Page 22 of Bloodstained Wings
It’s also good that the movers have taken the rest of the afternoon off, guaranteeing that our home full of boxes is left for us to play in for the night. I open the basement door and scurry down the stairs, Carter most likely considering throwing me over his shoulder and taking me to the bedroom anyway.
I flick on the light downstairs, exposing a steaming hot tub with an attached pool separated by a waterfall barrier. His eyes light up with enticement, and I strip out of the rest of my underwear before I walk along the barrier between the pool and the hot tub.
“Alright, dove,” he hums. “I’ll play with you.”
He strips out of his clothes slowly, thankfully not bringing the belt with him. He tosses it aside, but I reach over and grab it. His eyes glimmer with curiosity, and his cock is already erect when he steps out of his pants. He takes the steps down into the hot tub, and I loop the belt around my neck, pushing the metal clip into the hollow of my throat.
It’s not the best sex leash I’ve ever seen, and it’s nowhere near the level of quality that he has hung on the walls at the lifestyle club, but it’s enough for him to lean back where he sits and give me a firm nod.
I walk into the warm, bubbling water to meet him where he sits. His hands slide up my slick, wet sides, his fingers clutching the belt suddenly and yanking it down. The leather grows tight around my throat while I lean forward, his lips dangerously teasing my own.
“You’re getting clever,” he whispers, his teeth taking a little bite of my bottom lip while I pant to breathe with the belt strung firmly around my neck. “But you know you’re not in charge, right?”
“Yes, sir,” I manage to pant out. “Not in… control…”
“Good, girl.”
He pulls tighter, forcing me onto my knees where he can loosen the strap on my neck. He doesn’t remove it, though, adjusting his knees to further spread my thighs. I’m fully vulnerable now, his erection brushing the entrance of my pussy.
“I’m going to enjoy you for a long time, dove. You know that, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you know your job is to come for me over and over again, right?”
Again, I nod. “Yes, sir.”
“So, why aren’t you straddling my cock yet with your tight, throbbing pussy?”
I lean forward, my chest brushing his so I can distract him from punishing me again. I line little kisses across his shoulder, settling on one spot near the center of his neck where I can kiss, bite, and suck as needed. He pushes his fingertips down the small of my back, his index finger adding pressure to my tight little asshole.
It’s enough to make me release the skin of his neck, my pussy desperately crawling over his daunting length. I don’t care how many times we’re together. I’m always as apprehensive of his size like it’s the first time he’s ever entered me.
I try to manage a steady pace through the water, feeling the hot temperature crawl up my back while I create a new wave of movement under the harsh jets coming from the walls of the space. He doesn’t let up on his finger, pushing into my ass, daring to enter my anus with one knuckle, then two, causing an eruption of pressure in the small orifice.
I can hardly hold it anymore, running through my first orgasm at a fast pace, the next quickly following.
Before that can happen, though, he flips me around, his fist curling into the belt around my throat. He slams my ass into the wall, the pressure from a single jet punching the hole he was just fingering and adding to a new, harsh spike of pain and pleasure. His hips still thrust into mine, splashing water all over the floor, but it doesn’t matter.
Nothing else matters right now.
My ass is going through pleasing pain, my pussy is filled with my lover’s cock, and my neck is slowly being teased with pressure as he fights to yank every emotion out of me at once. I scream when I come, and he muffles it with his lips, accepting my groaning pants as part of our deepening kiss.
I lay my head back, forcing my legs as wide as possible while unsure whether to cry from joyous pleasure or overwhelming pain.
“Come, dammit,” he snarls. “I want another from you.”
I squeak through the pressure of the belt, breaking into another round of speckled vision and dizzy senses. My fingernails dig into the back of his shoulders, most likely drawing blood. He doesn’t care, gripping the belt in one hand while holding onto the edge of the hot tub for dear life with the other.
“Do you think any other woman could make me feel this way, dove?”
His voice echoes off the walls, surrounding me with his authority.
“No, sir.”
“Are you going to accuse me of cheating again?”
I shake my head, daring to fall into another deep swell of pleasure. He waits for it to pass, hitting his own edge of orgasmic relief. We end up falling together, and the tightening pull of the belt on my neck doesn’t help. It’s so savagely dominant that it makes everything so much more intense.