Page 68 of Taking Turns

“Are you gonna say no?” I ask, finding her pussy with my fingers and massaging the wetness out of her.

“No,” she says.

I withdraw my hand and slide her coat down her arms. Then grab the front of her dress and rip it down the middle. She gasps in surprise, but I just take that as an opportunity. An opportunity to push her to her knees, unzip my pants, pull my cock out, and shove it down her throat.

She gags, her hands pressing on my muscled thighs, pushing me away. But I hold her in place. “When no means yes and yes means no, Chella, and you say no, then it’s on.”

I pull her to her feet, drag her over to the couch, bend her over and smack her ass so hard, she yelps.

I rub her red cheek for a few moments as I calm myself. I can feel the urges inside me taking over and it’s way too soon to let them out.

I stand her up again and twirl her around. Her eyes are glistening, like she might cry. But when I kiss her mouth, she melts into me. Her hands on my cock, pumping me. Squeezing so hard I have to close my eyes and enjoy it for a second.

“Do you like it rough?” I ask, when I pull myself together.

“I like it,” she says. One simple sentence that says so much more than she intended.

“Good,” I say, petting her messed-up hair. “Good.”

I take her hand. Gently. And lead her down the hallway. She’s wearing nothing but her shoes. When we get in the bedroom I lead her to the bed and push down on her head until she’s kneeling again.

Her mouth is open. Ready and willing.

“Oh, no, Chella. It’s not gonna be that easy. You kept me guessing all week. You hid your dark side and had me worried we’d made a mistake.”

She doesn’t move a muscle. She sits still, looking up at me like I am her whole world.

God, it’s like she knows my soul.

I reach into the new bedside table, already stocked with the things I like. The ball gag. The rope. The whip. The blindfold.

I place them on the bed and point. “Choose.”

“All of it,” she says.

But I shake my head. “No. You’re going to hear no from me a lot now that you’re ready to say yes. Choose one.”

I expect the blindfold. Or the gag. But she chooses the rope.

I pick her up and throw her down on the beg, opening her legs. I take one length of rope and wrap it around her ankle, tying it to one corner of the bedframe. Then do that again with her other ankle.

She is moaning softly each time I touch her. Her fingers, still free to do as they please, seek out her own pleasure as she watches me work. “Chella Walcott,” I say as I finish tying her legs open. “You are a freak after my heart.”

She says… nothing.

I take my coat off, then my suit coat, throwing them both down on the floor. I unknot my tie and use it to bind her hands together in front of her stomach.

Still, she says nothing.

“You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she says, her eyes on my cock, still peeking through the zipper of my pants. “I like it all, Elias. Give me what I like.”

I leave my pants on. I like the way the zipper bites at my balls when I bend down to lick between her legs, my tongue sweeping up and down her pussy, flicking against her clit until she is writhing and begging me to whip her, and slap her face, and come all over her tits.

“Getting ahead of yourself, Marcella,” I say in a low growl as I straddle her hips and walk my knees up her body until my cock is hovering right in front of her mouth. “We’ve got a long way to go before we get to that little corner of your dark mind.”

I straddle her shoulders and slip my dick into her wet mouth, grabbing her hair as I push myself so far inside her, she gags hard.