“Such bad things,” he said, his voice somewhere between a growl and a whisper.
He pulled the black lace thong down my legs and picked up his glass. A moment later, what I assumed was some very expensive whiskey was drizzled over my ass, running down my thighs, and seeping into places that I’d never imagined pricey booze might seep.
“Fuck yes.” Hutton dropped to his knees behind me, his palms on my ass as he licked his way up the backs of my legs, sliding his tongue between my thighs, stroking me from behind. He slipped one hand into the tight, wet space between my legs, rubbing my sensitive clit with the side of his forefinger.
I moaned as he teased and sucked and licked and fucked me with his fingers. No sooner had the throes of the previous orgasm faded than he had me spiraling upward again. My body demanded more. Finally I gave up and begged.
“Hutton,” I pleaded. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“I want that too, princess.” He pushed his fingers deeper inside me. “I want my cock right here. I want to make you come again. But this is a game about patience. About control. We can’t just give in to every urge we feel.”
“Romeo,” I panted. “Now can we give in?”
He laughed. “It doesn’t work like that. It’s a safe word, not a password.”
“But I want you so badly.” My body was burning up for him. I felt like heat and desire were emanating from my skin. “I’ve never wanted anyone this way. I have no control.”
“You don’t have to have control.” He took his fingers from me, kissed the back of each leg, and rose to his feet. “You have to surrender it. That’s what I like.”
I moaned, squirming on the dining room table as he took another sip of his whiskey. “Surrender is harder than I thought.”
“I know it is.” He set the glass down. “But you’re doing so well, princess. You’re such a good girl, and I’m going to give you what you want.”
“You are?” I grew excited as I heard the zipper of his dress pants being lowered. I couldn’t see, but I imagined him pulling out his cock, stroking it with his fist like he had in the bathtub.
“Yes,” he said. “But you have to tell me what that is.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said without hesitation.
He laughed again. “What happened to my sweet princess? Where are her manners?”
“I want you to fuck me, please?” I tried.
“That’s better.” He rubbed the tip of his cock between my thighs, damp with whiskey and desire. Both of us moaned as he pushed inside me, every hot, thick inch stretching and filling me until his hips met my ass. Placing his hands on my hips, he pulled back and did it again, and again, and again. “Fuck,” he growled. “It’s so tight. So hot. And you look so fucking good.”
It was tight—having my ankles bound together with his belt kept my legs pressed firmly together. And the way I was bent forward over the table meant he could go in deep. As he moved faster, he moved rougher, and I began to exhale sharply every time he hit the furthest spot.
Suddenly he yanked me back from the table, but only enough to reach one hand around and rub my clit with his fingertips, keeping his cock buried deep just like I wanted. “Come for me,” he demanded. “Come right now, on my cock. On my fingers. Let me feel it. Then I’ll come for you.”
“Yes!” I cried out as the waves crashed through me, relentless and powerful, loud and unceasing, my body completely at the mercy of his touch and his rhythm and his words and his massive, throbbing cock that I wanted to feel pulsing inside me.
But instead, he pulled out. I was so shocked I picked up my head from the table and looked at our reflection in the window. That’s how I was able to watch as he grabbed his cock and got himself off as he stood over me, coming all over my back in hot, silken streams, grunting with every savage thrust through his fist.
My mouth fell open and stayed that way, even after I placed my cheek back on the table. “Oh my God,” I whispered. “That was—oh my God.”
Breathing hard, Hutton propped his hands on the table beside my waist. “I didn’t have a condom. That’s why I did it that way. Although truth be told, that’s what I wanted to do to you.”
“I liked it.”
He leaned down and kissed my temple. “I’ll clean you up. Give me a second to grab a towel.”
“Okay, but Hutton?”
“Yes?”
“Can you take my shoes off? My feet are killing me.”