Take Me: A Collection of Submissive Adventures. Victoria Blisse
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wasn’t enough air – or I couldn’t get it fast enough as he shoved a third finger in and curled the bundle to my tender inside flesh.
‘I never –’ I started but then my words turned into a long exhalation as he pushed just a bit deeper and his palm banged against my clitoris.
‘Never what?’
I shook my head as he moved a little faster, a little rougher now that I was so damn wet.
‘Never what?’ he asked again as my body gave that first greedy clench of an approaching peak. That first tight grip of an orgasm on the way.
‘I never come this way,’ I groaned, sagging in his arms shamelessly as I did just that. My pussy rippling and milking at his thrusting fingers until I was shaking as if I had a fever.
‘That was a pretty strong never,’ he said. He shoved my jeans down to my knees and then bent to push them lower. My panties got dragged along with them and I found myself bare from the waist down in the torn-apart kitchen of my future home. Facing a screen door that was nothing but a tall spying window for the darkened city.
He pushed me forward and I went. His tented fingers shoved the squeaky old door open and we were out on the deck. It sort of groaned when our weight hit it and I yelped. ‘What is that?’
‘That is dry rot,’ he said, moving me so that I stood where my future gypsy bed would be.
‘Oh my God, go in. We’re going to die.’
‘We’re not going to die,’ John said, turning me towards the whitewashed wall. He put my palms up on the wall and pressed against me again. My heart was a palpable thing in my temples, banging away like it needed to escape. His zipper was loud to me even over the night sounds and I felt the hot bare skin of his cock run from the small of my back down the crack of my ass and back up again.
He shifted his sizeable bulk and the porch creaked. ‘I can see the ground through some of the boards,’ I wheezed. I was scared, but I was also excited.
The thought of him fucking me here was beyond a turn-on. The thought of us plummeting to our deaths … not so much.
He pressed himself against me and reached around to grab my breasts. He pinched and squeezed with the perfect amount of chaotic pressure to leave me breathless. We’d been dancing around each other for what felt like ages. Glances and smiles, but sometimes just ignoring each other because we weren’t supposed to go there. So when he trapped my nipples tight between his fingers, I sighed long and lusty.
‘Tell me no and we can be done. Consider that hand-induced orgasm a gift, on the house.’
I didn’t let my mind pick at the problem. I pushed back from the wall and turned fast. He gave me slack to let me move, probably assuming I was backing out. Instead, I grabbed his face in my hands and stood on tiptoe. Something cracked and I whimpered, but just kept kissing him. I found his cock with my hand and circled my finger around him, squeezing so that he made a desperate noise this time.
‘I don’t want to change my mind. I’m in. I’m scared we’re going to crash and die but I’m also scared to miss this chance.’
His fingers dipped into me again as if it were a test. Finding me still soaked, he grunted with pleasure. ‘Stay right here.’
And there I stood, hands wrestling each other nervously as I waited. The city whispered around me, bright lights from the harbour just a mile away as the crow flies, winking merrily. I scanned the windows to see if any of my neighbours might be spying on my current state of confused undress.
He came back, the porch shuddering as his weight hit it. He held an ice chest. When he motioned with his head for me to move, I scuttled towards the house instead of the outer rail. That way, when the whole dry-rotten mess came tumbling down I could dive madly for the door.
‘Live and laugh, and fuck on the edge of danger,’ he said, chuckling. But then, ‘I’m only kidding. I promise you it will hold.’
I wasn’t sure what emotion was winning the war in my chest at the moment. My yammering anxiety or my shouting arousal. He patted the ice chest and said, ‘Sit.’
‘I –’
‘It’s a bit short,’ he said, encircling my wrist with his thick fingers and moving me when I remained frozen. ‘But we can pretend it’s your gypsy bed. And I can show you what I’d like to do to you, boss lady.’
‘How long?’ I blurted.
He put my hand on his cock and said, ‘Well, I’d like to say about nine –’
A high, manic burble came out of me and then I snorted. Dear God. ‘Not that,’ I said. ‘How long have you been … interested?’
‘That’s what you want to know?’ He cocked his head when he said it and it gave him an endearing quality. He pushed me gently with just his fingertips and I sat down a bit too hard on the ice chest. I heard bits of old wood break free from under the porch and fall to the yard. The whole deck was shattered. Just like my nerves.
My heart rate picked up speed again but I noticed the steady wet thump in my cunt was almost unbearably pleasant. As scared as I was.
‘Yes. That’s what I want to know.’
He got on his knees in front of me, taking his own sweet time. He nudged my thighs apart. The streetlight from below lit the right side of his face a cool blue, while the light from the kitchen lit the left a warm yellow. He was an angel, a demon, a new lover I’d fantasised about.
‘Since day one,’ he said, lowering his mouth to my navel, kissing me so that I wanted to shiver and shift, but then the deck creaked and I was too afraid. ‘In fact, one night I got off not once but twice, just thinking about kissing you for hours.’
‘Oh,’ I said as he kissed lower. And then ‘Oh’ again as his mouth settled on my pussy. He sucked my outer lips one at a time in a slow and deliberate way and when he finally slipped his tongue into my wet folds and found me at my centre, I gripped the hard plastic lid of the ice chest with shaking fingers.
John put his fingers in me again, curling slow, making me beg with small subtle thrusts of my hips. He sucked my clitoris, making the small muscles in my abdomen flutter and dance.
‘Is it that important?’
‘Yes. No … Yes.’
He chuckled, hot breath rushing over my sex. ‘Make up your mind, Miss Maggie.’
‘No,’ I finally decided.
‘And you?’ He licked long wet stripes over my flesh and paused every so often to press the flat of his tongue to the hard knot of my clit. The moment my body would go slack, he’d give me a wet circle or swirl or suckle so that I’d go tense again.
‘Me what?’ I gasped, finally remembering his question.
‘How long – if at all – were you interested in me?’
‘From the moment I saw you,’ I said. No point in lying.
He gave a single nod as if to say, That’s settled …
‘Now back to this imaginary bed,’ he said.
I was enraptured by his eyes in this light. And his voice. And the steady thrum of my body in response to what he was doing.
‘Yes, my gypsy bed. Layers and layers of bright fabric and yummy cushioning.’
‘Exactly. See, I can picture you out here, in the twilight, a glass of wine or iced tea.’ As he spoke he ran the head of his dick from my clit to my wet opening. Then a bit farther back. Only to drag it all the way back up through my moisture. When he teased my clitoris with his wet tip, my body shuddered and again the porch groaned. I grabbed his biceps, white-knuckling it.
‘Hey now, would I be out here with you if I thought we were –’
‘Going