Free to Trust : C.W. Nightly
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The leather wrapped around her wrist, the buckles tinkling as his hands worked to secure them. Her pulse jackhammered in ears. Every fiber in her body craved the intense euphoria he released on her when he restrained her. The divine boundaries between pleasure and pain that he paid no regard to, and that shattered her. He repeated the process, checking the binding at each limb until she could barely move. She lowered her cheek to the soft leather.
“Angel, you look gorgeous on my sofa like that.”
He pressed his arm between her legs and against the toy. The sensations became much more intense. Then he let go, and she moaned in disappointment. Her body cried out for the release. Release from the stress, from the worry, from the need for this reconnection with Cole.
She whimpered with need.
“Shh, I’ll let you come. Just not yet. Calm down a little and enjoy.”
His words dripped with promise. The humming between her legs vibrated harder, and at the same time, his fingers began stroking over at her back passage. His touch disappeared a moment but then returned slippery as he pressed against her puckered entrance. Her body parted, allowing his finger to slide past her defenses, and with slow patient strokes he worked her passage open.
“Later, I am going to claim you here too. All of you will belong to me, Kate.”
Her body shivered, his words adding another layer to his seduction of her entire being. She tingled with desire as the familiar lust induced haze settled over her, freeing her of inhibitions, freeing her of guilt, freeing her to submit everything she was to Cole.
A new pressure prodded as he stretched her. She let her eyes drift closed and focused on the new sharper demand. He slipped in what she believed was a plug, pushing forward and retreating, taunting her. With each pass, he pressed a little deeper. She took deep breaths and arched her back, trying to manage the tangle of sensations, somehow needing more. It slipped into place, and his touch disappeared.
Kate shifted her hips, trying to increase the contact of the dancing butterfly, but found herself helpless to affect anything. A strangled moan erupted from somewhere deep inside her while she floated in her cocoon of arousal that overwhelmed everything.
“Angel, I need you to answer me. If you want me to stop something I’m doing, all you need to do is tell me to stop. Do you understand?”
His reminder penetrated the thick fog clouding her thoughts and she nodded her head to affirm she understood.
“No, tell me.”
“Yes, Cole. I understand.” Her voice cracked as she whispered the words on a half moan. The pressure between her legs increased momentarily but then stopped again, bringing her even closer to the sharp edge of climax. He fluttered something over the opening of her sex and over the head of the plug in her ass. She pressed her body further into the teasing sensations needing more. The object disappeared, leaving her desperate, but came down instead on the softskin of her behind.
The slight sting radiated outwards, sending electric shocks to her already throbbing clit. Several more swats rained down over her ass and upper thighs, lighting her whole body on fire. She lay there, mouth open, moaning and panting, seconds from a body-shattering detonation. She craved the next lash with her whole being…but it never came.
The sound of whatever instrument Cole used hitting the floor echoed in the quiet room. Seconds passed without another sound except the hum of the device strapped to her. The sudden rustling of clothes from behind her promised Cole had reached his own limits of torment. His hands stroked over her heated skin, reigniting her fevered need.
“Your pleasure is mine, Angel. I love watching your body vibrate with need. So close and yet so far from what you want. Tonight you may orgasm as many times as you like, but only while I am inside you.”
He pressed the tip of his erection to her delicate folds and thrust forward. Filled beyond words, she raised herself to meet him as much as the restraints allowed. She welcomed him into her core, burying him as deep as her body allowed and urging him to take more. His hands wrapped around her hips, immobilizing her as he glided in and out of her with slow measured strokes.
Her body climbed towards the precipice of pleasure. Lost to anything but the sensations Cole wrung from her. As the heat of her impending orgasm blossomed in her body, everything stopped. The toy, his delicious penetrations…all the sensations disappeared. She groaned as her body clutched fruitlessly, seeking more stimulation, anything that would release this pent-up need.
“Angel, are you okay?”
“Cole, Cole, I need…I need to finish.”
“Of course you do, and you will. And it will be so much better.”
His hand smoothed over the heated skin of her behind again, causing her body to quiver. She released a frustrated groan and tried to relax, but she was coiled too tightly. Her body and her mind ached for the pleasure he could deliver.
“Do you know why we are in this specific scene, Kate?”
“Because I am yours, Cole.”
His deep chuckle filled the quiet room while his hand continued to taunt her, gliding close to but never touching her core.
“Good answer, Kate. God, I love your smart mouth, but that is not correct. You are getting a taste of your own medicine, Angel. The desperate need and helplessness you feel right now is exactly what you did to me when you cut me out.”
A loud crack shattered the silence in the room as his bare hand made contact with her already scorching flesh. So much harder than his earlier licks with the crop. Flashes of heat sped through her followed by tendrils of pleasure as he smoothed over the spot he slapped. After a few seconds, he swatted the other cheek, driving her to the edge but not enough to relieve her.
“I’m sorry, Cole. I’m so sorry.”
The words poured from her mouth and she sobbed them in frenzied urgency. She meantevery syllable to the core of her being. She’d never been sorrier. Sorry for misjudging him, for not trusting him, for not listening to him. But most of all for not communicating with him. This was the apology she couldn’t bring herself to give him, but he enabled her to deliver.
“I’m sorry, Cole,” she whispered, the last words from her heart.
“I know, Angel. This one is for you.”
He slammed his body into hers impaling her on his massive erection. Already overly aroused and reaching, every inch of her sex responded to his possession rocketing her to the first crest of her orgasm. With each powerful stroke, her climax grew until she faced a tidal wave crashing over her, carrying her away. Surrounded and swathed in everything Cole, she floated.
Every movement, designed to push her higher, building the high only he provided.
His strokes gentled and his hand traced the length of her back until he reached the curve of her ass. His fingers traced her cleft and played with the head of the plug.
“This one is for me, Angel.”
The humming over her clit returned stronger than before, sending tremors through her. The plug slipped from her and a new more insistent pressure replaced it. She gulped air as she tried to catch her breath. The pleasure bordered on painful, and the pain bordered on pleasurable. The two sensations collided and created something entirely new.
A strangled cry erupted from her for the second time with the burn of him pushing past the outer ring and into her untried passage. He burrowed deep, stretching her with each shortened thrust. The sudden sting stole her breath but the idea of asking him to stop never crossed her mind. She wanted him to possess her at this moment, needing to be everything to him. Like he was for her.
He slid the last of his length into her and stilled as his pelvis pressed against the tender skin of her ass. For seconds, he didn’t move or speak. Kate continued to pant through the intense stimulation, fighting the second orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her.
“You feel so fucking good like this, Angel. I need to just feel you for a minute. I feel you clenching, but wait for me. Hold it off.”
A pressure continued to build at her core. A force of its own, over which she had absolutely no control, threatened to shatter her. When he withdrew and plunged back into her body, the tension peaked and her orgasm barreled into her, contorting her body and ripping strangled screams from her throat. Her body pulled at the restraints while her pleasure-suffused cries filled her own ears, blocking out everything else.
Her body clenched as spasm after spasm wracked her, until her muscles softened. The darkness of unconsciousness closed in on her, swallowing the words she wanted to say. Blackness stole her sight and hearing as she let go, reassured she could trust everything to Cole.
D.K. Silver. – Like Thunder
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Like thunder, the sound of my whip cracked in the air, potent as lightning. A trail of red marked her body. Her voice lifted and shattered like glass. This was my perfect storm; my exquisite wife, her delicate wrists bound, her arms tethered above her head, her legs spread and sex open for Davi, my sometimes lover. He closed his lips against her swelling clit, pulling her glistening pearl closer as the whip rained down on her white skin.
Crystal bucked and twisted, the combination of pain and pleasure soaring through her. Davi lifted his mouth from her beautiful pussy when I dropped the whip to the floor. Focused on me now, he stared as I unbuttoned my fly. As much as he enjoyed loving my wife, I was the eye of his storm. I had the power to rip them apart by merely turning away and blowing out of town. But that wasn’t going to happen, not tonight.
“Davi, stand behind my wife and ease your cock between her sweet thighs.” Hugging them both, my cock slid alongside his, our embrace lifting her off her feet—a wave of heated sweat sluiced down our bodies, erotic and messy like a wet dream.
It has taken much effort and many years to create my world so I have control. I’m not the storybook control freak you read about, that’s for neophytes; I don’t tell my wife what to wear or how to sit, I don’t need to. We’ve been simpatico from our first meeting-that has been our guide.
Because I can, without warning I shifted upward, my cock teasing Davi’s asshole as I leaned back to cup my wife’s breasts.
“Padrao, por favor!” groaned Davi.
“Please what? What do you want?”
“Padrao, I’ve waited so long for you to come back. I want your cock in my mouth, in my ass; I want you. Please don’t make we wait any longer.”
“Mmm, Davi, waiting intensifies pleasure. My sweet kitten is just learning how denial works; she’s a fast learner, a very apt student.” To make my point I stepped away, a ghost of a smile on my lips as they listed towards me. Frustrated, Davi hugged Crystal tighter, squeezing her breast with one hand, palming his cock with the other, thrusting it along her heated seam.
“Jon,” purred Crystal. “Jon, it’s—please touch me,” she begged.
“Oh baby I plan to, believe me. But right now I’m so hard for you both, the view so spectacular; Davi pinching your nipples while thumping his hot cock on your clit. I could cum now just watching, but I won’t and neither will you.”
I placed a chair behind Davi.
With rapt attention, their gaze followed me as I stretched, reaching up to unbind Crystal’s wrists from the knotted rubber loops at the ceiling; she gazing into my eyes while Davi focused on the metronome motion of my cock as I walked to my metal chair.
Sitting opposite them toe to toe with Davi, I spread my legs and took my cock in hand. I stared at her pert tits, her round derriere pushed up against Davi’s firm belly while his glorious cock pulsed against her swollen sex.
“Fuck, Padrao,” growled Davi, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Crystal— he is trying to kill me, making me wait, the way he teases.”
She laughed. “Can that happen, being teased to death?”
“Ah, sweet Crystal, you have yet to experience how lethal a tease can be. Davi, tip her forward, but hold her shoulders so she can suck my cock. You’re going to wait for yours.”
Crystal shuddered in Davi’s grasp, rubbing her clit along his stiff shaft. All the while she sucked me down, Davi stared at me licking his lips, waiting for his turn.
“That’s right sweetheart, just like that, take it in, deeper.” Weaving her long hair through my fingers, the fragrance of her damp hair, her glistening skin and her luscious sex filled my nostrils. Davi was so turned on he looked lost. “How does it feel to have my bride squirm beneath you, hear her suck me deeper down her throat? You remember how it feels to have me in your mouth. You know I love to play the voyeur and right now, as she’s eating me, I’m getting fucking harder just watching you writhe.”
Groaning, Davi leaned toward me, practically prostrating his body onto Crystal’s back, begging for more. Reaching for Davi’s chin, I pulled him closer, breathing into his open mouth.
“Jon, beija me, kiss me!” Davi moaned as the kiss landed, our tongues meeting, setting me on the edge of control.
Breaking the kiss, I lifted Crystal’s head from my cock, her lips deliciously ripe, her hair wild. I forced myself to push them both away from me and strode over to the low settee at the fireplace. I leaned against one of the armrests, my feet firmly planted, my legs straddling the seat.
“Crystal,” I said, “come here, knees on the cushion, hands on my thighs. Davi, I want you to slip behind my wife and fuck her. I want to see you, I want to hear you, I want to watch you as you plow through her wet heat. I want you to keep your eyes on me as you fuck her hard and if I cum, maybe I’ll stop teasing and give you what you want.”
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