Authors: Natalie Dae
Another swift shot in the same place, another slap of belt
on flesh, urged Dan’s head up and forward, neck corded, teeth gritted. A pained
moan wrenched from him and he flopped back down, his chest glistening with
sweat.
“Quiet,” Kat said, stern, no nonsense, enjoying the game.
Dan closed his lips and breathed through his nose, nostrils
flared. A welt bloomed on his thigh, an angry red slash, and for a moment she
felt awful.
“Okay?” she asked, just to make sure.
He nodded. “More.”
His tongue slid over his lips again and a bead of sweat
broke from its anchor and meandered from his temple into his ear. Kat licked
her own lips, mimicking his movement, wishing his mouth on hers.
She fondled her nipples, fingertips soft against their
rigidity, and a shot of desire zipped to her core. Dampness lubricated her
folds and she pushed away the urge to dip her fingers inside and circle her
nub. An ache pulsed through her, a fierce yearning, and she sighed in an effort
to calm herself.
“Don’t touch yourself,” he said.
“Hush!”
Kat struck him again—one, two, three blows.
“Fuck! Ah…Kat. Come here.”
She remained where she was, silent.
“Please?” he whispered, cock vein pronounced, a purple-hued
streak against pink. “Kat?”
Belt on the bed, she walked to the bedside cabinet, her
heels loud on the wooden flooring. She lowered to her haunches, letting her
scent waft up to tantalize him, and he turned his head. Opening a drawer, she
reached inside and curled her fingers around a slim phallus she’d brought with
her, four inches in length.
Should I use it on myself?
She smiled and
reached into the drawer for lube.
“Fuck. I smell you, Kat.”
The heady aroma grew with her excitement. Her inner thighs
slick, she sashayed to the end of the bed and climbed on, kneeling between his
legs. His breathing quickened and another opal of pre-cum dripped, disappearing
into the line of hair. She took her time unscrewing the lube, squeezing a
droplet onto the phallus and tossing the tube aside. With languid strokes she
smoothed the liquid—up, down, up—and imagined Dan’s cock in her hand. Phallus
ready, she slid it between his ass cheeks. He grunted and tried to raise his
knees, crying out as the shoelace tightened on his ankles.
“Oh god!” he whispered. “I love this.”
She circled his puckered hole, easing the phallus tip
inside. He jolted, released an “Ah!” of pleasure, and she waited for him to
become accustomed to the intrusion. One second, two, three…and she pushed
farther, slowly so she didn’t hurt him, until he took it all. It slid in
easily.
Has he done this before?
His cock bounced then strained at an
angle to his body. As she began a slow rhythm—in out, in out—Kat fisted his
cock and copied the movements of the phallus. Dan’s inner thighs pressed into
her legs and he bared his teeth.
A low growl rumbled from him, exacerbating her lust. His
cock hardened further and his balls rose inside their sacs.
He’s close
…
A few strokes more and Kat removed the phallus, taking her hand from him. He
whimpered, he was nearing orgasm.
“Kat, please. Please come here.”
And I want to. Oh god, I want to, but…no.
She dropped the phallus and stood, holding her arms out to
her sides to steady herself. Lifting one leg, she placed her boot sole on his
hipbone to the right of his cock and lowered the heel to his upper thigh,
amazed at how it came so naturally.
Dan raised his head. “Please…I can’t…can’t—”
Kat applied more pressure and he thrashed his head from side
to side on the pillow. A heel touch more, more again, and he opened his mouth,
snapped it shut, lips a thin line.
“Oh fuck.
Fuck
!
” He gritted his teeth and air
hissed between them, long and drawn out. “I…I’m going—”
“No! You mustn’t.”
Kat removed her boot and stepped farther up the bed. Knees
bent, she rested them on either side of his torso. Her thigh muscles relaxed
and a light breeze tickled her skin. She looked down at Dan’s pursed lips. He
blew gently, his biceps bunched, knuckles white.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Yes.”
His hot breath huffed out and she cupped his face, thumbed
his cheeks. Her scent fanned up and he inhaled deeply, his brow furrowed in
concentration. Kat lowered herself onto his stomach, the contact of his skin
against her wet folds a painful tease.
Dan groaned. “Untie me, Kat.”
“No.”
“Fuck.”
She smoothed her hands down his neck, along his collarbone,
and palmed his chest. Dug her nails into him and scraped them toward her cunt.
Her fingertips glided over her inner thighs and she itched to touch herself.
His cock tapped her ass, the tip damp. Maybe a little too damp.
“Have you…?” She held her breath.
“Nearly. I—”
“Hold off.”
Kat tweaked his nipples—hard—and he writhed beneath her, his
hands starfishes. His tongue darted out and she leaned down, catching it
between her lips and sucking. Dan raised his head again, greedy, wanting, and
she pulled away. She ached for more, for the feel of his tongue against hers.
One tiny scoot backward from Kat and his cock, hot and ready, slid up her ass
cleft. The abrasion on his sensitive shaft wrenched a groan from him and he
bucked his hips, striving to gain control. When she pinched his nipples once
more, he mumbled incoherent words and she quickened her pace.
He gave an animalistic yell and lowered his hips—he was
perilously near. Kat placed her hands on his chest to brace herself. Lifting
her ass, she scooted backward onto his thighs and opened one of the condoms
she’d placed beside him on the bed. She covered him then settled her cunt on
the end of his cock. The air stilled along with her body, the only sounds their
ragged breaths and the monotonous tick of the bedside clock. Her inner walls
contracted, squeezing his throbbing tip, and Dan whimpered again. She plunged
down then up, letting his cock leave her.
“You want me, don’t you, Dan?”
He nodded.
Then I’ll make you wait.
She climbed off him, off the bed, and untied each shoelace.
He rotated his wrists and ankles, bending his legs. His hand moved to his face,
lingering above the blindfold, but he lowered his arm to rest beside him. Kat
opened the bathroom door—he must have heard its creak and known what she was
doing—and left the bedroom. Inside the bathroom, she leaned against the wall.
The cold contact shocked a little desire away and she closed her eyes,
steadying her breathing. A fierce throb swelled her clit.
If I just slip my fingers… No.
She started a count to sixty. Just one minute extra to make
him want her more. Is he indecisive? Is he wondering whether to fist his cock,
give himself a taste of pleasure?
Sixty reached, she tiptoed into the bedroom, her footfalls
near-silent.
Dan’s fingertips hovered above his cock and he sucked the
pointer finger of his other hand. He took his finger from his mouth and placed
both hands on the bed.
“Did you touch yourself, Dan?”
He jumped and shook his head.
“Did you want to?”
He nodded.
“But you didn’t?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Lust gripped Kat and she pushed her breasts together,
massaging them. Rolling a nipple between finger and thumb, she pulled, tweaked,
the pleasure-pain almost too much. Pressure built in her clit and her other
hand snaked down. She halted at the touch of her damp hair and snatched her
hands away, holding them out to her sides.
“Are
you
touching
your
self, Kat?”
“No.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
“Come here?”
“No. Turn over. Get on your hands and knees.”
Dan complied. His broad shoulder blades stuck out and his
narrow waist begged for Kat to wrap her arms around it, rest her cheek on his
back. Belt in hand, she walked to the bottom of the bed and brought the leather
up in a wide arc then down again. It cracked against his ass and he shunted
forward, a
whoomph
of surprise gusting out of him. He hung his head,
arched his spine, then relaxed. She smacked his ass again and his yell brought
more moisture to her cunt. Another, another, another, each strike urging hoarse
cries from Dan—and Kat. Breath sifting through clenched teeth, she struck him
again—harder—and his deep shout accompanied his hand leaving the bed and moving
down to his cock.
“Leave it!”
“Kat, I-I can’t…I’m—”
“I said
leave it
!”
Frustrated, he slapped his palm on the bed and she whipped
him twice more.
“Turn over. Quickly.”
I can’t take any more. God, I need him.
He spun over and she let go of the belt. It clattered to the
floor.
Dan snatched off the blindfold and his piercing brown gaze
met hers. His cheeks were flushed, he breathed heavily, his cock was so thick
in his hungry state. She climbed on the bed, positioned herself over him and
presented her cunt to his face. She removed the condom then licked his cock
head, savored the taste of pre-cum and guided his shaft deeper. His tongue
probed her wet folds and she sucked upward on a moan. He caught her clit
between his lips and sucked; she sucked and
god
, she wanted to come.
With frantic movements, her head bobbed up and down, tongue flat against him.
His tip butted her throat, the shaft widening, his vein pulsing. Kat sucked up
and licked the head, swirling the tip of her tongue around the rim of his cock.
Dan’s fast, flickering attentions gained pace and she gave a frustrated cry.
Turning, Kat rolled on a fresh condom and straddled him, leaning down to kiss
her juices from his lips. Hands cupping his face, she kissed him, conveying all
her emotions, her need for him, her love for him. He returned the kiss and she
reared up and slid onto his cock.
Ah fuck!
The feel of him slowly filling her spurred
on her orgasm and she rode him hard. He brought his hands up to fondle and
pinch her nipples, and the sensations intensified her speed and need for
release. His hips rose a little and she pressed her clit against his lower
abdomen, the friction aiding her chase for the ultimate pleasure. Her sheath
squeezed him and tingles grew in her clit, spreading through her folds and
spiraling inside her.
Dan panted, grunted and pinched,
pulled
her nipples.
“Kat. Fuck, I’m—”
She was there, desire roiling. She hissed through her teeth,
hiked in a sharp breath and rested her hands on his chest for better leverage.
His cock throbbed and she fucked him quickly. Her elated cry joined his and he
glided his hands over her breasts, gripping her waist and pushing her down onto
him. His body shuddered and he closed his eyes, lips slightly parted. Kat
slowed, aftershocks buzzing her clit, her labia. When they stilled, she leaned
forward, offering him her mouth. He ran his tongue over her lips, dipping it
inside to touch hers. Their kiss deepened and his hands, so gentle, roamed her
back and buttocks.
She didn’t want to move. Wanted his cock inside her forever.
Love for him surged and she broke the kiss to pepper more on his eyelids, his
cheeks, his salty neck, fully sated for the first time in her life.
* * * * *
Kat woke and squinted. The early morning sun streamed
through the window, the light hurting her eyes, and she turned her head to look
at Dan. He slept on, lips slightly parted, long lashes almost touching his
cheeks. God, she loved everything about him. Who would have thought he shared
the same tastes as her in the bedroom? Never would she have guessed it by his
demeanor at work. He came across as almost shy, although she knew different
from her time spent chatting with him. Amazing, really, that they had been
drawn to one another from the start and both had secret fantasies about the
same thing.
Last night they had talked for the longest time in the
darkness, Kat snuggled up to his side, one leg draped over his. Dan expressed
his desire to be dominated but admitted sometimes he enjoyed taking control.
Their preferences suited each other perfectly, and Dan asked whether she would
like to reverse roles next time.
Next time. He wants a next time.
Kat smiled and resisted stroking his cheek. Stubble had
grown overnight and it suited him. She imagined it rasping against her inner
thighs as he dipped his head between her legs. Heat suffused her face and
desire flared in her cunt. Would she ever get enough of him?
No, I don’t think I will.
He stirred, one eye opening and then the other, and smiled
at her as though amazed she was beside him. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself. You sleep okay?” She finally got to stroke
his cheek.
Dan lifted his hand and grasped her wrist, turning her hand
so he could kiss the palm. “Yeah. You?”
“Pretty good.” She kissed the tip of his nose.
“Did you think any more on what I said last night?”
“Yeah…”
“And?”
Kat laughed. “We could try it, though I’m not sure how I’d
feel being tied.”
“You won’t know until you try…” His smile crinkled the skin
beside his eyes. “You game?”
“Yes, but the minute I—”
“The minute you feel uncomfortable, I’ll untie you.”
Kat rose and stood beside the bed. “Want to join me in the
shower?”
Dan jumped out of bed and chased her into the bathroom. Kat
squealed, reaching across the tub to switch on the shower. His breath caressed
her back a second before his open palm slapped her ass. She turned to face him.
He brought her to him, arms around her lower back, and kissed her deeply. She
caressed his shoulder blades, loving the feel of the jutting bones. His cock
hardened against her thigh and she released a moan into his mouth. Dan circled
the slapped area with his palm and smacked again. Kat pulled her mouth away to
gasp into the crook of his neck, then grazed her teeth along his collarbone.
Steam filled the room, the moisture adhering to her skin, and she writhed
against him, the slickness of their bodies turning her on.