20 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 Final 16 : AM Arthur @am_arthur vs Jodie Griffith @jodie_griffin #NSFW

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Acts of Faith – A.M. Arthur

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 “Want you to think of me every time you do laundry,” Sam whispered. “Want you to think of me bending you over, fucking you into orbit, while you’re separating lights and darks.”

Reign groaned and pressed his forehead against the cool metal of the washing machine. Hands unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down to his ankles. Boxer briefs followed, and the cold air brushed across his bare ass. The angle gave no mercy to his aching cock, and Sam was not hurrying to touch him.

More jangling and fabric rustling, and Reign’s inside clenched with anticipation. Fast and dirty against the washing machine.

Sam’s heat passed close by, and then the familiar snap of the lube cap. A finger nudged at his opening. It pressed inside in a single, fluid motion that earned a surprised yelp Reign couldn’t stop. Sam didn’t let him adapt to the intrusion. He began a smooth in and out pace, slicking Reign’s body for what was to come. A second finger slid in with the first on a pleasant burn, filling him in the best way possible, until Sam’s hand stopped at the second knuckle.

“Fuck yourself on my hand,” Sam said.

A shudder tore down Reign’s spine, raising goose bumps all along his shoulders and arms. He shoved his hips backward, impaling himself on Sam’s fingers, grunting at the wonderful feeling of fullness. He swiveled his hips in a grinding motion, instead of thrusting back and forth, reveling in the sensation of having a part of Sam inside his body.

Sam curled his fingers. They brushed across his prostate, and Reign bit his wrist to hold back a shout as tiny darts of pure pleasure raced up his spine. He wanted that amazing sensation to last forever, but was too afraid of it shaking him to pieces if it did. All physical contact with Sam was with the two fingers stroking him, scissoring him open, but Reign had never felt closer to his partner. Never felt more safe and protected and loved.

A third finger nudged in with the others, and Reign bit harder on his wrist. The burn was intense, even with them only in to the first knuckle. Sam stopped pressing forward. His left hand smoothed up the sweaty skin of Reign’s back, beneath his shirt, petting, soothing, and his cock pulsed with anticipation.

“You can take them,” Sam whispered.

The noise Reign made was part whimper, part groan and all desire. He trusted Sam, trusted anything Sam wanted to do with his body. Knew that no matter what, they’d both get there and it would be worth it. Reign shifted his feet a bit, then pushed back, down. He felt every ripple, every millimeter of skin and bone as Sam’s fingers nudged a little deeper, a little farther. Opening him up, filling him. Sam’s hand on his back kept him from arching up, but it also provided grounding—Sam was there, and he wouldn’t let him fall.

“More,” Sam said.

God, how much more was there?

His body stretched, burned, came alive as he pushed down a little bit— “Fuck,” Reign hissed as Sam’s fingers slid in past the second knuckle.

Sam held him still, long enough for Reign to start panting. Neither of them moved, and all Reign could do was feel. Experience the exquisite fullness, the intensity of the stretch as it rippled up his spine, curled his toes. He wanted to scream but didn’t dare. He wanted to touch his cock, to touch Sam’s, to do something besides lay there, spread out for his lover, but he couldn’t move. Couldn’t make himself break the spell.

And then Sam, the delightful bastard, curled those fingers again, and Reign arched up. White lights flashed behind his eyes as his orgasm pulsed just beyond reach. His balls drew up, and the skin on his cock was tight enough to hurt. He needed release so much, but he couldn’t find it. All he could do was pant and groan his need—and yet something in him would not beg. Not this time.

“God, Rey, you’re gorgeous like this,” Sam said. The hand on Reign’s back slid up to grip the base of his neck. “So fucking gorgeous, and all for me.”

“Yeah.”

“Mine.”

“Yours. All yours, Sam.”

Those incredible fingers pulled out, and Reign didn’t have time to mourn the loss or experience the emptiness, because Sam pushed his cock inside in one smooth stroke that seemed to last forever. Reign groaned his pleasure into the crook of his elbow. Sam draped his big body over him, both hands coming around to brace on the front of the washing machine. The scent of Sam, of sex, of detergent, filled Reign’s nose and made him dizzy.

Sam gave him no time to adjust or wonder. His fast, deep thrusts stroked across Reign’s prostate every time, pushing him higher and higher, with no quarter to claim his orgasm. The moment he inched a hand down, instinct demanding he touch himself, Sam grabbed his hands and pressed them down on the washing machine. Trapped. Unable to do anything except take what Sam gave him. Reign let go and fell into the vortex of pleasure Sam had created. Experienced the intensity of sensation in his body, rippling up and down his spine, crackling across his skin.

He wasn’t sure how long it lasted, only that Sam thrust hard inside and stilled, and Reign felt the familiar warmth of his release. Sam held him there until Reign wanted to sob with need. Sam bent his head and nuzzled at the skin beneath Reign’s ear. “You want to come?”

The noise Reign made was as close to a yes as he could manage.

“Okay.” Sam pulled out, and in the same breath, pushed his fingers back inside, hard and deep, and he said, “Come for me.”

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Tied and Twisted (Best Bondage Erotica Anthology) : Jodie Griffin
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Ropespace. I love it, and Mason knows it.

“Here we go, love. Lift your arms.”  Mason’s low words were murmured. There’s not much talking when he’s working his magic. He lets me zone out, his touches sure but gentle, his hands directing me where he needs me to go. He began wrapping rope around my body in a harness —my shoulders, my chest, my waist, my hips—and I swayed along with his movements, my eyes closed.

“Fucking beautiful.” His words came from behind me and landed in my ear.  I smiled, in my happy place. Then he pinched my nipple and bit my neck and I shivered, leaning back against him. His hands continued to touch me, adjusting rope, teasing skin.

I heard him say thank you—to the safety monitor, I guessed— and then he maneuvered me a few steps forward.  I still had my eyes closed, but I felt him attach my harness to the suspension ring, and then a bunch of tugging as he shifted me horizontal, my feet coming off the ground. He pulled harder and lifted me higher, then tied the ropes off.

I was face up, floating on air. I let my head drop back and my arms fly to my sides, my bones and muscles shifting to settle within their rope bounds. I gasped as part of the harness, ropes that ran between my legs, came to rest in the crack of my ass. The knot Mason had tied in them was at exactly the right spot to press against the fat plug he’d teased and tortured into my ass this morning.

It felt so damn good to be outside, naked, swinging from a tree in a very adult, very kinky twist on a favorite pastime. September was the perfect time for this. Not too hot, and most of the mosquitoes were gone. The sun was warm on my body, and a light breeze ruffled the leaves on the trees.

Mason bent my leg and wrapped rope around my thigh and calf, binding them together. Apparently I wasn’t going to be allowed to simply fly free today. My muscles screamed for a moment, but when he finished the tie, they relaxed.  He moved to the other leg, doing the same.  This time, though, he tied it off to the ring, so one bent leg was up, and the other was hanging down, not suspended by anything but gravity.  Air blew against my core, making me shiver, and then I realized it was Mason, not a warm late-summer breeze. He licked me until I thought I’d lose my mind, twisted the butt plug and then, when I groaned, bit the inside of my thigh.

His hands coasted over my skin, between my legs, inside my body, touching me as though he had every right to, and he did. I’d given him that right the day I’d accepted his collar, and again when we’d said our wedding vows. And I loved it, more than I’d ever be able to describe to anyone. Mere words couldn’t measure what being dominated by my Master did for me.

The bite of the rope and the scratch of his skin melded into one long stream of sensation, but he still wasn’t done. Again he worked silently, allowing me time to bask in the quiet in my head.  He cuffed my wrists together behind me with more rope, then tied them to the leg that was hanging free.

I heard murmurs around me but they were just white noise. I was focused on the touch of Mason’s hands and let out a gasp when his mouth sucked hard at my nipple. He clamped one and I groaned.  He laughed and did the other, then tied them off to the suspension ring, tugging at the clamps, causing a delicious ache between my thighs. I made some noises but couldn’t form any words to beg him to stop—or do it harder.

I’m not sure how long Mason let me drift there, but it was long enough for my mind to empty of clutter.  It was a gift of time from my Master, the one man who knew every chaotic inch of my heart, body, mind and soul.

I felt free, and safe, and loved.

Soon other things began to filter in, though I was still floating in ropespace. Mason’s hands supporting my head, his thumbs brushing my cheeks. “Open, baby,” he murmured in his deep, deep voice.  I did, and he pushed his cock inside, gliding against my tongue. I licked him and sucked, but a flick of the rope attached to the nipple clamp had me moaning.

He bent over me, whispering in my ear in a sing-song way. “Mason’s got Addie strung up from a tree, they’re f-u-c-k-i-n-g.”  On each letter, he took the opportunity to withdraw and plunge deep, pushing into my throat.  I was at exactly the right angle to ease his way, and each time he pressed into me it jiggled the nipple clamps, making me gasp around his erection.

Need unfurled inside me, drawing me out of ropespace and back into the moment.  I peeled my eyes open, blinking at the bright sun beaming through the leaves of the tree above me.  “Please, Master! I need to come. Oh, please.”

“Not quite yet, my sweet little slut.”

 

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