“I’m your filthy little slut.”
My cock threatens to spill just from those words alone. I love her like this, vulnerable and dirty and mine.
“Hold your legs up. Let me look at you.”
She does as I say, keeping her wide legs held upward, exposing her beautiful pink pussy to me while I slowly undo the belt of my pants. The entire time I’m removing them, I’m just thinking about how good it’s going to feel to be inside her.
In this moment, there is no shame. Only trust and desire.
Because, as she said, it’s safe here, and I’m well aware she wasn’t referring to this room or this club but to us.
Her bound wrists rest above her head while her legs start to shake from the effort of holding them up for me. All I want to do is fuck her. There are a million things in this room I could use on her, but there is only one place I want to be, so I can’t focus on anything else.
Grabbing the pole that holds her legs apart, I press it toward her, practically folding her in half as I line my cock up with her wet, needy cunt and thrust myself inside her.
She lets out a desperate sound, somewhere between a scream and a groan, as I pull out and force myself back in.
And just as I expected, she feels like heaven. Just the sight of her, bound and blindfolded, offering her body to me like some sort of sacrament, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Slamming into her relentlessly, I feel like I’m binding us together with each thrust until we are one.
“This cunt feels so fucking good, Peaches.”
I pound into her even harder, making her cry out.
“Louder,” I command, and she responds with another scream.
Without any warning, I pull out of her and grab the bar on either side. Then, I flip her and she gasps when I take her by surprise. Yanking her backward until her feet are on the floor, still spread wide, I push her head down into the mattress as I fill her up again.
It feels so good to let go. To let this darker side of me take shape, like meeting a part of myself I’ve kept hidden my entire life. Trusting that she actually likes it. I’m giving her what she wants, and it’s not just for me or for her, but for us.
Fucking her into the mattress, I lose control, smacking her ass hard with the palm of my hand just to hear her scream again. The entire time I’m just chanting in my mind— mine, mine, mine.
Then my internal thoughts come slipping through my lips with every thrust.
“My filthy little slut. My beautiful, sexy fuck toy. My Peaches. My god.”
With that thought, I let go. I come and come and come.
Losing track of time and myself, I let my body take over, grinding against her as I fill her up, imagining that while she takes my cum, she takes a piece of me—my sacrifice.
I’m hunched over her, my heart pounding against her back as I listen to her breathing. For a long time, we lie there together, catching our breaths, letting our hearts slow, and letting the post-sex haze settle over us.
When I finally pull out of her, I stand back and watch the cum drip from between her legs. I let it drip all the way down like it’s some sort of dirty ritual. Then I lower to my knees to unclasp each cuff, releasing her ankles from the bar. While I’m down there, I press my lips to the mermaid tattoo on her thigh.
Standing up, I lift Sage into my arms, cradling her against my chest while her eyes are still blindfolded and her hands are
still tied. Carrying her around to the top of the bed, I place her there with her head on the pillows.
Then I settle myself between her legs, my face buried between her thighs. When she feels my tongue lapping at her cum-soaked core, she tries to close them and gasps in surprise.
“What are you doing?”
I ease her thighs open as I kiss each one. “I’m rewarding my good little slut.”
Then, I lick her open again, tasting the saltiness of what I left behind mixed with her familiar flavor. I’m perverted and sick for how much I love it.
When she finally relaxes her knees to the sides, she arches her back and eases into the pleasure of my mouth. Her breathing turns shallow, letting out tiny sounds with each exhale. Then, I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find the spot that makes her legs buck and her spine curl.
Taking my time with her, I hum against her, my lips around her clit. Just watching her writhe and squirm with pleasure has my cock thickening again. Already I miss being inside her. I’d stay there for good if I could.
My hips grind against the mattress as I watch her body slowly morph with her climax. Her skin glistens. Her muscles clench. Seeing her come feels like my reward as much as hers.
After she’s come down from her high, I slowly crawl up her body, kissing my way over her stomach and chest. Then I lift the blindfold from her face.
“Since you told me once you love to watch,” I say as I wrap my hand around my stiff length and stroke with fast, eager strokes. Settled between her legs, I fuck my fist as she watches with rapt, hungry attention. She bites her lip and moans along with me as if she can feel it too. With the taste of her on my tongue, it doesn’t take me long before I’m grunting out my release, spilling warm, salty jets of cum over her naked body.
I’m left gasping, my skin buzzing as I wring myself dry.
Exhausted, I nearly collapse on top of her.
When our eyes meet, we share a smile.
“Not too bad, Church Boy,” she whispers.
I find myself laughing as I lower myself over her, letting her tiny body wrap its way around me. After pulling the ribbon from her wrists, I settle into her arms as I let her embrace silence every warring thought in my mind. For the time being, I’m at peace.
Thirty-Six
Adam
I t turns out Sage’s favorite form of aftercare is cheeseburgers and onion rings on the trunk of my car. After I spent an hour forcing water down her throat and cuddling her until I was sure she was okay, I insisted she eat, and this is what she chose.
She groans around a mouthful of burger, a dollop of ketchup at the corner of her mouth. I smile before licking it off her face. With a laugh, she shoves me away.
“You’re so obsessed with me,” she teases, and I smile, leaning toward her.
“Maybe I am,” I reply, stealing a bite of her cheeseburger.
Then I press my lips to her cheek.
A few months ago, I thought this was impossible. I couldn’t see myself with a girl like Sage. Hell, two weeks ago, I was sure that whatever this is would be temporary. A fling.
And now…I’m stuck. Blissfully stuck.
She’s like glue and with every touch, I’m more and more unable to pull myself away. And honestly, at this point, I’ve just stopped trying. Everything about the church and the sex club feels so arbitrary. Like she said, those things can coexist, and so can we.
I think I might be falling in love. If this is what love feels like. Infatuation. Obsession. I always assumed that love would feel more painful, and I’m not sure why. But nothing hurts when I’m with her.
“So…” she says as she balls up the empty foil wrapper.
“So?” I ask.
“How are you feeling? After that whole thing?”
My eyes narrow in confusion. “How am I feeling?
Shouldn’t the question be, how are you feeling?”
“You’ve already asked me that a hundred times while we were still at the club, and I told you—I’m fine.” She knocks her fist against my shoulder playfully. “Good job, Church Boy.