The Lottery (17 page)

Groaning her displeasure when he stood from the bed, it was too
early for him to leave her arms. In the low light of the bedroom, he began to
rummage through a bag that was not her own, at the foot of the bed. She could
not see what he held in his hand, but a moment later a soft cuff was placed
around her wrist and electricity zipped through her body. The desire that ran
through her was almost too much, she could barely breathe.

“Tonight is about you, Ethan.”

“This is for me, believe that.”

Locking eyes with him in the low light cast by the open bathroom
door, she saw the raw need etched on his face. Perhaps he felt that he had no
control over what would happen tomorrow, so he needed to control what happened
tonight. And she would let him, without question. Even though they had not
known each other long, when she looked into his eyes, and felt confidence and
safety there, she sensed she could trust him in this.

Watching him lock her arm above her head, attaching it to the
headboard, she felt hunger gnaw at her core. Never having had this fantasy
before, she was shocked at the way in which the simple act of restraining her
had made her whole body into one single nerve ending. Placing her other hand
into a cuff, he lifted his body as he finished, reaching around to the
footboard. Placing one ankle into a cuff, wetness spilled out of her pussy and
the scent flooded the room. He inhaled deeply and she watched as his cock
became even harder and his eyes glittered with lust.

The last cuff was put into place and she felt the current of need
coiling tighter within her. Sliding his hand up her left leg, he massaged the
muscles there, her body trembling under his touch. He was taking too long, and she
swore form his sly smile, he was dragging his actions out to torture her. Laying
little nips on her leg as he casually rubbed her skin, he built a fire within
her. She desperately wanted to touch him, pulling at the bonds on her hands.

That struggle only seemed to ignite them both, her in knowing he
was about to own her body completely, him in knowing she belonged to him and
him alone. Running the back of his hand along her inner thigh, he teased the
skin with his hands and lips, staying well away from the part she needed him to
touch the most.

Bypassing her center, he moved to her stomach and chest, leaving
branding trails of heat with his fingers, tasting her skin with his soft lips. He
rested his weight between her legs, rubbing his hardened cock along her slit,
sliding his hips, causing the friction to almost undo her.

“Please…”

“Not yet, my love, not yet.”

My love?
She heard his
words, but quickly released the thought from her mind, sure that he couldn’t
mean anything by them.

Slipping one of her hardened nubs into his mouth, he continued to
rub his cock along her as he bit and nibbled her. Pain and pleasure centered at
her breast, shooting fire through her whole body. His hands reached below her,
grasping both globes of her ass, kneading her and pulling her closer to
increase the friction along her pussy. The head continued to hit her swollen
clit with the end of each thrust of his hips, causing the fire to lick at her
core, but it wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. She wanted him inside
her, needed him inside her.

But he continued to torture her, ignoring her soft pleas for him
to enter her. Biting her other nipple and suckling it between his teeth, he
poked the head of his cock within her, and began to push forward.
Yessssss
, this is what she needed. But
he retreated and began the thrusts outside the front of her labia. She could
have cried from the loss and tried to arch her back to make him enter her
again.

She caught the tip once more and he entered her slightly, only to
have him pull away again. Moving further up her body, he caught her mouth in a
powerful embrace. It was as if he needed to drink part of her soul to make him
complete, and as quickly and swiftly as he kissed her, he pulled away and stood
beside the bed looking down at her, bound and naked. Knowing her state, she
suddenly felt more vulnerable than she was prepared for.

Grasping his cock in one hand, he pumped the flesh as he gazed at
her. She watched him, feverish, needing him to enter her desperately. Slowly
climbing within the center of her legs, she moaned her dislike. He smiled at
her just before his mouth latched onto her clit.

He played her body like a fine tuned instrument. Touching the
flesh until she was on the cusp of an orgasm that threatened to rip her in
half. And then he sat up on his knees within the circle of her thighs and she
moaned again with her annoyance. She could have screamed her displeasure, and
he chuckled at the look upon her face.

Lying back down, he did it once more, bringing her within seconds
of pleasure, to only retreat again. Karlyn felt like weeping; her release was
all she could focus on. There was no outside world, nothing but this man and
the need she felt. Every inch of her body ached, her pussy felt swollen and
demanded his touch.

Every square inch of her flesh was on fire, ready to explode in a
fiery storm as soon as he allowed her to orgasm. She pulled against the
restraints, the lack of mobility both frustrating and adding more fuel to her
fire. Watching her struggle, he smiled smugly up at her from his vantage point
between her thighs.

“How do you feel?”

“Tortured.”

A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he brushed them across her
clit gently. She bucked against his touch, demanding more than his gentle
stroke.

“I need you, Ethan. I need more.”

“I know, baby. But I’m in control tonight.”

“Like you haven’t been in control all along?”

He cocked his head at her with those words, a questioning look
crossing his face. “The longer I
torture
you, the better it will be.” He spread his tongue along her clit giving it
another slow swipe.

“I don’t know if I can survive.”

“You will survive it, and you will beg me to do it again and
again.”

“Is this what this is all about? Making me beg?” Frustration
filled her, at her lack of completion as much as the fact she had already
pleaded with him for release. “If that’s the case, I already have.”

He stopped his gentle caresses, sitting up so he could look
directly into her eyes. “No, this isn’t about begging. This is about simple
desire. I want you to want me with every ounce of your being.” He moved down
and licked her again, and once again he left her at the very moment she would
release. “I think you are finally there.

He moved his body into the cradle of her thighs. Moving his hips
until the tip was poised at her entrance; he entered her fully. Within three
thrusts, she came apart, as if every atom in her body separated itself then
reanimated seconds later. She heard the scream, but had no idea it had been
wrought from her body.

Pausing to undo the Velcro from the bottom of the bed, he lifted
her legs high in the air, bending them towards her body, allowing for a deeper
penetration. He pumped within her hard and fast. The headboard hit the wall,
creating a staccato rhythm. As she ebbed from one overwhelming orgasm, she flew
into the next, shattering her once more.

His thrusts became faster and deeper as she sensed his release
coming. Wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper still, he cried
out and she felt his cock tremble and the warmth each surge of his orgasm jet within
her. Kissing her as his climax faded, he reached up to release the Velcro at
her wrists, rubbing and kissing each hand afterwards.

“Have I hurt you?”

“No, but I could have hurt you if you had kept me from coming one
more time.”

Smiling at her, pride radiating from his beautiful face, he
chuckled. “But was it worth it?”

She paused for a moment to make him wonder, before smiling
brilliantly. “Absolutely.”

Returning the gesture, he raised up on his arms. “Good, because I
am not done yet.”

****

Rolling her to her stomach, his cock still hard, he rubbed
against her silky skin. Under his gentle guidance, she rose to her arms and got
to her knees as he settled behind her. Feeling his cock against her rear, she
moved her hips, rubbing his cockhead unexpectedly against her hole, and she
shivered.

“Ah, another interesting tidbit. But I don’t think I have the
restraint left in me tonight to be careful in taking you there, but it is
definitely something to consider for another day,” he whispered into her ear as
he arched over her back.

Pulling the pillows from the head of the bed, he placed them
under her belly and pushed her shoulders down a bit, angling her ass high in
the air for him. Reaching over her, he refastened the wrist cuffs, tying her to
the bed once more. A shiver ran completely down her spine, and her clit and
nipples hardened even more. Her back arched into him, and he sat back for a
moment, looking over her softly curved body.

“Is this what this is all about? Making me beg?” Her words echoed
in his head, as he splayed his fingers against her ass, squeezing the soft
flesh there. Maybe he had wanted her to beg, to beg him to never leave this
room. For tomorrow to never come and for her to remain in his arms forever.

Returning to his place behind her, he reached for her hair,
pulling her mouth towards his lips as he entered her from behind. Feeling the
soft contractions still moving through her vagina, he pumped his cock into her as
he released her mouth from his own. Biting into her shoulder, he increased his
pace and he felt her muscles tighten around him. Her pussy fisted around his
cock and he grasped a soft breast in each hand as he lost himself within her.

His need for her, the desire for her and her alone overwhelmed
him, and he nearly choked from his own body’s demand. Leaning back away from
her, he had to distance himself a little and found himself holding on to the
soft globes of her rear. Lifting his hand, he dropped a soft swat, reddening
the pale flesh. Her moan echoed around him.

“Ahh, my girl is a wild woman, indeed. I think I need to smack a
little harder at this beautiful bottom.” He followed that with a harder slap to
the opposite cheek. He felt her pussy become wetter and her essence coated her
inner thighs. Another slap, slightly harder, vibrated through her, and another.

Reaching down he rubbed the flesh he had just slapped, lowering
to kiss her back as well. Another swat landed on the opposite cheek. A few more
perfectly timed blows came down upon her as he pumped within her, until the
fire within her detonated. Her vaginal walls clamped down hard around him as
she screamed her release, triggering his own and he again bathed her pussy in
his satisfaction.

Sweat rolled from both of their bodies, as he gathered her into
his arms and released her wrists. He rolled to his side, holding his woman
close to him and they drifted off to sleep.

****

Early morning light streamed through the French doors beside the
destroyed bed. Sheets and blankets were strewn all over, twisted within
entwined arms and legs. Ethan lay looking at the calm, sleeping face of the
angel he had been lucky enough to be won by. Her caring and warmth had been
more than he could have ever dreamed. She had shown him in the ways she treated
him like an equal, in the caring she showed his sister, and after last night,
in the trust she apparently had in him, he knew he loved her.

Thinking back to the night before, he realized he had known it
then, had known how he felt, yet he had also felt the response to shy from
that. To pull away and slip back into the role of companion, smacking her rear
helped him disconnect from his feelings for her. He could not allow himself to
remove his feelings from their lovemaking again.

She had become the second most important person in his life, and
he knew that when the year was over, he wouldn’t want to leave her. But he also
felt she still had a barrier between them, a wall protecting herself. She let
it down when they were in bed together, but he sensed it outside. He needed to
show her how much she meant to him before he ever uttered the words. If she did
not understand his need, she could push him away.

Moving slightly to pull away, his movement caused her to turn. The
glimmer from her thigh reminded him of the many times he found released within
her the night before. He had awoken her three more times during the night, as
he could not sleep, and hoped utter exhaustion from loving her would do the
trick, yet it hadn’t.

He considered the possibility of marrying this woman and filling
her with his child. He wondered sometimes if he had fathered more a child in
his lifetime; he had been but a means to an end, often being used as a sperm
donor more so than a lover. Birth control was just not used in this day and age
within the confines of a contracted relationship, as few women had access to
men, and those that did, took full opportunity to help plant the seed of new
life.

That thought had made him shutter before, and he tried not to
consider it often. The thought that there were children in the world he had
fathered and not been allowed to know broke his heart.

Looking back at Karlyn, the thought of her giving birth to his
children brought him a sense of pride and honor. And that thought alone nearly
floored him. He knew then that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with
her. To see her swollen belly with his child, to watch their children grow and
flourish, to grow old with him, still loving each other like his parents had,
until the day they died. His father may not have been perfect, but his mother
had loved him. He hoped that Karlyn would grow to love him, even with his many
imperfections.

Thinking about the relationship his parents had once had made him
yearn for family. How stupid he had once been, not realizing how so lucky he
had been in his childhood. Most women never chose to marry, as it was easier to
move from contract to contract when it pleased them. Never involving feelings
or emotions, those women could use the men when they chose to.