One Night in a Dungeon (Savage Kinksters 2)

“Under different circumstances,” she whispers, “I’d ride your face first. But I’ve wanted your cock in me from the first day I saw you, and I’m not going to waste any time.”

Casey leans over me, moving her hands to the floor on either side of my head. She presses her mouth against my neck twice before moving to my ear.

“Feel free to moan.”

“Ungh!” The sound escapes from my mouth as she slides down, rubbing herself along my cock. I feel the heat from her body, and my dick is getting slick as she moves over it. I twitch as I imagine what she’ll feel like inside.

“Mmm...yeah.” Casey sighs as she rocks against me a few more times and then abruptly stops, holding herself up on her knees as my cock chills from the air. I look up at her pleadingly as she reaches over to her backpack and fishes out a square, foil package.

“Your cock is almost too pretty to cover up,” Casey says as she holds up the condom, “but safety first.”

She rips the condom wrapper and deftly rolls it over my dick. I hadn’t even thought about such things, and I’m immediately glad for her experience. Couples have been kicked out of Power Exchange for not using condoms—it’s a hard rule.

“Are you ready?” she asks softly.

I move my head, afraid of what babble might come out of my mouth if I were to part my lips. Casey smiles and her eyes shine as she crawls up my body and kneels on either side of my hips. She places her hands on my chest, leaning over me for a moment before straightening back up, still smiling.

I can’t take my eyes off of her as she positions herself above me, takes my cock in her hands, and slowly begins to lower herself. The pressure on the head of my dick is intense as she pushes down, and I watch as it disappears inside of her.

I hold my breath, fighting against the throbbing sensation as she encompasses me in a way I never thought possible.

Chapter 6—Casey

This is even better than I thought it would be.

Rocco’s cock fills me—pressing against the inside of me as I drop lower and lower. When I finally have him all the way inside, I let out a long moan.

The sight of Rocco below me makes my thighs clench around his hips. His expression hovers between tortured and ecstatic, and he grips his hands into fists as the ropes tighten around his wrists. He can’t move enough to grab me, so the risk of him doing something I don’t like is irrelevant, and he looks exquisite lying on the blanket below me as I start to move up and down.

I lean forward enough to press my lips to the base of his throat. I can’t quite kiss him on the mouth—he’s too tall—so this will have to do for now. I’ll have to think of a good way to bind him while he’s sitting upright so I can reach him better, but that will be for next time.

Next time. There has to be a next time.

I groan as I push myself up slowly, closing my eyes as I feel his length slide most of the way out of me before I lower myself back down. Rocco gasps and his entire body shudders as I continue moving with slow, purposeful strokes. I want to stay on the edge for the longest time possible, and I want to keep him right there with me.

My power. My control. My orgasm if and when I choose to have one.

“Oh...fuck...” Rocco mumbles under his breath, eyes closed and fingers clenching.

I smile as I tilt my hips from side to side, enjoying the feeling of him moving with me. With my palms pressed firmly against his chest, I move faster, and Rocco presses upward, trying to match my tempo with his hips.

I feel Rocco tense below me. As I glance at his face, his eyes are squeezed shut, and he’s panting. I feel my mouth turn up in a slow smile, knowing how close he must be and how much he’s fighting to hold it back. I slow down, grinding against him, and he gasps. The look on his face is mesmerizing even before he opens his eyes and stares into mine.

A quiver starts deep in my belly, pushing down and flooding through my legs. I grind again and again, watching Rocco pull against the ropes around his wrists as he brings his knees up to press against my hips. I feel his cock pulse inside of me, and I know he’s not going to hold out any longer than I am.

“Ah! Rocco!” I dig my fingers into his chest, leaving marks on his skin as I let the wave push me over the edge. Rocco moans, grunts, and whimpers. I press against his chest again, moving myself up and down only a few strokes before

he cries out, eyes closed and mouth hanging open.

I drop down, placing my forehead on his shoulder for a moment before sitting up again. Rocco is still breathing heavily, staring at me with his mouth agape. I grin as I raise myself up enough for him to fall out of me, then quickly get rid of the condom before stretching out beside him. I run my hand over his warm, sweaty skin, smiling to myself.

Slowly, my heart rate drops back to normal, and Rocco’s breathing does the same. As much as I’d like to keep him right where he is for another round, it had been his first time, and I need to take care of him first. I lean over, kiss him briefly on the lips, and then sit up to reach for the ropes.

I quickly untie Rocco’s legs, rubbing each as I release them from their bonds and straighten them. Once those are free, I move up to his hands and untie them as well, tossing the ropes off to the side before I lie down beside him, my back braced against the cushions. I reach over and grab his shoulder, coaxing him to rest his head on my tits.

He obviously likes them.

I stroke his hair for a while, enjoying the texture. I love long hair on guys, and his silky, black locks are about as enticing as it gets for a goth girl. I wonder briefly if I could talk him into doing Halloween as vampires but realize that might be just a bit much at the moment.