Page 67 of Black Star

He had tied her to his bed, her arms and legs lashed to the posts at each corner. They’d been playing a game. He was the space pirate, she the captured princess. At first she’d giggled and even laughed at the absurdity of it, but she’d soon gotten into the game. Mostly after he’d pulled her over his knees and pulled her dress up, her underwear down, and spanked her bottom until it had glowed red.

She’d been up for anything after that. Nani remembered how that spanking had completely changed her attitude about sex. Never again had she been content with vanilla sex in the strictest sense. Yes, she needed tender loving from time to time, but not now. Now she needed -- no, wanted -- hard and rough.

After he’d tied her to the bed, he had shaved her pussy. Carefully and methodically, he’d scraped the razor over her delicate skin and massaged lotion into her newly bared flesh. He’d aroused her more than ever with that gentle action, but she knew that wasn’t the end. Her clit had throbbed and ached for him to touch her. She wanted him to take it into his mouth and suck and lick it.

Then, to her dismay, he’d taken one of the many candles he’d lit around the room and tormented her with the wax and flame. Her skin had never been harmed, but the psychological impact had completely stripped her defenses.

She’d begged him not to harm her. Not to burn her. She’d do anything if he’d just not hurt her. He’d laughed his scary pirate laugh and dribbled hot wax over her chest. It had burned, but not horribly. It had been the thought of it that had terrified her. Soon her breasts were covered in warm, cooling wax. He’d taunted her as he gently peeled it from her skin. Did she think this was all he had to offer by way of torture? Oh, no. The night was young, and there were so many more delicious things he wanted to do to her.

He’d reached up to a drawer high on a shelf above his bed and pulled out a small, wedge-shaped butt plug and a larger, penis-shaped dildo. She’d used toys the size of the dildo before, but her ass had never been touched before in this manner. Not even by herself.

A tube of lubrigel had followed. He’d smiled evilly as he squirted a generous portion of the clear, slick gel onto the butt plug.

“This will hurt, my dear. But you’ll get used to it.”

It was a side of Darian she’d never seen before, and it thrilled her to her toes even as fear consumed her. Her desire fed off the fear and created its own perverse excitement. She loved every second even as she dreaded what would come next. She couldn’t tell him to stop.

Before she could even form the thought that she might not like what he was about to do, he dipped the plug between her legs and found her ass. He didn’t cram it in, but used exquisite slowness and was careful to let her adjust to each new centimeter. Once it was in, he stepped back and looked at her, smiling that evil smile he’d adopted.

“Nice,” he nodded as he looked her over. “But I want more.”

He’d dived between her legs then and latched onto her clit. Occasionally, he dipped down to her pussy, and when he did, he seemed to go mad. He growled and groaned as he ate her. He nipped her flesh from time to time, causing her to cry out sharply, but again, she relished the small pain. She screamed every time he pulled at her clit, or stuck his tongue inside her pussy. It wasn’t long before she pulled at her bonds, trying to touch him, wanting to make him stop all this nonsense and simply fuck her. In fact, she told him so. Quite vehemently.

“Stop playing around, you bastard, and fuck the shit out of me!”

He’d bit her then, pulling at her pussy and clit until she cried out with the sharp pain. When he let her go, the lower half of his face was shiny with her moisture. His eyes glittered in the candlelight, and she knew it had been the wrong thing to say.

“Bitch.” His soft voice belied the intense emotion on his face. “I’ll do what I want with you, when I choose to do it and not before.” Such extreme change in her lover gave her pause, but something in her mind told her all was well. Later, she would realize it was Darian himself. He knew she enjoyed the danger, enjoyed playing the role of scoundrel himself, but still had the need to protect her. Even from herself.

“I don’t think you’re man enough,” she’d hissed, raising her head and shoulders off the bed as far as she could manage.

That had set him off. Just as she’d hoped it would. He’d grabbed the dildo angrily and shoved it inside her cunt without even using lubrigel. Not that it mattered. She was so wet, the toy glided easily inside her. The dildo had been made rather like the butt plug at the base in that it swelled out slightly only to form a neck between the hilt and the dildo itself. It would stay inside her until someone pulled it out. He pressed a couple of buttons on the end of it, and the thing started to buzz inside her. When her eyes widened in surprise, he’d pressed another button -- this time on the thing in her ass -- and it too started to buzz.

“The one in your ass gradually grows, you know.” He’d stepped back calmly then, his agitation seeming to have evaporated as quickly as it had come. “It will stretch you until I can slide my dick easily inside that puckered little hole. Was your ass a virgin before I violated it with my little toy?” She didn’t answer, but she knew he’d gleaned it from her mind. “Good. I’ll be the first to come inside it. Before the day is over, I’ll come in every hole you have. You’ll be so full of it, you’ll never get it out of you.”

And he had. He’d come in her mouth, straddling her chest and shooting off as she sucked him. Nani had swallowed greedily, even licking the overflow from the corners of her mouth. She’d sucked him until she’d gotten every drop she could.

He then went back to work on her pussy and clit with his mouth. He’d licked around the dildo still buzzing away inside her, even licked the underside of it on the skin separating her pussy and ass. Nani could remember screaming until her throat hurt before he latched onto her clit and sucked for all he was worth. She had been on the verge of coming when he’d pulled away from her with a growl.

“You fucking bastard!”

“You will not come until I say so. Do you understand me?”

She wanted to say more, but he pressed a button on the end of the butt plug and the pressure that had been building in her ass suddenly released and he pulled it out. The sensation was short-lived, however, as he rolled on a condom, squirted on lubrigel, stroked himself stiff -- which only took a couple of seconds -- and stuffed his cock inside her ass in one smooth motion.

She’d expected it to hurt, but the only pain turned out to be a slight burning sensation which soon passed. After a few moments, he’d started thrusting with increasingly faster strokes. It wasn’t long before they’d both been grunting and panting. Nani had wanted desperately to raise her legs, to bend them at the knee to give him better access to her, but she was still tied to the bed.

Several minutes later, he came again. His hot semen erupted into her, and she screamed, needing the relief herself. The combination of his cock in her ass and the dildo in her pussy vibrating like mad was driving her crazy.

He dropped the condom in the trash. “Now,” he’d said, “I’m going to come in that little pussy of yours.”

She knew he was giving her a chance to protest. They’d never had sex without protection before. “Unless you untie me, I’m not going to agree to anything!” she screamed at him, tears sliding from her eyes unchecked.

He’d roared at her, but released her. Once she was free, she’d attacked him. She’d flipped him onto his back, yanked the stupid dildo from her cunt and impaled herself on Darian’s cock.

She’d ridden him to her own orgasm then, continued slamming herself onto him over and over. He met her with thrusts of his own, gripping her hips with bruising force. She’d borne the marks for several days. It was, in fact, what had gotten her into trouble.

When he came, she’d cried out in another orgasm of her own. They’d continued their lovemaking the entire night. He’d come inside her many times, but Nani had always been convinced they’d conceived their daughter that first time. Even now, she knew it was true. Reliving the memory reinforced the idea she knew Darian shared.

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