Tucker thrust fiercely into Lilliana, mercilessly, trying to force an admission out of her.
“No,” Lilliana choked out.
“You’re bound and at my mercy, and still you’re fucking obstinate. What am I going to do with you, Lilliana?”
Tucker pulled out of her and kneeled in front of her. He thrust his fingers into her and relentlessly began to finger her swollen G-spot. Lilliana shouted random words and thrust her hips forward instinctively. Smothering her clit with his mouth, Tucker sucked at it viciously and rolled it between his teeth. Lilliana began to float up above herself as her body heated to an unbearable temperature and she screamed, ear-piercingly loud.
“Say my name. Scream it for the neighbors to hear. Tell the world how right we are for each other,” Tucker demanded, his voice muffled against her pussy.
“Tuck…er!” Her voice cracked as her body shuddered against Tucker’s embrace and she came, soaking the front of Tucker’s chest. Lilliana closed her eyes and flew high up and far away to some other place.
Tucker stood again and buried his cock deep inside of her. His rhythm increased briefly, and he suddenly stilled, grunted and clasped Lilliana’s hands tightly as he came.
A deep sigh of elation escaped Lilliana’s lips, and her body went limp and began its descent. Tucker had broken through her walls and left her bare and defenseless, but still… she had never felt so free. She soared to an even greater height than before and to a place that she never knew existed.
Tucker had kept his word: He had ruined her - utterly and totally. No other man would suffice and she both adored and hated him for it. What if things didn’t work out? Then what?
The effects of Tucker’s gentle savagery had left her an emotional mess as her body shook uncontrollably. Now, wondering if this thing with Tucker would last was too much of a strain on her fragile psyche. It sent her over the edge and she broke down completely, crying, sobbing and wailing as the tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.
Tucker unshackled her and lifted her into his arms. Holding her so close, he squeezed the breath out her.
“Let it all out, Lilly,” he whispered in her ear.
She had no choice to but let it all go. Everything Adam had ever done to her and the way he made her feel self-conscious and defensive was erased by Tucker’s strong hands and overpowering touch. Tucker made it all go away. Lilliana knew that if Tucker broke her heart, too, she would never recover.
“Don’t leave me,” she choked out, trying to stifle her cries.
Tucker
Lilliana was still coming down from her post-sex high and Tucker knew she didn’t realize what she was saying. Still, at that moment, his heart beat only for her. He was too emotion-filled to reply back, so he simply carried her the distance back to his bed. She hid her face in his neck as her cries slowly died down. His legs were weak and he just wanted to lie next to her and hold her close, but he managed to get to the restroom to retrieve some wet washcloths to clean them both up. When he returned to Lilliana she was propped up against his headboard, her knees pulled up to her chest.
“I’m sorry I said that,” she stated softly with only her eyes peering out at him.
Tucker gently wiped her tear streaked cheeks clean. Next, he pushed her legs apart and cleaned in between her legs. When he was finished, he laid her back down and pulled the bed sheet up over her, and finally addressed her.
“That kind of intense bonding brings out the sort of feelings we normally hide, so don’t ever be sorry for what you say in that room. I like it when your walls come down; it shows me who you really are.”
Lilliana was pensive and quiet for several minutes. Her eyes drifted off and she stared at the bedroom lights before finally speaking. Her voice was soft and delicate, and her eyes came into sharp focus on Tucker’s face.
“That was some powerful shit. Like mind and pussy-numbing, fuckilepsy inducing, reproductive organ-exploding powerful. You really are some kind of flogger wielding sex God.”
And just like that, unfiltered, witty and sarcastic Lilly was back.
A Taste for the Taboo
From The Art of Domination
Filled to Maximum Capacity
I move to the swing as he ordered and seat myself in it. I lean back into it and he tips it back so that my head is lower than my torso. He saddles my feet in the stirrups and fastens them in tightly. Then he spreads my legs beyond a comfortable position, fully exposing myself to him. He moves to my arms and straps them in above my head and apart. Dylan brings the swing up waist level for him and his hard-on is now in full force. He reaches down and picks up the cat o’nine tails that he took down from the wall and a large dildo. He’s never used either of those on me before and I’m shaken to see them in his hands.