Page 51 of Whispers of Helena
Her hands press against the wooden planks as she leans forward, mouth open. Gripping the coil with her teeth, she crawls to me. The sight of her obedience and the slow movement of her crossing the room is nearly enough to undo me. As she nears my legs, I bend forward, placing my open palm in front of her.
“Drop it.”
A hint of anger crosses her gaze as she spits the coil into my waiting hand. I rise from the chair and drop to my knees behind her kneeling body. Undoing the coil, I pull her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists. She glances over her shoulder at me.
“You should know by now, little dove”—I ease closer, placingmy lips on the top of her shoulder—“that there isn’t much tenderness left in me. But I promise there’s a beast inside of me that only wants your pleasure.”
I finish wrapping her wrists; the thin cable of jute will be uncomfortable, but it will keep her from fighting the restraint, and keep my skin safe from her touch. Pushing off the floor, I return to the chair. As I sit, I scoot closer, so her chest is flush with the seat. With one hand on my cock and the other on her jaw, I slip my grip to her chin, placing my thumb on her bottom lip. As I press against it, she opens.
“So ready for my cock, aren’t you, dove?”
Her eyes drift shut as she nods.
These wordless nods aren’t enough for me. “Speak.”
Her voice strains. “Yes, I’m ready.”
“Atta girl,” I praise, while slipping my hand into her soft hair. I take a solid grip of the strands, pressing my dick toward her mouth. As I force her head down, she willingly parts her lips in invitation. A bead of pre cum glistens on my tip before I guide her mouth to take me in.
“Fuck,” I hiss. It’s been so long since anything other than my own hand has touched me, and the feeling of her warm, wet mouth has me so hard it’s almost painful. Keeping a grip on her hair, I move her mouth over my length. Slow at first, relishing the sensation of her lips against my sensitive skin.
The erasure of years without the touch of a woman…the relief is overwhelming. I need more. I apply pressure, her head moving down further, her nose hitting my stomach. She fights my hold, but I remain steady. I keep her there, watching as she begins to gag. The sight feeds the devil inside me.
“Choke on it Helena,” I say through gritted teeth. “Show me how hungry you are for it.”
Saliva runs from her mouth, pooling at the base of my dick. Once a tear falls from her right eye, I ease my grip, allowing her to catch her breath. She gasps, chest heaving.
“You’re doing so well, dove.” Her tongue darts over her lip as her glassy eyes meet mine.
She opens her mouth again, her tongue out, waiting for me. I guide her back down, but this time I release her hair and allow her to move on her own. She uses the freedom with purpose. As she glides up and down my length, she twists her tongue around me. She rises, and my dick falls to my stomach as she flattens her tongue along the underside, licking all the way up, then pauses, staring at me. She parts her lips again, a wordless request. I can’t resist; I give her what she wants, watching as she slides those lips over me again. She moves quicker this time, a pace that causes my hips to lift.
“Holy shit. That fucking mouth, Helena.” My head tilts back in the chair, my eyes closing, surrendering to the rush of arousal. I reach out to find her head, holding it with both hands, and thrust into her mouth. Her hot breaths fan over my stomach. It only takes three pumps until I’m coming. I release her head, my hands slamming down onto the arms of the chair. She sucks hard, like she’s siphoning the soul right out of me.
“God damn, Helena. Fuck!”
She continues until I have to pull her off, too sensitive to take it any longer.
Ache
Helena
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Song of Solomon 2:10
I moanas his cum coats my throat, and I swallow him down. Wanting more, I suck harder, taking everything he’ll give me. I had missed the taste of him, missed seeing him lose control. As he guides me off, I look up into his eyes. Dark blue circles of abandonment look back at me. He places his hands on my jaw and his thumbs swipe away the tears on my cheeks.
“See, little dove? Not gone, just forgotten. Stay right where you are.”
He leans back, catching his breath for a moment. Then he rises from the chair, pulling up his pants, his cock disappearing from my view. I lower my ass to my heels and shift my hips, needing friction.
“Poor dove. I bet that pussy is aching, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I say on a breath, pleading eyes desperate for more.
He moves behind me, lifting my torso, pushing my chest tothe seat of the chair so I’m bent over. Hands still tied behind me, my clit throbs in anticipation. He slowly lifts the hem of my gown over my hips and lowers my panties. He slides his rough hands over my skin, and I feel the heat of his gaze on my exposed center.
“God, you’re beautiful, Helena.” He slides a finger over my asshole. “Mark my words, my cock will own every one of your holes.” His finger moves lower until he hits my clit. My back arches at the contact.
