Beth Kery - Because We Belong

“Yes,” he said simply, and she didn’t argue. She wasn’t surprised. He occasionally spent himself quickly, taking her in a greedy rush that she loved because it betrayed the depths of the desire of a man whose self-control was legend. Typically, however, he drew things out, drowning her in pleasure and excitement, making their need mount to unbearable levels, building the fire so that when climax came, it was explosive. This evening, she sensed his need to hold on to her for as long as he could, to mingle their essences and prolong the sharp intimacy.

She swallowed thickly when she saw him pick up a red rubber vibrator from the bed. It was new, one he’d never used on her before. The rubber was shaped into an oval loop at the tip, its circumference about the size of a penny. She saw his thumb move, and the tool began to vibrate almost silently. He held her stare as he pressed the rigid, pulsing ring against her mouth, both soothing and exciting the sensitive flesh. Her lips felt feverish and swollen from his earlier strident thrusting between them. She willingly opened them as he moved the vibrator, his actions striking her as more intimate and arousing than she would have expected. She moaned softly as he pressed the vibrator deeper, sliding it against the moist flesh just inside her mouth. Her vagina tightened as she stared up at him in helpless arousal and granted him full, undeniable right over her body.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, and she knew he’d seen her submission as clearly as he’d seen her face. “I could look at you forever when you’re giving yourself to me.”

He removed the vibrator from her damp lips and caressed her cheek tenderly. She turned her face into his palm and kissed the center of it. He made a rough sound in his throat and removed his hand. He once again pushed one of her knees toward the other one, exposing her naked breast, using the wand of the vibrator to stimulate the curving flesh. She bit her lip, trapping her soft cry when he inserted a taut nipple into the vibrating loop and pressed softly.

“Feel good?” he murmured, his gaze returning to her face.

“Yes,” she whispered.

And it did. Her nipple was surrounded by the pulsing loop. The mysterious pathway of nerves connecting her nipples to her clit flared to life. She twisted her head on the mattress and moaned, her need growing sharp and untenable.

“Shhh,” Ian soothed gently.

She cried out when he parted her labia matter-of-factly and encircled her clit with the vibrating loop. Her cry segued to a groan of ecstatic misery when he turned up the power on the vibrator. She closed her eyes and shuddered at the intense, concise stimulation, her hips twisting on the bed. He placed his hands on the coil of rope at her calf and kept her in place. She had no choice but to accept the distilled pleasure full on.

“Come,” Ian said a moment later.

She followed his command to the letter, her bound body shaking in the onslaught of release. After the first, most powerful waves of climax had passed, he removed the vibrator. Her head came off the bed and she bit off a scream when he pressed his cock to her pussy, grabbed her thighs and impaled her with one stroke.

“Oh God . . . Ian,” she gasped as she continued to climax around his penis. The sudden intrusion overwhelmed her. It primarily felt wonderful, but it also hurt a little, overfilled as she suddenly was with Ian’s large cock in her pussy and the plug in her ass.

“That’s right,” he rasped as he began to thrust, his handsome face rigid with restrained pleasure. “That’s what I wanted to feel. So hot. So wet,” he grated out as he fucked her, and her vagina clamped around him as she continued to come.

“No,” she muttered desperately a minute later when he again withdrew from her. She lifted her head, staring at the erotic sight of his heavy, glistening cock poking out from his opened fly and lowered briefs. He often didn’t remove his pants completely as he played with her while she was bound. It drove her wild with thwarted longing. It drove her a step away from madness to watch, bound and helpless, as he ran his large hand over his moist, rigid shaft. Her vagina and ass muscles clenched tight. He gave a harsh moan.

She realized he stared fixedly between her parted thighs at her spread pussy and the inserted plug. Her cheeks heated. She experienced an overwhelming desire to cover herself. She’d never felt so exposed to him as she was at that moment. Was she foolish for opening herself to another human being so wholly . . . for allowing herself to become so vulnerable?

His facial muscles convulsed slightly as he stared, the expression somehow speaking of longing so intense, it bordered on pain for him. All of her doubts about her vulnerability faded to mist. In many ways, Ian laid himself as bare during their lovemaking as she did for him.

“Ian,” she murmured. He looked up, meeting her stare, and she knew her heart was in her eyes.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that. You know what it does to me.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied.

“No you’re not,” he said grimly, moving toward her head and unbuttoning his shirt fleetly as he did so. He whipped the shirt over his shoulders. Her stare lowered covetously over bulging, lean muscle. She’d learned over the past several months that when she was bound, her eyes had to take the place of her greedy fingers, making her a keener observer. Since Ian also blindfolded her at times, her nerves, too, had become exquisitely sensitive to his every move and touch. “And I’m not, either, to be honest,” he continued. “If I could bottle that look in your eyes, I would.”

She was in such a powerful, strangely combined state of both satiation and sustained arousal, it took her a moment to notice his rigid, and yet somehow hesitant expression as he stroked her neck, the sides of her breasts and ribs, making her quiver with pleasure.

“What is it?” she asked quietly, puzzled by his mood.

He didn’t speak for a moment, just continued to caress her with his large, warm hand.

“I would like to video you while we continue. Just your face,” he added quickly when she didn’t immediately speak.

“Why?” she asked, even though she thought she knew the answer.

His expression grew unreadable, but she sensed his turmoil nonetheless. “Like I said, I would bottle your sweetness if I could,” he admitted. “Carry you with me everywhere.”

Her heart seemed to swell two sizes in her breast. He’d known so much pain in his life . . . been so fearful of abrupt rejection, been primed for unexpected fearful, and even violent, reactions from a schizophrenic mother.

“All that I am is always here for you, Ian,” she said softly. “But of course you can video me, if you think it will help . . . somehow.”

His averted gaze zoomed to her face. “You’re sure? Of course you know it will only be for me. I will guard it assiduously.”

She smiled. “I know that. Do you think I’d allow it otherwise?”

His nostrils flared slightly as he studied her. “You think it’s an odd request, don’t you?”

“No. I don’t share your need, but I understand it, Ian. I do,” she added pointedly.

He leaned down and kissed the diamonds on her bound hand—the engagement ring he’d given her weeks ago.

“Thank you,” he said.

His solemn manner made her eyes moisten. She was glad when he moved away. When he returned to her field of vision, he carried a small video camera. He set it on the bureau and quickly focused it, the lens aimed toward her head.

“It’s trained on your face,” he said as he approached her again a moment later. She noticed that far from diminishing during the brief absence from her, his erection appeared every bit as firm, heavy, and flagrant. Her love and trust in him made her glory in the evidence that it aroused him to tape her during sex. It was merely another level of intimacy for them to explore. She wasn’t put off by his request.