Marie Harte - Bending the Rules

Gripping his hand, she forced him to stay right where he was, lost in sensation. “That feels amazing, right there. Rub me, baby. Make me come all over your fingers.”

“Oh yeah.”

She needed this so badly, to be herself and revel in the release. No masks, no anonymity. She needed a connection with another person, a man to know her name and her face and still want to fuck her the way she wanted.

He watched her while he fingered her, and she stared back, not embarrassed or ashamed, but so aroused she wondered if a person could actually combust from too much pleasure.

Changing the angle of his fingers, he shoved a thick finger inside her while he continued to caress her clit, and the shock of intrusion shot her into immediate climax.

She cried his name as the pleasure cascaded through her body.

But Rex wasn’t done. He dropped to his knees and yanked her jean shorts and panties down to her ankles. Then he clamped his mouth over her clit and licked, stoking her higher.

He moaned as he ate her up, stirring her past pleasure into sensation so intense it grew uncomfortable. “So good. That’s it, sugar. All over my tongue.”

“No, wait.”

He eased up, and she speared her fingers through his hair, enthralled with the glaze of arousal over his lips. “I want you in me this time.”

He stood and put his hand to his jeans when she stopped him.

“No, let me.”

His hands dropped, and he watched as she slowly unbuttoned him. She ran her hands over the thick bulge held tight by his boxer briefs. She slowly pulled them down, exposing his heavy shaft with a torturous slowness.

He trembled, and her arousal rose again, seeing the pent up desire holding him fast.

Unable to resist, she dropped to her knees and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

“Natalie,” he gasped, then gripped her hair. As soon as he did it, he froze, falling back into the submissive role she’d once demanded of him.

“That’s it. Fuck my mouth,” she ordered in a low voice. “Let’s get you nice and wet.”

“But I…” He started pumping, his breath rough. “Whatever you want, Mistress.”

He was thick, so big and hard. And he called me Mistress.

She glanced up and saw the expression on his face, superimposing it onto R. Same shadows on his cheeks, same chiseled chin, same full lips parted on a moan. Rex. R. With her in her home, two worlds colliding, and for the first time in a long time, she was glad.

She gently scraped her teeth over him, and he shuddered.

“Fuck. I’m gonna come. Let me… God, Nat, I…”

He needed to come, but he needed her permission, didn’t he?

She let him fall from her mouth and stood. “Follow me.” Time to see what her boy was really made of. And God help them both when the truth came out. Because she planned on taking her bratty lover through his paces. Tonight, he’d show his Mistress just what he was made of. And if she liked what she saw, she might consider keeping him.

Nat continued to undress as she walked to her bedroom, until she stood naked in front of her bed. She turned around and crooked her finger at Rex, who had stopped in the doorway and stared at her. He still wore his shirt, and his cock stood stiff through his parted, unbuttoned jeans.

“Strip,” she ordered.

He obeyed without question, and she wondered if he was aware of how quickly he accepted commands.

“I want to make you come so hard,” he rasped. “All over my mouth. My cock.” He wrapped a hand around himself, daring her to punish him. She could see the naughty glint in his eyes.

“You’re a kinky guy, aren’t you, Reginald Samson?”

His breathing increased, and he rubbed himself harder.

“Yeah, a great big dirty boy.” One who needs to learn to behave. She loved this kind of play—taking charge, getting off on the thrill of power. And more, the thrill of meeting someone of a like mind, who wanted to experience the pleasure she liked to dole out.

“Let me please you, Mistress. However you want me, I’m yours.”

“Good boy. That’s much better.” What an amazing picture. Rex, naked and hard. His muscles constricting as he clenched his fists. His body hers to play with. “Let go of that pretty cock.”

He moaned and released himself.

“Now come over here and get down on your knees.”

He moved in a flash, supplicant before her. Yet nothing about Rex was weak. Such strength quivering to be set free. At her command.

“What do you want, Rex?” She stroked his hair, enthralled with its silky texture.

“I want you, Nat. All of you. Any way you’ll have me.” An answer that was so much more than what she’d asked, and she had no idea what to do with any of it beyond tonight.

“Suck my clit into your mouth. Get me close to coming. Then put that fat cock in a condom and shove it inside me. Hard.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Rex knew how to please a woman with his tongue. Did he. He licked and stroked, teasing her nub into a sensitive state bordering on overstimulation even as she teetered on the cusp of orgasm.

He massaged her with his large hands, stroking her thighs, her belly and up to her breasts. He seemed fixated on her nipples, tugging on her flesh with expert awareness of what turned her on and what didn’t.

Then he nipped her clit, and she saw stars, cresting into climax.

In a flash, Rex was on his feet, pushing her back onto the bed and then inside her as she clamped down on him and came. He rode her through her climax, but instead of obeying her to the letter, he pulled out and came over her belly on a loud groan.

His orgasm was beautiful to watch. Rex had an amazing face, and she had yet to see an ugly expression. Even his sneers were handsome. His pleasure, something extraordinary.

When he came back to himself, he pushed up on his hands and slid his cock over her belly, through his seed. “Shit.” He panted and trembled. “I’ve never come so hard before. I made a mess.”

She wiped a hand over his slick cock, pleased when he shuddered again. “A mess all over me. One that could have been inside me.”

He hung his head. “I’m sorry. I meant to put a condom on, but I lost it. I mean, Nat, you have no idea how sexy you are. How hard you make me—”

She shoved him off her, and he fell to her side with a look of surprise.

“Sugar, I’m sorry—”

“You’re damn right you are.” How messed up was she that she wanted him to come deep inside her? Just him and her, no barriers? She took birth control, but she had no idea what Rex did in his off time. For all she knew, he could have had sex with three different partners without protection, then had unprotected sex with her. I’m such an idiot.

“Nat, I swear. I’m clean. I never meant to come inside you. I plum forgot, and you were so hot around me…” His drawl grew thicker in his agitation.

“My name is Mistress.” She slapped his chest and straddled his waist, deliberately rolling over his semi-hard shaft. “You disobeyed, didn’t you?”

The confusion in his eyes charmed her without meaning to. Rex, for all his self-assured toughness, had a streak of innocence. Good old boy niceness that made his naughty streak so attractive.

Finally understanding that she’d accepted his role in her bed, he gave her a soul-stealing grin. “I…did. I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“No you’re not. But you will be.” She left him lying on her bed and found some scarves in her closet. She returned to the bed holding them. “You want to play with me, we do things by my rules. You’re going to get tied to my bed. And you’ll do whatever I want. Understood?”

He stared from her to the scarves and back, and she noticed a fresh rise in his cock.

“God, yes, Mistress. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

Rex had a difficult time reading her, but he couldn’t mistake Nat’s arousal. Her pretty pink nipples were hard. Her flat belly still glistened with his come, and he loved seeing her marked with bits of himself. So weird, yet the kink brought him closer to a dream of forever with the woman who could make it happen, if she wanted him enough.

“You were at the club with J.” She tied his wrists to the bed, and he let himself relax, let himself fully trust her.

“I was. I was also there with you that first night, when we watched that couple in the next room.”

She paused after tying up his other wrist.

“I wanted you so bad. I would have done anything to kiss you, to lick you up. You’re so sweet, Mistress.” She wanted to play the role, and he more than wanted to indulge in the fantasy. No more masks, just him and her.

“You’re sexy, no doubt. And kinky too? My R and J. You liked him fucking you up the ass, didn’t you?”

Hearing the words out of her lips, when he could still see her all buttoned-up in his mind’s eye, seduced more than any words could. He moaned. “Yes, Mistress.”

“What does it feel like?”

“You’ve never had anal sex?”

“No. But I’ve wanted to.”

At that, he grew harder. “It’s a fullness. A taking. A bite of pain, and so much pleasure because you were there, watching. Telling me what to do.”

She continued to circle him, tying his ankles up now. A moment of concern hit, that he was well and truly fucked if she decided to bring out the crazy. But then she stroked his cheek, her eyes warm, and he relaxed again.

“Shh. That’s it. I won’t hurt you. I promise. You can trust me, R.”

He leaned into her touch. “Rex, Mistress. Please call me Rex.” He wanted this to be real, that she recall this later as a meeting between the real them. Not a play act, but a part of them they always kept locked down, now out in the open, between them.