Sin and Desire (4 page)

After dinner, Brian leads me to an upstairs room that looks out onto the lake. The stars are reflected in the water, creating the illusion of two skies and a world upside down. There is a fire already roaring in the fireplace and two glasses of wine on the table by the couch. He leads me to the couch and we sit down. He hands me my glass of wine and I curl into him. His arm goes around my shoulders and I rest my head against his side.

“When did you get this place?” I ask.

“Around the time I became the CEO of the bank.” He takes a sip of his wine. “I got it for my family and me, so we have somewhere to vacation together.”

“That’s really sweet of you.” If I have learned anything about Brian during the time we spend together, it is that he genuinely cares about the people around him. He had suggested the weekend get-away because I had left work stressed every day recently—another incident like the one when we first met, and I’d be fired.

He puts his wine glass down and shifts so he is angled towards me. “I want to try something new with you,” he says with a devilish grin.

“Like what?” I say nervously. I trust Brian, but new things always make me a bit nervous.

“How about I tie you up tonight?” After a moment of hesitation, I nod. He grins and takes my wine glass from me. He puts it safely on the table and the stands up. I raise my eyebrow questioningly. He reaches down and wraps his arms around my waist and then hauls me from my sitting position to his shoulder. I gasp at the unexpected movement and his hand comes down sharply on my bottom.

“Ouch!” I squirm and he stops. Then I say, “Do that again,” but he removes his hand from me.

“Hush,” he says. He walks me to the bedroom, I bounce with each step. His arms are wrapped around my thighs and I am bent over his shoulder. A quick jog down the hall and we reach our destination.

The bedroom is enormous. The ceilings are high and the room is framed by crown molding. There is a king-sized bed in the center of the room. It is a canopy bed and has four tall wooden posts. Brian drops me into the center of the bed. The sheets are silky and smooth on my skin. It is the opposite of his bedroom at his apartment which is all clean lines and completely modern. This room is comfy and cushioned.

Brian’s hands go to my ankles and he pulls me towards him. He quickly removes my dress, leaving me in lacy black underwear. His tongue traces his full bottom lip and his hands run up my legs.

“Tonight, you do what I tell you to do. Okay?” I nod, unable to speak. Something about Brian being in control is so sexy. I can feel my wetness against the fabric of my panties. He runs his hands up my legs and then when he reaches the waistband of my panties, he hooks his fingers and pulls down the fabric. He tosses it over his shoulder and does the same with my bra.

He quickly takes my right ankle into his hand and reaches under the bed for something. He pulls up a black strip of fabric that seems to have Velcro on it. He buckles around my ankle, loose enough so it won’t cut off circulation, but tight enough that I know I’m not getting out of it until he decides I am. I pull my leg up to test it, but there is very little give. He repeats the process with my other leg and then with my arms.

I am spread eagle on the bed, almost completely helpless. He looks me up and down, enjoying the look of my naked body. He unbuttons his shirt, but leaves his pants on and crawls over me. The fabric of his clothes brushes against my naked skin. He presses a kiss to my lips, his tongue tasting the wine on my lips, before he moves down to my neck, nipping and sucking. His tongue dances against the dip near my collarbone and then moves to my nipples, giving each one attention before moving lower. The chill of the air on my wet nipples and Brian’s ministrations cause my nipples to bunch and harden. He notices and reaches up to give them both a quick tweak with his fingers before his tongue connects with my clit and he quickly brings me to orgasm. His tongue slides into me, shallowly fucking me. My thighs close in an attempt to keep him where he is but my bonds keep me from moving the way I want to.

He sits up and looks down at my spread and prone body. “I like you like this,” he says with a smirk. He pulls his clothes off, exposing his perfectly muscled body. He allows me a moment to admire him before he crawls back over me and he slides into me. I struggle against my bonds, wanting desperately to wrap my legs around him, to touch his chest and back. But I can’t pull loose. Brian thrusts into me relentlessly.

“Please,” I moan.

“Please what?” He asks, even though he knows perfectly well what I am asking for.

“Please, untie me,” I beg. I need to touch him. He reaches over my head and releases my bonds, then does the same to my ankles. His arm moves under my body and he flips us over, so I am on top. I sink down onto his cock; I love the feeling of him deep inside of me.

He reaches up and slides two fingers into my mouth; I automatically begin to suck. He thrusts them gently in and out of my mouth before removing them and pressing them against my clit.  I grind down onto him and then, slowly, begin to move up and down on his length. His eyes go directly to my breasts, watching as they bounce with my movement. I am obsessed with watching him watch me. I feel powerful knowing that I can make him come undone.

His hand connects with my bare ass, as if to remind me who is really in charge here. The sound of the smack reverberates around the room. The pain adds to the pleasure. I moan at the feeling. It is like nothing that I’ve ever experienced before. Smack. Again, his hand connects with my ass, but this time on the other cheek. I bounce slightly harder, needing more friction.

“You like that, don’t you?” I can hear the grin in his voice.

“Oh yes.” His hands move from my hips to the flesh of my rear and he squeezes. Hard. It is a different sensation from the spanking, but still a mix of pleasure and pain. He holds me down on his cock so I can’t move up and down. I frown at the loss of movement. “That’s mean!” I give him puppy-dog eyes, hoping that that will be enough for him to give me what I want. “More, please.”

I feel the movement before I recognize what is happening. Brian flips me over again, his cock still deep inside me. He is on top now and he grabs my wrists and pins my hands over my head. He begins thrusting again, rapidly, and ceaselessly. My legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into me. He readjusts his hands so he is holding me down with one strong arm. He slides his fingers into my mouth again. My eyes flutter shut as an orgasm hits me, shaking my body to the core.

I feel my inner muscles clamp down on his cock. His hand leaves my wrists, but I keep my arms in the same position. His hand comes down on the back of my thigh and I thrust up against him, wanting desperately to give myself another orgasm. He helps me along by grinding down against my clit. “Good girl,” he whispers as he presses his body fully against mine. “Come for me.”

The feeling of my inner muscles clamping down on his cock drives him to orgasm as well. He grinds against me drawing yet another orgasm from me as he releases his load deep inside of me. He rolls off of me and comes to his knees.

He rolls me onto my stomach and presses a quick kiss to each ass cheek. “All better now.” He rubs the redness away and then rolls me over. He grins before he pulls me closer to his body. “We should do this again sometime.”

I laugh and tuck my head against his shoulder.

“Absolutely.”

Taking His Wife

Larry is one of the scum-bucket day-laborers at work. He has the manners of a pig and the face of a walrus. I hate him to the point where even his smell makes me feel like I have been infected with some sort of disease. I can’t stand the way he walks, moves or talks. I hate him with a passion and I hate the fact he has such a sweet, tender wife. We had the chance to chat occasionally, girl on girl, and I really liked her.

He clearly trapped her whilst she was in her early teens, and as soon as she was eighteen, he pushed her down the aisle and locked her down as a housewife. Now he’s working on getting her knocked up to lock her in and throw away the key. He is ruining her and she is too delicate and sweet to realize it.

Larry’s wife is eighteen years old, but she looks and acts like a naïve fifteen-year-old. She trusts her scumbag husband so much despite the fact that he cheats on her constantly. She sits across from me right now in her own living room as I explain the things he has done with other women at work. Even as I am saying it, I am sure she doesn’t believe me.

After a while, she starts crying and rushes upstairs to the bathroom. I give her a few minutes and walk in. She has washed her face, but managed to get water all over herself. She keeps apologizing, so I tell her it is okay. We move to the bedroom and I suggest she gets changed out of her wet clothes. She feels a little embarrassed as she takes off her clothes, but I reassure her.

She blubbers as she stands there in her panties and bra, looking for a change of clothes. I embrace her, to comfort her, but she looks uncomfortable. I lead her to the bed with soothing words and hold her. As we sit on the bed, I lean her back and kiss her as she lays there.

She is shocked and a little scared, her face blushing and unsure. I reach down and slowly begin to slide off her panties, giving her every opportunity to pull away. I can tell she needs this as much as I do.

Her skin is so soft and supple. Her bottom looks like a pair of peaches, and her legs are sleek, toned and slender. She breathes heavily as I embrace her on the bed. I move my head closer to steal another kiss, but she pulls away and resists.

I move over to lie on top of her
.

Her eyes catch mine again. She whimpers, “I don’t know about this.” I move away and lie beside her, on my side. And I move my moist-pouting lips towards hers, but only halfway—I let her close the rest of the distance. And she does. I nuzzle my head into her remarkably smooth and soft neck and kiss her skin with sloppy passion. She lets out a gasp and continues to breathe deeply as I move my hand around her back and unhook her bra.

I sit up again and straddle her as I remove her bra and run my fingers down her kissable breasts and tight stomach. I move my hands to her panties again and wait, looking into her eyes for any sign of resistance. She gives me a little nod. I lift myself up a little and pull her cream and yellow panties all the way down her slinky and sumptuous legs. I put my hands by her shoulders and lean down to look into her eyes. She starts to speak, but I move towards her ear, breathe a little and give it a titillating lick. Her eyes shine with what looks to me like tears.

She pushes my chest, squashing my breasts with her palms, and I sit up a second before bringing my face close to hers. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I say, “but just think what your husband is doing right now to the women at work.”

With that, she grabs my hair and pulls me in for a fiery kiss. Her tongue darts into my mouth and her spicy lips caress mine with sexy, wet abandon. She closes her alluring eyes to lose herself in the moment. She kisses without coming up for air, and my pussy grows hotter and wetter, hotter and wetter. Her chest flushes red and small beads of sweat appear on her face, neck and shoulders. I run my fingertips down from her slender neck, over her plump breasts and hard nipples, down her tight abs to her waiting pussy.

The heat coming from her pussy radiates onto my hand as I push my fingers into her wet and inviting vagina. I hear her make a humming moan through her kissing, and I curl my fingers up to tickle her G-Spot. She squirms in jubilant excitement as her wet and tender pussy inflates and lubricates my fingers with warm sticky juice.

I rub harder and she lets out a shallow grumble and moans as she writhes in excitement. Juices gush from her secret areas and she convulses as she lets herself go and cums on my fingers. She takes a deep breath and sighs with a sly smile.

I slowly make my way down to between her unsuspecting legs, stick out my tongue and lap at her pussy. She is shocked and surprised and looks down in delight. I lick and tickle her young and succulent cunt as she moans and smolders over the unfamiliar feeling. Yet more tears fall down her cheeks as I hum and lap her pussy, occasionally stopping to suck her clit and rub her with my fingers.

She breaks into out-and-out tears, whimpering that her husband never does this for her. Her breathing becomes heavier still as if she was giving birth, and she starts to hum and sing as my tongue darts quickly across her clit. The warm metallic taste of her juices dribbles into my mouth as I hound her groin and stimulate her to orgasm. He stomach tenses and her legs straighten, tense and quiver as she recovers from the heat.

I lie there with her for a while and we say nothing. She was so nervous about getting undressed, and yet we lie there for what felt like hours in little more than a scrap of clothing. I finally get dressed. We said very little. I walked down her stairs and towards the door when her husband walked in. I saunter past him and flirtatiously sing, “Bye” as he gazes, confused, at his fresh, young wife.

Cabin Foursome

“Everything is packed,” Bree calls out. Her voice can be heard all the way in the living room of the apartment where her roommate and best friend Matt is waiting.

“Thank goodness,” he says as Bree drags her over-packed duffle bag into the living room, “We’re going to be late, Alex and Heidi left an hour ago. Heidi texted me from the road.”