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TWENTY-ONE

HARKIN

Show Me - Dean Raven

S he’s finally learning to be truthful and not push herself beyond her limits just to please me. It’s beautiful to watch her find that confidence and openness. Her body trembles against my touch. My fingers flex against the warm leather enclosed around her alluring throat. Using my hold, I walk her back until the edge of the swing pushes against her bare ass.

“Drop your panties and hand them to me,” I say, releasing her so she can shimmy out of the strings.

The strappy piece of fabric dangles from her outstretched finger. Snatching it, I can’t stop the deep inhalation I take of the soaked material before shoving it into my back pocket.

“Ready?” I ask, my hands gripping her hips.

She nods and reaches for the top leather straps of the swing, holding on tight as I lift and deposit her ass onto the seat. Her legs swing, laden down with her thick combat boots. Propping the right on my thigh, I quickly remove it and throw it out of the way before bending her leg and setting her foot in the stirrup. I do the same with the left and stand back to enjoy my view of her spread open and suspended for me.

The groan of footsteps on the catwalk outside hits my ears. I have a second to decide if this is something I’m willing to let others experience.

It’s not.

I hurry across the small space, fingers wrapping around the curtain before pulling it closed as a pair of eyes meet mine before disappearing behind the black fabric.

Not today, motherfucker. Not ever.

I spin on my heels back in her direction. Her soft chuckle muffled behind her dainty hand.

“Something funny, little one.” My tone is serious, even though I’m not.

“No, Sir,” she manages through a blinding smile.

My knees hit the floor with a thud in front of her, and that smile quickly disappears, replaced by a fire in her dark eyes.

“I want your hands in the loops, little one. If you take them out, you’ll owe me.”

“Owe you what?”

I bite the inside of her thigh at her indignant tone that slips free. “I guess you’ll find out when you don’t listen.”

With the flick of my tongue against her clit, I cut off her following argument. I won’t go easy on her; my earlier threat is at the front of my mind. I want her dripping and needy, writhing so hard against my face I can’t breathe in anything other than the scent of her.

Teasing her slit and probing into her tight canal gets me exactly what I want. When her thighs tighten around my head, I know the crash of her releases is coming. Her screams drown out the music's bass downstairs, adding to the sensual rhythm.

She’s managed to keep her hands tight in the loops, but I have a feeling she won’t be so strong with the next round. My fingers slip in and out of her cunt quickly. Scissoring to stretch her out.

“More,” she gasps, her head thrown back and eyes closed.

I pull out, slapping a firm hand against her glistening pussy. “What was that, little one?” I ask, voice low and menacing.

“Sorry. More, please.” She pauses, one eye peaking open down at me, before she follows up with a drawn-out, “Sir.”

My hand comes down twice in quick succession at her sass. That’s what tips her over. She lets go of the loops, covering herself from a third assault.

I rise from my position on the floor before her, barking a harsh, “Move your hands right now.”

She whimpers at my tone but pulls away slowly, knowing the punishment for moving her hands and covering herself isn’t worth it.

I click my tongue, stepping away from her. “Oh, little one. What are we going to do with you now.”

“Make me come,” she says, dripping with faked sweetness. The playful glint in her eyes only adds to it.

“Now, why the fuck would I let you do that?”

Her face scrunches while her tantalizing finger taps against her cheek. “Because you want to.”

“Is that so?”

She nods enthusiastically, resuming her position with her hands in the cuffs. Stepping back from where she waits, eagerness is written all over her face as I walk to the edge of the room. There’s a small panel in the wall that hasn’t been covered in mirrors. I shove against it and pop it free, revealing a velvet-lined compartment.

Rows of small instruments line the space. Clamps, cages, gags, and crops each have their spot. I trace my fingers across the different materials, from cool metal and smooth leather to the hard silicone of a ball gag, which I pluck from its hanger.

“You, little one, seem to have a lot to say tonight.”

The gag hangs from my hand when I spin back in her direction. Her eyes go wide, and she tries to shrink away. But that’s the problem with being enclosed and suspended. There’s nowhere for her to go.

“Lean forward and open that pretty little mouth for me so we can shut you up.”

She does as I ask, but I can see the fight brewing in her eyes. She’s not quick enough to tell me off because the gag’s in place and buckled behind her head in seconds.

“Much better. So fucking beautiful.”

She answers me with an aggrieved snort but slumps back and waits. My hands wander up her shins and back down her thighs to the valley between her legs. A quick swipe against her clit is all she gets before I continue up her quivering stomach, pausing to tweak her firm nipples.

Her shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, the mesh fabric clinging to the swell of her breast and her tight pierced nipples. I still wish I could rip it from her body and expose her bare, silky flesh. I trace the leather straps that crisscross her chest and lead up to the leather collar around her neck. I loop my finger through the metal ring and use it to jerk her forward.

“I like this on you. I think we need to discuss getting you collared permanently.”

Her eyes light with eager excitement, and my chest warms, knowing she wants that just as much as I do. But that won’t be happening here tonight. What will is more depraved and delicious.

“Pull hard on the loops for me.”

She yanks down against the cords, letting free a muffled squeak of surprise when her body reclines further back.

“Now relax and let go.”

Arms dropping from above, she rests them on her bent knees. There isn’t much space to adjust, but she uses what she has to push against them and open herself even further.

“Fucking hell,” I groan out, licking and biting my bottom lip.

Her pussy is swollen and red, glistening from my earlier attention. But it’s not nearly enough, and I want another taste.

“Fuck yourself. Show me how much your body wants me inside you.”

As her hand moves south, she slowly traces a thin path against her skin that my eyes lock onto like a missile. She rubs lazy circles on her clit, and her toes point in the stirrups, a sign of her rising pleasure. I don’t stop her from working herself up. The picture of her teasing herself and the muffled whimpers against the gag have my cock throbbing and begging to be the cause of them instead. But not giving in to my need will be worth it when I sink my cock into her.

Her fingers dip lower, pressing into her entrance without any resistance. She fucks herself deep and slow. A crimson flush blooms across her cheeks and down her chest as she pulls them free from her cunt and holds them up on display for me. Her arousal coats her digits and drips down toward her wrist.

I step into her, gripping the chains of the front of the swing, and bring her extended fingers to my lips, sucking off every last drop. My cock glides up and down her warm cunt as I rock the swing back and forth.

Her wet warmth drags an animalistic growl from deep inside me. It’s ready to break free and claim its prize. I shift my hips and wait for the swing to return before I’m impaling her down onto my cock in one swift thrust. She cries out behind the gag, a beautiful melody adding to the rhythm of slapping skin.

“That’s it, little one. Scream all you want; they can’t hear you,” I taunt, balls deep into her warm cunt.

She’s pulsing around me, coating me in her slick desire, so close to the edge from all the teasing. I drop the chains and grip her hip creases, giving me a better hold to drive into her harder and at a punishing pace. Her feet kick the stirrups free, wrapping around my waist and giving her purchase to buck against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Come for me. Now.”

On command, she explodes as my cock hits that deep spot one last time. I enjoy the feeling of her pussy contracting against my cock, trying to coax me into joining her. Steeling my spine, I hold off my own orgasm for the next round.

I draw out slowly, still hard, and perfectly coated in her essence. She’s relaxed, eyes glassy as her pleasure wanes slowly, and the afterglow takes hold. Her legs dangle toward the ground, but she’s supported and safe.

Stepping back to the hidden compartment, I reach for an individual bottle of lube, plucking it free.

I take in her satisfied form, finally quiet and fulfilled. But we’re not done yet.

Leaning over, I lift her head, undoing the prongs of the buckle on the gag before pulling it gently from her stretched mouth and letting it fall to the floor behind us. She works her jaw back and forth, no doubt loosening the strain from keeping the same position before her lips close. Her gaze meets mine expectantly.

“Time to switch positions.”

My hold tightens on her hips, stealing her body from the warm leather cocoon. Her skin drags against mine until her feet hit the floor. Her knees give, but my arm around her waist is more than enough support.

“You’re going to turn around and bed over the swing. Then stick that pretty little ass out for me to fuck, aren’t you?”

Her eyes search mine for a moment; the question might be formed like a statement, but she knows the option’s hers.

Turning on her heels, she bends over the swing, chest flush with the hammock and hands gripping the back chains. She looks over her shoulder, giving me the sassiest little smirk.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Someone recovered quickly. Let’s see if you keep that sass with your ass stuffed full.”

The click of the lube cap steals her attention, but her shoulders deflate, releasing the tension budding there. I coat two fingers generously and drip a stream between her full cheeks. Teasing my fingers through it relaxes her muscles even further.

“Nothing we haven’t done before, sweetness. Relax for me and let me in,” I soothe and rub the tight ring of muscle.

I slowly push a single finger in when she does, letting her adjust to the new sensation. Adding a second, her hips start rocking against me, searching for more. I remove my fingers, and she whines in protest at the emptiness.

“Hush, you’ll get all you want and more.”

Lining my cock up, I hold on to her hips tightly, giving myself an anchor to control my budding desire to slam in balls deep.

“Fuck.” I suck in when the tip pushes in, and she clenches around me, strangling my cock. I pause and draw in a deep breath.

The little minx isn’t having my slow approach. Her hips jerk back, taking half of me in one swift go before sliding herself back off.

“I thought you said you were going to fuck my ass. Feels a lot more like I’m fucking you,” she taunts, voice drawn low.

My fingers wrap around her sleek ponytail and yank her back to meet my chest. Her squeal of surprise is music to my ears. “I ungag you, and you’re no longer my good girl, huh?” Fingers pulling tighter around her hair, I tilt her head back further to expose her throat. “Guess I’ll just have to treat you like the dirty little cum slut you are.” My hips drive forward, burying my cock deep to make my point.

Her strangled cries fill the room, spurring me on. My lips skate down the delicate column of her neck while my hips keep time with a brutal pace, bottoming out every time. I dig my teeth into the sensitive juncture of her neck and shoulder, sucking to soothe the sting slightly before continuing the same ministrations back up.

“Tell me, little one,” I whisper when my lips skim her ear lobe. “Are you still fucking me?”

“No, Sir,” she pants, like a bitch in heat, tone dripping with pure sexual desire.

“Are you ready for my cum up your tight little ass?”

“Yes, please. I want it!”

“Mm, as you wish.”

My fingers release from her hair, shoving her head down into the swing, giving me leverage to slam against her without pushing her body away as she relaxes against the leather.

The sound of our flesh beating against each other drowns out the whomping of blood rushing in my ears.

“Reach back and play with your clit. You’re going to come with me, do you understand?”

Her hand moves, but the words don’t come.

“Little one.”

“Yes, Sir. I underst—” But she never finishes that sentence, and I know her hand’s between her thighs rubbing desperately because her ass tightens, constricting around me.

“Fuckkkk!” I roar. My cock swells and empties into her ass, my entire body going rigid against her until the last drop spills free.

With each steading breath, my chest heaves to settle my soul back into place. When I pull free of her tight hole, her asshole coats with leaking cum.

“Don’t let it out, little one. Or you’ll be a mess the entire ride home.”

Whimpering, she comes back to me, limbs still shaking but tightening at my command. “Shh, you did so good for me, baby. We’re going to get you dressed and out of here. Can you stand for me?”

She gives me a slight nod and arches up from her bent-over position, swaying slightly when she’s back upright. Getting her taken care of and wrapped in my buttoned-up suit jacket doesn't take long. I dress at record speed as she leans heavily against the railing outside the room. I’m not concerned with anyone bothering her in her current state—well fucked, satisfied, and still clenching to keep my cum from sliding free.