Page 76 of Vicious Arrangement
Chapter Twenty
NOAH
I’m still fuckinghard and I think I’ve just had some kind of religious experience and I’ve found my niche. Normal sex, especially if it’s with Aria, is amazing, but this is… a different kind of amazing.
It’s coming home.
I look down at her and take a sip of the bourbon I poured, the only thing I had on hand.
Aria enhances the taste, and her cunt might be my favorite way to drink.
I stand, working my cock lazily, enjoying the view.
She really has a gorgeous pussy. I admire it. Love it. The soft lines, what it hides, the pleasure they provide, but this is one of the first times I’ve taken my time to admire one like this.
Used by me but not yet filled, wet, aroused, pink, and swollen. And her fucking opening… Jesus, it’s… open. It’s starting to close, but my size stretched her, and it’s an erotic sight I’m not about to forget.
Regretfully, I remove the pillows and toss them back on the sofa’s now naked back rest. I untie her hands and step back.
“Your job isn’t done, my girl.” My sub, my slave. I shiver. I’m not ready to utter those words, but I’m fucking home in this. And I think she is, too. I’ve read up on it, and I’ll read more because I want to test us both, see where we can go, what our limits are.
I already know I want to fantasize about pain, about whips and welts, about pegs and pain to get pleasure, but real life is about tying her up, domination, a light, controlled spank that’s symbolic.
Maybe she wants more. Or less.
We’ll work it out, but first I need to come.
I pull off her blindfold, and excitement lights up her blue eyes. Her hair is a mess of wavy curls, and her gaze locks onto my erection.
“Hands behind your back.”
She does so, and I set down the drink I don’t really want—she’s way more intoxicating—and I tie her hands, before returning to stand in front of her.
“Good girl.” I give her a stern look. “Now, I want you to suck my cock and fuck yourself on it. Choke yourself. You need to make me come and it has to be fast and good.”
She only whimpers as I jack myself.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask.
Aria comes in, and I guide my cock into her mouth. It’s so different in there, nothing like a cunt or an ass, but magical anyway, especially when she sucks or she gags on me. The droolshe produces gives it the kind of glide made to make a man insane.
I let her go at first, driving me mad, to the edge, but I need it hard and fast like a fuck. I need to have it even and steady in the beat. So I wrap my fingers in her hair and take over, fucking her hard, going deep into her throat. It’s so amazingly good as she swallows over and over that I almost forget I have all the control.
But I ease back when I’m on the brink of coming, but I’m too far gone, I can’t stop that orgasm, and I can’t stop the come that rushes up and spurts out and into her mouth rather than her throat or all over her, and I grab her head by the hair and hold her while I come.
“Fuck, oh, shit. Your mouth is holy. Fuck!”
My knees threaten to buckle as I pull out, and she swallows without asking and I look at her, the juices on her thighs, the bliss in her eyes, and I know I want more.
“I’m going to fuck you again,” I say as I sweep her up and stride to my room, “over and over so you know you’re mine.”
“I am yours.”
A thrill hits me hard. “And we’re going to fuck until we can’t move. What do you think?”
“Yes please. Sir.”
The next dayshe’s gone early, but she leaves a note. “Gone for a run” is crossed out and Angus is fed and in my room. I’m at work.
