She didn’t want to have any more patience. This slow seduction had her near the breaking point. He pried open her lips with his thumbs and slowly circled her clit with his tongue. The light pressure was worse than when he’d turned on the dildo and drove it in and out of her.
She sniffled to keep her tears from soaking the cloth.
He groaned. Suddenly, he released her right leg and then her left. She didn’t move, awaiting his instruction. When he untied her wrist restraints, she lowered her arms and rubbed them.
A kiss was the last thing she expected, but having his bare chest plastered to her body and his hard cock pressed against her belly weakened not only her legs but her brain. Her lips worked furiously against his as her hunger nearly consumed her. His groans sounded more like growls when mixed with her moans.
She gave up the fight and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“God, Liz, I have to have you.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
So she’d forgotten to say, Master. Perhaps he was so turned on that he forgot. He stilled. Oh, shit.
“You will pay for that slip.”
Fuck me. She was too weak for this man. He lifted her up and carried her somewhere. Their skin was slickened with sweat, and they glided off one another. With a quick flip, she was face down, but still in his arms.
“I want you on your elbows and knees. I want that pretty little ass high in the air.”
She’d never had a cock in her rear hole and wasn’t sure she could handle one, especially a cock as big as Trax’s.
He set her down on something nicely padded. From the fact he only lowered her a few inches, she guessed she might be on top of the massage table. He scooted her forward then spread her knees wide. Knowing she was about to get his cock, her pussy convulsed time and time again. Her nipples ached not only from need but from use. She wet her lips because her panting had dried them out.
Hurry.
She wiggled her ass, and a second later Trax placed a hand on her rear. “What did I say about moving, slave?”
Slave? That did seem to fit with the master concept, but she wasn’t sure she could ever be a total submissive. When she didn’t respond straps of leather smacked her ass, not hard enough to really hurt, but they did sting.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’ll try to be good.”
“If you can’t control your urges, would you like me to whip your pussy?”
Shivers encircled her, and they weren’t the good kind. “No, Master.”
That might have gotten her to say her safe word. He dragged that leather thing across her ass and even that much pressure made her clench her cheeks. The hard slap was unexpected, but it did serve to warm up her insides.
“When Dante comes in your ass, you will need to learn to relax. Now don’t move.”
She bowed her head and was rewarded with caress on her back. Latches coming undone sounded and suddenly the table came apart. “Master?”
“Don’t worry. The table separates, allowing me better access to your pussy.”
She thought she’d get his cock. She must not have held in her displeasure because he spanked her again.
“Ouch.” She refused to add the sign of respect.
“That will cost you. For that I will not edge you closer to your climax and then stop.”
That was a punishment? She focused on the stopping part when perhaps she should have been worried about not being allowed to climax.
She needed his cock so bad she was willing to stay locked up in the vault of an apartment for weeks, if that’s how long it took to get him to fuck her. “I’m sorry, Master.” Not.
He climbed up behind her. She lifted her head. He slipped his cock under her pussy and rocked back and forth. Her juices coated him. At the same time, the friction rubbed against her clit and drove her higher. Here she thought the torture would stop.
Reaching under her chest, he pinched both nipples so hard she gurgled. No words came out. The ache intensified quickly, but dissipated almost as fast as a sweeping wave of lust slammed into her. If she didn’t get his cock soon, she’d tear off the damn blindfold and run downstairs naked. If Dante wasn’t there she’d take the first man she could find.
She’d never been this desperate before, let alone so close to despair. Trax had pushed her way past her limits. His cock edged her opening and her breath caught.
“I need you.” His strangled admission almost did her in, but she held on tight, wanting to give him his release, too.
The first thrust was hard and fast. His size stretched her to the max, but the friction was divine bliss. He leaned over her back and kissed her shoulder, acting as if this was as special to him as it was to her. When he cupped her breasts and twisted her nipples, waves of fevered lust swamped her. His cock set her body on fire and sent deliciously wicked flames up her pussy walls.