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Taking each of her ankles in turn, he spread her legs far apart, wrapping a soft cuff around each ankle and securing them to the foot of the bed, leaving her completely vulnerable and helpless. The look on his face as he stared down at her open pussy made her shudder. Not with fear because she already knew what was coming—dread, perhaps?
Yet, when he rubbed his hands up her thighs, his fingers sliding to her pussy and coaxing more wetness from her sensitive hole, Trish found she could just let go of herself. She didn’t have to fight against her desire to flee or fight - because she couldn’t. There was no way she could run, no way she could even attempt to fight, with her arms and legs bound the way she was. And there was a curious freedom in that. The feeling of guilt for not doing more, for not being stronger, was completely absent… because there really was nothing she could do. Knowing that, both intellectually and emotionally, took away all her responsibility for what was happening to her.
Of course, she could still feel some guilt, some humiliation, for becoming aroused. But she also was coming to accept that Jordan knew a woman’s body and responses better than she knew how to control her own body and responses. He had more experience.
Two fingers slid inside her and she shivered, moaning as he probed, looking for and finding her g-spot. Gently he rubbed against it, with only enough pressure to tease, but not truly stimulate. Trish’s hips lifted slightly, her thighs quivering as herlegs jerked in response to the teasing, her body automatically seeking more.
“That’s it, Trish,” he crooned, his voice deep and raspy. “I’m going to make you feel so good, babygirl…”
Bending over her, his mouth went straight for her nipple as his fingers continued to probe, his free hand coming up to join his mouth and squeezing her small breast as he suckled at the nipple. Pleasure surged through her, a direct line from her nipple to her pussy, and softer pleasure in between as his fingers kneaded her breast flesh. His touch was gentle, arousing, until he bit down on her nipple, but that was when she reacted the most. Her pussy spasmed and she gasped as her body arched. The tiny bite of pain was like a catalyst for her pleasure, sending it surging higher than his mere touch had.
Then he switched nipples with his mouth, leaving behind his hand to pinch and pull at the one he’d just bitten. His mouth was gentle, but she tensed, waiting for the bite she knew would come eventually. Even that anticipation heightened her pleasure, her muscles coiling, adding to the tension swirling in her core. When he finally bit down, electricity surged through her, leaving her shuddering as her nipples throbbed. As his fingers played with the first nipple, he continued to suck and nip at her other, making her squirm beneath him as his fingers began to move in and out of her pussy, her growing wetness easing his movements.
Trish let out a little whimper, her breath coming faster as he skillfully built her arousal.
When he released her nipple from his mouth with a pop, the little bud was aching from his attentions. His icy gaze on her face, his fingers curved inside her, pressing against her g-spot.
“That feels good, doesn’t it little one?” he asked, watching her. Gauging her reactions. “Tell me, baby, tell me how good it feels.”
Her lips pressed together, denying him what he asked - the only form of rebellion she’d been effective with so far. The only one she could even engage in. Her only mark of bravery, and it was more pride than anything else. Taking her silence as a challenge, his fingers twisted inside her, burrowing deeper as he began to kiss his way down her stomach.
Trish held back even a whimper as he played with her, his tongue sliding between her slit and laving her swollen clit. Her body bucked, aching from his touch. As his tongue moved further into her pussy, his fingers slid out and pressed against her ass. He hadn’t put the plug back in after taking it out when they’d returned to the room, and now she knew why.
His fingers slid into her tight hole, rubbing against sensitive nerve endings and igniting them in a way the plug never did. Trish couldn’t hold back her moan as he fingered her ass, at least part of it fear that he’d decided to take her anal virginity now. However, he showed no signs of changing his current tack.
Licking his way up and down her slit, he fucked her ass with his fingers. Trish shuddered at the strange new sensations. She’d grown used to the full sensation of the plug, but his fingers moving in and out of her slick tightness was an entirely new sensation. The drag and push rubbed against her, his fingers curving and hitting a sensitive spot inside her that nearly took her breath away. Wriggling and squirming, she tried to fight against the rising sensations inside her, already knowing it was futile, but fighting them just the same. Somehow the humiliation of orgasming while he fingered her ass seemed so much greater than her previous orgasms.
But her orgasm was coming all the same.
“Nooo…” She breathed the word out, barely audible because she could barely believe that her body was responding the way it was. That he could finger her ass and engender such pleasure. Itwasn’t that she was going to orgasm despite his fingers deep in her ass, she was going to orgasm in part because of it.
That and his mouth on her pussy, feasting, sucking and licking and completely involved in his task. Trish might not have much experience, but she knew not everyone spent this much time orally attending their sexual partners. But Jordan seemed to relish it—or maybe he only relished forcing her to pleasure? She didn’t know.
“Oh…” His tongue circled her clit. He suckled. Released. Fingers twisted. Probed. “Oh… nooooo… no, no, no, nononononoooooo!”
Trish screamed as her body tightened and exploded. It was a different kind of orgasm from the ones she’d experienced before. The ecstasy started deep in her bowels, rolling through her tight hole as it rippled around his fingers and then coalescing with the pleasure coiling in her pussy. Her entire lower body clenched and fluttered and pulsed.
His tongue swirled around her clit, coaxing more waves of pleasure to roll through her body, her arms and legs pulling uselessly at her bonds as her body quivered with the sensations. A sob worked its way out of her throat from the intensity of her rapture, the reluctantly fulfilling climax.
Then he was climbing on top of her, filling her pussy with his cock and Trish screamed again as he parted her swollen flesh. Her pussy spasmed as his cock pressed in, splitting her open, rubbing against her already oversensitive nerves.
Pleasure became pain became pleasure.
The hard, unrelenting thrusts overstimulated her already throbbing pussy, her legs struggling try and close and protect her sensitive parts. Even if her ankles hadn’t been cuffed to the bed, with Jordan’s hard body pounding between her thighs, there was no way she could have closed them. All she could dowas lay there, helpless beneath his thrusts, quivering with the intensity of the ecstasy ricocheting through her.
When her gaze met his, his pale eyes stared back at her, the usual iciness replaced with heat and fascination. A muscle in his jaw twitched as she looked back up at him, emotion flaring in his eyes. His hips pressed and rolled, rubbing against her swollen clit and Trish cried out, a shuddering wail as her body tightened again.
When her mouth opened, he leaned down and claimed her lips with a kiss, his tongue delving in and invading her the same way his cock was her pussy. Her cries were muffled, his movements somewhat abbreviated, but the new position, but that didn’t stop the pleasure that was curling through her again. If anything, the way he was leaning forward put more pressure on her clit, allowed him to stimulate her from a completely different and entirely pleasurable angle.
With him above her, her limbs bound, his strength pressing her into the bed again and again… Trish gave up and stopped fighting it. Heady pleasure threaded through her, ecstasy rising and then running rampant. She lost track of how many orgasms she had, and by the time he buried himself fully inside her, his release spurting and filling her pussy, she was practically senseless from the pleasure.
Vaguely, she was aware of him gently cleaning off her pussy with a warm cloth—even that slight bit of sensation made her shudder as aftershocks of pleasure rippled—and then wrapping her up in his arms. With her eyes closed, she let herself feel comforted by the sensation of fingers sliding through her hair. Pretended she was being held and comforted by someone who cared. It was the first time in her life she could remember even having the choice of pretending to an illusion… and it was better than facing reality.
8
Sweet. Like peaches.
Jordan grinned as his tongue lapped at the hot, wet pussy of his sleeping beauty. He’d always liked that fairy tale as a kid. A curse, a dragon, and a sleeping woman awakening to find herself bearing royal twins. There had been other versions, he’d been told, but he liked the original. It was more real. The original versions of fairy tales had become popular on Earth, although once upon a time the more romanticized versions had been the popular ones. Since the wealthy left for the Moon, uncaring as the Earth was plunged into chaos until the warlords took over, carving out their territories, romance had died. That’s what his mother had told him, anyway.
