Oh gosh! The pain and the pleasure, the two collided with each other and coursed through every nerve of my body. I felt myself quiver like a leaf in a storm as James pulled down the bits of material that covered my chest area, revealing my very aroused breasts. The flesh was plump, perky round, hard, and very sensitive to the touch.
I breathed heavily as James gazed at my breasts as if they were some sort of prized possession, which, of course, made my tummy flutter. My face was flushed red, my eyes bright, and my whole body squirmed and quivered. I knew I was a sight to behold.
What is he going to do next? I wondered contritely, as I knew he had more up his sleeves where this erotic torture was concerned.
He reached over to the coffee table and grabbed an expensive pen of gold.
A pen? What did he need a pen for?
I didn't have to wait long to find out because he pressed on the button at the top of the pen so the ballpoint was retracted. This made the tip itself blunt, and I knew immediately it wasn't going to be used for writing. James then licked the round tip with his tongue. That done, he placed it on my right breast, at the spot just above my nipple. He pressed it against my flesh hard, and I reacted as if my whole body were on fire.
I gasped loudly as my whole body erupted with both pain and rapture, my core twisting and coiling into a frenzy of wild heat.
"James," I cried out, my voice shaky. "It's sore. Please stop it... I can't... handle it... please..."
He didn't listen to my pleading and began to make a circle around my nipple as he continued to press the pen hard into my flesh.
My whole body was shaking and tears brewed in my eyes as my core burned and ached to be ravished. Oh God! I wanted James's cock! I wanted it now!
James leaned in and, with is face inches from me and his lips near my ear, he whispered, "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Mia?"
What type of question was that? How could I answer him? This erotic torment was both painful and beautiful--it was so pleasurably stimulating, arousing my inner core to the brim with sexual heat, that it was driving me crazy.
When I didn't answer, he said, "Tell me you like it, Mia."
I couldn't. I just couldn't. All I could do was to bury my face against his shoulder for support as he continued to lovingly torture me, driving me to the brink of erogenous insanity.
I kept groaning and moaning, my voice weak and my body shaking as I clutched to him.
"James," I begged. "Kiss me, please."
He carelessly threw the pen back onto the coffee table. Then he smiled arrogantly. He was in control, with full power over my body, and it pleased him. "My pleasure," he said.
His lips were hot and firm against mine, and when he forcefully plunged his tongue into my mouth, he was wild and passionate. Each stroke and each caress was powerful, forceful, wild, and passionate, which made me breathless and dizzy with the thought that maybe I could really die if he were to stop this amatory torment he was granting me.
I clung onto him for dear life as he continued to kiss me passionately until I was mindless, until I wanted nothing more than for him to ruthlessly ravish me until I was spent.
When he finally terminated our kiss, he turned his attention to my panties. He slipped his finger under the flimsy string, and then in one smooth motion, he pulled the whole thing, ripping them to pieces in the process.
I just stared, flabbergasted. He. Just. Ripped. My. Panties. My first sexy lingerie. The ones I'd planned to wear tomorrow so I could inspect what I looked like in the mirror.
I didn't have time to react to his caveman-like action before he placed his palm against my hot and wet pussy, which made me groan in excitement.
James unzipped his pants, and I watched in amazement as his erect manhood sprang out eagerly, ready to pound into me.
My whole body trembled at the sight of that beast, which I had yet to get used to seeing in all its glory...
James grabbed my wrist and led my hand toward it. Oh God! I knew it was coming, and I held back, resisting his command to hold him, to wrap my hand around him... that erect cock that was going to be inside me any moment now.
At the thought of that, my core coiled deliciously in anticipation and excitement.
"Feel it." James teased gently. "Come on now. See how hard you've made me?"
I licked my lips as James guided my hand to wrap around his cock, which I mindlessly obliged.
It was hard and hot.
So hard. So hot.
My heart raced. My core burned. My body squirmed.
"James," I said softly, my voice low and husky. "It's hot."
He chuckled, amused. "Of course it's hot. Now move your hand up and down like this."
He guided me, making my hand move in an up-and-down motion. I was breathless, and my face was blushed pink. I was so nervous, afraid I'd hurt him or something. But he was so hard, like a steel pole, and hot... so hot... and so hard.
I imagined that particular cock inside my pussy and instantly shuddered in a sort of aroused, electrified sensation. Was me doing this to him like when he was deep inside me, thrusting in and out of me?
"Like this?" I asked, moving a little faster. Suddenly, I was frightened and couldn't help showing it on my face. "James, it's getting hotter."
I heard him groan and chuckle at the same time. Worriedly, I looked up and saw him wearing such an obscure and grave look on his handsome face that my breath caught at the back of my throat.
He caught my hand to stop me from going any further. "That's enough for now," he said darkly. "Let's leave hand jobs for a later date." He chuckled. "Now, I want you to ride me."
I blinked, lost and confused. Ride him?
He placed both hands about my waist and guided me up. Instantly, I knew what he wanted me to do. I leaned forward, and the moment his cock slid into me, I groaned. "Mmm... Ahh..."
I clutched to him and buried my face against his neck, trying to catch my breath and calm my shaky body at the same time.
Oh God! He seemed larger than usual, harder than usual. He was definitely hotter than usual. What brought this about? Had it been the foreplay? But I should have been turned on more than usual because I was the one who had been played with.
James kissed my forehead as he adjusted himself in me, and then I wondered why he wasn't doing anything like moving himself, thrusting into me like usual.
"Now move," he whispered. "If you don't move, I'm going to--"
"How?" I asked naively.
He grunted and tightened his arms around me. "Move. Up and down." He guided me. "Like this."
He led my body up a little and then let me down again. That simple process nearly drove me over the edge with pleasure. Oh God! I couldn't believe it. That was... powerful.
I tried again, doing it by myself this time. Once again, the pleasure was tremendous. The moment I lifted myself up and then came back down again, his cock slid in and out of me. My body reacted in amazement. The sensation coursing through me twisted and burned, screaming and erupting with erotic pleasure.
"Mmm..." I groaned as I did it again, moving up and down, slowly. Oh God, the exquisite feelings. "Mmm... Ahh..."
James chuckled as he watched me, his hands about m
y waist as I moved before him, dancing erotically, moaning and groaning, singing an erotic song to him.
"James..." I groaned out breathlessly. "Ja-James..."
It felt so good in this position. Nothing I could describe perfectly, as the thrills and sensations rushed through my whole body like some sort of addictive drugs. I wanted the feelings to go on forever as I moved faster and faster, my body dancing and swaying before James as he watched, his cock deep inside me, making me go insane.
Suddenly, I came, long and slow, the world spinning around me and lights flashing before my eyes in beautiful, brilliant colors. I felt I had just stepped into paradise, where only James and I existed.
"Ahh...." I groaned. "Mmm... James..."
I clutched onto him for dear life, my whole body shaking and squirming, rattling me to my core.
I felt James come, too, his hand tight around me, his strength crushing me, his breath laborious and body tensed.
"Fuck!" he muttered between breaths. Then he kissed me on the lips, hard.
I cried out into his mouth as my body continued to twist and burn with ecstasy, my heart racing and thumping loudly within my chest. "Hmm...."
Finally, I relaxed and dropped my head against James's shoulder, my breathing heavy and laborious. My world was still spinning when I felt James's warm lips kissing my forehead lightly and gently. Then he kissed my cheek and squeezed me tight in his arms, crushing me within his embrace. At that moment, I felt both full and loved, and I had no idea why, but the tears in my eyes wanted to come out so badly.
"You were great," James said.
I gazed at him, a smile on my lips, pleased with his praise.
Chapter 20
Mia
James was nowhere in sight when I opened my eyes the next morning, and I knew he must have gone off to his office to work. Still a little dazed from last night's passionate sex, I sat up and pulled my knees up against me, resting my chin on the top.
"James," I murmured.
Last night, he had taken me twice. Or rather, he let me take him. Then after that, it had been his turn, me writhing beneath him as he devoured me to his heart's content there on the sofa. Then of course, he led me to stand by the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city of Las Vega. The sight of the glittering city had been amazing, a wonderful view to behold indeed. Then when he took me there...