Urges: Part Three (The Urges Series Book 3) (11 page)

“
Ahhh,
oh shit,” I cry out as he takes hold of me and begins to pound
away. “Oh, fuck yes. It feels so good.” I'm practically
drooling on myself from the pleasure of having him inside of me. My
clit pulses with approval, my body edges closer to falling over from
the delicious sound of him moaning and grunting as he slides in and
out of me with ease thanks to my suspended position.

“
This
is what you wanted, isn't it? To feel my cock inside of you.”
He pulls out of me.

“
Yes.
Yes. It's exactly what I needed,” I groan shamelessly.

“
I
just couldn't resist, seeing you all tied up like this. It makes me
so hot. Makes me want to plow your little cunt.” He spanks my
ass with his cock a few times before shoving it back into me.

It feels absolutely
amazing, and he doesn't let up. There's no gentility to the way he
takes me. He's all selfish and hard, using the ropes attached to the
pulley above me to angle me for different depths, some of which build
the friction, others that cause a sharp bite of pain with every
thrust. Of course, he seems more partial to the ones that make me
scream. It's the fine balance of pleasure and pain that he loves so
much.

When he finds a
position that is especially uncomfortable for me, he slows down to
savor it, milking a few explicit cries from me before allowing me to
rest while he spanks my ass. After he's given me a few minutes to
catch my breath, he lets his dick fall from my body and approaches my
face. His fingers twist into my hair as he holds it back before
shoving his cock into my mouth. For a few strokes, he lets me suck
him off as I want. My tongue swirls around his tip before I bob on
him, savoring the thickness of his dick filling my mouth. It's not
enough control for him though. I brace myself for what I know is
coming next, and he follows the projected path, tightening his grip
on my hair as he bucks up into my mouth while holding me down on him
to the point that I'm battling my gag reflex.

Already, I'm getting
better at not choking on his cock. He pleasures himself with my face
in short bursts, pumping into me for a minute before pulling out and
allowing me to breathe. It's merciful, and it feels like he has a
better grasp on what I can handle this time than he did the first
time we were together. Though my eyes are watering, I'm not
miserable.

For the next several
minutes, I'm used like a rag doll. Having me stringed up has some
advantages for him. He can go back and forth between my mouth and my
pussy with ease, and he does. I never knew it could feel like one man
could be in both holes at the same time, but he moves around me
effortlessly, pounding my cunt for a few seconds before forcing me to
lick and suck my juices off of his cock, then doing it all over
again.

Eventually, he
sticks to just fucking me. It's hard to tell when he's going for the
homestretch, since speed seems to be one of the key ingredients to
his scene this time around. He's being very vocal too, which I like.
Last time, he was almost silent. I'm not quite sure what changed, but
I hope it's permanent.

With him less
focused on angling to make me cry out and more intent on pounding me
to oblivion, the friction builds quickly. I bite my bottom lip,
moaning around it, wanting to confess that I'm about to come but
afraid he'll withdraw if I do. Instead, I just soak in the pleasures
of his body as he jackhammers into me until my core gives out and all
I can do is pant and whimper and mumble about how good it is.

“
Are
you coming all over my dick?” He picks up on the change in my
breathing.

“
Yes,
Sir.” I nod before letting my head hang lifelessly.

“
Good.
Got to make sure my girl is satisfied.”

It's a sweet
sentiment in the mix of the heat going on between us. His girl.
That's what he called me.

“
I
want to make you come,” I tell him. It's a tall order for me to
fill when I can't even move though.

“
You
can start by calling me Sir.” He pauses for a moment to slap my
ass, a gentle punishment.

“
Yes,
Sir. Please come for me, Sir.” For the briefest of seconds, I
try to rock myself back against him. It's no use though. My body is
going nowhere on its own.

“
Where
do you want me to come? All over your ass, or in that pretty little
mouth of yours?”

My breath hitches at
the suggestion of him shooting his load down my throat. It seems like
it will eventually be something I'll have to submit to. That will
take more of an emotional connection between us though. We're just
not there yet.

“
I
want you to come all over my back, Sir,” I try to make it sound
as sexy as possible, so it will be more appealing to him.

Almost the moment I
give voice to my suggestion, he's pulling out of me and flanking my
side to stroke himself off to completion. I turn my head to watch,
happy that I'm able to see him climax but still feeling a bit denied
since I have no free reign to touch him while it's happening. He
looks pretty spent as he grunts out his pleasure in long milky
streams, the heat of it feeling strange on my back, though the rope
catches quite a bit of the downpour.

When it's all over,
he quickly gets to work lowering my body and untying me. The process
is almost as arduous as it was binding me in the first place, but at
least this time I can help a little. As soon as he's loosened some of
the rope, I try to struggle free the rest of the way. At first, I
thought he was going to argue about me helping, since we're still in
his basement where he likes to maintain control, but he doesn't say
anything.

Once I'm free from
my restraints, Trent surprises me by scooping me up and carrying me
upstairs. I'm so afraid that he'll drop me that I can't even look,
burying my face against his chest, so I don't have to see the stairs
behind us. It's not until we're safely up in his living room, and he
sits down on the couch with me on his lap that I finally relax.

“
Are
you alright?” he asks with a smirk.

“
I
know you're strong.” I trace his muscular shoulder with my
fingertip. “But that was scary.”

“
I
wouldn't have dropped you.” He leans in to kiss my temple.

“
I
know, but still.” I rest against him, hiding my face in
embarrassment.

“
Did
you enjoy the sex?” He sets his chin on top of my head.

“
Are
you asking me because you're insecure, or because you're curious?”
It's amusing to think that he has self-confidence issues with as
attractive and creative as he is.

“
Maybe
a little of both,” he confesses before I feel his hand gently
rubbing my back. “Mostly, I just want to make sure you had a
good time. The first time we were together, I was a bit intense. I
dialed it back today.”

“
I
noticed. Thank you. It was quite enjoyable, though I still didn't get
to touch you much.” I pull my head away from his chest to look
at him.

“
You
can touch me now.” He takes my hand and presses our palms
together, and I marvel at how much bigger his hand is than mine.

“
It's
not the same.” I readjust myself so that I'm straddling him.
His body is warm beneath mine, and he looks more like the charming
lover who stayed the night at my apartment than the Dom downstairs.

“
Well,
we'll have plenty of time to explore each other's bodies in the
future.” He takes my hands in his and curls our fingers
together.

“
You
sound so sure of that?” I tease before leaning over to kiss him
sweetly on the lips.

“
Thinking
of dumping me already?” He's smiling, but his voice is unsure.

“
No.”
I roll my eyes. “Stop being so insecure.”

“
That's
kind of hard when everything feels so surreal,” he sighs.

“
What
do you mean?”

“
I
mean,” his eyes fall to our joined hands, “that I've
never met anyone like you before. I never thought I'd meet anyone who
would fit what I needed. Hell, I never even thought I was capable of
loving anyone until I met you.”

Did he just use the
L word? I smirk as I wonder if this is him confessing his love to me.
It's so soon, but I can feel the warm emotions coming from him. He's
not lying about being fond of me.

“
I'm
just worried that I'm going to wake up tomorrow, and this will have
just been a dream.” He looks away from me for a moment, as if
the weight of his words are crushing him. Or maybe it's my fat ass. I
can't really tell. I'm not climbing off the Trent-train though unless
he makes me. “On a different note, I'm throwing a party for the
people at work. I want you to come.” His expression grows
deadpan as he spits out the invitation.

The discomfort of
thinking about seeing the people at Chilly Creations, Inc. again is
enough to make me crawl off of his lap on my own. “Oh, Trent, I
don't know. That would be really awkward.”

“
No
it wouldn't.” He arches an eyebrow at me. “The people
there ask about you all the time. Besides, you're my girlfriend. And
there will be lots of free food and alcohol.” He puts his arm
around me to draw me closer. “Who passes up a free meal?”

When he puts it that
way, it does sound more appealing. All I have to do is be cordial. I
don't have to play buddy-buddy with anyone. Besides, I would like to
see Laura again. We haven't spoken since I left Chilly Creations,
Inc. aside from a few text messages shortly after I quit. It seemed
like as soon as I stopped working there, our budding friendship was
dissolved. That's how it often happens though, sadly.

“
I'm
not really comfortable with the idea, but if it means so much to you,
then I'll go.” I smile weakly at him.

“
It
does. And if it makes you feel any better, you can bring guests.
Maybe your lovely mother.” He urges me back up onto his lap. I
wrinkle my nose and acquiesce. His cock is getting hard again just
from the affectionate contact. I'm wondering if he's planning on
making good use of it.

“
My
lovely mother?” I guffaw. It's true that my mother is a pretty
lady, but when anyone calls her lovely, I just think of her sour
personality.

“
She
was nice to me. I think she might have even liked me.” His eyes
flash in amusement.

“
Of
course she was nice to you. As soon as you told her you were my boss,
she went into ass kissing mode. What good mother wouldn't?” I
press my hand against his chest before curling my fingers.

“
Well,
she's invited. And you can bring another guest too, just no dudes.”
He points at me.

“
Why
not any dudes?” I wiggle on his lap a little.

“
Because
you're mine, and I don't share.” He dips me back and lays me on
the sofa, causing me to squeal as he unleashes a mixed torrent of
kisses and raspberries on my neck that have me laughing and squirming
and trying to push him off of me.

The cute gesture
quickly turns heated as he finds my mouth and kisses me passionately,
holding my face in his hands while his lips trace delicately on top
of mine. I moan into the space between us, my hands slipping from his
shoulders to wrap around him. Within moments, he has forced his way
between my legs again, leaning over me precariously with his hard
dick in hand.

“
You
wanted to touch me.” His eyes rove over my face with a soft
sensuality behind them that makes my stomach flutter with
butterflies. “So touch me.”

I slip one hand into
his hair, and the other tightens around his waist as he slides inside
of me ever so gently. My leg hooks around his hip when he begins to
thrust. As he takes himself deeper, my nails dig into his back, and I
mark him mine.

CHAPTER NINE

It was like pulling
teeth to get mom and Terry to go to the party with me. Neither of
them are party people. The only thing that convinced Terry to go was
the promise of free booze. My mom, I had to beg.