The Slut Chronicles #7 ~ I Said No
Written by Laurel
Wednesday, 18 November 2009 04:35
She had a list in her mind. A list of things she was to do and to remember for the visit. It would be the first visit, after many months of online teasing. She was driving down his street now, checking the numbers, painfully aware there was nothing beneath her short, black dress.
No bra, no panties.
These were the rules. She didn’t always like rules but she’d followed these, for him. She got a tiny thrill out of doing something just because he’d told her to. It pleased him that, in spite of not having particularly submissive personality, she had the yearning to follow his rules.
She was a bit worried about one of them. He told her she was not allowed to cum until he gave her permission. No matter what else happened tonight, there would be no orgasm for her until she asked, no…begged and he said yes. She really had very little control or ability to hold back when she was ready to come. Everything in her brain and body urged her to let go and release.
Would she be able to stop herself? For him?
She spotted his house number, pulled into his driveway and felt her body react physically with anticipation, and a little fear, upon her arrival.
As she slid out of her car, she felt supremely self-conscious.
Is he watching me?
She focused her mind on putting one foot in front of the other, suddenly terrified she would trip and fall before she reached the door.
Adrenalin was surging through her veins making her heart beat quickly and her hand shake as she lifted it to ring the bell. Every second he waited to open the door felt like an hour, until finally he swung it open.
And then she was inside, guided by his welcoming smile and the butterscotch tone of his southern drawl as he said hello.
He touched her. His hands rested on her shoulders, just to help guide her coat off, but the results were electric. She felt dizzy with even greater levels of anticipation than before.
Can anticipation kill you?
She thought it might as he took her hand gently and led her into the living room. He asked her mundane questions, like if she’d had any trouble finding his place, and she answered without really thinking about it. She couldn’t focus on anything really, except that his hand had hers and his touch was driving rational thought from her mind.
“You seem nervous,” he stated in a soft, direct voice.
This statement startled out of her dizzy head space and she met his gaze without thinking about it, for the first time, blinking rapidly as his eyes bored into her and inspired nearly painful stomach knots and butterflies inside her.
“Yes, I…”
But she didn’t know what else to say. Her words hung, unfinished in the air between them and he simply stared at her, letting her become increasingly uncomfortable.
Suddenly, he broke the barrier between them as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a firm, insistent kiss.
He slid his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss and slipping his hands up to rest on either side of her face before delving into her long, blonde hair to grip a fist full of her tresses in each hand.
With this simple action, he claimed her as his. He pulled back, tugging her hair a bit so her head titled upward and her eyes met his again.
“Mine,” he whispered.
The single word made her knees buckle and she moaned loudly and without hesitation. He needn’t have said it and really, no verbal response from her was necessary. It was obvious from her response that she’d already given up control.
He released her hair and moved his hands to her shoulders, turning her to face away from him and reaching for the zipper in her dress. Black, silk fabric fluttered to the ground as his hands ran over her plump, firm ass. He explored her skin briefly with his soft touch before sliding his fingers around her body to cup breasts. His warm, hard body pressed against her as he kissed her neck and increased the pressure of his grip on her breasts.
The delirium he inspired with these gentle, pleasurable touches ended quickly as she felt his hand move away from her breast, only to return with a quick, sharp slap against her flesh.
She gasped softly and he slapped her breast again. Her nipples hardened and her body squirmed a little, but she left her hands at her sides, making no move to stop him as he smacked her breast repeatedly.
He slowly thumbed the nipple of her left breast as he continued torturing the other one. Her gasps grew to moans and, as he continued, she began to cry out without restraint.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he smacked the other breast and ended the onslaught of abuse the other breast had received. As he duplicated the rhythmic, continuous blows to her left breast, his other hand began caressing the abused flesh on the right. He brushed the tender nipple and her knees buckled for the second time.
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her from sinking to the floor.
“You like that, don’t you?” He asked in his deceptively casual drawl.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“You get off on the fucking pain, don’t you?” He asked in a harsher voice.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“If I stuck my fingers into your pussy right now, they would come out dripping, wouldn’t they?
“Yes,” she cried, the tinge of humiliation coloring her voice.
“Start rubbing your clit, slut.” He murmured harshly as he thrust his hips into her ass briefly, making her aware that he was fully erect and impossibly hard.
As she reached down between her legs, sliding two fingers across a slick and swollen clit, he pushed her firmly towards the couch.
“Bend over, slut, support yourself on the arm rest, but don’t you stop rubbing that clit, is that understood?”
She immediately complied, bending over and even spreading her thighs in a wide stance as she slowly dug her fingers into her own pink flesh.
He quickly landed a flat hand squarely and firmly against her ass as he growled softly.
“I asked you a question.”
She couldn’t remember what he’d asked her, to save her life, she couldn’t think of what he’d said. She just moaned a soft yes, hoping that would be the answer he wanted.
She heard his zipper and the unmistakable sounds of him pulling his cock from his jeans.
She rubbed faster without even thinking about it.
He pressed his rigid cock between her legs, sliding it between smooth, slick lips and bumping against her fast-moving fingers.
“When I tell you, and not before, you may push your cunt back onto my cock and fuck yourself with it. But not before I tell you to.”
She whimpered in understanding, her body tensing in anticipation and edging closer and closer to orgasm as she furiously brushed her fingers against her swollen pussy lips and her clit.
She waited. He said nothing.
Please.
He still said nothing. Her body jerked, anticipating his permission, barely able to hold onto control.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please, let me fuck you,” she pleaded louder.
He leaned against her pressing his cock against her dripping pussy.
“Not yet,” he growled through gritted teeth.
Her knees buckled for the third time that evening. She quickly regained her balance, maintaining her position with her pussy pressed against his cock.
There was nothing worse than being told no. And nothing better. She knew he knew this about her and was toying with her. He would push her to the limits of her control over her own body. She groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.
After another few moments, she heard that sweet southern drawl utter a single word and she lost control.
“Now.”
She shoved back, impaling herself on his thick, stiff cock until her ass was pressed against his hips and her pussy was filled completely. Just as quickly, she pulled away and began thrusting back hard, fast, relentlessly.
He didn’t move, he just let her use his cock like a toy. She just kept pounding, moaning, thrusting, crying out, becoming more needy with each stroke.
“Please, can I come?” She asked breathlessly.
“No.”
She whined loudly and her body quivered at the edge of control.
“Please,” she pleaded. “I need to come.”
“No,” he said it again, with a little more force, and a little more growl in his voice.
Fearing she would come without his permission, she slowed her thrusting and stopped moving her fingers against her clit altogether.
“Don’t you dare slow down, slut. Keep. Fucking. Yourself,” his voice was icy and hard, but thick with with lust as well.
She had to stop, she couldn’t keep going and not come.
“I can’t, I can’t keep going! I’ll come. Please, let me come,” she pleaded desperately.
“I said no.”
Instead of waiting for her to continue, he simply started plunging his thick cock into her soaked pussy. Over and over, he sank it to the hilt as hard and as fast as he could manage.
She couldn’t take his words paired with his fucking her like that and maintain anything resembling control. She didn’t even try. She just let herself go and was about to come when he sensed she was there and he yanked his cock from her aching, needy hole.
She cried out in dismay.
“Were you coming, slut?”
“Yes,” she wailed despondently.
“Did I say you could?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered softly. “But I couldn’t hold back any longer.”
“Do you need to come, slut?”
“Oh, yes, please, please,” she gasped with desperation as she pressed her dripping cunt back against his cock wantonly.
“Then come,” he stated simply, almost as if he didn’t seem to understand why she hadn’t already come.
Without hesitation, he slammed his cock back into her pussy and began thrusting violently again. She was screaming now, crying out with unmistakable relief as she simply let herself be fucked and let it send her over the edge.
She came hard and her knees buckled for a fourth time that evening.
Instead of holding her around the waist to keep her from falling, he shoved her forward, so her hips slammed against the arm of the couch and her face was shoved into the seat cushion beside it.
Her screams were muffled as continued to brutally thrust to the hilt, grunting and moaning as he did. Very soon after her own orgasm, she felt him tense and thrust deeply one more time with a loud, animalistic growl as he exploded inside her, filling her with hot, stick cum. He pulled back a bit and thrust deeply again, just a few more times with slow, deliberate purpose. She quivered and moaned softly into the couch as he did.
After a moment, he dragged her body up off the couch and into his arms, turning her to look at him and planting a grazing kiss across her lips.
“Not bad, for a girl who says she doesn’t like being told what to do.”
He chuckled as he said this and turned to lead her into the bedroom. Because, of course, their night was just getting started.
I absolutely love that line at the end…“Not bad, for a girl who says she doesn’t like being told what to do.” PRICELESS.
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Nice work, Laurel. Just stopping by as I try to read through the many stories on the ELust submission list. Like PinkPoppet, I enjoy the last line. Even with all the play-acting and roughness, you communicate their gentler affection for each other. I like that. And you have a fetish for the southern drawl?
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Is my fetish for accents showing?
This particular character is based on someone I know, who, while he will deny having any accent at all, has a delicious Southern accent I adore.
I really like this one. But then, you knew I would.
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