Claimed Darker by Em Brown

Chapter 22

DARREN

Past

Idon’t expect that she’ll need her safe word, but I let her believe that she might.

“Trust that I won’t need the safe word or trust that you’ll know when I need it?” she asks with skepticism.

“Either,” I reply, making myself comfortable on the sofa again. “You wet yet?”

“A little.”

“I want you soaking.”

“Well, it’s a little awkward standing here by myself.”

“Mind over matter, Bridge.”

She narrows her eyes at me.

“Maybe taking your top off will help,” I suggest.

Thought she doesn’t seem convinced, she pulls off her top.

“Now the bra,” I say next.

She unclasps and discards her bra. Her nipples start to harden beneath my gaze.

“Feel yourself up with one hand while you continue to masturbate yourself with the other,” I instruct.

She does so and seems to draw on the arousal in my stare.

“You ever know you had an exhibitionist in you?” I tease.

“You’re a corrupting influence,” she replies.

“I’m okay with that. Apparently, you are, too.”

I adjust my crotch. Noticing the bulge there, she asks, “Want me to take care of that for you?”

“I’m saving this for your ass, babe. Speaking of which, turn around so I can get a look at it.”

She does. Studying her backside, I feel my cock throb. “How wet are you now?” I ask.

“Why don’t you take a look for yourself?” she returns.

“All right. Come here.”

She walks over. I reach into her panties. Wet. But not soaking. She sighs as I rub my fingers against her click.

“A spanking might get things flowing,” I think aloud.

Grabbing her, I pull her over my lap and land a loud smack on her ass.

“Say ‘thank you,’” I tell her.

“Thank you.”

I wallop one buttock, then the other.

“Thank you,” I remind her.

“Thank you, sir.”

I spank her several more times, then reach my hand between her thighs. Feeling more moisture, I say, “Now we’re getting there.”

I rain several more blows on her ass before checking her again. She’s soaking. I reach for the box of Ben Wa balls. I rub one along her clit. “Remember these?”

“Yes, sir.”

I press them insider her, then smack her bottom. “How do they feel?”

“Good.”

I pry apart her buttocks to glimpse her anal cherry and feel anticipation stirring inside me. I set her back on her feet, scoop up the rope and ball gag, throw her over my shoulder and walk to the bed. After tossing her on it, I pull off her panties, then grab an ankle and tie it to the top of one of the bed posts. I do the same with the other ankle so that she’s spread-eagle with her butt off the bed. Then I bind her wrists to the two other bedposts, stretching her to all four corners.

“Open your mouth,” I tell her.

“So, if I can’t use my safe word because of the ball gag,” she says, “I’ve got to trust that you’re going to keep things tolerable, right?”

“I’m going to test how far you can go,” I reply, “And yes, you’re going to have to trust me. Do you trust me?”

She searches the depths of my eyes. “Yes.”

I fit the ball into the orifice and secure the gag around her head. I remember thinking early on that she look good with a ball gag stuffed in her mouth. I was wrong.

She looks fucking amazing in a ball gag.

“That’s sweet of you,” I say, “because I wouldn’t trust me.”

At her widened eyes, I chuckle. I run my hand over her chest and grope a breast. Pinching the nipple between my thumb and the side of my forefinger, I give it a good twist. She makes a high-pitched grunt into her ball gag. After slapping the side of her tit, I caress my way down to her pussy. I wet my fingers with her cum juices, which have dripped nicely down to her asshole.

“Want to know how good you smell?” I ask.

Knowing it’s a rhetorical question, she doesn’t respond. I wipe my fingers on her upper lip and beneath her nose.

“That’s the smell of a naughty girl, of someone who’s going to get their ass fucked.”

I sink my fingers into her snatch and finger fuck her until she moans and whines.

The flogger I choose this time has thinner tails and will deliver more of a stinging sensation.

Unfurling the tales, I whip them against her thighs. She grunts. But I know she can take the flogging fairly easily. After warming up her body with lighter smacks on her legs, arms, and belly, I sharpen the blow with one on her breast. She squeals and twists in her bonds. I land the tips on the front of the thigh, eliciting another cry.

After checking her expression to make sure she’s doing okay, I move to stand at the foot of the bed between her legs and eye her crotch. My gaze meets hers as if to confirm, yes, that’s where I’m aiming. She braces herself. I wait until she relaxes a little bit, then strike her right between the thighs.

Her body bows upward as she screams. She starts panting. I fondle her clit to settle her down, coaxing more moisture to drip down her crack before landing the flogger on her pussy a second time. She screams and writhes against her bonds.

“You’re doing great, Bridge,” I praise as I go back to teasing her clit.

Once she’s nice and aroused again, I flick the flogger at her breasts before delivering a solid blow. A snap that catches her nipple leads to a howl. She yanks at her restraints, then looks at me with eyes large and bright. Though she hasn’t tried to utter her safe word, I decide to put the flogger away. My cock needs attention, anyway. I undress and climb onto the bed, straddling her head. I pull the ball gag down past her chin and replace it with my cock. The warmth and wetness of her mouth feels divine.

“Suck it harder,” I tell her as I brace an arm against the headboard so that I can angle myself deeper.

My head swims as she sucks hard enough that her cheeks cave inward. I pump my hips, doing my best not to go all out. As much as I want to fuck the hell out of her mouth, I am determined to pop her anal cherry tonight.

I pull out of her. “Now suck these.”

I stuff my balls into her mouth, taking a chance that she knows to watch her teeth. She cradles my balls well and sucks.

“Oh, yeah, that’s good,” I say, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Now take my cock as deep as you can.”

I switch back to pushing my shaft as far as I can till she gags. I ease back, then try again. She gags again, but I hold my position a little longer this time before retreating.

“You can do this,” I encourage, sliding back in.

She takes more of me this time before she starts to cough. Withdrawing, I climb off the bed and undo the ropes from the bedposts. From the bedside dresser, I grab lubricant in case its needed.

“Like your flogging?” I ask.

“Do I get a reward for saying ‘yes?’” she returns.

“You get your ass fucked.”

“I’m not sure that’s a reward.”

“It will be eventually. Or it might even happen tonight. We’ll see.”

I flip her onto her stomach and pull some pillows beneath her to raise her ass. I place her legs together and straddle them. As I admire her backside, I stroke my cock, which is hard and impatient. This is going to be a beautiful moment.

“Get my fingers nice and wet,” I direct, leaning over and plunging my digits into her mouth.

She swirls her saliva around my fingers. Straightening, I press my pointer finger into her anus. She groans as her sphincter resists. I decide to apply some lube and try again. My finger isn’t thicker than the anal plug she’s had, but it’s longer.

“Oh…unh…” she mutters when I sink in several inches.

She’s still really tight. I can’t believe I’m going to be in here soon.

Withdrawing my pointer finger, I insert my middle finger next. I wait for her to adjust before I move my finger in a thrusting motion.

I check in. “How are we doing?”

“Okay,” she breathes.

Now for the main feature. Taking the moisture from between her legs, I rub it over my shaft. She moans when I push into her cunt, bumping into the Ben Wa balls. Once my cock is lubed with her juices, I position it at her anus.

“Breathe in,” I command.

As she breathes out, I press the tip into her and sink past the flare of my crown.

Damn, this feels good.

She yelps and curls her fingers into the bedsheet.

“Breathe in,” I say again.

On her out breath, I push myself farther. I close my eyes to gather myself. Her ass is even sweeter than I imagined.

“How’s it feel?” I ask.

“Um…good. I kinda feel like I need to pee, though.”

“Work with it.”

I sink more of myself into her ass and feel her rectal muscles trying to push me out. She tightens her grip on the bedsheet.

“Your ass feels fucking amazing,” I murmur, staying my hips from shoving deeper into her.

Slowly, I thrust as gently as she can. She grunts and murmurs and groans. But I get the sense that she’s starting to enjoy it. I insinuate my hand beneath her and stroke her clitoris.

“Holy Jesus,” she exclaims.

There’s a lot going on for her between my cock in her ass, the Ben Wa balls in her pussy, and my fingers fondling her clit.

“Oh my God, can I come?” she asks.

I mentally pump my fist in victory. I wanted her to like anal sex, but I wasn’t sure if she would enjoy it enough to climax.

As I rock my hips, she releases a shaky groan.

“Yes…oh, yes,” she murmurs. “Can I come?”

“Come good,” I reply.

With each thrust, I can sense her getting closer and closer to her orgasm. I’ve been holding off on mine, though I could have easily come a number of times earlier.

She erupts into shudders, and the spasms around my cock send me over the edge. An earthquake goes off inside of me. I try to hold on to control so I don’t pump too hard or shove myself too deep. I don’t know that I’m successful because for several seconds, the only thing I’m aware of is the euphoric intensity wracking me from head to toe. I vaguely hear the slapping of flesh against flesh as I drain myself into her.

Fuck…just fuck.

After withdrawing, I roll onto my back beside her. I pull her over to me.

“You good?” I ask.

She shivers and exhales, “Yes.”

I smile at the prospect of more anal sex in the future. This is perfect. Right now, life is perfect.