I reach up, pinching her nipple and pulling at her piercing, as I lick her nub and fuck her cunt with the toy. Her legs shake and her breathing picks up as I lick, pinch and pump. Her hips start moving erratically then I remove the toy, abruptly stopping. She growls and I grin.
Placing the toy to the side, I pick up the nipple clamps and attach them. She hisses as the metal bites into her tender flesh and I pull the chain attached to the clamps. She whines as I continue to pull and I kneel between her legs, taking my cock and slapping the tip against her clit. Her hips rise, trying to get me to sink into her but not yet. So I pull away and pick up the small whip, gliding it over her chest down to her ribs and slap the leather against her skin. She cries out pulling on her restraints and I do it again, loving the red welts the leather leaves with each hit. I do this a few more times before I put it down and pick up the small silver butt plug. I glide it down her lips and sink it into her cunt, twisting it around to make it wet then remove it and circle her tight hole.
She lifts her leg onto my shoulder as I spread her cheeks and slowly push the plug into her ass, while using my thumb to rub tight circles on her clit. I groan watching the silver plugdisappear into her ass while her cunt begs to be fucked. I tap the bottom of the plug and she groans as I rub her clit faster. She pants and whines, rolling her hips trying to get the friction she needs, just for me to stop. I pull at the chain on her nipples and she screams which is music to my ears.
Pulling again only this time harder, I use my free hand and line my cock up with her soaked entrance and slam into her, digging my fingers into her skin. I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat as I continue to pound into her, my balls slapping against the plug forcing her to tighten around me. I squeeze her throat tighter, lifting both legs onto my shoulder, folding this woman like a damn pretzel as I fuck her cunt with such brutality. I know she’s going to be hurting tomorrow.
Letting go of her throat, I pull at the chain again then grab the toy, turning it back on and pressing it roughly against her clit. She screams and thrashes against her restraints but I press the button again, increasing the vibration against her clit. Her body convulses and her pussy tightens around me then gushes all over my cock. But I don’t stop, I press the button again and she screams as I slam into her harder and harder until my balls lift and I cum so fucking hard inside her I see stars. I chuck the vibrator across the room and gently remove the plug from her ass as I slow my pace, still incredibly hard inside her.
Tears pour from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and I reach up to remove the clamps, leaning down and sucking them gently. She jolts from how sensitive she is but I can’t get enough. So I swirl my tongue around her tender flesh, slow down my pace and fuck her slowly. So fucking slow that we both are covered in a sheen of sweat. It’s not before long that she cums with a scream. Her pussy is so god damn tight I can barely move so I pull out and jerk my cock, and growl as I spill my load all over her clit and stomach.
Climbing off the bed, I undo her restraints and cover her naked body with a blanket. I grab my drink and down the rest then grab my clothes, get dressed, leave some money on the table for her and leave the room.
This is the part I hate about paying for sex. There’s no cuddling, there’s no talking. It’s a simple transaction with no feelings, no intimacy and that’s what I yearn for from a woman… It's what I want with Lyla.Fuck me.
Lyla
Truths & Lies
Waking up the next morning, I stretch out my limbs and climb out of bed. As I’m walking to the bathroom I hear arguing coming from the bottom of the stairs so I open the door and listen.
“If you don’t get drafted. You’re running the family business. There is no other option.” He spits.
“I’ll get drafted. I don’t have any doubt in that. You might want to think of another option because I’m not it. Dad.” Case yells. Oh shit!
“I can take it all away from you, Case. You have an obligation. A signed contract with your grandfather. Hockey was never a part of the agreement.”
“I don’t care what the paperwork says. Hockey is my career. Not sitting in a fucking office. Sorry Dad that was never my dream and the fact that you can’t be happy for me. For how far I’ve come in hockey, says a lot about you.” he grunts. Then something shatters against the floor causing me to jump.
“That’s enough Case. I won’t put up with your disrespect. Get your head out of your ass. Your responsibilities come first. Now if you’ll excuse me. I have a plane to catch.” My step father seethes then a door slams. This is why he doesn’t like being here when our parents are home. Now it makes perfect sense. Footsteps climbing the stairs echo the hallway and I shut the door quietly and step back but as I wait for him to go into his room he knocks on mine and swings the door open. I jump, not expecting him to come barging into my room.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you coming to the game tonight?” He asks and I smile.
“You know I’ll be there,” I answer as a grin spreads across his face.
“Cool, what are your plans today?” he asks and I’ve got nothing going on. I was just going to lounge around here, if I’m being honest.
“Nothing really.” I say and his smile widens.
“Wanna hang out until I have practice?” he asks and I nod.
“What do you want to do?”
“Well, first I’d like to feed you,” he smirks, taking a step closer to me.
“Oh yea?” I say, raising a brow and he takes another step.
“I’m starving,” he whispers, licking his lips and god damn if I don’t want to lay back down on my bed and give this man something to eat. Fuck. “Stop looking at me like that. I’m trying really hard here.” He growls and I take a step back, wanting to see how far I can push him. “Don’t you do it Lyla. I won’t be able to stop myself.” He warns and just as I’m about to sit down he bends and grips the backs of my thighs, hauling me over his shoulder, slapping my ass.
“Oh, shit.” I yelp and he laughs.
“Breakfast, Lyla. What do you want me to make you?” He laughs and I slap his ass as he walks us down the stairs.
“Pancakes and bacon.” I tell him as his hands linger up my thighs. “Case…” I warn but he slaps my ass again making me yelp.
“Hush it, I’ll feed you. Make the coffee and set the table.” he orders as he places me down on my feet.
“So pushy this morning huh?” I laugh and he rolls his eyes as he gets what he needs to cook. I walk over to the fridge and grab everything for our coffee then set the table and wait to be served. I could get used to this.
