Chained (When Bondage Meets Innocence) (3 page)

“
Even if I might enjoy them,” she said breathlessly, “how would I know?”

Damien chuckled. “I could help you,” he said.

“
I don’t even know you,” Krista replied.

“
You know me in all the ways that count,” Damien said seductively.

Krista dug down, trying to find her backbone.

“
I don’t know anything about you other than that you’re well endowed because I’m a little sore, and that you get off on raping women. Sure I’m a freak for eating it up, but you were fully committed before you ever found out I was into it. You cut me with a knife,” she said pulling away from him.

Damien sighed in frustration. Truthfully, he was surprised he even had a chance to talk to her again. He couldn’t tell her that Hannah, her best friend, had told him about her fantasies. His only option was to do something rash and hope she responded as amazingly as yesterday. He reached out and grabbed her, spinning her around as he pulled her forcefully against his chest.

“
Did you like it?” Damien asked. “Do you think I would have done it if I hadn’t known that you would?”

“
Let go of me you psycho,” Krista said, pounding her fists on his firm chest. “How could you know? Do I look like a twisted, depraved freak?”

Damien grabbed her arms, pushed them behind her back and held them with one hand as Krista struggled against his chest. He had no choice. He was going to have to tell her about Hannah. She might not ever forgive either one of them for exposing her innermost thoughts.

“
Just be still for a second,” Damien said, “Let me explain.”

“
Explain what?” Krista asked, still struggling. “Explain that you’re fucking crazy, that I’m am? What exactly are you going to explain?

Damien silenced her with a kiss and ground his aching cock against her. This was going to backfire. He just knew it. Unfortunately, he was too far gone to care. His erection had plagued him ever since she walked into the bar and ordered a drink. And when she’d confessed that she had masturbated with his knife, he’d thought he would bust a nut right then. He had to do something to get her to stop talking herself out of what they both knew was right.

All Damien’s skill went into the kiss as he nipped playfully at her bottom lip and ran his tongue against it. Krista moaned softly, opening to him. He could feel her resistance slipping and slid his tongue into her mouth, caressing her from the inside out. He tangled his free hand in her long hair and groaned as she started to kiss him back.

“
You are so fucking hot,” he said against her mouth.

“
I’d love to say the same,” Krista said sarcastically, despite the fact that she was grinding against him with her lips melded to his mouth, “but I’ve never seen your face.”

He pulled her hair, wrenching her head back so he could kiss her neck. “Doesn’t seem to matter,” he murmured against her throat as she leaned into him.

“
It should,” Krista said, wishing she could summon the ability to think. Every time he touched her, the deep ache inside her became her only focus. She didn’t even know who she was becoming, reduced to this burning, aching need.

Damien let go of Krista’s arms, reached under the back of her shirt and unsnapped her bra with deft fingers and a flick of his wrist.

“
What if somebody comes?” Krista asked when she realized what he was doing.

“
That’s part of the risk,” Damien said, “knowing that I’m doing this to you, right out in the open, a club full of people right around the corner. You like the risk, Krista. It makes your heart beat faster and your pussy wet. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Damien pulled the shirt up and over Krista’s shoulders, taking the bra with it and exposing her breasts. There wasn’t much light, but the exit sign at the back door glinted off the sweat decorating her skin. His mouth closed around her nipple, and she gasped. Flash fire traveled down to her pussy and she knew it was getting wet. He bit her nipple sucking hard, tearing a cry from her throat.

“
You make me do things I wouldn’t usually do,” Krista said. “Why do you affect me that way?”

“
Who knows?” Damien replied while teasing her breasts with his tongue. “Honestly, I’ve never felt this way either. I pride myself on staying in control. But already, I can feel it slipping away. I want to push you against the wall and fuck you until you can’t stand or turn you around and introduce my dick to your lovely ass.”

A thrill zinged through Krista’s body with each word, even the part about her ass. She had never even considered anal sex before. She squeezed her legs tightly together as the mental picture of him bending her over and pushing into her untried hole burned through her mind.

While he was talking, Damien took a second to re-strategize. If he wasn’t careful, this was all going to end up like yesterday. He had to slow it down. With the largest measure of control he could muster, he began to tease her, touching her softly, avoiding her breasts and her pussy, stroking everywhere else. The idea was to drive her wild, but take things slow enough that he wouldn’t lose control – again. It seemed easy enough, but with each touch, he felt an electric zing that started at his finger tips and went straight to his dick.

“
Please,” Krista said. “I’m going to jump out of my skin if you don’t touch me soon.”

“
I am touching you,” Damien said. Her begging was just this side of painful. Of course she couldn’t know the effect she had on him. Maybe one day, but today, she was still mostly innocent of his world.

“
Yes, but I mean really touch me,” Krista said as Damien’s hand inched slowly up her thigh.

“
Anticipation changes everything, makes it more – better. Don’t you want it to be better?” Damien asked a teasing note to his voice.

“
Can it get better?” she asked. “I mean last night was amazing, so good it may have actually changed who I am, or at least who I thought I was. How much better could it be?”

“
You have no idea,” Damien said, chuckling. With that he picked her up and carried her over to the speaker he knew was in the corner. It was hard to tell exactly where it was in the dark so he moved slowly. Kissing her deeply on the mouth, he felt around for it with his foot. When his toe hit the speaker, he set her down in front of it.

Dropping to his knees, Damien unbuttoned Krista’s pants and pushed them down as far as they would go. Unfortunately, skinny jeans weren’t exactly made for this type of encounter. Swearing under his breath, he reached down and pulled off one of her shoes. After easing one leg out of her pants, he decided that was enough. She didn’t need to be naked, just accessible.

Damien pushed Krista until she leaned against the speaker as he knelt in front of her. Starting on the inside of her naked leg, he grazed the side of her knee with his teeth, then licked soothingly. He moved up her leg, about an inch and repeated the process. This time he bit down a little harder and she moaned softly.

Damien worked his way slowly up her thigh, biting a bit harder each time, before soothing the ache with his tongue. Krista’s moans grew progressively louder and he was thankful that the club always kept the music loud. When he finally got to the top of her leg, he took a deep breath and blew a stream of cool air across her clit, smiling to himself when she gripped his shoulders.

“
Please stop teasing me,” Krista begged. “I can’t take it. I’ve never felt so tied up inside. It’s like an ocean wave, going higher and higher, but never cresting. I need to come. Please!”

Damien took pride in his ability to draw out a woman’s pleasure. Most women were so focused on getting to the finish line, they never realized how intense the pleasure could actually be. They didn’t realize the pressure could be built layer upon layer, over and over. He called it an endless orgasm and to get it just right required finesse and experience. It was a system of taking a woman right to the edge and then pulling her back before she could come, over and over and over. Each time, the edge went a little higher. Towards the end, all it took was a flick of his fingers on a woman’s clit for her entire existence to explode. That was his favorite part. Watching it ripple out in endless convulsions.

“
Please, please, pleeeeease,” Krista moaned. “I’m so close. It feels like there’s fire running through my body instead of blood. I need you. I need to feel you inside me. Something.”

Krista was getting close. Damien could feel it in her restless hands and the near panicked sound of her voice. It was time to open up a few more possibilities. He reached up with his right hand and pushed his thumb into her mouth.

When Damien felt Krista’s warm, wet mouth enclose his finger, he mentally cursed this idea. His dick was going to fall off. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Who knew she could do things like that with her mouth? As she wrapped her tongue around his finger, stroking it up and down, he thought he would die. How embarrassing would it be to come in his pants like a teenage boy? He hissed as she nipped the side of his finger playfully and then caressed it with the tip of her tongue.

Playtime was over. Damien was done. He pulled his thumb from her mouth and eased it into her asshole. At the same time, he pushed two fingers inside her dripping pussy and sucked hard on her clit. Krista’s body convulsed around his fingers as an orgasmic scream echoed in the small hallway. She grabbed his head and held him in place, grinding her pussy into his face as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

When the convulsions subsided, Damien removed his fingers and reached into his pocket, grabbing a condom. He quickly unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his hips. After unrolling the condom on his erection, he stood, and pulled Krista to her feet.

“
I need you,” he said kissing her savagely, swallowing her moan of agreement.

Damien tore his mouth away from hers, spun her around and bent her over the speaker. As he gently pushed his thumb back into her ass, he decided it wasn’t ready yet. With a groan, he thrust forward, sheathing his cock all the way in her dripping pussy. He began slamming into her, his finger pushing in and out of her second hole with the same tempo. Barely hanging onto his control, Damien concentrated on opening her up.

“
Oh my god!” Krista said, sensation overloading her brain. She had never felt anything like this. It was so intense, so many different sensations – the course fabric of the speaker against her face, the amazing cock, even the finger sliding in and out of her ass. She hadn’t thought she had another orgasm in her, but the pressure was building again.

Damien grabbed a big chunk of Krista’s long hair with his free hand and wound it around his wrist, using it for leverage. A sharp pull lifted her off the speaker as his cock pounded deep inside her relentlessly.

“
Do you like that Krista?” Damien asked her, pushing her against the wall.

There was no use denying it. He was invading her body, taking it over and making it his. It didn’t matter that Krista had never had anything in her ass before. He played her body like a concert pianist. Her second orgasm was building and she knew he could tell.

“
Yes,” Krista said with a shudder. She didn’t want to like it, but she did. She liked his hand in her hair, pulling sharply enough to force her breath through her teeth as pussy cream ran down her leg. She liked being forced against the wall, with nowhere to go, no give as he thrust into her openings with long, sure strokes. She liked everything.

“
Say it again. Tell me you want me.” Damien said.

“
I do,” Krista responded, her fingers scratching against the wall. “You’re amazing.”

“
Tell me you like the way I fuck,” Damien growled.

Damien stilled when she didn’t say anything. “Say it Krista. You love the way my dick feels inside you.”

For several seconds, nothing moved and the only sound was of them both breathing hard, the noise of the club a minor detail. Finally Krista gave in.

Taking a deep breath, she said. “I love your dick and the way you fuck me.”

“
That’s it baby,” Damien said as he pulled out and slammed back into her with all of his strength. He drove into her again, pounding her pussy against the wall.

As he filler her up over and over, Krista cried out. Damien slowed his thrust. Now was the time. Her orgasm was so close her legs were shivering. He pulled his dick out of her and let go of her hair. Leaning his body into hers, he whispered in her ear.

“
Tell me to fuck your ass Krista. Tell me to fill you up like no one ever has.” Damien held his breath. She was ready. He had warmed her up so good, taking his time to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her. He was losing control and wanted to claim this piece of her first. He wanted to feel that this one part of her was his, completely.

Krista cried out in frustration as she felt him draw away. She was so close. “Take it, please. Fuck my ass. I just need you inside me,” she said with a sob. “I’m so close.”

Damien carefully positioned himself at her anal entrance and reached around putting his hand in front of her clit. When Krista took a breath, Damien bit her, hard, on the back of her neck. He thrust deeply into her ass all the while grinding the heel of his hand on her clit.

Krista screamed as her body filled simultaneously with pleasure and pain. Her body convulsed, the orgasm tearing through her, as he slowly pulled out and then thrust deep inside again. She’d thought he would go slow, had secretly dreaded the prospect of postponing her orgasm.