Harmony
Jaheim pulls his hand from my dress, rests one last kiss on my lips, and then turns me in his arms to hold me. My chest is still heaving, my pussy’s still clenching, and I feel like I’m fucking high.
“Feel better?”
He's had me on the edge all day, with those little touches here, and little touches there. All these people up in this place fucking had me jealous as hell.
Shit, they still do.
I wanna feel Jaheim’s thick, hard dick breaking down the walls in my pussy. I want him pulling my hair, spanking my ass, and calling me a slut. It might sound fucked up, but the shit that nigga’s talking to that girl is fucking hot. “Yeah...”
His eyes darken. “Go on...”
He knows I’m holding back.
I feel for his dick, shivering when I feel the strength of it. “I want this, like that.”
I think I’ve surprised him. “Tell me.”
“I want it hard…” Fuck I’m so turned on. I stroke him again and he hardens beneath my palm. “I want you to call me names like that, too.”
The look he gives me makes me weak. “Jesus,” he hisses. “Whoever the fuck mated us knew exactly what they were doing.” He takes my hand and practically drags me from the room.
I can feel people watching as I borderline run to keep up with him down the hall. We reach a staircase with a sign that says no entry, but Jaheim ignores it and begins to take the steps.
“This is off limits,” I whisper.
“Not for us it's not.”
“Where are we going?”
His hand tightens around mine. “You'll find out soon enough.”
We reach a door at the top and Jaheim pulls a key from his pocket.
“How did you get that?”
He smirks. “I guess you’re not the only one full of surprises.”
He’s used my line back against me. “So I see.”
He unlocks the door and we go inside. It's dimly lit by a lamp on the wall and I take a look around. A piece of black and red furniture that I can only describe as a type of pummel horse is in the centre of the room. It has straps attached and my stomach flutters when I notice them.
There’s a bed on the right, too, and a single set of draws on the far left. My pussy jumps in excitement wondering what’s inside them. Is he gonna whip me? Is he gonna gag me? My mind’s in overdrive.
He locks the door behind me and then his front is against my back. “That is a spanking bench…” He begins to unzip my dress. “I’m gonna spank you while I fuck you. As hard and as long as you can take.”
I swear my legs almost give way. “Are you gonna call me a slut, too?”
He slides my dress off my shoulders and it’s quickly around my shoes. “If you’re a good girl.”
“I can be good.” Hell, I can be anything he wants me to be if this is the shit I get.
He helps me step out of my dress and then takes me over to the dresser. “How hard do you wanna play?” His hand lingers on the metal handle on the top drawer.
“As hard as you do.”
I hear his exhale as he pulls the draw open, but then he stops. He removes his tie and blindfolds me. “No peeking.”
My heart begins to race; I’m excited but a tingle of fear ripples up my spine.
He rests a soft kiss on my lips. “Trust me?”
“Always,” I whisper.
“Good, because I’d never hurt you. Ever.”
I take a steadying breath and hear him rustling around in the draw. I shiver when he pulls my bra down over my breasts and twists my peaked nipples between his fingers. I almost wobble on my heels, too, cuz it feels so good.
His fingers disappear and then he lifts my hand and rests something cool on my palm. “These are nipple clamps. They have an extra-long chain so I can fasten them around your back. They’re adjustable, so I need you to tell me when they’re tight enough.
“How will I know?”
“You’ll know.” He takes it from me and attaches the first clamp to my right breast.
I gasp. “Too much.”
He fiddles with it and after three more attempts, I tell him to stop. A warmth spreads over my nipple as it pinches me just to the point of it being too much. “That’s good.”
He attaches the other, getting it perfect on the first try, and then I stand there, my breasts aching and sending tremors all the way down to my pussy.
“How do you feel?”
I try to find the right words to describe it; I know he loves to hear the answers to these questions. “My pussy’s getting wetter by the minute.”
He strokes me between my legs; I’m like a damn lake down there. “I agree.” He rips my panties from me and I hear him inhale deeply. “You smell like honey.”
Fuck, he’s straight sniffing my panties and that fucks my head up. “That is such a turn on.”
“You like me sniffing your wet panties?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He runs a finger through my crease and then forces it in my mouth. “Suck.”
I do, as hard as I can, until he removes it.
“When I first saw you, you know what I thought?”
I shake my head.
“I thought you looked like filth.” His breath is suddenly hot on my neck. “And now I know you are. You are a bad girl, Harmony. A bad, bad girl.”
Oh, God… “I am.”
He tugs on the chain behind my back and I moan as fire ignites in my nipples. The sensation courses through me, settling in my lower belly and pussy again, but when I try to close my legs, his hand is in my hair, forcing me to my knees.
I feel his precummed crown press against my lips, smell his scent that floods my pussy further. “Open.”
I lick my lips and then open wide, almost gagging with how forcefully he thrusts inside.
“Fuck, yes, you dirty girl…” His grip in my hair tightens. “Take me down your throat.”
My heart races as I take him inside, absolutely loving this dominant side of him. If he wants a bad girl, I’ll fucking be it and then some.
I grab his ass to pull him down deeper, flicking my tongue over his balls while my nose rests in his pubic hair. He pulls himself out but I pull him back inside, baring my teeth all the way down his length when he slides out again.
“Jesus, Harmony…”
I suck harder when I can, determined to make him cum before he fucks me, and soon, he does.
I feel the force of his groan vibrate through his dick when he unloads at the back of my throat, pulling my hair so tight it’s enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Oh, yeah. This is the type of nasty shit I been waiting on.
He pulls his dick from my mouth, and I swallow. “How do I taste?”
“Fucking amazing.”
“You like sucking my dick?”
“I fucking love it.”
He growls as he pulls me to stand. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
His hand pulls mine and I blindly take the steps over to the bench. He works fast to help me straddle it; my pussy, stomach, and chest resting on it. My breasts rest either side of the narrowest part and my pussy rubs against it, too, while he straps me in.
I’m panting already, feeling the building inside from my clit making contact with the cushioned furniture. If he fucks and spanks me like this, I don’t know how many times I’m gonna end up cumming.
He steps away and then I can only hear him breathing. “You are a masterpiece.” I hear him undressing. “How do you feel now?”
“On edge.” And that’s the truth. I’m going crazy inside just from the mere thought of how good this is gonna be, and how fucked I’ll feel afterwards.
“That’s how I want you.” He’s soon behind me, running his fingers down my lower back. I arch my body and moan when my bead is taunted again. “I’m not gonna stop you from climaxing…” He trails his fingers lower, to between my open thighs and then pushes two fingers deep inside me. “…it’s not like I can stop you, though, can I, slut?”
My whole lower body tightens when he calls me that, even more when he strokes my g-spot. “No,” I whimper, almost there again already.
He wipes his wet fingers on my ass before he slaps me in the same place, making me suck in a breath. “You’re not on the edge of this bench…” He strokes his hot dick through my wetness. “I’ve made sure I can’t get deep enough to hurt you, so don’t be anxious.”
“I’m not.” I’m way too turned on to feel anything, but desperate, mind-numbing need.
He presses forward, edging inside me, groaning along with my moan from how much he spreads me. My, God, his head game is incredible, but there ain’t nothing like feeling that dick parting my walls.
He pulls back and then enters me again, further than last time and with more purpose. “Your pussy could make a man cry. Fuck!” He thrusts again and my bead swells further from the friction between my thighs.
“Oh, God…” I bite my lip, wishing I could see what this shit looks like.
He wraps his hand in my hair and begins to move more quickly, rocking me back and forth and making my next climax explode inside me, causing a relentless rush of waves, one after the other, while pulling the chain to the nipple clamps and picking up the speed of his dick thrusting into me.
I cry out, the pleasure too much, too intense, but I can’t stop it. I can’t close my legs, I can’t stop the pinch to my nipples, and I can’t stop the way he tilts his dick inside me to rub against my walls. I’m completely at his mercy, but as much as I feel like I’m overwhelmed, I still don’t want him to stop,
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Don’t fucking stop.”
He slaps my ass, hard, and I scream with the sting of it. “I’m not. I’m not stopping until you beg me to, until you beg me to cum inside you. Until you can’t fucking speak.”
He slows, allowing my body to come down, but as soon as I regain some of my sanity, he picks up the pace again, making me scream again, making me cum again. He pulls the chain in intervals, randomly, spanking my ass with no rhythm so I don’t know when it’s coming.
And I keep on cumming, losing count after five. Over and over again he sends me over the edge, making my body burn all over, making my ass heat from the sting, making my pussy raw from overuse.
He cums, too, so many times that there’s a pool of our mixed essences between my legs. His thrusts sound wet, my pussy telling the story of how many times we’ve been to heaven and back. And with each nut inside me, his growls become louder and wilder.
I climax again and almost pass out when he pulls the chain so hard that the clamps disappear from my nipples. I cry out, the throbbing heightening my orgasm even more and prolonging it longer than I can bear.
“Please… no… more.” I can feel how bruised my pussy is and how it tightens to push him out, not being able to cope with any more.
He slows his strokes and leans his body over mine, his lips against my ear. “Beg.”
“I am... begging... Please.”
He rests a kiss on my shoulder and then I feel him tense as he finds another release, I’m praying, for the last time.
He slowly slips out and my body relaxes in relief. He’s a machine. A damn machine, and now I understand why wares do nothing but fuck. The men never get soft.
“Princess?”
I moan my reply.
He unfastens the blindfold, but I keep my eyes closed. I don’t even open them when he lifts me off the bench to rest me on the bed.
He lies beside me, covers me with the silk blanket and then pulls me against him. “Tell me you’re okay, Baby. Tell me you aren’t hurt.”
“Not…” My pussy is throbbing, but I’m not telling him that. “…Tired.”
He kisses my head and lets out a relieved sigh. “Sleep. We don’t have to leave until morning.”
“Uh-huh.” I try to open my eyes, but it’s not gonna happen, so I rest a kiss on his chest and let sleep take me.