Little Book of Fantasies (3 page)

“If you don’t do something with me soon, I might just explode here and now.”

He kissed her cheek, his palms moved down the side of her face to her neck, where he thumbed the pounding pulse ever so softly. “Does that mean you have to pee? Or cum?”

She giggled, the last of the tension ebbing away. “Both.”

He moaned against her lips, their eyes opened at the same time. “I like it when you need to pee and cum at the same time. We’ll work on that later, though. Your arms have to be hurting by now. We’ll practice more tomorrow. For now, I want to take you to bed.”

She stared up at him, dazed. “Are you sure? I can handle a little more.”

He laughed lightly. A key in one hand, he wrapped the other around her wrist and undid the cuffs. Her arms fell to her sides, weak and tingling. Her legs trembled with the effort to hold her body upright. She leaned against him for support. The precious man that he was, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. “You’re still my captive, and I’m still going to have my way with you. Some things you won’t like, and some things you will. That’s the only promise you get from me.”

She grinned against his chest. “Oh please don’t, sir,” she said, feigning as much innocence as she could muster.

The musty smell in the old train car overwhelmed her. She coughed and pulled the sheet closer to her body. With her nose against his chest, she inhaled his cologne. The scent washed over her, creating a warmth deep inside her. She curled closer to him to absorb his heat into her chilled body.

He breathed deeply, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Remember I said there would be things you wouldn’t enjoy?” His deep, sleepy voice kept her from going back to sleep.

“Mm hmm,” she murmured.

“Get up—we’re going to hang you back up again.”

Her shoulders dropped. “I know it’s no where near sunrise yet.”

“Your point?”

“Nothing,” she muttered and rolled over to get out of bed. She grabbed the empty can and took care of the only business she wanted to take care of at that time of night. She waited patiently, shivering in the damp car. He flipped on the light and cleaned her. A task she could no longer perform on her own. It felt strange, but comforting in a weird sort of way.

“At least, you’ve stopped fighting me on something.” He grinned and took her hand to walk her over to the middle of the room.

Her arms, although still sore, had healed considerably through the night. She said nothing but allowed these ministrations to be performed. Kaitlyn yawned and wished she had it in her to shoot daggers at him with her eyes. Her wrists secured, he gently tugged at her nipples. She concentrated on nothing more than him.

“I’m really proud of how well you’re doing so far. Haven’t asked me any questions, or belittled our weekend once.”

She smiled. “There is nothing to complain about. After all, if I were to look at the situation, I did ask for this.”

“Now you’re getting it.” He tapped the end of her nose with his finger.

What was the deal with her nose? She bit back the laugh that threatened to bubble over.

His fingers danced across her abdomen. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her. He cupped her breasts, and then pulled them gently away from her chest. Mesmerized, she watched as he lowered his head and flicked his tongue across each nipple.

The pleasure he created in pulling her breast away from her body had her pussy swelling in seconds. His teeth nipped over the hardened bud of her nipple. His tongue continued its onslaught; it wrapped around each areola, laving circles around each one. He squeezed her breasts and worked her nipples. Her head fell back between her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she could no longer suppress a whimper.

“Do not cum until I give you permission.”

She panted her answer, unable to form a response. She shivered, trying to block the sensations. The hot, wet tip of his tongue glided over her neck. Her pulse jumped and sent electric currents through her body. He dropped her breasts and pulled her in close to his half-dressed body. Her thighs rubbed against the soft twill of his slacks; his chest hairs tickled her breasts.

She groaned, helpless to relieve the tension building in her body. The bulge in his pants pressed between her legs, and his teeth nipped at her neck. Again, he kissed his way farther up the side of her neck, swirling the tip of his tongue in her ear, nibbling her ear lobe. She squirmed against him, panted, and whimpered, “I can’t take much more.”

His low, throaty laugh made her shiver. “Oh, I think you can handle much more. You’re just being bratty.”

Her head swam when his fingers slid down her back. Something cold and hard pressed against her back entrance.

She stiffened against him; her eyes found his. He grinned

down at her. That lazy grin made her shiver in pleasure.

“What are you doing?”

“A little toy I just bought.” He dipped his little “toy” down, slid it into her wet channel. She gasped when he hit the right spot, then he removed the object to press against her anus once again. This time she refused to tighten, knowing that, no matter what, it was going in.

“Just relax, baby. I’m not going to play with it, just leave it inside you while I make you cum.”

That word again. She groaned. Her body throbbed with need. Her heart rate was so high she thought it would leap from her chest. She pressed her buttocks back, as if reaching for the rounded head. “Then please, get it over with.”

He leaned forward and pressed her hips back against his erection. “How would you feel to have two men taking you at once. One from behind, one in front, filling both your holes.”

Her knees buckled, and she groaned. Shaking from the inside out, she could barely speak. “Yes.” Like a cat mewing, she begged. “Please.”

Still he rubbed the hard end against her hole, teasing her, melting her, testing her. “Don’t want me to be gentle, do you?”

She shook her head violently. He thrust the object deep inside her ass. Her muscles reacted, spasmed around the smooth, phallic toy. The pain engrained itself into her head, and she shuddered, desperately holding onto the orgasm she wasn’t allowed to have. “Oh, God, Steven. Please…please…I need to come.”

Shamelessly she tried to lift her legs, press her sex against him. Filling her ass with the toy only made her beg more. His fingers found her tight, wet entrance and slid inside. He curled his fingers upwards, meeting her most sensitive core.

“Come,” he breathed against her lips.

His fist held tightly to her hair, his lips crushed hers with unrestrained force, pushing his tongue past her teeth. She could only whimper and follow his command. She screamed into his mouth unable to return the kiss as he tongue-fucked her mouth.

When the shudders of satisfaction finally passed, she slowly brought her legs from around his body to allow them to dangle below her. She didn’t even have the energy to form a well-balanced pose. Her head rested against her arm. Her juices ran down the inside of her thighs. “Oh my God, Steven. Where did you learn how to do that?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.

He laughed and let go of her enough to run his hands down her back and over her rib cage. “You make it easy to please you, sweetheart.” His voice deepened, thick with passion.

She knew she should offer him something but couldn’t muster the energy to move. Even his tickling didn’t seem to elicit the same laughter, her muscles clenched and released as he stroked her.

“You’re so cute. It’s like petting a cat.” He dug his nails in, stroked down her back.

Just as he said, she followed his movements and sighed. “Steven.” She breathed his name. Her ass clamped down on the toy. Her pulse raced, sweat beaded her brow, her feelings of trepidation gone. Her frustration at being woken up to play in the middle of the night, continued to fade. More than awake now, she sank into his control over her body. He moved around to her back and grated his nails over her buttocks. The heat of his scratches cooled, she spread her legs wishing to feel his fingers deep inside her aching core once more.

“I never knew you wanted two cocks inside you, Kaitlyn. That’s very interesting to know.”

She tensed. “Steven, I don’t. I don’t really want two real cocks inside me.”

He breathed against her ear. “So only me and a toy?”

She swallowed hard and nodded. His fingertips cascaded over her skin. His free hand was everywhere. Over her breasts, down her back, around her ribs, and over her thighs. She trembled all over, begged for more with her whimpers.

“So easy to please. So responsive.” He whispered in her ear. “This is what attracted me to you.” He breathed. His nails glided around to her front and gently twisted her nipples. She came upright, instantly. Her muscles tensed beneath his ministrations. “Look at yourself.” He commanded.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and watched his long fingers manipulate her nipples. One hand slid upwards to her neck, the other between her spread thighs to play with her wet clit. As it was slipping and sliding over her clit, she couldn’t help but gyrate against his hand. Her eyes, only half open to follow his movements, watched her own body react with abandon.

“When I first met you, I saw the excitement in your eyes. You enjoy new relationships. You love to get to know a man inside and out. Remember when I sat next to you on the bench in the park?”

She nodded and blew out a long breath, trying to control her orgasm. His hand around her neck applied a small amount of pressure. Her sex tightened.

“Your nipples were hard as rocks when I sat next to you and asked your name. You practically begged me to take you right then and there. But you wouldn’t do that would you? Good, little Kaitlyn made me wait and wait.” His fingers moved faster against her clit, slipped inside her pussy. She groaned and pushed down on him to no avail. “You’re soaking my hand,” he whispered again. “When I finally coaxed you into bed, it turned out to be the hottest sex of my life. I’d never had such a responsive partner. So willing and eager to play.”

She whimpered. “Please, Steven.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me come,” she begged, with a shaky cry.

Only one of his fingers moved slowly, in and out of her pussy, but it was enough to drive her mad. She needed to be filled, stretched, the way it was every time they made love.

“Not until you admit to me that you want to be my good, little slut.”

She cried out, not wanting to admit anything of the kind about herself. She panted and squirmed against his hand.

“Look at yourself, Kaitlyn. Look how much you beg with your body, not just that sweet, little mouth.” He frigged her clit again, and she jumped, trying to break away from him.

Frantic to get away, she pressed her buttocks against him, but only met a rigidness that had her soaking his fingers even more. The squishing of her juices against his fingers made the moment even more humiliating.

“Admit it, Kaitlyn, you strive to be a good girl, but deep inside you’re nothing more than an eager, little slut needing to play. Needing a man to take control.”

Her eyes closed. “Please, Steven, I need to come. Please don’t make me say it.”

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. Tell me.”

His fingers stopped their torture. Needing to come more than she needed her dignity, she opened her eyes and met his determined expression. The look on his face was her undoing. Her pussy sucked his finger. “Steven, I want to be your good, little slut. Please let me come.”

“Come.”

She cried out, her thighs spread as wide as she could force them. Her body shuddered and shook uncontrollably. Her orgasm had never felt like this before, so freeing, so utterly amazing. His hand gripped her neck tighter and thrust deeper into her, this time not removing his finger as he played with the bundle of nerves. Her legs sought him out, straining to wrap around something, anything. And then the most unexpected response came from her. She cried. All the stress, secrets, and the lies she told to keep her secrets came flowing from her in a sob.

His arms wrapped tightly about her waist and pulled her close in to his body. “You were perfect, baby, just perfect.” He whispered against her neck where he kissed her repeatedly, “You’ve shown me more than I could have ever thought to have from you. Beautiful, beautiful.” He stepped in front of her and gathered her against his chest, not releasing her bondage. She rested her head against his shoulder until the emotions passed.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she finally said, heaving a heavy sigh.

He comforted her by petting her head softly with his hand. “It’s okay, baby. That happens from time to time when a person finally lets go.”

Tenderly, he undid her restraints and carried her back to the bed. She fell into a deep sleep, almost immediately.

* * * *

Kaitlyn tried to bring her arms to her sides but, instantly, came up short. She came fully awake with a start and stared around the darkened room. Nothing. Steven wasn’t even around. She remained still, listening for any sound of movement or breathing. It wasn’t long before she became acutely aware of a weight at the end of the bed. The mattress dipped just enough to move her leg. Before she could respond, his hard wet tongue delved between her ass cheeks. The tip of his tongue worked around her tight hole, driving downward every few strokes to penetrate her pussy.

She sighed. She lay her forehead back down on the bed and wiggled her wrists to test her restraints. Much more comfortable than the chains. “I should really rethink my fantasies,” she thought aloud.

She heard his slow throaty laugh from behind her, and his tongue dipped down further to taste her. “This is much more comfortable, huh?”

She nodded, and then realized he couldn’t see her. “Yes, it is. And your tongue feels amazing.”

She gasped when he swirled his tongue around her pussy, and she pressed her buttocks towards his face. Something soft and delicious roamed over her back, relaxing her downward again. He rubbed the object over her back in big slow circles and down her buttocks; all the while his tongue played havoc with her dripping pussy.