14. Betrayal (5)

Brooklyn

I feel him shift behind me. Suddenly, my eyes fly open behind the blindfold, a choked cry strangling in my throat as without warning his tongue drags through my lips and sinks into my pussy. My whole body starts to shake and tremble. My knees slide a little more open, and I moan when I feel the bar lock into place again, keeping me even more spread open.

Kir growls into my pussy, tonguing me deeply as I melt against him. He lowers his mouth, his lips wrapping around my swollen clit and sucking it.

After all of it-the blindfold, the binds, the bar, the spanks, and the throbbing, surging anticipation-his tongue on my sensitive clit is like pulling a trigger.

I scream into the bedsheets, my whole body yanking hard on my restraints as I explode in orgasm. My muscles strain, my core clenching and spasming wildly as I come hard against his tongue, gasping for air and moaning into the sheets.

There's no break. No pause to let me catch my breath.

Immediately, he drags his tongue through my pussy again, then over my asshole, making me squeal. I feel him rise up and kneel right behind me with one hand firmly on my throbbing, heated ass.

My eyes bulge when I feel the huge, swollen head of his cock push between my slick lips.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh FUCK.

My mind flashes to how he was so fucking big yesterday I could barely fit him in my mouth. Remembers the sight of his huge dick, the bulging veins down his thick length, the fat, swollen head leaking precum...

Somehow, he's about to fit that inside me.

And fuck, do I want him to.

There's a spark of nervous fear, yes. But it's overshadowed by an avalanche of raw, primal need, and the overwhelming desire to feel him take me completely. To utterly submit to his dominance and let him fuck me however he wants until I'm nothing but his little toy.

"This messy pussy is dripping all over my cock, babygirl," he growls quietly, rubbing his fat head up and down my lips with wet, squelching sounds. I cry out, my pussy clenching and kissing the tip of his cock when his palm smacks my ass hard again. "I don't think we should keep her waiting any longer, do you?"

"I-"

My words die on my lips as Kir thrusts his fat cock deep inside me with one brutal thrust.

Holy. Fucking. God.

It hurts for a second, because fuck, he's big. It feels like he's tearing me in two as he thrusts in. But when he slowly starts to pull back out, the sensation turns on its head. The wince on my face melts away, my jaw going slack as a sensation I've never, ever felt melts through my core.

And it's so fucking good.

Kir's hips roll as he pushes back into me. This time, all I can do is moan: the sheer size of him even more of a turn on. The feeling of him utterly taking me, claiming me, dominating me melts me, turning my whole body into a throbbing, trembling mess. He keeps pushing in, and I whimper when I realize what I felt before was not him burying every inch inside me, though it felt like it.

Pretty sure that was just half.

I groan, my insides coiling as he feeds his cock into my dripping pussy. Holy fuck, it just keeps going, more and more of him pushing into me, like I'm getting fucked by a horse.

My arms and legs tighten, straining against the binds. Pleasure melts through me, my breath turning choked and ragged as Kir sinks every thick inch of his massive, gorgeous cock into me, until I can feel his chiseled abs against my ass.

My whole body is shaking. I've never felt this full before. Fuck, I've never even really enjoyed sex before, and this is so far beyond "enjoyable" that I don't have words for it.

"Transcendent", maybe? "Earth-shattering"? 

Maybe the far less poetic "holy fucking fuck".

I'm still shaking, feeling my walls clench and ripple around his cock as I suck in a rasping breath.

"Breathe for me, babygirl," he murmurs darkly, his hands sliding over my ass, his fingers stroking my skin lightly. "I've got you. 

You're doing so well, babygirl. You're taking that big fucking cock like a such a good girl."

God. The mix of pure dominance and sweet praise has me teetering on a knife's edge, hanging by a thread as pleasure throbs through me.

I whimper when he grabs my hips tightly, slowly easing his huge cock out of me until just the head is inside, stretching me open.

"You look so beautiful with my cock stretching your pretty pussy, babygirl." I shiver as his feathery touch teases over my skin before his big hands slowly tighten around my waist. "Like your cunt was fucking made for me."

He thrusts in, harder this time, ramming his cock deep, shoving the air from my lungs and ripping a moan from my throat.

His hands tighten on me, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he saws his cock back out and then slides in again. His abs crash against my ass as he starts to pick up speed, fucking me with deep, hard, powerful strokes that push my face across the duvet as 

I moan and whimper, drooling with pure, unbridled pleasure.

Kir growls, reaching up and grabbing my ponytail He wraps it around his fist, pulling tight and making me squeal as fucks me. His sheer dominance sends me reeling, my fingers and toes spreading and curling, my body spasming and shaking as he pounds into me.

"You're doing so well, babygirl," he groans, thrusting hard into me and making me squeal in pleasure. "Taking my big dick like a good little fuck toy. Like my little fuck toy."

Holy. Fucking. Fuck.

I've been talked to in demeaning ways before, but somehow, this is something else entirely. 

It makes me throb and ache for more. And I realize it's for the same reason that I'm not freaking out at being bound and utterly helpless. Because I know, even though I'm all tied up and getting fucked like a rag doll...

I'm in charge.

I can end this whenever I want with my safe word.

Which is exactly why I don't use it.

That safe word-arabesque-lingers in my head like a powerful talisman. It's right there. 

I can pluck it down from the shelf and use it anytime, and this all stops. But I don't want it to. For the first time in my life, I'm not counting the seconds until sex is over.

I'm hoping it never ends.

I cry out, sobbing and moaning into the sheets as Kir growls behind me and picks up the pace. His gorgeous, thick cock rams into me over and over, his heavy balls slapping my clit, his hands alternating between spanking me and running all over my body.

He's everywhere at once, rolling and rubbing my clit, stroking my ass, teasing a thumb against my back hole in a way that sends a ripple of filthy, aching desire running up my spine. He's palming my breasts, his fingers teasing and pinching my nipples as I scream into the sheets for more more more MORE.

"I can feel this sweet little cunt clenching and rippling around my cock, babygirl," he rasps. 

"You're trying to keep that orgasm from me. 

You're trying to fight it. Don't. Just give me what's mine."

My mouth goes slack, drool soaking the sheets beneath me as he keeps pounding into me, the raw heat inside me curling and twisting and coiling.

"Don't keep that from me, gogeous," he groans. "Give it to me. Give me that fucking pretty pussy cum until it's all over my cock and dripping from my balls. Then and only then will I let you have my cum. So stop fucking holding back" -I cry out when he spanks my ass hard, his cock thrusting deep into me- "and give me that fucking orgasm like a good girl."

It's like a trigger being pulled.

My entire body spasms and wrenches against the binds holding me in place. I yell my orgasm into the bedsheets, writhing and shaking as it thunders through me. My eyes roll back, my back arching violently as Kir keeps fucking me right through my orgasm.

He groans, his cock swelling even bigger inside me. And suddenly, I'm moaning when I feel his hot cum spilling deep inside. He hisses and pulls out, stroking his fat cock against my pussy as more ropes of sticky, hot cum spurt across my ass and all over my pussy. He grunts and rams back in deep, grinding into me as more cum pulses from his cock.

Everything is buzzing. My very skin feels electrified, and there's a low whine in my ears. I'm only dimly aware of him releasing my wrists and ankles and scooping me into his arms, and then I'm clinging to him in sweet fucking oblivion.

I'm about to succumb to sleep when we hear knocking on the door.

He's about to check the door bell camera app on his phone but the next words has both of us frozen. "Open up, Kir. It's Lacy. We need to talk." She says.

Oh fuck, I'm dead!