Vera

Isprawled across the silky bed, the cool fabric teasing my overheated skin. Alistair’s fingers slid between my thighs, breaching the slick wetness of my sex with a slow, deliberate thrust.

A breathy moan escaped me. “Again?” I whispered, my voice a half-laugh, half-plea. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

His mouth curved into a wicked smile as he withdrew, dragging the glistening tips along my sensitive skin.

“You have no idea,” he murmured, hands gliding up to grip my waist, tracing the curves he already owned.

“You’re like a drug,” I confessed, smiling blissfully.

“You have a perfect ass.” He massaged my buttocks, then surprised my right ass cheek with a playful spanking.

“Talk dirty to me,” I commanded.

Alistair stopped for a moment, his lips curled up into a devious grin, and his eyes gleamed with dangerous arousal. “You’re a good baby girl, aren’t you?”

“And you’re a naughty boy.”

“Bad boys like to fuck pussy,” he teased, penetrating me with two fingers. “Your body belongs to me tonight.”

“Oh, Mister Scott.” I sighed, rocking my pelvis while his fingers dipped in and out of me.

His hand slipped lower, and I gasped as one finger teased the tight entrance of my ass.

“Alistair,” I mewled, the shock of it rippling through me, sharp and sinful.

“I know you love it, baby,” he drawled, spanking my buttocks hard.

“Oh, it feels so fucking good,” I whimpered, glancing up at the mirror on the ceiling. I saw an angelic man with light-brown curls, an eagle tattoo, and a large scar on his left shoulder blade. His muscles moved as he continued his magic on my body.

“Sit up,” Alistair ordered, delivering another sharp smack to my ass. “Come on, be a good girl. Let me see those tits.”

I repositioned myself, leaning forward to give him full access to my breasts. He moaned, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“What’s this? A naughty nipple?” Alistair asked, then latched on to my left breast. I gasped as he sucked and flicked the sensitive nipple voraciously with his expert tongue.

His fingers roamed around my landing strip, rubbing the short hairs in sensual stimulation. Inserting two nimble fingers between my vaginal lips, he explored deeper in my inner walls and murmured, “I’ve got you. Play with me, baby.”

I grabbed his semi-hard length. “Oh, Daddy, you’re so bad.”

“Good girl, that’s it. You’re my good little one,” he coaxed as I worked on his shaft.

After a few minutes, my nipples ached from the roughness of our dirty foreplay, and I was ready for the real deal. Alistair’s hard cock needed a good fuck. “Are you ready for fun on the bondage horse, Mister Scott?” I asked, glancing at the black vinyl bench that faced a full-length mirror.

He sat up, glanced at the bench, and tilted his head. “Stand up, mount yourself on that horse, and get ready for the wildest ride of your life,” he commanded, grabbing the condom.

I mounted the horse, leaning my body over the vinyl fabric, while Alistair stood up and took the rope from the table.

“I’ve got you now, sweetheart,” he said, binding my hands with the rope. He looped the rope through the steel rings at the front of the apparatus, securing it, then stood behind me. My ass and pussy were fully exposed for Alistair’s eyes only.

“Ah, what a pretty little hole,” he mused, tracing my anal region with one finger, which triggered a tingling sensation in my body. “Look at the mirror,” he demanded, staring at the glass mirror in front of the vinyl horse.

I obeyed on command and watched the man in the mirror as his finger penetrated my asshole. He removed the finger, bent his head, and gave my hole a lick. “Oh, that feels so fucking amazing,” I pushed my ass deeper into his face.

I closed my eyes and let the sensations take over my body while Alistair worked his tongue from my anal hole to my exposed genitalia, lapping up the tight nub of flesh. “Oh, I love what you’re doing to me right now,” I moaned, feeling vulnerable and horny.

“Are you ready for me, you dirty girl?”

“I’m more than ready. Fill me,” I pleaded.

“Good, because I need to fuck you now,” Alistair growled. He tore off the condom packet, placed the rubber on his tip, and rolled it down his length. He drew his body closer, bent his knees slightly, and positioned his throbbing erection at my entrance. I felt the thick tip nudging my tight hole, threatening to stretch me wide as it pushed through.

“I’ve got you,” he reassured me, pushing further and placing both hands on my hips. With one quick, deep thrust, he made a home run.

I let him in.

My inner muscles tensed with excitement. Alistair’s cock was inside me.

“That’s it, babe. This is what I want.” I gasped at the feel-good sensation of his warm, meaty thickness. His balls slapped into me each time he thrust, moving in and out in rhythmic motion.

“You like this, huh? Your cunt is so fucking tight.” He steadied his pace with his bare hips as he watched us fuck in the mirror. “You won’t walk straight when I’m finished with you.”

Staring at the mirror, I saw light beads of sweat coating Alistair’s broad, naked shoulders. His lean, muscular arms held my hips as he continued thrusting at a steady pace. His eyes captured mine and creased into a playful smile while our breaths matched the rhythm of our lovemaking.

“You know what you are? You’re a bad girl in need of some good cock,” he growled. His hard hand smacked my left butt cheek, then gripped it, molding my flesh with expertise.

“Oh, Alistair. Spank me, Angel Eyes,” I moaned, begging for more of his discipline.

I began to regret my plea for pain when his meat temporarily slipped out of me. His manly scent invaded my nostrils as he leaned over and grabbed the flogger. My regret vanished when I felt the stinging effect of the whipping on my smooth, round ass cheeks.

“How’s this?” Alistair asked as he gave me a good lashing. He revealed his white teeth, and his eyes gave away a dangerous sparkle. My lover looked deliciously sinful in the mirror.

“Harder,” I begged, feeling the repeated stings of the flogger’s leather falls on my ass cheeks.

Whack.

The flogger met my ass again with greater impact, inflaming pleasured pain. After a while, Alistair dropped the flogger, shoving his erection back inside me. Bound tight, all I could feel was the rough rope biting into my skin, and my hands were helpless. Not being able to touch him made everything sharper, every thrust and ache amplified, turning my restraint into a feverish, desperate need.

“I need a good fucking tonight,” he said, rocking his hips back and forth. He continued his vigorous thrusts into my core. He grunted and pushed further into me as my inner walls clenched and sheathed his penis. The heat of him took my arousal to another level. Feeling the euphoria, I rejoiced in having Alistair Scott inside me.

“Mister Scott. Oh, I’m coming.” My voice pitched higher as my senses heightened. “Go harder,” I ordered. With every movement of my body bucking against his pubic bone, I allowed more of him to ram harder and faster, thrusting deeper.

“Is this what you want? Do you want me?” he demanded, grabbing my hair.

“Oh fuck, yeah. I want your cock. I’m coming,” I screamed as tears trickled down my cheeks. My vaginal muscles clenched around him, milking every last pulse as he groaned, spilling into the condom with a shuddering release.

Slowly, he loosened his grip, unbinding our bodies. “I’m spent,” he rasped, catching his breath. He slid out, stripped off the condom, then leaned over to unfasten the rope from the vinyl horse and untie my wrists, his touch gentle now that the storm had passed. “You are my dopamine rush,” he whispered into my ear.

I moved off the horse and turned to him. “And you are becoming my addiction.”

“You’re one in a million.” Alistair grinned, giving my wet nub a light tickle.

Alistair

“Is the water warm enough?” I kissed Vera’s cheek as we re-entered the jacuzzi, filled with fresh water.

“It’s perfect,” she said, splashing the water lightly with her delicate feet.

“Did you enjoy the sex?”

“I did.” Vera closed her eyes as she leaned into me.

“It wasn’t too rough, was it?”

“No. I can take a lot more than you think.”

Emotional intimacy after a hookup wasn’t usually my thing, but I let Vera settle against me as we soaked in the tub. I grabbed the remote, flicked on the TV, and the screen lit up with a graphic gangbang… two women, all legs and moans. Even half-soft, my cock twitched at the sight. I glanced at Vera, curious. Her dark eyes locked on the screen, entranced.

“Do you enjoy watching porn?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm.” Vera nodded. Nothing seemed to disconcert the woman.

I circled her clit with slow, teasing strokes while she worked my cock back to full attention. The porn amped everything up, senses buzzing, but it was the easy comfort with Vera beside me that really got to me. I lowered the volume, pressed a kiss to her smooth forehead, and let myself relax into her warmth.

“Are you comfortable?” I asked, rubbing her shoulder.

“Mmm, I am,” she purred. Eyes half-closed in a seductive trance, she slowly widened her smile and placed her fingers on my chest. I felt the sting when she accidentally pulled my chest hair.

“Sweetheart, go easy,” I warned, tapping her fingers.

She released her tangled finger spin and looked up at me. “Alistair, I feel connected to you.”

“Yeah, me too.” I met her gaze, brushing my thumb over her smooth, dark nipples, watching them stiffen under my touch.

“There’s something you need to know about me,” I said. “I need constant stimulation and novelty, such as sex and pornography.”

“Oh?”

“You see, I’m very sensitive to sensory stimulation. It calms me, especially when I climax, and the dopamine is released in my brain.”

“Has your thing for sex and porn ever messed up your relationships?” Vera asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. It did. I wasn’t a good husband. I never loved my ex. I cheated a lot. The marriage was a joke.” I paused, letting the words settle. “I’ve battled depression, lost my temper more times than I want to admit. I still see a therapist. I’m trying to do better. Just hoping you can handle all of me.”

“I appreciate your honesty,” she said, then glanced at my upper back. “I love the tattoo, the eagle on your left shoulder blade. But that scar next to it, will you tell me about it?”

The warmth of her index finger gently stroking the scar had a calming effect, soothing my soul. I felt a cocktail of overwhelmingly powerful emotions: a sweet blend of acceptance, trust, and hope. The anxiety that nipped at my existence started to dissipate.

“Ah, the scar.” I sighed, knowing I couldn’t hide the horror from Vera. The words “Psalm 103: 2-5” were inked under the eagle’s image. It was a biblical verse about redemption, love, and the eagle.

“The scar is a reminder of a terrible thing that happened when I was a boy,” I explained. “One day, I’ll tell you more about it. That’s why I have the eagle. It symbolizes inspiration, release from bondage, and victory.”

I tucked a tendril of hair behind her right ear and noticed a scar along the outer edge above the earlobe. “Vera, what’s this?” I asked, tracing the scar.

Her eyes froze and lost their spark. Vera withdrew into an emotional lockdown.

“It’s a long story,” she whispered, bowing her head low.

The lioness had fallen.

“Tell me. I’ve got all night.” I pulled away more hair that curtained her face, placing it on her left shoulder.

“I was abused.”

One tear rolled down my goddess’s face.

Two tears.

Three tears.

And four.

And another.

Vera’s shoulders shook as the tears continued to run.

“Fuck.” I wrapped my arms around her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You don’t have to talk about it.”

“No, I want to talk about it.” Defiance shone in her reddened eyes.

I kissed her forehead and wiped the runaway tears from her cheeks. “I’m here for you. Whatever you tell me stays within these four walls.”

“I was in a relationship with a man who hurt me badly. His name is Ace Lockheart.” Vera remained silent for a few seconds, then continued her story. “Ace had outbursts of anger, which he took out on me. First, it was emotional abuse. Then, he beat me up. The worst beating happened in a hotel room.”

I lifted Vera’s chin. Her eyes pierced me like shards of dark glass.

“That’s how the scar came to be,” she said.

“Did you get help?”

“Yes, my brother, Julian, and his girlfriend, Sapphire, saved me from the devil.”

“What happened to Ace?” My face reddened with anger, and my nostrils flared. I wanted to kill Ace.

“Julian did some damage to the guy,” Vera said. Her soft touch landed on my arm, but my heart pounded and my facial muscles twitched. “Please, don’t get too invested in me,” she pleaded, rubbing my shoulder. “I’ve seen a therapist, and my emotional scars are healing.”

I squeezed Vera’s hand and pressed my lips on hers. “I want to protect you.”

“Let’s just enjoy a good time together.”

“What do you want? Tell me, love. What do you need?”

Vera moved closer, peppering my lips with fresh kisses. “I crave to be touched.”

I nodded and crashed my mouth into hers, desperate to lose myself in her. My tongue parted her soft lips, tasting heat and want. “I crave you,” I breathed between kisses. “I need you.”

I wanted more than just her body. I wanted to know Vera. She’d let me in tonight, raw and honest about her past, and for once, it didn’t feel like I was just playing the same old game. She wasn’t like the others. We both carried scars, and maybe someday I’d share mine too. But not yet. Not tonight.