Page 8 of Leather & Lace

He is so large I think he will rip me in half. Little by little, he gently presses his dick into me, the sensations have my eyes starting to roll into the back of my head. Then, once he is about halfway in, he thrusts hard, filling me entirely. My body jerks up against the restraints in response.

“Fuuuck!” I say, as my body receives an electric shock up my spine. He is holding my hips so hard that I will definitely have fingertip bruises on them tomorrow. He thrusts deep and fast, causing my head to fall back and body to tense up. I openmy eyes to see him fucking me wildly in the mirror above. His beautiful and muscular body railed into mine. His dark grip on my pale flesh. It feels so fucking good.

“Fuuuuck, Jenny, you are so fucking tight and wet. You feel so fucking good. Take this dick. It's made for your pussy.” His words have my head spinning. I feel it again, that burn starting in my stomach and my muscles start to shake with anticipation. “You gonna cum for me again, Dollface? I can feel your pussy clenching around me. Take it all.”

“Yessss.” My words are stuttering out.

Then it hits...that sweet fucking release. I scream in response. I am so full of him, I can hardly contain my body. My entire being shakes and arches from the immense pleasure pulsing through my veins. His hand wraps around my throat as I scream in ecstasy. The pressure of him cutting off my air as I cum, is a high I will never be able to describe.

“That’s it, Dollface, cum on my dick! Cum all over it!” I am sent into outer space, almost blacking out from pure bliss. Then, without warning, he pulls out and flips my entire body around to have me on my stomach. Sending a harsh smack on the back of my ass making me wince and tighten my pussy.

My wrists are still firmly attached, the slight pain from the lace rubbing against my wrists intensifies the pleasure cascading through my body. I have my arms stretched out in front of me. I most likely from this angle probably look like fucking superman flying right now.

He grabs my waists again and thrusts hard back into my quivering wetness. “This ismyfucking pussy,” he says with a low growl, I can feel his dick harden more. “Say it, Dollface.”

Looking back behind my shoulder, I lock eyes with him and say, “This is your fucking pussy baby.” Truer words have never left my mouth. His thrusts start to become more feral, becoming faster and frantic. Taking his hand, he wraps hisfingers around my neck again and squeezes roughly. His fingers bury themselves into my sweaty waist. I can hear his groans becoming louder and quicker. Every inch of my body is in pure bliss.

I can feel myself about to go over the edge again, that burning starting in my lower half and traveling up my tensing muscles. I scream out his name again as I lose myself on his throbbing member. He releases himself into me, letting our orgasms unite and rip through our bodies at the same time. I can feel him releasing inside me as my body pulsates in response. A loud moan escapes his lips as he leans back, cussing.

“Fuckkkkk..Jennnnny.” With one last final thrust, we both collapse on the bed.

CHAPTER 5

ELI

Waking up, I can smell the aroma of coffee and bacon wafting up to my room. Another night of shitty fucking sleep. I check my phone, laying on my bed stand next to me and see I have ten missed texts from Ashley. I told her to not get attached, but she just won’t listen. I just don’t do relationships. As I pull myself up and out of bed, I throw on some gray sweatpants and make my way downstairs to where Dane and Chase are sitting at the kitchen island, scarfing down their breakfast.

“You fuckers better have left me some food and coffee,” I say in a groggy voice. They both look up to me and give me a slight nod, meat and eggs filling their cheeks.

“Ok, so we got the party details set up for tonight man.” Dane says with a mouth full of food. “I got a lot of college kids that are going to be attending.” He gives me a wink and a quick chuckle. College kids...those trust fund babies. It’s great for business, though. Those fuckers will buy anything. They have all Mommy and Daddy’s money to spend without a single fuck to give.

I have run my business for three years, and it just keeps getting bigger. I grow and sell marijuana to distributor businesses here in California. Started out with just one cannabis production, now I am up to three. One in southern Cali, another in central and one here up in Northern California.

My company is the largest in this state. Over 300 employees. Yeah, sure, I know it’s not what every parent wishes their kid was good at, what they truly hoped they would accomplish in their life or careers, but hell, my cracked-out parents didn’t give a damn about my ass.

I have been on my own since I was eight years old. My worthless drug-addicted parents didn’t give two shits if I lived or died. I remember one year, I believe it was just around Christmas time, because all the neighbors had glistening lights around their trailers, us...we had none. All we had around our home was broken down, rusty cars and trash bags that just kept piling up outside.

I was in my small, dark room wrapped up in my red thin blanket, laying on my air mattress; it was freezing. My body was shaking from the chill taking over my trembling limbs. My parents never turned on the heat due to not wanting to pay that bill, so I sat in my room, gripping myself in the fetal position on those nights to try and stay warm. I remember the hot steam from my mouth making little, floating clouds all around me in the pale moonlight shining through my frosted window.

My mother came into my room that night, looking for her lighter. She kept yelling and yelling at me to give it back to her. She was feening hard and in a mental fit. I remember the fear that ran through my small, trembling body, pleading with her I did not have it. She tore the blanket off my quivering body, grabbed me by my hair and dragged me through the trailer.

My father was passed out on the couch with a lit cigarette dangling in his fingers, the ashes started to gather like little ant hills on his NASCAR shirt. Once she got to the front door, she swung it open and threw my tiny body out into the unforgiving winter, telling me until I told her where it was, I would sit out there until my toes froze off.

I knew she always hated me. I was never what she wanted. She never wanted to be a Mother. I know her parents were just as cruel to her as she was to me. I sat outside for almost an hour in the foot of snow. I sat on the bottom stair, gripping my knees into my chest. My eyelashes started to form little crystals on the end causing my eyes to sting everytime I blinked them.

I cried to my mother to let me in, the sharp cold stung like razor blades through my damp clothing. My bottom burned like I was nearing frostbite. But all I heard from the inside was the football game playing on the TV and the sound of her lighter flicking. The sound of that flicking still haunts my darkest nightmares. She forgot I was even out there. Like I said, they didn’t care if I lived or died.

As the night fell darker and colder, the neighbors' twinkling lights had me getting to my feet and walking towards them. The beautiful, colorful twinkling lights had me in a trance as I made my way towards the dreamlike daze. I kept my eyes glued to those lights until my eyes started to blur.

Jingle bells played from their front yard Christmas decoration as the lights started to blur together in my vision. Causing them to multiply and glow around me. I fell due to exhaustion before I even made it across the street. A neighbor who lives just a few doors down, was on her way home from her late-night nursing shift. When her bright headlights exposed my lifeless body, She pulled over quickly. Her screams of terror and panic also haunt my dreams to this day. That was the night I was taken away. Finally being released from that hell.

She was the angel who saved my life. I remember her scooping my little body up into her arms and running me to her warmed car, the heated leather seats stinging my aching cold pierced skin. As she pulled into her driveway, she left the car running, blasting the heat and running into her house to grabwool blankets to wrap around me. After she wrapped me into the fuzzy, warm blankets, she told me to stay put as she ran back inside her house for a few minutes.

I remember being terrified that my parents would find out I was no longer outside and come take me away from this nice lady. But that never happened. She came running back out with two chocolate chip cookies and a mug of steaming hot cocoa. That was the first time I had ever had it. The little marshmallows floating on top of the steaming sea of chocolate felt like a whimsical dream.

I will never forget the name of that sweet angel who saved me from the depths of hell...her name was Eve. Fitting now that I think about it. She had the most beautiful golden brown eyes and the most sincere face I had ever seen. I wished with everything inside me that she could have been my mom.

I remember her on her cell phone talking frantically to another person. Didn’t take long for the paramedics to show up and then the police. That was the last time I ever saw my mother or father again. It was also the last time I ever saw that sweet angel ever again. Her beautiful face will forever be engraved into my memories.

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