His hands tightened on her br**sts, and he bit down on her earlobe. ''Answer me;' he growled, and just as the words "No, only you" left her mouth, he slid into her, hot and hard and so big that she had to stretch to fit him. Again.
"Good girl;' he said, and she tried to buck her hips back into him to mate with him. He pulled out, and she nearly cried out at the sudden emptiness.
"I thought you understood;' he said, his voice low and hard and so damn seductive she was practically coming like that, with his hands on her br**sts and her clit pressing into nothing more than his white cotton sheets. "You'll do what I tell you to. Nothing more:'
Instinctively she fought him, using all her strength to try and wriggle out from beneath him, pulling at the bindings at her wrists. But he was strong, so much stronger than she was, and in an instant his hands were on her hips and he was holding her still, his c**k poised at the entrance to her dripping cunt. Oh, God, all she needed was for him to press his thumb into her slit, to drive his huge length into her, and she'd be gone. "I know you're a bad girl, Vanessa. And I like that:' More blood swelled at the tip of her br**sts, at her clit. "But sometimes even bad girls need to learn how to be good. How to say please. And thank you:' She couldn't help it, she had to say something. Something to let him know that controlling her wouldn't be easy. ''And you think you're going to be my teacher?" Her words came out sarcastic and flippant, and she felt him smile behind her.
"Say please, Vanessa:'
She shook her head no. And wiggled her ass against his hardon while she was at it. To remind him that he needed her as much as she needed him.
"You like to make men beg, don't you?"
She smiled into the pillow. "They always do. You will too:'
He moved his hand from her hip bone, in toward her belly. "Not today. Say please;' he said again, and this time his fingers were an inch from her clit. Inside her head she was screaming "PLEASE!" and had to bite down on her lip to keep the word from pushing out her lips.
"I'm waiting;' he said, nudging her legs further apart with his hard thigh. His free hand rode up her rib cage again to the base of her br**sts. "You can have everything you want, Vanessa. Just say the word." Her need for him broke her then. "PI-" she began, the word getting lost in her gasp as, all at once, he rammed his c**k into her, pressed the flesh of his thumb against her aching clit, and squeezed her nipple. Her orgasm hit her so hard that everything went black. She thought her stomach, her br**sts would explode with the force of her pleasure, and she was glad for the pillow to mask her screams. His c**k crashed in and out of her with a violence that she met thrust for thrust. The walls of her cunt squeezed him tighter and tighter as her orgasm crested, and as she fell back down to earth, as she remembered how to breathe again, he freed her wrists and flipped her onto her back. He tied her arms to the bedpost and she was his captive again.
His shaft was in her mouth and she sucked at him desperately, wanting to feel his hot seed shoot down her throat. He'd won and she'd been so glad to be beaten, but milking him with her tongue, with her lips, was her chance for redemption. But as quickly as he'd filled her mouth with his penis, he took it away. "I know what you want, Vanessa. I'll always know;' he said, and she forced herself to open her eyes, to stare straight into his green depths.
"You won't;' she said. "You can't." But her protests sounded feeble. Because she already knew that he was right. He was the only man who could see her as she truly was. The only man who'd ever dared to try. He ignored her weak objections, choosing instead to suck on her ni**les, laving them one at a time until she was writhing again, utterly at his mercy. Just the way he wanted it.
Tempt Me. Taste Me, Touch Me
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"Right now, for instance;' he said in a conversational tone, as if they were sharing scones over tea and not fighting each other for dominance in his bed, "you want me to spread open your thighs, don't you?" She glared at him, or tried to, but it was hard to scowl when all she wanted was to scream "YES," to shove his head down to her pu**y.
"Oh, yes;' he said with a grin that bordered on evil. "I can see it in your eyes. You want me to lick your cunt with my tongue. Long, hard strokes. You want me to circle your clit, to make you so hot, so horny that all it takes is the lightest flick and you'll fall over the edge. Don't you?"
She couldn't glare anymore. All she could do was close her eyes and will herself not to beg him. He'd be so full of himself if she let him win. Again.
"I want to taste you, Vanessa;' he said, and the heat in his voice made her open her eyes against her will. "But I don't think a good girl would let me do that, would she? A good girl wouldn't let me get her off with my tongue, with my teeth, with my mouth. A good girl wouldn't let me finger-fuck her until she came again, first one finger, then two, squeezing them so hard that I couldn't help myself and I had to slide into her pu**y. A good girl wouldn't let me tie her to the bedpost so that I could take my c**k out of her slick cunt and watch her suck it."
Her tongue shot out to wet her dry lips-he was amazingly good at this-and his hungry eyes devoured her. No one would win today.
Then again, maybe they both would.
"I'm not a good girl;' she said, and when he grinned and said, "Thank God;' she closed her eyes and let her legs fall open beneath his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. Just as he'd promised, he sucked at her, then fingerfucked her, then followed his fingers with his cock. But she never got the chance to taste him again, because once he was inside, there was no going back. For either of them.
He untied her wrists in one deft movement, and she wrapped her arms around his hard, wide shoulders, loving the play of muscles beneath her fingertips. Her legs were already around him, pulling him closer, tighter against her. Their bodies were slick with sweat, with heat, and the sheets twisted beneath her back as their passion raged further out of control. They came as one, their bodies entwined, each claiming one another in an unforgettable kiss.
And in that moment, Vanessa knew that loving Sam like this was the biggest mistake of her life. There would never be another man as good as him.
Both in bed. And out.
Her orgasm barely finished, she pushed away from him, pushed out of the bed and picked her dress up from the floor, slipping it on over her sweat-slick skin
"Leaving so soon?" he asked, looking down at her shoes, at her feet that were already in them. "It's been fun, Sam, but I think it's time for me to get my painting from the window and head back home." She didn't know what she expected him to do, although arguing with her would have been a start. Telling her he couldn't live without her would have been good. Saying he couldn't paint without her would have been nice too.