Submitting to Cetera (2 page)

He steps back from her, observing his work
so far.

She is bent over the table, that perfectly
round, deliciously pale ass tilted up invitingly. Rounded, taut
tits smashed into the tabletop as the thought of that creamy flesh
has his cock already hard and straining at his jeans.

He shrugs out of his jacket, snagging the
zip-ties from the pocket before stepping in behind her once more.
Sarah whines and arches her back, her weight shifting so he can see
the pink slit of her shimmering-wet pussy flex wider.

His mouth waters a little at the sight, and
he licks his lips. Patrick presses his still-clothed groin up
against her, nudging her naked slit with his bulge before reaching
out and seizing her right arm so he can tug it around to the small
of her back.

He's rough enough to show he is serious.

He doesn't want to hurt her – but he has to
admit – this is turning out to be much hotter than planned. The
sight of her helpless and breathless is extremely poignant. She
doesn't fight him when he moves her arm, though a little resistance
would have been a little more arousing. Grabbing the other arm, he
pulls it back to join its twin.

“
Ahhh,” she squeals a bit
sharply as he binds her wrists with the zip-tie, but again, he
leaves it loose enough that she can fight back, if she finds the
courage.

Grinding his cock into her, he can feel her
nectar saturating his pants, leaving a wet mark over the hard
swell.

He likes how she feels – hot and ready – her
spicy perfume filling the air around them enticing him to take her
right there, but he has much more to do.

Instead of unfastening his belt, dropping
down into a crouch again and takes hold of her ass cheeks, pulling
them apart, closely examining her pretty snatch to his hungry
view.

She's swollen, wet, and perfectly pink.

It's clear she's been recently waxed, and
her sweet little hole glistens and flexes with anticipation. He
drinks in the sight, taking slow, deep breaths so he can savor the
sweet scent of her arousal.

Sarah whimpers wistfully against the table,
eyes rolling up in their sockets as she feels herself being put on
display. It's both embarrassing and thrilling, and that just makes
her wetter.

“
Mmm,” he growls, slipping
two fingers up along her slippery pussy then presses them inside.
He goes slow... teasing her... and she moans and clenches around
his digits.

He lazily finger-fucks her a few times, then
pulls his fingers out and stands up. Leaning over her, he holds his
wet fingers near her face.

“
Look what you did!” He
says, playfully teasing the bound, gagged, desperate woman
underneath him.

“
Filthy girl.” Sarah's
eyes are wide as she looks at his hand, and he takes that
opportunity to gauge her feelings. It's clear she's wound up, and a
little bit unsure... but he can tell she's totally into it. He
smiles. This is good.

“
I wonder if you taste as
good as you feel,” he muses. Hands trace the outer curves of her
still-clothed tits, her ribs, and her naked hips as he crouches
down behind her once again.

He wants to experience how she tastes... and
he loves it... making a big deal out of taking slow breaths near
her quivering lips. His tongue is tentative at first – teasing the
twitching edge of her pussy, and then sliding upwards to barely
tickle her clitoris.

He sucks that sensitive little crux for a
couple of seconds as her knees go weak.

Mouth opens wide, letting his tongue slide
inside her, it curls and laps up the abundant honey it finds. He
murmurs appreciatively at the taste, eyes closing and hands
tightening on the firm curves of her hips.

He knows he could stay down there all night
– but he isn't here for that, he’s here to claim her, mark his
territory as his and his only.

Soon, he stands up again and unfastens his
belt, pants falling down around his ankles, pulling his heavy,
hard, and now-dripping cock free. He steps up close to Sarah once
more, this time letting the silken heat of his dick rest against
her needy little pussy.

It feels familiar – yet bigger and harder.
It's so hot, and as it prods her, ass instinctively lifting, fists
clenching, fighting her bonds just slightly as she tries to offer
herself to him.

She is no longer his prey, no longer his
victim but his coconspirator.

Yet, even though she's drenched with desire,
she's half-afraid he'll hurt her, stretch her cruelly around that
massive, heavy cock.

Still – she wants it. Needs, desires it.

Oh, yes. He can tell, too – he can smell her
want and see the evidence smeared across her pussy and leaking down
on to her inner thighs.

“
It’s time,” he growls
eagerly.

Grabbing her by the hips again, then thrusts
hard forward.

His dick stretches her wide open, and she
grunts as he pushes it home without any forewarning.

He's balls-deep immediately, then pulling
back again, only to thrust forward once more.

Again…,

And again.

Soon, he's fucking her vigorously, shoving
her hard against the table and scattering panties with each
powerful pump of his hips.

He tugs her into each pounding roughly, and
she feels herself sliding back and forth on the table's surface,
her pussy slapped by his balls with each collision of their
bodies.

Sarah is driven without mercy towards
orgasm, and as she cums, she does it hard enough to make her clench
her teeth roughly on the panties in her mouth.

She squeals, screaming into her gag, the
sound muffled by the wet satin and strip of tape.

She's a little bit grateful for it, to be
honest! Barely able to recover from the first wave before another
one clutches her, and despite his considerable girth, she's so wet
that he slips out on his next thrust. She can feel the mess
dripping down her legs, and the wet thud of his cock when he slaps
it on her ass makes her shiver.

“
I'm going to cum,” he
announces, wrapping his hand into her hair, taking hold of her
wrists he pulls upwards.

Sarah trembles, eyes closing as she enjoys
the sensation.

Yet, before she can fully regain her senses,
he turns her around to face him, reaching up to grip the edge of
the tape against her cheek. He begins to slowly pull it free – but
pauses as it reaches the corner of her mouth.

“
I'll un-gag you, if you
be a good girl and let me finish in that sexy mouth.” Patrick says
holding eye contact.

Sarah's green eyes are steady on his blue
ones, and she can sense the sweet smile behind his rape play. He
does a good job of masking it immediately, but she can sense his
concern for her happiness even as he's waiting for her inevitable
agreement to his offer.

She nods (as expected), and he finishes
peeling the tape free.

He does so carefully – the tape sticky
enough to tug without injuring her skin. He pulls the wad of wet
cloth free, and then ducks in to put a quick, reassuring kiss on
her lips before merging back to character.

“
Good girl,” he growls,
nodding and reaching up to push down on her shoulder.

Sarah lowers herself into a crouch, bindings
instantly throwing her off balance; she falls on her knees
instead.

Mouth opening obediently, he seizes her hair
once again. Pulling her in close, she can smell their mingled
scents on his dick – heavy, musky, and wet.

“
Suck me.” He demands, and
without a second to protest, he's in her mouth. Jaw dropping wide,
throat relaxing quickly, but he's thrusting almost
immediately.

He uses her mouth like he did her pussy –
hands guiding her head for quick, nearly brutal thrusts.

Her jaw will ache tomorrow, and her lips
swollen. Her eyes squeeze closed, and she breathes raggedly through
her nose as she submits to his aggression.

Thankfully, he was very close.

Only a few moments pass before she feels him
twitching, and his harsh use slows as he begins to build towards
release.

He throat-fucks her deeply enough to make
her gag once or twice, but then he thrusts quickly, twice, pushing
in the second time, he erupts.

Clearly, this encounter has been more than
arousing for him... she feels at least three heavy spurts of his
seed gush out across her tongue and into her mouth. Before she can
contain it or swallow, it's oozing out of the corners of her mouth,
and when he pulls back in preparation for one final, savoring
thrust, he pulls a thick glop of his cum free, leaving it to drip
down over her chin in pearlescent ooze.

He stays in her mouth until every drop has
been savored. Sarah lets her tongue work to lick at him in slow,
appreciative strokes, and she swallows whatever cum managed to stay
in her mouth.

When he finally pulls away, she looks up at
him and licks her lips.

He grins, crouches down, pulling her roughly
into his arms. Head pressed warm against his chest, he presses
several kisses against her head before disengaging long enough to
cut her zip-tie cuffs free and give her wrists a little
massage.

The couple is quiet for a few moments.

He sits on the floor in the store, pulls
Sarah into his lap, and cuddles her close. After they've both
caught their breath and recovered a little, Sarah speaks up.

“
Wasn't expecting you
tonight...” she smiles, looking up at him and pressing a kiss
against his stubble jawline before nuzzling into his neck
affectionately.

“
This was you’re idea
remember?” he grunts.

“
Mmm… I remember,” she
sighs, head pressing against his chest, lips massing across his
nipple. “Now we have a big mess to clean up.”

“
Mm…,” He nods. “Yeah.
Guess we do.” Patrick says, before kisses her on top of her head,
squeezing her in a big bear hug. “You fold the panties. I'll clean
up the 'evidence'.”

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