Page 26 of Twisted Bonds
"Well, aside from the nasty headache I have—you shocked me with your question," he says as he lets go of my chin and slides his hand to the back of my head. He grips my hair at the nape and changes his tone. "Your cunt is the only one that I plan on fucking in the foreseeable future, you got that?"
I stare into his brown eyes, but I don't see anything that tells me he's lying. "But she was very beautiful. Why wouldn't you?"
"What part of'your cunt is the only one I want'doyou not understand?"
"Bain…"
He cocks his brow, expressing his disapproval. "Do you hear my tone, pretty girl? It seems the only way I can get you to talk to me is when I am your Dom."
"Sorry, Sir."
His face softens. "I don't want to talk this way, but I will if you can't get it out of that head of yours that I fucked a fellow Dominant. A fellow Dominant who is a beautiful woman and who also likes other women."
It takes a few seconds before it clicks in, and I feel like a fool when it does. He won't let me look away when all I want to do is go find a rock to hide under. However, he has other plans as he crowds me into the fridge door, cups my cheeks, and gazes into my eyes.
"Ryan—" he starts to say something but then curses, "Oh, fuck it!"
Bain swoops in, taking my lips in a searing kiss. I'm momentarily stunned, but then I close my eyes and bring my hands to his waist. The fact that he's kissing me should be enough to chase away any doubts. I'm not going to question anything. Especially when he grabs my ass and lifts me, making my legs wrap around his waist automatically. With it being bare, my pussy begins to throb as it rubs against the waistband of his boxers.
I find myself back in the bedroom, which is odd because when Bain gets into one of his moods, he usually fucks me wherever we might be. Laying me onto my back, he continues kissing me as he fumbles with his boxers. A moan slips out when I feel him drag his length through my wet lips before notching his tip at my entrance.
"Please tell me you're okay with this, Ryan," he says against my mouth.
"Yes, please…don't stop!"
"Fuck—I'm going to make you come so hard, pretty girl. Fuck the club. I'm the one who made you wait, so I should be the one to feel you come around my cock."
I don't try to understand what he means by that statement, but I will definitely be asking him about it later. For now, I want to enjoythis, because I don't know if I will ever get it like this again. Tightening my legs around his waist, he begins to push in slowly, letting us both feel the full effect of it.
My whimper when he pulls his mouth from mine turns into a gasp as he rips his dress shirt open so he can bare my breasts. Taking my knees, he pulls my legs from around his waist and spreads them open wider while he takes in the scene between us. Pulling back slowly, he watches himself fuck my pussy nice and slow as he bites his lower lip, enjoying what he sees.
"My God, Ryan, you are a temptation I never saw coming. You are my Aphrodite…my very own Goddess," Bain professes as he takes me in a slow and sensual rhythm.
He's evoking so many new sensations in me, which I haven't felt in a long time. "Uh…right there! Don't stop…uh…yes…more, Bain…uh!"
Bain slows to a stop just when I get there. "I don't want you coming yet…"
"But you said…"
"I know what I said and make no mistake; you will be coming all over my cock...shortly, but I want to savor it just a little more. Can you do that for me, baby?"
How can I say no to that?
"Mm, did you like that,Sir?" I ask Bain just after popping off his length.
We've been taking turns bringing each other to the edge, only to leave the other wanting. I just gave him the best blow job I've ever given, in myopinion, taking him all the way in without gagging and fucking my own throat using his cock while massaging his balls and taint.
"Fuck, Ryan…why is this the first time I'm finding that you have so many more talents up your sleeve, or should I say, up your...mmph."
I cover his mouth before he can finish his sentence. "Don't you dare try finishing that."
Bain laughs behind my hand. I love seeing him like this—carefree and happy. He looks so much younger than his forty-seven years. You can barely tell that there are twenty-six years between us.
"We should probably finish up here if we're going to your club this evening. I don't want to be too worn out." I grin, pulling my hand away.
"We don't have to go, pretty girl…"
"Are you kidding me? We're going. I want to see what all the hype is about." I straddle him, taking his cock in my hand and slowly impaling myself on him. "Oh God," I whisper.
