Shyloh Morgan's Blog

Chapter Six
Clay ushered his uptown piece of ass into the townhouse he held just outside the city limits of Midnight. It was true, he lived with his aunt, and uncle, but he had kept the townhouse for years; not for living, but for playing. He had found his latest conquest at a club in Savannah, who served his particular interest. He had taken her to dinner a couple of times, and now it was time for her to earn her keep. The way Clay saw it, the price of the two dinners had paid for her services, much like he would have paid a prostitute.

He dropped the keys to the townhouse in a small bowl he kept on the table in the entryway as the woman followed him inside. There was really no need to turn on the lights, but he would indulge her, and allow her to pretend they were something more than a one-night stand.

The walls of the townhouse were dark-blue, with red candles over many of the surfaces. There were no furnishings found in most homes. Instead of a couch, he had a rack. Instead of a love-seat, there was a spank-bench. The back bedroom did offer a king-sized bed, but this woman would never find out.

The woman looked around with eyes wide. He had stocked, not a single room as most fetish people would, but an entire home. She didn't know what she had gotten herself into, but it was either going to be an exquisite time or an atrocious time. She turned to look at Clay, in hopes she would see some indication of what she was in for on his face, but instead saw nothing. His face was completely devoid of any type of emotion.

“Remove your clothes. Leave just the panties on.” Clay commanded, his tone clipped and rigid.

The woman complied instantly. In a heartbeat, the distance between them was gone as he appeared behind her. His forearm wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against his much larger frame, with his fingers gripping the arch of her hipbone. His other arm went across her neck, his other forearm resting under her chin as his head tilted to the side and whispered just below her ear.

“I'm going to fuck you Kara, but first I'm going to push you against that wall and taste what is mine for the night. You are going to submit. You aren’t allowed to scream, or beg unless I tell you to.”

Clay pressed his indurated cock against the firm globes of Kara's ass and ground his hips in a slow circle. His fingers left her hip and slid to her lower abdomen as he used his greater strength to walk her towards the St. Andrew’s cross located on one of the back walls. His fingers slid lower still and adroitly slipped over the apex of her satin covered sex. The walk toward the cross was deliberate, as he stroked over her panties. Clay applied enough pressure to press the outer folds of Kara's sex against her clit. His palms went to the arch of her hips as he hooked his thumb under each side of her panties.

“You won't be needin’ these.”

Clay moved his thumbs aptly and tore the fabric from her body. The red satin was a stark contrast against the ivory tile. His palms worked slowly up and down Kara's outer thighs for a moment before he quickly spun her to face him and slid to his knees — slowly easing in place to worship at the sexual altar of Kara.

His palms rose up the inner aspects of her thighs, spreading Kara wide for his view. He dipped his head low and rubbed his cheek against her right thigh, taking in the scent of her arousal.

“Don't move Kara, all I want to hear is my name on your lips. I'm going to run my tongue over every inch of your pussy. I'm going to taste you completely. I'm going to slide my tongue inside you, I'm going to suck your clit, and you will stay still. You will also keep your eyes open and watch me.”

As his last word fell from his lips, Clay slid his tongue from the back of her sex to the front, circling over her clit, and sliding back to dip inside of her. His cock jumped behind the zipper of his jeans. Clay needed release of some sort, or the erection he was sporting was going to drive him crazy. He released one side of Kara’s inner thighs, closing her tighter over his face as his hand released his throbbing cock from the confines of the denim. He eased his jeans down his hips as his tongue continued to stroke over Kara's sex. His palm encircled his cock and he gave a groan against her core as the taste of her arousal slid down his throat, and his hand pumped over his cock. Clay’s blue gaze met her green one as his tongue flicked quickly over her clit.

Kara's legs felt like Jell-O, her knees locking into place to hold her upright as she heard the first words Clay spoke. The erotic images he conjured and the husky tenor of his voice had arousal blooming at the juncture of her thighs.

God, this man had her body primed and begging for him with barely a touch. She knew by the look in his eyes and the fuck-me vibe, all but bouncing off him, she was in for the night of her life. She knew he wouldn’t stop until she was hoarse with the screams of pleasure, her muscles ached with the strain of holding back her orgasms until he commanded them, and the incomparable pleasurable ache she would end the night with.

At the first stroke of his tongue through the balmy folds of her sex, Kara’s hips bucked forward. Her movements were quickly restrained by the strength of Clay pulling her tighter against the thrust of his tongue. Her eyes closed for a moment as she fought against an orgasm blooming, suddenly and out of nowhere — catching her unaware as she shook slightly against him.

Kara fought against the orgasm, pushing back the tides of pleasure before she opened her eyes, instantly locking onto Clay’s blue gaze, staring up at her from between her thighs. Again her orgasm bloomed, a fresh flood of arousal no doubt coating his questing tongue as he speared into core. She wanted to orgasm to bad she could taste it, but she knew she couldn’t, not yet anyway. Eventually, he would tell her to and with those two words she would explode in pleasure.

A low moan escaped her lips as his tongue moved across her clit, her body bucking against the caress. His hand was digging into the flesh of her thigh while she was so close to her orgasm she could barely hold it back. Sheer force of will held Kara in check as she shook above him.

Clay braced Kara's body even tighter as she disobeyed his command of no movement while his tongue continued its assault on her torrid folds. His tongue moved over her clit, gliding back to dip inside her sex. The taste of Kara sliding smoothly down his throat was making his cock harder by the second. His palm moved over his cock as if he were sliding deep into the depths of Kara's body, his hand sliding around the crown of his, then to the base, where he applied more pressure.

Clay wanted more. He wanted to taste the release of her orgasm on his tongue, coating his lips, and sliding over the fingers he was about to ease into her. He wanted all she had to give and more. Clay used his shoulders to widen her thighs as he widened his stance to allow him to be completely under her, and freeing his hand. He flicked his tongue over her clit, before drawing the bundle of nerves into his mouth with his lips.

Clay eased first one finger in her, then a second, quickly followed by a third. His fingers pumped in and out of her body with ease, coated in the honey she provided. His lips remained around the tight bundle of nerves for a long moment before he released the light suction and applied pressure with the flat of his broad tongue. While his tongue worked her clit from the outside, his fingers found the sweet spot that resided at the ceiling of her core and slid over with a force internally. He released the grip on his cock, allowing it to lay heated and corpulent against his thigh. He moved his, now free, palm up Kara's inner thigh, and up higher to grip the globe of her ass firmly. Clay raised his hand and allowed it to land against her ass sharply as he felt the inner walls of her sex begin to tighten around his fingers. It was punishment for lack of obedience, she came when he said so and not before.

After he had felt her body was at the brink of breakdown, Clay pulled his mouth away from her sex for only a moment to speak against the fevered flesh.

“Come for me, Kara. Come for me, now.”

The command was simple and to accentuate his point, Clay gave another loud smack to her ass. This one was of pleasure, unlike the first it was angled to the side to allow the vibrations of slap to reverberate her sex against his mouth. Clay pulled back slightly waiting for the building release he was determined to make a reality.

Kara’s body was a bundle of nerves, completely in tune with everything Clay did to her. Every stroke he made across her fevered flesh, each slide of his fingers into her fiery core, and each erotic lap of his tongue against her clit. A faint flush had broken across her skin, her nipples tight with need for the soothing stroke of his tongue.

The sharp slap of his hand across the curve of her ass brought her focus back into startling clarity. A soft moan left her parted lips as his hand soothed the sting. The second slap made her hips grind slowly against the lash of his tongue and the drive of his fingers. A small whimper of protest left Kara’s lips as Clay pulled back from her drenched sex, the loss of stimulation forcing her hips forward, searching for his tongue again. The final slap was her undoing, coupled with his sensual words spoken in a passion raw tone. She couldn't keep up her iron-clad rein on her orgasm any longer, the look in Clay's eyes pushing her over the edge and into her orgasm. Kara's lips parted on a low groan, building in swells until she screamed his name.

“Clay.”

She shook uncontrollably above him. Only the fact his broad, muscled shoulders were holding her thighs apart kept her from falling. Wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her, yet all she could do was ride those waves and keep her gaze locked on his.

A slow grin broke across Clay's' face. One that was all male and satisfied — he had made his fuck-buddy come undone at his hand. The night was young, and he had much more in store for her. He wanted her in every depraved way that he could possibly have her.

He began his slow ascend back up Kara's body. The flat of his tongue having lapped up every drop of her orgasm, then parted the globes of her ass and traveled up the long column of her spine. His hands gripped her thighs to keep her in place as his tongue ended its trip at the base of Kara's skull.

He commanded gruffly, near her ear, “Come with me.”

It was not a request as he used his grip on her thighs to lead her over to a chair he had in the corner. The hot, heavy weight of his cock was pressed between the globes of her ass as he continued leading her to the sex-chair.

“Sit.”

Clay demanded and watched Kara obey. The look of her in the sex chair, even before strapped in, made his bare cock leap and beg to enter her body in some form or fashion. He knelt and strapped her legs in the manacles of the chair — an act which left her spread wide before him. While he was knelt before her, Clay couldn't help himself. He stroked his tongue through the folds of her passion soaked sex.

Clay rose to his feet and fastened the restraints over her wrist on the arms of the sex chair. She was then unable to move, and he planned to spend hours taking her to the brink of orgasm, and refusing to allow her to topple over until he permitted her to do so.

He stood back to his full height in front of Kara, and contemplated blindfolding her, but decided against it. He wanted her to see him, and to see what he was doing to her body. Clay palmed his thick, long, erection and stepped closer to Kara.

His voice was gruff, laden with lust as he spoke, but the modulation of complete dominance.

“Kara, I'm goin’ to dip my cock in your pussy and then pull out so that my hand will glide over the shaft with ease. I'm goin’to bury my cock in you balls deep and pull out, but know that each time my palm goes over my cock, I'm thinkin’ of how good you are goin’ to feel wrapped around me.”

The sex-chair she sat in had been custom made and placed every part of her body at the perfect height for the debauchery he indulged in. He stepped closer still until his cock was level with the entrance to her sex. In one fluid movement Clay thrust into Kara, balls deep — just as he had promised. His pelvic bone met her body and he gave an inaudible growl. The feel of her, tight, torrid, core almost more than he could stand.

He pulled back with a groan of protest, knowing the prolonged gratification would only serve to make the final union worthwhile. He palmed his, now slick, shaft and slid his palm over the length of his cock as his order was groaned out.

“Keep your eyes on me, Kara.”

She rested her head against the back of the chair, her legs parted by the restraints. Her body was, undoubtedly, glistening with her prior release. The muscles in her legs trembled and her fingers curled into her hands. She lifted her head, meeting the glacial-blue of Clay’s gaze as she listened to his words. God, how could he have her rushing headlong towards another orgasm with only a few words? The words were so arousing and painted such a vivid image she was sure she could feel him drive into her body — even before he did.

As he stepped closer, Kara quivered in anticipation, her gaze flicking between the dark look in his eyes and the proud jut of his rock-hard cock. As he drove into her waiting core, she arched as much as she could, her breath leaving her on a low moan which turned to protest as he withdrew all too quickly. Gritting her teeth, she gave him a small nod. Her gaze dropped as she watched the tanned flesh of his hand wrap around his cock.

The tendons stood out in stark relief across the muscles of his forearms. The pleasure which showed on his face as he stroked down his steely length. Heat welled between her parted thighs, her internal muscles clenching in protest at having what she needed taken away from her so quickly. She was ready to beg for more.

A moan left Kara's lips, again, as she glanced up at his face then back to his erection. “Yes...”

Clay continued to stroke the length of his cock as he stood before her. He wanted her so badly he was physically in pain. His cock ached for her and his balls were so tight he felt they may rupture. The pain he felt only drove him further, with the knowledge his pain would end in pleasure abounding.

He stood watching her, for what seemed like an eternity, as he stroked his cock. He nearly brought himself to completion but fought back the urge to release his seed over her pert breast. Clay mulled over what he wanted to do next to his bang-buddy. He wanted her to come so many times she physically couldn't stand it anymore.

The height of the chair put Kara in the perfect position for many things, but he thought he would start with a little prolonged gratification. He stepped forward and looked down at Kara's bare sex. The dewy folds glistened for him — because of him. Male pride swelled in him. He, and only he, had the power to bring her to the point of lecherous induced insanity. That was just the state he was determined to have her in before the night was over, and he kicked her prime-ass out of his townhouse.

He braced the arms of the chair, allowing his cock to fall hot and heavy against the seat. He growled low, allowing the sound to rumble from his chest. He pulled his hips back, his breath fell hot and humid on Kara's neck as he dipped his head. His teeth nipped down the smooth column of her neck, while his hips pushed forward, burying his cock completely in her core. He growled again as his teeth traveled lower before making a detour, sweeping, slow with deliberate ease, across her jutting clavicle.

Clay pulled his hips back, dragging his cock nearly out of the torrid sheath of her body. He couldn't bring himself to extract his cock completely. The amble crown of his cock remained just inside the entrance of her sex, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves which resided on the canopy of her core.

Clay lifted his head as an enigmatic grin crossed his lips. He knew g-spot orgasms drove women crazy, and his goal was to drive Kara to sexual insanity, after all. He released his grip on the arms of the chair, as he wondered how she would handle an orgasm that was elicited with both g-spot and clit stimulation. He was about to find out. He pushed his hips forward, allowing his pelvis to meet hers while his hand cupped her chin, lifting her head so he could look directly into her eyes. When he spoke his voice was laden with lust, but remained all business.

“Kara, I'm goin’ to fuck you fast and hard. I want you to look down as my cock slides into your pussy. I want you to watch as my fingers stroke your clit while my cock slides across your g-spot. When you come, and make no mistake you will come, I want you to shout it to the world who is the only man that can make you come like that. Do you understand?”

Clay pulled his hips back, again, nearly dislodging his cock once more before he slid half of his cock into her tight sex. He could feel the bundle of nerves he was searching for, and started to move at rapid speed. Each thrust caused the ridge of his cock, just below the crown, to stroke Kara's g-spot impetuously as his fingers played her clit with a mastered skill. His free hand cupped one of her full breasts, with his thumb and index finger he rolled the tight peak of her breast. His head dipped low, never missing a beat with the rapid-fire thrust of his hips, and took her other nipple between his teeth.

Kara panted quietly, as she did exactly as she was told. She watched the hard pounding of Clay's cock into her waiting sheath. She was so primed for release she knew she wouldn't last long before she screamed out his name. The added pleasure of both is fingers across her clit and his teeth on her nipple were a heady combination she couldn't ignore.

Her hips lifted as much as they could from the chair to meet each of his thrusts with a small one of her own. Her head thudded back against the padding of the seat before she forcibly dragged herself forward to continue watching Clay take her body unlike anything she had experienced before.

“Oh, God,” Kara groaned as she all but writhed on the chair. Each stroke he made became quicker across her G-spot. Each tantalizing tease of his fingers across her clit and the painful pleasurable rasp of his teeth across her nipple had her rushing headlong into another orgasm. Her mouth gaped open as she struggled to suck in a breath. Her hips moving erratically against him as her climax slammed forcibly into her. Her lips parted on a low keening scream as her gaze flicked up to meet the arctic-blue gaze of his while his lips and teeth worked against her nipple.

“Clay!” Kara screamed out as her body bucked against his, pleasure crashing over her as she came apart at his hands. Her back bowed from the seat, the restraints were the only things holding her in place. Her fingers curled into fists, as she shuddered violently, while faint beads of sweat broke across her flesh and she gasped for breath.

“Oh. My. God.”

She bit out as she panted another aftershock of her orgasm slamming into her.

“Clay.”

His name was a whispered benediction as her head fell back weakly against the chair. Her hips were still jerking towards his driving cock as a slow whimper left her lips.

“Please...”

Clay had to bite his lower lip to the point of tasting his own blood, in an effort to stave off his release. He couldn't give in now. He had determination. Kara's previous orgasm was enough to pull any man into release, but Clay was not just any man. He had set his mind to a goal and he wouldn't stop until he had accomplished it.

The sex chair in which Kara was positioned had many uses. Its design was one of many functions. For instance, at that very moment, he had a fucking machine under the seat, with a glass juicer attached to the thruster. The chair had one large hole in the center. That was to allow access to a person's sex when they were seated in the chair. Clay refused to pull his cock from the tight sheath of her sex. Concentrating with all of his might, he reached for various items which were located near the chair. He was glad he had prepared all his equipment before he went out for the evening.

He pressed the pedal which caused the thruster to raise the juicer. The glass juicer was poised at the entrance to her forbidden passage. He looked down at Kara, his chest heaving with need as a personal porn show flicked through his head. When he finally paused the porno, he spoke, with obvious lust in his voice.

“Kara, I'm goin’ to fuck you until you can't think straight, have trouble seein’, and walkin’ will be out of the question. I want you so sore after this session that every step you take reminds you of me and all the things I did to do to you.”

As Clay continued his shallow thrust, he reached for the metal nipple clips. Within minutes, he had both attached and he had wrapped the length of connecting chain around his wrist. He gave a slight tug to test the security and her reaction. All seemed well so he picked his next device. It was a clothespin looking contraption with two small vibrating eggs no bigger than a watch battery. He traced an index finger down Kara's chest, her abdomen and to her sex.

He kept up the shallow thrust as he parted the outer folds of her high-class sex. He placed the vibrating clothespin on her clit and hit the “on” switch. He started it on the lowest setting, at first, allowing her to get accustom to the sensation. When he felt she was ready, he turned the clit vibrator wide open. In one fluid movement, he pressed the pedal to the thruster as he pushed his own hips forward, filling both entrances of her body. He gave her a few minutes to adjust to all the things her body was feeling. He then gave a tug to chain that was attached to the nipple clamps, allowing the steel to bite into her pert nipples.

After she had adjusted, his hips started to swing freely and with force as he worked the pedal on the thruster in tandem. Clay could feel the juicer pressing against his cock, making Kara's sex an even tighter fit. He groaned aloud as he tried to fight off his own orgasm.

Kara bit back a moan as the pin clamped down onto her flesh. Her body giving an involuntary jerk forward as the first vibration rumbled through her sex.

“God!”

A slow shake started working its way through her body until she grew slightly more accustomed to the sensations her body was feeling. Just when she had relaxed back into the seat, she let out a louder moan, bordering on a small scream as the vibration sped up — pushing her closer to her next orgasm. Just as she was sure she couldn't take any more pleasure, the juicer slid into the tight chasm of her ass, she was completely filled.

“Oh fuck!”

She bit out as Clay tugged on the clamps, her body shaking uncontrollably as she ground down onto both his cock and the juicer. She was so close to screaming out her release again she wasn't sure how she was holding it together. Pleasure was crashing into her like waves on a rock.

“Oh fuck, Clay!”

Kara screamed out as her orgasm slammed into her with enough force to roll her eyes back into her head. Her mouth fell open as she cried out again, her inner walls clenching like a vice around his cock, the restraints rattling loudly as she writhed against the chair.

“That's it Kara, let go. I want to know when your body can't take anymore. I want to know when your body is on the brink of exhaustion and your mind is on the cusp of insanity.”

Clay pushed his hips forward to accentuate the point as the thruster pushed the juicer completely inside her. He eased off the pedal as he slowly pulled his hips back, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness before he started a hard and pounding rhythm with both his cock and the juicer. She was urging him toward his own release, but he had to hold off.

He pulled on the clamps, tugging Kara's nipples to an even tauter state. He ducked his head low and ran his tongue over first one peak then the other. The feel of the inner walls of her core contracting from her own release caused his knees to weaken, and it was by sheer willpower he stayed upright. He dipped his head again and slowly his teeth crept up the line of her shoulder, along her neck, and landed behind her ear.

“Don't hold out on me Kara. Let me feel you come, again. Let me control your mind like I do your body. Give. In. To. Me.”

Each word was punctuated with a thrust of his hips, taking his cock deeper into her body, allowing his pelvic bone to press the vibrating pin against her clit and hold it there as he started a slow, circular grind. The prolonged anticipation was killing him, but he knew the end was always worth the process.

Kara could barely hold her head upright as pleasure slammed into her over and over again. The slow grind Clay started against her core was her undoing. The one motion coupled with the look on his face, and the sound of his voice sent her body soaring.

Her mind shut down completely giving up under the assault of Clay's pounding, the juicer slamming into her, and the hard tug against her nipples. She couldn't even form a scream as another orgasm slammed into her body, a second swiftly joining the first. Her body shook uncontrollably as her head lolled forward to rest against Clay's shoulder for a second. As a third orgasm slammed into her, Kara's head fell back against the padded cushion of the chair, her entire body tensed, muscles contracting and releasing as she shuddered uncontrollably.

Her body bucked forward, driving her hips as much as she could against his cock. Swallowing a few times, she whispered, loud enough he would hear her over the bass of the music and sound of flesh meeting flesh.

“Please baby, let yourself go. Come with me this time.”

Sweat gleamed across her flesh, her lips were parted and her hair tumbled around her shoulders in disarray but she didn't care how she looked. She didn't care that her words came out as gasps or that she stumbled to form a sentence. She just needed to feel Clay let go.

She ground herself back against him, clenching her internal muscles around his cock to add to his pleasure — another orgasm creeping up on her unawares. Kara's back bowed from the chair, the motion pulling the clamps on her nipples even tighter as she let out a low, harsh groan, her body writhing again

Each of her orgasms drew Clay closer and closer to his own release. He was holding onto the thinnest of raveled threads as she pleaded for him to come with her. His hips swung freely for a few more moments. Then he eased the motion of the thruster and started a slow, methodical rhythm with both his hips and the pedal.

He pulled his hips back, nearly dislodging his cock from Kara's core, only to slide back in inch by agonizing inch, with the thruster following his suit, until both were seated to the hilt in her body. He used his pelvic bone to press the vibrating pin against her sensitive clit before he started the process over again. Even the slower pace had him teetering on the brink of orgasm, but it allowed him to savor the feel of the prized piece-of-ass around him.

“Don't call me fuckin' baby.”

It was the last and only sentence his mind could form. He quickly pulled his cock from her core and used his hand to pump his seed across her belly. There was no way in hell he was getting caught with a baby-mama. His head fell back as he growled at the ceiling in ecstasy while his hand moved over his erection in just the way he liked to be touched.

He left Kara sitting in the chair as he padded to the bathroom to clean himself up. She was still restrained and that was just as he had intended. He took a few moments in the bathroom and returned wearing a pair of low-hung sweat pants as a lit cigarette hung loosely from the corner of his mouth. He quickly unhooked all the restraints which had held her in place. Her body was limp, and Clay was all male cockiness. He had never been one to boast of his sexual prowess, but he knew he was good at what he did. In the circles he ran in outside of Midnight, he was well-known for his sexual drive, and his abilities.

Kara finally caught her breath and stood from the chair. She started to speak as she removed the nipple clamps from her throbbing breasts, but was quickly cut off as Clay raised a finger.

“You don't need to say anythin’. It was fun. The bathroom is down the hall, and the door is right over there. I'm sure you can find both in silence.”

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