Razing Grace: Razing Grace Part 1 (18 page)

Throwing me onto the bed with one arm, he steps back. The sweat which was once glistening off his massive body has long since dried. He grips his hat and slips it on backwards, then crawls up the bed. I lay down on my back, tilting my head to study his face as his body hovers over me.

Dropping his lips down to mine, and for the first time ever, he kisses me. My mouth opens, allowing his tongue to slither into my mouth and own it. His tongue explores me, possessing every inch before he pulls back and slides down my body, landing to his feet on the floor. Standing by the bed, he grips around the bottom of my shirt and lifts it over my head. I let it happen, slipping my shorts off before he can. Eager, much?

“You ruined me,” I say to him, my eyes searching his desperately. I smile, running my finger down his taut chest.

“Finish what you started,” he says. My eyes close softly as I prop onto my knees and grip the waist of his shorts, pulling them down until his cock springs free. I look face-to-face at what has to be the biggest dick in the history of all dicks. Not that I’m an expert, but that’s massive. Fear. A new feeling that sizzles through me briefly before leaving through the bead of sweat which escapes my pores. His head cocks back smugly, his tongue coming out and running across his lips. “You don’t know the first thing about being ruined, pet.”

“No?” I answer sweetly. “Well, show me, then.”

He grips around the curve of my waist, lifting me into the air and up so my crotch is to his face. Figuring out what he wants me to do, I wrap my legs around his neck, his hand finding my thin lace G-string as he tears it off like a damn hungry caveman. What’s left of the skimpy material hangs off my thigh, and I rip off his cap, flinging it across the room as my fingers swim through the soft strands of his hair. Walking towards the wall, he slams my back against it just as his hot mouth covers my clit. The throbbing from the back of my head dissipates as his tongue reminds me just how well it knows the female anatomy. His lips press against me as his tongue dives inside and swirls around, hitting a soft spot at my entrance. I look down, my abs tensing with each lick and my chest heaving as sweat trickles down my sternum and down the line that cuts through the middle of my stomach. Warm, pressured strokes of his tongue assault me and goose bumps break out over my skin as he props me up with one hand and bringing his other underneath me, slipping a finger inside me slightly all while his tongue continues to lick, suck, and destroy my clit in pressured, rhythmic movements before slipping in another finger. His tongue begins to match the pace of his fingers while he slowly stretches, strokes, and rubs my G-spot. My core tightens around the internal climb, a climb I know too well. Just as my body and my mind reaches the tip with my body dripping in sweat and my pussy now soaking wet with need, I grind myself into Raze’s face and, with one flick of his tongue, I come undone, my eyes rolling toward the back of my head and my body shaking with its release.

He pulls back, dropping my body but catching me just before I hit the floor with his strong arms. With my hair all over the place and my feet hardly holding my petite weight, my fingers find his hard cock but his hands fly to mine, halting my action.

“Get on your knees, pet.”

My eyes flutter up to his as I slowly drop down to my knees, keeping my eyes locked on his. His shoulders square, his stance changes and shifts to something else entirely.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, stepping backwards and towards the dresser that sits on the other side of the room. Picking up the remote control, with a push of a button the red colored blinds on the windows drop, dimming the room to have a dark red hue shading around the area. Pulling open the drawer, he pulls out what looks like a piece of material. “Eyes on the floor, pet.”

My head drops, my eyes searching the floor as though I lost something. Obviously my sanity. Excitement surges through me again. What is he going to do to me? The thudding of his feet sounds out just as his bare feet come into view. Even his feet are hot and I don’t really like feet.

“Put your hands to your back.”

I follow his lead, my hands going to my back. Darkness overrides the once red shadows I could see and I feel the tugging of his tightening the blindfold around my eyes. His hands skim down my bare arms slowly, his rough fingertips studying every inch of the skin on my arms and I tilt my head, sinking into his touch.

“Do. You. Trust. Me?” he asks again with forced pauses.

His fingertips trickle over my wrists and the sensual yet unusual feeling causes a slight moan to leave me. “Yes.” I don’t know if this is entirely true, but he could ask me anything and right now, in this very moment, I don’t know what I’d answer.

His hand glides over my bare back, shivers running freely all over my body. Flicking the clip of my bra off with a simple movement, the naked air whips around my sensitive nipples. “You shouldn’t,” he growls over my earlobe before he drags his wet tongue from my collarbone up to my jaw.

I shiver at the primal aura that’s coming off him and imprinting into my flesh. I want him. I want him inside of me so badly it’s driving me insane. My pussy throbs with need and every single inch of my being wants to be owned by Raze. Just right now, in this room, in this very moment.

I moan out, my head tilting back, giving him more access to my bare neck. Cold metal clasps around my wrists and I know what that is. With a few clicks, the handcuffs are securely locked around my wrists. I smile, my thighs clenching together to help calm my aching. He bends down to my nipple and licks it before sucking it into his mouth roughly. Warm cushions of wetness slide over my nipples, circling them teasingly.

“Raze,” I breathe out through my heavy chest. “Raze, I need you inside of me.”

The feelings that are zapping over my body are incredibly overwhelming. With my vision cut, all I have are his touches and sounds. It’s erotic, to say the least.

Just as quickly as that amazing feeling is there, it’s gone. He lifts me from under my shoulders, placing me back on the bed. “As you wish.”

I stretch my legs wide, my back arching off the bed already in search for the one touch it craves with such intensity it could burn the sun. His heavy cock sits at my entrance as his chest drops down to mine, his muscles rubbing against my aching nipples. Bending his head, his tongue finds my sternum and he slowly licks up the middle, and eventually landing between my breasts as his thick length presses into my entrance. The pressure that his soft, thick cockhead is putting on me down there is interesting, skin to skin. He slowly slips between my folds, and then with a pop, he slams into me and a primal scream escapes my mouth. He groans appreciatively, his lips finding mine and I take them, licking, and sucking on his tongue as he raises himself up and then slams back into me again. The sting is almost unbearable, but the pain reminds me I’m still alive. The metal handcuffs dig into my tailbone as he pounds into me in slow, deep, and penetrating thrusts.

“Pet, I don’t want you going anywhere near Miles, understand?”

Why is he asking me this right now?

“Yes.” His fingers slide to my nipple as he tweaks it in between his fingers roughly.

I moan at the sting of pain and his thrusting pauses for a second. My head shifts, and though I can’t see him, I’m taking it the dark depths of his grey eyes are drowning in sex and licking through heat. “What?”

“You liked that?” He tears off my blindfold.

“Liked what? Why’d you stop?”

He pulls out slowly, his eyes locked on mine. He smirks, a dimple on his left cheek popping out and making his masculine features that are sitting on the most chiseled jaw you could think of turn into a panty-dropping grin.

“You liked the pain.” He was more confirming it, not asking me.

“And if I did?” I question him, leaning up and catching his bottom lip in between my teeth.

He pushes himself inside of me again and I drop down to my back, a moan slipping out of my mouth and my eyes rolling back. Riding my body into the next century, he groans into my neck, “Then I might have the need to keep you.”

He raises his head back up and drops his mouth to mine. I take it, slipping my tongue deep into his mouth and exploring every little bit he will allow. He thrusts deep inside of me until I’m climbing my mountain again, just when I’m about to reach it, he pulls out, flips me over onto my belly, and slaps my ass hard before diving back inside of me from behind. With my ass up, my chest laying across the bed and the handcuffs keeping my hands behind my back, I push against his dick, grinding on him until I can feel wetness trickle down my inner thighs. Not thinking too much into it and relishing in how good he’s making me feel, I continue as his pounding intensifies. His balls slap up against my clit each time he dives in and his fingers come down to my clit as he rubs it furiously. I lose it, letting go of all the tension, the need, as my world comes apart around Raze’s dick.

“Fuck!” he grunts out before he empties himself inside of me. Dropping down onto the mattress, my breath comes in desperate gulps as I flip onto my back.

“Raze? Unlock me.”

Now that all the sexual drive had been somewhat ridden down, my downstairs area hurts like crazy and although pain was beginning to feel good for me, I still want to go back to my room and lick my wounds.

Raze walks back towards me and looks down to the bed. “I’m not done.”

Gulping, I attempt my best poker face. “What do you mean?” He couldn’t possibly want to do anything else with me right after taking my virginity. I can feel my pussy throbbing and the slick wetness underneath my butt like one giant watermelon.

“I mean…” His hands come to my knees as he widens them, sending cold air to whisk up over my most private part, bringing a pang of stinging over it. I hiss, my eyes shutting slightly. A light blow falls over my clit and my eyes snap open in horror. I looked down to see him smirking up at me from between my thighs, his lips forming the perfect O as he blows little glazes of air over me. “I’m. Not. Done.”

Then he drags his tongue from my opening, up my slit, before circling my clit. The stinging that was pounding on my pussy, slowly begins to move deeper into the hole of nothingness as pleasure starts to sink its teeth back into me.

“Mmm, responsive, perfect.”

“Well, what’d you expect? You have your tongue on my clit, Raze, of course I’m going to be responsive. Don’t take it personally, but just the other night, it was Miles’ tongue I wanted on my clit.”

Partly true, though not entirely. I just love flirting with Miles and there’s a part of me that knows he’d play back. It was harmless.

Raze’s jaw sets into stone as he pushes himself off the bed. My smile remains but my eyes falter. Have I just gone too far? He walks backwards, his eyes never leaving mine until he’s back at the drawer he pulled the handcuffs out of. Pulling it open again, he removes a long, leather-looking…

“Is that a fricking whip?” My face pales slightly.

His smirk curves and his eyes darken. “A flogger.”

“A say-what-what?” My head tilts as he walks back to the bed, belting the leather straps against the palm of his hand.

“In other words, this is something that’s going to remind you why you shouldn’t talk about your pussy and another man in the same sentence.” Oh, crap. He walks towards me and picks up the blindfold which he threw onto the floor. “Get up, pet.”

I shuffle off the bed, ignoring the throbbing pain between my thighs, and walk towards him.

He looks down to the ground and then looks back at me. “Get on your knees.”

I drop to my knees, my eyes remaining on his. From this angle, his angular jaw is more prominent from the shading of the midday sun peering in. How long have we been up here? He ties the blindfold back over my eyes, the same way he had done earlier. His hand wraps around my arm and I follow suit, standing to my feet. He shuffles around behind me and I find myself turning my head over my shoulder to see if I can see what he’s doing. I swallow, my shoulders relaxing as I consciously let every muscle in my body loosen. What’s the worst that could happen?

His hand grips around my arm, his touch rough and demanding, and I find myself getting giddy over it. He pulls me down stomach-first so I’m over his lap with my ass in the air between his legs. I look over my shoulder, my hair sprawling out in front of myself. Good thing I took my crucifix off my neck; it would be burning through my not-so-innocent skin right now. The thought makes me smile. Something deep and dark inside of me has been opened and everything I was ever afraid of has come out to play.

His palm rubs over my bare ass as it slowly sneaks between my thighs and his finger dips inside of me. The tight invasion makes my back arch more. “You know why I’m doing this, pet. Don’t ever let me hear that shit again, not while you’re under my roof. While you’re here, you’re mine.”

A pelting sound lashes through the air at the same time as a tight stinging zaps over my butt cheeks. I yelp out in surprise, a bead of sweat trickling from my temple and disappearing over the side of the blindfold. The silence between each hit is probably the most nerve wracking part of it all, like I’m a deer in the night, just waiting for the next car to round the corner and run me over.

Whack! Another pelt stings over my ass cheek, this time lower over my upper thigh. The sting pulses through my skin and simmers over my pussy. I find my chest heaving and anticipation spiking to new levels. Whack! That’s three, this one a little sorer than the last, yet the pang of the leather hitting my now probably swollen ass feels sensual, hot, and… bad.