[Trigger Warning: Bondage, breath-play, degrading, and fake con-non-con.]
[Unravel me by Sabrina Claudio.]
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"No." She tried to level her voice but there was an audible quiver.
"Strip, Hastings, or I'll do it myself, and trust me that would be far worse." he bellowed, "Strip."
"You are an asshole, you know that?"
"Yes. Now strip." There was nothing she would say that would do this, so she started with her top and threw it at his face. He caught it, smelled it, and smiled, relishing as her breasts sprung free. They were round and all he wanted was to fuck them and suck them. Her tits were hard and pink.
Kayla could see how his eyes were fixated on her breasts. She loved how she was making him feel.
When it came to her skirt, she hesitated. "Take it off. I want you naked on my bed." He growled and she took off the skirt, slowly as both of their eyes didn't waver from the other.
The problem was that she had wide hips and stretch marks around them. "Fuck!" He exhaled. The vixen that Kayla was made matters worse when she spread her legs and her soaked cunt was before his eyes. He wanted it so badly.
She was sprawled on his bed, nude for him like a virgin for sacrifice. His cock twitched in his pants, wanting nothing more than to ruin her. He wanted her incapable of walking for days because of him. But even with desire clouding his judgment he knew he always liked it rough because of his mother, so he didn't want to do anything that would hurt her.
"Hastings," he drawled out, sexily that she kept dripping on his bed.
"What do you want to do?" her voice was small, her eyes like a deer in the headlights. All an act. A pretense that she loved.
"I want to tie you. Can I tie you? You can say no, Hastings. If you don't want this, you can walk away." He told her, a reasonable part of him still intact.
"No," she shook her head. "I want you. I want to be with you."
"But I can do things that might look scary. I just want… you to be safe."
"I trust you. You would never hurt me." He nodded. "You need to have a safe word for when you want me to stop."
"I don't want you to stop."
"Don't be stubborn, Hastings. A word."
"Green. I want you, Ollie. I want this." that was all he needed to hear. He went into his walk-in closet and came back with a leather belt. He crawled unto the bed, placing himself between her legs.
He grabbed her hand, roughly tying them to the headboard.
He stepped back to appreciate his work. "You are divine, Hastings. Exquisite. Too bad I'll destroy you for everyone else." He smiled cruelly. Kayla tried to break free from the bondage, squirming and Oliver wanted to ravage her because of it.
"Keep struggling, Hastings. Fuck that turns me on more than anything." He stroked himself through his pants in front of her and she gulped seeing his length. How in the world would that fit?
Oliver grabbed a remote, pressed a button and a television dropped down landing in the middle of the closet door.
Before she could ask what he was doing, a video started playing of someone touching themselves in the shower. She narrowed her eyes and saw that it was herself!
She was going to combust. "Oliver… please… please…. I need you." She pleaded feeling the heat between her legs. She closed her thighs trying to create friction.
"Spread it for me. Don't you dare."
"Please…."
"I have so many videos of you touching yourself that I count. Tell me, Hastings, who do you think of when you do that? Andrew?" she shook her head. "Then Wyatt?"
"No! You! Please, Oliver." The Kayla in the video was about to cum and when she finally came, Kayla's chest was heaving.
Another video played of her masturbating again, this time with a dildo moaning Oliver's name. He smirked and took off his turtle-neck top and his pants.
He stalked towards the bed and Kayla swallowed. He had small scars on his upper arm, and some across his chest. He was fit and muscular.
Pure lust shrouded him as he stared up at Kayla. He was in between her legs again, her breast in his hand before he licked her nipple. His licks were slow, his eyes never leaving hers. She moaned when his mouth closed on it. The other hand got busy fondling the other. In the background, her moans resounded in the room.
He switched the attention of his lips from one breast to another. He spat on one of the nipples, sucking them so hard like his life depended on it.
"Oliver…. Oh my god! Oliver!" She gasped. He trailed kisses from her collarbone down to her breasts, her abdomen, and when he got to her thighs he stopped demanding, "Don't close your eyes. Watch me."
His fingers traced her stretch marks and he planted kisses on each one. He must have seen her hesitation but he didn't say anything. He didn't need to because this was better. He made her feel good and wanted.
His tongue found the entrance of her core. He pinned her hips down, raising one leg over his shoulder for better access or maybe he was just greedy and enjoyed the view. Again, he spat on her sex, his tongue swiped over her.
"Oliver…. Please… fuck. More…. I want more…" He nibbled, eating her out, sucking her and she panted, the pleasure was too much.
Kayla screamed when he inserted three fingers, his tongue still stroking her pussy, teasing her. His fingers slid in and out at a fast pace. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, "Oliver!"
She came and Oliver swallowed it, shoulders shaking. He spanked her pussy and she jerked. "What the fuck!?"
"Did I ask you to cum? Did you ask for my permission?" The way he spoke was dark and Kayla shivered. He thought she would ask him to stop but his Hastings smirked.
"I don't need your permission to do anything. If I want to cum, I cum."
"Now that's where you're wrong. I own you. You are mine." A finger plowed into her and she whimpered, "This pussy is mine." His other hand traveled to her breasts, squeezing one of them harshly, "This is mine. Everything is mine, Hastings so you do what I say."
Her inner thighs were on his ears, his head in the middle, and her legs were wrapped around his neck.
Her body coiled as he kissed her spot. He looked up, his gaze heated, "I am going to ruin you for everyone else. You're going to scream for only me." And she did. He was very skilled with his tongue, knowing where to linger and when to bite but he made sure she didn't cum.
"I need to cum…. I need to… fuck!" He wouldn't let her. "Please…. I'll do anything. I need to…"
His hot breath whispered against her sex and her cunt clenched, "Say you're mine."
"Please…. I'm yours! Let me…. Cum!" She had never screamed this much during sex. Never. Oliver was a god in the bedroom and he knew that. How he became good, she had an idea and her heart dropped. Her Oliver.
"Cum, Hastings. Cum for me." She did. He unwrapped her legs from his neck, removing his underwear, eyes stapling her down. Her breath hitched. When she saw his cock, her eyes almost popped out. He was big. Very big. It was long and veiny and if it entered into her walls she would crumble.
"Oliver," she huffed, "it won't fit…. It won't…"
"Why do you think I spent one hour making you so soaked that my bed is drenched with your cum. You even squirted. So you will take every inch of me, do I make myself clear?"
"But…." her eyes fluttered. She looked at it again and she wanted it in her. She wanted to wrecked for him, so she swallowed.
"Good." He positioned himself and when the tip was at her entrance, teasing her, she squirmed.
"Fuck, Oliver." This time, he was slow in his entry. "Relax, Hastings. Relax or you'll tighten and make it hard for me to move. Relax. Trust me." He coaxed, sultrily.
"I trust you." She let out a cry when he kept moving deeper. "Oh my god!" she breathed.
His hand found her throat, cutting her lungs of air. Her brows shot up. His eyes softened waiting for her to say the safe word but Hastings was still dripping for him.
He was choking her and she loved it. She nodded, assuring him that it was fine. "Fuck you are perfect!" His lips commandeered hers, still plunging in. "Is this okay?" he breathed against her lips.
She was heaving and was breathing through her nose.
"I need you… move…" Between breaths, she ordered. Her arm was sore from being tied up but the pleasure was bliss. Something she had never experienced before. Oliver was pushing her boundaries and it was perfect.
He kissed her, muttering words like, 'perfect', 'mine', 'perfect'.
Then, he moved and she squealed. "Oh my! Oliver! Oh my!" She couldn't speak properly because he gripped her throat.
He made sure she could take him going fast so his movement became quick and her hips moved in sync with his, taking all of him in. He groaned, his Adam's apple bobbling. "You are perfect, Hastings. You take me so well. Good Girl."
The praise made her heart flutter.
"I'm so close, Oliver! I'm so close!" Oliver furrowed his brows, still plunging mercilessly into her. He was also close. He never came during sex. Never.
"Wait. Don't you dare cum!" He cautioned still enjoying the feeling of being inside her. He could be in her for the rest of his life and that was heaven. Fuck he was going to be addicted to her.
"Oh my! Fuck!" She came first and her body trembled, then Oliver followed suit. He came inside her.
Minutes passed and only the sound of their heavy breathing could be heard. The room smelled of sex. He slid out of her with disappointment and untied her.
"How are your wrists?"
"I'm sore everywhere but they were comfortable, surprisingly." Her voice sounded tired.
"Because I had it made for you." He gathered her in his arms. "Let me take care of you." She was too tired to think. "I was not on the pill so…"
"Ssshhh." He didn't care if she got pregnant. She was his to love, to take care of, to protect and he would.
He ran a bath for her, washed her gently like a baby, and put his shirt on her before laying her on the bed tenderly. He changed the bedsheets to make it comfortable for her.
She hugged Oliver, clinging to him. His gaze was gentle and she was the only thing he saw. "Are you hungry?"
"Not now. I'm tired. I can't feel my legs, Ollie. How would I go to work tomorrow?" She laughed shortly.
"I'll take care of you. Go to sleep." He kissed her forehead.
"Professor…" it came out tiny with a yawn, "I hate you."
Oliver smiled, closing his eyes and snuggling into her, "I hate you too."