Page 35 of Encircled in Darkness
Tonight, it was her turn.
Waiting until she passed me, I slapped my hand over her mouth and had her body locked against mine before she knew what was happening. I felt the edges of reason blur as she fought in my arms. She smelled so fucking good, and I wanted to eat her alive. Tasting her sweet lips on mine, the monster grew impatient and slammed her to the table.
Her tears fell and I wouldn’t keep her in fear. This was meant to beexciting, not terrifying.
“Have you been a good girl? Or have you beennaughty?” I tried to level the sound of my voice, pushing the monster aside so Amaya knew it was me.
She whispered, “I’ve been naughty.” And my cock lurched in my pants.
“You remember what happens to naughty girls?” I whispered, grinding my cock against her. I had yet to fuck her ass, but we were working on it. With the size of my dick. I would injure her before either of us found pleasure.
“Naughty girls get fucked.” She remembered, and her eyes cut to mine from her position against the table.
I could see genuine need and lust staring back. Lust and desire for me, and I would reward my naughty girl. “Right fucking answer.”
She moaned into the empty bar, “James.”
I kissed along her neck, but never let her off the table. Thrusting against her ass, I could feel her rocking back against me and I slid my hand down her spine, rubbing her ass with the palm of my hand.
With my hand in the middle of her back, I stood up and reached into my pocket. Pulling out a pair of trauma scissors, I growled. “Don’t fucking move.”
With quick motions, I used the sheers to slice her clothes from her body, each cut revealing more of her soft creamy skin. She tried to look over her shoulder and I pressed her face back into the table. I had her in just her bra and panties, her shorts and t-shirt shredded under her prone body.
“James?” she inquired; her voice muffled from my hand against her cheek.
I slapped her ass hard, and she stilled under me. “I said don’t move. You really are being bad. I’m going to have to punish you if you keep it up.”
I was trying to play the game she wanted, but the real implications of the monster having her completely at his mercy were more than I could have ever expected. I wanted to plunge my cock into her wet pussy and listen to her scream for me. I wanted to stuff my cock so far down her throat she choked for air. I wanted to restrain her and take my pleasure from her until I had my fill of her body.
Instead, I kept him on a chain and continued to cut through her undergarments until she was naked in the cool empty bar. I tossed the scissors to the table and fell to my knees. Her perfect ass was in my face and I grasped both cheeks, squeezing them. Her pussy was wet, and her inner thighs damp from her desire.
With her bent over, I could see her puffy lips begging for attention. Leaning in, I smashed my face into her wet center and kissed and licked until she was writhing. She was still positioned flat on the table, but her hands were flailing. I stood and took my belt out of the loops of my pants and wrenched her arms behind her, securing them with the expensive leather. Leaning over, I rested my chest against her back and whispered. “Stay still and I’ll let you cum. Keep fighting me and you won’t cum for a week. Do you understand me?”
She nodded her head and whimpered as I lowered myself back to the floor. Licking her center, I focused on curling my tongue against her engorged clit, watching as she fought to stay still, knowing she was about to shatter apart.
“Fuck, cum on my tongue.” I groaned into her pussy and battered her clit rapidly until she shouted into the air.
Standing, I unzipped my dress pants and pulled my cock through the opening. Rubbing the crown through her arousal, I gripped the shaft tightly and pressed the head in between her slick lips. Gripping both hips, I pushed in slightly, withdrew and with all my force, slammed my full length into her wet center.
“Ahh!” she screamed, pushing up to her tiptoes, and I knew Skid heard her from outside. He wouldn’t come in, knowing Amaya was safe with me.
I wrapped my hand over her mouth and pulled her head back as I flexed my hips, working my cock in full strokes. Thrusting faster into her, I released her mouth so I could hear her pants of pleasure. Faster and faster I fucked her against the table, and she moaned louder and louder as she got closer to her release.
“Fuck, please.” She pleaded. Reaching around her, I slipped my hand over her engorged clit and rubbed the little button, feeling her channel grip me tighter and tighter.
She shuddered, and I felt her flood my cock as I fucked her harder and faster. The tingles built in my spine and I power fucked her, my head thrown back in ecstasy. The orgasm gripped me and ripped me apart as I filled her perfect pussy.
She was panting and I fell forward on her with my forehead resting on her naked back. Feeling her body shake under me, I lifted to see she was chuckling. I kissed her and removed my belt from her wrists, rubbing the tender flesh while I was still buried nine inches deep into her pussy.
Pulling her back to my chest, I kissed her neck and whispered. “I missed you today.”
“If this is how you show me you missed me, you may need to go to Portstill more often.” She joked and I groaned, slipping my still hard cock from her.
She turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me with passion and love. She remarked, “I don’t have anything to wear home.”
“There’s a bag under the table.” Kissing her again, I slipped my length back into my pants and watched as she covered her perfection with the clothes I grabbed from her house on my way here.
Linking hands, we walked to the door and she set the alarm before we locked up and exited. Skid was leaned against his bike, his headphones in and his head on a swivel. Chuckling, he shook his head and I looked at Amaya who just realized we had an audience. Even in the dark parking lot, you could see her flush with embarrassment as I helped her into her car and followed her home.
