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Author: Tara Sue Me
Better than any fantasy I’d ever had.
Except, I told myself, it was really happening. I pulled out and watched my c**k slide back into her. She lifted her h*ps under me. Hungry. Needy.
And all at once, I was hungry and needy as well. “You think you’re ready?” I pulled almost all the way out, steadied myself, and slammed into her, pulling out just as quickly.
I glanced down to make sure she was okay and she was. She pulled against the restraints.
That’s my girl. My naughty, naughty girl.
I let loose then, thrusting into her, letting my body lead. She answered in kind, lifting her h*ps and meeting me. Drops of sweat beaded on my forehead, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
Under me, Abigail’s lips were parted. She was close. I thrust harder, picked up my pace, wanting to bring her to the edge with me. She started making a little panting noise.
“Come when you want,” I said, and her muscles constricted around me as she cl**axed.
I pushed inside her and held still, back arched against the pleasure of releasing into her. But I knew I could give her more, so I thrust again and again and was rewarded with the feel of her second cl**ax.
I dipped my head and struggled to catch my breath.
When I could breathe, I lowered myself to her and whispered in her ear, “One. ”
Her body was flushed with the pleasure I’d given her and a smile danced on her lips. She shifted her body, and I checked to make sure her restraints were okay. That she wasn’t too uncomfortable. She looked fine.
And by fine, I meant totally fuckable fine.
I rolled off the bed and went to the dresser. From the top, I took the hand salve and walked to the foot of the bed. I unshackled her right leg, took it gently in my hands and rubbed salve where the restraints had been. I took my time, making sure she wasn’t injured and ensuring nothing was sore. I repeated the action on her left.
“Do you know why I’m releasing your legs?”
She shook her head.
I put the salve back, making sure she could hear as I walked to stand by her head. “Because when you wrap those legs around my waist, my c**k will go so deep inside you, you’ll f**king feel me in your throat. ”
She mumbled something, but her face flushed and her heart pounded.
“Stretch your legs,” I said and stood by her side, giving her time to work out any soreness.
After I climbed back on the bed, I ran my hands up to her shoulders, rubbing them, making sure the restraints weren’t hurting or pulling too tightly. I glanced down at her face and watched as her lips parted. I brought my mouth down to the crook of her neck and kissed her gently, tasting the faint salty sweat that glistened on her body. Closing my eyes to better concentrate, I nipped the tender skin right at the edge of her underarm.
She sucked in a breath.
“Does it feel good, Abigail?”
She whimpered.
“Want me to make it feel better?”
“Yes, Master,” she said so low I could barely hear.
I took one nipple between my fingers and rolled it, pleased with the way it reacted to my touch. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes, Master,” she said again, arching her back.
“Tell me if this feels good,” I said, biting her tender skin gently.
She gasped, and I bit even harder, sucking as I did so, licking the very tip of her nipple.
“Ah, ah, yes,” she stuttered.
I slid a hand down her side and eased a finger into her. She lifted her h*ps up, trying to take me deeper.
“Ready to see how deep I can go?” I asked.
“If it . . . pleases you. ”
“Oh, Abigail,” I said, straddling her body. “You are pleasing me. ” I thrust my h*ps so my erection pressed against her belly. Even I was surprised at how quickly I’d recovered from our first time. “Feel just how much you please me. ”
She whimpered again and lifted her hips.
I took a hand and brought my c**k to her wet slit, easing inside. “Your legs. I want them wrapped around me. Take me all the way inside you. ”
She obeyed, and I pushed myself into her tight warmth. I worried briefly that it might be too soon after our first time, but her head fell back and she let out a moan. I pushed farther inside and heard myself moan.
I pulled out and started a steady rhythm, not as urgent as the first time, but still steady. I wanted to go slower, deeper. Wanted her to feel just how deeply we were connected. She lifted her h*ps and tightened her legs as I thrust.
Fuck.
I increased my pace. Damn, what she did to me. I felt my control slip as her heels hit my ass in time with every thrust. I started going faster.
She groaned, and I stopped long enough to check her expression. Complete pleasure. I went even faster, and when she started circling her hips, I almost lost it.
“Come for me, Abigail. ”
I thrust as deep as I could and felt her muscles tighten around me.
“That’s it,” I said, thrusting again. “Now. ”
She released around me and I followed seconds later. I dropped to her side, making sure I didn’t put my entire weight on her.
I rested for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of her at my side, before I got up. I took the thick comforter and cotton sheets from my dresser’s bottom drawer and placed them on the floor beside my bed, then put one of my pillows on top. It was as comfortable a pallet as I could make.
“You’ll sleep in my room tonight, Abigail,” I said, unbinding her arms and removing her scarf. She watched my every move. “I’ll take you again at some point during the night, and I don’t want to be troubled with walking down the hall. I made you a pallet. ”
She cocked an eyebrow at me. Eventually, I’d have to put a stop to that.
“Do you have a problem with my order?”
She shook her head, and I was thankful she didn’t choose to challenge me.
Still . . .
She slipped off the bed, carefully testing her legs as she stood, swaying slightly before she curled up on the comforter and slid between the sheets. I remained on the bed until I heard the heavy, steady breathing that told me she had fallen asleep. Then I climbed down and blew out all but one candle.
It was almost midnight and she needed to sleep for a few hours. Not everyone could function on the small amount of sleep I lived on. I crawled into my bed and put my arms behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. Only then did I allow myself to think about the fact that Abigail King was sleeping in my bedroom. That I had just taken her.
Twice.
I leaned over to watch her. Her lips were parted and her hair was splayed across her pillow in wild disarray. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
She started moaning in her sleep.
At first, it was faint, almost a whisper of a sound, but it gradually grew louder. Then she started moving and the sheet slipped from her shoulders, baring her breasts.
I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes.
You will not wake her up yet.
You will not wake her up yet.
You will not wake her up yet.
I tried running through the day’s stock quotes in my head.
Just until two o’clock. You can wake her up at two o’clock.
I sighed. It would be a long two hours.
“Wake up, Abigail. ”
It was two fifteen. I had waited more than two hours while she slept. Two hours of listening to her soft “fuck me” moans, two hours of lying in bed in the near dark, her barely clad body on the floor beside me.
I was harder than I had any right to be, after releasing inside her twice.
“Hands and knees on the bed. Quickly. ”
She blinked a few times, but crawled on top of the bed, not even making eye conta
ct.
I got even harder at the sight of her on all fours, waiting for me.
“Lean on your elbows. ”
She dropped immediately to her elbows so her ass and sweet pu**y faced me.
This would not be soft. This would not be gentle.
I ran my hands down her back and pushed her legs apart. “You were tight the other way, but you’ll be even tighter like this. ”
My hands made their way back up her body, cupping her breasts. I palmed and played with them. She was already wet when I dipped a finger in her.
Sweet dreams, Abigail?
I gathered some of her wetness and trailed my finger up to her ass. “Has anyone ever taken you here before?”
No. No, they had not. I knew as much from her checklist, but I still wanted her to tell me.
She shook her head.
“I will. ”
She tensed beneath my hands and that surprised me. Anal sex was not one of her hard limits. I ran over her checklist in my mind. No, it wasn’t a hard limit.
“Soon,” I said, dropping my finger and watching her relief as she exhaled shakily.
She was scared. That was fine. I could work with scared. I would be gentle and patient as I pushed through this fear. She would end up loving it.
But for tonight—
I guided my c**k to her wet pu**y and wrapped her hair around my wrists. The hair that had been splayed across my pillow for the last two hours. The hair I’d been wanting to reach for and run my fingers through. It was softer than I remembered. With a pull of her hair, I pushed myself inside her for the third time.
Would I ever get tired of the way I felt sliding into her?
Damn, I hoped not.
She moaned.
Did it feel as good for her?
Damn, I hoped so.
I pulled back and thrust into her. Fuck, she was tight. My head fell back as I moved. Tight and hot and wet. When she started pushing herself back toward me, I groaned. I feared I was being too rough on her, but the sounds she made told me differently. I kept going, pushing harder.
She thrust back into me with a grunt.
Oh, yes.
I slammed into her once more, holding still as she yelled with her release. Her clenching muscles triggered my own cl**ax and I gasped with its force.
She collapsed onto the bed once I withdrew from her. I watched her for several long moments and wondered if I’d planned too much for this evening. But she’d cl**axed every time, I reminded myself. Enjoyed them all.
I thought back to how she’d looked just moments before—her hair in my hands, my c**k buried deep inside her. Those last few seconds when she’d actually screamed with her pleasure.
Fuck, I was getting hard again.
But I knew I couldn’t take her again. She would be sore enough as it was.
Change of plans, then . . .
I rolled her onto her back, and her eyes flew open.
Had she been asleep?
I wasn’t sure, but she was wide-awake now. I pushed my h*ps toward her face. “Round four, Abigail. ”
She looked around the room. What was she doing?
“Look at me. ” I took her head in my hands and turned it back to me. “I’m your concern right now. Me and what I tell you. And right now I want you to serve me with your mouth. ”
She opened her mouth obediently—willingly—and I dropped to my knees, straddling her, while I leaned my head against the headboard.
She dropped her head back, taking me deep into her mouth. Her hands came up to my balls and stroked me as I thrust in and out.
Damn.
Her hands, fuck, her hands were magic. Stroking and teasing while her mouth worked its own kind of magic. I let out a groan as I thrust in time with her sucking, her lips creating the sweetest friction possible on my cock.
All too soon, I felt my release building.
“I’m going to come,” I warned as I pushed into her one last time. I rammed myself deep to the back of her throat and held still as I released in several long streams.
Damn, that shouldn’t even have been possible. Not after coming three times already. I fell beside her in a breathless heap. She turned to me, and I moved closer. “I think you just broke my record,” I said.
She smiled and waited.
“You may go back to the floor. ” I felt a little bad, but while I wanted her in my room, I wasn’t quite ready to have her share my bed. It would be too much, too soon. I needed to keep some sort of control.