Taken by You (Taken by You Book One) (13 page)

I opened my eyes and looked down at him, his face between my legs. He looked back up at me, our eyes locking, and I saw him look to the side and pick something up. He turned it on, a vibrator, and put the little bullet against my clit, his fingers still inside me. I gasped, feeling the incessant vibrations of his little toy mixed with his fingers tapping upwards from inside.

“
Fuck,” I moaned, as I gripped the ropes and pulled them towards me.

They were fairly taut, unable to be broken, but I tried my damnedest anyway, hearing the wood crack and bend a little under my force. Blake took his fingers out of me, switched the vibrator to his left hand, and while it was still against me, climbed on top of me so his legs were over my chest. His cock, now in my face, begged for me to suck it, his tip pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue as he slid in for the perfect fit. His top half was bent back, still using the vibrator on me, as I bobbed my head frontwards and back so I could taste every inch of him. He didn’t thrust even the tiniest bit, letting me take as much of him as I thought I could handle.

Blake pressed the vibrator in harder as my mouth opened with him still in there. I moaned as he looked at me and smiled, his cock lying on my tongue. I looked at him, my eyes starting to water slightly. I could feel my pussy pulsing as he edged me closer and closer to an orgasm. Each second with that vibrator pressed deep into me made me feel like I was ready to explode.

Without warning he took the vibrator off of me, turned it off, and tossed it aside. The rush of orgasmic delight left me like a wave and I no longer felt as though I were going to cum.

“
I want you to really feel it when I make you cum,” he said.

He took his dick out of my mouth and I felt little bits of my own saliva dripping down onto me as he moved back a few inches and set his cock between my breasts. He grabbed them, wrapped them around his cock, and started to treat them like he did my pussy the other night. I had never had a man do this to me before, but I had to admit it was strangely erotic to feel Blake’s manhood between my tits as he squeezed my nipples.

“
I need you to fuck me,” I said, with my head tilted back.

“
I am,” he said.

“
Not there,” I said.

I heard Blake chuckle before he got off of me and walked back over to his dresser. I watched him pull out a condom, the metallic wrapper reflecting the little light in the room. He ripped it open, pulling out the condom and rolling it down his cock as he walked towards me. I spread my legs apart as he got onto the bed, on his knees, and placed himself between me.

I could feel myself lubing him up as he rubbed his hard shaft up and down me. He loved teasing me, and I loved it when he did. He pushed himself up against me, my legs up in the air, as his cock sat on top of my pussy. I looked down, seeing how far up it went, and wondering how in the hell it even fit inside me. There was no way I should be able to take that fat fucking dick, and as I saw him there I couldn’t believe I did.

He grabbed his shaft as he bent back a little and pushed the tip of his head against me. I looked down at him, finally able to see him fuck me, and I felt my wet, warm pussy wrap around him as he slowly entered. I could see the pleasure in his eyes as he let out an almost silent moan just loud enough for me to hear.

He started to thrust, though not quickly, as my tight pussy needed a little stretching to accommodate him fully. He grabbed my thighs and pushed them all the way back so my ass went off the bed, and he got onto his feet, though his knees were bent. Rolled up on my back, my hands still restrained, he started to fuck me so hard I could hear the constant slapping of his balls against me.

“
Don’t stop,” I said.

He picked up speed and started to go faster, each thrust making me moan a little louder. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and feel him against me, but I couldn’t, and it made me want it even more.

With my thighs against him, he reached forward, grabbing my tits and squeezing them, before he bent forward even more, stopping his thrusting, and started to suck on my hard nipples. I felt his tongue flicker back and forth against them.

“
You’re fucking amazing,” I said.

He pulled back, my nipple still in his mouth, as it stretched a little before the cool air pressed against the spit he left behind. He came up, kissing me, and I grabbed his bottom lip and nibbled on it a little. He tried to smile, but I denied him as I sucked on him.

He pulled away and came back down, so my ass lowered back to the bed and his knees were now against the covers. He pushed himself in so my legs were out almost straight to the sides, as my gymnastics training from years ago made me flexible enough to accommodate his crazy positions. As his left thumb rubbed my clit, circling around, his right hand came towards me and he gently wrapped it around my throat.

I looked at him as he stared at me intently with his large green eyes. He wasn’t choking me, far from it, and I couldn’t help but feel my body tremble as I felt him dominating me in every sense of the word. His thumb found its way into my mouth and I sucked on it—my tongue wrapping around it like a snake trying to suck the life out of its prey. He pulled it out before I wanted him to, but I could do nothing about it while tied to his bed. Instead, he pinched my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and it hardened under his touch.

I always felt comfortable in the bedroom with him, even though I almost felt like I shouldn’t, and not for the reasons one would think. He was a little different in his tastes, but he never did anything to make me feel bad about myself. I was inexperienced, far more than him, and every guy I’d had sex with was only in it for themselves and my needs were set aside. Not him, though. I was always the subject of his lust and affection, and he made sure I came over and over again. I was sure he’d rather me orgasm than him, and that says a lot about a man.

“
I’m getting close,” he muttered, as beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

“
I want to make you cum,” I said, looking him in the eyes.

“
Where do you want me to cum?” he asked, which he hadn’t the last time.

“
Wherever you want,” I replied.

With his hands now gripped around my breasts, he picked up his pace so his entire cock was pushing through me before coming out almost all the way. With my head against the pillows and my eyes closed, I bit my lower lip, feeling every inch of him sliding in and out of me.

He quickly pulled out before pulling off the condom and tossing it to the side. He stood up, though bending down and kneeling a little. I kept my eyes closed and waited for his warm, milky white cum to find its way to my soft, smooth skin. He moaned and the sound of him jerking himself slowed down and he finally came. I felt it hit me in the face and I jerked a little, not knowing he was going to finish there. I felt stream after stream splash against my face as I opened my mouth, little drops finding their way onto my tongue. I had never received a facial before, even though the guys I’d been with had tried many times, but with him, I didn’t even mind. Hell, I liked it. I liked the feeling of knowing Blake Hunter was getting off—and all over me at that. It made my pussy tingle and beg for more.

His hard breathing softened as the shots stopped and I felt him flick down the last droplets that were stuck to the tip. I opened my eyes, my right one covered, smiling and licking my lips as I tasted cum for the first time. His was sweet, not the way I thought it would be. He reached forward and untied me from his bed.

Blake reached down and handed me a towel before I wiped my face clean and looked at the sticky mess that was left in the towel. How a man could cum that much was a mystery to me. I had never seen that much before in my life—not even in a porno. I knew he hadn’t been saving it forever, either, since we were last together not all that long ago. He must’ve been
really
turned on.

“
I hope that was satisfactory,” he said in a huffy voice as he tried to catch his breath.

“
Oh please, you know it was fucking amazing. You fucked me like you were about to go to prison for life,” I said.

He must’ve liked that, because he laughed a little before getting off the bed and helping me up. I didn’t know if he was playing the cocky card or not, but he had to have known that the things he did to me were beyond satisfactory. He was the best goddamned lover I’d ever have or hope to have. There were women out there who would kill, literally kill, to be fucked the way Blake Hunter fucked me. And yet, I was the one who got to do it. Little old not-so-special me. The same girl who wore two different shoes out to the store the other day. Somehow I was here, and even though I wasn’t going to question it, I sometimes still did—secretly.

“
How about a shower? I need to get this sweat off me,” he said.

“
Yeah, I’m still a little sticky,” I said, as I touched my forehead.

“
I don’t think I can take another fuck, though. You wear me out,” he said, as we grabbed our clothes and walked towards the door.

“
I wear
you
out? I think you have that backwards,” I said.

“
It’s a lot of work to fuck you, you know. Your pussy is tighter than the security at Fort Knox,” he said.

I slapped him on the shoulder before he smiled and we walked out of his library and towards the bedroom. That internship interview was the best thing Nicolette could’ve ever done for me.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Penelope

I woke up the next morning with my arms around Blake. The sun was bright as it shone through his windows and with my eyes squinted, I tried to adjust them adequately. The sunlight never broke through my windows like it did here. I guessed living in a small building surrounded by other buildings didn’t really help. Blake was on the top floor and with his bedroom positioned how it was, it meant glaring light in my eyes whenever I woke up here.

“
Good morning,” he said, as he looked at me with squinted eyes.

“
How did you sleep?” I asked.

“
Well, and you?” he asked.

“
Great. Your bed is so comfortable. I think I could die here,” I said.

“
And what, miss your big day? I don’t think so. That wouldn’t be good for anybody,” he said.

“
Oh yeah, what am I doing?” I asked, as I perked my head up and looked at him.

“
I can’t tell you. Wouldn’t you rather be taken there and surprised?” he asked.

“
No, not really. I hate surprises. One time my mom surprised me with a new dog, a black poodle that tackled me and started to hump me on our front lawn. Never again, I told myself,” I said.

“
Promise you’ll still act surprised when you get there if I tell you?” he asked.

“
Promise,” I said, smiling.

“
I got you a spa day and shopping spree,” he said.

“
Oh,” I replied, as I broke eye contact.

It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the sentiment, I did, but it just wasn’t my thing. I’d never been that girly girl who liked to go shopping, as I usually spent hours on end looking at clothes I wouldn’t ever be able to afford anyway. Maybe that was good for girls like Nicolette, but not me. I was a different breed. I’d like to think so, anyway.

“
You don’t want to? I could cancel it,” he said.

“
No, it’s fine. It’s just that I’m not a big shopper. I don’t really know style, anyway,” I said.

“
That’s why you’ll have a personal stylist there to pick things out that you can wear. That’s what I do. It’s money well spent,” he said.

“
Can I ask you a question?” I asked.

“
Of course,” he replied.

“
Are you doing all this, the spa makeover and shopping spree, because you’re embarrassed by me? I know I’m not that stylish and all,” I said.

“
That’s not it at all. You’re beautiful the way you are, Penelope. I just thought that all women liked this sort of thing. I didn’t know you didn’t like it. I’ll call right now and cancel it,” he said, as he reached for his phone on the nightstand.

“
No,” I said, grabbing his arm.

“
No?” he asked.

“
I’ll try it. It won’t hurt, and besides, I could use a few new tops. Mine have all kind of blended together into one big blah,” I said, smiling.

“
You’re sure? I don’t mind calling it off at all,” he said.

“
I’m positive. It will be good for me, and besides, I want to look good for you, especially if you need me to go somewhere with you like you talked about before,” I said.

“
Oh yeah, about that, I actually have something coming up in a few weeks. I’m going to need you to join me,” he said.