Before I could fully open the door, it was pushed firmly, forcing me back.
“Marcus!”
A wicked smile crossed his face as he saw my wide-eyed surprise. As I began to realise the possibilities, he grabbed me, pulling the coat off. My head was spinning, still high on the earlier virtual activities, now desperate for the real thing. He held my arm tightly and pulled me into the living room. Pushing me against the sofa, he came close.
“Be careful what you wish for, Sally. It might come true.”
Hearing his voice for real sent shivers through my body. He removed my bra, and pinched a nipple, squeezing it roughly between his fingers. Then moved to the other. Pain. Pleasure.
“Yes, sir,” I managed to say. Virtual submission had instantly become real; I was still reeling from this sudden change. He was pushing against me now, his face inches from mine.
“Need to come, do you?”
“Yes, sir, please.”
He turned me around and threw me over the back of the sofa, bent almost double. I was breathing hard now, almost ashamed at how much I needed him. He ripped my knickers off.
“These are wet, Sally. I hope you haven’t come without permission.”
“No, sir. Honestly. I haven’t. I—”
Before I could finish, he stuffed my soaked knickers into my mouth. I struggled to breathe; had to make a real effort to take air in through my nose. Had to concentrate on that. I could taste myself in my mouth. Suddenly he started to strike my bum with his hand, hard. Spanking rapidly, remorselessly. I felt my legs flick up, but he carried on, holding me firmly over the sofa. I was whimpering, moaning, but my knickers muffled most of the sound.
Then my body convulsed as he entered me. I felt his cock rip into my pussy, driving hard to the hilt. Colours. I saw colours. Heat. I felt heat. And I was gone. I was aware of him pounding in and out, but my body had taken over. It was almost as if I was flying around looking down on us. I was well above the peak; sensations I’d rarely felt. Wasn’t sure when it began, wasn’t sure when it was over.
I was vaguely aware I wasn’t bent over anymore. I was being pulled around to the front of the sofa and pushed onto my knees. When I landed, I was staring at his beautiful cock, glistening with my own juice. Before I knew it, he pulled my knickers out of my mouth and replaced them with his hardness, his hands holding my head firmly, as he slid vigorously in and out. Again, I was gone. Just allowing him to use me, to fuck my mouth. Very soon, I was rising again and lost myself to another round of ecstasy.
I was aware of being moved again. Pushed forward over the sofa. Felt the plug being removed. A sudden feeling of cold, then fierce heat, as he pushed himself firmly into my ass. Strong, rhythmic strokes, occasional sharp slaps on my bum. I lost it again. My hands gripped the sofa, my body writhing in response to his pressure. I wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing, just its effects.
They ripped through my body and my mind. A sensation overload, seeming to come from my pussy, my ass, everywhere. Overwhelming me. I was only vaguely aware of him coming. I heard him grunt and felt the change in rhythm as his cock jerked to release his cum in me. Then conscious of his stillness, his hand on my back, stroking. Interrupted by my uncontrolled shaking. Nothing else. Spaced out. Then suddenly still.
The next thing I was aware of was peace. A feeling of exquisite peace. I slowly opened my eyes and took in what I saw. My house; the living room. Then breathing, soft breathing and my body gently rising and falling. But not my breathing, not my movement. Marcus. I was sitting on the floor, my bum by his thighs, my legs over his lap, and he was holding me to his chest, arms around me. As I slowly raised my head, he kissed my brow.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I murmured. “I—”
“Ssh,” he said. “Rest.”
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. But I finally came down to earth. He caressed me, talked to me, held me. I gradually replied. Giving each other little snippets of our feelings. It had been so intense. He finally got me something to eat and drink as I was feeling a bit lightheaded, and after a while, I began to feel normal again. Although after that experience, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. He told me we’d finished over an hour ago. That I’d cried quite hard during and after our joint orgasm. I didn’t remember but saw it on my face when I looked in the mirror. It had worried him. His original idea had been to come in, do the deed, and disappear as quickly as he’d arrived. But when he saw my reaction, he changed the plan. I was glad. It felt good to have him there. I saw the collar lying on the table and picked it up, running it between my fingers.
“This is quite powerful, isn’t it?” I said.
“No, it’s what it means to us that’s powerful.”
I smiled at him.
“Thank you.”
“For the collar?”
“No. For what you mean to me.”
He stayed. We went to bed and talked into the night about the experience. The virtual element, the distance, the surprise. He worried about ‘violating’ my space, the amount of force he’d used, the tears. Confirming with each other it really had been as good as it felt. Somewhat to our surprise, we ended up making love again; slowly, softly, sensually. At two in the morning.
Then again at seven. More vigorously.
This is an excerpt from Sally’s Shadow, the first book in the Kinky Companions series. Available from the following outlets:
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