Cattail Club: Safeword Interrupted Part 4

He could hear her babbling but refused to stop. If he thought he could get away with it, he'd lift her onto his shoulders and feast on the damp folds between her thighs. Maybe when we get back to the room. Until then, she should consider herself lucky he was contenting himself with a sip from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

He growled softly as he abandoned one nipple to attack the other. Her whimpers only stroked his l.u.s.t to see how much she could take. Would she disobey and come? Or would she struggle through the building sensations to please him?

The idea of finding out raced through his system like a twelve-year-old scotch, leaving a burning that could only be slaked by burying himself long and hard in her tight little p.u.s.s.y. He captured the other tip between his teeth, then teased it with flicks of his tongue.

"Sir!" A hard tremor shook her as her pelvis arched towards him. "Please!"

He tore his mouth away, his gaze connecting with her desperate one. Her eyes begged for permission to come. "No." He dug his fingernails into the swell of her hip hoping the minor flare of pain would pull her back from the edge. But it was too late for that. Evidently, he'd misjudged how close she was, and the sudden sting pushed her over the edge.

"I...can't...it's too much...." Her fingers dug into his shoulders and a low guttural moan ripped free of her as the o.r.g.a.s.m he'd been trying to stall hit her.

"Son of a..." He let the curse die in his throat, then drug her head down, letting her body slip back down his, her legs wrapping around his waist to remain above water. He captured her lips under his while rocking her hips against his to bring her to peak - knowing if he stopped her now, the thwarted release would become painful in a way that Bethany wasn't experienced enough to handle. As he swallowed her desperate cries of pleasure, he was proud she'd lasted as long as she had with the b.a.l.l.s inside her. He'd pushed her hard in an effort to see how far he could before she snapped.

When she finally went limp in his embrace, he moved his hands from her hips to her back and began lightly petting her waiting for her to come back to herself, while ignoring his throbbing c.o.c.k. It took several minutes for her ragged breathing to even out, but he didn't rush her. Her ready acceptance of his demands had earned her a few extra minutes of cuddle time. Not that it will save her a.s.s when we get back to the room.

"Sir?" Her soft inquiry was hesitant.

"Hmmm..." He didn't stop his wandering hands.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." She kept her face pressed against his chest. "I failed you."

"Not entirely." He didn't deny that she'd broken one of his rules, but instead chose to focus on the positive outcome of their scene. "Before your spectacular o.r.g.a.s.m, I had no idea how sensitive your nipples are." He lifted her chin with one finger. "I now know that you can come from nipple play a dangerous bit of information for a man like me to have."

She licked the salt water off her lower lip. "Really?"

He nodded. "h.e.l.l yeah. I have a pair of vibrating nipple clamps at home that are so tiny you can wear them under your work polo and no one will be the wiser you could sit at the bar and try to balance the books, and even Tim wouldn't realize how close you'd be to coming."

Her cheeks pinked at the idea. "You wouldn't this is just..."

He arched a brow at her. "Until the end of our stay. But if you agree to be my submissive, I can promise you it will eventually happen, Bethany."

She seemed unsettled by his statement, but he thought it was only fair to warn her. "And I plan on doing everything I can to convince you." He cupped her cheek. "Now let's go back to the bungalow. Unlike my confused sub, I'm still hard as a rock." He brushed his nose against hers. "And I want to make love to this delicious little body."

Her breath caught in her throat. "Yes, Sir."

Chapter Six.

"Oh, my G.o.d." Bethany panted and gripped the spindles of the headboard even harder. Between her thighs on his stomach, Deacon gave a hum of approval as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the top of her mound. His palms rubbed over her inner thighs as his lips strayed lower, until he could dip his tongue in, if he wanted. She waited on baited breath to see if he'd taste her or merely tease. She groaned as he skirted her slit to tongue the crease of where her thigh met her torso. She still couldn't believe she was doing this...h.e.l.l, that he was doing this. After coming at the beach, she'd figured that she was in for another punishment. Not one as severe as the one she'd earned by running, but at least a spanking.

Instead, he tosses me on the bed, and orders me to hang onto the headboard while he eats my p.u.s.s.y what kinda f.u.c.ked up punishment is that?

"That's it, little one." Deacon lifted his head, while spreading her l.a.b.i.a wide with his thumbs, exposing her wet inner folds. She should be embarra.s.sed to have him examining her so closely. She should be protesting but instead found herself even more aroused at the idea he wanted to see every part of her s.e.x. "Let me see that pretty little c.l.i.t and luscious wet hole." His fingers kept her open as his head dipped lower - his tongue extended.

She was torn between wanting to close her eyes, unable to bear the raw image of him tasting her, and storing up every second of their time together like a greedy squirrel h.o.a.rding nuts for winter. She jolted at the first brush of wetness across her inner folds. She squirmed when he circled her opening, then cried out as he dipped inside as delicately as a humming bird sipping at nectar. "Sir!"

"Mmmmm." His tongue deserted her entrance.

She groaned as agile, wet heat lashed at her c.l.i.t. From her elevated position, she could see his tongue moving over her bud. It was beyond her scope of experience, to watch and feel him feasting on her. "I...oh, h.e.l.l...Dea-Sir....d.a.m.n it." She knew she was babbling but couldn't tear her focus away from the fire burning in-between her legs.

The sharp slap against her thigh had her moaning and arching toward his mouth. It also told her even with his attention focused on his meal, he was aware of her slip. She grew wetter. Where the h.e.l.l had this man been hiding? She'd have never guessed her best friend hid this attention to detail under his easy going, good old boy att.i.tude.

Guess it goes to prove that it all depends upon the subject matter.

The sudden intrusion of two thick fingers into her p.u.s.s.y sent her thoughts scattering. She greedily clamped around the invading digits as pleasure burst over her. The thrust and drag of them as he finger-f.u.c.ked her, only sent her higher. Instinctively, she lifted towards them, tears welling in her eyes as she fought the need for more. Every thought, every sharp inhale was centered on her growing o.r.g.a.s.m. She trembled on the edge, her knuckles going white around the spindles. "Sir, please."

He lifted his head. "It's not going to be that easy. You're going to have to work for it." Pulling his fingers free, he made a production out of sucking them clean. Her womb clenched hard. Had she ever seen anything so erotic in her life?

"Mmmm..." He gave her rakish grin, then hooked his hands under her knees and pushed them towards her chest. She squeaked as her bottom left the bed. A protest built in her throat as he dipped his head once more, but this time considerably lower than before. If she could've jumped up from the bed she would've, when she felt the hot probe of his tongue against her a.n.u.s.

"What....Sir!" She gritted her teeth and her head tilted back, as he circled her bottom hole then pressed against it. Unfamiliar sensations filled her.

"You better not be closing those eyes, Bethany." His warning was hoa.r.s.e but firm. Then he shifted his hold and braced her legs with one long forearm across the back of her thighs leaving one hand free while he resumed his teasing.

"No, Sir," she panted, squirming each time the tip of his tongue breached her hole. How could he be doing this? It's dirty....

All thoughts of how deliciously wrong his actions were fell to the wayside when his thumb circled her c.l.i.t, sending a shard of sharp pleasure through her. She moaned and squeezed the spindles harder.

Oh G.o.d, if he keeps that up, I'm going to come.

But the small rational part of her remembered his rules no coming without permission. He owned her o.r.g.a.s.ms at least for the remainder of the week. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep the overwhelming need at bay. She wouldn't fail him this time. She couldn't!

"So good. So sweet."

The sound and feel of his approval before his tongue made the leisurely lap from her a.n.u.s up to her c.l.i.t sent another wave of tingles through her p.u.s.s.y. Thankfully, his thumb abandoned the heart of her s.e.x, halting her o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Look at me."

She lifted her head off the pillow and gazed between her thighs. Lying on his stomach with his weight on his elbows, and his lips slightly swollen and dripping wet with her juices, he looked like s.e.x incarnate.

"Good girl. Watch." He made a show out of dipping his fingers inside her sheath and drawing out them out. In the sun-dappled room, they glistened. She held her breath. What was he doing? Would he lick them clean or do something else? Her heart leapt at the thought. At this point, she didn't care what he did as long as he continued to touch her.

"When I push in, I want you to push out," were his only instructions before he pressed against her a.n.u.s. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she was quick to obey, despite the slight burn of his fingers stretching her a.s.s. She held her breath as he slipped what felt like three fingers inside her a.s.s.

"It burns..." she tried to focus on anything but the full feeling inside her bottom. "I...don't know...if I can...do this."

"Sure you can." He nuzzled the inside of her thigh. "And I'll help you."

"Help me?" She barely managed to get the words out, before he filled her p.u.s.s.y with two fingers of the opposite hand and dipped his head once more. She gave a surprised shriek as he swirled his tongue over her c.l.i.t, then tugged at it erotically. "Sir!"

She clenched down hard on his fingers, her o.r.g.a.s.m racing towards her like a freight train. She couldn't help it. She'd never felt so full in her life, nor had any man in the past ever explored the very depths of both orifices. Trying to pull back from his expert touch wasn't an option, nor was uttering her safeword she was screwed because she was going to come.

He made noises of encouragement in his throat as he drilled her c.l.i.t with the tip of his tongue. He obviously didn't care that she couldn't control herself. She jerked on the headboard, hoping to distract herself but nothing worked. Her thighs began to tremble against his shoulders as her body turned on her her self-control shattered. "f.u.c.k!" Her eyes drifted shut and she threw her head back. "Going to come!"

A growl escaped him and he tore his mouth and fingers away. "Not yet!" Then he scrambled onto his knees, hooked her thighs over his arms, and shoved his condom-covered c.o.c.k inside her in one sharp thrust.

Deacon held onto his control by a mere thread, as she clamped down on his c.o.c.k and her sheath tried to milk him. Her taste still lingered on his tongue while the heat of her a.s.s had yet to fade from his fingers. He couldn't wait to shove his d.i.c.k up her tight a.s.s. He'd always been an a.s.s man, and Bethany had a fine one.

Under him, she went rigid as she fought her body. He couldn't stop the s.a.d.i.s.tic smile from crossing his face. "You're not allowed to come yet, Bethany." Then he gave a hard snap of his hips, loving the way her eyes flew open and her mouth opened on a soundless scream.

"Hold on." He gritted out, as he set a grueling pace, loving the sound of slapping skins and her fractured guttural moans. Around him, she grew incredibly wetter even as her sheath tightened around him. The added wetness along with the snug feel of her p.u.s.s.y had him riding the razor's edge.

He shouldn't have been this turned on- this crazy by merely eating her p.u.s.s.y. He'd scened with other subs pushed other women harder than he'd yet to push Bethany, but his body acted like he'd been f.u.c.king for hours. All because a slip of a woman had gotten under his skin with the way she'd clung to him in desperation, as her o.r.g.a.s.m had rocked her world. And now to feel it around his d.i.c.k?

f.u.c.k, I'm not going to be able to hold it.

The fragmented thought raced through his l.u.s.t-filled mind, when her hands released the spindles to claw at his shoulders. He snarled at the sting of her nails, before slamming her arms above her head. "No!"

She sobbed, her eyes wild and desperate. "Please!" She struggled against his hold. "I need to hold you." She squirmed, her legs tightening around his waist. "I'm...." Her cheeks pinked even as a deep flush rose to encompa.s.s her pretty t.i.ts.

He narrowed his eyes. His little submissive was on the verge of losing it coming hard and disobeying his direct order. He really needed to teach her some control, but at this particular moment in time, buried b.a.l.l.s deep in her, he decided to be merciful. It had nothing to do with the seed in his b.a.l.l.s that had reached a boiling point nothing at all. Or at least that's what he would tell himself later.

"Come, baby. Milk me with that p.u.s.s.y." The words were growled against her lips, even as he promised himself that before their trip was over he'd take her slow and hard drive her to the point where she begged for her release.

"Deacon!" His name came out on a squeal. Then her eyes rolled back in her head as she convulsed around him. He hissed as pleasure jolted up his spine surprising in its intensity. Then he was coming, filling the condom full as his o.r.g.a.s.m surged through him. Clamping his teeth on the tender muscle between her neck and shoulder, he rode the sharp euphoria as he marked her as his.

"Wow..."

Her breathless sentiment echoed his own feelings. If he'd thought their earlier interlude in the kitchen had been intense, this one had blown that one out of the water.

Rolling on to his back, he drew her against his side. He smiled when she softly grumbled before settling.

"Shhh, sleep." He ran a hand down her damp back, knowing between the sun and the numerous o.r.g.a.s.ms he'd forced from her had to have made her tired. She deserved a nap.

"Mmm...kay..." She burrowed closer. "Love...you..." She cuddled closer, her soft breath teasing his skin.

Deacon stilled. She loved him?

If it had been any other woman or submissive he'd have instantly left the bed, before breaking off any further contact. He didn't do clingy women but this was Bethany. The same young girl who kicked Freddy Keegan's a.s.s for teasing Old Man Writher's blind dog. The same woman who handled the drunks at his bar with the identical ease she balanced the mess he'd made of his books. h.e.l.l, she'd even taken soup to his mother last month, when Deborah Willis had come down with the flu. Bethany wouldn't know - let alone do clingy - if she tried with both hands. She'd never looked for a man to take care of her.

Instead, she takes care of everyone else including me.

Throw in the most amazing s.e.x he'd ever had, and Bethany Adams was the perfect woman for him. A true s.e.xual submissive, but also one who wouldn't need him to dictate to her outside the bedroom.

But the real question was, why the h.e.l.l didn't that scare him?

Chapter Seven.

Bethany slowly opened her eyes against the bright morning sun. Seldom used parts of her body ached from overuse particularly the vulnerable flesh between her thighs as she shifted against the soft cotton sheets. Deacon had put her poor p.u.s.s.y through a marathon of s.e.x in the past twenty-hours. Six o.r.g.a.s.ms were five more than she was used to but she wasn't about to complain. She'd take as much of Deacon Willis as she could get. Because she knew once they returned home, things would be different between them one of the reasons why she'd tried to welsh on their agreement. Too bad the silver-tongued devil knew her so well.

Speaking of her temporary Dom, she rolled over to find cool sheets.

Where was he?

"Deacon?" She sat up, catching the sheet before it pooled around her waist. Why she was being shy after spending most of yesterday naked, she didn't know. Maybe she was having her own walk of shame moment. Minus the indifferent lover.

"Coming." His voice filtered from the main living area of the bungalow. "Don't you think of moving your a.s.s from that spot, either. I'm hungry."

Her cheeks flushed as he finished his order with the same phrase he'd uttered the day before when they returned from the beach.

I'm hungry.

The same two words had preceded him climbing between her thighs and burying his face in her p.u.s.s.y. She bit her lower lip as she grew wet with desire.

This is f.u.c.king ridiculous. All I have to hear his voice and I'm ready to go again. I may be in the market for a new job when I get back home, if this keeps up.

"I come bearing tempting morsels." Deacon appeared in the doorway of the bedroom in nothing more than a towel. Either her Dom had ordered room service once more, or her crazy-a.s.s friend had risked more than his fingers in making her breakfast, she thought as he approached the bed with tray fully loaded with food. It smelled delicious.

"Breakfast is served."

She gave him a tentative smile as he set the tray across her legs. Loaded with soft tortilla sh.e.l.ls, light and fluffy scrambled eggs with bits of peppers and onion, along with coffee and some kind of fruit juice, she decided that there was no way Deacon cooked. As soon as he joined her on the bed, she reached for one of the cups of the cafe con leche. As the strong almost espresso style coffee pa.s.sed her lips, she sighed. Nothing tasted better in the morning.

Desperate for the caffeine jolt, she said little as she sipped the intoxicating brew. After she'd consumed nearly the whole cup, her mind was finally more alert, so she reached for the fork. Only to have Deacon whisk it away. A frown crossed her face as he dug into the mound of fragrant eggs. "Hey! That's mine!"

"Nope. Not today." He gave her a lazy grin before lifting the utensil to her mouth. "Open."

Surprised, she stared at him. "Ex-" Her protest was cut off as he shoved a forkful of eggs and peppers into her mouth. She had no choice but to either chew and swallow, or choke.

"Good girl." He speared a fried plantain, then offered it to her. She thought about taking the fork away from him again she didn't need him to feed her, then the fool did the most amazing thing he began to make choo-choo noises.

A giggle escaped her. "Really? Are you three?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at her, reminding her of the boy he'd once been. "Open up. We can't have a full day of exploring if you have an empty stomach." Another round of sound effects escaped him.

"You're a fruit." She mumbled around the crispy sweet fruit. "What kinda of exploring? I don't think I can handle another one of your beach picnics."

He gave her an indulgent smile, while filling the fork with eggs again. "That's for me to know, and for you to enjoy. But rest a.s.sured we're not heading to the beach today."

"With all the sand and surf around us, please tell me you're not planning on taking me to some stodgy old museum. I came here to spend some time in the sun, surf, and sand."

He chuckled, then ripped off a piece of tortilla and placed it on top of the eggs on the fork. "You'll get your outdoors fix, squirt."

She narrowed her eyes. "But you're not going to tell me what it is?"

He shook his head. "Sorry. It's a surprise. Here try this." He offered her the tortilla and eggs mixture.