Page 13 of Only in the Dark
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for too long,” I responded before lifting the mask to sit on my head, leaning down and inhaling the scent of her pussy through her lace bottoms. I pulled them down her thighs, past her knees, and removed them from around her ankles, throwing them onto the floor. She wouldn’t need them for a while. I needed full access to her body. It was mine for the night.
I placed gentle kisses up her thighs, immediately diving in to lick up her slit without slipping my tongue inside. I had to prepare her well since I wouldn’t be using a condom. I wanted no barrier between us as I made her mine. I’d fill her with my cum and watch it drip between her thighs, then I’d push every drop back in. None of it could be wasted.
“You taste beautiful, darling,” I told her before nipping at her inner thigh. I wished I could see her face when the first moan escaped as my tongue connected with her clit, taking my first taste. It felt so good I couldn’t help but moan, too. I had waited a lifetime for a taste; now there was no going back. My moan vibrated against her clit, her body shaking, the sound of the metal handcuffs clinking against the metal hooks filling the room as I started to devour her clit with my tongue. My tongue moved in rough circles around her clit, enjoying the feeling of her struggling and the sounds of her breathless moans.
I wanted to take my time with her, but I couldn’t hold back. Not only did she taste so good, but I wanted to prepare her to take me. I needed her. With a dissatisfied groan, I pulled my tongue away, pushing it inside of her instead. I wrapped my left arm around her thigh, pulling her closer to me while I started to fuck her with my tongue, her taste exploding on my senses. No moment in my life had been more beautiful.Nothing had ever felt more right.
A finger joined my tongue, working in tandem to get her ready for me. Her soft moans grew louder, a crescendo that resonated beautifully, echoing in my ears like a symphony of desire.
“More! I need more,” she pleaded.
My Olivia got what she wanted, always. Another finger joined the first, and I removed my tongue, engulfing her clit with my lips and sucking on the sensitive bud. Her hips jolted off the bed, and I took the opportunity to add a third finger, growing impatient as my cravings intensified.
“I think you’re ready for me, Little Serpent. I know you like a bite of pain.” I slid my mask back on, spending a few more seconds working her open with my fingers before pulling them away and slipping the blanket off my head. She hadn’t moved, the handcuffs keeping her in place, but she still looked debauched as I took in the sight of her, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly.
I sat up on the bed and removed my belt, throwing it on the ground. I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down my thighs, just enough to free my cock and give me enough access to her. My boxers stayed on only because I wanted them stained with her juices from fucking her. I took my cock out from the slit in my boxers, and it sprang to life. I didn’t need to touch myself to get or stay hard while looking at her.
“I never said you could fuck me,” she mumbled, rattling the handcuffs and the force of her entire body, her body finally starting to fight. “Get me out of here, or I’ll kill you,” she threatened. Unfortunately, coming from her, it only looked cute.
“Somehow I believe that threat is real, but I’d simply die a happy man,” I told her, chuckling.
I had a feeling Olivia liked to hurt people who deserved it. Maybe she saw me as one of them, but we’d find out later on when she was freed. One thing I was certain about was that she wanted to be in control, but she couldn’t be trusted yet. Afterward, I’d give her whatever she asked for.
I lifted her legs up, placing the back of her knees on my shoulders. “I need you, Olivia. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment. I need you to know pleasure you’ve never felt before, and I can’t wait to be the one to give it to you.” I ran my cock along the wetness gathered on her pussy, coating myself to make the slide in easier. I wasn’t small. I was bigger than Matthew, and she had only been with him for a year. This would feel different. I wish I could take my time with her, but maybe another day when I didn’t have a plan in motion. I wasn’t even sure I’d last long once I was inside her.
She looked down between us, her eyes widening. “You—you’re big. I’m going to die being split open by you,” she groaned.
I smirked. “I promise you’ll adjust easily, and I’ll take it as slow as I can, darling,” I assured her, slowly pressing the first inch inside, overwhelmed by her warmth engulfing the head of my cock. I watched her face for any sign that she didn’t want this. I knew what it looked like when she didn’t want someone—her jaw remained clenched, her body unmoving, tears threatening to break free—but with me, she was making eye contact, her lips were parted, and her cheeks flushed. Her desire was palpable and made mine stronger.
“Fuck, you’re so big. I love the stretch.”
Her handcuffs rattled against the metal hooks again, but this time I could tell she wanted to grab me, not escape. I wasn’t letting her go until I trusted she wouldn’t hurt me or run. I loved the sound it made when she fought the restraints. I loved knowing she wouldn’t go anywhere, no matter what she tried. She might’ve thought she didn’t trust me, but in a way, she was showing me she did.
“Look at you, taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl,” I murmured, my voice low and deep, while slowly working another couple of inches inside of her. She didn’t seem pained by the intrusion, leading me to press in until I was fully sheathed in her tight heat. Her mouth opened with a gasp when she looked down and realized I was buried inside of her. “Fuck, nothing has ever felt so good,” I groaned.
As I remained motionless, I could feel Olivia’s body responding to my words of admiration. Her inner muscles tightened subtly around me, and I could sense the increasing warmth and moisture enveloping us. Her breath hitched slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as we remained entwined. In that quiet moment, I relished the intimate connection, savoring it.
“Move, please,” she asked, her lip forming a pout as she whined. Her way of pleading was adorable. I wasn’t even sure if she knew the sounds she made when she wanted me to comply. And comply, I would—always.
I pulled out until the tip of my cock remained inside her, then pushed back in harder than before, testing the waters, seeing if she could handle me. My fingers dug into her thighs as I started to rock inside her, slow but hard with each thrust.Her breathing grew ragged, little moans escaping as her head tossed and turned on the pillow. I loved how responsive she was, how she made her pleasure known even as she tried to hide her moans from me. I watched as she battled between allowing herself to enjoy being fucked by her stalker, or trying to still pretend she didn’t want it.
I wouldn’t let her pretend I wasn’t bringing her pleasure.
I slowly unraveled one of my hands from her soft, trembling thighs, reaching around to press two of my fingers against her sensitive clit instead, keeping my cock buried inside her while getting her used to the sensation. She wiggled and clenched around me, each movement intensifying my pleasure to dizzying heights. I found myself yearning for the impossible—to break my ribs just so I could lean down and envelop her clit with my mouth while continuing to thrust into her. The desire to taste her sweetness and feel her warmth envelop me simultaneously was overwhelming, but not humanly possible.
“You’re not wearing a condom,” she announced, realization dawning on her face as her eyes widened and she took another glance between us.
“You already know I’m negative. I know you’re on birth control. How could I fill you up with my cum if I was wearing one?” I questioned, grinning, pointing out my deepest desire. Except one day, there’d be no birth control. I’d breed her with purpose, filling her deep with my seed and maybe even hanging her upside down for a few minutes. Anything to make sure she carried my child.
The intense glare she tried to muster dissolved into something else entirely when I shifted my hips, altering the angle of my thrusts.Her lips parted involuntarily, a soft gasp escaping as my initial, forceful thrust found its mark, sending waves of sensation through her. Rather than resisting, she pleaded for more, her voice a symphony of desire. I intensified the rhythm, moving with increasing speed and force, igniting a fervor within her that seemed to consume us both.
“Oh God, that feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop,” she begged. I kept driving into her with the same pace and force, hitting her G-spot repeatedly while forcefully rubbing her clit at a faster pace, determined to make her orgasm first. I knew she was close by the way her walls clenched me, trying to keep me in every time I pulled my hips back to thrust back into her.
“You feel so fucking good, beautiful. I’ll only need you for the rest of my life. Only this feeling, baby,” I told her. “I can’t wait to have you in every position humanly possible. Can’t wait to show you how good it can feel.”
She groaned. “You’re already showing me. Fuck, I’m going to come so hard. It feels—you feel—ugh, sogood.”
