Chapter 6

Marlee didn’t open her eyes. No one ever thrashed her like that before. Ash left her every nerve and emotion raw and exposed.

His bare hand touched her sore ass again. He caressed the stripes cutting into her flesh. He tickled down between her legs to the wet petals around her opening. He didn’t shove his way inside again, though.

He purred under his breath. “God, you look so good. You don’t know how damn good you look from back here.”

His hands gently covered more territory. He smoothed up her sides and under her shirt. He squeezed her breasts in both hands until she moaned all over again. She whimpered for him, but he wouldn’t touch her—not where she really wanted him to.

He pinched her nipples and grasped both hips in his hands. He pushed her back and forth until she rotated her ass in front of him. If only he would take her, she would explode all over him.

One hand glided behind her, back to the soaking wet opening he just stretched wide for his use. He gently swirled his fingers inside, but he didn’t work her into orgasm. Not yet. He just toyed and titillated her until she panted and moaned in craven hunger.

All of a sudden, something hot and wet touched her engorged pussy. A strong wet probe burrowed between her butt cheeks and licked up and down her raging slit. His hands still held her hips in a firm grip.

Holy mackerel! He was doing it. He said he would, and he did it. She should know by now not to doubt his word. He ate her up and down. He tickled her back door and devoured her sore tissues between his teeth. He worked his way lower and tormented her hard clit until she backed into him with all her might.

She ground her pussy to ribbons on his face. She panted higher, on her way to the greatest climax of her life when his hand came down on her ass. His palm stung the stripes he just gave her. She jumped up, but he wouldn’t let her go. He stuck his tongue into her hole, and her juices dribbled into his mouth.

He ate faster and harder. He stuck his fingers into her pussy and nagged her deepest anatomy to distraction. She couldn’t bear it. She crushed her sweet cunt on his face and exploded into loud orgasmic cries.

In an instant, he was on his feet. He rose to his full height behind her. “Turn around. Get on your knees in front of me. Let me see you looking up at me with those big eyes of yours.”

She couldn’t stop sobbing in wretched delight. God, what a man he turned out to be! He deserved to be worshipped on her knees. She adored him. She struggled to get her head together. She crawled around on her hands and knees to take her place at his feet. She bent her head to gaze up at him with her sex-starved eyes.

He would whip his cock out and stick it down her throat in a second. She wanted nothing else but to take his steaming load all over her face. He set his hands on his hips and stuck his pelvis out at her. “Take my pants off.”

She went to work on his pants for all she was worth. She unbuttoned them and eased the zipper over his throbbing bulge. She slid them down, along with his briefs. She pushed them to the floor. He kicked off his shoes so she could take his pants all the way off.

His prick jumped up. She tried to catch it in her mouth, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back. “Did I tell you to suck my cock? Did I tell you to touch me?”

She gazed up at him with wide eyes. “No, sir.”

He petted her check. “That’s right, baby. You know how to mind your manners, don’t you?”

She cast a glance down at that pulsating slab of meat. “Please, sir. Let me suck your cock. Please, I want to so bad.”

He threw her back. She fell to her ankles. “I’ll tell you when to suck my cock. You keep your place until I tell you otherwise.”

She looked down at her hands. “Yes, sir.”

He stripped his shirt and jacket the rest of the way off. He tossed them onto his pile of clothes and stood before her in all his masculine power. His chest seethed with his breath. His muscles strained under the skin, and his hips angled down into a tight triangle where his cock stuck out from a bed of fine hair.

He took hold of his cock and pointed it at her face. “Is this what you want, baby? Is this the cock you want to fuck you?”

“Yes, please, sir. I want it so hard.”

He jerked his head sideways. “Get on the bed.”

She scurried over to the bed. Her knees wobbled when she put her weight on her feet, but she managed to get there without falling over. He stood next to the bed and watched until she stretched out on her back. He climbed onto the bed, turned her onto her side, and slid in behind her.

Her heart fluttered in tremulous excitement. This was it, the moment she waited for. He had her on his bed, in his house in Queens or wherever they happened to be. He had her where he wanted her. He made her submit, and now he would finish her off.

He stuck his hand under the pillow and brought out something dark. She didn’t get a good look at it until he raised her hands over her head. He lashed the black thing around her wrists and threw a few knots around the bed rail. She stared in horror at the thing tying her. It was a thick leather strap. How many girls did he tie to his bedpost with that? She was just joking when she mentioned it at the restaurant. Now here she was in living color.

Before she could argue or say anything, he cinched the strap tight. He clasped one hand around her pussy and eased her back against him. His prick poked between her butt cheeks. He was moving in on her. This is what she had been waiting for, and he wouldn’t let her get away now.

She gasped for breath. Could she really do this? His hand tightened around her cunt. Her clit jumped against his palm. Tension and anxiety mingled with her deepest desires. She bucked against his hand to light her fire all over again.

He nuzzled his cock into her ass, but he didn’t bend it to find her wet pussy. He jabbed his thick head into her darkest hole. His teeth clamped on her ear, and his voice rumbled into her soul. “You want this, don’t you? You’re my bad, bad girl, and I’m going to give you exactly what you want. Do you want this? Huh?”

She whined, “Oh, please. Oh, please, don’t hurt me. Oh, God, don’t do this to me. I can’t stand it.”

He scooped up his other hand under her arm. He gripped under her chin and craned her head back to rest on his shoulder. His voice hypnotized her. It came from somewhere in her darkest soul. “I’m not gonna hurt you, baby. I’m going to make you scream and cum all over my bad ass cock. You know you want that, don’t you?”

She couldn’t answer. He hooked his fingers into her cunt, and his palm caressed her clit. He heaved her back onto his cock, and the blood-filled umbrella popped into her black hole. She cried out loud, but he wouldn’t stop. He screwed it in another fraction of an inch.

She couldn’t protest. His hand around her pussy excited her to a raging inferno. She had to ride that hand to get herself off, and when she did, she worked herself back against his dick. Christ, that thing was so damn thick! How could she take that in her ass?

She had to. She had to. She had to cum on his hand, and her hips couldn’t stop moving. She pulsed back and forth, and he copied her movements. Every time she backed into him, he thrust forward to meet her. Her wetness lubricated his passage.

The farther in he got, the more torrential passion swept over her. She rocked and kicked against his hand while his cock devoured her insides. How did this happen? She no longer cared. She had to destroy herself on this man. She had to take everything he dished out.

He worked all the way in until his hips touched her ass, but she couldn’t rest. She heaved against his hand. Her clit ached, and his fingers triggered her insides to cum all over again. She shrieked and tossed, but the strap held her in place. His hands owned her. His body occupied her, body and soul.

She rode down hard on his fingers, and he plugged her full of himself from behind. He thundered in her ears, but she couldn’t hear a thing he said. He bellowed all the nasty names in the book, but his cock told a different story. Her inner muscles stroked his length. He sank his teeth into her ear. His sweat trickled down her back. He couldn’t keep this going any better than she could.

She panted and shrieked until she was hoarse. She pushed her ass against his hips to drive that demon cock into her. She couldn’t see or think or hear anything. She knew only his body, his cock, his hands, and his white-hot load filling her beyond belief.