The titillation, the courtship rituals, it had to cease. She ached for him and the moment was ripe. Kara watched through her peephole as Dean entered his flat, using a code she had meticulously noted, praying to the heavens she transcribed it flawlessly. She needed entry to set her plan in motion; her desire was a fever, and her focus was blurred, all his doing. Every time he greeted her, the “hello” delivered in that deep, resonant, masculine timbre she adored. He always held her gaze, and oh, the unforgettable sight of him coiling his long dreads into a knot before assisting with her groceries. Yes, the time for games was over, and she had devised the perfect strategy. Months of surveillance had revealed his pattern. Once he was inside, he headed straight for the shower, granting her a crucial twenty minutes to refresh, prepare, and arrive at his door. The vision of their imminent encounter sent her sprinting from the peephole to her room; this night was destined to be delicious.
He was luxuriating under the spray when the gentle “beep” of his security system sounded. A glance at his camera revealed her, the stunning Kara, crouched before his door with a grocery bag. He initially assumed she had mistaken the apartment number and was about to intervene when he heard her declaration, “I am going to have him tonight! Even if I have to tear this damned door down! Ugh, why is this fucking code not working?”. She wants to ravish me. The thought alone made him grin. If she desired him, all she had to do was ask, but he conceded she preferred her own bold approach. Regarding the lock, she would never succeed; the code required his biometric scan for activation. He chuckled again, watching her persistence, hoping she understood the implications because once he granted her entry, his intention was to sate his hunger with her, but he’d let her enjoy her daring gambit first. He watched her try the code once more, then decided to disarm the lock remotely; the triumphant, radiant smile that lit her face told him this night was going to be exhilarating.
Triumph! The latch gave way, and she celebrated with a quick, silent little shimmy before slipping inside. She could already feel the heavy, liquid warmth of anticipation soaking her lingerie. The grocery bag was a discarded prop; she had simply needed a plausible alibi should anyone pass by. She stepped into his unit, her eyes drawn irresistibly to the single room of true interest: his bedroom. Kara moved silently toward the open doorway, where he stood with his back to her. A magnificent, powerful man, his form barely veiled by a towel slung low on his hips. For a heartbeat, she paused, but the rush of desire tracing a path down her inner thigh snapped her resolve. She had to claim him. Never had she felt this intensely aroused, and the very object of her burning need was before her. He was still unaware of her presence. Drawing a steadying breath, she slowly shucked her trench coat and brassiere, revealing her bare upper body. She opted to keep her delicate lace panties and heels on. She advanced, intending to seize the element of surprise, when the heavy bedroom door slammed shut behind her.
He heard her sharp, startled gasp and his lips curled in satisfaction. Game over! He had watched, enjoying her dramatic entrance via the camera feed. The sheer audacity of her plan—to break in and take him—was intoxicating, but she was about to learn a lesson. He admired a fearless woman, but he was the master of this domain. “So, you want to possess me,” he stated, his voice a low, gravelly assertion, not a question. He could see her initial shock, but the outcome was assured; she was on his territory now. He watched her raise her chin, her voice ringing out with defiant passion, “Yes, I crave you.” He smiled, deeply satisfied. He instantly released the towel, letting it pool at his feet, and commanded, “Then come here.”
A tremor of something akin to fear, yet overwhelmingly thrilling, ran through her. She had planned the shock, but he had effortlessly dominated the script. She didn’t care; as long as the finale was what she desired. She closed the distance, her eyes fixed on the evidence of his mounting arousal: his cock, growing longer and thicker with every step. Yes, she had chosen the perfect man for the job. Once she was within reach, he hauled her roughly against him, spinning her so her back was flush against his hard chest. Capturing both her wrists in his large hand, he tilted her head back, his warm breath fanning her ear. “This won’t be tender or sweet; it’s going to be raw and consuming, sweetheart.” Without warning, he tore the fragile fabric of her panties from her body and plunged two fingers deep into her already slick core. “You are absolutely drenched,” he murmured, his voice thick as he stroked her deeply. “Tell me your desire,” he demanded. All the intricate details vanished; she only knew she needed to be taken over by pleasure.
Dean shifted Kara onto the bed, resolving to give her the ultimate surrender she craved. She hadn’t noticed the silky restraints secured to the bedposts, yet he had prepared them just for her. He had also arranged a few pleasure-inducing accessories, unseen by her. His plans were strictly to satiate her, but first, a small lesson in dominance was due. He withdrew his hand from her throbbing center and released her wrists. “Mount the bed,” he ordered. “Part your legs and arms wide.” The fleeting surprise on her face vanished instantly. He secured her limbs to the frame, then stood back, admiring her. She was a vision of vulnerable beauty, patiently waiting for his glorious attention.
“Your little break-in made me miss my meal, Kara, and now I’m a famished man,” he stated. Kara hadn’t anticipated this elaborate setup; she just wanted to be deeply penetrated. The restraints felt restrictive, but she rationalized it as part of the seductive drama. How would she know, having never been with a man before? She had diligently prepared, stretching her entrance with her toy before embarking on this audacious venture. The internet had warned her of the initial sting, and it had been true, but now she was ready for a man’s fullness. This man, however, was taking his sweet, slow time. “Okay, I’m hungry too. Could you just fuck me now so we can grab a bite later?” She heard his low, amused rumble—clearly, she’d said something diverting. “Kara, I intend to feast now,” he corrected, then strode toward her, settling his face between her open, inviting thighs. His tongue darted out, a single, precise stroke on her engorged clitoris, and she gasped, a sound of pure, unadulterated shock and delight. As he licked and sucked, she longed to grip his hair, but her hands were bound. He painted her with his tongue, savored her delicate nub, then inserted his tongue deep inside her wet canal. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and moved his mouth back to her core. His free hand teased and twisted her nipples, drawing them into tight, hard peaks. He shifted his attention to her breasts, drawing each nipple into his mouth with the same rhythmic intensity he used to finger her wetness. The pleasure was a tidal wave, eliciting gasps and tremors; she was on the precipice of a shattering release when he abruptly stopped, removing his hand and lifting his head. “NO! Don’t stop, I was right there!” she pleaded. He gave another low chuckle and promised, “Don’t worry, you’ll climb that peak again soon.”
If she expected a quick resolution, she was gravely mistaken. While her eyes were closed, he seized the opportunity to clip the nipple clamps onto her sensitive flesh. Again, the shock, this time compounded by the sharp sensation of the clamps’ pressure. “I know they sting, but trust me, they are the key to sublime pleasure,” he assured her, watching her body relax a fraction. He then positioned the intense, sync vibrator against her, flicked the switch, and watched her eyes widen in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. He had her precisely where he wanted her. Setting the vibration to a hypnotic wave pattern, he watched her body surrender to the toy’s demands while he began to stroke his own erection. She cried out, her head tossing uncontrollably. Knowing she was moments away from climax, he silenced the vibrator. “Dean!” she screamed in absolute frustration, and he laughed. “Patience, Kara. Soon, your release will be absolute.”
Kara was incandescent with frustration! Twice he had cruelly snatched the brink of ecstasy away, yet the thought of reclaiming control was an even deeper thrill. “Release me, Dean,” she commanded, her voice edged with a new, assertive power. It was her turn to dictate the pace. He first freed her ankles, then her wrists. She didn’t hesitate, yanking him onto the bed, the sudden, fierce motion catching him off guard. “No more games. I want your fullness inside me now!” Not one to deny a direct, passionate order, Dean instantly flipped their positions and plunged into her with one fluid, powerful, devastating thrust. “DEAN!” she shrieked as a blinding, instant orgasm seized her. Her body convulsed repeatedly as he continued his deep, rhythmic drive. He gently applied pressure to her throat—a new, darker sensation—while maintaining the fierce, hard rhythm within her. She moaned as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, achieving an even deeper level of penetration. A second, violent spasm of pleasure gripped her, but Dean was not done. He shifted her onto her hands and knees, her back to him. “I want you to witness me take you,” he murmured, and for the first time, she noticed the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He pulled her arms back and began to assault her from behind with unrelenting force. This was the primal, untamed possession she had always imagined; she could feel her own hot essence slicking his shaft. His tempo escalated, becoming a frantic, hard blur, and she knew his climax was imminent. “Dean, I want you to fill my mouth.”
Without missing a beat, he withdrew from her sated core and watched her kneel before him. She ran her hand down his shaft, then took him whole into her mouth. Her tongue slowly, sensually circled the crown, and he lost all control. He was past the point of gentle exploration. Gripping her hair tightly, he piston-slammed deep into her throat. She gagged around his immense length, a sensation that was intoxicatingly dominant. He kept plundering her mouth like a man possessed, yet the warmth and wetness felt exquisitely right. With a final, powerful thrust, he let out a choked cry as he ejaculated his entire load deep into her throat. Kara licked her lips, watching as Dean gently lifted her and settled her back onto the pillows. He knelt between her legs and began to devour her again. Her clit was exquisitely sensitive to his tongue, and she felt the rapid build-up of another peak. Dean slipped his fingers inside, feeling her inner muscles clench and flutter. He knew it was time to unleash her final, explosive pleasure. Removing his fingers, he moved his hands to her breasts, simultaneously sucking her clitoris and releasing the clamps from her nipples. She let out a fierce, primal scream as she squirted, and he continued to feed on her pleasure as she shook from the intensity of the release. Once her tremors subsided, Dean tucked her in; she had collapsed into a satisfied, heavy sleep. He couldn’t help but smile at the profound pleasure they had both experienced; this night had, without a doubt, been sensational.