Page 34 of Vice
She pants, grinding herself against me, and I know without a doubt that she is more than ready. I could strip her out of her pants right now and fuck her hard enough to bring this tree house down, and she wouldn’t complain. I can literally smell how turned on she is, and it’s enough to drive me insane. They say men and women are susceptible to each other’s pheromones, and right now this is science at its goddamn best. I can’t get enough of her. My hands can’t stop roaming crazily all over her body. She cries out as I unfasten her jeans and slide my hand past the wet fabric, only to find even more wet fabric underneath. This isn’t the same kind of wet, though. Not rainwater wet. More like, I-want-you-inside-me-right-fucking-now-look-how-fucking-ready-I-am kind of wet. It’s such a turn on.
In one swift movement, I pop up onto my knees, take hold of her, wrapping one arm around her body, and then I’m laying her out carefully on her back. I need to get her pants off, and I can’t do that if she’s straddling me.
“Tell me to take your pants off,” I growl.
“Take them—”
She doesn’t get to finish the sentence. I cut her off as I rip and tear at her clothes. I yank her shoes off one at a time, and then her jeans are gone, thrown into the corner of the tree house. Her plain black cotton panties are soaked through with her need. I drop down, pushing her legs apart, and then I’m sucking on the material, greedily licking at it, my head spinning with the taste and the smell of her. She’s incredible. She bucks and hisses as I rub my thumb over her clit, and I have to touch myself. I fucking have to. I pop open the button on my pants, pulling my jeans down over my hips so my hard-on can spring free.
I begin working my hand up and down the length of my cock, and it’s so close to being too much. I want to push myself inside her. I want to be balls deep in her pussy, while I finger her clit. I want to feel her tighten as she comes. I want to feel the wetness of her all over me. She looks like she’s so close to coming already—her eyes are closed, her lower lip fastened between her teeth, her chest rising and falling frantically.
“Open your eyes,” I command. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
She opens them, her pupils are so dilated they almost look like they’re blown. She fixes her gaze on my face, and I slowly shake my head, allowing a wicked smile to tease at the corners of my mouth. “Not there,” I tell her. “Look here.” I stop rubbing her pussy for a second to take hold of her by the chin, guiding her head until she’s looking down, at what I’m doing to myself, at my hand stroking up and down my hard cock. Her eyes grow wide, and then even wider as I tug my sodden t-shirt over my head, disposing of it so that I’m practically naked, aside from my jeans, which are still shoved half way down my thighs. Natalia sees the curls of black ink creeping over my shoulders, and traces the lines of my tattoo with her fingertips. She can’t see the full back piece right now, but I can see that she’s intrigued. I’m hardly going to hit pause to explain about the Widow Makers right now, though.
“Are you ready?” I ask her.
“Yes. I want you. Please.”
I’m all too aware that this might be a nerve-wracking experience for her. I’m looking for signs that she’s not ready for this, that she’s scared or anxious in any way, but all I can see on her face is her desire. She reaches down in between her legs and tentatively touches herself, her eyes locked on mine. The tip of her tongue darts out of her mouth, wetting her lips, and I have to physically stop myself from throwing myself on her. My will power is getting a real workout right now. If I weren’t quite so in charge of my faculties, I might already be inside her, but I have a tight rein over myself. I’m all about the perfect moment. I won’t push my cock inside her until she’s panting, begging, frantic for me.
“Roll over onto your stomach,” I command.
Natalia hesitates for a second, and then flips over onto her stomach as I’ve asked her to. She looks back over her shoulder, and I can see the want in her eyes. I get the feeling this is an entirely new experience for her—to want someone with such a fierce intensity—and I think it scares her a little.
If I thought her ass was amazing in jeans, without them it’s fucking phenomenal. Her little black panties are cut high, exposing her flawless ass cheeks. My dick throbs like crazy in my hand as I study it. “On all fours,” I tell her. “Okay.” She leans back onto her knees, and I take hold of her panties by the elastic, pulling them down over her butt. She tries to help, wriggling her hips, but I gentle slap her ass cheek, tutting under my breath.
“That’s my job. Don’t move until I tell you to.”
She doesn’t speak. Her breathing is labored, out of control, and her muscles are jumping and trembling, but she holds steady, waiting for me to give her a command.
Free will.
I understand the mentality of the men who fuck Fernando’s Servicio in the blue room. They love power, just like I do, but their needs as dominants have darkened. To them, being in control isn’t enough. They have to take something their submissives don’t want to give. They steal their pleasure from them. When I’m fucking a woman, being dominant is so much hotter for me because she lays herself bare, trusts and accepts, and the give and take of power is a flow, back and forth. Natalia may be obeying my every need and wish, but that doesn’t mean she’s powerless. She has so much power over me right now. I’m listening to her very intently. I’m studying her body language, so I will know the second she’s no longer enjoying this experience. And the second she’s not enjoying it is the same second I cease to enjoy it, too.
“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you so hard. It’s going to be intense. I’m going to need you to stay with me, beautiful. Concentrate. You’re only allowed to come when I say so. Do you think you can do that?”
Natalia shivers. Water drips slowly from the roof ahead, splashing down onto her back. I stoop down and run my tongue from the top of her ass, all the way up her spine, in between her shoulder blades to the base of her neck, and the shivering gets harder. “I can’t hear you,” I whisper into her ear.
“Yes. I can do it,” she gasps.
“Good.”
I run my fingers over her pussy, rubbing her between her legs, and then slowly I guide myself into her. Just a little. She’s so fucking wet. The heat and the slickness of her pussy damn near makes my eyes roll back into my head. “God…damn…it…” I growl.
Her body is perfection. She’s feminine, soft as silk, even though she’s toned at the same time. I can’t stop running my hands all over her. Carefully, I ease myself out of her, and then I drive my hips forward on the same movement, gritting my teeth together as I slam myself home.
Natalia cries out, and the sound of her pleasure echoes around the forest, loud enough to be heard above the roar of the rain.
“Shhh, beautiful. Be quiet.” I lean forward, taking hold of her by the throat. I push myself into her again, just as hard, and Natalia leans into my hand, using the pressure to cut off her gasp this time. Once I know that lightly choking her isn’t going to freak her the fuck out, I curl my hand around her throat and I squeeze.
There’s no holding back after that. I fuck her. Holding her by the hip with my other hand, I thrust myself into her over and over again, maintaining the pressure on her throat to keep her from crying out. She can still whimper, though. She can still moan. Every time I rock my hips forward, sliding my dick as far as I can inside her, my balls slapping her pussy, she lets out the tiniest sound—a sound of pure ecstasy that makes me feel like I’m going to explode inside her. She breathes out of her nose, frantically huffing as I power into her.
“Hold on.” I grind the words out from between my clenched teeth. “Not yet, Natalia. Wait. Wait...” I’m not even sure how long I can make myself wait. It won’t be long, that’s for sure. My balls feel tight and full, and my cock is tingling like crazy. Every time I push myself forward, a thousand tiny fireworks are going off beneath my skin, all over my body, hot and prickly. I allow my head to roll back as the tension builds.
My eyes snap wide open when I hear something below us, though. Something over the sound of the rain, and of Natalia’s breathing, that shouldn’t be there. I keep on fucking her, but I scan the forest floor below us, watching, searching.
And then, there he is. Natalia jolts when she sees what I’ve seen: her father, stalking closer to our tree house, his rifle raised and nocked in the crook of his shoulder. He’s alone, his men now gone, and I have the distinct impression he’s not hunting for small game anymore. He’s hunting for me. Natalia freezes, her body going tense underneath me. She’s scared, I can tell. She glances back at me over her shoulder, and there’s a look of blind panic on her face that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms and protect her.
