Charity's Passion (12 page)

There’s a loud crack that echoes in the hallway from his open hand smacking my ass between the thrusts his pelvis. “Try again,” he orders, already sounding like he’s lost his breath to the heat of the moment.

As instructed, I try again. I get the numbers all wrong, but honestly it was on purpose this time. I just want one more smack to feel the sting seeping through my thighs and Justin doesn’t disappoint. My ass vibrates as I squeal at the wall he fucking me into.

I don’t wait for him to tell me again; I punch the numbers in quickly and the door opens. I want in now. I want him to use me until he can’t move, until he’s gasping for air, clutching his chest, and his cock is twitching and exhausted.

All this time, my hair is still in his hand and he’s still using it to drive me wherever he wants me to go. Through the wall of glass I see the night sky speckled with city lights and I wonder if anyone can see us, if they will watch. Justin moves me straight to the harness swing closest to the windows and I climb into it impatiently. I want whatever he’s about to do to me. Opening my legs exposed my wet thighs to the cool air in the room and makes me aware of every inch of myself.

“Don’t move,” Justin orders. “I’ll be right back.”

My eyes follow him to the wall. There are so many things there but from the harness, the only thing I can clearly see is his gorgeous ass. He takes what he wants in deliberate, stabbing grabs and returns to my side of the room.

The first thing I notice is a blindfold dangling through his fingers and my heart skips a beat. He puts the items down except for the strip of cloth and quickly wraps it around my head, blacking out everything completely. The last things I see are his eyes warning me that he is about to fuck my brains out.

Next, I hear what I think is a roll of tape, but before I can ask to be sure, Justin covers my mouth with a piece. My hands are next, taped firmly to the chains of the harness.

I won’t know what’s coming, or when—I’m at his mercy. The warrior within me is excited and ready for battle, her drumming makes my clit throb to the pulsing beat.

Something comes to life with a loud buzzing that sounds intense and almost angry. My curious mind reels, wondering what is about to happen to me, what pleasures I’m about to experience.

Justin touches my desperate pussy, his warm fingers getting me ready. His thumb swirls around my swollen trigger and I’m already fighting the urge to thrust my hips.

Something happens now that I'm not sure I can explain, it's like being pinched without my skin being pulled or twisted. It stings and I jump like a startled cat, but I quickly realize it hadn’t hurt me so much as it had been an unexpected startle.

Justin puts his toy back against my flesh, understanding from my body and the low grunts of sound that I make through the tape that I want him to keep going. He has it on my arm as a trial to see how I will react, and I know if it's too much he will stop. I let any fears drift away.

I understand what it’s doing now. There is a low level of electricity prickling at my skin. It’s not enough to hurt me, but it's certainly something that makes itself known in an un-ignorable way. Justin slides it up my arm while my stiff clit pops from under his thumb, then down my heaving chest.

Explosions of air burst in and out of my nose as I try to keep my breath.

He’s slowly heading for my nipple with this new toy, and I have no way to know what level of sting this is going to offer me. I’m nearly erupting with anticipation. I trust him that he will not hurt me, so this can only be good. His hand moves so slowly that I want to scream at him.

Between my legs, with his thumb still circling my hard clit through the wetness, I feel two of his fingers push into me and attack my G-spot. Without any thought I let go of the chains to grab his hand and push it in deeper, forgetting that I’m taped and cannot move.

He laughs at me, and the sound of it pulls more wetness from my insides.

Suddenly my right nipple is engulfed in a mind-numbing fire, making it instantly harder than it's ever been, aching and throbbing, demanding to be sucking or pinched—or both.

Jesus Fucking Christ!

I want to cum. Justin’s fingers ram in and out of me while he runs his toy around my entire nipple. Pleasure and pain mix in a whole new way for me until finally the short stabs of electricity move off my breast and down my stomach, and I feel my abdominal muscles contracting against it defensively. When he moves to my side, into the tender, ticklish place under my ribs, my legs fail. This thing lights my body up and makes every bit of me count.

“I knew this would put you over the edge,” his sexy voice tells me. “I couldn’t wait to make you cum with it.” As he talks, he runs it down one thigh and up the other.

FUCK! It drives me wild. My orgasm is coming in hard and fast, like the approaching thunder of a galloping horse.

The sting moves back up my other side. I know if he touches my other nipple with it, I will explode. There’s no doubt; I’m so close to cumming already and in the darkness of the blindfold my imagination is running wild. I can visualize my cum running in a river over his fingers and forearm, dripping from his elbow.

“You want it on your nipples again, don’t you?” He asks, teasing me.

I nob my head in tight jabs, using my body language where my voice can’t go this time. I want that. I really fucking want it.

The thundering horse races closer and streams of my fluids are gushing from me. It’s happening now and nothing can stop it. The electric toy jumps to my left nipple quickly; Justin doesn’t want to miss his cue. Somehow my nipples grow even harder, feeling like they might split open on my chest.

My pussy bursts. Muffled screams rip at the tape holding my mouth shut. My swollen G-spot and clit convulse and my climax bucks at the harness, fucking at him in the darkness, straining the chains holding me in the air. The more frustrated I get at not being able to yell, the louder and harder I try to let it out. His strong, wet fingers slip in and out of me until my contractions begin to slow and my screams become moans he will never hear.

When he knows my orgasm has drifted off into blissful aftermath, he slowly moves the stinging electric toy around me again, touching the sensitive places on my body that want to fight back against the overload of pleasure. I jump and twitch like a puppet.

Justin finally lets me recover, and once my breath is caught he pulls his hand away from my satisfied woman parts and I believe I can relax. The toy vanishes and the hum of it disappears as he turns it off. I let my legs dangle off the tiny seat wondering if he will take me now, climb on top of me and have me, but suddenly something smooth glides through my folds, dragging my thick wetness down to my ass.

There’s no unneeded niceness. Justin pushes the small toy into my ass with a grunt that tells me how turned on the sight makes him. I can’t see it, but I’m sure I felt silky hairs hanging from the toy as if I have a tail.

“I cannot wait to be inside you,” he growls. “My heart is racing and my world is dizzy with desire for you. As always, you are the one tied up, but I am the prisoner.” He tweaks one of my still recovering nipples and it screams through my whole being.

That damn sexy voice of his sounds slightly further away now, and then I feel his hot tongue between my tender folds, teasing me with what will inevitably follow. He dips into my heat for a deep taste, sucking the flavor out of me, savoring me. I don’t have to see to know that his hard cock just got harder and thicker.

His tongue runs straight up to my sensitive clit and it springs the life right back into my desire. Circles of wet pressure swirl around me and suck the spear tip of my warrior from her hood and I am ready for another battle. Justin drags his flattened tongue across it and I tingle, clutching the toy buried in my ass. Justin takes a hold of its silk tassels and he gives the toy a tug. With my body is squeezing around it and its plug-like shape, it holds in me despite his light pulling. He lets his other hand dig into my thigh; his fingertips invade my flesh and send chills to my core.

He laps at me with excited attention, making sure to swallow every drop my uncontrollable body has to offer him. The regular thumping begins inside my soul and I know I will cum again soon. One of his hands disappears and the toy threatens my ass again, wiggling and giving me chills that defy the heart and sweat covering me. I’m already hoping Justin will know exactly when to really yank on it.

Without offering me any warning, his mouth leaves me and my whole body is shaking in the swing. It feels like he’s climbing on with me and then that’s exactly what he’s doing. Justin’s thickness seeks out my wet heat and softly burrows into me and once again I am uselessly shouting at the tape on my mouth. My clenching grips at his massive cock and the toy in my ass and I imagine what we look like right now to anyone seeing us through our windows. I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels in, slamming him into me harder while his grunting fills my ears.

Every inch of him glides in and out of me from hilt to tip over and over relentlessly, demanding my climax. The feel of his hot body mastering me drives me back to the edge. I can’t tell him to faster or slower, this is all him, his pace, his needs, and I bask in the freedom of not having to make a decision. My hands hold the chains they are taped to and my legs pump as fast as they can to keep up with Justin’s hips.

I’m cumming again, huge waves of relief roll over me until Justin somehow manages to reach under me and grasp the tassels on the toy and the relief completely dissipates into the mind-numbing, fuck me like a dog, passion. This time he’s not just playing with the toy, not just testing its limit; this time Justin keeps the pressure coming and all of my convulsing and squeezing cannot stop it from opening me. His manhood pounds me as I gush beneath him.

Finally the toy slips completely out of me just as the last of the climactic waves crash through the rising bliss. Justin pulls out of me and climbs off the harness. The ripping sound of the tape fills the room as he unbinds my hands. He is extra careful removing the tape from my mouth, and the first thing he does then is press his strong lips to mine as if he’d been starving himself by having them covered.

Effortlessly, Justin lifts me from the harness without breaking our kiss and I pull the blindfold off my head. His tongue gently enters my mouth and finds my tongue waiting eagerly for his while his arms hold me up in his embrace. He lays me down gently on the floor and I spread my yearning legs for him, feeling him fall between them and fill the valley of my body. Justin trembles under the strain of trying to contain himself and pace his fervor. Even with my thighs squeezing him tightly I cannot settle him.

There is only one thing that will ease his desire, and I’m going to see that he gets it.

My hand feels its way down his hard, glistening body and easily finds his swollen cock, grabbing it and pulling it closer to my face until I can shove it into my mouth. My other hand slides under his balls until I feel them resting on my wrist and my middle finger has penetrated the very opening of his ass.

And I suck him hard, jerking the base of his cock toward my hot lips. Both hands work him and the surprised fire in his eyes gives way to utter pleasure.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” He screams before his voice cuts out. Suddenly every muscle striation is showing, every vein in his body is popping up in his flesh and he is swept away. Without anything to hold on to, his fists pound and thunder against his thighs.

This is what he deserves; his explosion hits while I insist on sucking harder, jerking him faster. I push my finger just slightly deeper into his ass and use my wrist to press the underside of his balls. Gushes of him fill my mouth. I work to swallow, but there is no way to keep it all in—and no need. Cum bursts from my lips and runs down my chin and Justin screams again at the sight of it, punching his legs again while it seems as if his climax has gone to a second level.

For a moment he stops breathing, seized in ecstasy. Convulsions continue until there is nothing squirting into my mouth at all anymore and his body seems to relax. I remove the hand beneath him, but I keep sucking and stroking him until he fully regains himself enough to pull away and collapse next to me.

I wipe my hand across my chin feeling utterly accomplished and satisfied, and I roll onto him with my arm over his rippling stomach while we relax for a few moments.

“You know you’ll have to shower all over again,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice.

I smile back. “Totally fucking worth it!”

LAYING HERE IN OUR
bed after Justin has properly fucked my brains out, he's finally exposing some of this plan that he’s had in his head for weeks now. We came to bed still reveling in our blissful afterglow, neither of us tired enough for sleep yet. I listen to the rolling of Justin’s voice, taking in every word, while the ceiling fan above us churns the cool, air-conditioned breeze down on us.

After the gym, we had showered together and took delight in washing off each other's bodies, and by the time we were drying ourselves I could see the real world creeping back in on both of us, the concern was in our faces. Once we were in bed and had gotten comfortable, Justin opened up.

“We’re going soon,” he tells me.

My eyes answer for me.
I understand—but where?