Vance stopped playing with the J-shaped steel long enough to unbuckle the worn brown leather belt at his waist and tug it through the loops, the whisper of the slight friction against the cotton making her so desperate she whimpered. Did it again when he doubled the belt over in his hands and snapped it taut.
Had this man read a fucking manual about how to set her on fire or was this just luck? He snapped it again and she swore she could feel her eyes glaze over, maybe with the soup her brain had turned into. My oh my. She’d come here looking for a roof over her head for a few days and found one of the best play partners she’d ever had. Maybe she should squat in rich people’s houses more often…
Vance dropping his belt in front of her snapped her out of that reverie but she sunk back into it as he showed her a length of rope that he then used to tie through the loop in the hook and then pulled over her shoulder to fasten where her wrists were tethered. Not that she didn’t trust him—she’d never let someone she didn’t trust put her in this sort of position—but she was still glad when he nudged the EMT shears closer to her hand so she could grab them herself if she felt the need.
What she felt the need for currently was to melt into a puddle on this table and let this near-stranger do whatever he wanted. Which wasn’t sensible, but she was almost past sense because this all felt so fucking good.
She gasped again as Vance secured the knot on the beam, a gasp that slid into a moan. And hell did her pussy feel empty. She hoped he planned to fuck her after he’d given her a few stripes with his belt because she was so horny she could die. She didn’t want to; she’d much rather have another earth shattering orgasm.
* * *
Lilith was a beautiful woman, he’d thought so since the first time he saw her after he’d gotten used to the startling contrast between her pale skin and her dark hair, plus the disconcerting nature of her contacts. But the contrast was part of what made rope bondage so much fun with her; the royal purple and crimson ropes he’d used to bind her stood out starkly against the pale canvas of her skin. And he couldn’t wait to lay down some red welts across her backside that would hopefully bruise so she’d have something to look at in the mirror and savor once he’d left.
The sudden thought of leaving her made his stomach lurch but he shouldn’t think about that now. He’d spend some of the day with her tomorrow and then…well, hopefully he’d see her again. But what was he going to do, bring her back to Clover City to his Town-and-Country life? No. She’d feel out of place and uncomfortable and to be honest, he would feel awkward too. She didn’t belong there. But she sure as fuck belonged spread out and bound over his table with her backside just waiting for a belting.
He’d have to be careful with her splayed open like this and having not played with her before, but the caution wouldn’t dull the enjoyment, not even a little. Snapping the belt because the sound seemed to hit her just right, Vance eyed his target and lined up to bring the leather down across the twin globes of her rosy buttocks, his cock throbbing with the impact he could feel through his arm as well as the sweet hiss she made. He paused for a split second to see if she safed out, changed her mind, but all she did was shift a tiny bit, and her ribcage expanded to take a deeper breath. Perfect.
So he did it again, and again, and again, watching her flesh bounce beneath his leather, the pale red welts rise from her skin until the little darling was panting and begging and writhing as well as she could, confined as she was by her bonds.
“Daddy, please!” she cried, and he tossed the belt onto the table in front of her. Lilith had had enough. Of that anyway.
He used what he had of nails—which wasn’t much—to scrape over her sensitive skin which made her squeal and wriggle. Then she lifted her head off the table to plead with him over her shoulder. Next time he’d braid rope into her hair and use that to tie her down as well. For now, he adored the flush of her cheeks, the moisture beading at the corners of her lids as she panted with swollen, parted lips.
“Please, Daddy, please. I need you.”
“Need me for what?” he teased, dragging his nails over the hot skin of her swollen buttocks.
“I need you to fuck me, please, Daddy. I’m so empty and so horny and so, so… Just, please!”
He could spank her for using a curse word but he was too high on her pleas to be feeling strict. Instead, he unbuttoned and unzipped until he could reach in and drag out his full-to-bursting cock, and then ripped open one of the condoms he’d tossed on one of the dining chairs, sheathed himself with the latex.
“So impatient,” he tsked at her just before slipping a finger inside her hot, slick pussy. God she felt good and he couldn’t wait to have her cunt embrace his dick the same way.
Vance added a second finger and pistoned in and out of her until he thought she was on the edge. The way she cried out in frustration when he withdrew confirmed it.
It wasn’t that he wanted to deprive her, it was simply that he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last once he got inside her and he aimed not to leave her wet and wanting. He wasn’t going to wait any longer, and relished the soft grunt she made as he eased into her with one smooth, long stroke, mindful of the hook lodged in her ass.
It felt as good to be buried inside her as he’d imagined and he had to grip her hips hard, count to twenty, run through statutes in his head to keep from spilling in her right away. She mewled and whined but couldn’t move, not really, not with the way he’d bound her, and it gave him time to regroup to prepare for the ravishing she deserved.
When he was positive he wasn’t going to blow his entire load after two strokes, he began to move inside her, feeling like her pussy was milking his dick already even though she wasn’t climaxing. He just felt…held. That was enough to have his brow clenched in concentration and his hips snapping forward to drive into her, determined to get this woman off before coming himself.
He didn’t mind finishing partners after he’d come, but he’d had a couple subs who just…couldn’t. And fuck if he was going to get Lilith all plugged and tied up with nowhere to go. He was going to take her to the moon and back.
Keeping half his mind on Lil’s noises, her body language to make sure he wasn’t going too hard or too rough, he spent the rest of his energy timing his thrusts, angling his strokes to hopefully graze her g-spot, and when he’d established a rhythm that seemed promising, he grabbed a hank of her hair near her scalp in a fist and turned her head. She’d liked that earlier; he could tell by how wide her pupils had blown, how her lips parted. He hoped this time would be no different.
“This what you need to get off, little girl? Daddy pulling your hair while he fucks your tight pussy? You like the feel of me slamming into your ass that’s bright red with my marks, stuffed full with a hook? Good thing you’re tied down, otherwise I bet you’d be bucking like an animal. Daddy’s gonna fuck that right outta you, grind those sore tits into this hard table. Make you scream for me when you come because I know just what you need. Don’t I, you perverted little doll?”
Apparently that’s what it took to get Lilith off. A laundry list of kinky shit and some dirty talk plus some good old fashioned hard fucking. God she was perfect.
“Daddy! Oh, fuck, Daddy, I’m coming. Yes, please, Daddy, just right, just right. Do me like that, please.”
Vance did his level best to hold out but when her pussy clamped down tight on his diamond hard dick, he couldn’t help it. Not the way her internal muscles pulsed around him, feeling built especially to pump every drop of come out of his balls.
“Fuck,” he roared, digging his fingertips into her tender flesh, spurred on by the squeal his rough treatment elicited. “Yes, babygirl, yes.”
He came so hard he felt like his sac must be turning inside out, like he’d run out of come to spurt into her tight, slick cunt and he was just orgasming dry now. It was so intense it almost hurt and he sought comfort by running his hands up to her biceps and pressing his forehead between her shoulder blades, kissing her there and murmuring her praises while he tried to catch his breath.