Into His Keeping (33 page)

Her sweet body was so turned on right now she could hardy stand it. He knew her signs. Reading her level of excitement was one of his best talents. He’d fucked her long and hard, even coming, and her eyes were dilated, her expression dreamy with the intensity of a woman on a sexual high. His precious Jill was having the time of her life. He’d thought she was trying to get away from him. Had she really been pushing him? Trying to get off the pedestal he’d always had her on? He would never have gone this far into his dominant personality with her if he hadn’t been desperate.

Right now he was betting the future, his life, on the fact that what held her beneath him was the same emotion that overwhelmed him. If she loved him, this all made perfect sense. If she hated him, she at least loved this. Either way, they were meeting in the most intimate way possible and he’d take what he could get. If this was all he’d ever have with her, it was a damn sight better than most men experienced with their wives. He would do exactly what he’d promised. Keep her any way he had to.

She was his woman, his whore, and she damn well was going to be his wife. Holdin straightened off the wall and strode back to the shuddering, gushing woman he couldn’t get enough of and no longer worried that he had to be careful with. Oh he’d always be sure she was safe, but he wasn’t going to be cautious about wanting her.

His hand landed on her dripping cunt in a sharp slap, two fingers entering her sticky opening and her body jerked in shock. The other hand on her shoulder, he pulled her up off the back of the chair onto the fingers in her. The heel of his palm kept the vibrating dildo deep in her ass as she now stood trembling in front of him.

Holdin pressed his body up her back, bending to place his lips at her ear as he growled in satisfaction. “Last time I fucked this cunt bareback, I didn’t even come in it and you got pregnant. This time I know you had your period last week. So you shouldn’t be ovulating but who knows? I don’t care.”

His free hand reached around to spread over her lower abdomen. Massaging it in firm strokes, he continued. “This belly is mine. I’ll fill it with a baby and don’t think for a moment I’ll worry about discussing it with my whore. You are mine,” he hissed.

Jill’s head turned and big eyes blinked at him as if she were having a hard time following his reasoning. Holdin smiled grimly as she understood what he was saying and gulped back a gasp. “That’s right. I intend to have more children out of you. Right now I’m going to show you how this chair works as a baby maker.”

His fingers still buried in her cunt, he felt her respond to his statement about children. Her body had gushed agreement. Perhaps two fingers up her was the best way to discuss anything. Lord knew he wouldn’t mind.

Walking her around the chair, he had to pull his fingers out to sit her down. The reclining back bent her body at an angle. Pulling her knees up, he strapped her thighs open with the bands from the short arms. Cunt and ass were tilted up and available. The sharp tilt also trapped his seed in her body, forcing her to let it do its thing.

“See how that works?” He stepped back and took his time looking at her because he knew she was reacting intensely to this position. “Keeps the whore open and fuck holes tilted up. While your mouth is available like this.” He swung a leg over the chair, straddling her in the space behind her drawn-up knees. Her mouth lined up with his cock and he shoved into her.

“Good girl,” he crooned when she immediately started sucking on the cock buried in her. He didn’t move. “Suck it, bitch. I’m going to fuck that ass and we both know how much you love a fat, hard cock. Taste your greedy pussy… That’s it, lick it off.”

Jill’s unrestrained hands grasped his shaft as she sucked him as hard as she could. Her head couldn’t move so she tentatively pushed back so see if he’d let her explore him. His hips moved and the hard, veined tool slowly pulled back, allowing her to swirl her tongue around it. Pulling back to present her with the fat head he demanded her attention to it without saying a word. He might know her body but the other side of that was she knew how to drive him over the edge too. Licking strokes worked his shaft, dragging up over the head to sweep his opening with swirling flicks.

The scent of their sex filled her nostrils as she licked her own taste off him.

“Open your mouth. I want to watch you lick it. Yeah, just like that,” he commanded harshly as she did as directed.

Cradling his shaft with both hands, Jill worshipped it with her tongue. Holdin leaned over to clutch the back of the chair as she rubbed his pre-cum over her cheeks, painting her face with him then returning to bathe every inch of him she could reach. One of her hands reached to gently massage his balls while the other firmly pumped the base of the cock she worshipped.

“Enough!” Holdin snapped as he felt the tingling skitter up the back of his legs. She was damn good at this. He pulled out of her mouth and swung off the chair.

Reaching down to stroke his wet cock in her face as he stood beside her, his face was pulled in a grimace that bared his teeth as he looked down at her. “Looks like I’m ready to enjoy me some ass.”

Holdin grabbed another condom from the toy drawer and smoothed it down his engorged cock.

Jill watched. Her face glistened with his mark. Her lips were swollen and her nose red. Her widely restrained legs displayed her more harshly than any stirrup table would have and she was a dripping, contracting, shuddering mess. She couldn’t have looked more like a fuck toy if she’d tried.

He still had a few adjustments to make though. Holdin grabbed a pair of nipple clamps from the drawer. Jill’s eyes widened and her head shook no.

“Oh yes,” Holdin snarled in satisfaction. “Whores do not get to say no. Weren’t we clear on that earlier?” He was beside her again and without warning, he brought his open palm down on her pussy.

The sharp spank made Jill scream through gritted teeth as stabbing fire shot up her body. Pain wasn’t the problem. That touch ignited every tingling cell in her body and she was on the edge just that fast. It would have been too late, but just as she felt the rush, he took hold of both her nipples and harshly pulled out and up.

“Oh no you don’t,” Holdin snapped as he held her breasts up by the tender tips. “Don’t even think about it, whore. You’re not coming. Your job is fuck toy. Concentrate on it. These will help.” He released her nipples to hold each breast and clamp plastic-coated teeth around her now distended nipples.

Jill gasped in shuddering reaction. Pain burned through her breasts at first and tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn’t know if she were crying because of the clamps or because of the near orgasm. Still panting with an open mouth, she watched him caress her breasts for a few seconds as he watched the clamps do their work. “Thank me,” he commanded softly as he looked at the clamps.

“What?” Jill gasped in surprise. Her body was on fire, every inch of her begging for his attention and she didn’t want to talk. He’d told her not to earlier. Now he wanted something else?

His hard eyes rose to stab into hers. “Thank me for keeping you from coming. My nasty little whore almost came from her pussy spanking and she needs to thank me for helping her.” His face was harshly beautiful as he regarded her. Every feature cut and defined, as was his body. A light sheen of sweat coated his perfect body. He stood beside her, looking down at her with arms crossed, legs set in that masculine stance of a male with a massive hard-on, and he was perfect.

“You will know whose property you are, Jill. Thank me for keeping you out of trouble. Or do you want that spanking?” he inquired coldly. “We’ve never gone in that direction, little cunt. Don’t think I won’t. Now do as you’re told.”

“Thank you,” Jill breathed shakily.

“More. That was hardly sincere.” Holdin reached down and casually turned the knob at the end of the dildo in Jill’s ass, shutting it off.

“Thank you for helping me,” Jill tried again, and couldn’t keep a moan out of her voice as Holdin slowly pulled the big plastic impaler from her. He stripped off the condom, turning it inside out and dropping it on the floor.

“Good enough. Hold this.” He handed her the dildo. Holdin knelt on the long chair and positioned himself at her ass, entering her with a hard thrust. Again with no preliminary touches or encouragement. He was simply fucking her ass as if he owned it. He grimaced in pleasure as her tight opening closed around him.

His face now inches from hers as he leaned over her, his eyes opened to look directly into her eyes as he plowed into her. “Damn, that’s good,” he breathed then continued. “I expect you to use a Fleet from under the sink every time you have a bowel movement. Ass and cunt are mine. I expect them available. You’ll use a plug every day for at least two hours. Respond if you understand.”

“Yes,” Jill breathed. Her mind felt fractured as he fucked her while instructing her on how to make herself available for his use. It was hard and direct. It was shockingly erotic. She was his body and he would have her as he pleased. His words gave her an anchor to cling to as his cock powered in and out of her. He was bigger than the dildo had been and he stretched her to her limits. The burn of her clamped nipples was nothing compared to the fire he so casually disregarded in her well-oiled ass.

“Now turn on the dildo and hold it over your clit.”

“Oh God,” Jill exclaimed. “I can’t—”

“Are you refusing a command?” Holdin interrupted her harshly.

“No. No, but—”

“Then do it,” he snapped ruthlessly again.

“But—”

Holdin’s hips slammed into her with increasing force as his lips peeled back from his teeth. “Do it now.”

Jill turned on the dildo again and slowly reached down to hold the tip over her distended clit. As soon as it touched her, she moaned in excited agony.

“That’s right. Feels so good, doesn’t it?” Holdin praised her as he took her hard and fast now.

Jill was dazed in a swirling maelstrom of sensation as he continued to murmur to her. His words held her even as they drove her higher.

“Feel how good it is, Jill. Your ass was made for fucking. That sweet cunt begs for it with your witch’s scent. I smell you every time I walk into a room. Your wet invitation will never be ignored again, sweet slut. You’re mine. My whore, my nasty witch who can’t get enough cock in her. My cock, Jilly-girl. Only mine. I will never allow you to feel needy again. Do you understand me?”

Jill was too restrained to thrash but her head rolled back and forth on the chair back as her body absorbed his use. Her brain could hardly register his words but she needed them. His hard, demanding use drove her to a place of such delight and unimaginable pleasure that she was only just able to contain it. He’d stripped her of any responsibility except to receive him. Now she knew what that left her. It left her nothing and everything.

His whore was flying with the stars and he hadn’t let her come yet. Jill moaned desperately but couldn’t answer him.

Holdin chuckled darkly as he looked down at her. “Not yet. You will not come without permission, woman. You will learn to wait for it. My cunt, my ass, my mouth. When you’re clear on that, you get to show me how high you can fly.”

He reached between them and pulled the dildo out of her hands, dropping in on the floor. His fingers went directly to her clit. Thumb and forefinger clamped around it and pulled up harshly. Again the spike of pain pulled her back from the edge. Holdin held her there as his cock rammed into her with savage force and then he was bellowing his release. Jerking thrusts slammed her as he came. Still he held her clit, forcing her to feel his orgasm while her pleasure was delayed.

He released her clit and slumped over her as his big body shuddered on the fading currents of the hard orgasm. His head on her shoulder, Holdin gasped in air and growled it out. He seemed to be rumbling in pleasure. Jill had never heard him like this. The image of the Bengal tiger flashed in her mind again. The rough, guttural sound might be what one of those huge cats sounded like when it purred.

She was shaking, sweating profusely and felt as if her entire body were a pincushion with a thousand needles pricking her. Every nerve vibrated in electric excitement. Again, hanging on the edge of ecstasy had taken her to a new level of sensation.

Holdin slowly peeled off her. He flicked the leather straps open and gently stretched each leg down, rubbing her thigh muscles briskly as he did it. Taking her hands, he pulled her off the chair, not letting her lay there for even a minute and recover.

“Time to clean up,” he informed her as with her hand securely in his, he left the closet and strode into the master bathroom.