Payback by Kim Brogan Page A

strong he must be to keep me pinned halfway up the wall with his hands on my ass, lifting it up and down on his erection.  It was so damn hot.  I waited for him to come, his face buried in my chest, his body weight now against me, pinning me against the wall. 
    “Damn…” he looked over his shoulder at the door. “Well, at least I managed to get in the door about six feet before nailing you.”
    “Yes, you’re quite disciplined.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “You naughty wench.  You’re making fun of me. I think it’s time I give you your gift.”
    “Gift?”
    He nodded and reached into t he duffle, pulling out a cactus-shaped, latex vibrator. “I’m going to use this on you now and make you my bitch with it.”
    “I’m already your bitch.”
    “Okay, so I’ll make you my satisfied bitch.”
    “Bring it on , alpha.”
    He carried me to the sofa, sat me down , and spread my legs forcibly. Standing between my legs, he flipped my skirt up.  I gasped when the vibrator touched the lips of my sex and started jiggling my labia over my clit.  I moved a little and the vibrator parted the lips and started hitting my clit full speed.  He pulled it away.
    “Naughty, naughty, naughty…I’m in control of this.  No maneuvering…I say when this love machine touches your clit. You sit back and behave.”
    He put it against my lips again and let it vibrate over them. I could barely feel it, but it was enough to make my body crave more.  I tried not to move, afraid that he was going to pull my new toy back, so I was concentrating really hard on the feeling between my legs when it stopped.
    “What?”
    He grinned, knowing that the teasing was driving me nuts.  Dropping to his knees, he started to lick and pet between my legs.  His tongue slathered my clit up and down until I started to scream. 
    “Yes, yes.  Oh, yes.  Faster!  Faster!”
    He pulled back.  “Tsk, tsk, tsk.  I told you that you don’t get to tell me what to do.”
    “Oh, damn it, Caden, I can’t keep starting and stopping.”
    I heard the sound of the vibrator as it started up. He took his fingers and spread my labia, then pushed the vibrator slowly inside of me while one of its little arms buzzed over my clit. “Does that feel good?” he asked; his voice husky with lust.
    “Yes, it feels real good.”
    “As good as my cock?”
    “No, not that good.”
    “Close your eyes.”
    He pulled it out and then I smiled as he replaced the vibrator with his own hard cock. My eyes flew open and I giggled. “Oh, good recovery.”
    “I’ve been saving up this whole trip.  All I wanted was to put this inside of you and make you scream.”
    “Yeah, I’m ready, now fuck me.”
    He pushed me down on my back and climbed on top, riding me and using the vibrator at the same time on my clit. It didn’t take long before I was scratching his back and bucking up into him and the vibrator.  I could barely hear him over my moaning , as my sight went black and my body imploded. After riding my orgasm for almost a minute, I finally started to come back to Earth when I heard him screaming.
    “Baby, baby…stop the scratching…you’re killing me.”
    I threw my hands up and looked over his shoulder at his back. “Oh, God. Honey, I’m sorry.”
    He pulled up and tried to reach behind. “Am I bleeding?”
    I swallowed hard. “Only a little.”
    He jumped up and went to the hall mirror , trying to look at his back. There was a howl of laughter. “I’ve got scratch marks!  No woman has ever scratched me during an orgasm.  Was it that good?”
    “Oh, yeah, it was that good. But you didn’t come.”
    “I came before.  I’m fine.  We’ll have plenty of time. Come on, let’s take a shower and then a nap. I just want to hold you.”
    We spent some time just holding each other and talking about his trip and my foray onto a new television show that was part Sherlock Holmes, part drama about running a restaurant.  Being a huge fan of Sherlock Holmes,