Free One Night in His Custody by Teri Fowler Page A

she took him all the way in again. His hips surged forward and back in a frantic rhythm that he had no control over. The need to be inside her was so great, he barely wanted to withdraw and pulled out only long enough to gain the momentum thrust into her again.
    “Fuck me, Michael. Oh God, yes. Like that. Yes...”
    Olivia's voice broke through his trance , and he slowed the pace, taking a moment to let register what was happening inside her body. Her muscles were clamped around his shaft, but he felt no hint of the spasms he'd noticed earlier while he'd been frigging her. He knew if he carried on fucking her at the same, frantic pace, he would orgasm too soon. Olivia's mind was holding her back. She needed to learn that he meant it when he said he could control her body and make her come however he wanted to. If he shot his load within minutes after all his big talk, she would never trust his word again.
    Olivia let go of his hair , and her hands started to wander. Her nails scored his back, and he hissed at the erotically painful sensation.  He reached up and grabbed her bicep, forcing her arm back down to the bed where she couldn't get up to any more mischief. Her other hand was on the move, too, but in a totally different direction. He felt it snaking between their torsos, gliding easily against their sweaty flesh. Michael paused, pure morbid curiosity making him wait to see what she would do next. He braced himself for the scratch of a nail or a tug on his pubic hair, but it never came. Instead, he felt her knuckles brushing back and forth against the skin of his pelvis, and he knew she was trying to masturbate.
    He got up on his knees with her body still impaled on his cock, and shuffled to the edge of the bed. Liv wrapped her legs around him, no doubt expecting him to settle them somewhere else. Michael walked across the room, gritting his teeth against the agonizing friction of her weight jiggling up and down on his dick. He reached down to grab the handcuffs with Olivia clinging on to his neck to stop herself from falling off him.
    “ Oh, yes. I like those. Can I use them on you sometime?”
    “ Not tonight.”
    “ That's not fair.”
    “ I don't remember promising to be fair.”  Michael smiled at her mock outrage and clicked one of the bracelets closed around her wrist. “I do, however, remember you promised you would trust me.”
    Olivia looked genuinely wounded. “I do.”
    “ Then I won't need to tie you up to make you behave yourself then?”
    She smirked.  “Probably.”
    He lifted her body off his tormented shaft, shuddering at the way her muscles clamped around him, as if reluctant to let him go. Michael turned her to stand facing the foot of the bed, and clicked the other part of the handcuffs closed around a metal strut.  He went back to find one of the stockings they'd used earlier, and tied her free hand to a strut on the other end, forcing her to bend over with her pretty arse up in the air.
    “Hold on tight,” he whispered, stepping up against her and slipping his dick between her thighs. He pulled the cheeks of her bum apart with his fingers and pushed his way back inside her pussy. Michael thrust into her a few times, letting her adjust to his size again and cast a quick glance at each of her hands to ensure she was, in fact, hanging on.
    His hands clamped around her hips , and he lifted her feet from the floor without warning, pulling her against him so hard that the bed creaked in protest. He took a step back, drawing her body away from the bed and holding it almost parallel with the floor.
    Michael thrust again, and grunted in satisfaction when the ridges of his cock bumped over the hard nub on the front wall of her vagina. Olivia seemed as happy as he was, shuddering and gasping as he did it again, coating his dick with her juices as she got even wetter.
    He stepped up the pace, hoping to God she would come soon because he couldn't hold out much longer. She responded eagerly,