“Relax, baby,” I say, bringing her hips back to me. “You want to purge those negative feelings? You need to feel something new.”
Leisurely, I run my tongue across every slit I find, but I take my time with her higher one.
“Ian…” Her sweet whimpers tell me I’m doing a good job. “Please fuck me.”
“I would love to,” I mutter into her flesh. “First, I have a surprise for you.”
The tiny metallic toy with a flared base touches one of her lower cheeks. As if she instantly knows what it is, Kathryn juts forward, trying to get away from the invasive toy.
I won’t let her.
“Relax.” I tease her pussy, wetting the toy until it’s so slick in my hand that I almost drop it. Then I push it toward her puckered opening, delighting in the way her whole body shivers – although shivering does not help me fuck her ass. “Didn’t you hear me?” I pinch her cheek. “Relax and let me in.”
After one deep breath coming from my blindfolded princess, Katie slightly opens her legs more and pulls on one of her cheeks, opening herself to me and the toy soaked in her wetness.
Once I get past her initial resistance, it’s easy to penetrate her. The toy sinks to the flared base, a silver chain hanging from the end and bumping into her pussy. I tug on the chain and bring it along her slit, listening to her moan, and feeling her tremble.
“Do you like how that feels, Katie?” I already know the answer, but I want to hear it.
“Yes…”
“Has anyone ever entered your ass before?”
“N… no.”
“Not even with a toy like this?”
“No. Are you going to…?”
I hear a wistful tone in her voice. “Not tonight. One step at a time.”
Trust me, my cock has other ideas. Sometimes, though, I do have control over it!
“Now, tell me again what you’re so uptight about.” I stand up, admiring the chain dangling from her ass. My hands hold her hips, and I let my cock rub gently against her thigh. “I’ll give you a spank for every one. When I spank you, think of that problem being banished from your mind.”
It takes a few seconds for her voice to come into focus. “I feel inadequate.”
You may think it’s cruel to spank a woman for confessing that, but the moment my hand strikes a clean spot on her skin, she wails, that cry purging her soul and body from anything that ails it. Namely, feeling inadequate. Do you think she feels that way now? Hardly. She submits to me, yes, but I’m providing a service.
“Do you still feel inadequate?”
“No…”
“What else?”
“I feel like I’m not doing enough for my career.”
Spank!
“I don’t want to disappoint my family.”
Spank!
Her thighs glisten from her arousal making its way down skin and curves. Between the plug in her ass and the spanks she receives, Katie is probably halfway to orgasm. With each spank, she spreads her legs on the ottoman more, urging me to fuck her forgotten hole. In time.
“I feel insecure about the way I look.”
My hand hovers, ready to come down again, but I can’t bring myself to do it. Not until I get some clarification. “What do you mean by that?”
Her ponytail trembles along with the rest of her. Is she crying? No, no, Katie, don’t cry. Use your safe word before you’re brought to tears! “I kinda meant what I said at your house. Sometimes I feel I could be any blonde in your bed.”
“Don’t you think that.” My palms, my fingers massage her bruised flesh and gently tug on the chain hanging from her ass. “You know what? It’s true that I think blond women are the most gorgeous, but I didn’t think that until I met you twelve years ago.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Katie. I think you created a complex in me.”
Her tiny grin soothes my own nerves. “I’m done confessing, sir. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
I stroke her hair, watching that blonde I just confessed to loving spill over her side and brush against the ottoman. “Do you feel better?”
“I do. But I would feel even better if you…”
Two steps ahead of her, I round the ottoman, dropping my zipper and presenting her mouth with the head of my erection. “Would give you my cock. Yes, I figured. Your only order is to not make me come. You’ll be happier if I don’t yet anyway.”
I don’t give her time to answer before I shove my cock in her mouth.
Her fingers clench the edge of the ottoman for balance as I take over everything, giving over to my own urges for her and fucking the back of her throat. Her gag relaxes without contest. Her muffled voice acclimates to moans. Her teeth graze my shaft, but it doesn’t hurt – in fact, it feels pleasurable. I told her to not make me come, but it’s going to be difficult.
I hold her head between my hands as I take her mouth, delighting in the hum of her throat and the hot breaths enveloping me. I fill her whole mouth, easily, and I wonder if I took off the blindfold I would see her gazing at me, adoring me. I don’t risk it, however. Looking her in the eye really would make me come, and I’m determined not to yet.
All I want is to fuck her.
This is my way of purging my own negative thoughts. I don’t need to confess them to her. She knows my own insecurities, and I have plenty of them, like anyone else. I’d rather rid my mind of them this way, however. It doesn’t hurt anybody, not even her. In fact, I hear that whine in her moans that begs for more.
“Suck my cock, Katie.” I can’t hold back the gravel in my voice. “That way you can’t accidentally say anything more.”
Her lips relax around my shaft. She tries to follow me as I pull out, but my hold on her head keeps her back. Instead, I thrust back and forth, watching my tip, my shaft disappear in and out of her open mouth. The last time I do this, her saliva hangs from my tip and slips down the corner of her mouth.
She’s soaking wet on both ends, and I’m about to burst.
Everything hurts, in a delightful way, as I round the ottoman again and bring her hips toward me. “Say it, darling,” I growl. “Say you want my cock.”
“I do, sir.” Her gasps sound like they’re from another world. Good. She’s entering a better headspace. “Please! I can’t take it anymore. You’ve got a plug in my ass and…”
She sounds like a maniac when I pull apart her folds with my thumbs and shove my cock into her. “And my cock in your pussy. I know, darling.”
So it begins – and ends.
I welcome the sounds of her moaning, crying out, and near shrieking as I thrust into her, grab her ponytail, and tug on the chain in her ass. It’s all a symphony of pleasure to me. A symphony I appreciate more now that my cock has made its way home into the depths of Kathryn’s sumptuous body.
Her heat astounds me. She nearly burns, her need for me the fire that’s calling this moth to the dangerous flame. I can’t help it. I need her as much as she desires me. I’ll push in as deep as I can, feeling her innermost places and preparing to devour her, to mark everything I touch so no other man could possibly think he can have her.
It’s these barbaric moments that make me feel the closest to heaven.
“Ian!” She’s screaming my name, but I can’t listen, because I’m so awakened to the slickness of her flesh and the tightening of her inner walls. “Please, please come in me!”
How far we’ve come. From her crying at the thought of me losing myself in her, to her begging for nothing else.
I want to. I want to come in her. My cock is about to stage an uprising if I don’t.
The sound of our bodies conjoining.
The scent of her, of me, of us becoming one.
The taste of it on the air.
The sight of my wet cock sliding in and out of her glistening folds, feeling how ready she is inside to accept me.
It all becomes an erotic menagerie that is truly a banquet for this man’s senses.