Lucy’s form laid limp, sprawled across the bed where I’d left her, but her head followed my movements. The drawer was deep and surprisingly organized into categories, containing all manner of implements used for her solo sexual delight. Surveying the bounty, I raised an eyebrow in Lucy’s direction. She was as knowledgeable as she claimed that first night we were together. Wanda was the tip of the iceberg. Nestled within the confines of her nightstand were several other types of vibrators, butt plugs of both the silicone and jewel-tipped crystal variety, and one more very intriguing item.
Plucking that last item from the drawer, I held it up for Lucy’s inspection. Her resulting moan as she caught sight of the set of nipple clamps connected by a thin silver chain told me I’d chosen correctly.
I was never into some of Desire's more seemingly sinister pursuits, but that didn’t mean I would deny Lucy a little bite of pain with her pleasure. She claimed to have no limits, and if these clamps were a part of her personal play collection, she enjoyed using them even when alone.
This woman was an enigma, and I would enjoy taking the time to figure out what made her tick, especially when we played together in the bedroom.
Reaching inside my pants, I gripped my cock, squeezing hard against the ache that threatened to consume me. Soon, I promised myself. Soon, I would sink between her thighs and take what was mine.
Climbing atop the bed once more, I laid next to Lucy’s overly relaxed form. Taking one nipple between my teeth, I tugged on it, savoring the gasps that reached my ears as I plucked its twin with my fingers. Switching between them, I gave each equal treatment before grasping them one at a time, pulling them away from her body before gently attaching the clamps. A sharp hiss escaped Lucy’s lips once each clamp was firmly in place. Giving agentle tug on the chain connecting them, I enjoyed watching her body squirm in response. If she was like most women, that tug sent shockwaves straight to her clit.
I couldn’t have planned this better if I tried.
Leaving her there to soak in the sensations the clamps provided, I stood, removing my pants and boxer briefs, kicking my socks off, and leaving my clothing in a heap on the ground.
Lucy was a sight to behold as I rejoined her on the bed. She was flushed head to toe, a light sheen of sweat coating her body, even as goosebumps raised along her skin with the barely-there brushes of my fingertips. Her long black hair was a tangled mess, creating a halo around her head. And fuck if she wasn’t thrusting her hips gently, ready for more.
She was perfection personified.
Finding my place perched between her wide-open thighs, I ran my hands up and down her soft, smooth skin before bending her knees and pushing them up so high they rested near her armpits. She was a tiny little thing, and now I had her bent nearly in half, open and waiting for my next move.
Every fiber of my being was screaming to sink deep inside her, and it was finally time. With my hands holding her knees down, keeping her in position, I rolled my hips, allowing the head of my cock to slide through the wetness it encountered between her creamy thighs, effectively coating it in preparation for what came next.
Lucy’s hips rocked the best they could, pinned the way she was, and the moan that reached my ears when my cock nudged against her engorged clit was so raw, so primal, I couldn’t hold back a second longer. Lining myself up against her waiting entrance, I penetrated her slowly, stretching her inch by inch, gritting my teeth against the sensation of how tightly we fit together.
When I finally bottomed out, I could barely breathe—the depth of our connection literally stole my breath away. I was acutely aware that there were no barriers between our joined bodies. Never in my life had I skipped the added layer of protection I wore, regardless of a woman’s precautions, but it seemed only fitting that tonight be the first. Everything about Lucy was different—perhaps something deep within me always knew that.
Forcing those thoughts to the side, my body demanded I move to create friction, if not for her continued pleasure, but for my own. There was nowhere for her to run, nowhere to hide, as I set a steady but strong pace, battering into her pussy with intention as she writhed beneath me.
Fucking hell, I wasn’t going to last very long like this, and I needed to wring another two orgasms from her body. The combination of how stunning she looked, the near-shrill moans falling past her lips, the way my lower abdomen was being coated in her juices with each thrust, and the sensation overload of being bare inside her, was almost too much to withstand.
Releasing my grasp on Lucy’s knees, she almost wept with relief before I hooked my elbows beneath them, pressing her open with my entire body, creating an even deeper angle I hadn’t thought possible. Capturing her lips with mine, I drank her in greedily, caught up in the total-body experience I created. I felt her pussy tighten around me, nearly causing me to blow my load. If I let her come around my cock, I would be a goner.
I needed to think of something quickly to get her off one more time before I succumbed to the pleasure we created together. My chest pressed against her clamped nipples, and when her guttural groan in response reached my ears, I knew I’d found my life raft in a sea that threatened to drag me under.
Pushing back to kneel before her, I freed my hands, allowing her legs to drop. Before she could think of bringing them aroundmy hips and locking her ankles, trapping our bodies together, I thrust quickly three times, bringing her right to the edge before pulling out and yanking on the chain connecting the nipple clamps so hard that they pulled right off with a snap.
Lucy’s eyes rolled back into her head as a tremor consumed her entire body, and I watched as her pussy clamped desperately around nothing as her release hit her with such force that the scream torn from her throat was so animalistic and loud, I feared it could be heard beyond the walls of our apartment. It might sound like I was killing her, but it was the most breathtakingly beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
Not giving her a moment to come down from the sudden rush of her release, I pulled her by the ankles to the edge of the bed before flipping her onto her stomach. Her body was so loose it was like maneuvering a rag doll, but I wasn’t done with her just yet. Gripping her hips, I pulled her further toward me so that only her torso remained on the mattress, allowing her legs to hang over the side until her feet grazed the ground.
“Five,” she managed to whisper out.
It pleased me that even blissed out of her mind, her obedience through submission shined. She learned from her mistakes quickly through punishment—a nugget of knowledge I stored away for the future.
My moldable little Princess.
Holding her steady, I kicked her feet apart with my own, baring her battered and abused pussy before I slammed into it once more, pulling her hips to meet my own as our bodies slapped together.
Instantly, I realized that not giving her any time to recover threatened to become my downfall. The white-hot pleasure that engulfed me with my cock buried deep within her still-spasming pussy threatened to throw me over the edge of ecstasy before I completed my mission.
“Oh God,” Lucy groaned into the bedding.
Honestly, I was surprised she could form a coherent thought at this point. I’d have to remedy that.
Thankful to have a focal point to distract me from the blinding pleasure radiating through my body, I bent over her back, bringing my mouth to the shell of her ear, replying darkly, “That’s right, Princess. You better pray to whatever god you believe in that your birth control doesn’t fail you because I’m about to fill you up and claim you once and for all.”
Her resulting moan was all the motivation I needed as I rocked my hips into her, still curled over her back, trying to prolong this grand finale for my sake. I never wanted this to end.
