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Alex mouth moved deeper still as he lifted her ass higher and spread her cleft wide open. But for all her desire to come, and come fast, Alex forced her to wait, withdrawing from her engorged clit just at her moment of crisis. His mouth moved back along her anal crack, to the tight rosette of her anus, and pushed his tongue into her sensitive opening.
Shocked, she lurched forward again, which brought the man’s palm down firmly on her ass, resulting in a smarting sting.
“You want me to go on?”
“Yes, yes, of course. You can’t stop now.”
“Oh, I sure can, and I will, if you don’t stop jumping around.”
She quieted one more time so that Alex would continue, working his way back with more bites and sucks and probing from her asshole to her cunt, to her clit and the hole between her legs. A finger inserted in the desiring love hole found her g-spot fast, and this time, she lurched less violently, hissing as she buried her face in the mattress, “Yes, yes, yesssssssssssssss… Oh, please let me come…” before he could object.
“Oh, you will,” he heard her and replied, then he went back to work.
He fucked her cunt hole with his fingers, almost a fistful driving her into a frenzy; then he used the handle of his whip, thrusting the thing inside her, reminiscent of an erection. She wished it were his cock. She longed to feel the length of it gliding across her swollen bud and into the depths of her until he struck bottom.
Although frantic to release, she held back, waiting for permission, panting, shackled fists pounding against the mattress. He pressed his face to her cunt one more time, lifting her ass until her back was stretched like a bow, and dove with his tongue beating at her inner flesh in a regular rhythm.
He backed off only to say, “Come now!” Then he went back to work, feeling the woman’s body stiffen inside his hands, for maybe sixty seconds of utter bliss.
She shuddered, her crotch writhing on the man’s mouth and then came—”Oh…my…god…” and immediately came a second time, with spasms surging through her entire body, which was more alive than at any time in the last six months. She opened her mouth for a silent scream, fists still clenched, her ass bobbing on air; then as the fisherman pulled away, Laney’s body fell limply against the mattress.
Alex turned her over while she was still recovering, his eyes hot, almost raging as his body hovered over hers, naked now, muscled, tanned, a form that fed her lust. His fired up cock pressed against her crotch, throbbing as it slowly dragged up and down against her sweaty skin and he massaged the cunt he’d just brought off on his mouth.
Gazing into his smoky eyes and his hardened face, she waited for the attack to begin. She expected him deep inside her, coming as she’d come, so she could come again, and remain on that delirious high. She waited, as if this was a man she belonged to and she could relish the moment for awhile; then she felt him lift his ass up and pause briefly. Instinctively she bent her legs, chains rattling, and opened them wide, feeling the head of his cock testing the waters by slowly, teasingly, jabbing at her pussy.
She remained beneath him in another frantic torment, for minutes on end, waiting breathless for him to fall on her. Then with no warning at all, his body shifted downward into hers, and his cock head pierced her vaginal hole and slid into the velvety richness of her sex. With that first thrust, she bore down, her pussy squeezing and spasming around the thrusting cock. She came again, as if it were the first time that day.
She cried, jerking against him savagely. Her hands still bound above her and useless for caressing, for a lovingly tease or a thankful touch.
He was in and out of her too quickly, leaving her with his cock dripping cum down his thigh as he stood above her. She witnessed some compassion in his face, though not enough to draw him back inside the cocoon of her lust.
“So fast… you moved so fast,” she breathed out despondently.
“Isn’t that too bad, you coming slut.”
Impulsively, he climbed back on the mattress, this time straddling her head and offering his cock to her parted, panting lips. She would have been happy with a kiss to end the night, but was satisfied with cleaning his thick erection, flagging now that it was spent.
In the aftermath, she was left alone in the creaky room to recover on her own.
The fisherman, Alex Greenwood, left her, the door closing loudly behind him.
Before he disappeared he’d bound her ankle chain to the foot of the bed with rope, so that she lay helpless on the mattress inside the sweltering hot room.
When she turned her head to the side, she could just barely see outside one of the tall bedroom windows that went nearly to the floor. She looked for the sea, maybe to get her bearings, or simply to remind her of where she was in the Marquis’ paradise. As she looked out, however, she caught sight of the fisherman, clothed again and walking briskly in the direction of his boat.
“Alex!” she screamed, suddenly frightened half out of her wits. She knew he couldn’t hear her from that distance. She knew fighting against the bonds was useless, but she did that, too. “Alex! Alex, please come back!”
When she fell back against the blue, striped mattress, she realized how alone she still was.
He wouldn’t leave her…no! God please, bring him back… over and over the desperate refrain repeated until her exhaustion finally won out over her hysteria, and she slept.
Chapter Six
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“Hey there, girl, you can’t stay in bed all day. I gotta head out, get back to port.”
Laney opened her eyes to a blistering sun, the smell of scrambled eggs—and was that bacon too? —and a sour taste in her dry mouth. Her body wiggled against the mattress, raw and sore, limbs aching. But she wasn’t bound anymore, and at some time during the night a pillow and sheet had appeared.
