Flawless Desire

He adds another finger, thicker now, but he holds them so still inside me, denying me the friction I so desperately need.

“Please!” I’m sobbing now, scratching at my bindings, mindless, and I don’t care.

He tuts, scolding me. “I’ve told you, Juliet. Use your words. I won’t touch you until you tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.” His hands leave me, empty and gasping. His breath is hot on my ear. “Say. Every. Word.”

My body is pulled taut, humming with need. Something breaks inside me. I can’t hold back anymore. Any last hint of shame or fear disappears in the face of my desperate craving.

“Fuck me!” I cry, shameless. “Fuck me, use me, do whatever you want, just fill me up. I need your cock!”

There’s silence.

My stomach drops, dread creeps at the edges of my desire, then I feel the mattress dip. Caleb’s weight settles beside me. I feel his touch at my wrists, then suddenly, they’re free.

He pulls my blindfold off.

I gasp.

He’s naked there on the bed with me. Naked, and magnificent. I take it all in in an instant. The planes of muscular chest, the ridge of his abdomen.

His hard, straining cock.

Caleb rolls on a condom, and roughly parts my thighs. “There’s no going back,” he says, his eyes dark and intense on mine. “Once I claim this sweet cunt… You’re mine. You understand? Mine.”

I tremble out a nod, overwhelmed by the sight of him.

The promise of what’s to come.

Then, without another word or warning, he thrusts inside.

I gasp, struggling to adjust to the thick invasion. He doesn’t go slow, or wait for me to stretch around him.

Caleb holds me down and fucks me to the hilt.

Oh my God.

He fills me up, so deep I almost can’t take it, but I have no choice. His hands are tight on my wrists, his weight driving me into the mattress, his mouth biting down on my shoulder in a sharp nip. He’s everywhere, all around me, inside me. Totally overwhelming me. There’s no room to think, or even breathe.

All I can do is take it, every last inch.

Fuck.

I’m still reeling when he pulls back, and thrusts into me again.

Harder. Deeper.

I cry out.

Pleasure is already rising in me, a thick sweetness I can’t hold back. It’s incredible, the feel of him, the wicked friction, sparking electricity in my veins.

“Goddamn, Juliet,” he groans, rising up. His jaw is clenched. His eyes fierce in the moonlight. “Goddamn, you’re so tight.”

He thrusts again, and I clench around him, finding a rhythm now, rising up to meet him with every new devastating stroke. But just when I think I’ve found purchase, he shoves me down again. Hand on my chest, pinning me, helpless. Fucking me without mercy, without respite. Forcing me to take it however he chooses.

Forcing me to surrender entirely to the thick, relentless thrusting of his cock.

Over and over, he drives into me. Making me take every inch. Gasping. Moaning. Begging aloud. I don’t even recognize myself anymore, I’m mindlessly sobbing, clutching at his back. Scratching, scrabbling, writhing in a slick mess as I cry out for him, so close I can taste it.

So close to the edge.