Cops 02 - Love on the Run (6 page)

“Tony…please…” she begged softly. The sound of his name whispered from her lips made his dick throb, and he felt another piece of his self-control crumble and break away.

Slowly, Tony eased his fingers out before he released her completely. He left her standing by the love seat and walked over to his closet. He slid one of the mirrored panels to the side and opened a large built-in drawer inside the closet. He pulled out a few things before closing it and sliding the panel back into place.

When Tony turned back to Bianca, her eyes widened at the sight of the ropes, vibrator, and condom packets in his hand. He walked over to where she stood and dropped the ropes and condoms to the floor and placed the vibrator on the love seat next to her. He pulled Bianca into his arms and leaned down to kiss her softly, lingeringly, before he slowly pulled back and looked into her eyes.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Bianca. I’m a very demanding lover.” He kissed her again.

“I’m going to ask you to do things that don’t just excite you; they’ll shock you, and even scare you.” His lips trailed along her jaw and down her neck. “I’m going to push you past your comfort zone and test your limits. And I’m going to expect for you to do what I say, when I say, and for as long as I say.” He breathed against her skin. “Do you think you can handle that?”

When he felt her nod, he lifted his head and released her long enough to position himself behind her once again. He looked at Bianca in the mirror.

“Do you know what a safe word is?” he asked softly, his hands gently moving over her naked skin. When Bianca shook her head, he said, “It’s a way for you to communicate with me when we’re together like this.” He turned Bianca around so that she faced him. “I would never intentionally do anything to cause you pain that didn’t give you pleasure at the same time. But, if I ever inadvertently do something that hurts or frightens you more than you feel you can handle, you can use the safe word, and I’ll stop immediately. Understand?” At her nod, Tony asked, “What do you want your safe word to be?” Bianca looked back at him blankly, and he chuckled. “Okay, I’ll choose for you. How about…princess?”

“Princess?” Bianca wrinkled up her nose, and the look on her face made Tony smile. “Is that the best you can come up with?”

“What? You don’t like princess?” He couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice.

“You can pick another word.”

“No, it’s fine, I guess. It just seems so…girly.” Her tone was filled with distaste.

Tony cupped the sides of her face and kissed her. “Then I’ll just have to make sure that you never need to use it,” he whispered. “Agreed?”

Bianca smiled, slow and sexy. “Agreed.” Tony turned Bianca around again, and he felt her body stiffen slightly. “Relax,” he murmured soothingly. “Just wanna make you feel good.” He waited until he felt the tension leave her body before he picked up one of the ropes from the floor.

“Submission is about a lot more than just sex. It’s about trust and communication, honesty and respect.” He spoke softly in the quiet room as he began to expertly tie Bianca’s wrists together and secured them tightly behind her back. “It’s about voluntarily giving up your control to another person and allowing yourself to be rendered helpless.” Tony brushed her long hair to one side and wrapped the remaining rope around her chest several times, positioning it so that it sat just above her breasts before connecting it to her bound wrists.

“It’s about shutting the whole world out and placing your mind, body, and soul into someone else’s hands, knowing they’d never betray you, never hurt you, and never do anything that didn’t bring you absolute pleasure.”

Once he was done, Tony looked at her in the mirror. Bianca stood with her feet spread far apart, her elbows pointed out to the sides. The pull of the rope caused her back to arch and made her breasts jut out in front of her.

And her face. Jesus, it was enough to take his breath away. She stared back at him through eyes that were heavy-lidded and so passion-filled, they looked almost feverish. Her lips, red and swollen, were slightly parted, and he could hear the soft mewling sounds she made that intermingled with her shallow breathing.

Tony picked up the vibrator before sitting down on the padded cushion of the love seat. Carefully, he maneuvered Bianca until she was sitting on his lap, her back pressed against his chest and her legs spread wide open, straddling his thighs.

One hand moved possessively over her body, briefly massaging her breasts before continuing down to her wet pussy. Tony’s fingers sank inside of her again, forcing a shuddering moan from Bianca.

“Submitting isn’t about taking orders and abuse, Bianca, or about being weak and pathetic. It’s about strength and power — yours as well as mine.” The hum of the vibrator suddenly filled the room. “I can use my strength to lead and control you, but it also takes strength for you to follow and yield to me. I may have the power to command and instruct you, but those are just words. The real power is what you do with those words.” He moved the vibrator between her legs and placed it against her clit.

“Oh, God…please…” Bianca’s back arched, and she cried out. Shallow breaths escaped her parted lips as she begged him for more.

Tony watched her face in the mirror the entire time as he slowly circled her clit with the vibrator, and his fingers continued to thrust inside of her. Bianca’s eyes were closed, and her head fell back against his shoulder.

“Open your eyes, Bianca.” He waited until she dragged her eyes open. “Look at yourself. You don’t look weak or powerless, you look strong and powerful. Even tied up like you are, you’re not helpless, you’re in control.” Tony could feel her thighs trembling, her body shaking, and he knew just how close she was to coming. “You have the control to say what you like and don’t like. You have the power to stop me at any time. All you have to do is use your safe word, and it ends right now.” He stared at her reflection in the mirror. “But you don’t want it to end, do you?” When Bianca shook her head, he told her, “I want you to say it. Tell me you don’t want me to stop.” He quickened the thrust of his fingers in and out of her, increased the speed of the vibrator against her clit, and watched as her juices ran out of her and onto the seat.

“I don’t want you to stop…please. Don’t stop…”

“Do you want to come?” he whispered against her ear, and Bianca nodded her head frantically. “Say it.” His voice was low and firm.

“I want to come,” she whimpered. “Please…let me come.”

“Go ahead. Let go. Come for me.” Tony had barely gotten the words out before Bianca wailed, and her body shook almost violently as she climaxed.

“Keep your eyes open,” he demanded. “Watch yourself.” He could see Bianca struggling to do as he instructed. “That’s it,” he encouraged her. “Look at how beautiful you are when you come.”

Tony turned off the vibrator and let it drop to the floor. He wrapped both arms tightly around Bianca. With his face buried against her neck, he kissed along Bianca’s collarbone and continued to hold her until her breathing returned to normal.

“Subs aren’t subhuman, Bianca. They’re far from weak, and they sure as hell aren’t doormats. They don’t seek this lifestyle because they’re needy or insecure. They choose this way of life because it completes the person they are within. It eases the need, the hunger, and the cravings that can’t be satisfied any other way.”

He leaned Bianca forward just enough for him to stand up, and then he eased her backward until she rested against the leather seat back.

Tony picked up the other rope off the floor and tied it around Bianca’s left thigh. He pulled the rope through the round metal hand ring on one side of the seat back and wrapped it around the back and through the hand ring on the other side before he tied it to her right thigh.

Once he was finished, Tony stood back to study his work. What he saw made him catch his breath.

The way Bianca looked — undressed and uncovered with her legs pulled back and held open by the ropes, her pussy wet from her orgasm and ready for his touch again — was better than any dream, any fantasy he’d ever had about her. It was enough to make him come right then and there.

His eyes remained locked on hers as he removed his clothes. To her, his movements probably appeared calm and controlled. But inside, he barely held himself together as his body shouted for him to go faster, move quicker, work harder. Tony wanted her to wait for it, to feel the same ache and burn for it that he did. He ignored his own needs and continued to calmly undress. The effort to remain composed took more strength than he could have ever imagined.

When his sweatpants and shorts slid to the floor, he saw Bianca’s gaze drop down to his hard cock. A mixture of awe and amazement crossed her face. Her mouth opened, and he heard her sharp intake of breath. When her gaze met his again, it was ravenous and red-hot, and it made him feel like a fucking god.

“You see what you do to me?” Tony wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly stroked up and down the thick shaft. Bianca watched him, and she whimpered each time his thumb slid over the crown and wiped the moisture from the tip.

Tony moved so that he stood over Bianca. He leaned down and kissed a path from her lips to her breasts, where he leisurely sucked on the nipples until they were like hardened berries in his mouth.

With a final lick Tony slowly eased to the floor in front of the seat. He rested his upper body on the seat cushion so that his face was between her spread and bound legs.

He took a moment to just admire the sight of Bianca’s smooth pussy, the lips swollen and coated with her cream. Her rich, fragrant scent called to him, and his tongue flicked out and licked the slick pink folds.

His touch caused Bianca to hiss out a sharp breath. Tony continued to sample her. His tongue explored her; with every lick, he became more and more addicted to the sweet, honeyed taste of her.

“God, Tony…fuck!” Bianca’s voice rang out as she writhed against the restraints.

“Don’t worry. We will,” he promised, his voice rough and heavy with need. “But not yet.”

Tony returned to her pussy, and he feasted on her. His mouth continued to tease and torture until she screamed out in pleasure, and her juices flowed from her as she jerked and bucked on the seat.

“Oh, yeah…that’s it, baby. Show me how much you like it…how good it feels.” The sight, taste, and sound of Bianca, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, turned Tony on so much that he thought he would explode before he ever got inside of her.

Finally, Tony pulled back and reached for the strip of condoms he’d dropped on the floor. He ripped off one and dropped the rest back on the floor. Standing quickly, Tony sheathed his throbbing cock and then positioned his body so that he was straddling the edge of the seat facing Bianca.

He lined his cock up with Bianca’s opening and thrust forward, penetrating deep, causing her to moan loudly and drawing an answering moan from him. He stopped and took a deep breath, his control shaky and slipping fast — he’d wanted her too badly for too long. He reached underneath her spread legs to grip the hand rings behind her, and her legs rested on his forearms as his cock began to thrust in and out of her snug channel.

“Oh, God…so good…I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, baby,” he panted out. “Let me feel it.”

He watched her eyes dilate and her mouth open as she cried out, felt her body shake and her pussy ripple around his cock as she came again.

Tony barely slowed down as he continued to pound into her heat. His hunger for her made him relentless. The more he experienced her, the more he needed her, couldn’t get enough of her, refused to think about stopping and ending the pleasure of being buried deep within her.

Each time his orgasm neared, he forced it back and made himself wait, anticipating the release his body so desperately craved.

Suddenly, Bianca made a loud, shrieking sound, and Tony felt her sweat-slicked body tense, her pussy pulse around his cock once again.

“That’s it, baby,” he purred. “Just let it go.”

Bianca looked up at him, her eyes hot and needy, pleading with him, and his remaining control completely unraveled.

“Bianca!” he yelled, his hips snapping forward hard as he came. His orgasm raced from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and back again before cum shot out of his cock and into his condom.

The sound of their ragged breathing echoed through the room. Tony used the hand

rings to support himself and keep his weight off Bianca as he struggled to slow his pounding heart. He didn’t want to take the risk of hurting her while she was still tied up.

He leaned forward and gave her a deep, lingering kiss. When he opened his eyes, Bianca stared back at him.

“You okay?” Tony watched her carefully. He’d pushed her hard and rode her even harder. He needed to know that he hadn’t hurt her.

“Mmm-hmm.” She smiled, slow and easy. “I’m a little sore, but in a good way — and definitely in good places.”

Tony gave her another quick kiss before he stood. He removed his condom and tossed it in the trash before carefully untying her. Gently, he rubbed her wrists and legs where the rope had left the skin reddened and sensitive.

Tony looked up at Bianca. “Better?” When she nodded, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Laying her down, he looked into Bianca’s face. Eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady, her expression sated and serene, she looked like a very well-satisfied woman. He leaned over and kissed her closed eyelids, her nose, her lips, before he settled back on the pillow and simply admired her.

God, she was fucking incredible. For a person who claimed that she wasn’t into submission and bondage, Bianca had responded better than some women he knew who were supposed to be experienced in it. She readily and eagerly took everything he gave her without a single complaint or a moment of hesitation. Her willingness only reaffirmed his belief that Bianca was made for this lifestyle.

“When did you come to the US?” he asked, suddenly wanting to know everything about her, wanting to listen to her voice as she told him about her life, loving the way her accent made her words lyrical when she spoke.