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Chapter 3

A little gift, as I sit here on my lunch break. Enjoy.


"Your safe word is avocado, alright?" She felt a thrill run down her spine. She had never needed a safe word before. As he caught her wide eyes, he chuckled, the sound warm and pleasant.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you,"

Elle grabbed a hold of his shoulders, clinging on for dear life, as she felt him plunging into her, making her incoherent with desire. Roland's cock was not exactly on the small size, and as he pushed into her again and again, she felt him rub her walls, creating a delicious friction that had her writhing beneath him. The Maca didn't help the matter, making her feel that itch that he could only hit when he bottomed out within her, which he seemed to deliberately not do. Whenever he finally did, she could feel the broad tip of his mushroom head hitting a sweet spot, and she couldn't help but arch off the bed, groaning uncontrollably until he relented, and went back to slow shallow thrusts.

His chest was mashed against hers, the hair on it brushing her nipples, sending jolts to her clit. It was just what she needed, but then he would stop fucking her as deeply, and only keep to the entrance, barely prodding her insides. She would sigh in a frustrated way, trying to angle her hips so he would go deeper, encouraging him to let loose. He did not get the hint, or if he did, he did not give in to it at least.

"Why don't you tell me what you want?" He growled, his mouth very close to hers, his hot breath dancing across her face as he spoke.

She bit her lip, her eyes closed. She simply squeezed his shoulders, trying to communicate in a nonverbal manner. He didn't accept it.

"I'm gonna drive you fucking crazy with need, until you learn to communicate what you want from me," he said darkly.

Then he kissed her and stopped thrusting. Her eyes flew open at this, and she caught his eyes. His gaze was smoldering, as he straightened up, kneeling between her splayed legs, his warm hands on her thighs, just beneath her bent knees, keeping her spread out, so he was able to push deep inside her. He put a hand on her throat, his fingers curling around it. He gave a gentle squeeze, his thumb caressing her skin. He slowly moved his hand down her torso, just pausing on her sternum before moving it further down. She panted somewhat as she sensed where he was going, and she barely had time to grind her teeth together before she felt his thumb, as it moved down the hood of her clit, the touch feather light, only teasing her. She lifted her pelvis off the bed, trying to get more friction. He growled softly as he felt her movement.

"Don't move!" he hissed softly. She froze at his words.

"Good girl," he crooned.

"Now tell me what you want," He said, his thumb rubbing circles into her sensitive flesh.

She arched her back again, her head tilting back, and he leaned forward, easily capturing a nipple in his mouth. He swiped it a few times with the rough surface of his tongue, nudging it several times, before taking it into his mouth, suckling it.

"Tell me," he said, his voice deep and demanding, nibbling gently at her flesh, pulling at it, making her groan softly. He released her with a pop, his breath deep and slow.

"I will do as you ask, you just have to tell me," he said, grinning at her. She looked at him, her jaw clenched tight. She could feel him stretching her, the sensation quite delicious, but it was not enough, she needed more. Saying it out loud, however, was quite hard for her. She held her breath, waiting.

He gave a dark chuckle, shaking his head somewhat.

"You are fucking stubborn, aren't you?" He said, amused.

"You will find that I am just as stubborn, my dear," he added, his voice slightly sinister.

With that he began to thrust again, moving inside her, only he did it so slowly, that he might as well have stayed still.

"Say it!" He commanded. The tone of his voice nearly made her do it, just to please him. But she could not bring herself to do it after all. Her silence earned her a sharp nudge from his cock as he swiveled his hips hard. She gave a surprised yelp at the feeling, her eyes widening slightly.

"If you do not say it, I will have you fucking beg for mercy!" With that he began to pound into her, holding her knees apart, leaning slightly on her as he fucked her straight into a powerful orgasm. She couldn't help herself, she was so overpowered by his demanding thrusts, her centre on fire, so she moaned uncontrollably as her release washed over her.

Their bodies were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, but neither of them noticed, as he leaned further down, their faces inches apart. He kissed her deeply, feeling her inner muscles beginning to clamp down once again. He grabbed her wrists, and placed them above her head, pinning them in place, then he pulled out, and planted her legs on the bed, so she was laying flat on her back. He swiftly straddled her thighs and without further ado penetrated her again, thrusting lustily into her. Still holding onto her hands, he bent down and kissed her again. She could not move.

"How many times have you climaxed in one night?" He murmured against her lips, his breath somewhat hastened.

Elle was almost too far gone to think, but she focused, trying to remember.

"Three, I think," she said, breathlessly.

"Hmmm, that's not many, do you think you can handle what I'm gonna do to you?" He crooned, a wolfish smirk on his face.

"I don't know," she managed, moaning again, as he gave a particular deep thrust, strumming that string again, tightening it further.

"Do you know what I fucking think?" He asked her, and she shook her head.

"I think you are in need of this. You need someone to dominate you, demanding your pleasure,"

She said nothing, but bit her lip, feeling how he was pushing her inevitably towards another release.

"I will have you know, that this night, you will be coming apart so many times, you will beg me to stop," He growled, grinning at her wickedly.

"And you will be back for more,"

With that, he bit down on her lower lip, tugging at it, before he licked her jaw, his beard tickling and scratching her skin. He used the same strategy as he had done when he first had her coming apart in that little dark room, but this time he was moving inside her as well. Suddenly he began to roll his hips, his pelvic bone slapping hard against hers, her clit mashed between their bodies. She stiffened at the feeling, her teeth ground together as she tried to maintain some feeling of control.

"Scream for me, Elle," he said against her skin, nibbling at her throat and shoulder, fucking her hard. She groaned, as she felt the hot string inside tightening to unbelievable heights.

"Look at yourself, Elle. You are pinned beneath me, unable to move, my cock is ramming into your fucking delicious cunt, and you are still unwilling to scream for me, or even let yourself go," His words alone nearly sent her flying.

He intensified his movements, his hot, and greedy mouth on her skin making her shudder violently, and another strong orgasm coursed through her. He did not relent, but kept thrusting, even though she had made it more difficult, because her inner muscles were clamping down hard on him. He grunted harshly.

"You nearly made me spill myself within you," He said, chuckling softly.

She heard nothing. She was too entrenched in pleasure, only feeling her body humming as it got ready for another release, his prick plunging in again and again, tugging at her walls, assaulting her with sensations she was unable to describe.

"You will fucking scream for me," He growled, sensing her release approaching.

"Do you hear me?" He slammed his cock into her, over and over, making her groan everytime. Her body was tense like a bowstring, and had she been able to, she would nearly have arched off the bed. Suddenly she felt his hands on her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, plucking at them, sending hot bolts of lightning fizzling to her clit.

His prediction of having her screaming was fulfilled then and there, his ministrations hurling her over the edge, her wail of pleasure wrenched from her, as he bottomed out within her again and again. He growled as he felt her fluttering channel caress his length, seemingly intent on squeezing the life out of him.

"Again!" He commanded, keeping playing her body like a harp, pulling at every string, the melody of her orgasmic cries like a masterpiece to his ears, as she was pushed over the edge again.

"What a good girl you are," he said huskily, kissing her deeply, tenderly.

As she came down to earth, whimpering and trembling, he withdrew from her, and flipped her over, easily climbing on top of her again, his strong thighs straddled hers, and she felt him move sensuously as he pushed into her body again, his hands holding onto hers, fingers interlaced right in front of her face. He moved slowly at first, sending chills down her spine, as he rolled his hips against her buttocks. Suddenly she felt his breath on the nape of her neck, and his words followed soon after.

"You're gonna come for me again, or else I'm going to fucking spank you." The words made her shudder, and she moaned into the sheets, her feet lifting off the bed. He laboured on top of her, fucking her faster and faster, his movements justling her entire body at every thrust.

"Give it to me, Elle," he breathed. "Or is it that you like the idea of me spanking you?" She felt a flash of heat as her core flooded with her juices.

"Would you like me to slap your ass, making it glow a delightful red for me? I will make your flesh jiggle, is that what you want? Hmmm?" He spoke passionately, shifting his hold on her hands, so that he had both her wrists in one hand, and the other caressing her right cheek softly, running his fingers through her hair, before he caressed his way to her upper back, swiping it from side to side, whilst also moving downwards. She needed no guesses as to what would happen when his hand reached her buttocks.

She focused on his cock, as it prodded her insides, rubbing her walls in the most sensual way.

"Do you like to be defiant of me, Elle? I will show you what it means to be defiant, sweet girl. It fucking doesn't come cheap," As he spoke, his hand reached the sweep of her spine, and he lifted it from her skin.

She didn't have time to brace herself, and she felt his hand land softly on her right upper buttock. Her core throbbed, and she rocked her pelvis somewhat.

"Oooh, so you do like the thought of me spanking you," he said, not entirely able to control his own body, as he ground into her for a moment, making her cry out softly, her fingers clutching at the duvet, her face buried in the silky fabric. He swatted her butt again, this time harder, making her skin tingle.

"Your ass is jiggling for me, Elle. You cannot see it, but the sight is fucking delightful to behold." He was soon showering her ass with a series of slaps, varying from light to harder. After each deliberate swat, he would rub the warm palm of his hand over the place, soothing the slight tingle he had caused. It took mere minutes before she was soon bucking wildly beneath him, unable to move much, as he still had her pinned in place. Nonetheless, she was catapulted into another strong orgasm, and he crooned, satisfied.

"Do you realise how fucking wet you have become, from me slapping your delectable ass, Elle?" He asked her. When she didn't answer, his fist tangled in her hair, pulling her head back sharply.

"I fucking asked you a question, dear," he growled, his lips caressing her ear, before moving to her exposed throat.

"N-no," she answered, her breath torn from her, as he tugged on her hair.

"Well, allow me to demonstrate it for you." He slid his other hand beneath her hips, his fingers easily sliding over her swollen and drenched folds, catching her clit in the same movement. Elle bucked again, her body curling in upon itself, a harsh cry rendered from her as his touch was just what she needed to be sent careening into the void again. He held onto her hair, fucking her straight into the mattress, making her reach another peak with absurd ease, his own groans of pleasure lost to her, as her ears were only filled with the sound of her own screams. Then he paused, breathing deeply, seemingly to collect himself, before withdrawing from her tingling body. She stayed down, her body humming far too much to be able to move at the moment.

"Get up," he commanded, his voice deep and assertive. She did as he said, slowly getting up on all fours, before turning to him, sitting in the centre of the bed.

He walked to the end of the bed, his hands grasping at something dangling from the wooden frame above. The slight metal clinking was warning enough, as her eyes fell on a pair of handcuffs. The cuffs were of leather, the chains glinting down at her. She studied the contraptions wearily.

"Come here, Elle," he said softly. She slowly moved towards him. He stepped close, taking one of her wrists, and then kissed it, his beard scratching her skin.

His fingers gently traced her jaw, his eyes lingering on her lips.

"Come stand in front of me, your back towards me," he instructed softly. She did as he asked, her front now facing the bed. He lifted her hands, trapping her wrists in the leather cuffs above her head. Then, he suddenly placed a blindfold over her eyes. She gasped softly, but said nothing as darkness enveloped her.

His lips caressed her ear as he spoke to her.

"Tell me, what is the safe word." Her heart was beating frantically as she answered, her core giving a throb in expectation.

"Avocado," she whispered.

"Good girl." Then, silence.

She tried to hear him, but he made no sound.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice trembling with a slight apprehension, turning her head slightly, from side to side.

"Don't move," he said, warningly.

She jumped slightly as she realised he was just behind her. His hands came up and cupped her breasts, stroking the pliant flesh, plucking at her nipples, making her groan softly, then glided down her torso, grabbing her hips passionately. He pulled her pelvis back against his body, her restraints clinking gently. He groaned, rubbing his cock against her ass. He placed gentle kisses on her shoulder and upper back.

His teeth scraped her skin, as he moved further down her torso, leaving a wet trail behind. She felt him kneel and he hugged her hips, her buttocks pressing into his chest.

"You're so fucking soft," he crooned into her skin. Elle licked her lips, only waiting to see what he would do next.

He began to kiss her lower back, her buttocks, especially where he had spanked her.

"Look at these apple cheeks," he said, slightly breathless with desire.

"I adore this colour on you," he added. She gave a soft, nervous chuckle, but still kept silent.

She felt his mouth travel down further, and he nudged her legs apart, trying to make room for him to get at her sex. Not satisfied, he directed her to place one foot on the edge of the bed, and he place himself on the floor between her legs

"Oh my fucking god," he exclaimed softly.

"Your cunt is so pretty." She felt him run a finger along her folds.

"And drenched," he added.

"Tell me, have you ever been this fucking wet?" He asked her. She could hear his smirk. She bit her lip, her cheeks heating.

Roland smacked her on the ass, rubbing the skin soothingly afterwards. She yelped in surprise, and then moaned as his warm hand caressed her.

"When I ask you a question, I should like you to fucking answer, is that understood?" He said darkly.

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

"Good girl," he crooned.

"So? Have you ever been this fucking wet?" He asked.

"No," she whispered.

"That's what I thought," he said approvingly.

Suddenly she felt something cold and hard against her, making her jolt slightly. Not being able to see, she imagined it was a dildo of some kind. It felt like it was made of glass

She felt it prod her gently, and she was so wet it easily slipped in between her labia entering her body.

"Look at that," he hissed. He pushed it in further, enraptured by the way she was filled. She gritted her teeth, and barely restrained a groan, as he began to fuck her slowly.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes," she answered immediately.

"Very good, you're learning," he said approvingly.

He placed a hand on her pubic bone, the heel of his palm grazing the hood of her clit, and she rocked her hips.

"That's it," he crooned, fucking her continuously, merely resting his hand on her, cupping her simultaneously.

She had never had an orgasm standing up before, but this was a night for many firsts, and she felt that delicious pull deep in the pit of her stomach. How he could be so good at making her climax, she had no idea. Not that she complained as she began to grow short of breath, her muscles trembling slightly, as he pushed her relentlessly towards another release.

She was teetering on the edge when he pushed his palm upwards, mashing her clit, and at the same time penetrated her deeper than before with the toy. She cried out, her voice hoarse from all the screaming, as she came apart again. He didn't relent, and kept plunging the toy into her, soon he had coaxed her to 3 more orgasms, apparently reveling in the way her body was moving, and the sounds he was eliciting from her.

Once she was done, he withdrew the dildo from her body.

"You are fucking dripping, darling," he said huskily. He rubbed her back and forth, spreading her juices all over her nether regions. Then she felt him move towards her other entrance, the dildo easily sliding over her skin, still warm from being inside her. She held her breath as he gently pushed it against the puckered hole, making her muscles tighten. She stiffened slightly, and without thinking too much her mouth spoke before her brain had connected.

"Avocado!" She breathed heavily, nervously, awaiting his response with apprehension.

"You have never tried anal sex before, I take it?" He asked her gently, carefully removing the toy from her body.

"No," she breathed.

"Hmm, that's okay. We will save that for another adventure, then," and he said no more on the matter, and suddenly his mouth was on her clit again, suckling it gently. She would have toppled right over, had she not been held up by her restraints. As it was she was practically dangling from them, groaning and whimpering as he coaxed her to another release. Her juices became smeared all over his face, but he didn't seem to care, allowing her to grind against his mouth and face, his hands cupping her ass all the while. When she slumped, he got up from the floor and disappeared for a moment.

Then suddenly, she felt him grab her hips from the front, and pulled her forward, her feet resting on the bed. She felt him between her legs, and he swiftly penetrated her again, fucking her with slow, powerful thrusts, his hands on her ass, pulling her back against him, her shackled wrists keeping her torso leaned backwards, while Roland held her hips lifted. Suddenly he shifted, lifting her legs up, so her ankles were on his shoulders. The angle was so different, and he went in much further than she would have expected, and she gave a cry, her head falling backwards, as she was assaulted by the sensations he was creating deep inside her. Being robbed of her sight, she discovered that she was more tuned in on the sounds around her. She heard his breathing, his masculine groans and growls as he moved within her. The sound of their bodies colliding again and again. She had never been blindfolded before, and she had to admit that it was quite sexy. She could suddenly focus more on where he was touching her, and the rubbing sensation of his cock as he moved within her. Her mind seemed to home in on that feeling, and she was soon stiffening again, her hips trying to rock against him, to create more friction on her clit.

"No, my little minx, you will not fucking move," he said, slowing down the movement of his pelvis.

"I will fucking decide when you get more pleasure. So don't you move," he admonished, resuming his thrusts. She groaned in frustration, feeling her climax just beyond her reach.

"If you want it, you will have to work for it," he said. She could hear his smirk again.

"You're horrible," she whined, panting.

"Well, we already knew that," he said. He gave a rolling thrust, angling his pelvis just right for her to get stimulation where she needed it, making her cry and shudder.

"And if you want more of this, I suggest you keep the insults to a minimum," he added darkly, going back to thrusting in a way that kept her just on the edge.

He kept at it for a long time, her stifled moans only spurring him on, pushing her to insanity.

"You are allowed to ask for what you need," he finally said softly. Elle gritted her teeth, trying in vain to concentrate on chasing that elusive release. He did not relent, and she huffed in frustration, feeling her insides burning, with the need for a climax.

She felt her mouth open, her lips forming it, her tongue pushing it out between her lips, and she heard the word, before she could stop herself.

"Please."

"What was that?" He asked, his voice deep, demanding.

"Did you say something, my dear?"

She whimpered softly.

"Please," she was nearly sobbing with the need to come.

"Please.. what?" He coaxed softly, giving her a brief taste of what she wanted before resuming his frustrating pace from before.

"Yes," she whispered desperately.

"Please, fuck me, Roland," she moaned.

"My name on your lips, is fucking music to my ears," he growled, and with that he rolled his pelvis, making her cry out again and again.

"Say my name again," he said seductively.

"Roland!"

"Again!" He growled.

She complied, barely registering what she was doing, her body already trembling violently, her voice slightly hysterical, as she lost control of herself, her inner muscles clamping down hard around him. When she was coherent again, he pulled her close, releasing her wrists with practiced ease, and pulled her down on the bed. She found herself straddling him all of a sudden, her hands flat in his chest, and he rolled his hips up into her. He removed her blindfold, and she blinked a few times, adjusting her vision, looking down into his face. He was baring his teeth at her, his hands were gripping her hips, massaging her flesh erotically.

"Do you think you can manage another climax?" He asked, smirking, thrusting again. She bit her lip, her eyes closing at the feeling, her fingers digging into his chest hair.

"I asked you a fucking question," he said, giving a sharp thrust, making her hiss.

"Yes," she gasped.

He sat up, holding onto her hips, as he kept thrusting, his lips finding her breasts, kissing and nibbling at the soft flesh, eventually pulling a nipple into his mouth, tugging at it deeply. She groaned, and rocked against him. He laid back down, settling into the mattress.

"Good, now fuck me." His voice was assertive, and she did as he asked, finding a rhythm that suited her. He watched her intently, his eyes burning with desire. It wasn't long before she was moaning, fiercely chasing her release, and he urged her on, by meeting her whenever she sank down into him. She crashed down onto his chest, as she shook and trembled, her orgasm coursing through her, making her whimper softly. Finally she gathered herself a little, and sat up, looking down into his face, her eyes hot with need. He smiled wickedly up at her, and he began to thrust again. She leaned on his chest, and she suddenly remembered his nipples. She found them, and tweaked them gently. His reaction was explosive. He groaned hotly, jolting sharply, his hips lurging unevenly up into her. Fascinated, she did it again, and he rolled his head to one side, his teeth bared in a sensual, groan.

"You're gonna make me come," he said, his voice breathless, as he began to pound up into her. She felt urged on, and repeated her caresses. He began to tremble, his entire frame submerging into the sensation of his release, as he spurted furiously within her. Elle's mouth was slightly a jar. She had never seen a man express such passion, and she felt privileged to have seen it. He was breathing heavily, recovering from his orgasm. He pulled her down, kissing her gently, holding onto her chin.

"You did good," he whispered. She received his praise with a glowing pride, and rested her head on his chest. She was feeling her exhausted body, her skin still slightly damp with sweat. She knew she would drift off soon. Roland didn't seem to mind, as he gently traced his fingers up and down her spine, soothing her tingling skin. And she sensed darkness enveloping her as she fell asleep on top of him.


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-Pancakes

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