“Oh, I will,” he promised, dragging his palm over my wet pussy. “Just not yet.” My jaw dropped, ready to argue, but he distracted me with his hand gripping his thick length and stroking himself. “First, I want to paint your silky skin with my cum. Then, I want to bring you to the edge again and again while I get your little virgin asshole ready.”
With each word, he stroked himself harder, looking so close to losing control. And I laid there sprawled out, ready to lose control with him.
“Are you going to be able to take me? Am I going to be able to fit inside that tiny virgin hole?”
“Yes,” I panted. “Austin, please.” My clit pulsed, and he wasn’t even touching me. Other than the hand gripping my thigh, holding it wide, as if it was the only thing to keep him from flying away. He sat up on his knees, between my legs, and stroked his cock with a strong pace, wrapping around the head to collect the pre-cum slipping free.
“Don’t worry, sweet Rae. I’ll get inside you one way or another. I can’t fucking wait to watch your little hole stretch around me, to watch you wince in pain but still take me. I can’t wait to hold your sexy ass cheeks in each hand and pull them apart so I can watch the way my cock looks fucking you.”
I was going to come from just his words. The prospect terrified me and fascinated me. How could he have so much control over my body? I pulled at my restraints, needing to touch myself to regain some control, but I could barely move. My hands never made it below my head.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he moaned. “Now lay back. I’m gonna come all over you.”
His strong grip released my thigh as he fell forward and caught himself, continuing to stroke his length fast and hard. His eyelids dropped, too heavy with pleasure. His lips parted, and I yearned for him to be a bit closer so I could taste them. Then again, if he was any closer, I would miss the sight of thick, creamy ropes of cum stretching across my stomach and breasts. I’d miss the sight of him squeezing the last drops from the slit and rubbing them up and down my pussy.
“Oh, god,” I whimpered when he brushed over my clit and held himself at my opening to finish. “Austin, please. I want you inside me. Just fuck me.”
He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the entire time and fell back to his heels with a soft chuckle. “Oh, Rae. We’re just getting started.”
I managed half a growl in frustration before it cut off into a gasp of pleasure. Austin dropped over my body and sucked my nipple between his lips while his hand played with the other. He feasted back and forth from one nipple to the next like a starving man, uncaring of any cum he collected on the way.
“I should tell you to wait until we wipe your cum off me, but it feels too fucking good to care.”
“We’ve already established I don’t mind my cum when I get to eat it off of you.”
“Then the least you could do is share,” I taunted.
His lips tipped in the most devilish smile. “Gladly.”
He collected a streak from the bottom curve of my breast and brought it to my lips. Meeting him halfway, I arched up and sucked the salty liquid from his tongue. He let me have my fun, sucking and playing like I wanted to do to his cock, but he eventually took over, kissing me like a savage. I pressed up, giving just as hard as I received, losing myself in the moment.
Until a sharp bite of pain around my nipple yanked me back to reality.
“What the fuck?” I cried.
While Austin kept his eyes on me, I looked down to find a small clamp fastened on either side of my nipple. Before I could barely process it, another sharp pinch pierced my other nipple.
“Mother fuck.”
“Such a filthy mouth,” he chuckled.
“Yeah, let’s see how well you take two little clamps pinching your nipples when you least expect it,” I bit out through clenched teeth.
“What? Do you not like it?” he asked, working his way down my body. He hovered just over the swollen tips and blew gently before flicking his tongue across one.
“Oh, my god,” I cried. “That’s—that’s—”
“Intense? Perfect? Painful? Warm?”
“It’s—yes.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Ther—there’s no need to be coc—cocky.” The words barely escaped between gasps. Each sensation new and exciting. The pain really did fade to an oozing warmth, following the same path his tongue was taking down my body. The first swipe of his tongue over my clit sent me to hell and back because surely, nothing in heaven could ever feel this good. Not when you had nipple clamps, bound hands, and the world’s sexiest man working magic between your thighs.