ownedbytexbikerdom

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

Lordy.

Fuuuuuuck......

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

PREY POV

As I floated in the zen-like space between reality and sleep, the mattress shifted and a strong arm pulled me tight against a warm body.

Contented, I sighed. Being a little spoon made me feel safe.

Smiling in the darkness I felt his cock move. Our antics earlier were draining but his desire still nestled between us.

I drifted back towards dreamland, but he pushed more firmly.

Despite the probing, my brain was foggy. The tip grazed my clit as he moved. It felt good, but surely he wasn't going to...

Persistence paid off and he found his target. The head rested in my entrance and his arm clamped tight.

Now I was fully awake. Not ready. Too dry.

He pressed forward.

I gasped. Trapped, I couldn't move, I was his to take.

My pussy fought the abrupt invasion. Delightful fear and anticipation blended.

His hips rocked, shallowly dipping. Small relief ran through me, he was trying to prepare me.

My clenched walls relaxed a little. I trusted him.

Two more thrusts and I was impaled. Connected, owned.

A low growl rumbled through my ear.

In a silent reply to his urgency, I flooded with wetness.

He withdrew then rammed home.

A moan escaped me.

His hand found my clit.

Lust engulfed me as his cock and fingers fuelled the fire. I gurgled, shock waves of pleasure cascading through my body.

"Fuck," I panted.

His mouth sought my vulnerable neck; teeth bit down. Pain entwined with pleasure, taking me over the edge as I spasmed around him.

Still, his fingers rubbed.

Sensitive and shaking, I fruitlessly fought. I was drowning. Too much. Too intense.

His arm crushed tighter.

I pulled my chin to my chest and used all my strength to escape. His grip didn't slacken. My mind defied my objections, sinking into bliss and giving him control.

A powerful orgasm shook my core.

Lungs begged for air. The arm loosened and I rolled away, but an iron-like grip on my hips prevented me from breaking the bond.

Awkwardly, I turned to look at him — pleading in the dim light — exhausted.

He smirked, his cock still sliding. Fingers rubbed my electrified, throbbing clit.

"No. No," I stuttered, forced to endure the intense sensual overload. But the pressure built again. I bucked. "Fuuuuck, yes."

The bed reverberated with his growl as I screamed, his predatory eyes locked on me, his cock imprisoning my body.

"Shit!" I gasped, wide-eyed.

The constant attention on my clit was driving me towards ecstasy again.

Time ceased to exist. My mind silenced, I was merely his to be captured. It was liberating, he set me free.

I howled as the orgasm tore through me.

He paused, but my body was too limp to disengage.

In one fluid movement, he rolled and crushed me. Heavy hands on shoulders prevented any escape. Not that I had the energy to.

His cock drew back.

I caught my breath, trying in vain to prepare.

His strength and gravity combined as he rammed home.

My stomach knotted and muscles clenched with the internal pain of him hitting my cervix. I gave a muffled gasp, forcing my body to brace as the next thrust smashed in.

The headboard groaned. Bruising bliss swept through me. I screamed and another orgasm was ripped from my soul.

The sound of my wetness around his driving cock flooded the air.

He continued to pound. A feral beast claiming his mate.

Nails gouged my back. Teeth embedded in my shoulder, but there was no pain. I was consumed by him.

I turned my face to breathe and a bite found my cheek. I didn't complain, my body in one incoherent continual orgasm.

I took all he had.

He released my cheek and buried his face next to mine. His breathing laboured with grunts as his hips ploughed.

The scent of his masculinity engulfed me, making me drunk. My teeth found purchase on his neck.

My hand clawed the headboard for the last violent thrusts.

With a roar, he filled me. Painting my walls, marking his property.

He collapsed heavily on my back. Our sweat mixed and his heart drummed against me.

"Good girl." His breath tickled my ear.

I glowed in post-orgasmic euphoria.

He slowly withdrew and rolled over, pulling me against his chest.

Hands stroked tight muscles and fingertips traced the scratches. Kisses caressed my bruised shoulders. He tenderly loved and nurtured my spent body.

It felt incredible.

I was safe.

I was his.

PRIMAL POV

"The reek of sex assaulted my senses as I pried my eyes open to look at the clock. Two hours had passed since I had fallen into an exhausted sleep.

My gaze drifted to the exquisite woman beside me. She looked warm, soft and vulnerable. I smiled at the memory of her gorgeous mouth draining me.

A stirring in my groin caught my attention. The sound of her gentle breathing combined with the erotic scent and I had to touch her.

I drew her close.

A soft murmur and her arse nuzzling against me made more blood head south. Needing to increase the contact I shifted my hips to slide my filling cock between her thighs.

Her breaths became shallower and my senses heightened.

It wanted to feed.

I grasped my shaft and sought her pussy.

I could hear her heartbeat as I forced the head in. Her gasp almost made me lose control. With monumental willpower I paused — I wanted to own her not destroy her.

I used shallow thrusts. Painful, tight, dry... and incredible. My cock throbbed with joyous affirmation. I pinched a nipple to distract her and pushed deeper.

A growl escaped.

Suddenly wetness saturated my cock.

Coated in slick I withdrew — took a breath — and plundered deep.

She moaned like an angel's song.

My beast begged for a free-rein. Wait, I silently told him.

Muscle memory found her clit. I massaged and was rewarded by a stream of gibberish. Blood pounded through my ears as my cock thrust in its hot, wet tunnel.

"Fuck," she gasped.

It was ravenous.

I bit her neck and revelled in the sensation as her walls clamped tighter.

My arm crushed her as she convulsed.

Feeding off her energy, I felt invincible. Every sense alert. Hearing and feeling her orgasm was like giving a parched man water.

Her clit must have been on fire. She struggled to escape, the fight made me want to explode. But he wasn't done; we knew what she was capable of. Fingers and cock worked together to force more ecstasy on her. A barely perceptible hitch in her gasps told me she was climbing. I picked up the speed.

She spasmed. Gushing around me and over me. He wanted it all.

I noticed she was holding her breath. Grudgingly, I loosened my embrace.

She rolled away, but my reflexes were faster. I clamped her hips, digging hard enough to bruise.

He owned her.

At a strange angle she turned to look at me. My eyes met hers. Damn, she looked divine. I dug my fingers in making her grimace.

"No, no," she garbled.

I heard her protest, but she had more to give. My fingers drummed on her clit. Her eyes darkened and she arched.

"Fuuuuck, yes," she wailed.

The beast rose up through my soul. He growled at the glorious mess I was fucking, but he wasn't satiated; we had to have more.

I assaulted her clit as I pounded.

"Shit!" Her eyes glazed.

He had claimed her.

She emitted a primal wail.

The beast roared, watching her cumming on my cock. He demanded freedom.

My stomach clenched and balls tightened. I stopped moving, not ready to give him control — yet.

A need to be deeper flooded me. I turned her over, keeping my cock embedded and eased back so only the head remained. Gritting my teeth, I thrust.

The sensation of hitting her cervix almost tipped me into insanity. Her pitiful cries caused a fog to descend and the beast broke-free.

He was feral. He had to devour her.

Nails tore at her back, leaving red welts of ownership.

He feasted on her shoulder, tasting her hunger. My cock stretched her willing body.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I hammered with more force.

My vision blurred as my cock erupted, burying his seed. I rode through the orgasm grunting. The powerful release was indescribable...

Satiated and exhausted, I rested on her sweat-soaked skin.

Focus gradually returned and I looked at her blank expression.

Noticing, she smiled biting her lip.

Pride swelled in my chest. "Good girl."

Having taken what was mine, I would put her back together. Reluctantly, I disengaged.

I gathered up her limp body, stroking and caressing, while whispering endearments. Her breathing deepened and slowed.

She had seen my beast, but instead of cowering she held out an inviting hand. Her acceptance was precious, it gave me strength.

She owned me.

My beast was hers.

Enjoy 🔥😈🔥

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

Please

After days of anticipation and an ever-present flutter in her stomach, she finally found herself at his front door. Her pulse was racing, and she took a deep breath to steady her nerves as she raised her hand and knocked.

The door opened, and he held it wide for her as he stepped back, allowing her to enter.

“Hi, good to see you,” she said, hugging him in greeting.

“And you,” he replied, returning the hug, then taking her coat and hanging it up. _____________________________

“What do you want?” he asked, looking down at her as she knelt before him.

She trembled with desire, feeling a thrill of sensation from her nipples to her clit as she looked back up at him, hunger clear in her eyes.

“Please.” It was all she could manage before her nerves got the best of her and her throat closed up.

“Please what?” His eyes narrowed and his mouth turned up into a predatory smile.

She took a deep, trembling breath, focusing on the feeling of air filling her lungs. It didn’t seem to help much.

“Please sir, I want you. I want to suck your cock.”

Her stared down at her, silent and smiling, unmoving. Her breath quickened and her heart raced, and she blushed, fighting to maintain eye contact.

“Please sir, I want it so much. I want to please you. I want to make you feel good.”

“Do you now?”

He took a step forward and ran his hand over her hair, letting it run through his fingers, tracing a line down the side of her face. She leaned into him and turned her face into his hand, eyes closing as she savoured his touch. When he didn’t move, she kissed his palm, and slowly rubbed her cheek against it, eyes still closed.

His hand moved then, down to her throat, where it stopped and squeezed. She looked back up at him as he forced her head up, yielding, showing him with her body that she would let him to do anything he wanted to her.

“Please, sir,” she whispered again, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. The pent-up desire she felt was nearly overwhelming. She felt as though she would burst with it.

He released her and left the living room, returning moments later with a length of cord. She hadn’t moved, and he acknowledged it with a slight nod as he walked around behind her.

She heard him loosen the cord from its bundle, and she made a small sound as he looped it around her neck, pulling it up and back. Sensation shot though her again and she closed her eyes, determined to hold still.

The cord loosened and she felt him crouch behind her, dragging the cord down. He pulled it tight against her breasts, against her stomach, and around her hips, then tied her wrists securely behind her back. Once again, his hand gripped her neck, and he pulled her back against his chest as he squeezed.

She moaned with pleasure, feeling wetness between her legs. He had barely touched her, but she was already ready for him. She would be ashamed, but shame had never done her any favours. Instead, she reveled in the sensations, focusing her senses on the here and now, indulging her body and its arousal.

He let go and rose, walking back around to stand before her once more.

“What do you want?” he asked again, a wicked gleam in his eye.

“You, sir. I want you. I want your cock, sir. Please, let me do this for you.”

He stepped forward, one foot between her knees, and wound his fingers into her hair with one hand. He pulled her forward to press her face against the front of his jeans, where she could feel his erection beginning to swell. She opened her mouth eagerly, feeling the texture of the fabric with her lips, all other thoughts forgotten now that it was so close.

With his other hand, he undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and lowered the zipper with deliberate slowness. She was whimpering and struggling to hold still by the time he was done, and still there was another layer of fabric to go. He pulled her hair to keep her head back, and she looked up at him pleadingly. So close. Her eyes shone as tears welled once more. Anticipation, frustration, and desire combined to render her helpless, and she could do nothing but want.

“Please.”

He pulled her head forward again and let her lips brush against his boxer briefs, pulling her hair to keep just her just far enough away that she could barely feel the cotton. Her rapid breaths warmed him, and she whimpered as he allowed her enough room to feel his hardness with her mouth.

“Please.”

His free hand moved to his waistband, and he pushed it down just enough to pull his cock out, heavy and full. She inhaled his scent, and looked up to meet his eyes again. She schooled herself to stillness as he looked down at her with dark eyes, and she fought to slow her breath. The wetness between her legs had been joined by a slow throbbing sensation, and she ached for him.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, and she shivered at the threat in his voice.

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you sure?”

She swallowed before answering. “Yes, sir.”

“Open your mouth.”

She obeyed, and managed to resist the temptation of leaning forward to taste what she so desired. She had survived waiting this long, though it was agony to be made to wait even longer. She kept her eyes on his, so that he could see the effect he had on her.

Finally, deliberately, he pulled her forward again, his hand still caught in her hair. The head of his cock pushed into her mouth and she opened it wider to show him her willingness to please. He slid in right to the back of her throat, cutting off her breath, and her eyelids fluttered as he adjusted the angle of her head to squeeze in just a little bit more.

“Good,” he said, pulling out and allowing her to breathe. “Tongue.”

She opened her mouth wider and stuck her tongue out, and he slid the head of his cock along it, leaving the faint taste of salt in its wake. She was losing control of her breath again as he teased her, giving her what she asked for but only on his terms. She wanted more, and he would allow it only if it pleased him.

“Good. Suck,” he said, pushing back in, and she gladly obeyed, using lips and tongue as he fucked her mouth.

He took his time, watching his length disappear and reappear as she sucked and licked and gagged on his cock, moaning and gasping, her chin becoming slick with saliva, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were half-closed and unfocused, her cheeks flushed, and her cunt so wet it was soaking her panties.

The world narrowed to her mouth, his cock, and the sounds of slick wetness and ragged breathing. There was no art in it, now, and he used her mouth at will.

With a gasp, he pulled her off, holding her by the hair as she strained forward to taste him again.

“No, not yet,” he said, voice rough.

He bent down and reached down between her legs, lifting her skirt and sliding a hand into her panties. She cried out at the sudden stimulation, and came after a mere two strokes of his fingers. He moved his fingers again and she writhed, her whole body taught, her release on a hair trigger. Another crook of his fingers and she came again, soaking his hand, her panties, and the floor beneath her.

“Good,” he said, grabbing her by the throat as he continued to stroke her mercilessly.

She cried out, opening her eyes and shuddering at the expression she saw on his face. She felt another orgasm building and her breath quickened as her body tensed, preparing for another release, and he withdrew his hand with a sly smile.

Disbelieving, she fought to regain control of herself as she reeled on the edge.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what? I’m not finished with you yet.”

And with that, he dragged her up and threw her over the back of his armchair, face down, ass sticking up and out, wrists still bound firmly together. He hiked up her skirt and yanked down her panties, and she shivered more from the exposure of the position than the cool air of the room.

She heard a quiet pop and squirt, and then felt his cock pushing against her ass, slick with lube. She moaned and tilted her hips, giving him a better angle to squeeze his cock inside. She savoured the stretch and gasped as he pulled out to apply more lube, then nearly screamed as he shoved himself back in.

He set a rough pace, digging his fingers into her hips, plunging into her ass over and over, and as he claimed her she could only form one word.

“Please, please, please.”

Sensation overwhelmed her and she came, ass clenching as his cock continued to drive into her, and then, with a cry of his own, he emptied himself into her, filling her up with heat and sticky wetness.

He held himself there, and she could feel his cock throbbing as her own aftershocks shivered down her body. Her wrists ached from straining against the cord, and she knew her ass would be sore in the morning. She smiled.

He pulled out, pulled her panties back up, tugged her skirt back into place, and untied her hands. When she managed to push herself up to standing, shoulders protesting, she turned around and saw that he looked fully composed and put together once more. She certainly looked a mess, and she bit her lip as she felt come slowly start to drip out of her.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, smiling.

“Anytime.”

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

*Trigger Warning- 18+++ Contains CNC, hypnosis--- Should only be done between experienced, consenting adults

Head Start

By Uncensored Eloquence

Her heart was thudding against her chest as she lay on the bed. She was ecstatic. Out of her mind ecstatic. Nathan was planning something. He, of course, wouldn’t tell her what. All she knew was on the note that was left on the counter when she got woke up this morning:

“My love, when you get up put on your fancy lemon leggings, your favourite black bra, and that soft black shirt with the boob pocket. Put on socks and sneakers. Get ready to run babe.”

Get ready to run? She hated running. He hated running. If this was some cardio jogging hiking thing, she was going to be livid. But in her mind, she knew this was not about cardio. Not about workouts. This was going to be…something else. He was planning something deliciously diabolical, and Elizabeth was brinking near insanity to find out just what his devilish mind was up to.

She had texted him saying she was ready to go. That she had done as his note had asked her to. Nothing. Ten minutes later…still nothing.

Elizabeth groaned in frustration, throwing herself nearly into a stupor of psychological proportions when the door opened. Footsteps sounded. She could recall the sound of those heavy footsteps any time of any day.

Nathan appeared in the doorway to their bedroom seconds later.

“Hi babe. Lay back down for me, will you? Just relax. Find that spot on the ceiling and take a deep breath in. And a deep breath out.” He watched her chest rise to its fullest, and sink to its deepest. “Good girl. Now just stare at the spot. Feeling yourself sink down, down, down, into the mattress underneath…”

She awoke. Panicked. Not able to move. It was dark. Save for…a gentle light coming through each corner of…a trunk?

Elizabeth’s chest heaved as her claustrophobia knocked at the door of her mind, begging to be let in. She shut her eyes against the incoming panic and studied her surroundings. She was most definitely in a trunk. Of a car. The soft glowing light were the taillights.

She should knock them out. She could kick them out…except for that she couldn’t. Her legs were tucked underneath her and tied. Her arms were behind her back, held by the same kind of rope. She twisted, squirmed. Nothing would budge.

Her nostrils flared, dragging in breaths, shallow and hurried. Her jaw was propped open with a gag. A metal ball it felt like.

Tears threatened to fall behind her eyelids. She tried to scream for help…but there was a voice. Inside of her unusually empty head, telling her to quiet. To calm. Telling Elizabeth that she was safe from any true harm. The voice sounded as though it were hers but…different. As though it were in a box. A glass box.

Her eyebrows furrowed together as the tears faded. She steadied her breathing and waited. Bouncing, trying to get comfortable, she waited.

It wasn’t long however, before the vehicle came to a stop, after a journey down a particularly rough road it seemed. She heard the driver get out. Heard his (she presumed) footsteps crunch on the gravel and something resonated inside her at the sound. Something…familiar. Something safe.

But as the trunk opened and sunlight nearly blinded her, she forgot those thoughts for a moment. Looking up into the strangely familiar face, she tried to cower back. She tried to hide. Ridiculous, absurd, and futile. But nevertheless, she tried.

“Oh sweetheart. You can’t hide from me. See, I have a game for us to play. Are you listening? Look at me.”

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, and turned them towards his. Not dousing the raging fire lighting her molten chocolate irises,

“You’re so cute when you’re angry. I like that Elizabeth. Now…about this game. I am going to give you a head start. Ten seconds. We are in the middle of the woods, so I’m not too worried about you going anywhere. Ten seconds you get before I start after you. You see, I like a little challenge. And you seemed like the perfect candidate.”

Nathan leaned down to his sweet little victim, and undid the gag propping open her jaw. She spit on him immediately, actually baring her teeth at him like a feral little beast.

He chuckled and slapped her. Once. Twice.

She made sure not to cry out. Even as tears stung her eyes. Even as his strike burned her skin minutes after his hand left her cheek. She would not give him that satisfaction. Never.

“Here’s the thing sweetheart. I want you to fight back. The more you do, the harder I get. The more I fucking want you. So yeah. Keeping spitting and see just where that gets you.”

Elizabeth bit her lip to keep it from trembling. She would not show an ounce of fear. She just had to wait until he freed her. She could outrun him. Outmaneuver him. Easily.

She waited patiently while he untied her bounds. (Had she known the price of that Shibari rope, she would have understood why he hadn’t just cut the knots). The second she was free, the second that he stepped back, she leaped out of the vehicle and took all of two steps before crashing to the ground. Her fucking feet were asleep.

She screamed in frustration and shot a glare in her captor’s direction.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. I’ll wait until your blood flow is restored. The second you start running is the second my timer starts counting down.”

Elizabeth sat on the ground, taking her sweet time. Trying not to wince as the painful/ticklish static feeling in her legs took over her senses. She looked towards the heavily treed forest and tried to pick her path. She was going to head in the midst of it. Into the thickest part. It’d be slower, but hopefully she was more nimble than him, and therefore, faster than him.

Blood flow restored, she didn’t bother taking a look towards her devastatingly handsome captor before she ran. She felt like she had acquired wings on her ankles. She’d never run so fast before. Flying past the beautiful scenery, Elizabeth darted to the thick of the woods.

“Oh Elizabeth honey. You’re going to screw yourself over…”

For Nathan knew these woods like the back of his hand. Had grown up in them. He knew every path, every branch, every tree. Of course, she had conveniently forgotten about all that. He knew exactly where she was going to go. Had subtly steered her towards it in her induction. He mentioned a few places and how to get there. But if he knew his Elizabeth, she would only go for one.

To Fall’s Landing. A brilliant oxymoron describing a place that only a handful of people knew about. A quiet little clearing in the midst of the trees. A clearing that one had to carefully comb their way down a hill with no sure path towards the little haven.

Nathan did as he promised and counted to ten. Slightly frowning over the fact that Elizabeth was a little faster than he had anticipated she would be. He credited it to the adrenaline that must have been pounding through every vein and capillary in her body. It’s why he had instilled a default. If the sun began to set and she was still not caught, she would come back exactly where he had parked the car. He had to make sure that she was safe. This was another one of her fantasies, and he wanted to do everything in his power to fulfill them.

And that was ten.

Nathan started off at a sprint. Much faster than the pace Elizabeth had set. He had watched her ponytail swishing with each bounding step she took. Each one carrying her farther and farther away.

He watched the spot where she had disappeared into the thicket. Watching as the forest seemed to swallow her tiny frame whole. He grinned that of a Cheshire Cat and stayed true to his course. Closing the gap between them with every spring of his legs, he had his site set on his poor little fawn. Running wildly right into his plan.

Running wildly indeed.

Elizabeth’s lungs felt as though they were filling with shards of glass rather than oxygen. Her whole body was slick with sweat. Her legs aching, begging, pleading for her to stop. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t stop. Not even to dare a look behind her.

She followed down, what looked to be a deer trail. There was no room for second guessing. But there was also no room for error. One slip up, and he would catch up to her and end this sick, twisted game he was playing.

“Fucker.”

The curse cost her a lot. Her precious breath wasted in that puff of profanity. She scowled, willing every ounce of power and energy she had left into her legs. Surely there had to be somewhere she could hide?

There. The voice in her head made her snap to a stop. Her feet skidding along the dirt and leaves on the forest floor. It looked like a clearing to her left.

Heaving in a breath Elizabeth took a step to the left when she heard the branches snapping… in front of her? What the fuck? How did he get there??

A surge of panic sent her galloping to that spot her mind had picked. If there was even the slightest chance that it could provide a place to hide, the slightest chance that she could escape…she would risk it all.

A scream leaped out of Elizabeth’s throat. She skidded to a halt on the edge of a gentle precipice. Not dangerous enough that she’d fall and snap her neck, but just steep enough that she would have to make her way down carefully.

She took a moment. Just a moment to listen behind her. For any noise that seemed out of place. For any sign of him.

Her shoulders sagged with relief. Maybe she had lost him. She let herself relax, and slowly started her way down the rocky hill. Bracing herself against trees, hoisting herself down one step at a time; desperately gulping in air. Her chest was on fire. Her lungs felt as though they were bleeding.

She didn’t see him standing above her. Didn’t notice him watching. He didn’t pounce on her because Nathan didn’t want her to hurt herself. He didn’t want her to panic and misstep. So instead, he waited. Waited until she was safely on the ground. And then waited some more.

Ever patient. If only because he knew what the reward would be. He would see where she’d hide. Observe which little cave she tucked herself into. He knew there was only one. And when he saw her, once again, disappear, that is when he made his move; Elizabeth completely unawares.

She cowered in the notch. Breathing fast. Hard. She knew she should try to stifle the noise, but her brain was fucking screaming for oxygen. She was so caught up in the aches and pains in her body that she didn’t hear him coming.

Until it was too late of course.

He took up the entirety of the only way in or out. She was trapped. A bird in a cage. She should be panicked. She should want to scream…but, for a reason she couldn’t quite put her finger on, she couldn’t. Maybe she was too exhausted. Her body exerted to its maximum. Maybe she was too out of breath.

All she could do was snarl. Her lip curling in an expression of vicious fury. Her entire body started to shake with it. The volcano in her mind exploding. “You fucker!”

She didn’t know with what strength she did it, but Elizabeth fucking launched herself onto her lover. Something he was not expecting.

The two tumbled to the ground. It was easy for Nathan to roll on top of her. He straddled her, hands pinning hers over her head. He could see how tired she was. How fatigued her muscles were. And yet, somehow she managed to glare at him with eyes of fire. Melting holes into his skull.

Impressive.

Elizabeth weakly struggled. Attempting to dislodge her captor, she rocked herself back and forth, raising her legs to kick his back. But nothing. Nothing fazed him. Nothing budged him. As though he were made of fucking steel.

Nathan kept her pinned. Easily. He was hardly breaking a sweat, and growing quickly bored of her sad attempts at fighting him off.

So he kissed her. Leaned down, and planted his lips on hers. Pressed into them with vigour. Force. Giving her no option to refuse.

“Open your mouth.” Nathan growled heavily on Elizabeth’s lips. Taking her plump bottom set between his teeth and biting. Seductively.

He knew precisely which buttons to press. He knew precisely where to touch. Where to kiss. Where to bite to turn his sweet little victim to putty in his hands.

Risking letting go of one of her arms, he wrapped a hand around her delicate throat and watched her eyes go wild. Watched her body instantly writhe.

Oh yes. This was going to be fun.

Elizabeth opened her mouth. Willingly. When he touched her like that…kissed her like that…her mind went to a place. A very special, intimate place.

Her brows furrowed in confusion at the conflicting emotions colliding inside her. Clashing in war.

But as his tongue entered her mouth. As his tongue ran along the surface of her teeth. As it gently prodded its way inside, she started to melt.

Her fear dissipating as his hand clutched her throat tighter. Tighter still, until she was grinding herself against his hard body.

She didn’t know why. She tried to find that lingering fear but…fuck, the grip on her neck. She was starting to like it. Starting to…want it.

“No!” Elizabeth hadn’t realized she said the words out loud.

“No?”

Fuck that.

He gripped harder, and leaned down. Whispering a sentence trigger, “Safeword?”

“Pencils.” The robotic response. She was safe. He was good to carry forward.

“You fucking denied me?”

Nathan made sure to keep the grip on her throat as he used his free hand to tug down her pants.

“See, you say no…but I’m pretty fucking sure your body’s saying yes. Want me to check?”

She would never admit it. Never admit that her pussy was indeed wet and throbbing.

Much to Nathan’s pleasure, she squeaked her protests. Much too weakly to be convincing.

“Very well then. I’m sure your cunt will tell me a different story.”

A feral growl ripped from Nathans throat. His lips curled into a wicked snarl. His lips cruelly twisting as he forced her legs apart. Making sure his grip remained unyielding at her throat, he released her other hand and slid his own down her body. Roughly grabbing at her gently sloped breasts.

The shirt. He needed it off. Now.

However he had more important business to attend to, so he kept that hand sliding down. Feeling every curve of her body under his calloused palm. Her breaths were coming hard and fast. Laboured.

But not in the way that he’d seen her panic. No…this was different. This was heated. Erotic. She wanted it.

He savoured the feel, his hand roaming down, down, down. He paused at the waistband of those fuck-me leggings. Paused for a single moment. Dragging his gaze to meet Elizabeth’s. His cerulean irises piercing her molten chocolates.

The universe shuddered at their bond. The stars rattled, the Earth fell to her knees.

Nathan kept his gaze locked. Not daring to look away as he tugged. Pulling those leggings down to her ankles. Peeling the spandex off her legs that were now obediently spread.

He felt her leg from he ankle up. Letting her skin run along his rough palms. His every nerve seemed to light aflame. His entire body engulfed in the flames of desire. Consuming him from the inside out.

Higher. Higher. Higher still. Pausing at her lacey little underthing. He ripped his gaze from Elizabeth’s and lowered his head, his hand on her throat slipping further down, enough to lift the hem of her shirt. Enough to glide his hand smoothly across her heaving, slick, abdomen. Enough to unclasp that pesky bra.

The second his fingertips traded against her sensitive, peaked, nipples the woman underneath him shuddered. Loosing an unsteady breath. Her body was climbing a mountain of ecstasy. Pure and raw.

As if the adrenaline coursing through her veins wasn’t drug enough. The feeling of his mouth on her throbbing slit, the feeling of his fingers circling indolently around her nipples that were never truly dormant – well the two sensations collided together, melded as one and sent Elizabeth hurtling off the cliff of sanity.

He pulled the strip of fabric keeping his prying lips from his prize. He exhaled softly, his warm breath cascading over the beautiful apex of her thighs.

Elizabeth sighed heavily. The sparks travelled along her synapses, the impulses electric. Her arousal was free flowing as Nathan worked her body. His lips sucked her nectar, his tongue flicking and circling that bundle of nerves that never failed to arch her back and make her scream.

She was beside herself in pleasure. Her mind in a suspended chaotic state of immense arousal. Escape was completely out of the question. The thought hadn’t even occurred to her. Not as Nathan tweaked her diamond peaks. Not as her legs twitched with every motion of his skilled tongue.

Her moans sliced the air. The only sound in the otherwise silent wood. Her body convulsed underneath Nathans administrations, readying itself for a climax of gargantuan proportion.

Her hands reached for his head of golden follicles. Tugging the short hair as her neck arched back, eyes rolling inwards. Every muscle in her body tended as, once again she was sent spiralling into the endless depths of exotic passion.

Nathan kept up actions, licking up every drop of her. Savouring her taste on his tongue. Not stopping until her body sagged in exhaustion.

Lifting himself up he undid his pants. Watching Elizabeth’s every move. Storing in his memory how her sweat slicked body writhed, how her climax had tasted on his tongue.

She was still in the throes of lingering pleasure when she peeked those beautiful eyes open. She beheld him, naked from the waist down.

Suddenly she remembered the circumstance. She remembered how he’d chased her. How she…she was his victim. Her face blanched. Her quivering muscles strained as she attempted to kick herself back.

“Not that, please!”

The desperate pleas made his cock – already standing straight – twitch. He groaned as he grasped his manhood. Biting his lip. Predator. An apex predator about to pounce on his prey.

Elizabeth was mortified as she watched his face morph into wicked incarnate. His eyes sparked with a flame hot enough to light a wildfire.

Again, she kicked back, “Stay away from me!!”

A tear slid down her cheek.

Pre-cum dripped steadily from the tiny slit in his sensitive head.

He sprung his powerful legs and launched himself at her. Elizabeth didn’t have time for another thought before his hand was already around her throat. The other pulling up her shirt, exposing her breasts to the elements.

She was already saturated. Invitingly so.

He positioned himself on top of her and plunged inside. To the hilt.

A shriek of confused terror shook the leaves as he kept her pinned to the ground and pulled almost all the way out of her. Before slamming back in.

Rough. Hard. Fast.

He knew she liked it. He knew she fucking loved it this way. And so he gave it to her. Fulfilling yet another one of her fantasies of being chased and taken.

He groped her breasts, pinching, pulling until her chest lifted off the ground in effort to alleviate the pain.

Oh fuck the pain – mixed with the intense pleasure she was feeling, her mind was hovering in blissful limbo. In limbo where she didn’t have the mind to fight him off. Not as his hips were thrusting in and out of her at a wild, unchecked pace.

His hardness pushing inside of her, stretching her open, was a sensation unlike any other. Her eyes shot to his, her pretty lips opened in a perfect ‘o’. No screams could escape her throat, for he was gripping tightly enough that only slivers of air could make their way through.

Another orgasm creeped up on her, crashing over her head before she had time to hold it back.

Her hands flung to his wrist, nails digging into his skin as her body was rocked with wave after wave of unalloyed euphoria.

It was exactly what Nathan needed to see. Needed to feel.

He lifted his hand from her breast and slapped her face, once. Twice. His pace quickened. His thrusts grew in their power and intensity.

A guttural roar filled the dense forest as he came. Echoing for miles. Making the tiny furry creatures scuttle back into their respective homes.

Rope, after rope, after rope of his seed shot into her. Filling her completely and wholly. Another evil grin splayed across his lips as he spoke, “At the snap of my fingers, on the count of three, you’ll wake up remembering everything. One. Two. Three.”

Snap.

Enjoy!!!!

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

Standing in front of the tall figure leering over her, the feeling of helplessness was already beginning to set in. For today’s game, she decided on a simple white and brown dress to accompany the red cloak that draped over it. Whereas the man before her was bare-chested, donning only a pair of shorts and a specially-made wolf mask. His face was only visible from within the maw.

“Do you understand the rules, Red?” he asked her, arms crossed over his chest.

She could barely bring her head to meet his gaze when she replied, “Yes, Sir.”

“And you know what will happen if I catch you?” he asked further, leaning in ever so subtly.

Red nodded, “Yes, Sir,” but she knew the odds weren’t really in her favor. Out here in the woods, with no one else around, and in the middle of mild autumn. This meant there would be few places to hide. Even if her red cloak and hood had a chance of blending in amongst the changing colors of the trees, keeping distance might be the better option.

The Wolf stood straight again, looking her up and down hungrily with a smile, “I’ll give you a three-minute head start. After that, I’m going to start hunting you,” he took a seat on a large stone nearby and called out to her, “Ready?”

Her heart already skipped a beat, and she felt something stir inside her as the game was about to begin. She rolled her feet in her running shoes, the only other clothing she was allowed. A short spike of adrenaline shot through her veins as she panicked to decide which direction to run.

“Go,” he barked.

She took off, unable to decide a direction, and darted straight in front of her. She caught his eyes as she dashed past him. The playful shade of green flashed in her mind as she took off down the trail. Quickly gathering her wits, she knew it was time for some quick decisions. The first one was to get off the trail and into the woods. The Wolf knew the direction to go, now, so she had to break the line of sight from him. The left side was denser so it would be harder to spot her in there. And left she turned.

Several minutes went past, more than the three he gave her to start. She did well to find large trees, dense bushes, and rocky outcroppings to duck behind as she caught her breath. She was smart to listen for the faintest sounds of rustling leaves, breaking twigs, or any sign of the Wolf, before moving on. She had to because she knew it was only a matter of time before he would find her trail.

Paranoia kept her on edge. Every small noise made her fret with the thought she was spotted. His words kept running through her mind, ‘if I catch you’, and images of those consequences sent a thrill through her. It built inside her until it hurt. Huddled against a large oak tree, she shrunk down and caught her breath once more.

Her calves burned and she could feel the thrill turn into a panging throb. He hasn’t found her yet, so what if she took a moment? Not long, she just needed to relieve some of the pressure. Her skirt was yanked up quickly as she peeked around the sides she could see and wasted little time reaching down for her sex. Hair sticking to her chest, the words reverberated in her head again, ‘if I catch you’. She stifled her breath as her fingers manipulated the sensitive parts, ‘Just for a little bit… Just a small one… Then I keep running.’

Running for this long, waiting for him to find her, knowing the consequences, it all heightened her senses. In that time, pleasuring herself against the tree, feeling the bark digging into her back, biting into her free hand to keep from crying out in pleasure. Did she let out a sound? Or leave a trail? A scent? Or had she just waited too long? Her chest tightened when she heard the crunching of autumn leaves, and it was getting closer!

She pushed away from the oak and took off, only a fraction of a second too late. She let out a shriek when the Wolf grappled her and pinned her against the same tree, held down by her arms. His green eyes pierced into her’s as he panted and growled. His body pressed further into her’s. Red’s chest tightened as her heart continued to race.

“Ten seconds,” he let out the words in a low rumble of a voice. The Wolf leaned back and pulled Red away from the tree, and released her out into the open. She was momentarily flabberghasted by this gesture, then he spoke, “One…. two…”

She took off again, the adrenaline coursing through her body, the Wolf would be right on her heels now. Every nerve in her body was lit up. She peered over her shoulder and saw the man with the wolf’s head trailing just behind her, and closing the distance! She tried yelling out short protests between huffs, but this game of cat and mouse had gone on long enough.

The Wolf caught her by the waist and brought her to the ground. Red screamed out, intoxicated by the runner’s high, and playfully tried to fight him off. Her legs flailed at him, but the Wolf took hold of her thighs, gripped tightly to hold them apart. All Red could see was the maw of the Wolf envelop her center, devouring her, hungry for his prize.

Red writhed at the feel of tongue and lips on her, the occasional nip of teeth, and hot breath. The thrill of the chase had made every wave of pleasure magnitudes higher through her body. She reached down and clawed her nails into his shoulder, the other reaching to grab something around her, and finding only leaves that crunched in her grasp. Her voice called out in an urgent desire.

When her orgasm began to overtake her, the pressure she felt before peaked and rushed out. Her thighs closed around his face, lights flashed over her eyes, and she felt as if she might lose her mind. The Wolf finally relented, and Red let her body go limp. She finally let herself rest on the ground, ravished beyond satisfaction.

The Wolf wasn’t done, however, and tenderly manipulated her body to lay face-down on the strewn cloak. Red cooperated when her hunter raised her waist, supported by her knees. A smile crept over her face as she waited expectantly, then felt him press inside her. Felt the hot sweat of his thighs and hips against her backside as he pressed deeper, mounting his prey. She gripped the red fabric of the hood beneath her and braced against his thrusts. He returned the same sentiment as he dug his nails into her lower back as well. Red groaned from the pain and delighted in the burning sensation the marks left behind.

It didn’t take long for the Wolf to reach his climax as well. Red felt him fill her as he bellowed and huffed. He laid himself on the ground next to his quarry with a smile. Red smiled back with a hungry grin and placed a hand on his cheek. Her hunter, her alpha, her Wolf.

Holy fuck.🔥😈🖤 @texasbikerdom49

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

I’d agreed to meet him for a drink. One drink, I told myself. Just enough to satiate my curiosity about him, how he’d been since he left town, whether he’d changed. I knew I had. Older, stronger, hopefully wiser. I’d made my peace with our past and his place in my life. Surely I’d fostered some immunity to him, even if a quick google search revealed that he had unfortunately neither gained 100 pounds nor lost his hair.

“One more.”

The charm offensive was in full force. Apparently some things didn’t change, including my body’s reaction to this man. I could blame the scotch for the warmth that furled through me, but not for the way my pulse had quickened as soon as he’d sat down, or the aching need that thrummed through me as I watched him run his fingers around the rim of his glass.

“No. I can’t.” I would hold firm dammit, even if my mind was suddenly replaying all the things those hands could do and had done to me.

“Sure you can, Kitten. You know you want to.”

“Don’t call me that.” My glare had made other men step back, but not this one. In fact, it seemed to egg him on. He liked my temper.

“Why not?”

“Because it belongs to another girl from another time.”

There was a pause as he sipped his drink and gazed at me. I held his stare out of sheer stubbornness.

“That girl used to be mine.”

I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped me, or the flash of heat that scorched through me at his low voiced claim. I felt robbed of the power of speech. We’d danced around this for an hour, drinking our drinks, making small talk, catching up like acquaintances do. But with that one line he’d forced the issue out into the open. We weren’t acquaintances. We weren’t friends or colleagues. We were former lovers. More than that. He’d been my Dominant for several heady, crazy, months - a lifetime ago.

I swallowed hard and then forced out my next words, “but she’s not now and hasn’t been for a long time, Jake.” My use of his name was deliberate, a calculated lack of deference.

“No. She’s not…but that doesn’t mean I don’t want her to be.” Suddenly he was standing much closer. I could feel his heat, smell the cologne he always wore. He took my hand in his and felt the shiver his touch produced.

“You want to deny the chemistry? Tell me you never think about the way I made you feel? The way you felt when I had you over my knee? Or on your knees in front of me? You want to tell me you’re not thinking about it right now - how I made you cum?”

I shook my head, dazed, flushed, suddenly drunk on the lust spiraling through me. I couldn’t tell him any of that because of course I was thinking about it. I was gripped with need. My body ached. And that was just from memories and his words and the ever present chemistry that did indeed flash between us.

“Come upstairs with me…please?”

It was the please that did it. If he’d fallen back into our old dynamic, tried to be bossy or commandeering, I would have said no with zero qualms. But that please..that cut right through my defenses and denials. I nodded slowly and he smiled.

“I need the words love.”

“Yes..yes please.”

Without another word he lead me to the elevator bank and when the car arrived he hustled me inside, impatiently pushing the button to close the doors. He was standing in front of me now, his large feet moving mine aside. My legs nudged open wider, instinctively, as he moved closer, filling the gap and pressing me right up against the wall. Then I couldn’t think about anything but him—his hands, his body, his victory over me.

It was such an easy surrender in the end. He took complete command. The length of his long body pressed against me, his erection pushing firmly at the place where I burned and throbbed for him. His lips molded to mine, sucking alternately on my bottom lip and then my top, leaving no part of my mouth untouched or untasted as I moaned and whimpered into his kiss.

When this wasn’t enough, he cupped my jaw, arching my neck back, forcing my mouth to open wider. I let out a cry that he lapped up before trailing his lips across my cheek, to the sensitive shell of my ear. His other hand moved down to trace the curve of my breast, before gripping it hard. It was painful, a glorious reminder of how well this man understood me, how we knew I needed an edge of pain with me pleasure. I groaned into his mouth again as he squeezed harder. Harder still. Then he let go, and as soon as he did, pleasure vibrated straight down to my pussy.

“Oh my god,” I gasped. “Do it again, please.”

Pressing in closer, he slid his hand under my dress to cup my pussy.

“You’re so wet, I can feel it through your panties .”

“Fuck…fuck, touch me,” I begged, bucking into his hand. This was torture.

“You seem to have forgotten how to be patient Princess. Is this what happens without me? You become an impatient little slut?”

Suddenly, he slapped my pussy. Hard. Then he kissed me to muffle my cry.

“That’s alright. I’m going to remind you that you don’t call the shots, and you’re going to thank me for it.”

Lordy. 🔥🔥

I take no credit for the writing, if you know who the author is let me know and I will tag them.

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰

There’s something about it. There’s something about being thrown across the room as though you weigh as much as a bird with their pneumatic bones — nothing at all.

There’s something to be said about how quickly it sends one into their subspace. It’s instantaneous. Immediate. The way my body bounces on the bed. Or the way the back of my head slams into the wall behind me — the impact clanging inside my brain. Echoing. Each resonation emptying more and more thoughts until…nothing. Until all that’s left to think about is Him. How I can please Him, how I can serve Him, how much I want Him to use me — His property.

And use me He would.

I can already feel how His hand would wrap around my throat. How it would tighten, His grip properly placed for the desired effect. His fingers would squeeze on either side of my trachea, applying the perfect amount of pressure to cut off, not just oxygen but blood circulation.

It would take seconds for my vision to blur — even less than that for my panties to saturate. The world would start to spin, my head growing foggy, my thoughts — what little I would have, would start to become disoriented, scrambled.

The mere thought has my cunt throbbing.

I wouldn’t be able to speak underneath His administrations, but my eyes would do my lips’ bidding. They’d widen, sparking with the stoked flame of heated desire. Their relayed message would be crystal clear. He knows that look well. There would be absolutely no mistaking it. No denying the aura of instant submission — whole and complete — presented only to Him.

Forever only to Him.

I know exactly what would happen next. He would turn me around — the harshest of tugs. Remove His hand from my throat and wrapping it instead in my hair — tangling that fist in my curls resembling that of a birds nest.

He’d slam my head against the wall once again, pulling down my pants as the reverberations ricocheted against the walls of my skull. There would be no regard for the integrity of the denim. There is only one thing He cares about and my Mom jeans are certainly not it.

My chest would be heaving as He’d slide my soaking panties to the side. Not a word would be spoken as He’d shove two fingers inside me — laughing as the apex of my thighs seeming to suck Him in on its own accord. The walls of my cunt slick with arousal — making the invasion effortless.

My cheeks would bloom scarlet as His laughter would flit in my ears and fill my head. The condescension. He knows exactly what it does to me. Knows exactly how it makes me feel. How it makes my knees weak. How it makes my body flush.

“You want me to fuck you don’t you? Your cunt is fucking dripping and I’ve hardly touched it.”

Of course I don’t say anything. He already knows His words run true.

“But you see my sweet, sweet, slut. I’m not interested in your cunt. Today, I want your ass. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.” He’d praise me, pumping His fingers in and out of me until my arousal would be dripping down His hand. He’d continue until my moans would change pitch. Until my body would start to writhe. My mews growing more and more desperate with each passing.

My back would arch. My nails would start to dig into the paint on the wall. And just as I’d be climbing that glorious mountain. Just as I would be about to reach the climax. The peak. Just when I was about to careen from the ledge and freefall into an unending chasm of orgasmic bliss…He’d pull out and trace that sensitive, quivering rosebud. That touch would make the hair on my arms, the hair at the back of my neck stand on end.

Every nerve of mine would light aflame. The fire burning white hot. Spreading. Unyielding. A raging wildfire with no stop in sight.

“Are you ready Little One?”

“Yes Sir.”

𝓑𝔂- 𝓤𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓔𝓵𝓸𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

Lordy. 🔥🔥🔥 @texasbikerdom49

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

Edging story (NSFW)

Donna and I had been together for six months or so, and while the sex was incredibly good, I wanted to try something new. Something a little less vanilla. I wanted to give edging a shot. 

The conversation was about as awkward as I thought it would be.

“You want me to not make you cum?” She asked, laughing a bit. 

“Yes. I want you to get me close to cumming, but then not… finish,” I explained.

She considered that for a moment. 

“Why?” She asked.

“I don’t know. It’s just a weird thing I want to try. I think it would be hot. Don’t let me cum, even if I ask you to.”

“For how long?” She asked.

“I don’t know…a couple days, maybe?”

“But I love when you cum… and isn’t every other woman in the world already not making you cum?”  She said giggling. 

“I mean, yeah… but they’re not making me cum out of indifference. I want you to purposefully not make me cum. I want you to be invested in it. Kinks are weird. But does that make sense?”

“It makes sense in that I know what you want, but I don’t get it entirely. What the hell though? It’s Friday night, I’ll give it a try.”

And that’s how we started edging. 

Keep reading

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

I end the Zoom call, slam the lid of the laptop a little too hard, then make my way to the kitchen counter to pour myself a drink. The glass sits on the black marble. I lean over it, staring into the brown liquid. I hear her enter the kitchen behind me.

"Didn't sound like that went well." I can tell she is trying to comfort me. Unfortunately, my frustration is peaking. "The assholes don't like the plans we submitted. So next week we must start all the way the fuck over. Five FUCKING months down the.." I trail off. My chest shivers. I inhale deep, trying not to

let my irritation turn to rage. I stand straight up, grab the drink, and bring it to my lips. I pause and look at her. For no reason other than her presence, I get hard. Raging hard. She stands there with her arms folded in sweatpants and tank top, her hair in a messy bun. I set the drink down and move to her.

She backs up as I walk toward her. "What?" her voice so unsure of my intentions. It is cute, as if she does not know I need to fuck her any chance I get. My hand strikes forward and firmly grips her throat.

I push her back against the wall, her gasps fuel my need. "Are... are you sure you want this?" she whispers so unsurely.

"Shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you, "I growl into her chin. I force my right knee between her legs and push up. This pushes her to her to just above tippy toes, obliging her to ride my leg. My hand lets go of her throat; she is at the mercy of my thigh. I grab the top of her tank top and pull it apart. Adrenaline surges through me already, it only takes one attempt to rip the fabric in half.

"Hey, I liked that..." my hand slams over her mouth. “I said shut up." She nods against my hand and I release her. I grab her breasts and grip them hard in my hand.

"Mine" I grunt as I apply solid pressure against her soft flesh. She spreads her thighs more, allowing herself to fall onto my knee even more. "That's right my little slut. Always such a needy little bitch for Daddy. Even when I'm a little aggressive you can't help but open yourself for me." One hand at a time I smack up against her tits. Her whimpering moan says all I need to know. I give her a hint of my next move, "Let's turn these tits a nice rosy color"

The more I smacked her breasts, the more she humped my leg. Her arousal is an energy that sends waves of wild through me. I look her in the eye and growl again, "Mine." My mouth is on her chest in a flash. My teeth sink into the top of her boob. I dig them more; it draws forth a hissing inhale from her. I being to suck hard, her skin pulls into my mouth. I lick her bugling flesh, tasting her skin as it is stretched by my sucking. I repeat this till her chest is peppered with my teeth marks and reddening splotches. Her thighs squeeze against mine as she grinds herself down hard against my knee. "Do you want to cum slut?" My fingers grab her nipples and squeeze hard. Her groan is quiet.

"Yes, Sir"

I squeeze harder. "Yes... Sir... What?" She winces and bites her lips. But that moan, cannot hide her arousal from me.

"Yes, Sir. I want to cum" I let go of her nipples quickly. The sudden release of pressure is going to spin her out. I set her down on her feet and stand back. Her hands slam back against the wall as if to steady herself. I survey my property. The shirt torn in half. A visible wet mark in the crotch of her sweatpants. Her chest covered in my teeth marks and hickeys. "Of course, you do. But you're gonna fucking earn it"

B. Allan

Lordy. 😈😈

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

😈😈😈 @texasbikerdom49

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

Leaving the restaurant, she looks at me anxiously. "Home?" She says, almost hopeful. I smirk. "Home? It's a nice night. I thought we'd go for a walk after dinner." She whimpers and gives me her best impression of puppy dog eyes. "What's wrong my pet? Can't handle a little walk? It will be good to stretch the legs after such a delicious meal."

“I'm being stretched enough as is. You just want me dripping before we get home." The arousal in her voice is unmistakable to me, even if she is trying to hide it.

"You mean to tell me you're not dripping yet? Well, then we defiantly need to go for a walk." I grab her hand and begin the march down the sidewalk. She keeps up without any indication that she is hiding a delicious secret. "Let's make sure you are truly soaking before we head home"

In the back of the Uber, I see her legs pressing together tighter than usual. I grab her knee, squeeze, and pull her leg to me. Forcing her to spread herself. She looks at me quickly with a "what are you doing" look leans back. Her other leg moves as well, spreading even more. Her skirt dips between her open legs, just covering the treat I cannot wait to drink. We hit a bump in the road. She doesn't even attempt to stifle the moan behind her mask. The driver looks in her eyes. The look is quickly replaced with a look of incredible pleasure as I spread her open. Her eyes shut and her head her rearview mirror. Is she okay?"

"Yes. She's doing very well." I respond with a smirk.

Stepping into the house, she leans back against the wall. "They are so heavy. I'm not sure I can take much more."

I stand in front of her and push my body against hers, making sure she could feel my growing hardon against her leg. "The driver gave me her number on this card."

Showing her the card, I read it out loud. "If you ever want to watch me eat her out, let me know. You two seem fun. Her huff is loud. She grabs my shoulders and wraps a leg around mine. She pushes her pelvis against my thigh. "Please, Sir. Can I cum. I'm already so close"

I grab her quickly by the throat, pinning her to the wall. I trace her jawline with the tip of my nose. The sound of her gasping arousal feeds my merciless enjoyment. Into her neck, I growl "The idea of her eating your pussy while I watch turns you on? Such a greedy little thing you are." She whimpers, almost unable to form the words, "Please, I'm so close. Can I cum"

I pull away. She pushes back into the wall for stability.

"Not yet. Let's go upstairs"

She stands in front of the full-length mirror wearing the high heels from dinner, and nothing else. I stand behind her, nearly touching her. We both look at her perfect naked body.

"Look how amazing you look." I grin. "And look, we can see your sweet juice rolling down your thighs." Her hands squeeze her thighs. I can see she is struggling to remain standing. My hand reaches between her thighs from behind. I cup her scorching pussy. She almost grinds against my hand. "Push them out" I command.

Almost instantly the two, silver, ball bearings she has been holding inside of her, fall into my hand. She whines loudly as they do. She bends forward, hands on her knees as the balls leave her body. I see her legs quiver. She's doing amazing. I reach around and grab her by the throat. I stand her up and pull her against me. I bring the cupped hand in front of her. Showing her the soaking wet orbs. "Looks like the walk did the trick. You're absolutely overflowing." I pour them both into my mouth. She groans. Into the back of her head, and with a mouth full of her succulent cream and the metal spheres, I voice "You've been such a good girl for me this evening. You've held on so well. Now, let's see how many times we can make you cum."

B. Allan @lfstylewriter on Instagram

Lordy!!🔥🔥

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

Sarah in the park

We are sitting at a picnic table, partway up a hillside overlooking a busy walking path. And beyond the path, there are people playing frisbee under the trees on the broad green lawn along the lakeshore, enjoying the endless, July twilight.

Sarah is tall and slim, almost boyish, with only the slightest curve of hips and breasts. She has oceans of auburn curls that cascade over her shoulders and down her back.

She is sitting astride me, kneeling on the bench with her arms around my neck, kissing me playfully, her loose, knee-length sundress draped across my lap.

Looking down at me from her place in my lap, she gazes into my blue eyes with her grey ones until the spray of freckles across her nose dances as she breaks into a shy smile. We know that people walking past are watching us. That just heightens our excitement.

Unconcerned about our audience, my hand cups her breast. I can feel her long, hard nipple through the thin cotton dress. I pinch and roll it between my fingers. My other hand drifts lightly from her knee to her ass and back. She moans into my mouth and grinds her pelvis against me, shuddering with her need.

“Stand next to me.” I tell her. And she quickly complies.

Standing beside me, her right hand rests lightly on my shoulder as I reach under her dress. Between her legs, my fingers lightly trace a line up to her ass from the back of her knee. I spend a few minutes touching her, teasing her, not yet putting my fingers where she needs them. She is trying so hard to not move, to not react to my touch.

At last, I relent and place my hand between her slightly parted thighs. Her panties are soaked and I press the cloth into her as I rub my fingers forward and back over her pussy. Sarah leans into me, trembling. Her fingers grip my shoulder tightly, but she remains silent.

With one hand, I pull Sarah’s panties down a few inches so I can touch her freely. My fingers part her soft inner labia and find her clit. As I rub circles around her button, she stifles a gasp, but her fingers only bite harder into my shoulder.

I’m watching the people walking past us on the path. A few glance over but look away quickly, too polite to stare. Others do look, long and hard. Some are leering, some scowl disapproval of what we’re doing.

When two of my fingers slip easily into her, she can no longer hold back her low moans. Slowly at first, I fuck Sarah with my fingers. Her eyes are closed. She is breathing hard. Her hips are rocking back and forth, just a little, in time with the movement of my fingers.

I take my time building the intensity, keeping Sarah on edge of orgasm for as long as I can. She is leaning against me now and I’m supporting her with my free hand. Her pelvic muscles clench my fingers with each thrust. Her breathing is becoming ragged. I know she needs to cum and it’s taking all of her control not to scream out loud.

“I want you to cum now, baby. Cum for me!” With this, I thrust my fingers hard and fast. She cries out softly and Sarah’s body shudders with an intense orgasm.

Reluctantly, I let my fingers slip out as she collapses into my lap. I hold her close for a long time until her trembling subsides.

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

Her hands on him..

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

Kutte the Cake

A/N: Here’s a short and sweet fluffy smutty little fic about you and Jax tying the knot 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨This is set in the KutteVerse AU but can also be read as a one shot! This fic also fills the below request that I got (like ages ago, but better late than never you know? 🙃)

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex Request: anon request for slutty wedding sex

Word Count: ~1.9k

“I do.”

“I do.”

Other words have been said on this day—just a few—but they all fade away. Hearts swept up in the vows that you’d made years ago and have finally chosen to say, though for over a decade they’ve always been true.

I do. Nods and smiles at you. God, his eyes are so blue. All the heavens above, ain’t got shit on the skies in his eyes as they shine full of heaven-sent love. Love that may well be hell-bent on ruining you. But now that the dream is at last brought to life… two of you man and wife… you’ll just ride out the tide, of your time by his side, for as long as it’s meant to continue.

You’ll always remember, when you first considered yourself Mrs. Teller. Just a month after you and Jax first got together—fresh out of high school, so giddy in love like a couple of fools, making trouble all summer and breaking a million rules—he had popped the question with a ring pop he bought from a candy dispenser. All the stars had told him that your love was forever; he was just the messenger. 

The crown prince of Charming had made love to you on that hot summer night rough and fast, slow and tender. A love made to last, past the cut of the reaper patched onto his leather. Wrapped you up in nothing but his kutte. Sealed your fate as his slut. As his princess, forever, with stars in the heavens to witness, as he made a promise to spend every day of his life loving you more and better.

Eleven years later—through all of the tears you’ve both wept, even through all the years spent apart since you left… still that promise has always been kept.

You’ve been swept off your feet by Jax Teller in every damn way that a girl can be swept.

As he finally slides the bright wedding ring onto your finger, those blue eyes search yours for a moment and linger, piercing to a whole other core of your soul that had never existed until he first charted that depth. He’s the reason for your every breath. He’s the reason you live and you’ll love him to death.

No one till Jax had ever been so deep inside. No one else ever will. Any love that cuts so deep is destined to kill. Cuts your heart and your soul—not to mention your holes—open wide. All the pieces of Jax fucking swallow you whole; from the moment you met him you’d already died.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Yeah, damn right. 

Here at the altar Jax’s smile makes it clear that he has no patience to wait, to consummate this marriage that’s eleven years too late. Kiss makes it crystal clear he’s gonna fuck you long before the wedding night.

Keep reading

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

She lies there, hoping and praying that tonight will be any different, yet it is always the same. Time after time the whispers drift throughout the room; soft as feathers, yet the effects strike like talons. Every night they tell her to open herself to the whims of that which cannot be seen, yet the touches are unmistakable.

No matter how much she questions the beings or speaks to them, no answers are given except for the same orders, to keep spread-eagled and motionless. Whatever these bodiless entities were, their power over the girl was beyond human comprehension. They would tease her body in ways no mortal could manage, though this is where the girl’s torment truly took hold. While they always ordered her to remain in the position, the delights wrought on her were always too much to endure; they kept bringing her to the edge of orgasm in ways her mind could not fathom, in ways which finally made her give in before they granted her the orgasm she craved. As soon as she moved, the beings vanished, leaving her wanting. The cruelty was that they always left her stuck in this state, making sure that she could not orgasm even under her own manipulations, sealing her orgasm off until they returned the next night… and the next… and the next.

She has lost count how many nights it has been, yet still they take no heed to her begging and whimpering; they simply give the one single order and continue their work. No matter what she wears, the cloth is no barrier to them, it is as if her skin were moving and teasing itself. It has always been the same since the beginning, they always work so painfully slow, spreading warm sensations all over her body, yet when the attention hones onto her clitoris and nipples, she loses it.

Tonight her silken black underwear is no defence as usual; they assault her body with constant lingering touches. No matter how much she mentally prepares herself, her every nerve reacts to what feels like hundreds of fingertips darting between her thighs to seduce the wetness within. No matter how hard she clenches her fingers and how much she tenses every muscle in retaliation, her body is always overcome with horrifying ease.

She tries once again with all of her might to hold her composure, to not give in, to finally last until the sweet kiss of orgasm is granted; yet each day of being denied has taken its toll more and more, making the following day even harder still.  Frustrated cries of desperation fill the room as her body arches, clutching at the bed in need; she knows it is helpless, left to experience another 24 hours coping with the build-up of unreleased arousal.

She will have to go through it all over again. She prays that tomorrow night will be yield what she wishes for most.

She lies there, hoping and praying that tonight will be any different, yet it is always the same. It didn’t matter how long the sensations punished her body, or how many days or weeks: all that mattered to her was whether tonight would be the night that mercy was shown.

The daytime was merely a brief respite, an interlude to the ever expected events of the night; her days were spent in constant desire, a pulsing need emanating from between her thighs and resonating through to the very tips of her fingers, fingers that would not quench that need no matter how much she tried. Such a cruel torture, to have the simple yet most desirable aspect of sexuality, the climax of pleasure, sealed away, yet there was never an explanation or any other interaction other than the nightly torment that never ceased to arrive.

While she hid her unendurable frustrations well enough in the daytime, her mind was constantly restless with thoughts of what was to come. As much as she tried to fight it, she could not help but be consumed as every inch of her body seemed to be on a knife edge; every brush of her clothes against her skin from even the slightest movement managed to pull her mind back to the prickling need throughout.

It felt as if she were inside a living, writhing prison, her mind trapped within a shell of uncontrollable lust.

Once home, she strips naked for the night, knowing that the entities have moved beyond teasing her over the clothing; she is unsure whether it is better having them touch her naked body, or worse. Stripped and ready to plummet back into the depths of desperation, she lies in wait until once more, they come; soft wisps of the night air trailing over her defenceless body.

On cue, those unseen fingertips trace along every curve as if to needlessly remind her of just how sensitive every inch of her delicate feminine frame has become. Their touches mark her every outline with a trace of renewed longing, though the trembling and whimpering need that escapes her does nothing to bring about any change of pace. Even though they are unseen, even though she cannot touch or grip hold of the entities with her own hands, the touches always have almost human warmth to them, warmth that makes the sensations feel so much more erotic.

It is always the same, no matter how long she tries to fight it never takes long until pleas for mercy escape her full, moist, trembling lips; her breath already in ragged gasps even though they have barely begun.

All around her smooth body, down the arch of her back, along the curve of her ass, they begin to focus on those most tender places, the places that truly torture her most. Before the beings even make contact, the little pinpoints of her nipples and clitoris are already stiffened with desperate arousal, a body already conditioned to such cruel stimulation. What always scares her is just how precisely they know where to touch, as if her body is an open book to them; for so many days they had stimulated her in ways she was sure no other person had ever felt. Those long, lingering strokes to her sex, the gentle touches to her lips that felt somehow like the soft nibbles of a mouth, the trailing featherlike contact to her stomach and hips, the circling stimulation around her breasts and the delicate dancing of fingertips along her feet and up her legs; it all added to the cruellest of teases.

As ever, the feeling of a thin thread seems to wrap around her clitoris, slowly and gently tweaking it and sliding up and down; all she can do is claw at the bed, unable to stop herself gasping in such intense pleasure, knowing that there is no way to stop the sensations the invisible tendril is wreaking on her. Whether she closes her legs or tries to paw at the source of it all, they pass through her fingers like the air itself. What feels like fingertips pinching and caressing her most sensitive spots soon gives way to the feeling of countless tongues constantly flicking her exposed clitoris non-stop while the tiny strand continues to caress it; she can almost feel her clitoris pulse on the edge of orgasm as the soft thread squeezes it tight enough to make her squeal out in pleasure before more begin to slide along the most sensitive folds of her pussy. Still they do not let her come.

Brought to the edge of orgasm again and again, she continues to scream and beg aimlessly; as the night goes on, the sweat drips from her skin while her juices slide along her inner thighs. Even though she cannot touch them or stop them, now and again they still pin her wrists and ankles down, just to add to her erotic torment, just to tease her imagination even further. All she can do is writhe and cry out. As they explore her mercilessly, as her hips rock in the fury of frustration, she screams out at the inescapable anguish, begging for just that one orgasm. Hour after hour they edge her relentlessly, keeping her teetering on the brink, sometimes with an inhuman ability to hold her on the edge ceaselessly.

She prays that tonight they will show mercy.

They won’t.

Lordy, being tortured by edging. I'd be totally mindless and off with the fairies.

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

I'm just saying if you're infatuated with this beautiful gift from the gods you really should check out this page.

Do What You’re Told

A/N: Because Jax Teller telling his old lady “DO WHAT YOU’RE TOLD” (see this gifset!) was pure pornographic gold. He honestly loves and respects his woman more than anything—but just imagine being his wife, and him exerting all that alpha male dom energy in your sex life… when it comes to sex, he is KING.

Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, degradation, dom!Jax, dom to the fucking max

The words keep ringing in your ears. Ever since yesterday, on constant fucking replay, this is all that you can hear.

“You wanna be an old lady? Then act like one! Do what you’re told!”

Do what you’re told. Do what you’re told. Mulling it over now the next morning, you’re sitting in the kitchen, mug of coffee in your hand long since gone cold. Cold as your blood had run, as soon as those words fell from Jax’s tongue. In all the countless fights the two of you have had, he’d never talked to you like that. Never been such a damn misogynistic asshole. Treating you like some kind of object for him to command and control. You couldn’t stand to look at him, and couldn’t bear to spend the night in the same bed, after the downright dignity-destroying shit that he’d just said.

Do what you’re told. Do what you’re told. What hurts your dignity the most, to be quite honest, is the shameful fact that every time those four words play on repeat in your head… it gets you soaking fucking wet.

Thank God that you and Jax had slept in separate beds; last night you had stayed with the kids, with the door locked so that his sorry ass couldn’t do anything about it. You would’ve died if he had noticed just how much the incident had turned you on.

Get a goddamn grip, Y/N, you tell yourself—you’re a strong independent woman, always have been, and will never bow before your toxically masculine husband. Jax will have to bend you way harder than that before you break. Then again, as soon as he walks in, you’re pretty sure you’ll promptly let him bend you over any damn surface he wants…

You try to brush that thought away. But fucking can’t. For your dignity’s sake, you just hope that once he finally wakes and rolls his dumb ass out of bed to join you in the kitchen, he won’t be wearing those life-ruining light grey sweatpants.

Footsteps at last. Then Jax is here, wearing exactly that, white boxers peeking out above the waistband, staring down at you with just about a hundred shades of unspoken emotions as he twirls a box of cigarettes in his dominant hands.

Fuck that. Your dignity most definitely doesn’t stand a chance.

Keep reading