Taking What He Wants (Celine and Rhyland series) (6 page)

‘Give the pole your pussy,’ he said.

She bent over and close enough to the pole and leaned her wetness against the gold.

‘Move up and down babe, let me see it against it.’

She rubbed her wet bit up and down the golden pole. He bit on his index finger as he watched the sides of flesh garnish the pole. It was getting all to hot in there. His erection had swollen to its limit and it had begun to hurt a little.

He stood up and placed his hand over the wetness against the pole. He closed his eyes as the wet bits touched his hands. He opened them and this time he made her stand up and face him. He placed the wet fingers in her mouth. At first he dipped only half of the two fingers into his mouth and next he pushed them all the way to the back. He watched as she gagged just a little as he did it again and again. He took her free hand and placed it over his cock.

‘Pull down my boxers,’ he said as he pushed his fingers down her throat again.

With both her hands she pulled down his boxers and they fell to the floor. He stepped out, his fingers not leaving her mouth. He took her left hand and placed it on his cock.

‘Give it a tight squeeze.’ He ordered planting his fingers into her mouth again, his eyes directly on hers.

She squeezed the muscle with all her might.

‘Aaaaaaah!’ he let out pushing his fingers again into her mouth and then withdrawing them wet all over. ‘Again, do that again.’

She squeezed on the erection again this time harder than before. He let out a loud cry as he felt his balls build up even further.

‘Turn around.’ He ordered.

She turned for him.

‘Hands behind your back.’

She put her hands behind her back and waited. Soon he was tying the tie back around her hands. He bent her over and just stood there admiring her backside. Then without any warning at all he landed hard slaps across her butt. It took her by surprise but it was a strange but nice feeling, something she’d never experienced before.  He lowered his hand to her flaps and rained on a few slaps against it. It burned, it swelled and it leaked. She was horny all over again. This man possessed a certain power over her and she didn’t have the strength to stop it.

He held her bound up hands and guided his cock into her wetness. It was thick and wet. It was more than she expected, it seemed bigger than the last time. He was fast and hard, he moaned and groaned, clutching onto her arms really hard. She moved forward vigorously as he ploughed into her as he thrust so hard it began to burn the sides of her walls.

‘Gi
ve it to me babe, give it to me!’ he was possessed, taken over by lust. He wanted nothing more than to give it to her, to take what he wanted from her. To strip her down until she had nothing left for him to take.

Celine felt her body weaken against each
thrust; she felt her body cave in and just allowed him to take. He was strong he was vicious. She was his and she knew it and she knew she might never be able to break away from him. But at that moment there was no time to think about that, all that was there was them, was him taking from her like he owned her.

‘Yes, oh yes…yes yes.’ He slapped into her hard
as he gave the last bits of himself.

She panted and moaned as her body took it as it took what he gave and finally when they were spent, when there was nothing left between them, when all had dried up the
y both let go. The one could feel it through the other as he gave the final thrust.

He pulled out slowly breathing heavily. He dropped to the ground spent. Celine did the same, she was in another world altogether. They just lay down spent, listening to the engines as it flew them to a destination unknown.

After a few minutes had passed he moved over to her and began to untie her. There was a message from the pilot and asked if he wanted them to land. He responded that he would like that. Celine got into the seat and put on the seatbelt. Even though she wasn’t completely naked she felt naked. All her bits were open anyway. She turned away from him and faced the window. They never talked about anything except for the story he’d told her, all they did was have sex. He looked over at her a little confused. What he felt was hard to face and he loved just doing things to her. Nothing would change, nothing could change and besides he was paying her handsomely.

‘Everything alright?’ he asked.

‘Everything is just fine,’ she said and he didn’t know whether she meant it sarcastically or not. ‘Where are we?’

‘
London.’

‘When will we get back to
Leeds, I need my beauty sleep.’

‘We’ll sleep in one of my hotels in the city and fly back tomorrow.’

She didn’t argue with that, after all this was what he was paying for. Instead she just nodded and went along with what ever was planned.

Next in the Series

Giving what He Wants

Loving what He Wants

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