A Lesson in Blackmail - Black Mountain Academy

I feel the sweat break out on my temples, trying to keep control while she writhes beneath me, tempting me, slicing at the reins I hold tightly to. “Hold still,” I growl above her, but for the first time, she doesn’t follow my order. She shakes her head more forcefully, and it makes me worry my cock is too much for her. So I stop when I’m not even halfway inside her and hiss out a “Color?”

“Green!” she mewls, and before I know what she’s doing, she hooks her heels beneath my ass and jerks me forward, forcing me in another couple inches. “Please, Nate. I need you to move.”

The use of my nickname is startling, and my brow furrows as she meets my eyes again. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” I call her something I’ve never called anyone before, finding terms of endearment repulsive and childish, but it just slips out. I want to take care of her, keep her safe, not bring her any pain, and it just fell from my lips so naturally.

Her frantic movements still when she hears it, and she melts beneath me, her entire body going lax and making me sink another inch inside. She lifts her hands slowly, as if readying herself if I order her not to, and places her gentle fingers to my jaw. When I don’t move or flinch away, she slides her fingertips upward until her palms cup my cheeks, and she looks deep into my eyes, saying all sorts of sweet nothings and meaningful confessions without even uttering a word. And then her hands move farther and into my hair until she grasps the back of my head and pulls me toward her. I let her overpower me, let her tug me near, and when my face nuzzles into her neck, breathing in her citrusy, clean scent, she turns her head so she can whisper in my ear.

“I’m yours, Mr. Black. I can handle it. Let go and take from me what you want.”

And with that, without even questioning it, my muscles stiffen, my thighs tense, I link my arms beneath her and grip onto her shoulders, and with one powerful thrust, I shove all my thick inches into her, hearing her cry out as the head of me slams into her cervix. Her walls grip me tighter than a fist, and I choke out “Color?” one last time to be sure, and when she wails, “Green, oh God, yes, green!” That’s all it takes for me to finally toss the reins farther away from my grip than they’ve ever been before, and I pull back so only the tip of me is still lodged in her cunt before I power my way back inside.

With a growl, I shoot up to my knees and circle my hands around her hips to grip her ass, holding her lower half up and steady as her shoulders press in the bed. Her arms fall above her head, and her hands grip her pillow, and I watch my fantasies come to life as I start to thrust in and out of her tight, wet heat. I glance away from her beautiful face to watch her tits bounce with every plunge of my cock. And then my eyes trail farther to watch our connection, the image obscene with how far her cunt is stretched to take my girth. Her pussy lips are red and glistening with her juices, and with each outstroke, I see how shiny she’s made my dick, her natural lube making it easy for me to pound into her.

Her cries of pleasure fill her room along with my grunts of desire. My fingers dig into her ass, the muscles of my arms bulging as I keep her held steady while I fuck into her, my hips creating the perfect movements to cause my cock to drag along the top wall of her pussy with every pull out, my shaft stroking along her clit with every stroke in.

Sweat drips along my hairline and down my back and chest, but for once it’s because of exertion instead of trying to keep a hold of my control. Everything is heightened, and each drop of sweat feels like a fingertip caressing my body as they fall along my skin.

“Yes!” Evie mewls after a particularly rough thrust, and it spurs me on. I drop her hips and fall forward, my hands on either side of her head. She meets my stare, and when I see her lips tilt upward in a little smile as I continue to pound into her, it does something to me, loosens more of those chain links inside me enough that I give into another one of my fantasies.

In one fluid movement, because she’s so light I can just put her where I want her, I pull out and flip her over, enjoying her little disappointed whimper at the loss of me inside her. But she doesn’t have to be disappointed for long, because I kick her knees apart with my own and thrust inside her from behind, no hesitation, no going slow, no warning, the way I’ve always wanted to fuck but never allowed myself to. And I glance up, catching movement, and realize we’re now facing her closet doors that are made of mirrors, and I see the look of pure ecstasy on Evie’s face when I give in to my own desires.