I observed as he went to the back of me and pulled the boxer briefs down to my knees, leaving me exposed. Both of his hands rubbed my ass as he stared at me reverentially. His fingertips slipped between my labia and spread me out for him. I cried into the gag as he thrust his face roughly into me, fucking me with his tongue. The beautiful stubble on his face scraped against my thighs, burning in the most delicious way. So quickly—I didn’t have time to argue— he dragged his tongue up my ass and shoved it in there as well.
He chuckled at the way my body tensed up. Heat flooded my already flaming cheeks at the little vibrations his laughter sent through me. This felt wrong, dirty, or something forbidden, but the sensation was much more pleasurable than I imagined it would be. I nearly died of embarrassment, but my pussy quaked, empty and envious. He pulled back and his big hand came down hard on my ass cheek. I shouted in surprise, expecting more exploration from his tongue and not a smack.
I breathed slowly, closing my eyes, as I managed the pain. His fingers soothed the spot he struck. His other palm fell on the opposite side, “Ungh!” I cried. My heart pounded in my chest, panting as I handled the sensation. Goosebumps prickled over my skin as the pleasurable endorphins rushed through me.
He waited a while, touching me gently. I opened my eyes, checking what he was up to. My face was red and my pupils were blown out with lust. The tape across my mouth aroused me further rather than frightening me. He stared at me, waiting for something. This was safe because I was the one in control. I gave him a brief nod to let him know I was okay, and just like that, his hand came down on me again, harder this time, catching the junction of my thighs and my labia.
Shattering, every bit of pain, worry, fear, and anything else inside of me broke and fell away, leaving only beastly carnality. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. My arousal coated my thighs. He dipped down, running his tongue over the escaping juices, then slid it all the way up my pussy and into my ass, thrusting into the tight hole.
I opened my eyes to watch him, fascinated with the sensation and the fact a man like him would want to taste me there. I whimpered into my own panties as he met my gaze in the mirror and stared me down while his tongue fucked my ass. He pulled out of me with a wicked glint in his eyes and brought both his palms down hard on each of my cheeks.
I shouted strangled cries as he rained them down again, and again. I clapped my hands, and as he promised, he stopped immediately. “Do you want me to stop everything, Claire?” I shook my head, desperate for him to use my body and bring me the release every inch of me ached for. His hands cooled as they rubbed circles into my heated skin. I mewled pathetically, flinching each time he came close to touching the spot I wanted him to stroke most.
The tip of his cock pressed against my ass, testing the resistance, and I let out a frightened squeal.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not taking that tonight,” he soothed me as he slipped his hard length down to my slick center. With one solid thrust, he entered me. I was so full of him I didn’t have room for anything else. No pain, no fear, just raw, primal fucking. He grunted above me, absent of all the dirty words he liked to whisper as he plundered my body.
There was nothing but the two of us in all existence as my pussy choked his cock, spasming and gripping him with my orgasm. He responded to me as if we were made to go together this way, spilling his load as my release still wracked me. He leaned over me, pressing his front to my back, catching his breath for a moment. When he lifted his body up, he took me with him. We both watched from our knees as he removed the tape from my mouth and undid my bindings.
He swept my hair off my sweaty neck and planted kisses from my ear to my shoulder, “Look at me, Claire,” I met his eyes in the mirror, drinking in the way he looked at me. “Everything is going to be okay.”
I didn’t believe him, but at that moment, I didn’t care.