Laying a Foundation: Bonus volume: Includes series prequel, The Groundbreaking (The Love Under Construction Series) (57 page)

She screamed again, “Please! Don’t hurt me! Don’t do this! Please, just let me go!”

“Nope, slut. You came here to get fucked, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.” Tony reached back into his bedside table and pulled out a knife. She gasped when she saw it and got quiet. He used the knife to cut her thong off, and she drew her legs together as tightly as she could.

“Might as well not even try to keep me out of you. Won’t work.” He put his hands between her knees and pulled them apart. She fought, but he was stronger, and he parted her thighs. “Ah, look at that bare pussy! Very pretty! Now, you hold still, let me do what I want, and I won’t have to punish you like the dirty cunt you are.” She watched him, wide-eyed, as he spread her slit open with his fingers and consumed her with his eyes, looking her over like she was a sixty-five Mustang and he was checking under her hood. “I’m gonna wear this out. When I’m done with you, you’ll know you’ve been fucked and fucked hard. Don’t give me any trouble, you hear me?” She nodded, trembling.

He crossed the room, opened a dresser drawer, and pulled something out. She watched him and shuddered as he came back with something in his hands – nipple clamps. And not just any nipple clamps – clover clamps.
He means business! Oh, god, I want this,
a voice in her head whispered. He looked at her slit, saw her grow visibly wetter simply from the sight of the chain, heard her whimper. Before he climbed back onto the bed and straddled her, he pulled off his pants and boxer briefs and that huge, hard cock she loved so much sprang forward. She gasped, but he noticed she also licked her lips in anticipation. He pulled her nipples up over the edges of the bustier cups, then pinched and pulled them roughly and watched them grow painfully rigid. When he had them so hard and erect that she was moaning and crying out, he put a clamp on one and she screamed out, “Oh, that hurts like a motherfucker!” He attached the second one, and she yelled again.

“How pretty. You’ve got a nice pair of tits, little one. Do you like the pain? Need it?”

“No! Please . . .”

“The right answer is yes. Say yes, slut.”

“Yes!” she wailed.

“That’s ‘Yes sir,’ as you were already told,” he snapped, and slapped the inside of her thigh hard. She shrieked.

“Yes sir!”

“Say, ‘Yes sir, hurt me, sir!’” She repeated what he told her to say. “That’s much better. How’s this?” He grabbed the chain between the nipple clamps and pulled until her nipples were stretched to what had to be their limit.

“That feels good, sir!” she screamed. “Please, more, sir! Make it hurt, sir!”

Oh, my god, this is just too good,
Tony thought.
I know her safeword, and I know her hand signal. She’ll use them if she needs them. Think I’ll see exactly where my little wild girl’s line is drawn.

Tony untied the rope from the headboard and dragged her to the edge of the bed, her head hanging off and her arms over her head, and he dropped the rope onto the floor and stood on it. “I need some relief; you’ve got me so hard that my cock is aching. I’m going to face fuck you. If you bite me, you’ll be sorry, whore. And you will swallow, understand?” She nodded.

He moved toward her and put the head of his cock against her lips. She pressed them closed firmly. “Open wide, bitch. I’ve got a load for you.” She shook her head. “Do you want to be punished?”

“No sir! But please, sir, I don’t want to . . .”

“What you want is of no concern to me. You came here to fuck me and get yourself used, and that’s exactly what’s going to happen to you. Now open up or I’ll make you scream until your mouth is wide open anyway.” He pressed the head of his cock against her lips again, and she parted them slightly. Pushing as hard as he could manage, he forced his cock into her mouth and started to pump gently, then slightly harder. Her eyes rolled back, and he pumped with more force.

As he drove his hardness into her mouth, he reached down and got hold of the chain on the nipple clamps, pulling it tight, and she screamed around his erection. All the while he watched her hands for her hand signal that told him she’d use her safeword if her mouth wasn’t full, but she wasn’t making it. He held a handful of hair with his other hand, pounding harder and faster until he was ready to pour himself into her. When he shoved deep into her throat he felt his cock head hit the soft, hot flesh at the back of her throat, knew it blocked her airway when it slid in deep, heard her gasping as he pulled back, watched her beautiful neck expand as his hardness rammed down into her throat, her struggle to pull her hands free exciting him beyond reason. He shot his cum down into her, enjoying the sight of her swallowing it as he pumped into her with gusto. He pulled out and watched her lick her lips.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” he asked her.

“Yes sir,” she whispered, panting. “Please sir, please . . .”

“What are you begging for, whore?”

She groaned and writhed. “Please fuck me, sir. Please! Oh, god, I need to be fucked!” she cried out.

“I’m not that done with you yet, bitch.” He scooted down her body, then pinched her clit. She screamed and arched her back. “Those clamps still hurt?”

“Yes sir! They hurt so good, sir! Please, fuck me!” she cried out again, bucking her pelvis upward, positively writhing in the heat of her desire, her body out of her control. “I want you to do whatever you want to me, sir. Please!”

“You’re not getting fucked yet; you’re not getting off that easy.” He dragged his hand roughly up her slit, then began to rasp her clit aggressively. She managed a hoarse moan, her throat still swollen from his pounding, and felt her orgasm mounting, but he stopped abruptly, leaving her whimpering, and went back to the dresser drawer. When he turned back, he had a fur-covered paddle in his hand, and he flipped her over with her ass in the air and went to town with it. She cried out each time contact was made, and her ass turned bright pink everywhere the paddle struck. In between blows, he rubbed her reddened cheeks with his hand, and she howled as the heat spread across her glowing skin.

When both cheeks were bright red, he went back to the drawer and came back with a large butt plug and a big bottle of lube. She felt the coolness of the lube, and cried out as the plug breeched her rosette. It popped into place and she groaned.

“My turn. Let’s see how much you can take,” he laughed, flipping her onto her back again. The way he handled her, manipulated her body like she weighed no more than a speck of dust, made something in her gut twist with need, and she wanted more. He pushed her legs up to her chest and out, exposing her swollen clit to the cool air, and slammed into her, making her scream with the sudden fullness, the plug in her ass making her feel tighter than ever, driving her pelvis to churn. Reaching down, he pulled up the chain between the nipple clamps and grasped it between his teeth, then began to throw his full weight into her, pounding, tugging the chain with every stroke. She screamed loudly, the stretching of her engorged sheath making her nerve endings vibrate, and she bucked and squirmed. He groaned louder than her screaming, then dropped the chain and yelled, “Oh, god, slut, you’re a good fuck. So tight! I’m gonna fuck you all night, dirty girl. You like getting rammed hard, don’t you? Don’t you? Say it, slut! Say it!”

“Yes sir, I want you to ram me, sir! Fuck me hard, sir!” she yowled, and he slammed into her harder than ever. He yanked on the chain again and she cried out, “Oh, god, sir, make me come! Please, make me come!” He reached between the two of them and started stroking her clit vigorously, and she screamed, “Oh, god, sir, I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming!!!!” He felt her pussy tighten around his shaft and begin to pulse, and her body convulsed of its own accord, her hips bucking wildly, but he didn’t let up, didn’t stop aggravating her clit, and she exploded, the orgasm consuming her completely. “Oh, god, sir, stop, please, stop! I can’t take any more! Oh, god, please!” but she still didn’t safeword, so he kept going. He continued to grate her nub and grind into her, still occasionally pulling the chain. Her eyes rolled to white and her body continued to shake wildly with the sustained orgasm.

He felt himself getting closer and closer, his balls tightening, and he shot his creamy seed into her, ramming down into her depths for all he was worth, listening to her moan incoherently. Even after he stopped stroking her clit, her body kept twitching with orgasmic aftershocks, and he could feel them in her pussy around his cock, the tiny tightenings over and over. She was still panting. When he pulled the chain one last time, she yelled out. He reached down and pinched one nipple behind the clamp as close as he could get to the teeth of the clamp, causing her to cry out, and he held her nipple as he slowly released the clamp. He leaned down to take the rosy, sore bud into his mouth, sucking as he did so and gradually releasing the pinch, allowing the blood flow to come back into it without causing her too much pain. The other nipple got the same treatment.

She was still gasping when he pulled out of her, flipped her over, and pulled out the plug. Just watching her, her post-orgasmic heaving and the jerking of her body, made him swell all over again, and he lubed up his cock, then worked more into her entrance, already open from the plug and calling to his hardness. She moaned loudly, then cried, “Oh, sir, no! Please don’t fuck my ass! Oh, please, sir!” and, without hesitation, he drove his shaft into her.

He went to work stroking in and out of her tightness, growling and moaning as he went. “God, you’ve got a sweet little asshole, you horny little bitch. It’s so hot and tight. Has anybody ever fucked you this hard, this long? Answer me,” he snarled and smacked her ass cheek.

She squealed. “No sir! Nobody’s ever fucked me like this. Oh, my god, I want you to fuck me, sir. Use me up, sir! You’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever had, but I can take it! I need it so bad!”

“I don’t think you can take it, whore. I think I’m too big and hard for you. Am I too big and hard for you?”

“You’re too big and hard, sir, but it doesn’t matter! I’m here for you to use as you see fit, sir! I’ll take whatever you do to me, sir! Please don’t punish me.”
Sweet mother of god, this is incredible,
Tony thought as he closed his eyes and let all the sensations take over.
She fucking drives me wild. I must be the luckiest man in the world.
He dug in again, grinding into her with renewed resolve, his fingers digging into her hips. The way she cried out over and over propelled him, and he wanted to hear her, feel her around him, pour himself into her like there was no tomorrow. He slipped his arms under her thighs and lifted her so he was standing on his knees, pounding into her as she screamed in time with his rhythm.

He’d never felt so strong, so powerful, so raw and virile and so violently sexual. He looked at the woman he was stroking into, and he’d never seen anything so breathtakingly beautiful, so amazing, so vibrant, so vulnerable, and so wanton in his life. Every longing, every yearning, every fantasy he’d ever had, she’d fulfilled them all and then some. She was completely and totally spent, and she was still begging for more of what only he could give her, truly open to him in every way.
My woman. My love. My wife.
The words slammed into his brain and sent a bolt of energy through him, something wholly natural and fierce and primitive. This was his – forever. He wanted to do this with her every day of the rest of their lives, pump everything he had into her, consume her, mark her as his, stake his claim.

“Oh, sir, please, I need to come. Please!” He changed his strokes to long and steady, and she could feel her orgasm building, the need hot and overwhelming.

“You’ve earned it, whore. No good fuck should go unrewarded.” He slid one hand from under her thigh to her slit, and when he dragged his finger across her clit, she came instantly, crying out and straining against him. Her cries made him ready, and he yelled out, “Oh, sweet mother of god, fuck me!” and bored into her one last time, spilling everything he had left before he pulled out of her and dropped her on the bed, then fell on top of her.

They lay there for what seemed like an hour or more, exhausted, and then he heard her whisper, “Red,” and giggle. He rolled to one side, and rolled her over to face him. When she pressed the flat of her hand softly against his cheek as only a lover could, he took her hand in his and kissed her palm. Her forehead was damp and her hair was stuck to it, her makeup a mess, and she had a dreamy look in her eyes.

Tony leaned in close and kissed her lips, and marveled at how soft they were, how warm and how sweet, made sweeter by the taste of his essence still on them. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. With his fingers he pushed her hair back from her face, and she reached up for his hand and kissed his knuckles.

“Baby, I don’t know what to say. What can I say to you? How can I tell you how much I love you, how much I need you?” he told her in a voice as warm and spicy as tabasco. “You’re my everything – lover, whore, baby, friend. If you ever leave me, I’ll die. I can’t live without you. I mean it – I’m not kidding. I need you like I need air and water.” She just continued to look at him with that dreamy gaze and smile. “Nik, say something. You okay?”

She licked her lips before she spoke, and her words were a lullaby to his heart. “Tony, I told you before, and I’ll tell you again: You can do whatever you please with my body. It belongs to you. I belong to you. Without you, I don’t care to go on. You’re my life, my whole world. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, nothing I wouldn’t give you, nothing I wouldn’t share with you. I’m yours. Forever. If you want me.”

He drew her to him and wrapped himself around her. If he could’ve drawn her in through his pores, he would’ve. He wanted to absorb her into him, to meld with her, to find that oneness he craved. It almost wasn’t enough to have his body inside hers; he wanted them to mesh somehow, to become one entity, one soul.

“We have somewhere to go tomorrow.”

“Where are we going, lover?” She traced the outline of his lips with her fingertip, making him want to make love with her the rest of the night, wild and hot and out of control.