Free Black Ink by N.M. Catalano Page B

wider.  I’m panting, all coherent thought has left me, I am only lust, need, and a raging desire to be fucked.
    “What a beautiful pussy Gemma, so sweet, so hungry,” he rasps out, pushing the tip of his finger into my ass as his tongue rims my achingly empty hole. 
    “Please…,” I moan again.
    “Suck it in, pet, pull my finger all the way inside you.  Let me feel your cunt clenching for it in your tight ass.”
    His words are pushing me over.  I rock into his hand shamefully, stripped of all propriety.  He’s reduced me to banefulness, possessed by him and his domination. 
    “Fuck it Gemma, give that beautiful tight ass what it wants.”
    More, please give me more!
    “Please…,” I’m almost sobbing, a vortex of conflicting contradictions:  fear, desire, humiliation, lust, greed.
    With his finger sliding slowly in and out of my ass, he blazes a trail up my inner thigh with his teeth biting just past the point of soft as his thumb circles my clit.
    “OH GOOOOOOOD!”  My back lifts off the bed on the brink of diving head first into a climax I can’t wait to ride.
    “You need to come.”
    “Yes!” 
    “Not yet.”
    “Please!”
    His thumb slips into my pussy and he begins to move both digits so slowly in and out of me, inch by inch, so good but not enough.  Not enough at all. 
    “Do you want me to fuck you?”
    “YES, YES, YES.”  My head thrashes from side to side, I’m beyond reason, beyond denying I’m enjoying this, accepting this, wanting and needing this….wanting him.  Just.  Like.  This. 
    Taken, forced, bound, blindfolded. 
    Exactly like this.
    “Tell me.”
    His tongue flicks my clit. 
    The first tremor of my orgasm cries out.
    “Fuck me, please fuck me.”
    The first tear seeps from the corner of my eye.
    “I’m going to fuck you.  But not yet.”
    “No, please, now...”  I’m such a whore.  I can’t help it.  He is exactly what I need.  I allow myself to admit it, the silent declaration materializes in my mind, freeing me and humiliating me. 
    “Not yet Gemma.  Trust me.”
    His lips pull my throbbing clit between them.  Removing his thumb and leaving his finger in my ass, he begins to circle it in my tightness.  When his tongue hits that vibrating nub sucked between his lips, I dive into the waves of the sweet orgasm pulsating out from my core to every part of me. 
    I lay rigid and motionless in the ecstasy he’s giving me with only a finger and his mouth.
    “Yesssssssssss…oh God yes.”
    Sucking me, tantalizing me, it feels so good.
    “ Now I’m going to fuck you, Gemma.”
    In my lust drugged fog, he unties my ankles and turns me to my stomach then pulls my hips up.  The feel of his cock sliding over me makes me moan.  Resting on my forearms with my wrists still tied, I lay my cheek on the bed, lips parted, eagerly waiting for him to fill me.
    “Kitten, you need to be stroked.”  His whisper is so deliciously husky.
    I don’t care anymore, I passed the point of fighting long ago.
    “Yes,” I murmur.
    “Then feel me, pet, feel my cock.”
    Slipping inside with just the head, he pulls back out.
    “So good,” I whisper, letting go.
    “So tight pet, so hot, so wet.  Perfect.  I could fuck you all night.”
    He pushes all the way in, pulling my hips tightly against him.  He’s so hard, so wonderfully thick, filling me completely, his length presses heavily against my uterus.
    “Yes, yes, yes,” I whisper.
    His strokes are slow and languid at first, petting me inside, the tremors of my orgasm still vibrating inside me.  I grasp him tightly with my walls, hugging his thickness.   
    “Mmmmmmmm.”
    I begin to meet his thrusts unhurriedly, keeping his pace, relishing every stroke, every inch of him building the crest slowly.
    His fingers dig roughly into my hips.  He thrusts deeper and more demanding.
    “Oooooooooh,” my longing comes out in a heavy breath.
    “Your cunt is so tight, so greedy pet.  It loves to be