“Yes.” His voice was tight. “Because you beg so sweetly.”
Lifting her breast, he spanked his fingers against the distended nub. Patience gasped as he did it again and once again. Then he lifted her other breast. The sound of each light spank excited her more than the one before, because each one sent a more powerful jolt of pleasure flashing through her body. Her hips jerked uncontrollably and she felt a heavy wetness, slick and hot, between her legs.
She heard herself panting as Matthew paused. His eyes seemed to glow and moisture spilled liberally from the engorged head of his prick onto her thigh.
“That’s enough for now,” he said. But then he gave both swollen nipples a long, hard pinch.
Patience groaned at the sensation of the stiff, dilated nubs being compressed. She strained and struggled beneath him. Her darkened nipples felt hot and huge. Her clitoris began to throb for release. “Please, Matthew . . .”
He rubbed the trunk of his meaty cock against her leg. “Beg me better.”
Her heart thumped and her hips twisted. “Please! Please, Matthew—I’ll do anything. I promise! Just touch me—touch my cunt—I beg you!”
“That’s better.”
Then his fingers were between her legs. She groaned and her hips jerked up. She was soaking wet. Had she ever craved release more?
“God, your desire is pouring out of you. You see, Patience? Submission suits you.” His eyes burned into her. “I told you I knew what you desired. I’m the one, Patience. I’m the only one for you.”
Patience’s heart raced. She moaned and her hips lifted, as he rubbed his whole hand over her slick flesh. She drew up her free leg and pulled at her bonds. Then he pressed the heel of his palm against her tortured clitoris, and slipping his fingers past her outer folds, he rubbed the opening of her quim. Hot, pulsating passion scorched her. She surged against him. “Matthew! Please!”
Something dark and fierce radiated in his eyes. “Why? Why should I?”
Because she wanted it! No, that was wrong. She couldn’t think. What was the answer? “I—I don’t know!”
He snatched his hand away, and she almost wept.
“Yes, you do,” he said, tipping his hips and zealously stroking his weeping cock.
Her hips undulated and she couldn’t seem to stop them. She squeezed her eyes shut against sudden tears.
What was the answer?
God, she would do anything, just let him give her release!
“Whose pleasure do you serve, Patience?”
Her eyes flew open and she looked directly into his fierce gaze. “Yours!”
“And what do you get by serving my pleasure?”
“
My
pleasure!”
“Yes,” he moaned. And falling prone between her legs, he opened his mouth over her slick, wet folds.
Patience gasped and flinched back in surprise and shock. But he pressed forward, and a ragged cry was wrenched from her as his tongue lapped ravenously—his lips, nose, and chin rubbing against her heated sex. Patience stared, even as her hips jerked and her body trembled. She couldn’t get away. A beautiful and bewitching defenselessness flooded her mind and filled her heart.
And then Matthew’s mouth latched directly onto her clitoris. She gasped and her toes lifted from the bed as more blood surged into the heart of her sex. She shuddered and shook, and, as he laved her relentlessly, he pushed his fingers just inside her wet cunt.
All thought caved in upon itself. Her hips heaved up. She pulled at her bonds. Her head spun and her body tightened. And still he laved her and rubbed her, and her body drew tighter and tighter. Taut as a bowstring, she bucked faster and faster. She panted and gasped.
Nothing mattered but release.
Nothing mattered but Matthew.
Her bottom lifted from the bed as she pulled upon her bonds and rubbed shamelessly against him.
And then everything he’d done to her—the stroking and withdrawing, the sharp and brilliant spanks upon her nipples, the delicious pinches, and his firm and unyielding control—all fused between her legs in a hot, glorious jubilation. Like a crack of thunder, she exploded.
Eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched, her blood roared in her ears as fissure after fissure of blinding euphoria wracked her. And then it sundered her nerves into infinitesimal specks of bliss that floated into the nether reaches of her body.
Her legs dropped slowly and weakly upon the bed, and—finally—her tears fell. Tears of relief, elation, and frightening realization.
Matthew stayed between her legs, sucking upon her inner thigh for a long moment before crawling over her. As he looked into her eyes, his features hard and handsome, she saw the face of her domination. But rather than recoiling, her heart filled with joy. And this made her cry all the more, for she feared emotions that should not be.
Matthew stared at her, pulling hard upon his dripping prick as her tears fell. “Yes, Patience. That’s beautiful. Let your tears come.” A dark glow seemed to ignite in his eyes. “Don’t fight them. For it’s only through tears that you’ll find your way down the path I’m leading you.”
Held in his fierce regard, Patience couldn’t look away. His words both confounded and thrilled her, and caused more tears to well up from deep inside her. And as they spilled, she felt as if something profound were occurring—something she didn’t yet understand, but wanted.
“Yes. Let them fall,” Matthew breathed. Crouching over her, he lifted her higher against the headboard and wrapped her in his embrace. Arms and legs holding her, he pressed kisses into her hair as he thrust his cock sensually against her belly.
She could not return his embrace; she could only receive—his comfort, his kisses, his hunched body covering hers both possessively and protectively. She was powerless, yet somehow she was safe—completely and entirely safe.
Moaning, she opened her mouth against his neck and sucked and tongued his taut skin.
He groaned and held her tighter. But then he pulled back, his eyes blazing with lust. “You make my heart ache and my cock throb.”
He sucked a deep kiss from her mouth as he scooped his fingers into the wet opening of her quim. Patience gasped and her hips jerked, but then he stood on the bed, drawing his wet fingers over his tongue as he straddled her. “It’s time for what I promised.”
Patience’s blood raced in her veins as he thrust his hands into her hair and, lowering himself, rubbed his meaty cock and swollen balls against her tear-streaked face.
A shudder wracked her body, and, in its wake, an animal-like passion seized her—one without shame or inhibition. She luxuriated in feeling the veiny column of his hard prick and the soft press of his cods against her cheeks, her nose, her chin. She smelled him and tasted him as she opened her mouth.
“That’s right, use your tongue,” Matthew rasped.
Patience obeyed immediately and drew a wet swath against the whole length of him. Again and again she stroked, wild for the taste of the salty fluid that ran down his shaft, and desperate to wrap her lips around the source.
But Matthew did not indulge her. Instead, he freed one of his hands from her hair, and scooping up his sac he lifted it to her mouth. “Lick my cods.”
Patience’s clitoris pulsed at his tensely voiced order. Without pause, she lapped and tongued him.
Matthew watched her, a hard glitter in his eyes. “That’s good, now suck them.”
God!
Patience’s cunt tightened as she opened and drew one tender testicle into her mouth. She moaned and felt him quiver.
Matthew held his dripping cock to his body and looked down at her as she tongued his flesh. Gasping, his hand moved vigorously on his cock.
Patience’s clitoris burned as blood rushed into it. Letting him slip from her mouth, she drew in his other testicle. She caressed it with her tongue and then sucked it deeper, for the sight of his thick organ, dripping above her, made her dizzy with desire.
“That’s good,” he praised, never taking his eyes from her. “That’s so good.”
She laved him with firm passes of her tongue. Her cunt felt hot and wet. He shifted his hips forward and pressed her to the headboard as he pumped his hand over his cock. A warm droplet of pre-cum splashed upon her brow. Her hips twitched. But what she really wanted reared above her, red and weeping.
“I know what you desire, Patience,” Matthew rasped. “And I’m going to give it to you.” His hand tightened in her hair. “Now, remember what I told you.” Then he pulled free his sac, and she barely drew a breath before he swiftly pushed the whole dark red knob of his prick into her mouth.
Patience closed her eyes in sensual appreciation as she sucked the juicy head with an eagerness fueled by years of anticipation. It was so soft and velvety smooth. She loved the feel of it against her tongue. She loved the hardness beneath the softness. And she loved the salty fluid that she sucked from the dilated opening at the tip.
Matthew groaned. She felt his hands twist in her hair then he began to move in short thrusts. Just as she had seen Mary do with Wilson, just as she had practiced with the young garden cucumbers, she held him tightly with her lips.
“Look at me, Patience.”
Patience lifted her gaze. Her cunt clenched anxiously, for his eyes held a fierce fire. He thrust then withdrew, only to thrust again more deeply and stay.
Patience moaned at the feel of him in her mouth and her clitoris pulsed with a hot, dry need.
“That’s good,” he gasped. “Now open for me. Open more.”
His words and the sound of his voice worked upon her like an aphrodisiac. She blinked in complete and sensual obedience and opened her mouth wider.
Matthew grimaced as he pushed slowly into her. Patience shuddered and her hips tensed as she felt more of his thick flesh pushing into her mouth. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he withdrew. She gasped for breath but then he pushed in again. Over and over he did this, and with each new press she felt her mouth moistening and her jaw relaxing. With each new press, she felt him sliding deeper. And then the smooth head touched the back of her throat, and this time he did not withdraw.
Patience drew her breath through her nose. Her lips were tight around his corpulent cock, and she could feel the thick passage that brought his cum depressing her tongue. Her mouth was full of him, yet she wanted more.
He pulled out and his cock swayed as he tipped her face up. His eyes looked black with lust, and his expression, stern and powerful, made her heart quake and her cunt rush. “That’s good, Patience.” His fingers slipped into her mouth, then over her lips. “That’s so good. Now just a little more.”
Gripping her chin, he lifted it, extending the column of her throat. Then with one hand in her hair and one hand around his cock, he pushed back into her, pressing and pressing until his knob was pushing against the back of her throat.
Patience groaned and her eyes watered, whilst her clitoris burned and her cunt wept.
Matthew held her in place, murmuring, “Yes, yes.” Then he began to rock his hips, just slightly, causing the head of his cock to rub firmly against the sensitive area. Saliva trickled down her throat, but the more he rubbed, the more accustomed she grew to the feeling.
“That’s my beauty,” he said thickly. “Now remember my instructions.” And then he ground hard against her, forcing his thick flesh into the turn of her throat.
Patience’s body leapt and her hips heaved with uncontrollable lust as he thrust short and tight.
Moaning, Matthew withdrew completely, but only long enough for her to take a gasping breath. Then he sank deep and thrust again.
Her mouth was stretched and full of him. Her hips tilted and gyrated, and her clitoris flamed with the need to be possessed.
Faster and deeper he plunged, his loud panting the only sound above her own short breaths. She did not hold him back. And with each fury of thrusts, his cock seemed to sink deeper, filling and stretching the entirety of her throat. Her splayed knees pressed down and her hips jerked up. It was merciless and exquisite.
Then his breathing deepened to grunts and feral growls. His fingers tightened in her hair, and crouching like some fallen angel, he shuddered over her, thrusting his organ of dominion into her with a wild and unrelenting ferocity. And beneath him, she writhed and undulated as he stole her resistance, her inhibition, and her pride, and fed her obedience, carnality, and subservience.
Matthew’s savage cry split the air. And in her mouth, Patience felt his cum pulse up his cock before it spewed down her throat. And like the fiery waters of the river Styx, his cum was a fierce and flowing tide.
But it didn’t matter, for she was already his creature. As he ejaculated his hot, glutinous seed, her blood roared and her heart thundered. And, though he gave no touch to her straining clitoris, she found her rapture while drinking voraciously of the virile communion he fed her.
Chapter Six
THE OPINIONS OF SIBLINGS
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved . . .
SONG OF SOLOMON 5:2
An angel tore her from the grasping hands of her admirers who pulled at her clothes and her hair in order to keep her by them. Their rolling eyes and loud cries of frustration frightened her, so she clung to the angel as he flew away with her. High into the heavens he carried her, his mighty wings beating the air, until all she could see were planets and moons and bright starlight.
Then his voice came from all around her and inside her. “I have taken you. Now whom do you serve?”
“I serve you,” she replied.
He drew her closer into his embrace. “And who am I?”
“Matthew.” Lifting her head, she looked into his dark eyes.
“Yes.” He pressed his lips softly to hers. “And if you serve me well, I shall heal you.”