When I wake up the next morning, I have three separate problems.
The first one (let’s call it Problem A) is that I can’t find my panties. I had them on last night, you know? When I went over to Trevor’s room to tie him up and sit on his face. But now they are gone. So of course that means they are probably sitting somewhere in Trevor’s bedroom as we speak. This is stressing me out for two reason (Problem A is complex, try to keep up): First is that this is fucking Trevor, right? And we know he is gonna use those panties to punish me somehow. Second is that these panties are… odd. They are not some sexy black thongs, but a white cotton little thing with “Fill me up, daddy” written across the ass.
It was a joke, ok? Me and Annie got a couple of these as gag gifts to each other last year. They are comfortable as fuck, so I wear them often. And since my plan was to undress before I tied Trevor up (so in case he accidentally woke up I’d already be naked) I did not care one bit about what underwear I had on.
Alas… as fate would have it… that’s the one I had on.
So that’s Problem A.
Problem B is that I don’t think Trevor masturbated last night.
You know when you’re ravenously hungry and suddenly it seems like you can smell the spices of whatever your neighbour is cooking three floors above you?
Sex is like that.
Appetite hightens your senses.
Going hungry makes a man move around like a carnivore with a pussy-based diet.
As soon as Trevor sees me that morning his eyes lock on me like a crocodile. Slow and steady. Watching me without moving his head. He is several feet away and yet he stares at me like he can smell the inside of my thighs.
Hungry.
I left him last night with his cock still hard. I never helped him cum and by the way he looks at me I don’t think he masturbated either.
This is an issue because history taught us that Trevor never goes hungry for long and we are surrounded by family: His dad already knows of our past indiscretions and his brother is suspicious. So I need to be extra careful.
Problem C is gonna be longer. Just watch closely.
“We have plans for today” Natalie announces as soon as I sit with her.
“Unless your plans involve a day at the beach, you can count me out”
“We already did that yesterday! Today, we’re going on an adventure”
Last time Natalie convinced us to go on an adventure, it was for an (allegedly) easy 2 hour hike to the Emerald Lake during our family vacation to Argentina. Why get a guide? Natalie said. We can go by ourselves, Natalie said. It will be an adventure, Natalie said.
I like hiking.
I hike plenty.
But getting to the Emerald Lake wasn’t a hike. It was more like being trapped in one of those japanese shows where you gotta run through spinning obstacles while a guy dressed as charmander tries to trip you with a huge stick.
It involved a lot of mud.
A lot of swamp.
A lot of climbing through mud.
You know what’s worst than having to go through a vertical swamp? Having to go through a vertical swamp without a guide.
We did half the journey on our hands and feet after we kissed our dignities goodbye.
My idea of an adventure is a well organised day outdoors, with a moderate challenge I am aware I can handle.
Annie’s idea of an adventure is going for a quick shopping spree at a new city.
Nat’s idea of an adventure is something that is very likely to get us killed.
“Have fun on your adventure” I say “I’ll stay behind so we’ll have someone to call Search & Rescue”
“Relax, Tessa! We’re just going to the next town over. We’ll see the city, go for a dive on the reefs… end the day having a drink on a hotel’s rooftop pool with a little surprise!”
“Ok, that doesn’t sound bad”
“We have some rental cars. Ryan is riding with us and I saved a spot for you” she winks.
Ok, that sounds bad.
“Or…?” I ask.
“I’m not sure. I think Trevor got a separate car. You could go with him”
Ok, that sounds worse.
I don’t think Trevor would fuck me while driving. But… no, what am I saying? Trevor would definitely fuck me while driving.
“No, please don’t!” says this blond woman with a beautiful revealing cleavage and some of the most intense blue eyes I have ever seen.
“Excuse me?” I forgot her name. She is one of the bridesmaids… I think she and Nat work together? I’m not sure. I was considering secretely putting a vibrator in my pussy when we were introduced.
“Please don’t ask to go with Trevor” she insists with a very telling smile.
It’s the sisterhood smile, you know? When you’re in a bathroom and you desperately need a tampon, so you look to a woman you don’t know with a smile that says a please, I know you understand, so help a sister out.
Only now, instead of a tampon, Blond wants a Trevor.
“Oh right!” Nat says, with a cheeky smile “Lana has a thing for Trev” she laughs.
A thing? What thing? No, no. There will be no thing.
“A thing?” it’s Annie’s turn to make fun of her “More like THE thing. I’ve never seen you want a guy this bad, Lana!”
Well, she’s gonna have to want something else.
“No” the word slips on my tongue and three women look at me “No…” I try to fix it with a smile “I mean, why? Trevor is…” mine “Horrible!”
“Don’t listen to Tess, she hates Trevor. She thinks he’s like the antichrist or something, because he owns a gun”.
“He’s no good, Lana, trust me” I say.
“It’s ok, it’s not like I want a relationship with him” she has a little smirk “I just want to get some, you know?”
Yeah, I know.
Believe me, I know.
I stare at her with a rancid smile.
“He is so hot” Lana adds with her pretty blue eyes “That body. And those tattoos”
“I think they’re tacky” I shrug.
“You are so bitter, Tess” Annie laughs, checking our surrounding to make sure we’re alone “Trevor is crazy hot. If he wasn’t pretty much our brother, I’d do him”
My throat shuts down so hard that when I try to gulp my saliva is just stuck somewhere in there.
“Right?” Lana says with a dreamy sigh “I don’t care if he is a bad boy, I just want some of that in me”
Nat and Annie break out laughing. I try to pretend to follow, but I’m not happy. I’m just pissed.
I have to take a deep breath. I can show NO signs of jealousy cause if I do, fucking Trevor will have a field day.
We go back to our rooms to pack for the day before heading to the parking lot where a row of parked cars are waiting for us.
And… there is Trevor. Looking like bliss. He has a summer vibe thing going on that fits him wonderfully. I only ever saw him with casual stay-in clothes, but that v-neck tight shirt is hugging him like it wants to lick his muscles, and I wouldn’t judge the shirt for wanting that, you know? Sounds like a smart shirt.
His new tattoo is beautiful and it does draw attention to his large, veiny, forearm… which is all kinds of good. His arms are thick enough to make any straight woman pant. And he has a hunger in his eyes that drive chills down my spine.
Fuck.
I walk by him and he moves his head, following me. Quietly smelling my hair, like I’m what’s for supper.
He’ll fuck me while he is driving.
Remember how I wasn’t sure?
That was before.
Now he is smelling me like that and licking his lips… he’s definitely gonna fuck me while driving.
Nat, however, has different plans and decided I am to ride with her, her fiancé Peter and their friend… Ryan.
Trevor clenches his jaw as soon as he hears this, but if he had plans to interfere, he took one look at his dad’s face and quietly gave up. So off to Playa del Carmen we go. On separate cars. With, as it seems, separate dates.
I don’t remember which of my lovely sisters told Ryan I said he was the best sex I ever had, but I should really thank them. This was sarcasm, couldn’t you tell? I’m pretty sure I didn’t even name Ryan. I said my best sex was my first time, right? You can vouch for me. But it doesn’t matter. One of my sisters lied and Ryan believed them.
Ryan really believed them.
He low key hits on me all the way to Playa del Carmen so by the time we get there he is already high key hitting on me. Shamelessly high key flirting. Like the key is so high that if you drop it will burn out on re-entry.
He’s touching my hair, going for a kiss on the cheek. He went as far as to call me baby once and that’s not gonna play well with my possessive Trev.
That is IF he is still my possessive Trev. After the long intimate ride here, he might be Lana’s possessive Trev.
I don’t know for sure and there is no way to confirm it because between Ryan wanting my attention, Lana wanting his and his dad always making sure we are very far apart, I don’t even talk to Trevor all day.
I think he asked me “what is this?” at one point and I said “A shell bracelet”, and that was it.
The day is fine when we walk around town.
The day is a little less fine when we go for a swim on the reefs and Trevor goes shirtless. The man is hot. Steaming, smoking, burning… surface of the Sun levels of hot. Even before I met him, if I was told to close my eyes and picture a hot guy, he’d have Trev’s body. That chest makes me lick my lips unintentionally. The muscles covered by just the right amount of dark hair. Those sweet smooth abs. The small line of dark hair under his belly button disappearing into his shorts. And now I’m staring at his cock. My vagina wants to cry. I spent last night riding his face, I should have been riding his chest.
The day gets much worst when we make our way back to town for some ice cream, before heading to the hotel. Trevor’s hair is still wet and he looks so fucking cozy. It’s easier when he just looked like a hot guy I wanted to fuck instead of a comfy guy I wanted to date, you know?
You’re not worthless, you’re priceless.
I remember his soft words whispered in my ear when he’d take care of me after a night of rough sex. God, I loved that aftercare. I loved the hugs and the cuddling.
Fuck.
What the fuck do I do?
“Uh… Tess?” Annie holds my arm and I snap awake “What are you staring at?”
Trevor’s penis.
I’ve been staring at Trevor’s penis.
And by the smile on his face, he noticed.
“Nothing, just lost in a thought” I say.
“Yeah?” he comes closer “What thought?”
“She was probably judging your tattoos” Annie laughs “Tess doesn’t like tattoos”
What is it with little sisters having such loose lips?
“Really?” Trevor has a sadistic grin.
“She said they’re tacky” Annie rolls her eyes making fun of me and I stare at her trying to decide on how many parts I’ll need to chop off her body after I kill her.
“She said that?” Trevor smiles, staring at me like he is considering what he can use to spank me with that I won’t enjoy.
“Yeah, but don’t mind her. She can be bit…”
“Annie, why don’t you be quiet now?” I say and she shuts her own mouth with a smile.
“I think they look really good” Lana says and shut up, Lana, nobody asked.
She also feels the tattoo on his arm like… why? Right? WHY do people need to check tattoos with their fingers? Two years ago, it was the same thing in our pool party. Is that why guys get tattoos? So women will use it as an excuse to touch them? Cause honestly… I can’t even. Just look at them, Lana. With your eyes. From a distance.
I roll my eyes so fucking hard into my skull that even my body tilts and I end up getting some ice cream on my tits. It’s not that big of a deal, it was just a bit, so I scoop it out with my finger to clean my cleavage and here’s where it happens. Problem C. You ready?
Ryan. Wonderful Ryan with his high-up-in-the-heavens key level of flirting thinks it will be a good idea to lick my finger clean.
No, he did not ask.
No, I did not suggest he should.
As soon as I was looking for a napkin, nasty Ryan just said “Here, I got it” and shoved my finger in his mouth.
Annie raises her eyebrows to the rest of the party like she is encouraging me and him to get a room and Trevor turns into 150 shades of red.
“Strawberry” Ryan says “Is that the ice cream or does your skin just taste like that, baby?”
Trevor shakes.
Visibly.
There will be no hiding.
There will be no covering this up.
His face is purple. His teeth are clenched. His nostrils make it look like he is a pitbull about to attack. For a split second I am afraid he might punch Ryan. Instead he grabs my wrist as hard as he does when he’s trying to keep me still in bed.
“Excuse us” he says and waits for no one’s permission before literally towing me away until he are in some back ally far away from sight.
“Trevor, everyone is gonna notice now! Did you lose your mind?”
“Yeah, Tessa, I lost my mind” he growls, pushing me up against the wall with so much testosterone it turns me on a little bit. Yeah, I’m a whore, surprise surprise. “I lost my fucking mind” he says “Are you doing this on purpose?”
“Are you talking about the panties? That was an accident”
He snaps back looking confused as hell.
“What panties?”
Oh, he didn’t find them.
“Nevermind”
“No, no. You tell me. Right the fuck now”
“I accidentally left my panties behind…
“… With Ryan?” he widens his eyes and I think he wants to spank me now.
“With you, you moron. Last night”
“Oh”.
“Oh” I make fun of him.
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
“I just said accidentally. Do you need a dictionary?”
“Not the panties, Tessa” he leans in to the point where his nose is almost touching mine. I think he might bite me. I think I might let him “Everything else. Are you doing it on purpose so I’ll hate fuck you? Cause you can stop, I’m already there”
“Pray, tell, what is it you think I am doing to piss you off? Existing?”
“You broke into my room…
“You gave me a key”
“… to tie me up and sit on my face”
“You enjoyed that.
“Yes… thoroughly” his eyelids drop a little “But then you say my tattoos are tacky…”
“It wasn’t like that”
“And you’re hitting on Ryan? What the fuck is up with that?”
“Like you’re not hitting on Lana”
“Is that what this is about?”
“No! I…” I sigh, feeling the frustration quickly become something warm and ticklish between my thighs “Not that it’s any of your business, but I am not hitting on Ryan”
“HE WAS LICKING ICE CREAM OFF YOUR TITS, TESSA”
“HE WAS NOT”
“He was just…” he holds my hand (the one still holding the ice cream) and forces it into my cleavage just enough to get some ice cream in there. “He was doing this” he growls with grinded teeth. He sink a finger between my tits and scoops out some of it and I think he was about to lick it in a fit of rage to show me what Ryan did, but… he freezes.
He is gulping. I can see his adam’s apple go up and down as he stares at his finger covered in tit ice cream. And then he stares at the actual tits.
His breathing gets hard and shallow. His body pressing me against the wall becomes more urgent.
His finger is still hovering between our lips and since he won’t move, I decide I should.
“What? You’re upset he did this?” I lick his finger like I’m giving him head.
Ryan’s move was tame and prude compared to mine. I suck on Trev’s finger, pressing my lips around it as I move it out of my mouth and then I bring it back in for another suck even though the ice cream is long gone. I push it up against my inner cheek so he makes it pop out like a cock fucking my mouth would do
He presses his nose against my cheek like he wants to fuck me with it. Caressing my tongue and my lips with his now moist finger.
“At least he was man enough to do it” I tease and he chokes me.
His hand is large and tight around my neck.
“Fucking whore”
“Yes” I show him teeth in my aggressive atitude.
He is so handsome even from a distance. Up close like this he’s irresistable. He smells so good and I’m sure he tastes even better.
You’re not worthless, you’re priceless.
Please, stay the night, Tess. Let me take care of you.
Yeah, take care of me, baby. In every way you know how.
“Kiss me” I say.
He is so close I can feel the warmth of his lips on mine. His fingers are sinking so deep into my neck I feel it hurting.
There are tremors in his jaw, like kissing me is all he wants and all he is afraid to want, at the same time. His dream. His nightmare. His only redemption and his worst trauma.
“Kiss me, Trev” I whisper. I need to taste him. I should have kissed him yesterday. Why didn’t I?
He leans so close his forehead is pressed against mine.
“No” his voice sounds harsh. Like he is fighting his own inner demons, trying to overcome traumas I never knew existed.
He lowers his head all the way to my tits and licks the ice cream right off my skin. I called it, didn’t I? Trevor never stays hungry too long.
His tongue feels like electricity. Long licks sending shivers all over my body until my cleavage is clean, but he shows no signs of stopping. I moan losing senses in my arms so fast that I drop the ice cream to the floor. Fuck it. Who needs ice cream? I need Trevor’s tongue and that’s it.
And a kiss.
I could really use a kiss.
I run my hands through his hair while he keeps me pinned to the wall, licking me like an animal, sucking on whatever parts of my tits are available to him with such intensity that I know he’ll leave a hicky. And suddenly just the licking isn’t enough anymore. If sex was an animal, it would be one of those octopus that might even eat you through its mouth, but first it will grab you and feel you through its limbs. Sex is a beast that requires touch to feed its hunger, so Trevor grabs my waist and tits like an octopus. Trying to eat me up through every part of his body.
And then something changes.
He is still pinning me, licking me, grabbing me. But the way he is doing those things… changed.
His lips travel from my cleavage up to my neck, giving me wet kisses until I start to pant like I ran all the way to Playa del Carmen by foot.
His touch on my waist and tits feel more intimate. Not just rough, violent and sexual like he wants to punish me and fuck me… and then punish me again, just for kicks.
No… it changed.
It feels more careful even though it’s still just as intense. It feels like we’re a new couple just making out. It’s raw. Casual. Comfortable. He nibbles on my jaw making me feel his warm smile as he kisses me and I push him closer, scratching his muscles. Feeling his tattoos with my own hands.
“Kiss me” I moan. I beg.
“No” he says again with his lips still on my neck “You left me” his voice falters.
“You mean yesterday? I… what? When?” I can’t think straight. I can never think straight when he is this close.
“I don’t know” he growls “You’ve left me so many times, I lost count”
“Trevor, don’t…”
He chokes me again, so suddenly I can’t finish my sentence.
His lips are right on top of mine. Almost kissing me. Almost.
“Shut up, you fucking cunt. You speak when I say you can s…”
The noise startles us both and Trevor sets me free half a second before his brother shows up in the alley.
“Hey, are you guys ok?” he seems suspicious.
Strike two.
Trevor’s dad already knows about is and it doesn’t look like Leo is far off.
“Yeah” I say “Just uh… paying a bet”
“A bet?” Leo asks and Trevor immediately looks at me with furrowed brows like he is curious as fuck to know where am I gonna go with this.
“Yeah” I nod, staring at Trev for support but he just smirks like he is saying nah, babygirl, you’re on your own with this one “We took a bet on the… uh… Raiders. And Trevor still needed to pay me back, but we didn’t want my mom to know cause she doesn’t support… the Raiders. Or gambling”
Trevor has his arms crossed while he attentively listens to my made up explanation and tries not to burst out laughing.
“Ah, I see” Leo still looks confused like he really doesn’t believe me but has no option other than agree. I think I’m out of the woods when Trevor goes:
“What was the score again?”
“What?” I growl to him while the fucking asshole keeps a perfectly straight face.
“The Raider’s game. What was the score again?”
“I just showed you… anyway…” I panic and clap my hands “We should head back to Cancun, right?”
“Yeah” Leo says, squinting his eyes to the both of us “I’ll drive with you, Trev”
He smiles to his brother with a “we’re right behind you” and as soon as Leo is gone, I slap Trevor’s chest.
“You could have helped me”
“Babygirl, you were so far beyond help, I can’t even…”
“I needed help”
“Yes, that much was clear. A bet? Raiders?”
“That’s all I could think of”
“How about Hey, Leo, yeah, everything is fine, we’ll be right there?”
“I panicked, alright?”
He has a little smile like he is finding me so adorable he could bite me.
“We should go before we raise any more suspicions”
“Mhm. Hey, Tess, what does your mom have against the Raiders?” he laughs.
“Shut up, Trevor”
“Hey Tess, what sport do the Raiders play?”
“Shut up, Trevor”
He doesn’t. He laughs all the way to the parking lot and only stops when we join everyone else and Ryan opens his arms saying he missed me. Then Trevor stops laughing and it’s like all the happiness has been drained from the world.
He looks bitter. He sounds bitter. He talks bitter.
I don’t have to endure it for long because he rides with Leo and Lana while I go with Ryan and company.
We get back to our hotel and Ryan has an arm over my shoulder as we walk into the lounge and I think Trevor tried to get my attention, but Leo holds him up.
That’s when I think of something…
The panties.
He never found them.
They are still in his room somewhere… I have his keys and a head-start.
I get rid of Ryan before he can invite me for a drink for the tenth time and run straight to Trevor’s bedroom.
I look around and I can’t see it.
Maybe he kicked it under the bed by accident?
I need to get it and get lost before he gets here otherwise he 1- Won’t let me keep my panties and 2 – will probably fuck me. And while I do think thing 2 would be great, I’m not looking forward to thing 1.
I look under the sheets and under the bed and… There is is! In a tight space right under the dresser. I reach in. I grab it. I pull it.
…
It doesn’t come.
Rather: my arm doesn’t come.
No.
My bracelet is stuck.
You see… the dresser is bolted to the wall and there are some screws or something behind it. I try to pull my hand again but the bracelet doesn’t seem to give. I pull harder and it hurts me, like the damn thing is ready to flay me before letting me go free.
I am on my knees already and if I try to use my other hand to assist me, I’ll have to drop my face to the floor and then the position would be even worst.
I pull again and again.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
I’m actually stuck.
Under a dresser.
Bent over.
Wearing a bikini and very little clothes.
It’s just a matter of time until…
I hear the door closing and I am too embarrassed to even look around.
Trevor doesn’t move.
“Uh… Tessa?”
“Yeah” I say in the most defeated voice ever.
“What is happening?”
“Oh my God” I whimper, ashamed.
“Is this a joke?”
“No. I need help.”
“Are you… stuck?” I can see his smile. I am not even facing him, but I swear I can picture it perfectly. I can feel it under my skin and I can hear it in his tone.
“Yes. Can you just…? Help?”
“You can’t get up… from under the dresser? Did you handcuff yourself or something?”
“Trevor. Shut up and help me. This isn’t a sexy joke. Just help me”
“I feel like I should ask for something in return. Or at least hit play on some trashy soundtrack”
“Fight the urge to do that, hm?” I pull my hand again and no luck again.
“How the fuck did you get stuck under there?” He kneels behind me turning on the flashlight on his phone so he can see it better.
“I think it’s my bracelet”
“Yeah… I don’t know what to…” he moves his hands around my body like he is trying to help but honestly has no idea how to do that without bursting into laughter.
“This is the time you choose to be coy? Just grab whatever and help me pull” I am so frustrated I try to pull my hand repeatedly, but that makes my body move slamming my ass against Trev.
He should be helping me get out, instead he slides his thumbs up my thighs, pushing the tiny beach skirt out of my ass. His deep breath sounds like a moan.
“What are you doing?” I can’t stop him, cause my only free hand is currently being used for support.
“I’m starting to understand the appeal of this situation” he grins.
“Trevor, no”
“Is it hurting?” He checks my wrist.
“No, but that’s not the point”
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He doesn’t sound like he is listening anymore “Remember when you came over and wouldn’t untie me, babygirl? Remember how I said you were gonna regret it?”
“Trevor, stop. Your dad and brother are already suspecting something is up”
“They aren’t here though. No one is here. I could do whatever the fuck I want to you”
He keeps on grabbing my ass, rubbing himself against it.
“I just had to come up with a stupid lie to your brother because you couldn’t calm down and had to grab me to the sides. So excuse me if I…”
“Do you know how to tap out?”
“What? Yes. But what does that have to do with anything?”
“Tap out” I hear his zipper. I feel his cock.
“WHY? What does that have to do with…”
The belt.
He hits me hard with it, making it sting on my skin, turning my words into whimpers.
Don’t get me wrong: I like the pain. I love it.
But it still hurts.
My eyes are rolling back when he puts his mouth over my ear with that sweet sadistic tone of his.
“Did you not hear me, cunt? I said: tap out”
He breathes over my skin, running his nose slightly on my body.
And… We think a lot about things that turn us on:
The parts of his body, the thickness of his cock, the veins on his forearms.
The dominant attitudes, his voice, his words. His perfume.
The movement of his hips, the rhythm, the strength.
And I’m sure men think a lot about women as well. Our bodies, our words, our moves, our behaviour.
But there is one thing I never hear anyone talking about: The breathing.
Sure, we talk about moans and growls. That’s not what I mean.
I mean actual breathing as a turn on.
Pay attention. Right now.
Trevor is behind me and I can’t really see him. I can only feel his warmth and his intention.
I can hear him breathing.
Deep. Heavy. Hesitant. As if he is so horny that breathing itself hurts. So horny that anything that isn’t fucking me, hurts.
Breathing in through his nose, smelling the scent of my skin so desperately that I can feel the air moving.
Breathing out through his mouth, unintentionally blowing his warm breath through his teeth and straight on to my goosebumps.
Trevor breathes like he wants to fuck my ass and isn’t sure he is able to stop himself.
I obey him and show I know how to tap out.
“Good girl”
He reaches for something in the nightstand…
“Here” he shows me a gag “Open your mouth”
“What? Trev-“
He grabs my neck and forces my mouth open.
“If you tap out, I’ll stop” he instructs me as he gags me “Cause I’m gonna fuck you quiet for once”
I give up my support for a little bit just so I can reach the skirt and cover my ass, but he doesn’t let me. I got one arm held hostage by the dresser, my knees are on the floor and my forehead is against the wooden floor while my only free hand tries to grant my ass some dignity.
“No, no”
I am using all my strength to try to cover myself with the skirt but Trevor barely has to put a couple of fingers around my wrist to completely destroy my efforts.
“I’m gonna take this hole here” he fingers my slit. He doesn’t shove his fingers in, he just glides them around the rim “And then I’m gonna take this hole here” he travels the distante to my ass and as soon as his touch reaches me there I jump up a bit. Like he was shocking me.
“Tell me, Tessie, did anybody but me have your ass?”
The gag is a plastic ball of some kind and I bite into it.
I nod yes.
“Yeah? You gave your ass to someone else?” he caresses my ass cheek like he is charging a fucking spank “Who did you give it t-“ he chokes. The breathing. He breathes in like he is ready to spank me, cane me and whip me “Did you give your fucking ass to Ryan?”
I didn’t.
But I’m a hopeless brat.
I nod yes.
And here it comes: he doesn’t even use the belt. Trevor spanks my ass so hard I almost hit my head against the dresser.
“Are you fucking me right now?”
I shake my head no.
“You gave your fucking ass to that fucking moron?” another spank “What the fuck were you even…” and another.
God, I love this burn.
I love it. I love it IloveitIloveitIloveit.
I love when it burns so much that it starts to tickle.
He chokes me with his finger rimming my ass.
“How dare you? This…” he rims my ass so hard his finger is almost poking in, I squirm at his touch but this position has no give “… is not yours to give. Your ass is mine. Your pussy is mine. Your tits are mine. Your mouth is very mine”
He lowers my bikini and I feel his tip on my pussy.
“If you wanna give any of your holes away, you gotta ask daddy for permission. And you know what daddy would say?” he is biting his words so fucking furiously I can feel him drooling on me “He would say fuck, no. Cause daddy doesn’t share”
He sinks his cock in my pussy all the way to the balls. I gasp with the plastic ball in my mouth, feeling my saliva dripping around it.
Yes.
God, yes.
Trevor fucks me hard and if I wasn’t gagged, I’d be fucking smiling, licking my lips like a good whore.
“Yes” he says “God, yes”. My words exactly, daddy.
Then he moans. Loud.
If testosterone could speak, it would moan like Trevor does.
His cock feels delicious, but it’s his moaning that gives me goosebumps that won’t go away. And this isn’t some poetic exaggeration. I have literal goosebumps and they are literally not going away. They just last and last, making my body even more sensitive to his warm breath.
I think he planned on punishing me, but he is so horny he got lost in his own pleasure.
Perfectly fine by me.
I wanna ask him to go harder, stronger… but all my attempts turn into muffled moans. I was never gagged like this before. It gives a whole different level to being subject to his will. Bondage makes you physically vulnerable to his needs, but being gagged means you can’t even ask for what you want.
I guess I didn’t need to ask, though. Cause he does thrust harder. Stronger.
Yes. God, yes.
His hands on my ass trying to keep me steady soon get far too greedy to stay in place. They travel up, pushing my shirt and my bikini top out of the way. He plays with my nipples for a couple of seconds before pulling my free arm back.
Then I fall with my face to the floor.
My tits scratching on the wooden floor.
Trevor grabs my hair on one hand and my free elbow on the other and fuck me like is riding me. He holds my arm on my back and arch my body forward because… I have to confess… scratching my nipples on the cold floor like this is hurting in that wonderful way.
“Fuck. Do you need to tap out?” he seems to remember the arm he is keeping hostage is the only one I have to safe word. That makes one of us, cause there is nothing further from my mind right now than safe wording this.
“Baby, I’m sorry. You need to tap out?” he sounds so sweet, letting go of my arm like that. He caresses my back so gently. His cock still has no mercy, but his hands are kind and loving. I wanna cry and cum at the same time. How does he keep doing this? Make you feel loved while making you feel like the cheapest whore in the nastiest brothel.
I can’t answer so I just push my arm back for him to hold. I do it ostensively and he laughs.
“I keep forgetting how rough you like it” he lick his own words before losing himself in a moan that brings me to the edge of my orgasm “Don’t you fucking dare make me cum” he says “I’m gonna fuck your ass before I’m done”.
Well, that was his plan. But as orgasms takes over my body like a fucking spear ripping me apart, my moans get too loud. I shake and arch my back. I am drooling over the gag all the way to the floor and Trevor can’t hold it in anymore. He’s been wanting this since last night. He’s been wanting this for the past two years.
His moan changes and I can hear him cumming. I feel the warmth in my pussy as I drop my whole body, giving up on anything that doesn’t involve listening to him. His moan. His breathing.
He takes a second to breath before putting his arm under the dresser. He holds on to my bracelet really tight and pulls it until it cracks.
“Sorry” he shrugs, but there was no other way. I lean back against his chest massaging my hurt wrist before he take it in his hands to massage it himself “Is it hurting?” he covers it with little kisses.
“No” I say, sounding needy as fuck.
“Good” he replies back in the same tone and pulls me into his arms.
We stay like that, on the floor, for long minutes that always feel too short when we are together. Very slowly it dawns on me:
“We should make a deal” I whisper.
“Hm?”
“We can’t keep doing this, but we’re not able to stop”
“I’m not sure I like where this is going” he sighs.
“I wanna offer a deal”
“What’s the deal?”
“We need to have sex…”
“Deal”
“Trevor” I pinch him and he kisses my forehead “We need to have sex to get it out of our system so we can get over this thing we have and move on. Before our family catches us”
He tightens his lips and his eyes go dark.
“Yeah”.
“So I propose we each make a list. You make a list of everything you want to do to me, and I’ll make a list of everything I want to do to you. We do those things, and then we’re done. We stay the hell away from each other no matter what. What do you think?”
He is quiet for what feels like a very long time. Then he sighs and says:
“I like the part with the lists”
“Okay. So we each pick… five things? I can go first”
“No, Tessa, I will go first!”
“Why?”
“Because! We always do your things.” He bites my ear.
“We do not!”
“Really?” he widens his eyes, jokingly “Belt spanking, putting a vibrator in your pussy during a family gathering, getting me tied up to sit on my face, bratting to hell and back so I’ll hate fuck you”
“You just fucked me like one of your porns!”
“Which was a nice surprise and entirely your responsibility” he points out “It’s my turn. I’m picking what we do next”
“But…
“Tessa, I’m picking what we do next!”
“Fine, God. But we have to be super careful. Your dad and your brother are on to us and I don’t wanna mess up Nat’s wedding”
“Ok. No touching in public anymore”
“It would help if we actually pretended to be with Ryan and Lana”
“No”
“It would get your dad and Leo off our backs. We don’t have to actually be with them… just little suggestions”
“You’re just doing this cause you wanna use Ryan to get me jealous. I can’t believe you let him have your ass”
I laugh.
“I didn’t really…”
“What?”
“I just said that to piss you off” I smile and Trevor stares at me like he doesn’t fucking believe I’m real. I get up and start getting dressed.
“You’re gonna spend the next two weeks all over Ryan just to drive me insane aren’t you? Hell spawn is what you are” he gets up and holds my waist as I finish putting my clothes on.
“I’m gonna be all over him to get your dad and brother to chill!”
“Fine, fine” he shrugs like he doesn’t believe me one bit “But when Ryan is licking your tits because you want to see me rage, Tess, I just want you to remember one thing” he licks my lower lip. It’s quick. It’s just once. “I’m picking what we do next”.
I lick my smile and kiss his cheek. He tries to convince me to stay, worried as he usually gets, after he’s been rough. But these two weeks are gonna be risky. We’re gonna have to reduce our time together, so I wink to him and run out the door.
I’m back in my room when my phone pings with a new text message.
It’s from Trev.
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