Wild Ride (6 page)

“You are so fucking hot and wet.  I am going to come in two seconds flat.”

He found her breasts again and squeezed as he pulled back, then drove deep again.

“Do you want to join me?”

But she knew if he came now, she wouldn’t find her release.  Without him touching her clit, or paying attention to her needs, the rising pleasure in her would just fizzle.

He groaned, then she felt his hot seed erupt inside her.

Oh, God, she wanted to come right now.  As he pumped into her, she pushed her hand between her legs and found her clit, then strummed it.  His groans of release and the feel of his big cock filling her again and again, paired with the burst of intense sensations erupting from her clit, sent pleasure swelling through her.  He thrust even deeper and she began to moan as an orgasm exploded through her.

Her groans matched his as they rode the wave together.  He kept pumping and she gasped, her hand wrapping around his on her right breast, squeezing with him as she moaned her release.

Finally, the pleasure ebbed and they collapsed on the table, his solid chest on her back, crushing her against the hard surface.  Within seconds, he drew her up and fell into the chair, pulling her onto his lap.  He said nothing, just stroked her hair, holding her tightly to his chest.

She had never experienced anything like that.    She’d had to trigger her own orgasm, but it would have been shallow and empty without his big cock driving into her.

And she knew instinctively that, despite his words, if he’d wanted to, he could have held off his own pleasure and given her an orgasm.  But he’d given that control to her.

* * *

“So what are you afraid of,” Marissa asked as she obediently cleared the table of their breakfast dishes.

He glanced at her over the book he was reading.  “Why do you think I’m afraid of anything?”

She shrugged.  “Because you’re alive.”  She picked up his plate and water glass, then glanced at his angular, yet handsome face, and the hard glint in his dark eyes as he stared back at her.  “Because of the haunted look in your eyes.”

She carried the dishes to the tiled counter and put them down.

“You know, for a slave, you talk too much.” 

She shrugged.  “You keep asking me the question.  I just wondered if you’ve examined your own life.

He pushed himself to his feet and walked into the next room, then returned a moment later.

“I’d like to read my book while I finish my coffee, so I’m going to insist on a little quiet.”

He had what looked like a leather collar in his hand as he walked to her while she stood filling the sink with soapy water.  He turned off the taps and leaned his hip against the counter beside her and held up the leather strap.

“See this?”  He pointed to what looked like a short cock, with a bulbous shape just like a real cockhead on the top.  “Pretend this is my cock.  Now open your mouth.”

She opened and he pushed the head into her mouth, then he wrapped the strap around her face and fastened it with a snapping sound at the back.  He tightened it until it was snuggly in place.

“This isn’t just an ordinary gag.”

Besides the fact it holds a cock in my mouth, he means?

“The cock has sensors and will register pleasant things you do.  If you stroke and suck it just right, it will essentially come.”

Her eyes widened.  Would it squirt some kind of liquid in her mouth?

He nodded.  “Yes, you’ll know when it happens.”  Then his lips turned up in a smile.  “And so will I.”  He pushed away from the counter and turned the taps back on, sending a steady flow of water into the sink.  “If you make it come three times while you’re doing the dishes, then I’ll grant you one request.”

He stepped behind her and turned her to face the sink, edged with a counter of dirty dishes and pans.  His hand cupped her buttock and squeezed, then drifted down and his fingers slid under her short skirt and stroked along her crotch.  Just a brief, light touch, but enough to send her hormones skyrocketing.

He sat in his chair again and picked up his book, then began reading as if he’d totally lost interest in her.

Her lips were stretched around the silicone cock in her mouth.  Her tongue stroked along the side and a green light blinked on the collar.  That must be a good sign.  She pressed her teeth to the surface and squeezed.  The light blinked again, but as she squeezed harder, it changed to red, then made a buzzing sound.

“If you bite, you will be punished,” he said without looking up from his book.

She stopped clamping down and ran her tongue along the side.  The light flashed green again.  She stopped and the light went off.

“Don’t forget the dishes.”

She picked up the small stack of plates and put them in the water.  It was warm around her hands.  She licked the side of the cock, rewarded with a flashing light.  She grabbed the dishcloth and wiped the plates as she stroked the cock in her mouth.  As she scrubbed the dish, she licked the cock in time.  The flashing of the green light increased.

She swirled her tongue around it, focusing on the green light.  She placed the plate in the drainer and started on another.  She sucked on the cock, then she squeezed her mouth around it.

She remembered Killer’s hand on her ass a moment ago, then how his fingers had stroked over her hot flesh, however briefly.  Her intimate muscles clenched, wanting to feel his fingers there again.  Wanting them to glide inside her.  To give her the pleasure she longed for.

She sucked harder on the cock in her mouth, imagining it was Killer, that she was kneeling in front of him.  Her fingers coiled in the wet cloth under the warm, soapy water.  Absently, she twisted it around and around, then doubled it and twisted some more until it was a thick cylinder.  She wrapped her hand around it, squeezing as the green light flickered faster.  She nudged the tip of her tongue under the corona of the cockhead and flicked quickly, then sucked harder and faster.

The light was practically full on now, then suddenly, it vibrated in her mouth.  It startled her so she stopped sucking, and the vibration stopped immediately.  Tentatively, she started again.  After a couple of seconds, the vibration started again, too.  Just a little at first, but as she kept on sucking, the vibration increased.  She squeezed and sucked deeper and was rewarded with intense vibrations, accompanied by joyfully dancing blue lights flashing along the leather strap.

She kept going, but soon the lights stopped.

He turned a page on his book.  “I said three times, not one marathon session.”  He glanced up at her and smiled.  “Now make me come again.”

The cock in her mouth seemed to grow as she thought about it being his cock, and that it had just come.

She continued to wash the dishes as she licked and squeezed, pleasuring his cock again.  It was firm in her mouth and the rewarding green lights made her pussy ache.  She glanced over her shoulder at Killer, still reading as if he was oblivious, but she could see the bulge straining against his pants.  She sucked the cock, the lights blinking steadily now.  She turned around and leaned back against the counter.  Killer glanced up from his book and their gazes locked. 

She swept her tongue over the tip and teased mercilessly, imagining his big cock in her mouth, then sucked hard and fast.  The vibration started.  She stared hard at Killer as the vibration increased, then she ran her hand over her breast as the blue lights danced her success.

She squeezed her nipple as the cock came in her mouth.  His dark eyes heated and tension built in the air around them.

She walked across the room, abandoning the dishes and knelt in front of him, then stroked his hard shaft beneath the denim.  She unzipped him and reached inside, rewarded by the feel of his hot, real flesh cock inside.  She pulled it out and stroked it, gazing hungrily at the tip.  She reached behind her head and squeezed the plastic clasp, like the type on a backpack, and the strap fell away.  She pulled the cock from her mouth and wrapped her lips around his real cock.

“Fuck, that feels good.  But making me come won’t count as the third time.”

She sat up, her gaze locked with his, then she reached down and lifted her skirt, then pulled the elastic of her bikini bottoms forward and pushed the silicone cock under the fabric, then pushed it inside her.  The feel of it inside, even though it didn’t go deep, was delightful.

She pushed her crotch tight against his leg, then took his cock in her mouth.  His cockhead was so much bigger than the one in her vagina, but both felt wonderful inside her.

She began to lick and stroke him, to his groan.  She arched her pelvis against his leg, pushing the little cock deeper.  She squeezed it, then pulsed around it with her muscles as she glided up and down on his big, flesh-and-blood cock.

He was close, she could tell, and so was she, having brought him to orgasm in her mind twice already.  The little cock stimulated her as she ground against his leg in a steady rhythm, her lips gliding over his pulsing erection, pleasure rising inside her.

* * *

Killer’s fingers coiled in her hair as her hot, silky mouth glided over him.  She moaned around his flesh and he could feel that she was close to her own orgasm.  He guided her faster, then he began to groan.

The feel of her was so sweet and intense.  His cock ached with the need to release, but he held off, not wanting this to end.  Fuck, she made him feel things he never had before, and it was more than just physically getting off.

She squeezed her soft mouth around him, her tongue working him to a frenzy, then she sucked.  And kept on sucking.  Deeply.  As if she could pull the release from him.

He let go of his rigid control and pleasure burned through him, from tip to toe, pulsing to his center, then exploding from his cock with an intensity that rocked him.

His cock erupted into her mouth, surrounding him with the hot liquid, but she continued to suck, swallowing everything he’d given her.

Finally, he slumped back in the chair and she released him.  Then she ground tight against his leg, her breathing erratic, then she moaned, throwing her head back, her face contorted in ecstasy.  She continued to moan, her hot pussy tight against him, her hands wrapped around his thigh to steady herself.

Her moans subsided and she dropped to the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her.

A nagging beeping drew his attention and he glanced down to see blue lights flashing through the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms.

He couldn’t help grinning.  “So that’s three.”

She gazed up at him.  “Actually, that’s four.”

* * *

Killer watched her sit in the chair opposite him at the table.  “So do I get my request?”

“I thought you already did.”

She raised an eyebrow.  “Really? Because I came?  I was just doing what was needed to make that thing come three times”

Killer knew she was joking, but it still made him wonder if she was only pleasing him because she felt it was required of her rather than because she wanted to be with him.  Not that he
wanted
her to want him, in any kind of long term sense, anyway.  But he hadn’t been wanted, at least for who he was, in a very long time, and with her, he found he yearned for that.

He wanted her to want
him.

“I followed all the rules,” she cajoled.

“Following the rules doesn’t always get you what you want.”

“No, but being persistent sometimes does.”  She stroked his knee.  “You seem to be trying to get me to take control of my life.  To go after what I want.  Why don’t you choose to encourage me by giving me this?”

“And what is it you want?”

“For you to answer a question.”

“What I’m afraid of?”

She shrugged.  “If you don’t like that one, how about just why you’re riding around the island on your own?”

He watched her, then finally sighed.  “I like solitude.”

“That’s not a proper answer.  I like to run, but that’s not why I was running from Rip.”

The name caught him off guard, but years of learning how to hide his reactions kept his face deadpan.  But he knew Rip.  At least, he knew of him.  And judging from the situation, he knew a lot more about him than this woman did, even though she’d had a relationship with him.

“It’s complicated,” he said.

“It’s always complicated.

He sighed.  “I need time by myself to think.”

She rested her chin on her hand and gazed at him.  “You’re struggling with a big issue, I take it.”

He shrugged.  “It would change everything about who I am.”

She stared at him for a moment, considering.  “Do you like who you are?”

He frowned.  “Not who I’ve become.”  Her eyebrow arched.  “So are you more afraid of staying who you are, or changing?”

Anger flared through him.

“Fuck, you are the nosiest woman I’ve ever met.

* * *

Before Marissa knew what was happening, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the sink.  He grabbed the penis gag, which she’d deposited on a paper towel on the counter before returning to the table, rinsed it under running water, then shoved the wet cock into her mouth and strapped it on.  The next thing she knew, he dragged her through the basement door, down the stairs, and continued into the cell at the end of the hall.