18 Oct '17

#SSceneC2017 : Cari Silverwood vs Lane Hart @CariSilverwood @@WritingfromHart ‏

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Acquired Possession – Cari Silverwood

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“Thank you, beautiful. Stay as you are.”

The smile Emery glimpsed made her want to touch his mouth, trace his lips, but she stayed, her fingers curled in the fabric, her nipples growing harder, her pussy already swelling with need.

Shiny trinkets draped from Mako’s fist – creatures, a star, a fish, all with clamps attached to them.

“I also love decorating you. Hold your breath.”

Emery lay on the bed, eyes wide, as he placed his hands on her.

One, two, and three of the trinkets went onto her nipples and mound. She hissed at the pain. Another was poised above her clit, the cold metal lying over that nub that surely protruded more than it should from this torture. Then he paused in his application of the little clamps and soothed her with words of praise and fingers and hands. Sliding hands, cupping hands, over breasts, thighs, her face, her lips, and inside her mouth.

With two of his fingers lying over her tongue, she subsided, mind quiet, letting the many pains mesh into some greater thing. He began to play between her legs, and she arched.

Suffering became an echo of desire.

“You want to be free? There’s a primitive freedom in pain and sex.” Mako’s fingers penetrated her, edging deeper.

Philosophy while he fucked her, hurt her…made her sigh. He was right…she liked.

He slid damp fingers from her pussy and around and over the trinkets, kissing, tracing elaborate paths to reach her nipples. Then he sucked on each until they shone with his saliva and stuck up red and aching. He went south down her body, tugging at the trinkets, placing new ones – down the slopes of each breast and across her stomach. Little silver fangs.

If she roused and peeked over the bunched cloth she saw twin silver trails. They tinkled when he flicked the bells.

Dear sweet unknown gods, the delving of fingers, the searching with tongue, how he caressed each deviant ornament or kissed her with force and delicacy when he happened to be at her head end. She writhed into his grip, into his wrecking hands and nipping teeth.

Just when a climax neared he’d find some new place to set a trinket and roadblock her desire.

“Spread your legs, wide.”

More?

Panting, she parted her legs, eyeing his advance with suspicion. From the sensations, he attached a trinket to each side of her pussy entrance. Then he stepped back from the bed, a yard or so, admiring her.

“Pretty. If only you could see this as I see you. Wet, swollen lips and the silver marking out where I should go. The red spreading from where they bite your stomach…” He padded nearer, chuckled. “Lucky I bought so many of these at the market.”

Luck? She didn’t believe that for one second and twisted out an answering smile.

“A little more, Emery, and I’ll show you nirvana.” From a pocket he drew an object then placed it on the bed. “The accuator.” This was a blue metal object shaped like a penis – even here men made sex toys like dicks.

Then he took a pincer hold on her clit and clipped a trinket directly over the middle. She squeaked and almost released her hold on the gathered dress.

Why, again, was she suffering this? Logic had blurred.

Why? Him. Complicated, so complicated. He ate up her pain. She loved the darkness in his eyes, the pleasure he gave her, the way he stopped to watch when she whimpered and wriggled. To her consternation, she also loved her own subjugation to whatever he wished to do to her.

At some point, in the middle of this unrepentant sadism, that alone had become enough.

Your wish is my command…

“Hold your legs up, hands beneath your thighs.”

Such soft words. If he’d yelled, she would’ve thought less of him.

She raised her legs and held them, aware of every clamp and how they wreaked their small damage, holding her in their biting teeth. As he leaned over her clamped nub, she stiffened, for already it throbbed as if about to burst.

But he only squatted and licked her delicately with the very tip of his tongue, drawing a whimper from Emery. Go toward or away from his attentions? At the last, she sighed and gave in. The coaxing of his soft tongue would convince an angel.

Then he rose and picked up the accuator pleasure device he’d left on the bed, unclipped his fly and took out his cock without bothering to lower his pants to the floor.

Being fucked while he was clothed…it had its allure. She rocked her ass, inviting him.

Imagining that first touch, that penetration, she would swear she could feel the warmth of his cock. Blindsided by desire, her legs began to shake.

Carefully, he splayed his fingers atop her knees. “Remember what I asked you to do that day on the top of the hull?”

“Yes.” How could she forget?

To open herself.

Already her hands were wrapped over the back of her thighs. As an offering she couldn’t get much more obvious.

“What do I want you to do?”

Fuck.

She cleared her throat. How had she come to this?

“To open myself.”

“Then do it, Emery.”

Her name. A pivotal word. He made her a fucktoy but she was his fucktoy, and he acknowledged it. Not a throwaway thing. Not merely a slave.

She sneaked her hands lower and found her labia and she pulled them apart.

“You want me to fuck you?”

His eyes were hard, intense. He hadn’t tied her down and here she was, saying yes, yes, yes.

She shut her eyes, opened them, and he was still there, asking.

“Yes, please.”

Was she getting wetter just saying this? Wondering if he’d noticed only made her feel like squirming.

“More.” He snapped his fingers. “What do you say?”

“Sir.”

He pressed something on the accuator and purple light haloed the business end.

Oh fuck. That purple?

“Remember the Hall of Lawgivers? It’s the same energy. This should both hurt and feel good.”

Then he pressed it to her clit as he put his cock to her entrance and pushed into her, riding on her slipperiness, spearing her in that delicious way. Her thighs shook, again. She dug her fingers into them to try to control herself.

That first thrust, that ultimate invasion.

Overcome, she bowed her spine, her fingers making bruises, her gasp ending in her stopping her breath. In her ears was the thrum of lust, the squeak of the bed as he leaned on her.

Mouth open, she registered the purple humming into her clit and flashing off his face. Her clit was on fire, or worse. Groaning, she felt every muscle in her body lock. She screamed and came, and came again, rolling into the orgasms as he fucked her, with each thrust slapping her thighs, jarring her breasts and the trinkets, and seeming to go motherfucking soul deep.

 

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Jax – Lane Hart

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Squaring her shoulders, Page seems to collect herself and her confidence when she walks towards me. She surprises the shit out of me when she actually jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. My reflexes are quick, so I grab her ass to hold her up at the same time our lips meet, hot and hungry.

Easily carrying her tall, lean weight, I make it inside her apartment and shut the door with my foot before clothes start flying. The fireman’s hat and jacket are first, then Page’s shirt and bra. The rest are all below the belt and will require us separating.

“Bed?” I ask against her lips.

“Anywhere,” she responds, sounding like she’s ready to throw down right where we’re standing.

“But I didn’t even get to use the line I had ready for when you opened the door,” I tell her when I lay her down on a bed I assume is in her room.

“Doesn’t matter,” she says, her hands trying to figure out how to get my fireman pants off.

“So you don’t want to hear about how I’ve got a long ladder to use to save your pussy,” I ask.

“No.” She laughs. “That’s horrible.”

“You’re so hot I need to cool you down with my hose?”

“Stop talking and get naked fireman,” she responds. “I’m in desperate need of your…hose, even if it has been in thousands of fire crotches.”

“Hey!” I scoff, but then her hand finds its way into my pants, fisting my hard shaft. I have those heavy pants off a second later, retrieving the condom in the pocket before tossing them along with her shorts and panties out of our way.

I flip Page over like a pancake to take her from behind. After tearing the condom wrapper with my teeth I start multitasking, rolling the condom down with one hand while the other estimates her readiness. Hot damn, she’s dripping wet, and she immediately starts squeezing the fuck out of my fingers. I barely touched her, and she came for me.

“Damn, princess. You miss me getting you off the last few weeks?” I ask, pulling her hips back and lining my cock up to slide inside her.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Then why didn’t you just ask for it?” I’m sheathed all the way inside her wet heat after one deep shove.

“Oh God, Jax!”

“Is this what you needed?” I ask, my hips pumping like they can’t go fast or hard enough.

“Yes!”

“Then we’re lifting…the goddamn… no fucking…sanction,” I tell her, leaning down to bite her shoulder.

“Please,” she almost sobs that one word.

“Please, what?” I ask through clenched teeth. Sweat is already running down my face while I try to last. “You want me to fuck you…until your body shakes underneath mine?”

Yes, God yes!”

“You going to let me fuck you all night?” I ask, my hands tightening on her hips to pound into her harder with each word. “Every. God. Damn. Night?”

“Please, Jax!”

I press my chest flush against her back to reach around underneath her. My fingertips circle her trigger point and with one last deep shove her sexy body tenses and shakes, her moans music to my ears.

Ahhh,” I groan with the explosion of my own release. After she milks every last drop from me, I pull out and flop over onto the mattress beside her. Page continues to lay limply on her stomach, face buried in the pillow. “You still alive, princess?” I ask with a poke to her ribs.

“Mmm,” comes out softly when she squirms. Finally, she turns her head to the side to face me, hair in her eyes, a fuck-drunk smile stretched across her face.

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One Response to “#SSceneC2017 : Cari Silverwood vs Lane Hart @CariSilverwood @@WritingfromHart ‏”

  1. robin swinford

    Jacx paige are awesome they should get voted everytime they are the sexiest couple I’ve had the pleasure to read

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