She groaned as he pulled the plug from within her. The fullness in her was now empty. Maggie tried to catch her breath. Her wrists ached, her eyes were burning from the sweat in the blindfold and she was sore.
He again played with her pussy. His fingers wetted by her juices. She was so turned-on. The waiting to see what came next ate at her. She squirmed as he took his finger from her pussy then swirled it around her sensitive ass.
“Damn, I’d like to fuck your sweet ass. It looks so hot.” A loud slap echoed in the room and stung Maggie’s reddened butt. She shook and gasped from the growing excitement. This really turned her on and she wanted to feel him again.
His hands caressed around her inner thighs and he stroked her pussy and the opening of her anus. Her entire region was engorged and sensitive to his every touch.
“Hmmm, better use a lot of lube here because you have me so hard. You make me want to just take what I want.”
She felt a warm liquid seep down the crack of her ass. He rubbed it around her anus and slid his fingertips into her. The feelings made her shudder and the urge to close her legs crept through Maggie’s body.
She felt the head of his cock push against her anus and slide out. His hands grasped her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, and he again pushed the head of his cock into the opening. He slowly slid just the tip into her ass, very carefully.
Maggie’s mind went numb and her body tensed as he pushed inch by inch into her. She had to adjust to the stretching inside her. Butt plugs and small anal toys hadn’t totally prepared her for the pressure and fullness she felt inside, but she was at the point of climax from the intensity of the growing arousal that had been building inside.
She panted and almost wept as he filled her and stopped. She heard him breathe in deeply and sigh. His body pressed against her, his hands clenched her waist and slid to down to her ass.
“Damn, I was right. You are so fucking tight. You feel incredible.”
His words only added to her excitement. She longed to be taken and used as a sexual being by a powerful man. Her face pushed into a pillow and her desire to scream muffled.
The excessive amounts of lube eased the friction of him pulling back and then slowly pushing back into her. She arched her ass as far as she could to ease the rhythmic motion. Maggie was about to burst.
He groaned and plunged his cock into her ass, causing streams of juices to flow down her inner thighs as she came again. The explosive shockwaves of surprise and excitement overwhelmed her. His massive torso lifted her from the bed and he grunted as he fucked her like an animal.
Her body was shaking and weak, her mind spinning like a top. With a deep plunge and a hard squeeze of her hips she felt the throb and release. She shuddered and moaned, his seed spilling within her.
They both collapsed in a heap. His weight forced Maggie into the bed. His body was hot and slick against her back. He pulled his cock free from her ass and Maggie felt him loosen the ties around her wrists then pulled the blindfold free from over her eyes.
His hot breath blew against her neck as he spoke. “As much as you like control, sometimes relinquishing it in bed can set you free.”
A smile spread across Maggie’s face. He was right. “I don’t know where you came from or why you chose me, but thank you.”
“I am seeking a woman who’s lost, someone who’s given up. You definitely do not fit that description.” He got up off the bed, his limp cock dangling from his body.
Maggie looked at him, her vision adjusting to the light, and smiled. “All I know is you’ve given me something to remember—always. This side of me hasn’t felt so free in years, in fact I haven’t felt like this with any man.”
She lay sprawled across the bed, her nude body moist with perspiration. He raised his eyebrow and licked his lips as she shifted a little. “Damn, you are so fucking hot.”
Maggie grinned wickedly and snuggled into the rumpled sheets and blankets. “You know just what to say to make a woman feel good.”
Chapter Five
He sat in the smoky bar feeling slightly defeated. Finding a host for the lost soul was beginning to feel like a lost cause. He had met some wonderfully sensual women who satisfied his primal urges, but his hope in seeing his way to finding peace again was waning.
He took a sip from the water in front of him, and as he looked at the glass, it began to frost over in his fingers. The hair on the back of his neck bristled, his blood grew cold and a feeling of darkness crept through him. The women around his table were giggling and in a good mood, but he couldn’t shake the presence of something ominous and sad near him.
He looked for Tasha, needing to find where she was. His eyes scanned the room and at last he saw her leaning on the end of the bar, talking to a hunched figure.
He tried to get a look at the person she was talking to. The woman pulled a hood back, revealing locks of long, tangled blonde hair. She was talking, but something around her was dark, like a cloud of despair.
For some unknown reason he couldn’t stop staring at her. She was a small woman. He watched as Tasha handed her a bowl of something and a glass of what looked like water. He had to find out who she was. There was something wrong with her being here, a disruption of some sort that disturbed him.
He rose and walked to the bar. Tasha was serving drinks and he motioned to her.
“I’ve been thinking about a few other people I know who might be the woman you’re looking for.”
He grabbed her arm and looked into her eyes.