickly drew him from her mouth and let some of his seed land on
her tongue, the rest of it falling to his tight abs, which clenched
with each spurt from his cock. His face was contorted, almost in
pain, though she knew he was riding the razor’s edge of pleasure.
She pumped the shaft, milking the last of his cum from him before
leaning in to lick the remnants off.

There had been something powerful
about her getting him off like that. She’d been in control, and
even though he’d not truly freed himself, she’d seen a little taste
of what abandon would look like from him. Give her a few days and
she planned to see a lot more.

Once his breathing slowed, he rose and
padded to the bathroom. She heard water running and he returned
with a hand towel, wiping his stomach as he walked back.

“
I suppose that makes up
for me leaving you in the lurch a couple of nights ago,” Sofia
said, as she rooted around, looking for her bathing suit
pieces.

After dropping the towel, Marc picked
her up in his arms. “Why bother with your suit? I’m not
done.”

She stared at him, excitement flooding
her body. He carried her into the bedroom and deposited her on the
middle of the bed. Before climbing in with her, he fished a small
box out of his bag and tossed it onto the corner of the mattress.
Sofia wondered what was inside, her normal curiosity getting the
best of her. She reached for it, but Marc immediately pried it from
her fingers.

“
No peeking.”

She pouted slightly, her curiosity
only heightened by his refusal. “If it’s coming into bed with us, I
think I deserve to know.”

“
And spoil the surprise?
Not hardly,” he answered, pushing her down into the soft
bedding.

As soon as she was down, he used the
backs of his hands to open her legs. Marc gazed at her pussy,
seeming as curious about her as she’d been about him. He lowered
between her splayed thighs and immediately started touching,
tasting, and tormenting her. His hands were everywhere, all at
once—on her clit, through her folds, and inside her channel. His
lips trailed his fingers, nipping at her slit and laving the little
nub at the core of her.

She writhed under him when he put his
mouth to her entrance. Marc slipped his tongue inside her, flicking
it in and out like a miniature cock. He mimicked what she wanted
him to do. The thought of being split apart by his massive tool
both scared and excited her. Wetness eased from her, her mind and
his wicked mouth goading her to new heights.

Marc pressed his mouth to her clit
while she grasped the comforter with both hands to prevent her from
coming off the bed. The fire of his mouth burned her, with every
lashing slice from his tongue. When he pushed two thick fingers
past her entrance, the pressure was overwhelming. She knew he
prepared her body for his entry, but he needed to hurry before she
was completely done for.

Sofia gasped as he started moving his
fingers inside her. Palm up, he was making a motioning gesture
inside her, his two fingers massaging the walls behind her clit as
his tongue circled the little nub on the outside. The sensation was
immediately overpowering, and she realized he’d found her
g-spot.

A cry tore from her lips, the pleasure
too much. “Too much” she said, the feeling too strong. “I can’t
…”

He didn’t respond, only increased the
motions of his fingers inside her. White light burst behind her
eyelids, and her body was taut as a bowstring. Sofia came, harder
than she’d ever orgasmed in her life. Screams tore from her lips as
she felt wetness pooling between her legs. She pulled at his
shoulders, trying to get him to stop, but he kept on tormenting
her. Her clit was over-sensitized, and his touches bordered on
pain.

On and on they went, his fingers never
letting up on the torture as the orgasm stretched out forever. Her
body shook, aftershocks that were as strong as the first wave
striking to crash through her. Sofia pulled his hand away, refusing
his further tantalizing so she could breathe again.

She lay there, her body tingling all
over. Her lungs burned, her body weak. Sofia had never experienced
that kind of intensity before in her life.

When she’d come back down
to earth and could breathe once more, she rallied up the energy to
speak. “What
was
that?”

“
You’ve never had a g-spot
orgasm?” he asked with his wicked smile covering his
lips.

“
No,” she replied weakly.
But she sure as hell wanted another. And soon. Marc could enslave
her with those.

“
Did you like?” he
asked.

“
Yes would be an
understatement,” she answered.

Marc chuckled, sliding his fingers
back inside her. “It was a stupid question to ask. Your body told
me all I needed to know.”

He started to make the
same motion, in the same spot, and she groaned. “I
just
came,” she said,
laughing. Sofia tried to pull his hands away, but he refused her
insistent tugs. Yes, she wanted another soon, but this was too
soon.

“
I think I need to show
you who’s in charge here,” he said, withdrawing from her
body.

Sofia took a deep breath, her head
finally stopping its spinning.

Marc grasped the box and pulled out a
long black strap, with what appeared to be Velcro on either end. He
took one of her wrists and wrapped the thing around it. Too late,
she realized his intentions. Within a matter of seconds, he had
both her wrists bound and tied to the curved, wrought iron
headboard.

“
Marc?”

“
Shhh…” he countered
before slapping her ass cheek with one wide hand. The sting
reverberated through her, and she couldn’t ignore the blistering
heat the playful strike caused.

Marc went back to his task, inserting
his fingers into her wet pussy. It was too much sensation, but he
seemed unwilling to let the torture stop. Within a few more
strokes, she was gripping the cuffs, her body pushed back to the
edge. He’d found her weak spot and apparently planned to exploit
it.

Oh and how he was exploiting
it.

The initial overwhelming feeling
subsided after a few moments, and all she felt was pure pleasure
from his caresses. Mews came from her lips, little needful cries,
as he plucked and rubbed her most sensitive of spots. Sofia’s back
arched off the bed, the sensations swirling within her instantly,
his fingers coaxing her higher and higher.

Again she came, violently, the orgasm
so strong she screamed. And screamed. This wasn’t an orgasm she’d
ever felt before. Her entire body tensed and tingled as the
masterful wave crashed over her. Sofia couldn’t recall ever
screaming like that, her body exhausted from the enormity of what
he’d done to her.

After, she felt flayed, ripped open
and completely vulnerable. Sleep drew her down into the bed,
exhaustion making everything seem fuzzy around her. Sofia tugged at
the bounds on her hands, but she didn’t have the strength to pull
too hard.

Marc moved between her legs, the head
of his cock prodding her entrance. He covered her with his muscular
body, and she felt safe again. Wrapped in him, Marc was her shield,
protecting her from the outside world. He sank within her an inch
or two, the fatigue drifting away as her heart sped up.

“
Wait, we need
protection,” she whispered.

“
I’m wearing a condom,” he
whispered into her ear, nipping at the lobe.

Had she been so fuzzy she’d missed him
covering himself? She focused on the feel of him and sensed he was
telling her the truth. Skin-to-skin contact bore more heat, more
sensation.

As he slid into her halfway, she
blossomed around his thick cock, dragging a moan from her throat.
She felt animalistic, her screams and moans ripped from her body in
such a primitive way. Marc sank the rest of the way in, stretching
her apart and filling her as no man ever had. He was large, almost
too large, but he felt so good at the same time. Just like the man,
there was no doubt he was there, a large and intimidating
presence.

Marc’s lips found hers as he paused,
apparently letting her grow accustomed to his size. His body
trembled over her, as if he were straining to hold back. Sofia
kissed him back as ruthlessly as he kissed her, refusing to let him
know how much he had already shattered her. She feared once he
started moving within her, he’d shatter her even more.

Even so, she rolled her hips,
beckoning him to thrust.

He lifted on his arms and broke their
kiss, thrusting lazily into her depths. His gaze capturing hers, he
thrust again, this time with a little more power. Sofia held his
stare, silently willing him to do his worst.

Yet he drew out of her, a smile on his
lips. He rose to his knees and reached for the box, pulling it
closer. What was he doing?

Sofia looked down at his hard cock
jutting before him, and indeed covered in latex. Before she could
ask him a question, he flipped her onto her belly and leaned in to
kiss her bottom. A stinging spank followed the kiss, and she looked
over her shoulder to glare at him.

“
What? You didn’t like
that?” he asked with a cocky grin.

“
Why did you
stop?”

“
I haven’t stopped,” he
said, drawing a bottle of lube from the box. “I’ve just
begun.”

He squeezed some lube onto his
fingers, and her worst fears were realized. He’d played with her
ass the last time. There was no way he thought he would fit that
huge cock there this go round, did he? When he slathered the lube
over her asshole, she jerked, shocked he would be so
bold.

“
You won’t fit there,” she
said, her chest tightening.

Marc reached into the box and pulled
out an anal plug. “But this will.”

Sofia wasn’t sure she wanted that
inside her, but her body apparently had other plans. It was much
smaller and thinner than his cock, but almost as long. The end
tapered, perhaps to prevent it from going too deep. She writhed on
the bed, sweat breaking out on her brow as she looked at it in his
large hands. When he’d touched her puckered hole the other night,
it had felt better than she’d expected. So far he’d played her body
like a practiced musician, so why shouldn’t this potentially be as
good? She relaxed some, watching him closely.

After covering the plug in a condom,
he pressed the tip of it to her bottom. “Relax, Sofia. We’ll go
slowly.”

She let out a breath as he slowly
introduced the plug. He hit the tight band of nerves, and she felt
the toy stop, and a little lick of pain. Sofia groaned, the
pleasure and pain mixing. She wasn’t sure which was
stronger.

“
Relax. And
breathe.”

“
It’s too much,” she
said.

“
I haven’t been wrong yet,
have I?” he asked. “If you can relax, I think you’ll like
it.”

“
And if I
don’t?”

Marc kissed her back. “I will remove
it if you don’t and never ask you again.”

He continued to drop kisses on her
back, his free hand working under her belly to rub against her
throbbing clit. She relaxed some, the touch to her clit helping to
calm her.

Marc pressed a little harder, and she
felt the band of nerves open. The plug slowly slid into her, the
widening near the base making her cry out. But once she passed that
and the tapered end settled, she had an incredible sensation of
fullness she’d never felt before. Her pussy clenched, the need to
be filled by him again even stronger.