“Yes,” I whisper, wanting to beg him to take me now. One touch to my clit, one finger inside me will set me off.
He parts me and traces the lines of my inner lips. He reaches to take one of my hands, rubbing my finger where his were. “Feel how swollen you are. Moisture is seeping out of your pussy and pooling here.” He lowers my finger against the pucker of my ass, and I jump. “Don’t like being touched there, baby?”
“No,” I answer automatically. Even though Rose and I have discussed it, I’m still not sure how I feel about it. He uses my finger to caress my tight hole for another moment before releasing it. Without thinking, I move to touch my clit, but his hand stops me before I can make contact. I growl in frustration, pulling against his hold.
“Oh, no, baby, this is mine. You’ve waited this long; I know you don’t want to go another day without being fucked, do you?” Losing what’s left of my pride, I frantically say no, and he grins down at me. “Good girl.” He stands and pulls off his suit jacket, dropping it to the floor. He then pulls his dress shirt from the waistband of his slacks, unbuttoning it so slowly I want to scream. Finally, he shrugs it off and reaches down to pull his undershirt off behind it. His tattoo ripples as his big shoulders flex. My mouth has gone dry, and I am waiting with bated breath as his hands drop to his belt. When his gaze locks on my breast, I look down to find myself flicking my nipple. He would never believe I hadn’t been aware of the action until now. His eyes smolder, but he doesn’t comment. He pulls his belt from his trousers and drops it lightly across my stomach. Alarmed, I look at him for an indication as to what it’s for. He never said anything about hitting me. I…no, he wouldn’t.
“Luc…please…don’t.” He looks at the belt, then back at me, and his eyes soften.
He runs a soothing hand over my head, saying, “Baby, I’d never hurt you.” I relax slightly, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. As he straightens to remove the rest of his clothing, I am fixated on his belt. Why hasn’t he moved it if he’s telling the truth. My hand has long released my nipple as I focus on the leather strap lying across my stomach. “Lia…” I look up to see his huge cock jutting out, moisture glistening at the tip. All thoughts leave me and need takes over. “I had planned for you to suck my cock, but I think we both need to take the edge off now.” His hand encircles his girth, pumping lightly before saying, “Put your hands above your head and cross them at the wrists.”
“Wh—what?” What reason could he possibly have for that? I am aching to touch him.
“Do it!” he snaps, and I rush to comply. He picks the belt up and I turn to stone. He rests a hand on my shoulder as if reassuring me before putting the belt around my wrists and pulling it snug. “Since you can’t keep your hands off what is mine, they’ll stay tied while I fuck you.” My chest pushes out in this position, and I feel like a sacrificial lamb. He walks to the end of the chaise and again drops to his knees. He raises my legs until my ankles are at his shoulders. With no word of warning, he pulls back and slams into me.
“Ahhh,” I scream, clenching against his sudden intrusion. “Luc, ahhh!” My tits bounce wildly as he sets a relentless pace. I feel wild and wanton with my hands tied, unable to brace myself, completely at the mercy of his driving body.
“Fuck!” he shouts, powering forward again and again. As sparks shoot through my body, I know I’m on the verge of coming. He holds my hips firmly in his hands, pulling me to meet his thrusts. By this point, I’m yelling loud enough to be heard in the next city, but my only focus is the movement of his cock, gliding against my clit with every stroke. There is nothing I wouldn’t do in this moment to find my release. My hips jerk, trying to take him further inside me. I am right there when he pulls out. What the? He flips me as if I weigh nothing. I am now on my knees with my ass in the air and my tied hands under my head. I remember how deep he was in the rear-entry position on the kitchen counter, and I tingle in anticipation. He caresses the cheeks of my ass, making me squirm before pushing the huge head of his cock against the slick lips of my pussy. I wiggle my hips, trying to push him inside. Instead of entering me, he glides through my moisture, before slipping back against my ass. I still, afraid for the first time of what he’s going to do. Before I can brace myself, he suddenly slams back into my pussy, pushing my body up further onto the chaise. I’m back on the brink of coming when I feel something pushing against the puckered hole he has just left. His cock is buried inside my sex as my desire-muddled brain tries to decipher what is pushing slowly into the forbidden opening.
“Luc?” Surprise and fear have delayed my impending orgasm as I try to look over my shoulder at him. I feel his hand on my back, stroking me reassuringly.
“Shhh, don’t think, baby, just feel. I’m not going to hurt you, you know that.” His hand slips from my back and around to my clit. As he tweaks the bundle of nerves, he gently pushes what I now realize must be his finger into my ass. I freeze, trying to take in the sensations overtaking my body; it’s too much to process. It feels as if Lucian has invaded every part of me. The twinge of discomfort from Lucian’s finger in my ass only amplifies the feel of his cock buried inside me. He has stopped all movement except for his fingers moving against my clit. When I push back, his big body shudders and he pulls his cock out before slamming back in. The finger in my ass moves in tempo with his cock and within seconds, I’m blowing apart. My orgasm eclipses anything I’ve ever known. His pace increases and he swells impossibly large, setting off another wave of contractions inside me as I feel him shudder in release. “Fuck, baby, fuck!” he shouts as he sags against my back, his cock still twitching inside me.
I am wrecked, completely limp and boneless beneath him. Somehow, we have both ended up in a heap of tangled bodies on top of the narrow chaise; one wrong move by either of us and we’ll be on the floor. If I’m ever able to move or think again, I’m buying a diary and detailing this experience. There is no way I’ll ever have another sexual experience that will top what just happened. I recall Rose’s description of him and start to giggle. “Geez, was she right,” I say, my body shaking with amusement.
I feel Lucian move, his weight lifting from my back. “What are you talking about?” he asks against my ear, sounding curious.