11
Kendra
Kelly’s back muscles jumped and flexed as I watched him dig through his secret closet.
My nipples were tight little razors as I stared at his firm naked butt, wondering how he was going to punish me. My pussy lips were glistening with desire and quivering in anticipation. He had me out of my dress and naked within seconds of entering his penthouse. “Will you hurry up already?”
Kelly tossed a silk scarf over one shoulder and turned to saunter over to the bed where I was leaning back, perched up on my hands with legs spread. “Tonight, we’re not going to get too rough.”
“But I like it rough,” I mewed.
He chuckled. “You don’t even know what rough is.”
“I can imagine,” I said, appreciating the beauty walking directly toward me.
I’d never seen Kelly’s body so tight. The muscles in his arms jumped at the same time his abs flexed. A sweaty glow caught the dim lights from above and his thick thighs bounced and hardened with each heavy step he took. He was a titan, a sex god made of steel, and his cock was the thickest I’d ever seen. Without thinking about what I was doing, I touched my nipples just imagining him stretch me with that thing. “I want to get on with the kink.”
He climbed onto the bed and it sank beneath his weight. Slowly, he crawled toward me, pulling my hand away from my breast. “It’s a process. And you’re not ready for those hard limits.”
“Then what are you going to do with this?” I asked, yanking the scarf off his shoulder.
“You’ll see.” He stole it back and stretched it out in front of my face. He slowly brought it over my eyes, and the last thing I saw before my world went black was his long beautifully manscaped phallus hitting him in his stomach.
“I like this.” My heart pounded.
“Now, it’s important you do as I say.” He tied the scarf behind my skull into a relaxed knot.
“Anything.” I reached down, sliding my middle finger over my erect clitoris.
“If I start to do something you don’t like, I want you to say,” he put his lips next to my ear and whispered, “Angel.”
Reaching up with my hand, I pulled the scarf away my eyes and shot Kelly a look. “Really? Our fucking safe word is Angel?”
He fell back and sat on his heels. “You don’t like her and if you need to say her name, you won’t like what I’m doing.” Then he sat upright once again and moved the scarf back over my eyes, tightening the knot this time. “It’s our safe word. And if I’m doing my job and listening to your needs, you won’t ever have to use it.”
“Let’s hope not,” I muttered just as I felt a sharp pain pinch my strained nipple. “Shit!”
“Relax and remember to breath.” Kelly’s fingers clamped over one nipple, then the next. “I’m just warming your body up, shocking the system.”
I arched my back and pushed my chest out, concentrating on each inhalation, feeling my body heat until I began sweating. With each little pain he inflicted upon my breasts, he matched it with a breath of cool air over them.
“God, you have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.” His hands cupped my twins, squeezing them together while continuing to play with my nipples. “I could play with these all night.”
I liked them too. If anyone asked, they were perfectly proportioned, fitting my frame with the elegance I knew men like Kelly loved in women like me. And I certainly wouldn’t mind him only playing here, on my nipples, tonight.
His mouth fell to my hard pebble. Circling the dark pigment with his tongue, he sucked my nipple against the roof of his mouth. “You have me so hard.”
Bright visions flashed across my eyes. The sensation of not being able to see electrified the feelings of Kelly’s fingers and mouth.
“I’m stroking myself, Bella. Can you feel that?”
I could hear his wrist jerking back and forth. As he sped it up, the swollen tip of his cock would occasionally hit me on the inside of my thigh, causing my sex to tighten in response. “You deserve it. I should have never left you hard in the Mayor’s office.”
“Tell me, Bella, what would you have done to me if we would have stayed?” His fingers rolled my nipple and I could feel his strokes slide from root to tip.
A soft whimper escaped my lips as I began to say, “I would have set you down in his big important chair, unzipped you free, and gotten on my knees to suck you until you came.”
Kelly nipped at my neck and I felt him stroke harder.
“Would I have come in your mouth,” he moved to my lips and thrust his tongue against mine, “or shot it across your face?”
His lips grazed against mine and I liked the way they felt, as if he was reminding me that he was there for me, keeping me safe. “Both sound fun.”
He chuckled and I flinched when he touched my pussy lips. I hadn’t expected it, and with the inability to see it coming another wave of electricity shocked my system awake. “Just like your tits, I love your tight pink pussy.”
I arched my spine, tossing my head back, gasping. Kelly had me panting, hot and bothered by the subtle touches of his taunting fingers. He played with my lips, spreading my desire around the smooth, bare skin. And when he gently slapped my mound with the flat of his fingers, I cried out. “I need you inside me.”
“Not now.” Kelly’s hand retreated back to his throbbing shaft. “First, you must decide if you want to swallow my cum or have me shoot it across your tits.”
“I don’t care.” My head rolled on my shoulders and I started smoothing one hand over my chest.
“Decide.” He slapped my pussy harder. “Which will it be?”
“Across my tits,” I spat, wanting to have his dirty sex coat my entire body.
“That’s good.” Kelly moved behind me, pulling my elbows behind my back. “It’s what I would have chosen myself.”
One by one, he looped another silk scarf under my elbows. Making a figure eight, he bound my arms behind my back, leaving my chest open and exposed.
“Now, I’m going to fuck your mouth.” Kelly slid his muscular arm under my knees and picked me up, resting me near the edge of the bed. “Are you okay with that?”
I nodded, swallowing hard and wetting my lips, preparing for his onslaught.
Lowering my head with his hand, he dangled it over the side. I felt him leave the bed, the mattress springing up, and on my next inhale his cockhead was circling my lips.
“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded.
My heart pounded fiercely against my chest as my velvety muscle left my mouth. My breath hitched when I felt his hot cockhead press against my taste buds.
“You taste that?”
I nodded, flattening my tongue to feel more of his hotness against my mouth.
“I’ve been hard for you all night.” He spread more of his pre-cum over my coiled tongue. “And that’s all the taste you’ll get tonight, so you better enjoy it.”
“I am,” I purred, pushing my hips up off the mattress to relieve the discomfort buzzing through my bound arms.
Kelly pushed further into my mouth, rocking back and forth. He moaned before speeding up. His satin skin grazed over my teeth, stretching my mouth beyond what I thought possible, and soon I was gagging against him. Each thrust hit the back of my throat, and I fought to breathe. Reaching down, Kelly cupped the back of my skull with both his hands and shifted the angle of his penetration, going even deeper than before. Stars flashed behind my lids and the pain I was experiencing shifted from my arms to my jaw and back again. I prayed for it to be over, but Kelly kept going.
This was what he needed. What I had asked of him. We were in this together, and I knew that if I could get through this, he would reward me with an earthshattering orgasm of my own. The pain was worth it. No matter how much it burned.
“There it is,” Kelly grunted as he hooked his fingers inside my tightness. “I can feel you wanting to come.”
His thick girth in my mouth kept me from nodding or responding. But, yes, I could come as easily as the push of a button.
“That’s right.” He pressed his thumb against my swollen nub. “Come for me.” His hips rocked against my face—his balls hitting my forehead.
I flexed my core and forced myself to come, knowing Kelly would soon follow. My arms were numb by now, and nothing about the way he decided he had to have me was comfortable. But I wasn’t about to say her name—beg for relief by announcing our safe word. I was stronger than that. I wanted Kelly more than that.
Kelly ripped his fingers out of me and slammed his cock into my mouth before flinging it out and squirting hot ropes of semen across my chest. I gulped down huge breaths of air as relief swept across my body.
I laid there sweaty and sedated, covered in his hot seed, when I felt his gentle hands lift me up to a sitting position. Kelly unbound my arms before pulling the scarf off the bridge of my nose. I met his dark eyes, close to my face, and together we stared at each other, wondering what it was we were to say next.
He stroked my face and massaged my arms, getting the blood flowing back to them. Kelly Black was an enigma. How he could go from fierce predator to compassionate lover in only a matter of seconds had my head scrambling to keep up. It was these highs and lows, dips and swings, that kept me curious, always finding a reason to be turned on by him.
My hands worked over his jumping muscles, and I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted to drape my body over him, melt into him, and find a way we could be one. My heart swelled for him, and when he lifted his head I knew he had something important to say.
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” He played with my fingers as he smoothed his free hand over my shoulder and down my arm. “And I’m not about to leave you.”
My heart damn near exploded. The look in his eyes was sincere and truthful. Angel was a bitch for feeding me lies. “I’m not afraid.”