Page 18 of Consumed By Desire

“Legend,” I whisper.

“I’m sorry this is not romantic, but I’d rather ruin the proposal if that means I can be your perfect husband. These last few months have been the happiest of my life, and I have never been with anyone that I could be myself with before. You see me, not what is expected of me to be but the real me, and even though you try to hide her, I see you, Shannon, the real you, and I love what I see. Will you let me be your husband?” he says, still down on one knee.

“Of course, Legend, I would be honored to be your wife,” I say, dropping down to my knees in front of him. “I love you so much,” I tell him, taking his face in my hands and kissing him. He wraps an arm around my waist, standing with me in his arms without breaking the kiss. Breaking the kiss, he starts to remove the ring that I hadn’t even taken a second to look at out of the box, but I take it out of his hand and place it on the table.

“Make love to me,” I demand. He raises his eyebrow at me because, as he tells me repeatedly, he rules the bedroom.

“I’ll let that slide,” he tells me, picking me back up and setting me on the table. My fingers immediately begin to unbutton his shirt until he slaps my hands away.

“You are so fucking hardheaded, you must like getting punished.”

“I like getting fucked,” I tell him and begin unbuttoning my shirt.

“I see how tonight is going to go,” he says, leaving me on the table and walking into the bedroom. I am shimmying out of my underwear standing in his kitchen completely naked.

“Like I said, hardheaded,” he says, grabbing me by the back of my neck, spinning me around, and pushing me against the kitchen table. I jerk from the cold, but before I can move, he has one wrist and then the other tied with rope. He pulls my arms, tying one arm to the table leg and the other to the opposite leg. He has the rope pulled so tight I have little to no wiggle room.

He pulls my legs apart, tying my ankles to the legs of the table just like my arms, and I am stretched, open, and exposed. I am turned on and a little scared, but not of him hurting me, more of what he will demand from me. He’s like Clark Kent and Superman, all sweet and unassuming in almost everything he does, but when it comes to fucking he is all Superman, a completely different person. And what does my silly ass do? Go along for the ride with not one objection, but because I am me, I want to push him. I mean, he does call me a brat for a reason. “Legend,” I begin.

“Did I tell you you could talk? Lay there, shut up, and do what you are told,” he says, and I swear I am wet enough to be classified as a waterfall. He slides a pillow under my head and another under my stomach where the table would dig in, always taking care of me.

“Comfortable, Bella?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply. I hear him setting something up. I want to look, but I also don’t want to earn a punishment, yet.

“Good,” he carries the full-length mirror in the room, setting it up so I can see everything he does.

“Oh fuck!” I say, completely unprepared to feel his face buried in my pussy from behind.

No warm-up, all gentleness gone as he ravages my pussy with his mouth. He sucks one of my lips in his mouth hard, causing me to scream out from the pain and the pleasure before giving my other lip equal treatment. I watch in the mirror as he destroys my core with his mouth, fucking my channel with his tongue, biting and nibbling on my lips. At one point, he sucks both lips in and bites them, and I struggle to lift off of the table, but the rope keeps me in place. It’s when he worms his way to my clit, capturing it between his teeth, and lashes it with his tongue that sends me completely over the edge, and I bathe his face in my cum. He groans as he stands up, his dick hard and bobbing, his face wet with my essence. He uses his tongue to gather as much as he can before bending over and kissing me, shoving his cum covered tongue in my mouth and sharing my taste with me. Such a nasty mother fucker and I love it. He breaks the kiss and moves out of my eyesight, and I lay there trying to catch my breath while simultaneously holding my breath in anticipation of what he has planned next. I jerk the ropes when the hot liquid hits my skin. He starts at my wrist up to my shoulder. I moan when I feel his hand as he begins rubbing the oil in my arm, and I feel warmth infusing my body and I instantly feel relaxed. He does the same with the other arm, and I fight between being extremely turned on and falling asleep, the oil is hot to the point of almost burning but cool enough not to.

“What is in that?” I ask, but I know he will not answer me. He pours the oil down my back to my ass, I can feel it roll down my ass to my pussy. He rubs the oil into my back, and all I can think of is the fact that we are fucking this dining room table up. That is until I feel his hand rubbing the oil on my pussy lips and clit. It doesn’t take long for me to react to the sensations happening. I am squirming on the table, trying to find something to rub against and finding nothing. The sensation intensifies, and I am almost out of my mind from needing to rub on something to alleviate the throbbing in my clit.

“Please, Legend, I can’t take it,” I practically yell. “Oh god,” I say, practically humping the table as much as the ropes will allow.

“I didn’t say you could talk, Bella,”

“I don’t care!” I yell. There’s so much pleasure coursing through me it’s almost painful. “I need….” My sentence is cut off by his dick being stuffed in my mouth.

“Apparently, the only way to keep you quiet is by giving your mouth something to do,” he says as he holds me by the back of my head and fucks my mouth. There has got to be a puddle underneath me at this point, I am more turned on than I have ever been in my life. My mouth is stretched as wide as it can go as the head taps the back of my throat, and I swallow, pulling him into the tightness of my throat. His hand slapping the table echoes throughout the room as he braces himself on the table, and I feel slightly vindicated. Fucking him with my mouth makes me feel so powerful. Seeing his knees buckle from what I am doing to him is a heady feeling. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him hard and once again taking him in my throat. I moan, sending him closer to the edge from the vibrations on the sensitive head of his dick.

“Is this really what you want to do, Shannon? I promise you I am going to win,” he says pulling out of my mouth, making me pout. “Pouting won’t help you,” he tells me as he starts rubbing the oil into my clit. I jump like

I’ve been hit by lightning. He starts with feather-light strokes, slowly building up until I feel the orgasm barreling down on me like a runaway train, and right when I am set to cum he pulls away and I legit cry.

“NO! Legend, no!” I say, tears rolling down my face and dropping on the pillow.

“Don’t worry, Bella, you’ll get your chance to cum. When I’m ready for you to cum,”

CHAPTER9

Shannon

I lay exhausted and frustrated on the table, not caring about anything he was saying or doing. I need to cum so bad it hurts nothing he does can be any worse. My entire body feels like one big raw nerve. Just his breath gliding across my body has me on the verge of pain and pleasure. I give up at this point until I feel his hands on my ass, rubbing the oil in and spreading my ass apart.

“Legend, no, wait,” I say immediately, caring again. We have tried anal, but his ass is too big, and I have not been able to do it.

“I told you, Bella, you were going to take me in all your holes, and I meant that. Now hush and relax, I got you,” I feel his tongue on my ass, and I moan, trying to push my ass back on his face but immediately stop when I feel the sting of the slap he delivers. I lay there taking the assault he is giving my ass with his tongue. I don’t hump his face, but I do move. It is impossible not to, especially when his finger replaces his tongue. It slides in easily, and he wastes no time fucking me with it.

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