Pulling her to her feet, Kerri offered only the slightest resistance to his quickened pace into the house and up the big staircase. She asked him, “What are you gonna do? Where are we going?”

He pulled her up the stairs, her feet scrambling to keep her upright while he made his determined way toward the second floor. The higher up they went, the faster her heart beat, creeping into the backs of her ears, veins throbbing on the sides of her neck. “We’re going to my bedroom,” he said.

“Why? What are you gonna do to me, damn it? Why won’t you answer me?”

“Because words are cheap, Kerri.”

They reached the top of the stairs, Kerri’s heart beating faster, louder in her ears. “I … I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

“No, I won’t!” With a hard yank, Kerri tried to pull her arm free of his grip but failed. “I won’t go anywhere or do anything with you until you tell me!”

“You need to learn a few things about control, Kerri. I’m going to teach them to you.” He pulled her down a long, wide hall.

“What do you mean?” Kerri let her increasing frustration and anger disguise the fear in her voice. “Are you going to tie me up, is that it ? Don’t whip me; I don’t want to be whipped!”

Harden just glanced at her, a half-smile growing on his roguish face. Then with another hard tug, he pulled her along to the double doors at the end of the hall. He opened the door, only darkness awaited her on the other end. “Wait,” she said with a quick snap of her voice, “What’s the safe word? What are the rules? I don’t like this, Harden, I … I’m afraid.”

Harden turned those piercing green eyes on her, a strand of his black hair falling in front of his furrowed brow. “Good,” he said simply before gently pushing her into the room and closing the door behind them.

Kerri’s heart was pounding, her mouth dry. She looked around the big room, dark but for a shaft of moonlight streaming in through the big windows, a balcony beyond it. Kerri stood nervously, expecting Harden’s hand to clamp down over her mouth, for him to throw her onto the bed and ravage her. Admittedly, she wasn’t entirely against it, though at that moment she wished she could have just stayed home.

The moments remained quiet, no explosive delivery of rape lust, no hand wrenching her own behind her back. Instead, Harden loomed behind her, closer to her trembling body as he led her to the bed. Her eyes were quickly acclimating to the moonlight, and she could see the huge footboard, thick rods of heavily polished walnut. Harden positioned her to face the bed, his hands finding her wrists from behind and setting them onto the walnut footboard, her hands too small to wrap around it. His hands remained around her wrists, his head leaning in to whisper into her ear, hot breath collecting.

He growled, “Tie you up? Is that what you want, is that what you expect?” Kerri opened her mouth to answer, but no words found their way out. Harden seemed to expect it and went on in his low, sexy voice, “There’s control there, sure, and I will control you, Kerri, in every way. But that’s physical control. First you have to learn about mental control.”

Kerri’s mind began to swim, her legs trembling as Harden pushed her hands close together, one of his big, strong hands clamping around her wrists to hold them together. His body was pressed against hers from behind, and she could feel his massive erection in his slacks, pressing hungrily against her sensitive, muscular ass.

Harden’s free hand began to roam, tracing up Kerri’s left arm toward her breasts, nipples already hard and awaiting his touch. He whispered, “You leave those hands on that footboard, Kerri. You hear me ? Don’t move those hands.”

Kerri sighed and nodded, eyes dipping shut.

Tightening his grip, Harden demanded, “Answer me, Kerri.”

“Yes,” she said, barely a whisper.

“No, Kerri, tell me what you’re going to do!”

“I will … I’ll keep my hands on the footboard.”

“That’s right, you will.” Harden’s fingers finally found her left breast, hands strong but gentle as they slid along the underside, barely touching her nipple.

Despite herself, Kerri found herself lurching forward, easing her breast into his hand. She jumped when he slapped her breast, a surprised jolt shooting through her chest. “I’ll decide what and where,” he growled, “I’ll decide how much and for how long. You understand me?”

“Yes,” Kerri gasped, “I understand.”

“That’s right,” he said, his fingers returning to her breast for a passionate squeeze, fingers splayed over her firm tit. He nuzzled the nape of her neck, gentle kisses contrasting the firmness of his grip. Kerri let her head fall back.

While his left hand lingered over her breasts, his right hand left he wrists and quickly found the curve of her flawless hip, flat palm sliding over her upper thigh and inward, her smooth and dewy crotch ready to receive him. She parted her legs, arching the small of her back, pushing up as his finger barely traced her twitching labia. Her clit was already creeping out to meet him, but his touch was only a tease, distant, a suggestion of what was to come.

Kerri moaned and thrust her hips forward in impatient passion, but Harden pulled his hand away again, leaving her loins aching for satisfaction.

“Don’t you move those hands,” Harden warned as if reading her mind or her twitching arms, fingers wriggling on her hands as if already fingering herself with crazed vigor. He was right; she was fighting every impulse to reach down, to jam his hand into her, to bring frenzy to her frustration.

“Don’t do it,” he warned, his fingers still just barely touching her twitching twat.

“Please,” Kerri said, a gasped plea, “Oh please, Harden.”

“Please Harden, what?”

“Please … fuck me, fuck me now.”

But Harden answered with a hard, cruel slap, flat on her right ass cheek. The surprise of it, the snap of pleasurable pain that raced through body, was almost enough to knock her off her feet.

“Don’t you let go,” Harden warned before delivering another hard slap, this time to her left cheek. The sound filled the room, underscored by her loud scream. Harden kneaded her other cheek, a gently prodding massage, before executing another hard blow, this one ringing in her ears, breath pushed out of her lungs. “Don’t you dare let go.”

Kerri stood there trembling, eyes extracting more and more light from the dark room. Harden stood behind her, the buckle of his belt filling the quiet room as his clothes fell with a muffled thump.

Kerri separated her legs even farther, fingers trying to hold onto that thick wooden rod as he positioned his condom-covered cock at the entry of her hot, wet pussy. It rested perfectly, and without seeing it, Kerri could tell it was massive, the head only suggesting the length and width that was to come. With a gentle push, Harden pushed that big head into her and stopped there, allowing just that round introduction to linger between her twitching labia. Her clit rubbing against his head like the meeting of two old friends from another lifetime, and she eased back to encourage him to delve deeper. But he backed up, always the one to be in control. She stopped and waited, knowing he would not keep her in suspense much longer.

Harden slid his cock just a bit deeper, and Kerri’s tight pink tissues thrilled at that passionate pressure. He stopped, pausing, before drawing it back just a bit and then starting an even series of shallow jabs, each one heightening Kerri’s senses, every nerve rising to the surface, juices heating up to a boil.

Harden pressed his hand against the small of Kerri’s back, a new and exciting point of contact that only added more glee to their grind.

Then Harden plunged deeper, going almost up to mid shaft. His width and girth pushed into her warm entrance, her legs separating to take him in. He began racking that massive rod against her, back and forth in a mid-tempo cycle that seemed to get faster as he went. Kerri began to push back and forth responding to Harden’s commanding movements.

Harden added a circular movement, hard and clockwise to interrupt his forward and backward thrusts. This touched off nerves in her clit Kerri barely knew were there, her wet clench holding onto that savory cock, squeezing with all her might. One of her hands slipped away from the footboard, but she was quick to replace it, palms slick with her sweat.

Harden’s hands found her hips, guiding them to match or contrast his own movements, at his whim and to their mutual delight. Kerri felt like a puppet on a massive meat stick, and she was ready to do as commanded, to dance to whatever tune her master was ready to call.

Kerri’s pale legs quivered, muscles stretching along her thighs and calves to steady her, small of her back arching even further. Harden took every advantage of the increased access to her private, perfect self. He pulled her closer and drove in harder, Kerri’s heart nearly stopping as her loins were compressed. She twisted her body and felt the sting all the way through her, every fiber of her being connected to meld beneath and within. Harden read her desire, her willingness, her ability, and drove her even higher.

In and out, ‘around and ‘around in faster swirls before deeper plunges, slow and certain, pushed Kerri’s blood to pound through her veins. It was all she could do to hold onto that footboard despite her sweat-drenched fingers, gripping it with all her strength as Harden kept pummeling her from behind, filling every crevice with his aggressive cock.

“Oh, God, yes,” Kerri heard herself say, not even aware that she was speaking. “So good, so fucking good.”

“You like that? You want me to cum for you?”

“Yes …”-

“You want me to cum in you?”

“Oh, God, yes,” Kerri blurted out, eyes clamping shut, hissing though her clenched jaws as Harden kept throttling her.

“No,” Harden rasped, “You won’t either, not yet! Don’t you dare cum!- Not until I tell you to, you hear me?”

“I hear you,” she said, words tumbling out of her tightened lips, “I won’t, I won’t cum … until you tell me to.”

“That’s right,” he declared, and she could hear that he was smiling, “That’s goddamned right.” He snapped into action, his hands flashing away from her hips. His left hand found her sweat-soaked blonde hair, fingers wrapping around it to pull her head back. Tension stressed the muscles of her chest, her back, her arms as they strained to hold onto that footboard.

“Now, you listen to me, you beautiful little thing, you’re gonna cum when I tell you to and only when I tell you to.”

“Yes! — ”

“And you’re going to keep cumming, for as long as I want you to, all fucking night if that’s what I want.” Kerri could hardly imagine what he was talking about, but she was in no position and in no mood to object.

Harden was in control.

Harden’s other free hand found Kerri’s pussy, fingers pressing against the muscular mound at the top of her clit. He found a spot just to her left of the center, and jolts of electric pleasure crackled in her loins.

Her G-spot.

Kerri felt like she was already on the cusp of exploding, her juices long in percolating, hot and frothing and desperate for release. And Harden seemed to know it, to feel it, to sense it.

“There it is,” he said in a low, sexy, gravelly voice, “Don’t you cum yet, Kerri, not yet.” She nodded, her head falling forward as she tried to hold back her orgasm, not to mention stay on her feet and remain conscious.

Harden’s grinds became very slow and deliberate, his huge cock almost completely inside her while his hand rubbed her mound with a steady, circular motion that made Kerri’s thighs twitch, calf muscles contracting, toes clenching.

“You can feel it,” Harden said, “You want to cum so much, so hard. But feel it getting bigger, harder, stirring … ” Kerri moaned, body shaking. “It’s gonna tear you apart, Kerri, with my cock in that sweet, tight pussy … ” Kerri’s arms shook, fingers nearly tearing out of the knuckles as she struggled to hold on. Harden moved slowly, deliberately, his cock pushing and pressing into her while his finger created an unseen blur against her clit.

Tears pushed out of Kerri’s eyes, rolling down her cheeks to her pouting lips as she released another desperate gasp. “Please … please … ”

“Please what?” She bit her lip, eyes clamped shut. But he repeated louder, more forcefully, “Say it!”

“Please, let me cum,” she gasped with a whimper, the tears coming faster, hotter. “Please … -”

“You think you’re ready? You can’t wait?”

“I’m gonna cum, I’m … I’m … ”

But he slapped her ass hard, another shocking jolt shooting through her. “Don’t you dare! Don't you do it!”

“I can’t help it!”

He pulled back harder on her hair, muscles tightening. He leaned forward with a mean grimace. “Yes you can! You can, Kerri!”

Harden started to pump harder, shaking his hips from side to side, Kerri reacting like a rag doll in front of him. He pumped her so hard her feet rose up off the bedroom floor and landed sliding, legs no longer able to support her dazzled and exhausted weight.

That orgasm was beyond ready, grown to a size too large for her shattering hips to accommodate. It was ready, but it was waiting.

Waiting for him.

“Okay,” Harden said, his own teeth gritted, “Now, Kerri, cum for me now!”

And she did, unable to breathe, see or hear, body shaking with a dull roar like a wave crashing over her. She leaned forward, arms wrapped around that walnut rod now, clinging as if for dear life as that orgasm rolled over her again and again.

“Yeah, keep it coming,” Harden shouted, “Feel it rising again and again. The more you cum, the more you want to, the more you’re able to cum! Don’t stop, Kerri, don’t you dare!”

Kerri felt like she never would stop, unable to answer him, to ask why his own massive orgasm remained unreleased even as hers grew, passing slowly, deliriously, into the second hour.

He finally came too, a shattering explosion of energy that shook his body and inspired a great, beastly roar. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tight, almost strong enough to crush the very life out of her. But his strength receded and he relaxed his grip before the two collapsed onto the bed. Kerri blinked sleepily when she felt a warm wet towel against her sweat-soaked body, as Harden made quick work of cleaning her up before pressing a glass of brandy to her lips to soothe her exhausted body before she fell asleep on his chest, a tired smile plastered to her face.