In His Cuffs(10)

       
           



       

He ached to have his cock in her. With the angle of her pelvis and the  fact her back channel would be stuffed, the tight fit would be orgasm  inducing.

She whimpered.

"It's almost in." He gave a firm push, and once the fattest part was  past her sphincter, the rest slid in, the base resting against her.

She sighed and shifted as she accommodated the intrusion and its not-insignificant weight. He gave a quick twist with the hook.

"I …  That's … "

"It's in, and I think I inserted it rather nicely, instead of with a single shove."

"Thank you, Mr Tomlinson."

"I like it much better when you use your manners," he said approvingly.  He stepped back to look at her. The silver protruded, refracting light.  Her eyes were closed. Thick, dark hair spilled everywhere in untamed,  pretty disarray. Her nipples were still hard, and goosebumps dotted her  lower arms.

Her body was spread wide for him, as if in invitation.

"Please do me," she whispered, straining to lift her head so she could look at him.

"Perfect princess," he responded. He squatted between her legs and parted her labia to lick her pussy.

She struggled against the restraints, seeking purchase with her heels.

"Mr Tomlinson! Sir!"

Instead of giving her permission to orgasm, he teased her clit with his  tongue. He moved the plug inside her, rotating it as he gently tugged  then eased it back in.

She cried out.

Her responses were pure, making his cock even harder, something that generally didn't happen unless he stroked himself.

"I want you in me," she said around a gasp.

He continued to torment her until she jerked against his mouth in unspoken demand. Then he stopped.

She slowly relaxed her body, but didn't protest his denial. Instead, she said, "Thank you for your attention."

His sub certainly knew how to behave. "I'll make sure you're rewarded for your behaviour."

"The only thing I want is your pleasure, Mr Tomlinson," she said.

"Clever pet." He stood, taking care to keep a reassuring hand on her. He  placed his cockhead at her pussy's entrance. In silent entreaty, she  moved towards him as much as her bonds would allow. Damn, this woman  knew how to hit all his sexual hot buttons.

He took his cock in hand and began to enter her.

She blew air out through her pursed lips. "That's tight …  Oh."

"Damn." With the plug as big as it was, he didn't have a lot of space. "Tell me if I need to stop."

"It's …  Don't stop. Just … overwhelming."

He nodded. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I want to feel everything," she replied.

Restraining his urges was more difficult than he might have imagined.  The time playing with her, rough as well as gentle, had banked his  desires. He wanted to slam into her, fuck her, ride her, claim her, let  her know that-right now-she belonged to him.

"Take me."

"Patience, princess." He put his thumb against her clit and manipulated the sensitive flesh.

"Sir! Oh, Mr Tomlinson, I need to come."

"While I'm fucking you, you can come as often as you like."  Concentrating solely on her satisfaction took all of his self-control.  He kept his thrusts shallow and continued to toy with her, peeling back  the hood of her clit so that he had greater access to that bundle of  nerves.

She tightened her buttocks.

"Sir!"

He stroked her faster.

"Please, please put your cock all the way in me."

Even if he'd wanted to, he could deny her nothing. He buried himself so  deep his testicles touched the hook on the end of her plug.

"Fuck me, Mr Tomlinson."

He rocked inside her with short, shallow motions.

She screamed as she came. Her pussy muscles contracted around him,  almost driving his orgasm, but David forced himself to hold off. He  wanted her to shatter at least one more time.

When her body stilled, she whispered, "That was okay."

"Princess, you're a glutton for punishment."

She smiled a little to show she'd been teasing and that she was drained.

It had been a long time since he'd enjoyed fucking a woman as much.

"The plug intensifies everything," she said. "Well, along with Sir's massive cock."

He withdrew enough to lightly slap her cunt. "Of course."

"Keep that up, Mr Tomlinson and I'll be coming again."

"That's the intention."

She squeezed her eyes shut. "I'm not sure I'll survive the night."

"Good."

Once her breathing had evened out, he began to thrust again, this time, in long, slow movements.                       
       
           



       

"Oh," she murmured.

He changed his angle so that he could grasp her nipples and pull up hard, adding a small amount of pain to the mix.

"Damn," she said, fighting against her bonds.

If she were free, he knew she'd wrap her legs around his waist, but he  liked having her like this, at his mercy, even if the other way  appealed. "Come for me," he told her, twisting her swollen flesh.

She tossed her head as she whimpered then forced her shoulders down against the padding.

So, so fucking sexy.

Her insides tightened and she milked his cock. He could no longer hold  back. He jerked his hips, feeling the rigidity of the stainless steel  that filled her ass, a sensation-filled contrast with the soft wetness  of her cunt.

"Do it," she begged. "Do me."

Her reactions to the erotic beating and to the sex were open. It was  obvious that, to her, this was no act. The purity of her response was  what he hoped to find every time he scened with a woman. Ever since he'd  been introduced to BDSM in his early twenties, he hadn't been  interested in vanilla sex. Giving a woman more than she knew was  possible appealed to him. This experience with Maggie, though, went  beyond that. Satisfying her was of utmost importance to him. The way she  embraced everything he offered, enhanced his enjoyment.

He released her nipples and grabbed her hips, tilting them and holding her in place.

Lost in her surrender, David fucked her hard. The bass from the music outside drove him. He had to have this woman. Now.

He froze. A fraction of a second later, hot cum spurted, filling the  condom. He stood there, saying nothing, holding her, his cock still  thick.

A last bit surged up, making him feel drained.

"Yum," she said. "Thank you."

He released his grip on her hips.

"I hope I get bruises there," she said.

David gave a wry smile. "That wasn't my intention, princess. I generally have more control during an orgasm."

"The way you made me come …  I'm glad you had the same reaction," she whispered.

When he'd invited her to play, he hadn't thought much beyond spanking  her ass. He hadn't anticipated that the woman who fought him so much  would be so captivating, that he'd want to know her more.

He withdrew from her.

After disposing of the condom, he crossed the room to give her bottom  some support and release her arms. "Take your time," he cautioned,  rubbing her shoulders and wrists.

"Ow," she said.

"Take your time," he repeated. "When you're ready, I'm going to remove the butt plug."

"I, ah, I can do that myself, Mr Tomlinson."

"Embarrassment at this point, Maggie?"

"That seems a little personal," she admitted.

"Get over it."

She turned her head to one side.

He teased her pussy to focus her attention while he pulled out the plug. "Not so bad, was it?"

"If you say so."

"It's not too late to give you a few more swats."

"I was agreeing with you, Sir."

"Ah." He went to the sink and washed the plug and his hands before  loosening the bonds securing her legs. He massaged her lower legs, then  worked the area of her hip flexors.

"Do I have to tip you, Mr Tomlinson?" she asked when he was done.

"I consider this part of the service," he replied, helping her to sit. "How does your body feel?"

She wiggled her toes and fingers. "Well used." She smiled. "Thank you, Sir."

He offered a hand to steady her as she eased from the table.

While he pulled on his jeans, she slid back into her stockings, moving  her body in an appealing, feminine way. "This is almost as erotic as  seeing you naked," he said. He folded his arms across his chest and  watched her clip the garter belt to the stockings, all the while  wondering if he could revise the company dress code to require she wear  this to work every day.

Immediately he nixed that idea.

He'd get nothing done.

She stepped into the skirt. All the time, she'd avoided putting on the bra. He wondered if it was intentional.

Finally she did put on the purple lingerie, and he was pretty damn sure  he'd spend a lot of time in the future fantasising about taking it back  off her.