I nearly demand her eyes to mine, but I don’t need to. She’s watching me through hooded eyelids, loving that her position on the swing gives her an uninterrupted view of me worshiping her pussy. It has me eating her faster, tasting her as if my seed hadn’t spilled inside of her only this morning.
Her screams are so loud, I’m tempted to gag her so that she won’t have my employees scared she’s being murdered. Fortunately for all involved, myself included, we’re the only ones here. I gave everyone the night off, mindful this was how our night would pan out. It doesn’t matter how many times I have Isabelle, I’d give anything to experience this over and over again.
I will never need more than this.
Once her shakes lessen, I commence removing the contraption responsible for the change in our location from her pants. With Isabelle’s head in a lust cloud, it takes a few moments for her eyes to lock with mine. By then, I have her wrists contained with her Ravenshoe PD assigned cuffs, and her ankles restrained in the gimmick restraints that came with the swing.
It’s not one of those flimsy swings you see when you google them. This one is bolted to a purposely installed support beam in the roof. It has side anchors to add an extra illusion of safety, and all its parts are made with the highest quality materials, including the leather cuffs currently keeping Isabelle at my mercy.
After suspending her arms above her head, I take a step back to admire the view. My chest puffs high, proud about the glorious visual in front of me. Her legs are splayed far enough apart, not a thing stands between my erect cock and her pussy, her chest is heaving, and evidence of her arousal is puddled around an orifice only I have filled.
I told Isabelle I would claim every inch of her. I kept my word. I’m enticed to fuck her there now, but that requires a position out of the sex swing. Her pussy can barely take all of me, so her ass doesn’t stand a chance. Since I’ve just placed her in the swing, I’ll continue with my original plan. We have hours. I have time to claim her ass later.
My voice is gruff when I command, “Shuffle down as far as you can. I want nothing between us.”
Isabelle is the most exposed I’ve seen her, but I need more. When I grip the handle on the bottom of the swing to control the rock of her hips, I don’t want even the thinnest slip of leather between us. Not even latex is allowed between us when we fuck, so you can be assured I won’t let the design of a sex swing hinder our lovemaking.
Her pussy grows wetter when she does as instructed. I don’t know if it’s her new position or the fact I’m rubbing the throbbing crown of my cock through the seam of her pussy to coat it with her arousal. Considering her moans ramp up the more I smother myself in her juices, I’d say it’s the latter.
“I’ve already taken you tonight, but this angle will make it more intense. If it becomes too much, tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” I lock my eyes with hers. “No safe word needed. Okay?”
I wait for her to nod before impaling her in one swift motion. Her back bends against the leather keeping her contained as her ankles fight against the restraints circling them. She’s not the only one struggling. I feel cum biting the crest of my cock. The heat of her pussy is too much for a suppressed response.
“You feel so good, baby. Wet. Hot.Mine.”
I grip the handle I mentioned earlier before yanking her closer to me, giving her an extra two inches, so the crest of my cock hits her uterus. She screams, but it isn’t one of those panicked you’re-hurting-me cries. It’s one that divulges she’s loving this as much as me, that she enjoys being filled by my cock as much as he loves filling her.
The walls of her vagina tighten around me when I say, “When you’re ready for me to move, let me know.”
“Move. Now.Please.Oh, god, Isaac. I can’t wait a second longer.” She swivels her hips to add to the assurance in her voice. “I love your cock and how full it makes me feel.”
When I slowly notch my cock back out, a breathless moan ripples between her lips. Because the swing is controlling all of her movements, I only need to do the slightest rock of my hips to sink back into her. My arms will get the workout of their life swinging her off and on my cock tonight, but the visual alone will make up for the pain. I’ve never seen something as arousing as my cock entering and exiting her pussy. It will only be more enticing when my cum coats every inch of her.
I love seeing my cum dribble out of her when we’re done, but it has nothing on smelling it on her skin for hours later. Just the thought guarantees her pussy won’t be milking my cock of its spawn first. Her washboard abs and jiggling breasts will be wearing it first. I’m not washing away any horrid smells tonight. I’m marking her with my scent, claiming her as mine.
My house.
My bed.
My rules.
Mine.
I drive into her on repeat. The urge to have her shouting my name is responsible for my brutal speed. As the swing rocks back and forth, the hinges keeping everything in place squeak, and Isabelle tightens around me. She always gets super tight just before she comes, and knowing how close she is to climax has me fucking her even harder.
I pump and rock, pump and rock until she’s on the brink of orgasm, then I simmer it down a notch. I’m not teasing her as I have many times since we’ve been together. I want her to see how beautiful she looks when she comes, which means I need to adjust our position so she can see the mirror on the sidewall.
Watching me claim her in the frosty window of my cabin months ago was the incentive behind having a large mirror installed in this room. Other than the swing and the mirror, the space is bare. The furniture was removed to ensure not a single thing impeded the view of us fucking.
The quiver of Isabelle’s pulse is felt along my cock when she moans, “Oh, god. I can’t. It’s too much. Your body. Your cock. Ugh…”
She isn’t frustrated because I have her methodically bound to me. It’s because even if she weren’t tied to a sex swing, she’d still be at my complete mercy. She’s captivated by me, aware her actions are no longer her own. She hates feeling like a possession but is incapable of denying her body’s every want and desire. She is mine as much as I am hers, and the intimate way our bodies are conjoined is undeniable proof of this.
“Watch my cock, Isabelle. See the control you have over me.”
The vein in her neck thrums when she notices the frantic throb of the one feeding my cock. Just her watching me with lust-filled eyes has cum rocketing out of my knob. It shoots up her stomach, coating her lush tits that are swollen with need.
As my hand moves to smear my still-warm cum over her chest, I use the other to thrust the swing forward, reentering her with a cock hard enough it gives no indication it just reached its release.
