“I’m going to chain you to the bed and have my way with you.” Chuckling, he dropped the lube to the bed.
“Chain me to the bed?”
“Don’t you trust me, baby?” He held up the restraints seeing her swallow. Her throat looked so pretty when she swallowed, and he’d felt the way her throat tightened around his cock.
“I trust you. Erm, cuffs, don’t you think that’s a bit much?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. I promise I will do everything you love.”
She bit her lip still unsure.
“I’m not a total monster, Cheryl. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop, remove the cuffs, and then I’ll f**k you without you being chained to the bed.”
“Okay,” She lay down on the bed, giving herself to him. The submission she displayed made him fall in love with her more.
“You’re not going to fight me more?” he asked.
“No, I trust you. I’ve loved everything you’ve done to me so far.”
Butch stood at the base of the bed looking up her body. She looked so beautiful, pure even, with her hair across his pillow. From the first moment he saw her, he was kicked in the gut by the rawness of her person. Was it their personalities?
He caressed her ankle watching her response. She didn’t pull away from him. Cheryl stayed perfectly relaxed with her hands by her side.
“Put your hands up above your head and spread them out.”
Waiting for her to do what he asked, he walked the length of the bed, sliding his fingers up her thigh.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I love the way your body responds to me. You know your master.”
Securing one wrist, he saw his dilemma. He only had one set of cuffs. “Bring your other hand closer.” He fitted the cuffs through the bed post and secured her other wrist. Tucking a pillow under her head, he went back to the base. Opening her thighs wide, he pushed her knees up. Taking another pillow, he slotted it underneath her ass, which showed her cunt off to perfection.
“I’d ask you to touch yourself, but you can’t.”
She laughed.
Smiling along with her, he knelt on the bed. Stroking his length, he was rock hard already. He slid his c**k through the lips of her sex. The foreskin was pulled back, revealing the glistening tip. He pushed back and forward, hitting her cl*t and withdrawing. Each touch of her cl*t had her jerking in response. He loved the way her tits shook with each movement.
“You’re so responsive.”
“Please, Butch, stop torturing me.”
“I will when I’m ready.” He watched her lips spread open around his cock. She was so small compared to him. Her cl*t peeked out from its hood, begging to be touched. “You’re going to have to learn, Cheryl, that I like to be in charge. You can’t order me around, not in the bedroom.” He stayed silent as he slid back and forward over her clit. It would be so easily to slide further down and f**k her. Butch forced himself to not do that.
He didn’t want her pregnant immediately. Children would come in time.
Cheryl growled with frustration. The way he had her open to him, she couldn’t move away from him.
“Do you want to come, babe?”
“You know I do.”
Caressing her body, he reached up to pinch her ni**les.
“Please, Butch, f**k me.”
“I’m not wearing a condom.”
“I don’t care. Stop torturing me.”
He chuckled. Pulling away from the bed, he grabbed a condom from the drawer full he’d bought. Tearing into the foil, he fitted it over his c**k and moved back to the bed. Without waiting for her to respond, he slid in deep. She cried out, arching up. Pressing a hand to her stomach, he kept her in place as he f**ked her. He moved in and out of her. Her pu**y tightened around him as he f**ked her. Butch had no intention of reaching cl**ax. His only desire was for her to get to the brink.
Licking and sucking at her ni**les, he stroked inside her tight warmth. Reaching between them, he worked her clit. Gliding his fingers over her nub had her pu**y tightening around him. Her body shook and when she started to tense up, he pulled away. Withdrawing from her body, he moved to the head of the bed. Quickly removing the cuffs from one wrist, he spun her onto her knees and secured the cuffs back in place. She didn’t get a chance to fight him as he had her in place in a matter of moments.
“Get on your knees.”
She did as he ordered. Climbing back on the bed, he grabbed the tube of lubrication and squirted enough to coat his fingers. There was plenty in the tube, but he slid his digits over her ass. Cheryl tightened immediately.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to take care of you. Remember, trust me.”
He took his time, applying the lube to her ass. Butch pressed one finger inside her knuckle deep. In and out, he slowly worked the digit past the tight muscles. He heard her breathing slowly, in time with his ministrations. Watching her ass take his finger was turning him the f**k on. Her ass was red from the slaps he’d given her. The smell of her cream made his mouth water. Cheryl was amazing. He couldn’t believe he’d found heaven in her.
After she took the first finger without tensing, he started to use the second finger. He took his time, making sure she was with him the whole way. Caressing her back, he ignored the need to simply take her ass and f**k her. This wasn’t a quick tumble he wanted. Butch wanted for her to enjoy what he was doing to her, relish it even. He’d take his time, however much she needed to love it.
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How could having two fingers in her ass feel so wonderful? She’d never been curious about anal sex, or even searched for ways to try it. The times Butch touched her ass she’d felt something strange, something different. The pleasure was there, but it seemed multiplied somehow. None of her reactions made sense, at least to her they didn’t.
His fingers inside her went deeper, and she tightened her muscles around his invading digit. She didn’t want him to stop.
“Take my fingers, baby. I’m going to add a third one. Don’t tense up. I’m not going to hurt you. This is going to make you feel good.”
Closing her eyes, she expelled a breath. The cheeks of her ass were warm from the hard spanking he gave her. She loved the way he was taking care of her, even down to when she called herself names. Cheryl wasn’t stupid and knew she wasn’t the most beautiful or the slenderest of women. There was nothing that made her stand out from the crowd. The only reason she felt any different was the way Butch stared at her. He didn’t look through or past her like a lot of men did. His gaze focused on her all the time. When he stared at her, she felt like they were the only two people in the world and nothing bad could touch them.