Chapter 7

Faster than thought, he was on her. He wrapped his arms around her, and for a fraction of a second, his hands explored her breasts the way they did before. His speed and power knocked the breath from her lungs. He only stayed on them a moment before one hand came up to her neck. He surrounded her neck with his cruel fingers and traveled on to her mouth.

One thick finger touched her lips. “Open your mouth, baby.” She opened it, and the finger slipped inside. “Let me see you suck it. Suck it like you want it, baby.”

Sucking that finger sent her into a raging passion. She sucked it for all she was worth. She sucked her own pussy and his cock all at once on that livid finger.

“Yeah, baby. You suck it so good. Oh, God, you make my cock so hard.” He dug it into her ass. “Can you feel how hard that is? Can you feel how much I want to fuck your tight hot ass?”

She couldn't stop sucking. She wanted it so bad. Filthy words filled her mind. Oh, God, yes. Oh, please, fuck me. I want your cock so hard.

How could she go three weeks without this? How could she walk away from him like that? How could she live another moment without this intoxicating thrill?

His other hand worked down to her waist and came up under the hem of her skirt. He found her pussy-spattered thighs. His hand dissolved in miles of honeydew. He explored among her quivering leaves until he found the molten hole of her cunt and the ragged nub of clitoris at the top.

He swirled one hand in her opening and spread the creamy mixture around her clit. He flattened three fingers against her clit and circled until she thrashed and contorted in her bonds. She undulated between sucking the finger in her mouth and riding against the hand touching her crotch.

All the while, he growled into her ear. “Yeah, baby. That pussy is so sweet. Come on, baby. Suck that thing. Suck it like you mean it. That's good. Oh, that's so good. Yeah, baby, you are so wet down there. Do you think about your boyfriend touching you like this? Do you think about him sticking his hand up your skirt and finding out how wet you really are? Would you like to sit on his lap during your break? Would you like to get him in the bathroom stall and suck his cock like this?”

The more he talked, the hotter she got. She couldn't stand this much longer before she came all over his hand. Just when she thought she couldn't tolerate the intensity rising out of her clit, he left off circling and buried two big fingers in her pussy. He brought them up hard on her G spot and worked them back and forth inside her delicate cavern.

At this vicious intrusion, she really did blow her lid. She couldn't suck his finger anymore but screamed out loud in lusty delight. She bucked and fought to grab his fingers with her love muscles, but he already held them as tight and strong inside her as they would go. Her juicy cunt squeezed and stroked his fingers with powerful clenching action.

He dragged her lower jaw down with his saliva-wet finger. He compressed her tongue to make her gag, but she didn't feel anything but her overpowering climax. Her juices gushed over his hand to drip down her thighs.

“Good, baby. That's so good. Yeah, you know you want to cum for me. Scream, baby. Let me hear you scream. That's it. You know you want to. Oh, yeah. I'm gonna make you cum like that on my dick.”

Before she finished, he vanished and left her hanging raw and bleating from her rope. Where was he? She couldn't see. There he was in front of her. She sighed and sobbed in the last throes of ecstasy, but he fixed her with his eagle eye. He waited for her to come back down to earth, but he didn't move to hold her. She would have collapsed in a heap if the rope hadn't held her up.

When she could see again, she noticed him standing with his hands on his hips. His chest muscles flexed under his shirt, and his rippling abs showed up clear and strong under the cotton. What would he do next?

In front of her eyes, he grabbed his belt buckle and flipped the tongue out. He yanked it free of the buckle and tore his belt off. He doubled it up and slapped it against his hand before tossing it on the bed.

He attacked her buttons and stripped the shirt off. He lifted it over her head, and she never saw it again. He looped it over the dog clip between her wrists, and it hung there for the rest of the evening.

He had no such trouble with her skirt. He slipped it down to her ankles, and that and her shoes vanished into a pile on the floor. In a split second, she hung naked and exposed before his eyes.

He took another walk in a circle around her. He examined her in all her glory, and nothing could stop him. He nodded and clucked his tongue to himself. “Magnificent. I love seeing you like this. Are you ready for me, baby? Are you ready for this?”

She couldn't answer. She gasped and cried. Her shoulders ached from being held above her head so long, but she dared not complain. He came up close to her face and breathed into her gaping mouth. “I'm gonna fuck you, baby. I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm gonna make you cum to the ends of the earth. Are you ready for that? Do you want me to take you like that? Do you want to cum all over my big cock?”

Before she could answer, he covered her mouth with his lips. He mangled her lips with his teeth and his gnawing attention. At the same time, his hands discovered all the erotic territory of her body. He cupped her breasts in his warm palms. He lifted her off the floor by the armpits to set her on her feet again. He cradled her voluptuous ass in both hands and craned the two globes apart to expose her dark crack to the air.

Sonya hung on tenterhooks. She could only fall under the spell of his devouring kiss. She caught at his tongue in desperation. She needed his kiss. She needed him. She needed everything.

He touched around her thighs to her pussy, but he didn't attack and manhandle it the way he did before. He grazed her mound and trailed his fingers through her curly hair. Then he went back to stroking her skin up and down. He came back up to her cheeks and caressed her face in tender strokes.

When he moved away and left her bereft, she kept her eyes on him. Each time he moved away, some new experience awaited her beyond her wildest imaginings. He went over to the bed and grabbed something behind the fluffy pillows heaped at its head. He brought out another carabiner attached to a different rope. He stretched it toward her and laid it across the bed.

He moved around the room with methodical exactness. He went back to the cleat by the window and unwound the rope holding her wrists in the air. She lowered her arms in blessed relief, but Cameron didn't give her a chance to rest.

He unclipped the carabiner from the dog clip and hooked it instead to the carabiner on the bed. He gave the rope a tug, and it retracted on a hidden spring behind the bed. The spring pulled her forward so she couldn't get away.

He nudged her toward the bed, but when her knees bumped into the mattress, he pushed her down in front of it until her hips touched the duvet. He laid one hand on her back and the other on her hips to position her where he wanted her. Her ass bent over the edge of the bed, and the rope pulled her wrists forward until she lay down flat on her chest. Her legs dangled over the side to the floor.

His hands covered her back, her ass, down her thighs, and back up to her neck. “Good girl. That's right. Bend over for me like that. That's right. That's a good girl.”

She moaned out loud. She hated to think what he would do when he got her where he wanted her, but she would find out one way or the other, no matter what. He leaned over her from behind and kissed her neck up to her ear. “You want this, don't you? Does this excite you?”

She could only moan, but he didn't really want an answer. He pushed her head down on the bed. His hands told her to stay here she was. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him pick up the belt lying a few feet away.

Lightning bolts of fear rocketed through her. What in the name of God did she let herself in for? Was he some kind of sadistic freak who brought lonely women to his house to torture them?

She couldn't get away from him now. His hands gave her one last stroke on his way off the bed. He surrounded her ass with his soft caresses. “Yes, baby. You know you want it. I'm gonna make you so damn hot you can't stand it. Your ass is so beautiful, baby. You don't know how beautiful you look right now.”

She tensed for the worst, but instead of torture and mayhem, his hands made their way between her legs to her aching slit. He fingered her clit to a raw quivering bud and forked her pussy lips aside to find her pulsing channel.

He inserted one finger to tap her G spot erect, and when she groaned and whined in an ecstasy of rising lust, another hand fell down on her ass so heavy she could barely contain her excitement. One hand kept her pussy pulsing and squishy while the other trailed down her crack to the other hole made wet and ready by his constant ministrations.

She hurled herself on this new penetration. The two invasions together married into that mind-blowing concoction leading to her ultimate fulfillment. She raised her head and stared straight in front of her with raving eyes. Her mouth hung open in stunned silence. Could this be? Every time brought her to new heights of life-changing pleasure.

He answered her thoughts with his encouragement. “Yeah, baby. You know you like it. You know you want it hard. Come on, baby. Let me hear how much you like it. Say you want it in the ass.”

“Oh, my God. Oh, my ass. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Give it to me. You know I need it. Oh, Jesus. Oh, oh, oh!”

He copied her words until she cried out to the rhythm of his fingers delving into her from both sides. “Your ass is so tight and sweet. I'm gonna fuck you, baby. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you cum all over my prick. God, you are so hot, baby. You make my cock so hard.”

She couldn't hear him over her rising cries. All at once, the finger slipped out of her ass and something cold and rubbery took its place. She glanced back to see him working over her in scientific concentration. The thing intruding on her back door was too big to be a finger, and he didn't have his hands close enough to her to be using them.

When the thing buried its bulk in her body and stayed there, she didn't have to wonder. It was another toy—a big one, too. It was bigger than anything she dared use on herself, and it filled her with a comforting feeling she never thought possible. It filled her whole being so she couldn't think. It occupied her whole life. She could only stare into the distance of space and experience its wicked presence.

Cameron gave her pussy a few strokes with his fingers, but the butt toy made her respond stronger than anything she could imagine. Every touch on any inch of her body exploded through her addled brain. She could only repeat in the privacy of her mind, What is happening? What is happening?

She knew what was happening. He moved around behind her, and his voice tingled along her skin. “Oh, yeah, baby. That's nice and tight, isn't it? Is that good?”

“Oh, it's so good. It's so tight. Oh, my ass. Oh, please.”

“Say it, baby. Let me hear you beg for it.”

“Fuck me, please. Fuck my ass. I want it so bad. I want your hard cock.”

He came up close behind her and plunged his fingers into her cunt. “Is this what you want? Is this what you need?”

“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, please, give it to me.” She ended with a pathetic whimper.

He didn't fuck her, though. She sobbed when he moved away again. He stepped around next to her and stroked her ass in wide swathes. All at once, his hand fell down hard on her ass with a resounding smack.

She jumped clear off the bed, but the rope dragged her back down. Her breasts squashed against the duvet, and her ass stuck up at him for another smack. In a flash, he brought his hand down again. The noise cracked across the room and echoed against the walls.

Sonya screamed out loud, but the moment her mind registered the pain, he covered the smack with his hand and rubbed it away. He replaced the pain and shock with that warm melty sensation worming through her innards.

The plug inside her soothed her to a compliant mass of quivering carnal desire. He could do what he wanted with her, and she would love it. He said so. She said so. The plug said so.

His voice rumbled deep inside his chest. “You're a good girl, Sonya. You know you love it. You love being my little bitch, don't you? You love bending over for me, showing me that sweet ass. Oh, my God, I'm gonna love fucking you. Oh, Jesus, I can hardly wait to stick my cock in that juicy cunt of yours. Is that what you like? Do you like being my bitch?”

Before she could answer, he smacked her again, and again. She screamed to make herself hoarse, but he didn't notice. If he did notice, it only encouraged him. “That's right, baby. No one can hear you. No one can help you. You're all mine.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! He didn't bother rubbing away the pain now. He clenched his teeth, and all his great muscles worked to their limit delivering those stinging smacks against her pearly white flesh.

In the end, he grunted with exertion at every stroke. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Sonya couldn't say a word. She could only shriek to heaven for mercy. She certainly wouldn't get it from him. His eyes smoked, and his lips twisted to bare his sharp teeth.

All of a sudden, the blows stopped. Sonya cried and screamed as much when he stopped as when he smacked her. She howled against the injustice of the punishment she didn't deserve. She raged against his cruelty and his power over her. She yanked at her bonds that wouldn't budge an inch to let her free to defend herself.