International Cooperation - Part 3
Pushing Kate's Comfort Zone
First, wanted to apologize to everyone for this not going out on Friday as it was supposed to! I had scheduled it but messed something up and it didn’t send out, and I did not realize until today when I was looking to get the stats for the next story!
Exciting week of input from our polls! The people have spoken and we are going to mix things up with a story at the Gym this week. I wanna know from ALL of you, what POV would you like this story to be written from:
And now, on with the SPICY end of this story portion! Here are the links to parts One & Two if you need to catchup!
“Today, you’re mine.” He whispers into my skin, planting a kiss on my neck. Pleasure sears through me, and I nearly spill right there. The intensity of feeling is overwhelming me, washing over me in thick waves that I’m drowning in. He straddles me, I can feel his muscular thighs pressing into my sides and he cups my cheek in his rough hand. I melt into him, my lips parting slightly.
“That’s right…” He rasps.
I suddenly feel a slight warmth on my lips and dart out my tongue, expecting to meet his lips only to find a soft roundness. My eyes flutter open but am still met with darkness. I reach up but my hands are cuffed together. Fuck. And then without a word’s warning, he suddenly bucks his hips forward and my mouth is filled with the taste of his cock.
“Take it all.” He growls, and I choke on his cock as it fills me up. I desperately lap at the head of his cock as my lips are stretched open and he nearly reaches the back of my throat. Fuck he tastes so good. I hollow my cheeks, letting the warm flesh rub against his cock and suck on him, my head bobbing ever so slightly. He fists my hair, fingers digging into the strands and I feel his other hand trailing down my neck to my tits which are practically begging to be released. As I settle into a rhythm, sucking on his cock and swallowing the taste of pre-cum, he expertly undoes my bra and pulls it down, pinching my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. I throw my head back, eyes rolling under the blindfold as a hotness burns on my skin.
“Mmm…”
I whimper under his touch, lifting my arms to wrap around his neck but he slams my wrists down onto the bed, the force of it making me arch my back into him. The message is clear. No touch.
He gropes my tits, thick muscular hands kneading the soft flesh, twisting my nipples ever so slightly, leaving me to swim in a mix of pleasure and pain, intoxicating me. My toes curl and I fight the urge to move my legs which proves to be so difficult as I’m filled up with pleasure and desperate for some release.
“You’re being such a good girl Kate. Keep it up. Don’t move, and let me take care of you.” He whispers, and I moan as he slowly draws back, a string of saliva hanging from my lips to his cock. I let out ragged gasps of breath, trying to reorient myself but it’s too late because his fingers are already pressing against my wet pussy. The thin fabric of my panties does nothing, and he easily pulls down my one-piece. The cool air brushes over my skin, sending shivers through me. I’m naked in front of him and it feels so vulnerable and electrifying, the idea that I’m completely restrained, unable to do anything as he has his way with me. I’m his plaything.
“Ah, so wet Kate. Who said you could make a mess like this?”