HIS KEPT WOMAN (PART 2)

Author’s Note:  This is the second part of my Kept Woman series.

Tell me what you think about it, okay?  I’m doing a bit of experimenting on the storyline here.

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He just came.  He looked at his semen on her breasts.  She was heaving underneath him.  He knew she wanted him to cum in her mouth, but he didn’t give in.

Later.  Much, much later she will have the pleasure.

He wiped the mess he made on her chest with a white towel.

He looked down on her and just stared.  He wondered what was going through her mind right now.

Beautiful – there is no other way to describe her.

And because he couldn’t resist himself and because he had been wanting to kiss her, he brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her.  Hard.

She kissed him back.  She sucked the moisture off his tongue.  Her nipples seemed like sharp points against his chest.  He groaned into her mouth, and the sound merged with her own moan of pleasure.  His cock moved in response to her moan.

It took everything he had in him to pull back from her mouth.  He wanted to devour the woman – to own her body and soul.  He had never reacted to any woman like he reacted to this one.  His cock liked her too much.

He focused his attention on her tits.  The brown tips were puckered up tight, and he drew his mouth to them.  He sucked at one breast and with his other hand he plumped and caressed the other one.

He couldn’t believe just how horny he was.

“You’re a witch,” he growled.  He was feeling as if she had put him under a deep, dark spell and she controlled his cock completely.  The witch!  She deserved to be burned!  Ah but he was burning... burning with his desire for her.

“More.  Give me more.”  She pleaded.

He wondered if he should undo the bindings on her hands, wondering what magic she would work with those fingers on his body.  He wondered how her hands would feel on his cock.

No, he would keep her wrists tied up.  For now.  He liked knowing that she was fragile and that she depended entirely on him and his whims – his sexual whims.

Even more so, he had a feeling that much of her arousal stemmed from the fact that she was a prisoner to him and that she was bound.

“Let me taste you, please.”

She was asking.  No, begging him.  She was offering her mouth.

His cock moved and throbbed obviously excited at the idea.  His precum was glistening on its head.

He gave in.

“Very well then.”

He guided his cock to her lips.  Her tongue flicked at his cockhead and she tasted his precum.  She moaned.  He shivered.

And her mouth opened to take in his fully engorged head.

“Oh God,” he groaned as she licked and sucked at him, taking his cock deep down her throat.

“Mmmmnn”  He filled her mouth.  He was so big.  He was so hard.  She wanted to suck him until he exploded in his mouth.

He started moving and pumped her mouth back and forth on his cock.  She was sucking him greedily.

Dear God!  Her mouth felt like a wet, tight pussy!  And she knew how to work on her tongue.  Who would’ve thought the little bitch is an expert cocksucker?

He was glad he picked her.

He reached out from behind him, and his fingers found her wet pussy ready between her legs.  He pushed his fingers in and out of her in the same rhythm that her mouth was sucking his cock.

His fingers found her clit and pinched at it.  That earned an excited almost-scream from her, and she nearly jumped off the bed.  It was a good thing that she was tied or she would’ve bucked him off of her.

Just a few more flicks and deep finger-fucks and he knew he could make her cum.  He wanted to cum in her mouth.  So badly but he decided differently.

“Whoa there, my little cocksucker.”  He moved his hips backward and withdrew his cock from her mouth.

He smiled and noted her look of surprise on her face with what he did.  She bobbed her head forward and he knew she was reaching for his cock with her mouth.

“You can suck my cock more later.”

“I…”  She was breathless.  “don’t… understand…”

“What don’t you understand?”

“Don’t you want to come in my mouth?”  She asked him.

“I have a better idea.”  He said.  He moved and changed positions and settled himself between her wide-spread legs.

He leaned forward and studied her face.

God, she is really beautiful!

“This.”  He growled.  “I want this.”  He said as he captured her mouth in an aggressive kiss.  He knew he was hurting her, but she kissed him back with the same intensity.  He ripped off her blindfold as he mounted her.  He was desperate to see her pupils dilate and contract when her orgasm ripped through her.

He surged into her, hard and long.  She almost screamed with surprise at the sudden pussy assault.  He knew he was big, and he could be hurting her, but her pussy welcomed him just the same.  She didn’t even blink or closed her eyes.  She looked at him as he was looking at her.

He finally got what he had been longing for from the very first moment he first laid eyes on her.  He felt her muscles clench around him, and he knew.  He knew that she was going to come, and he also knew that he was about to explode in her tight, hot pussy.

He wanted to prolong the pleasure.  He stilled and pulled his cock out of her until just the head rested against her folds.

“No…”  She raised her hips in an attempt to get his cock back into her.

“No…  Please…”

“No what?”  He moved slowly inside her and withdrew his cock in one swift motion.  She sighed.

“Don’t stop fucking me.”  Her eyes pleaded.  But he won’t give in just yet.

“Tell me, you’re my whore.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m….”  She started softly.

“What?  I can’t hear you.”

“I’m your whore.”  Louder this time and this made him smile.

With a groan, he bit her shoulders and slowly slid into her snug, wet canal.  He didn’t have to tell her twice.  She repeatedly was saying she was his whore while he was fucking her.

She cried out her release.  He reached for a nipple and sucked and bit on it hard as his cock exploded into her.

TO BE CONTINUED