Page 20 of Handcuffed Hussy
My stomach had butterflies from the anticipation of something fabulous, not from fear. I trusted Jack, but I knew he wouldn't take it easy on me either. I took a step back, then another. He followed, never advancing, just keeping pace with me.
When I reached the living room, I turned and ran as fast as I could in my little dress. I flew to my bedroom, hearing him chase after me, but not daring to look back. I was out of breath and too afraid to laugh, knowing he'd outrun me. Wondering what my punishment would be.
He must have paced himself, only overtaking me when we were in my bedroom, tackling me face first to the bed. The mattress cushioned my fall, his hard body on top of me. It was rough, it was physical, and I loved every delicious second of it.
He whispered in my ear, rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass through my flimsy dress. My hips lifted, seeking more. "You really think you'd get away from me, Bae?"
I moaned in response, not caring what the right answer should be.
Eager fingers brushed aside my hair, and he kissed the back of my neck, his lips soft, then the scrape of teeth. I gripped the bedspread, immersed in the shivers wracking my body. His weight shifted lower, his mouth spreading heat down my back as he unzipped my dress.
Cold air drifted up my legs as he flipped my skirt up, exposing my red lacy thong. He pulled off my body completely, kneeling between the legs he'd nudged apart. I turned my head on the bed to look back at him. His eyes were on my ass, even as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor.
I tried to turn over, to better view the body he was revealing for the first time. A rough hand landed on my low back, keeping me pressed to the bed. A quick shake of his head and I knew I wasn't going anywhere. I'd have to risk a crick in my neck to get the view I wanted. It was a risk I was willing to take.
His full-bellied muscles flexed and moved beneath his skin in perfect symmetry. He had strong arms I wanted to stroke, a chest I wanted to rest my cheek on, abs I wanted to see flexing as he thrust into me. The man was built.
I didn't get long to look because as he ripped his belt out of his pant loops, his eyes lit up and a sexy smile took over his face. The belt was held between his hands, coming closer. My heart rate spread up as I realized what he intended.
"Do you trust me, Bailey?"
I nodded eagerly, too excited and turned on to trust my voice.
He flipped me over and climbed up my body, first peeling the straps of my dress off my shoulders. The dress whisked away, leaving me in my strapless bra and thong.
Jack paused, his eyes traveling up and down my body, looking quite pleased with what he saw. "Perfect," he whispered reverently.
Then it was all in fast motion, him moving me higher on the bed, wrapping the belt around my wrists and around my bed post. I was trussed up and at his mercy in the blink of an eye. He pulled back and contemplated the situation.
"Hmm...what shall I do first?"
I squirmed, unable to keep still under his hot gaze, knowing he was in full control. He moved off the bed to push down his pants, stepping out of his boxers as well. His cock was firm and long, bobbing as he walked back to me. I licked my lips, wanting to get my mouth on him since my hands were out of the picture.
"Later, I promise..." he murmured as he straddled my body, lowering down to kiss me slowly. His hands reached behind my back to unclasp my bra and toss it onto the floor with all our clothes. My breasts were finally given the attention they needed when he cupped them and tasted them, teasing with teeth, lips, and tongue.
I'd never had a problem orgasming before and I knew tonight would be no exception. If he didn't move lower quickly, I was ramping up to explode right then, just from the sensation on my nipples. I was breathing hard, trying to hold back, trying to prolong this pleasure.
Jack climbed lower and spread my legs again, before settling between them, his breath reaching me through the lace of my underwear. I lifted my hips, but he wouldn't be rushed. One finger trailed down the lace, earning him a groan.
"You're all wet, Bae."
"Yes, yes..." I couldn't form a sentence any longer and I didn't care. He could have all the control and I wouldn't even put up a fight. Not if this was my consolation prize for being a good girl.
"Mmm." He pressed his face there, his tongue adding to the wetness on my panties. Then the lace was pulled aside and his finger was inside me, his tongue flicking above. A strangled cry came out of my mouth and I rocketed right over the edge, eyes squeezed tight and pleasure exploding everywhere in my body.
He kept licking and plucking till every last tremor left and I was a twitching mass of nerves on the bed. I couldn't feel my arms stretched out above my head and I didn't care. I could die happy, having experienced the best orgasm ever in the history of orgasms.
My eyes were closed, and I was floating. Still in the room, but half gone. I vaguely heard Jack moving around and then I felt my arms being pulled down. I opened my eyes to him rubbing feeling back into them, a concerned look on his face.
"Better?"
I nodded, a soft smile on my face. The pins and needles were there, but in the background as I got my fill of his body. He had nice boy legs: shapely calves and muscled thighs ending with a tight butt that would look good with my hand print on it.
I was back. The sleepiness left me as I envisioned slapping Jack's ass. More so envisioning his payback and how delicious that would be.
"What are you smiling at, sweetheart?" Jack was still rubbing my arms, one eyebrow quirked.
"Something for later. Right now though, I really want to taste your cock. May I?" I sat up, ready for more fun.
