Ann Mayburn - Sodom and the Phoenix

Animalistic sounds escaped her throat as her cunt tried to pull his tongue deeper into her body. The thought of those tender tissues gripping his cock brought an answering groan from him, and he pulled back, giving himself a moment to regain control of his libido. She looked down her body at him, the pleading in her expression sending a surge of delight through his dom side. While he cooled down, he wanted her to keep heating up.

“Keep your gaze on me,” he said in a low growl, and her eyes widened as he thrust first one, then two fingers into her pussy. He loved the vulnerable expression a woman got on her face when she was deep in the throes of passion, that silent begging to give her relief, to let her come. Her body grew more and more tense, and his hand was coated in her cream up to his knuckles.

He began to lick around her clit again, pausing to place gentle bites on the hood. Each nip tore a cry from her, and she thrust herself on his fingers, snapping her hips as much as she could with her legs restrained. A closer swirl of his tongue and she tensed, trembling so hard it felt as if she was going to shake apart.

“Please, please, please,” she whispered over and over in a desperate mantra.

He gave the tip of her clit a tiny flick with his tongue. “Please what?”

“Please, Sir, please make me come.”

“How?”

She groaned low in her throat as he removed his hands and ran his knuckle over her slick entrance. “Please put my clit in your mouth. Please suck it, Sir. Please, I’ll do anything you want, just make me come.”

Those words of surrender set fire to his body, and he stood up, smiling as she wailed in distress. Her whimpers tapered off as he removed his shoes and pants, standing before her with his cock bobbing in her direction. Fisting himself, he stroked from the base of his cock to the head until a pearl of precum shone on the tip. He sat on the edge of the bed and held his cock just close enough to her mouth that she had to strain to lick the tip of it, her tongue frantic as she tried to reach more. The soft lash of her mouth on him made him want to bury himself in her throat, to feed her his cum, but he wanted to be between her legs even more.

After sheathing himself in a condom from the drawer next to the table, he knelt between her legs. “Tanwen, look at me.”

Her eyelids fluttered almost all the way shut as he slowly began to push into her. So tight, her pussy gripped his cock like a silken fist as he worked his way in. The intimacy of her gaze, the way she struggled to fulfill his command to look at him made him proud. With his body pressed flush against hers, he finally sheathed himself in her wet heat all the way to his balls.

“This is what I love, Tanwen. To feel your soft body accepting mine, your curves padding me as I take you.” He pulled out and pushed back in, enjoying how her hips ground against his. “You’re mine, Tanwen. This is my body to fuck, mine to take. All you can do is lie back and feel.”

Her lips parted in a gasp, and her eyes almost rolled back in her head as he reached between them and stroked her clit with the pad of his thumb. A deep groan came from her as he circled that stiff nub of flesh, working it as he plunged his cock in and out of her. She arched beneath him, her scream piercing the air as her clit twitched beneath his fingers and her pussy convulsed around his cock.

“That’s it, baby, come for me. Soak my cock in your juices. Ah, fuck yeah.” He continued to pinch and pull at her clit, not giving her a chance to rest even as he pounded into her. With her hands gripping the sheets above her head, she arched and bucked beneath him, trying to hold his gaze as he drove her higher and higher.

Around his aching dick, her pussy tightened again and he strained to hold back as she hovered on the brink.

“Little flame, come for me.”

With a scream that echoed in the room, she exploded beneath him, and her bucking hips drove him over the edge. Each convulsion of her cunt around his cock seemed to pull the orgasm from him until he bellowed as his toes curled, and he jammed himself in her as far as he could go, gripping her hips hard enough that he was sure he’d find bruises on her tomorrow.

He barely had enough energy to stumble off the bed and dispose of the condom. When he came back, Tanwen still panted, little tremors running through her body. Best of all, her hands were still above her head where he had ordered them. Such a little thing but such a pleasure to a dom.

After unhooking her ankles, he said, “You can lower your arms now.”

She complied, and the smile she gave him seemed to warm him down to his very soul. Peaceful, happy, and utterly content, her smile filled him with joy. “Thank you, Sir. I’ve never felt anything like that, ever. You are amazing.”

Wrapping her arms around him, he pulled them both beneath the blankets and snuggled her close. The way she instantly molded to his body and the happy noises she made as she wiggled her bottom against his still semihard cock made everything seem right with the world. Such a delicious little bundle of woman.

“Stay the night with me, Tanwen.”

She stiffened against him, and he pretended not to notice as he nibbled on the back of her neck. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. We’re keeping things not serious, right?”

He couldn’t help the hurt that came along with those words, and his voice came out a little sharper than he intended. “Yeah, nothing serious. I just thought you might be tired and wanted to crash here.”

Her muscles locked up until he felt as if he were holding a board instead of the curvy little sub who’d been purring against him moments before. “No thanks. I need to get back to my room.”

She started to pull away from him, and he hauled her back. Damn it, he was blowing this. He obviously needed more time with her, was pushing her too fast, but he couldn’t help the possessive instinct that roared through him and demanded she was his. “Care to shower with me first?” To add a bit of incentive to that request, he stroked his hands along her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples with the back of his knuckles. “I have a waterproof toy I’d like to show you.”

She gently pushed away his arm and sat up. Her voice was cold as she said, “You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Pretend it’s something more than it is. We both know this isn’t going to last any longer than our vacation. I’m good with that. I don’t…I don’t want anything more.”

Her voice broke on the last word, and he stared at her back as he tried to figure out what she meant. Did she really want to keep it casual, or did she want something more? The way she looked at him, the way she responded to him seemed like she cared for him. Was he reading too much into this?

He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath of the air that still smelled like their lovemaking. Women could be so damn confusing sometimes. He knew from past experience that they often said the opposite of what they meant, and it was up to the poor guy to try and read their thoughts. Well he wasn’t a damn mind reader. “Tanwen, what do you really want?”

Her shoulders bowed, and she scooted off the bed. “It is what it is.”

The trilling ring of his cell phone echoed through the room as Tanwen searched for her clothes and began to pull on her pants with trembling hands. She kept her gaze on the ground, refusing to look at him. “I never thought you were this weak.”

That brought her up short as she fastened her pants. Color blazed in her cheeks, and her shoulders snapped back. “I am not weak.”

His phone rang again, and he ignored it as he held her gaze. “Really? Then why are you running away from me?”