Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

LIZZIE

I screamed and pulled on the leather restraints. His thighs pressed against my ribcage, making it hard to breathe. He reached behind him and slid two fingers once more into me.

I groaned.

This was sick and wrong. His domination and abuse should not be turning me on. The man had made me crawl across a floor! And yet with every movement I could feel his eyes on me. Knowing he was watching the sway of my hips and leering at my naked ass caused a tremor to course down my limbs. There was a strange sort of empowerment knowing my submissive response was enthralling him.

An odd current of power being exchanged back and forth between us.

A game of wills.

I kept tensing, waiting for him to suddenly spank my exposed ass. I was almost disappointed when he didn't. Although I remember too well the frisson of desire when he threatened to get the strap. I imagined a heavy leather belt and how it would feel snapping across my soft skin. How it would look curled around one of his strong fists.

When he first placed his fingers inside of me, I was overcome with both desire and humiliation. I didn't want him to know how wet I had become from the feel of his hands as they slowly and methodically restrained me. I had never been tied down before. To be honest, I never really saw the attraction. What was the point in having sex if you weren't allowed to move? Weren't allowed to scratch the man's back, or wrap your legs around his hips, or grab onto his hair as you kissed?

I now knew differently.

Again, it was the strange transfer of power. The sensation that I was at once both powerless and powerful. I knew he had the strength and dominance over me but at the same time, I knew he wanted me.

Then when he forced me to taste my own arousal, so that I wouldn't even be able to deny the truth, I felt a surge of anger. I wanted to tip the balance of power firmly in my favor.

So I bit him.

The moment my teeth clenched down on his fingers I knew I had made a dreadful mistake. While so far I had found his punishments confusing and arousing with a disturbing mixture of pleasure and pain, I was certain I would not find what came next so.

My body trembled in fear as he pulled his large cock free.

He was going to fuck my mouth.

My mouth.

Not a blowjob. Not just oral sex.

He was going to fuck it.

Oh, God.

I tried to plead with him with my eyes. His own stared coldly back.

Just as I thought the fear and anxiety of what was about to be done to me was going to overwhelm me like a dark wave of water, something warm and soothing unfurled in my stomach. I closed my eyes as my head spun with uncontrollable arousal.

My thoughts were starting to scatter like wisps of smoke in the air. They became thin and indistinct. I watched in awe as he removed his shirt.

Richard really did have a magnificent body. Despite being much older than me, he was still extremely fit with a flat stomach and hard abs.

Just then Richard chuckled. "I'm glad you like it, my love."

Oh, God! Did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you did."

Fuck! Did I say that too?

I was losing control of my body and mind. I felt as if I were floating under warm water with rays of sunshine streaming through the ripples like a glowing mist.

"I've warned you about your language," he growled.

Richard rose up on his knees and leaned over my body. Blocking out the soft light from the candles around the bed, he grasped the headboard. I could feel the warm skin of his cock skim along my lower lip.

Then the bulbous head of his cock pushed past my lips, pressing my tongue down.

Somewhere deep inside my head, I knew I should be afraid but I wasn't; all I felt was anticipation. It was as if I were in a roller coaster cart at the very top of a steep drop with it just teetering back and forth, back and forth…I knew once it went crashing down that hill, I would feel exhilarated, frightened, and sick all at once.

Richard was talking but I couldn't understand what he was saying. My head bobbed as I forced myself to concentrate.

"…going to hurt."

That was my only warning.

Richard thrust in deep. Choking me.

I couldn't breathe. Guttural gurgling sounds were all I could manage as his flesh pierced my throat. Pulling on my binds, I bucked my hips but that only forced him in deeper as he leaned into it.

"Eyes on me," he commanded.

I obeyed. Pushing my heavy lids open, I looked up past his muscled physique to his intense dark eyes. They stared back at me as if they could see straight into my dark and twisted soul. There was no hiding from him that secretly I was craving this from a man.

A rough touch.

The confidence to just take what he wanted without asking.

The primal wrongness of it all.

I wanted it all. Needed it.

His thrusts came harder and faster. My tongue felt swollen and bruised. My throat and jaw ached. I could feel thick streams of spittle and pre-come slip over my lips and chin as I struggled to breathe through my nose.

Still all of this was through a haze of intense arousal that kept me from thinking too deeply about what was happening. It filtered out all but my most raw reactions to his touch—to his manhandling. Allowed me the freedom to feel without guilt… the regret and recriminations would come later.

As if echoed down a long hallway, I heard him groan. Richard then lurched back, pulling his cock free. I felt a strange sense of emptiness.

"Push out your tongue."

Stretching my tongue, I pushed it out as far as I could. I watched in suspended fascination as Richard fisted his cock and moved his hand up and down so fast it was a blur to my hazy gaze. Then there was the salty taste of his come as it coated my tongue and splashed against the back of my throat.

"Eyes on me."

I opened my eyes and looked at him as he towered over me, like a conquering Viking. Placing his forearm at the side of my head, he leaned down and swept his thumb over my lower lip, coating it with his fast-cooling come before sliding it into my mouth. All I could do was lie there as it slid down the back of my throat.

I licked my sore and cracked lips.

My voice was hoarse and low. "Are you going to untie me now?"

"No. Now it's your turn."

He shifted his body down to wedge his large shoulders between my spread open thighs. Before I could even utter a protest, I felt the slightly rough swipe of his tongue.

Oh, God.

In the past, I've never really enjoyed oral sex. I guess I was always too much in my head to enjoy it. Worrying about what I tasted like, if my pussy hair was short enough, if I looked pretty down there. Then I would worry I was taking too long and the guy was probably only doing it out of obligation and I would start to feel anxious and guilty and eventually just pretend to come to get the whole stressful event over with.

That wasn't the case with Richard.

Between his masterful touch and the expert swipes of his tongue, all inhibitions were gone. My only thought was of my own selfish pleasure and it was emancipating. I had never come so hard or so completely in my entire life.

Afterward the only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire and the slow and steady tick of the clock over the mantel. Unlike other men who sprang up the moment you were done as if the school bell had just been rung, Richard stayed nestled between my thighs. I could feel the warm brush of his breath against my inner thigh. In many ways, that was more intimate than what he had just done.

Eventually he rose.

From the bed, I watched as he got dressed, once more every inch the gentleman. Richard approached the bed. Running the backs of his knuckles over the exposed slope of my breast, he leaned over to give me a chaste kiss on the forehead. "Sleep well, my love."

Tears formed in my eyes as he covered me with a large down blanket that he retrieved from a chest at the end of the bed. The last thing he did was blow out the candles before leaving me without another word.

Eventually I was lulled to sleep by the low, crackling hum of the fire and an exhaustion that only came from your body being pushed beyond its own limits.