She loved it when he held her head and started fucking her mouth, almost certain he was going to shoot the next load down her throat.
But no, he stopped, withdrew his cock, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her up to her feet, where he shoved her back against the tile wall. He nudged her feet wider apart and dipped his knees, using his fist to line up his cock at the entrance to her pussy. With her holding on to his shoulders, he reached up with his other hand and grabbed her chin again.
“Don’t close your eyes. Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you like this,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
He smirked. “Yeah. That. You can keep saying that. From now on, that’s how you address me.”
She started to say something, but then his cock slid into her, making her gasp as he buried himself all the way, his body rubbing against her clit.
Then he reached up, grabbing her sore nipples and twisting. “You’re still getting nipple rings,” he hoarsely said. “Maybe even tonight. I have a friend who does piercings. I’ll give him a call. The weather’s not too bad for him to come out. Wouldn’t that be something, Scott coming home and finding you like that?”
She gasped, both from the hotness of that thought and from the way his body was grinding against her swollen clit at the bottom of every stroke. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yeah, you know, I think I know how Scott’s going to find you when he comes home. I’m going to tie you down to the coffee table with a butt plug up your sweet ass, legs spread wide. I’m going to make him strip and go down on you while I sit on your face and you lick my balls while I tell him about the new status quo around here.”
She moaned, feeling her orgasm spiraling up, closer.
He twisted her nipples, hard, making her cry out and tip over the edge. “Holy fuck, girl. You did need an Owner, didn’t you? Poor baby. I promise I take good care of my property.” He leaned in and bit her left, then her right nipple, making her cry out and only intensifying the feel of his cock fucking her, the pleasure pouring through her body.
He reached up and grabbed her chin, pinning her head against the wall. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir,” she gasped.
“Who owns this ass of yours?”
“You, Sir.”
He leaned in close. “You sure you want to get on this ride, baby? You’ve seen what I do to Scott.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Any conditions of your own?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He stopped moving. “What?”
“Just me and Scott,” she said. “No one else. Just the three of us.”
He kissed her, hard, his tongue fucking her mouth. “I promise,” he said. “That’s an easy promise to make, because the two of you will keep me more than busy enough.” He smiled down at her. “One of my hottest fantasies has been tying him down and sitting on his cock while you suck my cock and lick his balls.”
Her clit throbbed, another small orgasm racing through her. “Yes, Sir.”
“I like a little humiliation play,” he said. “Inside the bedroom only. I might cuckold you or him from time to time. You okay with that?”
“As long as it’s just play.”
He smiled. “I want to truss him up with a vibrator shoved up his ass, and you face-to-face with him while I fuck your sweet ass and you describe it to him,” he said. “Or maybe even I fuck your pussy and let him lick my juices out of you. Oooh.”
His eyes widened. “Yeeesss. That’s what he’ll find when he comes home tomorrow. With you trussed on the table with my rings through your nipples and a load of my cum in your pussy for him to lick out.”
He crushed his lips onto hers as she came again. “Oh, baby,” he hoarsely said. “You can’t lie to me. That made you come again. I felt it. Believe me, I’m going to make every last dirty fantasy in your mind come true. Yours and his and mine.”
Her eyes must have widened in surprise, because he laughed. “Oh, yes. Scott has had some dirty fantasies of his own, baby. Like putting you on your knees and making you suck my cock while he fucks your pussy. Or me fucking his ass while he eats you out.”
She hadn’t honestly considered the fact that maybe Scott was entertaining ideas like that.
Although, it certainly made sense.
And it made her feel better. That he hadn’t left her out of the equation. That when he was with Keith, he was still thinking about her, too.
He pulled out and spun her around, nudging her feet apart again as he slid his cock into her pussy from behind and started pounding her, hard. She put her hands out against the wall to keep from being driven headfirst into it.
“The next few weeks,” he said, his voice sounding strained, “don’t even worry about wearing clothes when you’re home. You’re going to be too busy getting fucked, or being used, to worry about clothes.”
With that he drove home, deep into her pussy one last time with a loud groan she suspected she was going to hear a lot more of over the near future.
It came as no small surprise to her to realize she already craved hearing it.
When he caught his breath he put her on her knees again in front of him and had her lick him clean while he stroked her wet hair.
“Such a good girl,” he said. “Don’t worry, no ATM. I’ll never make you do that.” He grinned. “But I can’t wait to fuck your pussy and then make him suck me clean. That’s going to be a fun first.”
Chapter Eighteen
Somehow, Noel knew Keith hadn’t been kidding about the nipple rings. A little bolt of terror shot through her when she emerged from the shower and found him on the phone with someone.
When he hung up, he smiled and pulled her close. “Let’s get everything ready. He’ll be here soon.”
“Who?”
He arched an eyebrow at her. “My friend who does piercings. He doesn’t live far from here. He’s got a portable kit. Don’t worry, he’s a pro. The weather’s not bad enough to keep him off the road.”
He reached down between her legs and stroked her clit. “Not today, but at some point, someone’s going to get a piercing in their clit hood, too. I’ll get Scott a PA, and then have fun with predicament bondage with the two of you, between your nipple rings and your other piercings, trying not to pull or tug on each other.”
He pinched her clit, not hard, but enough to make her moan. “Another rule. You’ve got neat little landing strip down there, but from now on, you stay completely shaved. Got it?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Bring the collar and cuffs from the bed and meet me in the dining room.”
She did, standing there and feeling nervous.
He joined her a few minutes later, carrying a few things. He now wore a pair of shorts, but she made out the semistiff outline of his cock through them.
He noticed where her gaze was focused.
“Yes, you seem to have an effect on me,” he said. “I won’t deny it. I thought I was well past liking women, but you’re different. You’re special.” He got the collar and cuffs fastened to her, then cleared off the dining room table and pointed. “Lie down. On your back.”
She no sooner did than he blindfolded her and started tying her down, tightly, legs spread wide, ass right at the edge.
“Don’t worry,” he told her. “He’s not going to molest you. I promised no one but me and Scott will touch you like that.”
She gasped as she felt his lips close on her clit. He flicked it with his tongue, sucking hard, alternating between licking and sucking until she was damn close.
Then the doorbell rang.
His mouth disappeared. “And there he is. Wait right there.” He patted the top of her head.
She heard him answer the door and welcome someone in.
“Holy fuck, dude,” the strange male voice said. “Since when do you play with women?”
“Long story. The guy I brought in a few weeks ago? This is his wife. She’s decided she wants in on the action, and I warned her this is part of the price she’ll pay.”