“Easy.” He calms me with his voice like a spooked horse. “Easy, baby.” He rubs my arms, soothing me. “You look so fucking hot.” His pupils are dilated, and his cock is rock hard between my legs as he fingers the chain, suddenly commanding my desire. This is going to be intense. I’ve barely moved amuscle and the clamp is already doing inexplicable things.
CJ tears a condom from the sleeve and hands it to me.
“You do it.”
With trembling fingers, I rip open the purple foil package and remove the condom. Carefully, I sheath him, all while trying to ignore the commotion beginning to storm inside me.
With our eyes glued to each other, CJ lifts my hips and slowly impales me onto his cock. I’m so sensitive by now, I feel every microscopic inch slide into me, stretch me, nearly destroy me. The chain pulls so tight; the tiniest movement feels catastrophic.
“Fucking ride me, Tara.” CJ grabs onto my ass grinding me against him. I let out a cry so foreign; I can’t even believe it came from my mouth. I’ve become an absolute mess within a few seconds. My movements are small and fragile, fearing I might break at any moment.
My fears become a sobering reality as CJ thrusts up into me. I swear I see stars as every fiber in my body expands and contracts.
“Oh, fuck.” I start to buckle, the overwhelming sensations grabbing hold.
“Not yet, Tara.” CJ tries to subdue my waist, but my body has completely taken over, chasing after the orgasm I’m convinced is going to annihilate me.
“Control it.” CJ wraps one arm around my waist and fuses our hips together, his cock buried completely inside my throbbing pussy.
“I can’t! It’s too much!” I nearly sob as we halt all movement. “It’s too much.”
“Try.”
But it’s too late, there’s no stopping the impending avalanche. I grab onto his hair and heave into his mouth as I come, no, not come, internally combust. I scream so loud I’m positive every single person in the hotel hears me being ripped open from the inside out. We barely performed a sexual act, and I just completely broke down.
“We need to work on your control.” CJ traps my limp bodyagainst him, my heart beating like a terrified rabbit. “This is just the beginning.” He breathes roughly.
“Beginning?” I repeat drained.
“Mmm hmm . . .” He tucks some hair behind my ear and shifts beneath me. My oversensitive core constricts. “After we’re done here, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you again.” He thrusts upwards, and I inhale. “I told you I was going to have you all over this hotel room.” CJ kisses me feverishly, and my body instinctively responds. The kindling aftereffects of my orgasm recharging.
Within several electromagnetic seconds, I’m riding CJ hard, the clamp aggravating the ache that has taken complete control of my entire lower body. My sighs pitch and my blood rushes through my veins as another gargantuan orgasm builds.
“Don’t stop.” CJ clutches onto my gyrating hips. “Fuck! Fuck!” He looks straight into my eyes and clenches his jaw as I impale myself on him over and over.
The way he’s looking at me is almost unrecognizable, like a new depraved layer of himself has been husked away.
I scream when he tugs on the chain, my clit and my orgasm catching fire at the same time, morphing me into nothing but a ball of extreme responsiveness. CJ stiffens beneath me, a pained growl tearing from his throat. I don’t know how long our climaxes last, but when I crack open my eyes, I am draped over his limp body and I can barely breathe. There is a sheen of sweat slick on our skin and the smell of sex is as potent as a bouquet of fresh flowers in the room.
“You’re out to destroy me,” I whimper, spent.
“Yup,” CJ responds with his eyes still closed and a sexy smirk on his face. He doesn’t even bother to deny it. “Twenty-four hours and counting.” He pops his eyes open to look at me; his gaze so iniquitous it makes his brown irises look black. It actually makes me shiver. Half with need and half with angst. No one has ever made me feel so sexually powerful and enslaved all at the same time. CJ exhales deeply as he runs his fingers lightly along the chain wrapped around my neck. I want to knowwhat he’s thinking, but I don’t ask. Some secrets are better left unknown. If this were a different situation, if we were two different people, I would crack the quiet wide open. Instead, I shift off him so he can remove the condom.
I lie on my back on top of the plush white comforter itching to remove the pinching little clamp. I take a deep breath, and just before I detach it, CJ snatches my wrist.
“I never said you could touch that.”
I flick my eyes up at him, almost desperately. It’s so uncomfortable and physically taxing. Every time I move, it reminds me it’s there, literally tormenting me.
“I said I was going to flip you over and fuck you again.” He manhandles me, forcing me onto my stomach then draws my hips up. The chain pulls taut in this position, and I yelp as the clamp tugs on my clit. I’m puffing already, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“I know you can handle it, Tara,” CJ murmurs in my ear. “I know how much you like to come. I know how much you like to scream.” I feel him rub his semi-hard cock down the crack of my ass. He’s right; I do like to come, and I’ve just experienced two of the most intense orgasms of my life. I’m not sure I’m ready for more just yet. But I don’t think I have a choice. I hear the foil on the condom wrapper tear.
“You going to scream for me, shortcake?” He mounts me, turning my face to the side so he can kiss me roughly. The use of my nickname in such a lecherous manner sends me spinning. Simultaneously, my cheeks heat and so does my pussy from the bite of the clamp and the dull ache throbbing inside me.
“I want an answer.” CJ slams into me, and I screech.
“YES!”
