Deacon

I licked him lightly and let him make of that what he would.

“Good girl,” he muttered, then went back to feeding.

It got so good I couldn’t help it and again started desperately sucking his cock, pushing against my restraints in an ineffectual attempt to move my head up and down, my entire body tensing, preparing for the release he was building.

I lost his mouth again and I also lost his cock as he slid out from under me.

“No,” I whispered then felt the bed move and my body move as he tugged the ropes and I lost the room I gained when he moved from beneath me. Again I was immobile.

“Consequences,” he rumbled then I felt the crack of his hand on my ass.

I couldn’t jump, but I could moan, and I did.

It came again, the plug up my ass making my spanking infinitely better, scoring fire straight to my clit.

Then it came again and again until I was unsuccessfully rearing into each amazing blow.

“My Cassie likes a red ass,” he muttered.

“Yes.”

He slid his fingers rough between my legs.

“Yeah,” he growled. “Dripping.”

“More, baby,” I begged.

“No, woman, you worked me up, you take my cock now.”

I did not protest.

Slow and careful, he slid the plug out and I moaned when he did.

It was barely gone before he drove inside my pussy.

I whimpered.

Deacon fucked me and he did it hard.

Then I felt the crack of his hand on my thigh.

“Clutch my dick,” he ordered, still thrusting.

I tightened around him.

“That’s it, Cassie,” he groaned, wrapped his fingers around my hips and held my already stationary body more stationary as he drilled me.

I came first, crying out, my hands fisting, my toes curling, my body trembling.

Deacon moved to mounting me, curled around my body, hand in the bed, his other hand went between my legs, finger at my clit.

“Again,” he demanded.

“Okay,” I gasped, still coming.

He pressed and rolled and fucked me until I was making constant mews of pleasure I couldn’t even begin to stop.

“Oh God, fuck me, Deacon. Harder, baby.”

If I could have a coherent thought, I wouldn’t imagine he could do it.

He did.

I started keening.

“Red ass, bound fixed, hole oiled, takin’ my cock, best you ever had, Cassie?” he grunted.

“Best,” I moaned, “I ever,” I kept moaning. “Had.” I breathed then came, tensing so tight, I thought I would break apart.

Deacon lifted up, smacked my thigh again, and demanded raspingly, “Fuck yeah, Cassie, clutch my dick.”

I didn’t have to try; my pussy was doing it for me.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pounded deep, and then I heard his disjointed groan of release as he kept taking me.

I knew he was coming down when the thrusts gentled.

I knew he was done when he slid out.

I said nothing when I felt him leave the bed. Just stayed where I was because I had no choice, shivering happy shivers in the aftermath.

He came back and gently cleaned me with a warm cloth.

He left again.

I waited.

He returned and I felt his lips brush my ass and down my thigh. He bent low and kissed my sex. Then up on the other cheek of my ass.

I did the only thing I could do, stayed completely still and gloried in his tenderness.

I felt him position on his knees between my legs before I felt his hands roaming over my skin.

I sighed.

“You like this better than tied spread eagle?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” I answered quietly.

“Can you tell me why?”

“Saw a picture,” I whispered. “When I was seventeen. A woman in a magazine like this.”

His hands kept moving light and sweet over my skin.

“You liked it.”

“Yes.”

“I like it, too, baby. You right there like that for me, gorgeous.”

My insides warmed.

“The plug enough?”

I didn’t understand his question.

“Sorry?”

He slid his hands to my hips, one thumb moving out to rest against my anus.

“Took to your plug like your pussy takes my cock. Got that one. Got a bigger one.”

My thighs quivered.

He either sensed it or they did it visibly because he moved his hand, fingers whispering between my legs and I made a mew, it felt so hot, nice, and sweet.

“She wants more,” he muttered.

Suddenly, and for the first time, I felt not right.

“I’m not weird.”

The air in the room stilled before the bed moved and I felt his teeth sink into the tender cheek of my ass.

He must have lifted because his voice came from above as his hand cupped my sex and he said, “Nothin’ is weird.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

“You like a full ass while I play, that’s what you like. That’s it. It’s not weird.”

“Okay, Deacon.”

“You want it, Cassie, told you time and again, I’ll give it to you.”

“Thank you, honey.”

“Would love to keep you like this, make you wait, come back and play, but I want your arms around me for a while and then I want you to suck my dick vanilla.”

That got me another thigh quiver.

“You ready to be released?”

“Whatever you want, honey.”

That got me another brush of his lips across the cheek of my ass before he moved to release the bonds.

It took a bit to work the kinks out but I did this as Deacon adjusted the covers from under us to over us. I kept doing it, stretching and arching, while he pulled me into his arms.

Finally, I wrapped mine around him.

“You good with me bein’ here three weeks?” he asked when I was settled.

I was good with him being there forever. He might not know that, but he did know from the smile I gave him that morning that I was good for the three weeks.

“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to, Deacon Deacon,” I answered.

He chuckled.

I settled into the sound.

“You wanna know what all I bought you?” he went on.

He got me more?

I didn’t want to know. I wanted the surprise.

“Surprise me,” I told his chest.

“You got it,” he murmured, his hand sliding over my hip to my still heated ass. “This good?”

“Oh yeah.”

I heard the smile in his, “My Cassie likes to get spanked.”

I figured he could feel my smile against his chest but I said nothing.