Chapter 23

Elle

Fifteen minutes later, she was lying on her back on Forrester’s bed.

“I want you so badly I can taste it,” he said.

“You want me?” she said, thinking about how badly her pussy wanted to feel his long, hard cock.

“I’m ravenous for you, Elle. Now take off every strip of clothing.”

Elle looked up at him nervously. His shirt was stained with sweat and blood. The end of his leather belt hung alluringly down in front of his crotch. She could tell his body was still full of the adrenaline of the fight. He looked ferocious, almost frightening. His eyes glowed with the heat of passion.

“Go on,” he said. “I’m going to watch you strip.”

Elle cleared her throat. She felt suddenly unsure of herself. The room was bathed in lamplight, brighter than she would have chosen. She wasn’t used to stripping in front of sexy men like Forrester.

“Where should I start?” she said.

“Start with the shoes.”

She kicked off her shoes and sent them flying across the room.

“Good,” Forrester said, “now the tights.”

Obediently, she reached down and pulled off her tights, one leg at a time, being careful not to let Forrester see up her dress as she did so.

“Very nice,” Forrester said. “I swear to God I’ve never seen legs as smooth and seductive as yours, Elle.”

“You really like them?”

“I don’t just like them, Elle. I love them. I love your curves. I love you just the way you are. You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Now quit talking and get those little panties off.”

“My panties?”

“You heard me.”

Elle hesitated just a moment, until the bulge that was growing inside Forrester’s jeans reassured her that he liked every single detail he saw. Then she slid her panties down over her ankles and let them fall over the side of the bed.

“Nice,” Forrester said, “very nice.”

Elle shivered in a combination of apprehension and shyness. She’d never felt so exposed like this. She’d never felt a man’s hunger so intensely. She could tell that Forrester was delaying the moment of his pleasure, teasing himself, and enjoying every second of her performance. It excited her intensely to see how turned on he was.

“Now, flash me,” Forrester said, “just for a second.”

“Flash you?”

Forrester nodded. He knew she understood what he wanted. He was still standing there at the end of the bed, his eyes greedily drinking in the sight of her increasingly naked body.

She brought her feet up onto the bed, her knees raised, and then she spread them open, revealing a view up between her thighs and under her dress. Forrester sighed in pleasure. He began slowly unbuckling his belt, the bulge in his pants so large it must have been causing him discomfort.

“Open them wider,” he said.

She complied, and then held her breath as Forrester climbed down onto the bed between her legs and disappeared beneath her dress.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, as his lips met the lips of her pussy.

He began to gently caress her pussy lips with his tongue, sending waves of anticipation and pleasure through her entire body. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as he sucked tenderly on her clit and pushed his tongue into the mouth of her vagina. Then he stopped and got back off the bed.

“Continue,” he said, as if nothing had just happened.

Very shyly, Elle pulled her dress up over her head and removed her bra. Forrester watched her every move. When he spoke, his voice growled as if he was turning into a ravenous animal.

“I had the concierge bring up some toys,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Elle didn’t speak. She lay there silently as Forrester opened the packaging on the things the concierge had bought at his request. She gasped when she saw gold chains with luxurious satin restraints on the ends of them.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked nervously.

“No questions,” Forrester said.

Then he got onto the bed and fastened a restraint around each of Elle’s ankles and wrists. They were solid and held her firmly, but were also comfortable and well made. Each restraint was attached to a gold chain which Forrester wrapped around each of the four posts of the bed frame. When he was done, Elle was chained up, stretched out spreadeagled on the bed, completely at his mercy.

“Forrester,” she whispered, “what are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart, long and hard and slow.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“But there’s more to it than just that,” Forrester said.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s something else I want to do to you.”

“What more could you possibly do than this?” Elle said, pulling her limbs in their restraints and testing them.

“Well,” Forrester said, “I’m going to fuck you without a condom.”

“What?”

“I want you to give me a child, Elle.”

“What? Forrester? What are you talking about?”

“I know it’s crazy,” Forrester said. “We just met. You hardly know me.”

“It is crazy,” Elle said, her mind swirling with a million thoughts.

She wasn’t ready to be a mother. She wasn’t even married. She had no home, no money, she didn’t even own her own car. No. She was barely able to take care of herself. How on earth would she be able to take care of a child and give it the life it deserved?

“Forget I said it,” Forrester said, climbing down onto the bed. Elle saw that he was naked now, his enormous, bare cock pointing at her vagina like a rocket about to take off.

She imagined what it would feel like for that naked cock to slide into her pussy, and pump it’s sticky seed inside her body. Just the thought of it made her heart pound.

“Wait,” she said, surprising herself that she’d said anything.

“What?”

“Are you sure?” she said, looking into his eyes.

His ripe cock touched, ever so gently, the lips of her pussy. She arched her back to try and reach up to it. She wanted it inside her.

“I’ve never been so certain of anything in my life, Elle. I want a child, and I want it with you. Will you give it to me? Will you give that gift to me?”

Elle could hardly believe what she was hearing. Did this really happen? Did guys like Forrester really say to girls that they wanted them to give them a baby?

It must exist, she thought, because he was right above her, his naked cock touching, toying, with her pussy lips.

“All right,” she said. “If you swear you’ll never leave me, if you swear you’ll always be there for me and the child, we can try this.”

Forrester’s eyes lit up as if he’d just been told the best news in the world.

“Really?” he gasped.

“Really, Forrester. Let’s do it.”

And with that, Forrester’s mouth descended on hers in a crescendo of passionate kisses. His mouth drank her up. His eyes locked onto hers and pierced into her soul. And as he lowered the enormous weight of his powerful body down onto her smaller frame, his cock began to slide into her expectant pussy. He moved on her with a hunger, a passion, that was frightening. This was Forrester, a man, about to do the one thing that would matter most in his life. He was about to try and become a father.

She shut her eyes and focused every bit of her mind on the sensation of it. His raw, naked cock was inside her. She’d never been in this position before. She’d never been so exposed, so vulnerable, so totally surrendered to the power of a man. Never, in all the years she’d spent with Gris, had they made love without a condom. That was one thing Gris had been certain of. He didn’t want her getting pregnant.

Forrester was different. He actually wanted a child, and he wanted it with her. In other circumstances, what Forrester had asked of her would have certainly scared her off. She knew it would have set all sorts of alarm bells ringing. But with him, it didn’t. He was a man of certainty. He knew what he wanted. He knew where his heart and soul lay. She knew instinctively that if he said he wanted her to be the mother of his baby, he meant it, and he had good reasons for asking it of her.

“I love you, Elle,” he whispered, and the words electrified her.

She felt pleasure build and build, deep in the very core of her body, and as it grew and grew, she struggled against the chains Forrester had used to tie her down. She felt like she was losing control. The pleasure was so intense she wanted to scream.

Forrester had her at his mercy, and was thrusting himself deep into her, then pulling all the way back out, before repeating the motion. The effect on Elle was so overpowering she was afraid she was going to faint.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Forrester.”

“Take every inch of me,” Forrester gasped, as he thrust again and again into her defenseless body.

She opened her eyes and saw a look of excruciating pleasure on his face. His brow was slick with sweat. His eyes were shut. His lips were pursed in the ecstasy of orgasm.

“Oh my God,” he cried, and she felt the throb of his sperm flow into her.

She knew at that very moment that nothing was ever going to be the same in her life again. From that moment forward, no matter what else happened, she was going to be tied and linked to Forrester. Their destines were entwined. In a very real way, she was going to be his, and he was going to be hers, from that moment on.

Unprotected intercourse, whether it led to a baby or not, was the most intimate thing she could think of, and it filled her heart with joy and love that she was sharing that moment with Forrester. It was the first time any man’s sperm had been inside her, and all she could think of was that she wanted more, she wanted everything he had, and she wanted it to find its mark. She wanted it to start creating a baby inside her.

She wasn’t a religious girl, she rarely attended church, but she knew that this was a spiritual moment. God was part of this.

As Forrester’s sperm pulsed and poured into her, the pleasure overwhelmed her and at last, the orgasm that had been building up inside her since the moment she’d entered the hotel room began to release itself on her senses.

She screamed. Her muscles contracted. She tried to pull her arms free and wrap them around her man’s powerful torso but she couldn’t. He kept thrusting into her, so deeply that she thought he might injure her, but there was no pain, only pleasure. He thrust and thrust, pouring himself inside her, and when at last he finished, he collapsed down onto her body, his skin sticky with sweat.

“Thank you, God,” she whispered when it was all over.