The Devil's Good Intentions (9 page)

Resting his eyes on the taut nipples upon her breasts, he licked his lips in anticipation. Again he felt the rush of being able to stare at any given spot for as long as he desired, without feeling as though he was being judged. He felt the power of control as he focused on her bound wrists and had to stifle a groan.

Leaning down, he flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue, touching nothing else of her. She flinched and tried to turn her torso away from him. He allowed it.

Running his finger down her spine, he delighted in her shudder as he smoothed his hand across her butt cheek when he reached the bottom.

“
Please stop” She pleaded weakly as he traced his finger back up her spine.

He feasted his eyes on her breast again and leaned over her to take it into his mouth. Flicking his tongue back and forth over her nipple, he then sucked in a mouthful of the tip of her perfect breast.

Holding her breath, he could sense that she was fighting the lust that he was stirring within her. He watched her face as her body started to react to him and saw the battle written all over it.

When he released her breast, he pushed her onto her back once more and moved to hover over her. He waited a long while before touching her, letting the anticipation build.

Her body had taken on a darker hue and her breathing was uneven. Several times he saw her nibble at her bottom lip and then quickly stop when she realized what she was doing. She had moved her face to the side, as though that could hide her from him and then scowled when he continued to hover but nothing else.

Finally, he leaned his face so that it was right above hers and breathed over her cheek, causing her to blush when she realized that his face must be right over hers. Kissing her lips ever so gently, he moved down on her and covered every inch of her skin with kisses and love nips. Her breathing had grown much more intense and her muscles were flexing underneath his touch. When he scooted down further and took hold of her thighs, her muscles tensed and a whimper escaped from her throat. Spreading her legs wide open to expose her mound to him, she cried out at the action and started to struggle against his hold. Firmly holding her legs apart, he lowered his face to hover over her mound, but not to touch it. He purposely breathed onto it so she would know that he was close enough that he could simply reach out his tongue and lick her if he wanted to. Again he stayed like that for a while.

He alternated between watching her face and memorizing every feature of her perfect plump lips. He knew that she must be horrified that he was exposing her to him in such a manner, especially since those perfect plump lips of hers were glistening with her arousal. Every once in a while he would see her muscles around her tight opening flex under his scrutiny and then she would quickly bite her lip as though to hold back a plea or moan.

When he felt that neither he nor she could take the suspense much longer, he flicked out his tongue and ran it slowly from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top. She shivered and moaned beneath him. Sinking his tongue deeper into her folds, he flicked at her bud before sucking it between his lips. She was close to panting now which caused him to smile against her mound, deliberately pressing his lips into her so that she knew he was enjoying her response. He toyed with her for a while, bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then pulling away to simply watch as she twitched and clenched her pussy beneath him. When she broke out into a sweat and started making the sweetest sounds he had ever heard, he decided it was a good time to remind her that she was completely dependent on him to give her whatever outcome he chose for her. She needed to be put into her place.

Burying his tongue into her pussy once more, he licked his way up to kiss her bud before sitting up, releasing her legs and removing himself from the bed.

Although his cock was glistening with pre-cum and he had an over-powering need to take her, he managed to walk over to the sitting area, pick up the plate that she had hurled at him earlier and seat himself down to finish his coffee. Once his coffee was done, he went to wash up.

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Katherine’s body was on fire. She felt her muscles spasming with the need he had driven into her. Her breasts were tingling. Her skin was aflame. Her entire body was humming for release and it was taking every ounce of will power to not beg him to come back to the bed and finish what he had started.

She was pretty sure he was in the seating area and wondered if he sat there watching her, or if he had gotten bored and decided to leave her to cool down while he finished his breakfast. Why didn’t he at least pleasure himself with her before leaving? He had started something that only he could finish, how could he just walk away like that? She was horrified at what he was doing to her at first, but then she felt her senses flame out of control and the only thing that existed was his touch. She found herself wondering if he would use his lips, teeth, or his fingers next and then would wonder where he would touch her next. Was he looking at her face, breasts or her mound? Was he as turned on as she was? Now that she knew he was nowhere near her, she wondered why she hadn’t been more firm in her protests and if she had, would he have listened? Did she want him to? He was right that she wanted him in such a shameful manner, was this his way of proving his point? Should she be angry right now instead of eager for him to touch her again? When he spread her legs, did he like what he saw or was he disgusted by her obvious arousal? By teasing her, the way he had, was that his way of mocking her? And even more disturbing was that every minute that he was away from her, she felt her body growing more and more restless with lust.

She cried out when she felt the tip of his teeth clamp down on her nipple and then the gentle kiss to ease the pain. How did he get over to the bed without her hearing him? How long had been standing there?

Again she felt the bed dip down and him move between her legs. He leaned over her and it sounded as though he took a pillow. That was confirmed when he lifted her hips and placed the pillow beneath her lower back. Gripping her ankles, he lifted her legs straight up into the air and then clasped both ankles in one hand while pushing them forward. He kept her in that position for what felt like ages. Even though she was blind folded, she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip. Her legs trembled beneath his grip and to her utter embarrassment; she felt a trickle of her arousal drip down, past her anus and onto the sheet. When she felt his shaft prodding at her opening, she held her breath. She wanted this so badly. She wanted him to thrust inside her and join their bodies together. She wanted him wild in his love making like he was the night before. She heard the wanton sounds escaping from her mouth as he held his position and couldn’t control her response to him no matter how hard she tried to fight it. He slowly slid his shaft up her slit so that the crown of his cock rested on her nub, before slowly sliding it down again. The walls of her pussy clenched in anticipation and she knew that he could see her reaction, making her face flush. He moved his shaft against her again and then again as though it was his fingers caressing her. Applying a little more pressure, he circled his shaft around her bud causing her to cry out his name. She was just on the tip of ecstasy once again and her body was crying out for release. He had removed his shaft from her again but still held her legs together and pushed back, so that her mound was still exposed to his eyes. She almost exploded with need and opened her mouth to tell him to quit his slow torture, but instead heard herself crying out “Salvador Please!”

She was instantly impaled by his primitive thrust and cried out again as he thrashed into her with a wild frenzy. She couldn’t hold back her cries, feeling every thrust send a wave of raw need throughout her body. The more she cried out the more aggressive he became. When he let go of her ankles, she automatically wrapped them around his back as he leaned over her and continued his sensual assault. She could feel his eyes burning into her but didn’t care at that moment if he was watching her, in fact it added to the excitement of not knowing. He suddenly threw her legs off of him and pushed her onto her side. Pushing her top leg forward, he held her there as his other hand clenched onto to her butt cheek. Her mound was exposed to him from behind and she felt him slam into her once again. Crying out his name, her body trembled at the mixture of pain and pleasure he was inflicting on her. He had placed her in such a position that he was able to plunge himself so deep into her that he was filling her right up to the hilt. He must have known he was hurting her slightly, when she tried to move herself out of that position, but she ceased her struggles and cried out when she felt the palm of his hand slap down on her rump as he continued to thrust himself into her. Although she felt pain, it was heavily laced with pleasure and the mixture of the senses set her body on fire, making her feel as though she was going to lose her mind. Every time he would slam into her just a little too roughly, making her flinch away from him, he would spank her while continuing his assault. She had such an incredible pressure along the walls of her pussy and felt her muscles tensing around his shaft while he drilled into her, but instead of that pressure finding it’s way to release, it steadily built up to the point that if she didn’t find release soon she thought she might faint. Stars burst beneath her eyelids and her body exploded when he reached down and thumbed her bud, hard. Incoherent sounds came out of her as her body rode the waves of her incredible orgasm. Every single muscle danced within her body, her blood boiled in her veins and her skin shivered in pure delight. Her senses had never been so alive, but the intensity of it all threatened to drown her. Right before she thought the waves had passed, he smack her butt cheek hard and then gripped onto it as his body tensed and twitched against her, setting off another wave of pure pleasure.

Salvador could feel the adrenaline racing through his veins right along side the flames licking at his skin. Opening his eyes, he shivered with pure power at the site of his Katherine clenching and unclenching her fists where they were bound together. Her face was flush and damp with perspiration beyond her blindfold. Her mouth was slightly open while little exotic moaning sounds sang from her lips. A bead of sweat dripped off her breast, running its length down towards her navel. Her butt cheek was bright pink from where he had spanked her and his own cock was still buried deep inside of her, still twitching with the intense orgasm that would not relent. She was the most erotic sight that he had ever seen and if not for their early departure plans, he would opt to keep her bound and blind folded throughout the day.

He had watched her fight her desire for him through every step of the way. He knew she had cheated herself from fully enjoying the moment. Her body had responded beautifully to his ministrations but her stubborn mind insisted she remain the lady. He refused to give her what she would not admit to wanting – needing – until she could finally admit to herself that he was right and that she did desire him. If he would have given in before that, she would have passed this whole experience off as rape, just so she could live comfortably in her self-denial and delusions. He was so fired up at one point that he was preparing to jerk himself off to relieve the tension and just as he gave himself the first stroke, she cried out for him pleading for more and that’s when he lost it. Finally he had won and even more than that, his victory was hers. He saw now that she would walk away with bruises, but nothing to throw a red flag at. He was rarely one for slow love making. He lived to dominate inside and outside of his bed and the rougher the better. He would worry for his sweet Kat, but he saw how frantic with need she would become with each crushing thrust and knew that she would not accept anything less.

Another matter was her temper. He was her husband, Lord and Master and he would not tolerate physical abuse from his wife. If she had something to say she could say it, but throwing things at him and smacking him across the face was not acceptable. He too had a temper and if she did so at the wrong time, he would most certainly smack her back or worse. The last thing he ever wanted was to lose control of his temper, especially when it was aimed at her. She needed to learn this very quickly. He would take care of her in every manner possible, however he expected obedience. He wasn’t so shallow to look for blind obedience. He respected her opinion and independent nature, but after hearing her reasoning, if he wasn’t agreed on it then he expected her to obey him – with or without the grumbles.

Katherine stirred beneath him and buried her face into the mattress as much as the binds would allow her to. She could never hide from him.

He leaned over her with his cock still planted deep within her and kissed her nipple, causing her to flinch before he straightened up and pulled out. She immediately tucked her knees into her belly giving the illusion of a helpless child, he knew better. Her war was with her pride and not with him.

Crawling over to sit beside her head, he watched as her face grew a darker shade of red and grinned to himself. He liked his kitten defeated to the knowledge that she was at his mercy. He was not a cruel man and did not get off on hurting others, but this was not a deliberate cruelty, this was a lesson that was needed. He would not have her accusing him every step of the way that he was forcing his body and will on her and that he was a devil because of it. He knew he was a devil but would not allow her to use that as an excuse to hide behind her mask of proprietary.