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Smack!
"That was a yes or no question. Did I give you permission to cum?"
"No."
Smack!
Her lip started to quiver. Tears rolled down her cheek.
Max almost broke.
Smack!
Her voice was barely a whisper, "No, my lord."
He took a deep breath and tried to will his heartrate down.
"Did you give yourself to me?"
"Yes, my lord."
"You may only cum if I give you permission. Is that clear, slut?"
Tempest unconsciously diverted her gazed downward. "Yes, my lord."
Max reached under her chin and drew her eyes up to his. He nearly lost himself in their brown depths.
She tilted her head back submissively as he kissed her again.
Once her body stopped shivering, Max eased his cock slowly back inside her.
Tempest's pussy was slick and warm. Her body covered in a thin sheen of perspiration.
Max's weight pressed down on her. She spread her legs, trying to take him all the way inside her.
He pulled back so only the head was within her. Rocking slowly back and forth, Max only gave her the crown of his cock, then pulled back so the tip brushed her labia.
Max used short strokes to build a steady rhythm.
Tempest tried to meet his thrusts, but he varied his pace just enough to keep her off balance.
"Please fuck me!" she cried out.
Smack!
Clutching her breasts, Max withdrew his cock from her again, causing her moan in frustration.
Smack!
He gave her nipples a pinch, then straddled her chest.
Taking her by the hair, Max brought her head off the pillow.
Her lips parted as he pushed forward into her mouth.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth, bitch," he growled.
Tempest made gagging sounds as Max thrust into her mouth. Her lips formed a circle around him as he used her.
Every couple of strokes, he pulled out and rubbed his cock against her cheeks or across her forehead, as if marking her.
Her body fell limp. She didn't protest. Instead, she took his cock between her lips as he gave it to her.
With one hand on her head, Max reached back with the other hand and found her spread pussy.
Wetness was seeping out of her. Her neatly trimmed hair was matted with her juice. Down her legs. On to the bed.
She began to gyrate her hips, trying to grind her clit against his hand.
When he legs started to tighten up, Max rolled off of Tempest and he lay on his side.
He continued to stroke her pussy.
Tempest's heavy round breasts had fallen to the sides.
She cried out when he took one of her nipples in his mouth. He traced circles around the areola with his tongue.
Her chest thrust forward, as if she wanted to force her entire breast into his mouth.
They fell into an easy, familiar rhythm.
Max's ministrations brought her to the edge of an orgasm several times. He used his mouth on her breasts. His hands on her clit.
He pushed one finger inside her. Then two.
They kissed deeply. Her mouth fell open when he inserted a third finger inside her.
She pulled against the scarves every time he stopped, but she did not complain.
Tempest seemed to respond instinctively to his touch. To his dominance.
Max rubbed the nub of her clit in a circle.
Harder.
Faster.
Max's lips brushed against her nipple. His teeth raked her skin.
He was still rock hard. He took his hand away from her pussy and rubbed the head of his cock against her thigh.
"I'm going to fuck you now."
"Yes, my lord," she moaned dreamily. "Please fuck your slut."
Max smiled to himself.
Tempest spread her legs as Max moved in position to mount her.
Lifting up, Max took his cock in his hands and rubbed it against her labia and clitoris.
She stifled a moan at every pass, her body tensing.
Sinking into her easily, Max groped Tempest's breasts.
Once he was buried as deep as he could be inside her, Max pressed his body against Tempest, savouring her warmth. Her softness.
"Squeeze me with your cunt," he whispered in her ear. "Yes, just like that . . .that feels so good, my little slut."
Tempest smiled at the praise. Her eyes were hooded over with pleasure.
They lay together, Max unmoving. Tempest practiced her Kegels.
Max brushed the hair out of Tempest's face. He caressed her gently.
She tensed at his touch, remembering the punitive smacks he had earlier lay on her.
Ever so slowly, Max pulled back until he was almost out of her. He held himself that way for a long moment, then thrust in hard.
"Oh!" Tempest gasped.
"You like that?"
"Yes, my lord!"
"Your cunt likes to get fucked?"
"Only by you, my lord!"
"Your cunt is mine." Max drove himself into her.
He grasped her breasts.
"Your tits are mine."
A little harder.
"Your mouth is mine"
Tempest absorbed every blow. Max lifted her legs and hooked his elbows into her knees. She was unable to move or meet his thrusts.
"Your ass is mine."
He pushed his tongue into her mouth, then softly bit her lip.
"Tell me who you belong to," he grunted, once again burying his cock inside her pussy.
"I am yours, my lord," Tempest whispered, her eyes numb with pleasure. "I will always be yours."
Max didn't know how much longer he could hold off. He started grinding against Tempest. Slowly at first, then with hard, regular strokes.
Tempest clenched her teeth, trying to stifle screams of ecstasy.
The sound of his hips slapping against her filled the room. Her pussy was gushing with her excitement.
"Oh, fuck!" Tempest's body tensed once again. She clenched her teeth and grunted in frustration.
Max pushed in and held it.
"May I cum, my lord?" she sobbed. "May I please cum?"
He didn't answer her immediately. He pulled back and gave her two heavy strokes.
Tempest seemed like she was going to burst. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her face was flush.
Max pulled until he was almost out of her. She was still nearly bent in half. Tied to the bed.
Completely at his mercy.
Without warning, Max thrust in and began to pound his cock into her pussy.
His toes began to tingle.
"Cum for me!" he grunted. "Cum with me!"
Tempest let out an ear-splitting scream. She wailed with pleasure as her body began to shake and convulse.
Max felt her pussy flood with warmth.
That set him off.
"I'm cumming!" Max cried out. He let go of her legs as he wildly thrust into her again and again. "I'm cumming inside you!"
"Yes!" she wailed. "Cum all over me! Cum all over your slut!"
The two of them rode out the orgasm, their bodies bucking against one another.
The room began to spin.
Max collapsed on top of Tempest, even as is cock continued to pulse inside her.
He nuzzled up against her neck as the darkness seemed to overtake him, but her voice drew him back.
"Max . . . Orange . . . Max! Orange! Orange!"
It took him a moment to register that she was using her safe word. He reached for one of the scarves and tugged on the slip knot.
It fell loose. Tempest used her now-free hand to release the other scarf.
Max was barely conscious, but he felt Tempest's touch against his skin. It seemed cool and calm, even though they were both covered in sweat.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him.
Her body was shaking.
As he blinked back the haze, he realised she was crying.
Max's heart seemed to jump into his throat. He pulled back in surprise.
"Don't fucking leave me! Don't you dare leave me!" Tempest gasped for breath through the tears. Her heels locked together at the small of his back. "Stay inside me . . . I need you inside me!"
Sobs wracked her body. She convulsed beneath Max, her arms and legs wrapping around him.
"Tempest, I—"
"Shut up, Max!" Tempest cried, her body shuddering. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. "Shut the fuck up!"
Unable to process exactly what she wanted, but understanding that she was ultimately going to be okay, Max relaxed enough to settle into the comfort of Tempest's arms as the tears came.
She wasn't in pain. She wasn't angry.
It was a hard, cleansing cry.
Tempest desperately clung to Max, her breathing ragged. He cradled her to him, not knowing what to say or do. He got the sense she just wanted him to be close to her.
They lay together for a long time, both needing a moment to recover.
"I love you, Max," she nibbled on his ear, once their breathing became regular.
He lifted himself up to look her in the eyes. Her expression had softened. She smiled contentedly.
"Did I . . . did I hurt you?" he asked gently.
"No, Max . . . that was amazing."
"I thought maybe . . . maybe I shouldn't have hit you."
Tempest reached up and brushed his cheek with her fingertips. "That was perfect . . . the way you took control . . . you made me your slut . . . I know you'd never hurt me, Max."
He wiped his eyes.
"I'm sorry for using the safe word on you," she said sheepishly. "I . . . I probably should have taken it until you were done, but I . . . I needed to hold you."
"Don't be sorry, my love. The safe word is for you to use any time. I should have heard it the first time."
"We'll work on that," Tempest winked. She pulled Max down to her. They kissed tenderly.
"So you're okay?"
"Yes, Max," she replied. Content. "Don't you dare move."
He nuzzled up to her, their bodies pressed together. She purred softly when he kissed her neck. She ran her hands up and down his back.
"I love you, Tempest," he whispered in her ear.
Max drifted off a moment later, knowing only the bliss of being as close to his lover as he possible could be.
*************
"So tell me one of your fantasies."
Max lay on top of Tempest. They went out to dinner with his co-workers again, then returned to work and played Overwatch with her sisters for a little while before making love in his room. He had to change his routine and had housekeeping in every other day to change the sheets and towels.
She was face-down on the bed, her arms and legs splayed out. His spent cock was still inside her.
He kissed the back of her neck. His hands were underneath her chest, desperately clutching her breasts.
They lay there for a long moment, in post-coital bliss. Max tried to figure out if he was being set up with a loaded premise.
"I . . . um, . . . .you know . . ."
"It's okay, Max. This is hot sex fantasy time," Tempest giggled. "Let me guess: You want the two girl threesome."
"Well, yeah," he admitted sheepishly.
"What if I told you I'd do that for you? What if I told you I'd been with a girl before?" If she could have seen his face, his eyes were wide as saucers. "Does that bother you? My parents aren't like those stupid 'sister wives' on TV where three women share one husband but secretly resent each other. My moms are in love with each other as much as they are with my dad. We grew up watching our parents show affection to each other, so I never thought it strange that I might be attracted to another girl."
She turned her head and kissed Max on the cheek.
"Her name is Jodi. I've known her since kindergarten. She kissed me one night when she was sleeping over."
"So you . . . um . . . would she . . ."
Tempest snickered as he stammered. "She's not your type, Max. She's not into guys, and she's a skinny bitch with a flat chest and cute little bubble butt."
"Did you, uh . . . do you love her?"
"No, Max, I was never in love with her. It's why we haven't talked since high school." Tempest let a sorrowful sigh. "She asked me to prom . . . and I said no. She taught me a lot about myself, but she was also catty and insecure. She said I broke her heart."
"But you'd be okay with . . . with having another girl . . . with me?"
"That depends: What do you want to do with us? . . . Hypothetically."
"Well, hypothetically . . . I'd like to watch you make out with her. Eat each other out."
"So is she for me . . . or for you?" Tempest's voice was sultry. And a little curious.
"Mostly for you." Max kissed his lover on the back of her neck. "I can barely keep up with your horniness. I don't know if I can handle the pressure of keep up with two of you."
Tempest giggled. "What else do you want us to do?"
"I want to watch you sixty-nine with her."
"That would be hot. I think you should fuck me while she eats me out." Max's spent cock began to harden at the thought of his girlfriend actually talking about having a threeway with him. "Or maybe you'd like to be the center of attention. How would you like that, Max? Maybe if it were Kaylee and I sucking your cock at the same time. Or maybe you'd like a shot at my mom . . ."
Despite his recognition of an obviously loaded question, Max's pulse raced at the thought of making love to the three buxom women, including the one beneath him.
"I see someone likes the thought of that," Tempest giggled. Max lifted himself off of her. His cock fell out of her slick pussy. She rolled over and spread her legs. Max slipped back into her easily. "Maybe you'd like to have a whole herem of pussy at your beck and call, like my dad."
Max clutched her breasts and they fell into an easy rhythm as he began to harden.
"What if I brought you a girl or two back to be with us? You'd like that, wouldn't you? . . . Yes, I think you would. Mr. Happy would like that. . . . But then you'd have to do a two guy threesome with me."
"I . . .um . . ."
"Don't chicken out on me now, Max!" she laughed. "You don't have to make out with him or fuck him . . . although that would be pretty hot!"
"Well, I just . . . don't . . ."
"I love the idea of being taken by two or three or four guys," Tempest continued. "I want to be used by cocks."
"You're a greedy little minx," Max recovered. "Does my cock not satisfy you?"
"Your cock is wonderful, Max," she replied, her voice dreamy. "But I want a cock in my mouth and my pussy at the same time. Would you like that? Would you like to spit roast me?"
"Maybe I want to make a sandwich out of you," he said, realising that talking about her fantasies was making them both hot. He also knew that if he was ever going to get her to agree to a two-girl threesome, he'd have to agree to a two-guy threesome. "Maybe I'll make you ride another guy, while I fuck you up your butt."
"My big butt."
"Your wonderful butt." Max kissed her neck, drawing a delighted squeal from his lover.
Tempest began to grind her hips to meet his slow thrusts.
"Maybe there could be a third guy," she moaned as Max gave her ripe breasts a firm squeeze. "They could be in my pussy and mouth, while you're in my ass making me airtight."
"I think you'd like that." Max began to grind against her, his cock filling her. They fell into an easy rhythm. "But I don't know that I can do that."
"Why not, Max?" She sounded disappointed.
"Because I'm a jealous, crazy lover, sweetheart. I can't stand the idea of anyone else being with you. I know that probably makes me a bad person and a hypocrite, but . . . but I want you all to myself. When my cock is inside you, it will be the only one you have." Max pulled his cock back and then thrust back into her. "So maybe I'll get a couple of my friends to come over . . . and make you strip for them, and tease them. And then I'll let them gangbang you while I watch."
Tempest shuddered at the thought of being taken by his friends. Max didn't mind fueling her fantasies, even if neither of them was really serious about making them happen.
It was fun for them to explore the possibilities. For the rest of the night, in between the sex, they talked of all the "what ifs" before fall asleep in each others's arms. Content.
*************
"Can you stay a few extra days?" Tempest yawned. She stretched, partially to get her back to pop, but also to push her chest out just for Max. The sun was just coming up. Max would be getting ready to go to work in a little bit.
The alarm hadn't gone off yet, but they lay in one anothers's arms, not wanting to let go.
"The last night they're paying for me to stay here is Thursday, and we have flights out on Friday," he reminded her, while playfully groping her breasts. "And my parents expect me home for Christmas."
"Let's stay here for a few more days," she batted her eyes at him. "My parents and sisters are coming down and getting a condo over the weekend. You can stay with us."
"They're coming here for Christmas?"
"We're going to Disney for Christmas," Tempest corrected him. "You'll hear the story plenty of times, but my moms and dad hooked up at Disney World back when they were in college. They always stay at the Old Key West Resort; my Momma calls it 'The Scene of the Crime'."
"I don't want to intrude on your holidays." In Max's mind, he was already trying to come up with an explanation for his family as to why he was skipping out on Christmas at home with them.
"Now you're just making horseshit excuses." Tempest snorted before playing her final card. "Besides, Monday is my birthday."
"What? Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"You never asked."
"I haven't gotten you anything."
"Then your present can be you spending Christmas with my family. You already were around at Halloween and you got out of Thanksgiving with them."
"Christmas is really your birthday?"
"Well, technically my birthday is on the twenty-first, but legally, my sisters and I were all born on Christmas Day. It's a long story. You'll probably hear it a couple of times over the weekend."
Tempest rolled Max over on to his back. Her hand strayed down between his legs and she brought his semi-hard cock to its full length.
"Now you're playing dirty." Max closed his eyes as Tempest stroked him.
"So are you going to stay with us for Christmas? It won't cost you anything," she nibbled on his ear, making his skin crawl. Unconsciously, Max began to thrust his hips up into her hand. "How about if I give you a morning suck and fuck? Will that do it?"
His eyes were hooded over with pleasure. "I never want you out of my sight, my love. I will stay with you every day that you'll have me."
"Then fuck me now, and you'd better fuck me again when you get back tonight."
*************
It was Max's first Christmas with a big family. His mom was disappointed that he wouldn't be home for Christmas, but his parents understood.
Her family had rented one of the three bedroom condos at the Old Key West Resort; Max couldn't imagine how much it cost for a weekend around the holidays.
"Our folks have been Disney Vacation Club members forever," Brooke told him when he asked. Like her sisters and parents, she wouldn't take any money from him when he offered, either.
Tempests dad and moms stayed in the master bedroom. The kids, including the quads, Gwen & her girlfriend and Bryan & Emily, all crashed in the other beds.
Kaylee was in the work up phase prior to a deployment somewhere over the Pacific flying an EA-18G on electronic warfare missions, and wasn't able to make it. Gabi and Kristopher were visiting his parents for the holidays.
Max was accepted as a fact in Tempest's life. He found out everyone in the family had a Disney Annual Pass, and somewhere along the way, Tempest had picked up one for him, too.
They ended up staying through New Year's Day, and Max was even subjected to a fair amount of good-natured ribbing from her sisters and parents.
The two of them rang in the new year with her family at Disney Springs, then raced with her back to the condo, making Tempest the first member of her family to get lucky in 2018.
They flew home the next day, and Max surprised her by showing up on her doorstep on January third. "Pack a bag."
"We're going back to school on Thursday," she pouted. "Classes start on Monday."
