All he was doing was making me want him more. My pussy longed to feel him push into me. I wanted him inside my body. I thrashed and heaved in an attempt to dislodge the little vibrating toy that was pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm.
“David... I... David...” I couldn’t form coherent sentences anymore.
His whispered voice against my ear drove me closer to a tipping point. “Just give in, Carrie. Let go. Give me your orgasm.”
Something cold and metallic clamped down over my nipples and I cried out. The combination of the pain and pleasure was too much for me. I came, my orgasm ripping through my body like a tornado. It left me in a quivering mess.
Then I was falling. I screamed as my body slipped off the counter and down towards the ground. David’s hands caught me and pushed me against the counter. Lifting me by the ass he held my body up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The little toy continued to buzz against my clit as he pushed my knickers aside and thrust into me. The feel of his large cock inside me so soon after an orgasm had me crying out.
He had freed my hands from the taps but they were still bound as he thrust up into me repeatedly. The blindfold made the experience far more intense. Each move of his body against mine sent frisson’s of electricity coursing through my body.
He held me tightly in his arms as he pumped his cock into me. The toy buzzed continuously and the combined sensation of his shaft stroking in and out of my body sent me spiralling into another screaming, limb weakening orgasm.
David’s hoarse voice whispered against my ear, “I’m going to cum, Carrie. I’m going to cum in you and you will be mine. Marked inside. When other men see you they will know you belong to me.”
He cried out and gripped my body tightly in his arms, crushing the air from my lungs. I could feel his thick warm cum filling my pussy and it made me feel complete. When he was inside me it was as though all the pieces of the puzzle had finally fallen into place. When he filled me it felt as though I had come home.
Spent, he let me slide to my feet and the buzzing toy dropped to the floor. But my body refused to hold me upright. He caught me as my legs buckled beneath me. He swept me up into his arms and carried me. Moving but not knowing where I was going was an unusual experience. I pushed the blindfold up and blinked in the light. He carried me into his bedroom and set me on the bed.
I trembled after such intense orgasms. David’s hand brushed against my cheek and his fingers came away wet. It was then I realised I had been crying. I blushed and tried to wipe the tears from my cheeks.
“Shush, don’t.” His hands stopped mine. “It’s nice.” He smiled for the first time and my heart somersaulted.
“Do you think you’ll be able to manage a week?” he asked, his voice teasing.
“If it’s like that, then piece of cake.” I grinned up at him.
“Carrie, so innocent. That was just a little taste. I have far more ambitious plans for you.” He climbed onto the bed beside me and dragged me back into his arms.
“Get some sleep. Tomorrow we’re taking a little trip. You’re mine for a week and I have a lot of ground to cover and I know just the place to do it.”
“Where are we going?” My nervousness had returned.
“You don’t need to worry about it. Just rest and leave everything else up to me. After this you’ll discover that business and pleasure mix very well together. Plus I have a little score to settle and I know just what to do.”
“A score?” My thoughts immediately went to Robert and what he had done. What did David have in mind? I hoped it wasn’t something that would end with me in tears.
“Of course a score. I settle all of my debts, Carrie. And this one needs to be paid in full and closed for good. Do you think you can handle it?” He stared down at me. The look in his eyes had lost all their teasing and had returned to being intense.
I gulped and let out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. “Yes, I can handle it.”
“Good, then get some sleep. If you stay up much longer I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.” He lay back against the pillows and tucked me in against his body.
I tried to close my eyes. To sleep. But my mind was racing. What did he mean settle a score? What Robert had done was wrong but it was over with. I didn’t understand the macho need to constantly enter into arguments. It was beyond me.
My body was exhausted and finally I drifted off into an uneasy sleep. It was the only thing I had control over. Tomorrow would come and then I would find out what David had in mind. I just hoped that I would be able to handle it. Whatever it was.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sound of a zipper opening made me stir. Bleary eyed I struggled to sit up in the bed. I vaguely recalled the night before and what had occurred between David and me. The way he had made me feel... The juncture to my thighs grew wet at the memory.
I pushed my hand down into the soft mattress and realised that it was no longer tied to the other. When he had released me, I had no idea. I could only assume it was at some point during the night. Glancing around the room I caught sight of David standing near his closet. A large suitcase lay at his feet.
The moment I moved the covers he turned towards me, a smile curving his lips. Without thinking I tugged the bed sheet up and covered my breasts. David's warm smile immediately disappeared.
"What have I told you?" he asked. His voice was low and filled with the promise of what he would do to me if I answered wrong.
"That you want to see me?"
"See you how?" His voice had dropped by another couple of octaves. The sound sent shivers running down my spine.
"Naked..." My voice came out as barely a whisper.
He moved slowly towards the bottom of the bed. His entire body hummed with energy and I fought the urge to scurry further up the bed. The way David made me feel inside was an enigma. How could I possibly feel safe and nervous all at the same time? It didn't make any sense. Butterflies started up in my stomach and I swallowed several times in quick succession. My throat felt dry, but the rest of my body quivered with anticipation. I knew how it would feel if he touched me. Even if it was to punish me I knew how good it would feel.
He paused at the end of the bed and gripped the sheets in one hand. Carefully he pulled them. He did it painfully slowly. Almost as though he was testing me, daring me to show some resistance and hold onto them. But I didn't. I couldn't. I wanted to give this man what he wanted. And if that was to see me naked then so be it, I would let him have it.