75 Wild

Lance pulls back from me, winks, and gets up from the bed, walking to his drawers and pulls out a few items. He comes back to me, lube, toy, and blindfold in hand.

He slides the blindfold on over my eyes, making my heart beat faster. All I can do is hear and feel what he will do.

I can feel him moving about, then hear the plop of clothes on the floor. The dip of the bed near my feet has me wiggling in anxious anticipation. His hands take and part my legs wide open for him. A minute seems like forever without him doing anything more.

I open my mouth to ask what's wrong, but instead of a question a moan replaces it. His hot wet mouth is on my clit, lapping and sucking it, hard.

Just as quickly though, his mouth disappears.

"Oh!" I cry out in annoyance.

Lance merely chuckles, and as I catch my breath, the buzz of a toy clicking on fills the room. He plays with the settings till he finds one he likes, a constant morse code of vibrations that have me trembling in anticipation.

He runs the toy through my lips and it's powerful vibrations has me jerking my body away from it.

"Tut -tut... Looks like I'm going to have to keep you in place..." Lance wraps an arm around one of my knees, pulling me closer to him.

I'm panting, as he slides the strong, vibrating toy back across my lips, making me jerk away again, but his firm hold has me barely moving at all.

"Lance..." I whimper, " it's too high..."

He pushes the toy into my sex, making me gasp as he starts teasing just the entrance, barely moving an inch in and out of me.

"No, it's not." He pauses and I can feel his eyes watching me. "See... you're loving it." He states, moving the toy out of me again and running it up between my lips to circle my clit.

"AH!" The pleasure is overwhelming right against my clit, it feels so good though too. It's like I need him to hold me where I am, otherwise my own reflexes would make me run from it. It feels amazing and is bringing me close to cumming quickly.

I rock my hips against the toy, letting myself enjoy it, when suddenly it disappears. "Ugh!" Frustrated, I stomp my free leg against the bed.

Lance just laughs and twists me onto my side, as I pant trying to do so and be comfortable with my arms. I hear the sound of lube before its cold, wetness hits my skin, covering me from ass to clit.

I can not get comfortable, my arms are twisted uncomfortably with the leather belt biting into my skin, cutting off circulation. I try to fiddle with the belt buckle to loosen it, but Lance rams in between my folds, making me cry out and twist further. In That moment the blindfold comes off my eyes, allowing me to see.

"Fuck! You feel amazing like this!" Lance begins to thrust like a beast, bending my one leg up, watching his cock disappear into me.

"Lance." I try to grab his attention as I cry out again, my wrists beginning to have circulation cut off. "Lance, my...!"

My anxiety starts picking up, my heart beating faster, and I'm having trouble finding air.

"You know you like my cock, filling your sweet little pussy up." Lance's eyes are closed as he fucks me, his forceful thrusts becoming harder and deeper.

"Lance!" I cry out again, trying to get him to pay attention, not wanting to use the safe word, but that would be next out of my mouth if he didn't open his fucking eyes.

"I want to hear you, scream out my name." Lance moans, as he pulls his cock out and shoves it back in.

I'm instantly pulled back in time, to Billy, my abuser, saying the same thing as I was tied up, crying. I shake my head and I'm back with Lance, but it's not making me feel any better.

"LANCE, PARTY'S OVER!" I shout, tears running down my cheeks, as sobs begin to rack my chest.

Lance freezes, pulls out of me, and immediately starts panicking, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Lirael. I'm so sorry!"

"Get this fucking thing off of my wrists, NOW!" I grit out through my teeth. My instincts are of a cornered animal that are turning me vicious. I know this, but my emotions are too amuck right now, I can't reign them in yet.

Lance is quick to flip me over and undo the belt, releasing my numb hands and I quickly sit up. I walk into the bathroom, a sobbing mess.

I'm massaging my numb hands, trying to get circulation back in them. I turn on the shower, and get in, standing under the water, sobbing as my hands tingle and burn with returned circulation.

I scrub myself clean, pulling myself back together, slowly. When I step out, I wrap myself up in a towel, drying myself off before wrapping the hotel's bath robe around me. I lightly blow dry my hair, and apply lotion to my body before I feel ready to go and talk to Lance.

I step around the corner to find Lance, sitting up against the head of the bed. He's lost in his thoughts fidgeting with the hem of the blanket with a guilty expression.

I hesitate to sit down, still embarrassed and nervous to approach him and this subject. I stand there a moment, fidgeting, before Lance snaps out of his thoughts and his attention springs up to my face.

"I really fucked that up, didn't I?" He pinches his brows together as he asks.

"Yeah." I grimace before tepidly stepping closer to sit on the edge of the bed.

Lance reaches for my hand and I pull it back on reflex. I spot the stab to his heart at my reaction in his eyes, as he pulls his hand back.

"I was just going to check on your wrists. I'm really sorry, Lirael. I did not do this on purpose. You do know that right?" His pleading eyes are begging for my forgiveness, which I don't know if I'm ready to give it yet.

I close my eyes tightly, pulling my lips tight into a thin line, as I think about it. "Yes, I do know you did not do it on purpose. You just got lost in the moment and forgot your responsibilities."

"Why didn't you say something?" Lance's question has me opening my eyes to look at him, dropping my jaw in an annoyed grin.

I close my mouth and grit out, "I was, you had your damn eyes closed." I cross my arms over my chest and hug myself. "Besides, every time I tried to say anything, you would make me have to take a breath with how hard you were fucking me. It sucks, because I was loving how that felt, but I could not handle the pain and lack of blood flow into my hands." I pause holding back tears that start to form, "But when you said you were going to make me scream your name... I had a flash back..."

A scoff coming from Lance has my head snapping up.

He rubs his head, scowling, "I really wish that asshole would quit fucking up our love life."