“Fuck, your breasts are perfect, my sweet,” he said, and gripped my already harden nipples between his thumb and index finger.
I circled my hips, trying to get closer to his knee, causing the vibrator to bury deeper inside of me.
He unsnapped one of my hands from the restraints and placed it over my clit. “Oh, Babe, that’s perfect. Work that beautiful pussy.”
He moved my hand to work my clitoris with just the right amount of pressure. I felt his cock grow hard and heavy against my leg.
He slipped his finger undermine and took over the massaging of my clit. My vision went dark as the most astonishing orgasm washed over me in wanton waves. He slid the toy out of me and left me alone again.
That experience was nothing I dreamed it would be. I expected to be beaten and humiliated, but now I felt more cherished than I’d ever felt.
Shocked, he didn't hurt me. Instead, he brought the blood to the surface and made my skin aroused.
After a few minutes, he returned and dropped to his knees. Leaning forward, he run his nose along the apex between my thighs. No, Drake, not that. I squirmed as he quickly jerked my legs apart. His hot breath rushed over my groin. I practically convulsed and screamed when he first scraped his tongue along my inner folds. No, please, stop. I can’t take it. I tried to squirm, but it was impossible to move. To my relief, he stopped and trailed kisses up my bulging stomach to lick his tongue over my navel. His kisses left a burn along my skin. He laid down beside me and trailed his hand up and down my body, gently cupping my breast, he softly bit it. My breast swelled in his grasp, my nipples hardening. His fingers slowly rolled over the other breast, elongating the nipple under his touch. I felt every touch all the way down in my groin.
I was so wet; the juices flowed down my thighs. My breath became more ragged as Sir moved his hand down my waist, across my hip, and cupped my groin. One finger slipped in as his thumb circled over my throbbing bud. I cried out as he fucked me with two long fingers. He started to palm my clit as he pushed his fingers harder and harder inside of me. I screamed out Sir and clenched the sheets in total release. Suddenly, he sat up and tugged the blindfold off my eyes. He was staring down at me with heat in his eyes.
“I want you to watch as I fuck your amazing body.” He trailed a finger down my breast, pinching a nipple. “You’re fucking unbelievably perfect.”
He threw off his shirt. I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam from the intent look on his face, over his ripped torso, and down to the impressive V formed by the muscles at his lower waist. He languidly unzipped the faded jeans he was wearing. His heavy, veined cock plopped in his hand. I involuntarily licked my lips at the thought of taking him into my mouth. The act of oral sex had always been a turn-off for me but I wanted nothing more than to choke on his dick.
He reached over to the edge of the bed and grabbed a foil packet, and then moved on top of me. Swiftly, he untied me, freeing me up to hold him. He moved between my legs, spreading them father apart, and made quick work sliding the condom onto his considerable length.
“Hold me,” he whispered. His hands were on either side of my head. He hovered over me, staring down into my eyes. “I’m going to fuck you, Mrs. Webb.” With those words, I felt the sting of his invasion. Neither the vibrator nor his fingers prepared my body for the size of his girth.
His mouth was slightly gaped as he moved inside of me. I held onto his forearms, matching each thrust with one of my own. He shifted to his elbows so I felt his weight as he moved more franticly in me. He was still staring at me with an unfamiliar look of lust. He pounded harder, picking up speed in a relentless rhythm. Something started to build in me, stronger than I ever felt before. My thoughts scattered as my body quivered uncontrollably beneath him. He pushed into me three more times, before his face scrunched together in his own release. He rolled off of me as he took deep but even breaths.
“You didn’t hurt me.” I finally managed to say after a few moments of collecting my thoughts.
“I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m soon going hurt a person who deserves nothing but kindness. Neither you nor I needed pain tonight.”
“Why? Why hurt someone if you don’t want them to hurt?”
“Sometime a little pain is better than a lot of pain. I’ll show you.” He shifted over on top of me and took a nip at my ear.
“How can you stand to show a woman who is so rubenesque pleasure?”
“Rubenesque?” His face twisted in pure horror.
“Fat,” I blurted out before turning my face to look at a flickering candle, rather than him.
"I know what in the fuck that means." He gingerly yanked on my hair, pulling me to my feet. He seemed pissed. He fished a remote out of his jean pocket and punched a button causing the lights to slightly brighten. He pulled me to a set of mirrors. At first, all I noticed was his bulging muscles covered in tattoos. Years of practice kept me from focusing on my own body. That was until he started kneading my breast into his oversized hand.
“I could kill your husband, right now. He has built it up in your mind that this voluptuous body is anything other than the treasure it is. I’ve fucked size zeroes that didn’t hold half the passion you hold in this stunning body.”
“Thank you,” I said, leaning my face against his shoulder and closed my eyes.
He pinched my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at myself. “These breasts,” he whispered as he worked his finger over my nipples. “They’re full and womanly. I dream of breasts like these.” He slid his hand down my waist. “This waistline has borne three children.” He did his heart-stopping smirk. “I do my homework. No, it’s not flat anymore, but it’s something so much more. It’s a life-giving vessel that any man would be honored to get to caress. These hips.” He slipped his hand down father to hug my thigh. “God, to watch them move causes my dick to stand at attention. I didn’t have you here tonight to prove a point or even get my dick wet, but because I have wanted to fuck you since you walked into my club.” The lights fully came on. “And I’m going to fuck this beautiful body for the rest of the night.” He raised my chin with the back of his finger and kissed me. “My name is Drake Hart, by the way.”
I gasped. Drake became possessed. He snapped. There was a primal need to control in his eyes. I trembled as he pushed me over at the waist.
“Hold your ankles,” he barked out. There was not an ounce of tenderness in his voice; all I heard was the no-holds-barred Dom. “I’m going to fuck you hard.” He yanked my hair, causing me to hold my head up. I gripped my ankles tighter.
He rammed into me with no mercy. My eyes closed at the intrusion. He slapped my ass with such force it caused me to bump my forehead into the mirror. “Open your damn eyes and watch me fuck this astonishing body of yours.”
My eyes popped open and I believed I couldn’t close them if I tried. I watched not myself but his face. He was consumed with a fire that I lit. Occasionally, I would start to droop and he would whack my ass. Every smack caused my skin to burn, but more, it caused my pussy to quiver around his massive cock. I started to beg for a spanking. He stopped fucking me, grabbed a wad of my hair, and dragged me to a small wooden bench. He threw me on it. “Lay down.”
I moved faster than I even knew I could. Sir tied me securely to all four legs of the bench then took a belt off the wall. He started mercilessly hitting me over and over. The juices started to spill out of my pussy. I bit my lip. I was going to have another orgasm from the bite of a belt.
“No,” I screamed out. That was not how my body was supposed to function. I avoided pain; I didn’t embrace it.
“Come, my little pain slut,” Sir hissed. It was the final straw. I came apart with one more blow of the belt and briefly passed out.
Drake Hart
Holy fucking hell!
I inhaled. The sight of her exquisite face scrunching up in an orgasm at my doing was only topped by the sound of her screaming my name. I was a lost man, no longer able to think of the future without
her in it. Much less, the next few days. Fear of giving myself over to someone was crippling, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind as I pounded my dick inside her, drowning myself in the waves of pleasure only Cherry Webb has ever given me.
She pulsed around my cock, making time stand still. I’ve had more than my fair share of beautiful faces, and so called perfect bodies, but not once had anybody made me feel as if I had seen God; pure ecstasy and unadulterated glory. Her muscles tightened and clenched around me. She was coming apart at the core. I kept pushing in her until her whimpers turned from moans to screams. Her entire body shook as she was washed with an earth-shattering orgasm, causing me to empty my seeds out in the plastic condom I was wearing.
I took three steps backed and watched another orgasm course through her delectable body. Her ass was stuck up in the air with the red imprints of a belt. I couldn’t stop from smiling. I had left that ass the way it should always be, branded.
Shit, I knew she was sweet, but she was even beyond that. She was the closest I would ever be able to get to heaven.
I tore the condom off and chucked it into the corner before untying her from the prison of ropes she was in. I took her in my arms and did something that shocked even me. I said, “Will you stay with me tonight?”
I never asked them to stay. However for once, there was nothing I wanted more. Why? I couldn’t put into words. I didn’t know how to be the knight. How to even give two rats asses about anyone, but she was what I needed. I knew without a shadow of a doubt; Cherry Webb was what I had spent a long time looking for. She had changed me. Hell, she touched an unexplored part of me. A part I didn’t even know I possessed but a part I wanted to explore further with her.
She nodded her head and held closer against my chest. I could get so damn use to this cuddling thing. If it was Cherry I got to snuggle. Maybe for once, I found the one I could be something other than an asshole to.
She started shaking so I held her back away from my body to see what had happened. Her eyes were soaked in tears. It ripped me to see her crying. I swept my thumb across her cheek, wiping a tear away.
“Why are you crying, my sweetheart?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve never had someone make me feel like that,” she answered then sucked her quivering lip through her teeth.
I burrowed her back into my arms, wanting her as close to me as I could possibly get her, and felt the rise and fall of her chest. “Well, I must be the luckiest damn bastard in the world because I got to. That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
In the past few days, she had shined a light on a part of me I liked.
Her eyes pierced mine. She didn’t believe me. She couldn’t understand. That was the best I had ever had. She was my best. But how could I convince her when I couldn’t even understand it myself. She had moved me. She was just a woman and hell, I’ve had plenty of women, and in a lot of ways she was like them all. I couldn’t tell you why she was different. What she had done to me that not one other woman had? Was it even fair to ask her into my life? Could I even learn what she needed? Did I really want to let my emotions out? I never dream my life would come down to this. Deciding whether to fight for the girl or simply to keep my go to hell lifestyle? I shook my head, trying to calm down as the tears still rolled down her face.
“I’m fat. A girl like me doesn’t get to have a guy like you.” Those words came from her lips unbidden and fast.
A girl like her. A guy like me. Her ex better pray I never run across him because I was ready to hurt him. Cherry was a gift I was just getting to open, and I was making it my new goal to force her to see what a precious prize she was.
I tipped up my lips into a smirk. “Oh, but you do, and I am going to spend the rest of the night proving to you that all you have to offer I want,” I whispered, and kissed her shoulder on the round curve where her arm began. “You’re a masterpiece.”
I scooped her up in my arms, and started to carry her back to the bed.
She lightly smacked her hand over my chest. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“The only thing I am going to do tonight is worship your body.”
Cherry Webb
I woke the following morning in Drake’s bed, and for a brief moment, I was not sure what time it was, and really didn’t care. After following Drake back to his condo, he had made love to my body and had given me more orgasms in one night than James had in sixteen years.
I would have laid there for hours if I didn’t miss the warmth of Drake and could smell bacon cooking.
I sat on the side of the bed and found that Drake had laid a fluffy white robe over a chair for me. On top of the robe was a small card inscribed with the following words.
Thank you for showing me that feeling is not always the worst thing in this big world. Often it is the best. I pray I can make you feel as perfect as you are. Yours, Drake
I found Drake sitting at the kitchen table twisting his cell phone around in his hand with a look of death on his face.
I walked over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup. Still he never said a word. I closed my eyes, sure he was going to tell me last night was a big mistake.
“I told you my name, and you haven’t even signed a nondisclosure agreement. Fuck, I even brought you home with me. I never bring them home.” He placed the phone down on the table and hopped up to pour himself a cup of coffee. “Hell, I like having you here,” he said, still without a trace of his remarkable smile.
I gulped backed the fear I was choking on, and took a sip of the coffee, scalding my mouth. I welcomed the pain. It distracted me from the pain in his eyes.
“Stay the weekend with me?” He tousled his hair back. “Your kids will be at their dad’s all weekend.”
I stood and wrapped the robe tighter around my body. How did he know? How did he even know I had kids? The night before came rushing back to me. I had slept with a man who I didn’t even know his name until after the fact. I was no better than my ex-husband. I was horny and tapped the first piece of good-looking ass that came my way. Since the night I had caught my ex-husband humping my so-called best friend, I had been locked in a prison of numbness. I had simply been going through the motions of life. Nothing had broken through. Except this one man. His touch left me reeling. I shook my head. He had obliviously left me unable to think straight because I would’ve never slept with any other man so easily.
“How do you know about my kids? How the hell do you know anything about me?”
I started to turn and walk away when I felt him at my back.
I rolled my head, tickling my cheek over the crisp hair on his chest, and could hear his heart beating, feel his breath on my cheek, and his warm skin against my back. I closed my eyes, no matter how much my body became alive around him, my head was fully aware that this was wrong. Hell, I could’ve almost been his mother. At least, a much older sister.
“It’s my job. I needed to protect myself. But the more I learned the more I wanted you.”
“You didn’t need to know anything about some girl you fucked for one night,” I whispered and took a step. I sure as hell don’t know crap about you. “This is royally fucked-up.”
My heart pounded almost as loudly as my head was screaming NO. I didn’t even take the time to change out of the bathrobe I was wearing. I simply grabbed my purse off the entry table and dashed out the door, leaving it open in my path.
“Cherry,” Drake yelled as I put my car in reverse.
Drake Hart
I stood in the doorway and watched the road long after she had driven away. My head tried to convince myself she was only a job but I knew that was a lie. Mrs. Webb quit being only a job when she fell through the door at my club. I haven’t felt this way in years. Maybe, ever. She trusted me with her body but not her true inner self. I had spooked her. The truth be known, all this spooked me too.
Dedication
My dedication is to my children T & N.
My beautiful daughter, if you could
only see what I see when I look at you; a girl with child-like wonder and a woman ready to take on the world wrapped in a package of pure beauty, grace, and love.
My curious son, you make each day brighter by the way you see it with a wonderment that exceeds even the greatest minds and a stubbornness to take on any challenge.
Soulmate
A person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet – a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong, and complex that you begin to doubt that you have ever truly loved before.
To my one true soulmate, thank you for showing me daily what true love looks like.
Love you always
Cherry Webb
I drove the short distance from his house to mine. It was the longest damn drive of my life. My first walk of shame. I let a man who meant nothing to me do things to my body I deemed dirty and immoral only days before. I was a piece of ass he probably had already forgotten.
I had never done anything even remotely close to this. Drake never made me any promises; didn’t even say it meant anything to him, but I thought we shared a connection.
I tapped my hand against the steering wheel. Every movement I made hurt. Not the kind of hurt that was caused by a physical ache but the kind that came from having your heart ripped from your chest. I had been dead inside for long enough, and would forgive myself for allowing one moment of complete liberation. I would never see him again anyway.