Free Sasha's Portrait by B. J. Wane Page B

“Now, Sasha,” he commanded her, his tone brooking no denials. “Watch them as they watch us, as I take your ass here, outside, with the sun beating down on us, and the water lapping the boat the only sound other than your cries of ecstasy.”
    Sasha took a deep breath as he slowly entered her, forcing herself to keep her eyes glued on the small figures enjoying her exhibitionism. She moaned as his cock stretched her, the pain sharp but bearable. When he had lodged himself fully inside of her, she released her breath and was grateful he gave her a moment to get used to this foreign invasion. She was pleasantly surprised at how quickly the pain subsided, leaving her aching for more. When more wasn’t forthcoming quickly enough, she wiggled her hips and implored, “Derrick, please, take me. You’re driving me nuts.”
    “I knew it wouldn’t take you long to succumb to your driving libido,” he said smugly as he pulled back and then pushed back in slowly.
    It was too much, she thought as she shoved her hips back at him, taking his thrusts eagerly now; her breath catching at the utter feeling of total possession. He had kept her on edge for too long, tormenting her senses with light touches and hard swats, keeping her orgasm just out of reach as his painful spankings and knowing hands drove her higher and higher. She shoved against him, her eyes open, watching herself being watched, silently begging him for more.
    When her writhing body wasn’t enough, she resorted to pleading, just as he wanted her to. “Derrick, please. If you don’t fuck me harder and touch my pussy, I’m going to scream from frustration. Please, make me come.”
    She was right where he wanted her, out of control and so needy she was begging for her release. His own climax was nearing; the sight of her ass taking his cock so eagerly; her cries of total and complete surrender, too much for his own self control.
    “Now, baby,” he ordered, his cock driving harder, deeper into her rectum while he slid down between her legs, his fingers slipping easily into her sopping, dripping cunt. The minute he touched her swollen bud she erupted, her silken walls grasping his fingers as tightly as her ass grasped his cock. She didn’t hold back her cries; the sound music to his ears as he drove her over the edge.
    Sasha was lost in a maelstrom of sensation. Her orgasm burst upon her in a heated explosion, enveloping her entire body, soaking her in pure, unadulterated pleasure. It went on forever, the invasion of his cock up her ass, his fingers moving quickly against her clit, the padded bench rubbing her nipples roughly as she slid against it with her jerking movements. One minute, her world was a kaleidoscope of colors, the next, it went black.
    Derrick pulled his spent cock from her ass, loving the way it still gripped him as if reluctant to release him. Sasha was still, her eyes closed, experiencing what was commonly called the ‘little death’. That he brought her to that made him feel both smug and possessive. Smug he had felt before, and often. Possessive, never.
    Lowering her hips, he pulled up his jeans before untying her hands. Grabbing some ice from the cooler, he rubbed the cold cubes over her face, rousing her. Her eyes opened slowly, the blue orbs filled with stunned awe.
    “Wow.”
    “Yeah.” Derrick ran more ice over her face and neck as she lay there calmly. He liked tending her, fucking her, spanking her and watching her sexuality blossom under his tutoring. A few weeks with him and she’d make an excellent sub. He was surprised at how badly he wanted more time with her. He had no trouble getting women who were experienced in the lifestyle he loved, eager to do his bidding. Why he wanted to saddle himself with an untutored, reluctant pupil who kept denying she wanted anything to do with submitting completely to him was beyond him. Maybe he simply needed a challenge for a change.
    Rising, he stared down at her. She was beautiful, sexy,