him
frantically, all notion of keeping still completely forgotten.
Didn’t matter. What mattered now was giving her the glorious
orgasm she’d earned.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of you.
Don’t you worry.” He brought his other hand to his mouth and licked his
fingers. Slick and warm, they went straight to her sex and stroked her clit.
Her soft flesh swelled against his fingers, the little kernel hot to the touch.
Every thrust of his fingers made her moan and the pale curves of her ass
quiver. Silky liquid surrounded his hand. The intoxicating female smell of her
went straight to his head.
He couldn’t stand it another second. He opened his pants and
pulled out his straining erection. Roughly, he pulled her onto his cock. God,
the sheer, tight pleasure of her hot body laid out for his disposal, spread
open for him, only him…
He rammed hard into the furnace-hot depths of her body. He
kept one hand clamped to her clit, his flat palm moving in rough circles. With
the other he held her hips still for his plunging cock. Again and again he
hammered into her. He fucked her with wild, unrestrained abandon while she
writhed like an animal.
She screamed. The sound wrenched out of her, a long,
keening, grateful cry. Her body jerked against him, over and over.
He came in a great, scalding explosion. It was the most
intense orgasm of his life. But it was outshined by the sheer joy of watching
her completely surrender to her bliss.
Surrender to him.
He’d done this. He’d turned his shy wife from a quiet,
head-in-the-clouds dreamer to a crazed wanton. Or maybe he’d just let the
wanton out of her cage.
Satisfaction settled deep in his bones.
After several long moments, she went limp under his hands.
He untied her legs, lifted her up and curled her onto the quilt. He lifted the
mask off her damp face and watched her eyelashes flutter to her cheeks.
Let her rest.
* * * * *
When Beth surfaced from her drugged slumber, it took her a
moment to remember where she was. Her body felt different. Lazy and sensual, a
few twinges here and there. And then it all came rushing back. The costumes.
Gavin. The deep, wrenching orgasm that had just turned her life inside out.
She should run. Now. While she had a chance. Before Gavin
knew she was awake. He wouldn’t chase her, she knew. If she wanted to leave,
she could.
Which was why she couldn’t possibly run.
She lifted her head and looked around for Gavin. He sat in
the armchair next to the woodstove, still in black, still masked. His head
lolled back against the wall, his legs spread, pants refastened, his hands
resting on his strong thighs. A deep flush swept across her body as she
remembered what those magic hands had done to her. Gavin had made her feel
things she hadn’t known were possible. Or maybe she’d suspected. The image of
the bound woman in the photo came into her mind, along with the restless,
excited feeling it had inspired in her.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
So he wasn’t asleep. “No. Surprised me.”
For a moment he stayed quiet. “I don’t ever want to hurt
anyone. I could, easily. I’m too strong.”
“But you wouldn’t.” She knew it in her bones.
He shook his head, a worried frown pulling his black
eyebrows together. “A girl I dated in college liked it rough. She showed me
what she wanted, made me rip her clothes off, pin her hands over her head, fuck
her hard as I could. I hated myself for liking it. She wanted me to hurt her
but I wouldn’t. I freaked out and broke up with her.”
Beth propped her head on her elbow to listen. They’d never
talked about their sexual pasts. Part of her didn’t want to hear about him with
other women. But most of her was fascinated. “Then what happened?”
“Her friends started calling me. I went out with one and she
told me she had handcuffs in her purse. Wanted me to cuff her to the steering
wheel. Told me she’d heard what a great fuck I was. I hated
frantically, all notion of keeping still completely forgotten.
Didn’t matter. What mattered now was giving her the glorious
orgasm she’d earned.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of you.
Don’t you worry.” He brought his other hand to his mouth and licked his
fingers. Slick and warm, they went straight to her sex and stroked her clit.
Her soft flesh swelled against his fingers, the little kernel hot to the touch.
Every thrust of his fingers made her moan and the pale curves of her ass
quiver. Silky liquid surrounded his hand. The intoxicating female smell of her
went straight to his head.
He couldn’t stand it another second. He opened his pants and
pulled out his straining erection. Roughly, he pulled her onto his cock. God,
the sheer, tight pleasure of her hot body laid out for his disposal, spread
open for him, only him…
He rammed hard into the furnace-hot depths of her body. He
kept one hand clamped to her clit, his flat palm moving in rough circles. With
the other he held her hips still for his plunging cock. Again and again he
hammered into her. He fucked her with wild, unrestrained abandon while she
writhed like an animal.
She screamed. The sound wrenched out of her, a long,
keening, grateful cry. Her body jerked against him, over and over.
He came in a great, scalding explosion. It was the most
intense orgasm of his life. But it was outshined by the sheer joy of watching
her completely surrender to her bliss.
Surrender to him.
He’d done this. He’d turned his shy wife from a quiet,
head-in-the-clouds dreamer to a crazed wanton. Or maybe he’d just let the
wanton out of her cage.
Satisfaction settled deep in his bones.
After several long moments, she went limp under his hands.
He untied her legs, lifted her up and curled her onto the quilt. He lifted the
mask off her damp face and watched her eyelashes flutter to her cheeks.
Let her rest.
* * * * *
When Beth surfaced from her drugged slumber, it took her a
moment to remember where she was. Her body felt different. Lazy and sensual, a
few twinges here and there. And then it all came rushing back. The costumes.
Gavin. The deep, wrenching orgasm that had just turned her life inside out.
She should run. Now. While she had a chance. Before Gavin
knew she was awake. He wouldn’t chase her, she knew. If she wanted to leave,
she could.
Which was why she couldn’t possibly run.
She lifted her head and looked around for Gavin. He sat in
the armchair next to the woodstove, still in black, still masked. His head
lolled back against the wall, his legs spread, pants refastened, his hands
resting on his strong thighs. A deep flush swept across her body as she
remembered what those magic hands had done to her. Gavin had made her feel
things she hadn’t known were possible. Or maybe she’d suspected. The image of
the bound woman in the photo came into her mind, along with the restless,
excited feeling it had inspired in her.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
So he wasn’t asleep. “No. Surprised me.”
For a moment he stayed quiet. “I don’t ever want to hurt
anyone. I could, easily. I’m too strong.”
“But you wouldn’t.” She knew it in her bones.
He shook his head, a worried frown pulling his black
eyebrows together. “A girl I dated in college liked it rough. She showed me
what she wanted, made me rip her clothes off, pin her hands over her head, fuck
her hard as I could. I hated myself for liking it. She wanted me to hurt her
but I wouldn’t. I freaked out and broke up with her.”
Beth propped her head on her elbow to listen. They’d never
talked about their sexual pasts. Part of her didn’t want to hear about him with
other women. But most of her was fascinated. “Then what happened?”
“Her friends started calling me. I went out with one and she
told me she had handcuffs in her purse. Wanted me to cuff her to the steering
wheel. Told me she’d heard what a great fuck I was. I hated
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