Sins & Mistrust (22 page)

With my vision partially blocked, I can’t see what Marc is holding in his hand because he’s keeping it fairly low. From all the objects he showed me moments before, I’d be happy with any of them. My body thrums with anticipation, and excitement shoots through my veins. I’ve been begging him to give me all of him for a while now. Perhaps he was too concerned about scaring me off, but I don’t think he realizes how much I love the pleasure and pain combination. I think he’s still stuck in escort mode, thinking he could cross a line with a client and get in trouble.

My body is begging for him to touch me. I can’t keep still, even with my arms and legs strapped down. I squirm, wanting his hands all over me.

Suddenly, I feel something cold touch the outside of my pussy lips. He rubs me with the flat object before tapping my pussy just slightly.

“Oh,” I exclaim.

I look down, and he brings it up and shows it to me with a mischievous grin on his face. He brings the paddle up to my mouth, handle first.

“Get it wet,” he whispers huskily.

I quickly suck the handle into my mouth. I feel my cheeks hollow as I take it in as much as I can. I’m sure to swirl my tongue around and get it covered in my saliva. Marc pulls the handle from my mouth and then places just the round head inside of me.

“Oh, Marc!” I moan, but I’m sure it sounded more like a whine.

Taking pity on me, he pushes it in further.

“You like that?” he asks, bringing his body to hover over mine as he fucks me with the handle.

“Yes. God, yes,” I pant.

He twists it around inside of me, slows his movements, teasing me, and then speeds up again. He’s doing everything right and I know it won’t be longer until I’m coming.

Marc stops fucking me with the toy and turns it around quickly and smacks my pussy lightly with the paddle end.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

It hurts so good. I almost come as the pain ricochets through my body.

“Again!” I yell.

“Not yet. I don’t want you coming yet,” he replies.

He gets off the bed and I watch him with worried eyes.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m untying you.” The disappointed look that crosses my face didn’t go unnoticed. “Don’t worry. I’m tying you up again, but on your stomach.”

After I’m free to move, I quickly lie on my stomach and wait for him to strap me down again. When he climbs back onto the bed, I test the straps and find that I can move my legs a little more. I can’t close them, but I can bring them up just a bit. I’m sure he did that for a reason.

Marc situates himself between my legs again, and then grips my waist and pulls up. I’m now on my knees with my legs spread apart, giving him the perfect view of everything.

I hear him growl behind me. His fingers run through my juices, his thumb dips inside of me before traveling up and spreading the wetness to the crease between my cheeks.

“If you’re going to fuck me and Lincoln at the same time, we need to get you ready, don’t you think?” he asks.

I can only moan in response, but that isn’t good enough for him.

“Nathalia? Don’t you think we need to get you ready to take both of us at the same time?”

“Yes.” My voice comes out in a whisper.

“Mm. Good.” His voice is deep and throaty.

Before I have another cohesive thought, his tongue is licking my ass.

“Oh shit! Oh God. Oh…” I start rambling.

His tongue feels so good on me; it doesn’t matter where it is on my body. I want his tongue on me, in me, at all times.

I feel him pull back and then the warmth of his tongue touches my pussy and slides back up to my ass. After a while, I find myself trying to push back into his face even more.

“Fuck! It feels so good,” I announce.

After another minute, he stops, and I whine in frustration.

“I’m going to slide something inside of you,” he says, his voice full of lust.

Something small and cold enters me and then just a few seconds later it starts vibrating.

“Mmm,” I moan.

I hear a lid pop open, and then I feel the warm sensation of lube dripping between the crease of my ass.

“I’m going to lube you up, and put something in here too,” he states, touching the puckered area with his fingers again.

His fingers massage the lube into me, and then I feel the tip of his finger glide in easily. Not exactly painlessly, though.

Marc gives me time to get used to it, and then pushes in more. The feeling of his finger in my ass and the vibrating bullet in my pussy is pushing me to the edge. It’s not enough. I crave more. I need him in me. I need him to make me come.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please, what?” he asks.

“Just,” I pause to moan as his finger starts going in and out easier. “Please.”

I feel more lube being poured onto me, and the ease of his finger going in and out of me is driving me absolutely insane. I need to feel more.

“More. More, please,” I plead.

He growls again as another finger is pushed into my ass.

“Ahh!” I yell out.

It only takes a few minutes for me to be used to both his digits massaging my narrow canal, but then he withdraws, but only for a minute.

“I’m going to put this in you now,” he says, bringing the small anal toy around so I can see.

“Okay.”

He lubes up the narrow, black toy and then begins sliding it into me. After having both of his fingers in me it’s not hard to get used to, but I can still feel a slight burning sensation as I stretch around it.

“You okay?” he asks once it’s in.

“Yes. I’m okay,” I say in a breathy voice.

He removes the vibrating bullet, and I’m rewarded with his tongue instead. He laps up my juices, and dips his tongue inside of me. My cheek is pressed against the comforter, and I move to grab the material in my teeth and bite. The pleasure is mind-numbing. I feel like I’m in another world.

“You know what you taste like, Nathalia?” he asks after he removes his mouth from me.

“Hmm?” I muse, unable to speak actual words.

“Like a woman who wants my dick.”

I groan and squeeze my eyes shut. “Yes.”

“You want it?”

I only nod my head.

He must have grabbed another toy, because I feel a sharp pain come down on my ass cheek. I cry out in surprise, the pain only lasting a few seconds.

“Do you want it?” he repeats.

I almost debate not answering, because then I’ll be granted another smack, but I answer.

“I want it.”

I feel something soft and feathery graze the area that was just hit, then it trails down the back of my thigh and back up. My body breaks out in goose bumps.

He moves from the bed and undoes my restraints. My body falls flat onto the comforter, the anal toy still in place, and he takes time to pull off his boxer briefs and sheath himself with a condom.

“Get on your hands and knees, baby,” he whispers as he takes his position behind me.

I obey and he rubs his hand over my ass before giving them a small squeeze. Wasting no time, he plunges deep inside of me.

“Ahh, shit!” I yell.

Marc stills when he’s buried in deep, then he rotates his hips, making sure I feel all of him. When he begins thrusting, they are long and slow movements. The full feeling of having him in my pussy and the toy in my ass is overwhelming. It seems to amplify everything by ten.

As he’s thrusting slowly, he begins maneuvering the toy in rhythm with himself.

I see stars.

Holy fuck. I never knew sex could feel this way. I can never have anything less now that I’ve had this.

“God, Marc, that feels so good,” I draw out.

He grunts, and stops messing with the anal toy and focuses on fucking me deep and hard. His hand comes down in a loud slap on the back of my thigh and I feel my pussy drip around his cock. The wet sounds between us are getting louder, and while some people may be embarrassed by that, it seems to fuel us both on.

His hands dig into my flesh harder as he pushes himself as deep inside of me as possible. I grip the comforter in my hands and cry out in absolute bliss. One hand comes around and rubs my clit, and it only takes him rubbing a few circles until I’m coming around his cock. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m squirting around him, because the wetness I feel dripping down my leg is unreal.

“Fuck yes!” he growls.

I feel like I come for at least half a minute. The high never leaves me, but my legs do begin to feel weak. Marc grasps a handful of my hair and pulls as he mercilessly fucks me from behind

Right as the tingling sensation in my scalp begins to become too much, he releases the hair. He did it just enough to cause some pain, but not enough to be unbearable.

When his thrusts stop, he slowly removes the anal toy. It’s such an odd feeling, but it doesn’t hurt.

As soon as it’s out, he flips me onto my back and thrusts into me again. It’s rough, it’s hard, and it’s wonderful. He pushes the blindfold up and now I can clearly see the hunger in his eyes. They’ve darkened. They’re not soft and loving. They are penetrating, full of sex and desire, and intense.

His left hand comes to my throat as he balances his body weight on his right forearm. I feel his grip tighten, and while my oxygen is restricted a bit, a new wave of pleasure takes its place. When he fucks me harder, his grasp tightens as well, but I’m still able to breath.

I hitch my legs over his hips, and his dick penetrates even deeper, finding that perfect spot.

“Fuck me. Give it to me, Marc,” I beg, needing to come one more time.

He does. With one hand still on my throat, he pushes into me hard and deep. I feel the orgasm building within me. Everything is so sensitive and all my nerves are tingling.

With the perfect thrust, his cock hits my g-spot at the same time he grinds against my clit. I explode into a million pieces.

The yell I release might be the un-sexiest scream of bliss, because it’s deep, rough, and throaty. I feel animalistic in that moment, but I don’t care.

Marc joins me and roars loud as he succumbs to his own orgasm.

That night, after we clean up, I fall asleep in his arms. He cradles me against his chest, and I go to sleep with one thought.

There’s no way I’m letting go of this man.

I haven’t been too fond of this dating situation Marc came up with. He’s spent the last month with Thalia, and while yes, we do talk on the phone, it’s not all I’m wanting. I’m starting to worry he’s backing out of the original plan.

It’s even more worrisome that I seem to care so much if that is the case.

Picking up the phone, I decide to talk to him about this.

“Hey, Linc,” he answers, the happy tone in his voice making me feel better already.

“Hey, yourself.”

“What’s going on?”

“Not much. Are you busy?”

“Nope. Just got out of the shower.”

Trying to not imagine him in the shower, I say, “You shower at five in the evening?”

I hear him laugh. “I just got back from the gym.”

“Oh? What gym do you go to? I go at least four times a week.”

“It’s a smaller gym near my house. I doubt you come out here to work out.”

“I could.”

“You would drive out here to go to a smaller gym?”