The orgasm that I had tried to hold off ripped through my system as our tongues battled. I knew he could feel me trembling, the muscles in my pussy contracting around him. I fucked him harder, hoping that he would join me, but he remained lodged deeply, his cock pulsing. Would he deny me the satisfaction of his orgasm? I rode him for quite some time, his stifled groans reaching my ears, but he would not spend himself. An idea formed in the sordid caverns of my mind.
“You’re playing hard to get, aren’t you?” He opened his eyes to glare at me. “I’m going to make you cum, you dirty boy. You’re really the pervert here. You like to have control over your little playthings, don’t you? You like to call the shots. Did you have an overbearing mother? Did she hover and smother? Is that why you have to dominate women?”
“Go to hell.” There was a slight tick in his cheek.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” I got off the bed and dug around in the duffle bag, retrieving lubrication. “That’s okay. I’m going to thoroughly skin your cat, buddy, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it.” He eyed me warily, noting the tube of lubrication. “What will I do with this?” I leaned over him, staring into his eyes, enjoying his discomfort. His cock was as hard as a steel pole, and leaking profusely. I unscrewed the top and squirted out a liberal amount of gel. I made quick work, rubbing the salve over my anus. “Oh, yeah. That’s where you’re going. This baby’s about to pop.”
He swallowed visibly. “You’ve dug your grave pretty deep.”
“Oh, dear. Are you suing my dead mother also? Do you have ties to the mob? Are they gonna bust my kneecaps? Pull out my fingernails? Hum?” I grasped his cock, positioning it beneath me. “If this doesn’t work, I’ll suck you till I’m blue in the face.” I felt him breach the tight bands of my hole, stretching me to impossible breadths. This position allowed me to slowly ease down on him, taking a tiny portion at a time. Whatever discomfort I felt was quickly forgotten, as he stroked me deeply, his cock lodged in my anal cavity. I held nothing back, fucking him senseless, driving low and deep. A look of pain etched across his features. He was fighting his orgasm. He refused to give in, and I refused to let up, working him like the possessed woman I was. “Oh, God,” I breathed. “Do it! I know you want to. Cum in me!”
“Fuck you!”
“Fine,” I laughed. “I can do this all night.” My breasts bounced and jiggled with the motion of my hips. The friction of our bodies had created a layer of perspiration between us. I rode him like a bull at the rodeo, digging my fingertips into his belly and bouncing over him, driving that shaft in even deeper. “Oh, God, James. It’s so good.” The pressure was immense. My sensitive clit was so swollen it brushed against his pelvis, igniting a distracting tingling. A second orgasm was a distinct possibility.
“No!” His handsome facial features were pinched in agony.
“Oh, yes.” Triumph soared through me; the thrill of victory was at hand. He wouldn’t be able to hold it off much longer. I tweaked his nipples, pulling on them and twisting them with little remorse.
He fought against his restraints, rattling the chains. “You fucking bitch!” He threw his head back and groaned. His hips bucked up to try to dislodge me, but I squeezed him between my thighs, holding him in place.
“James!” I was breathless from working him, my bottom smarting with the effects of his cock. Reaching behind me, I grasped his balls, pulling the soft sacs away from his body. “Oh, fuck me, James. Ooohhh…” I shuddered with pleasure, the orgasm forcing my head back.
“Goddammit!” He thrust upwards, stiffening. He jetted his seed into my anal cavity, flooding me with heat.
“I got you now, Mr. Gordon.” A wicked smile lit my eyes. I lay on his chest, exhausted, yet happy beyond measure. I listened to his heart beating, relishing the contact. I kissed his neck, tasting the saltiness of his perspiration. This might be the last time I was ever this close to him. His diminishing cock slid out of my ass. I moved hair away from his forehead. “Are you really mad?”
“Untie me.”
“Kiss me.”
“No.”
“It might be asking a lot, considering everything that’s happened, but can we date?” He snorted in reply. “I’d like to be with you…get to know you.”
“You’re outta your goddamned mind.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair, feeling perspiration. “Why not?”
“I’m going to ruin you, remember?”
“As far as I can tell you’re not dating anyone.”
“Untie me.”
I stared at him for a long moment, knowing this was the end. There was nothing else I could do or say that would make any difference now. I had expected his rejection, but to actually hear it was disheartening. I slid from the bed, snatching the robe off the carpet. Tears threatened, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself anymore than I had already. I disappeared into the bathroom, washing up and dressing quickly. I had realized my obsession tonight, but now I felt nothing but grief and depression. Some warped part of my mind thought that once we had made love he would profess his desire to be with me. I’m a damn fool. I braced myself before leaving the room.
He stared at me as I approached the bed. “Get these fucking things off.” He pulled on the binds.
“Goodbye, Mr. Gordon.” I stepped from the room feeling horrible. I had gotten what I wanted tonight. I had conquered the beast and won, but why did it feel like I had just lost? I brushed past Cale and his co-worker. “You can untie him now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I expected the police at my door that evening. When they didn’t come, I thought they would arrive in the morning. That didn’t happen either. I anticipated them at the clinic the next day. There was no sign of them. As the days wore on and I remained a free woman, I wondered about the ruin that Mr. Gordon had threatened. My funds continued to flow, the accounts were all open, the patients streamed in, and life went on, as if nothing extraordinary had happened. I spent my evenings with the remote in one hand, potato chips in another, and tears in my eyes. I thought assuaging my obsession and feeding it everything it wanted would make it go away, but the opposite had occurred. I found myself craving that man, even more now than ever.
Why hasn’t he arrested me yet?