While Noah’s obvious examination and approval didn’t escape me, neither did the way he spoke through gritted teeth.
“Put your hands over your head on that wall.”
When he slid two wide silver cuffs over my wrists and snapped them shut with a definitive clunk, the metal was cold against my skin, a somehow sexy contrast to the heat of the bath, which still warmed my blood. The strange bracelets momentarily distracted me with their shiny beauty.
Noah grabbed the chain which connected the ornamental bands and used it to pull my hands toward the ceiling. He latched the links over a hook on the wall that I hadn’t even noticed, fastening me in place with a solid clank, trapping me in place, under his power.
The cuffs bit slightly into my wrists, holding me in place, half-naked and vulnerable. The skirt of my skimpy nightgown rode part-way up my ass.
“You’re in trouble now.” He said matter-of-factly, using one of his oversized fingers to swipe at the moisture between my legs, circling it around my back hole.
To know those big solid hands were touching me was beyond erotic, and my pussy wept at the thought, but the tingling that swept up the back of my neck and across my face expressed my mortification over having him explore me there.
“Wait!” I pleaded.
His laughter held an edge I’d never heard from him before, as if he balanced on a precipice of insanity, unhinged. "I'm so sick of waiting to see you naked. Wondering if other men are experiencing that privilege when you're mine." He probed my back door with his fingers. "All mine."
My chest thrust out, knowing I was the cause for his temporary madness, and he parted my butt cheeks and placed the cold tip of the plug against my opening.
The strange thing was, instead of frightening me, I bit my lip to stifle an outcry of delight.
Finally.
This infuriating man was at last putting his hands on me.
How many nights had I laid awake, dreaming of Noah doing just this?
Kissing me.
Taking me hard with what always appeared to be a formidable, thick cock whenever it made itself known in his pants.
He got into my face and growled, “As per usual, I can see you’re not taking this seriously enough.” Without warning, he ever-so-slowly pushed the oblong shape I’d already worn once today up inside me.
I gasped and pulled away.
His hoarse whisper broke the tension. “Come here.” He wrapped his huge forearm around the front of my hips and pulled me onto the plug, effortlessly, as if I weighed less than nothing, until he buried it to the hilt.
Once deposited, he used the tail end as his handle, and manipulated me to stand on my tiptoes, pulling my backend so that it arched towards him in invitation.
His muscular arms were bare, and my body ached for his touch. Instead, he just kept torturing me with his talking. “I wanted to take this time to get to know you. Go slow. But as per usual, you’re fucking up my plans.”
I felt a lurch of excitement within me. “Plans?” That meant he’d arranged this in advance. Same as me, he’d been scheming on how to have sex.
His next words made me take a quick breath of utter astonishment.
“To woo you. Make you tell me all the things you hold as secret in your heart. Force you to admit things you wished you didn’t.” There was a spark of some undefinable emotion in his eyes, and it frightened me far more than the prospect of being at the mercy of his punishment. “To prove you’re mine.” His hand moved to where I ached for him, and I shoved my hips back, pressing my feet against the floorboards.
The cozy wood fire contrasted with the sound of dead leaves scuttling across the porch, and tree branches scraping at the sides and roof of the cabin. A wind kicked up, its moaning gusts emulating the unrest of my senses.
Noah said in a grudging voice. “You’re practically begging me to fuck you. So fuck first, it is.” His hands felt like brands on my skin, when he reached between my legs to work his strong fingers into me, setting me afire. “Tell me I’m right.”
Maybe this meant he’d forgotten all about my punishment.
“Turn around so you can watch what I’m doing to you.” He slowly spun me on the chain so my back was against the wall, and lowered his bulk to the floor so he was on his knees before me. Leaning forward, he took a good long sniff of me, as if smelling a rose in the garden instead of my ready wetness.
He licked my juices off of his hand while watching me with a gleam of lust in his green eyes. The soft fur of the tail-plug grazed my backside, and excitement lurched within me.
“What are you doing?” It was obvious what was going down—Noah, on me—but I couldn’t convince myself after all this time my dreams were coming true.
His eyes clouded in a sexual haze, and an owl hooted outside, articulating all the things that scared me about this man. Not his intimidating size, or that he spoke in grunts.
Noah was a man to whom I could get attached, and that meant getting hurt.
He answered my question with an admonishment, “Pay attention.” He pinched my clit, making it pulse pleadingly under his fingers, reminding me he was all I wanted, all I could think about. “You asked a question. Here’s your answer.” His huge shoulders leaned in to his work and the relentless lashing of his tongue kept me prisoner to desire far more effectively than any handcuffs. He kept at it, lapping between my legs until every inch of me lit up with the burning, urgent need to possess him. Again, he stopped to proclaim, “I’m tasting you. You’re fucking delicious.” Using the plug for leverage, he shoved me towards his mouth and feasted as if he were a starving man. The building shivers consumed me.
I waited for his body, thick with muscle, to rise, and position his cock at my core, preparing himself to thrust deep.
Instead, he sheathed his tongue in me once more, his mouth never stopped working my wet center, tonguing the place that made my insides coil with tight lust, constricting around his fingers which kneaded and pulled me towards orgasm, until my teeth clenched and toes curled.
He pulled his face from me, and his hands traced the contours of my body. His hands lightly traced a path over my skin, and it wasn’t enough.
I needed him inside of me. “Do it already. Fuck me.” The prolonged anticipation was almost unbearable, and every sensation amplified from the erotic stretching of my back side.
“Not yet, my royal vixen.” On that note, he placed a solid smack on my pussy, and the floorboards creaked as he spun me to face the wall.
My lady bits were so hot, they throbbed with every beat of my heart, a pure pulse of lust and longing to be filled by him. The swishing of my tail skimmed sensually across the back of my thighs.
I writhed at the end of my chains, senseless and submissive, hoping the sight of me would make him meet my hammering yearning to be filled by him.
“Please, Noah. Please fuck me.” I shook my back end at him, hoping the kinky fox tail would be his undoing. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“Not until I allow it,” he growled.
I hung by my wrists, his plaything. Only he definitely wasn’t kidding around.
He warned me in a voice that held danger. “You’ve been a very bad girl and you need punishing.”
Smack!
The hot slap of his hand on my ass made me want to cry. It didn’t hurt, unless you counted the empty ache that pulled at me so hard, I wanted to sob. Two sensations had simultaneous mastery over my ass, the sting of his discipline, and the persistent, teasing ache of being stuffed full.
He was a cruel, cruel man. Snatching me out of my lucrative competition. Leading me to believe I’d finally get what I wanted from him, only to play patty cake with my butt cheeks, leaving me desperate and horny.
I hated him.
When he spoke again, his voice was tender, almost a murmur. “You’ve made me wait a long time for this, my princess. Now it’s your turn…”
“God, please. Just fuck me.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Pleasure pulsed in my bloodstream as his hard hand landed on my bare ass for a count of twenty, the smack of the fast, furious spanking increasing the sensation of penetration by the plug, making me jolt, first with shock, then with longing. Tears of frustration formed.
“Noah!” I whimpered. “Why are you doing this?” I looked over my shoulder and watched as his huge palm lifted and walloped again and again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
With mounting frustration, he bellowed so loudly I froze. “Because you make me crazy! Ever since the first day I met you, you’ve been driving me crazy with your plump bottom and perfect breasts!”
I turned to see him glooming and glowering at me, a man who towered over others by a full eight inches. If I had any sense, I’d be scared shitless right now. Instead, I went weak in the knees, stuck my tongue out at him and giggled. “You’re saying I’ve been torturing you with my tits and ass?” My lady bits, as well as my vanity, was aroused. “Prove it.”
His face froze, but at least he was no longer glowering. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
I grew embarrassingly wet over his command as he grit out the single word, “No.”
His next blow came unexpectedly, serving as a punctuation mark.
Spank! His voice rang with command, “Sass.” Smack!
He spanked my bare bottom once more, and I went limp.
“Okay, Noah. You’re in charge.” Hanging from the cuffs, I was at his mercy.
He spun me around once more like his very own personal sex toy, and wrapped his arms around my thighs, sliding me up the wood paneling, tail dragging, pinned between his trunk and the wall. With one hand, he tugged his zipper down and reached inside for the prize.
Tearing my gaze away from his profile was virtually impossible, but I had to look.
When I glanced down at him, it was clear I’d won the giant cock jack pot.
My daily fantasies about him were rampant, but nothing prepared me for his formidable girth, the expansive head of which was now nestled at my entrance, leaking its eagerness to shove inside me.
Suddenly, he set me on top of it, lifting me over him so he could stuff me full, opening me wide as he slid me down his shaft and thrust deep.
“Oh God. That feels amazing.” His tone could be mistaken for ecstasy or agony.
I was fine with either because it meant that finally I had him right where I wanted him.
He gripped the back of my thighs, and lifted me so I wrapped my roller skate conditioned legs around his waist. My juices had prepared the way and his thick dick slid right inside. The snap of his hips filled me to the brim with his erection, fucking me deep. My eyes rolled towards the back of my head and I hungered for him even more.
He made a rough voiced request, “Open your eyes and look at me.”
I did as he said, and clenched around him, squeezing in a way that told me I’d come on him soon. Contrary to what I might have people believe, this was a first for me. Being taken in the back and the front. And with his intimidating width and length, it was not easy going.
Noah bucked into me, fucking me, until I was riding him like his horse through the woods, galloping towards my orgasm. The animal in me bit his shoulder, and my nails dug into my palms, still trapped over my head as he took me hard. His thrusts so rough I moaned his name. “Deeper Noah. I’m going to come all over you.”
He leaned down, fell on me with a voracious growl, licking my flesh, sucking at my neck and nipping a line along my collar bone while he inhaled my scent. “I’ll allow it, little fox. But the name you call out better be ‘daddy’ when your sweet pussy clenches down on my cock like a fist.”
Something about that last command, both naughty and nice, sent a thrill rocketing through me, catching me by surprise.
“Yes, daddy, time for you to fuck me. Take me as hard as you want.” My brain had fled the scene, talking nonsense. It left behind in its wake pure, pumping lust. “Next time I want you to take my ass with your big cock instead of this plug. Stretch me wide back there—but punish me first.” I cried out my orgasmic release as pulse after pulse, he emptied himself into me.
He’d given me what I was waiting for—my secret desire. He ravished me and lovingly forced me to yield to him. It felt like coming home to a place I wanted to stay for a very long time.
And that was unfamiliar and frightening awareness.
Sticking around meant settling.
He deserved better than someone who could never say she truly belonged to him. My nomadic childhood trained me to move on before things ever got serious. Even though I’d wanted Noah for what seemed like forever, it wouldn’t be long before my inner alarm clock went off, infusing me with the urge to leave this town. I wished I were the kind of girl who could settle down and make nice with a family and home of my own, but after spending a couple years in one place, I got the irresistible urge to leave.
Until then, I could make it up to him by being his good girl and asking very nicely if he’d let me suck his cock. That didn’t make me a cheap whore. It made me an opportunist.