Chapter 28

I picked up my phone. “That’s good.” I thumbed the intensity up to eighty percent and she caved. Her knees met and her pussy gushed in a flood. “Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me!”

I swiped the intensity down to forty percent and untied the rope from its anchor. I grabbed her by the arm and walked her carefully to the covered hot tub. I helped her step up on the pavers that I had put in place purposely for this. The height was perfect. I pushed her face down onto the hot tub cover and spread her legs. I warmed her ass with a pair of smacks that made her scream with her lips tight together.

I stepped up behind her and pushed my cock into that sopping pussy, and I fucked her for all I was worth. Fucking against a nearly immovable object was amazing. Indoors on a table or bed, we often move the furniture around, but out here, I could really cut loose. I hammered into that sweet pussy as though my life depended on it. I pulled back on her shapely hips and lost myself in the feeling of the vibrator and her pelvic muscles squeezing my cock. It was incredible.

Thanks to that amazing blow job earlier, I was able to last a while and I enjoyed every second. Her pussy was so wet and slippery that the friction was reduced so I lasted even longer. I loved hearing her moan with her lips closed tightly. She did well, only losing control once, as she writhed and came beneath me. “Hooooooaaaahhhhh! Oh, oh, ohhhhh! It’s so good, it’s soooo gooood,” she wailed with her nose touching the padded hot tub cover. Probably a bit louder than she should have. But I was confident that it wouldn’t be the first time our neighbors might have heard our passionate cries.

Just seconds before I filled her womb with my cum, I shut off the claw. I wanted her to feel me, feel every blast of my cum as I filled her. She gasped and collapsed, and I growled deep in my chest and flooded her sopping cunt. Stars whirled in my vision, and I collapsed into her, breathing hard. I stayed inside her for about a minute as I caught my breath. Finally, I stepped back and gave her an affectionate pat on her ass. My handprints there were nicely red, but not raised welts, for which I was glad.

I picked up my phone and left her there, lying limp on the hot tub. “You can untie yourself,” I said as I walked into the house.

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I’ve no idea how long I laid on that hot tub. I couldn’t get my body to stop trembling. I’d just been given the most orgasmic experience of my life by the twenty-three-year-old man I was in love with. How many times had I cum? Five? Six? I’d heard of forced orgasms, but no man had ever much cared if I came or not. I had just been their toy.

I pulled my hands to me and examined the knot. He was right. I could have gotten out of it quite easily. A tug or two with my teeth and some fingering and I was free. I looked at my wrists and found nothing beyond a little redness that would be gone by morning. I stood unsteadily and looked at the stacked bricks beneath my feet. They were leftover pavers that had been stacked next to the shed. He’d used them to make sure I was at the perfect height to be bent over the hot tub. I saw the bottle of lube on the plant shelf. He’d thought of everything. I gingerly removed the red toy from my vagina and examined it. It was knurled where it contacted my flesh and was smooth on the outside of the claw so that it felt good when he slid into my pussy with it. I could feel his cum draining from my pussy as I stood there.

I brought everything into the house and put it all on the dining room table. Gabe was sitting on the sofa, once again dressed in his jeans. I walked up and stood before him with my head down. He looked up at me and smiled, holding his arms open for me. I straddled his lap and our lips met feverishly.

I felt him unlock and remove my collar. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him like I’d never kissed another man. When we broke this kiss and looked into each other’s eyes; it was magical.

He looked at me a little sheepishly, “Was it okay?”

“Baby, I don’t have the words. It was amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

He kissed me. “I’m glad.”

I sighed. “You are my Alpha, and I never, ever, want another.”

We sat together and held each other for about ten minutes. It was Gabe who broke our reverie. “Just umm … just so you know, the Grainger’s are off on a cruise this week.”

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That night as we slipped into bed Gabe turned to me and I looked into his eyes as he spoke. “I’d still like you to come with me to St. Augustine. I’m off this weekend and we can drive up early Saturday and stay the night. We can come back on Sunday afternoon.” He smiled. “You’ve been fucked in a lot of hotel rooms.” It was a statement, so I didn’t respond. He grinned mischievously. “But how about in a hundred and fifty-year-old hotel?”

My curiosity was piqued, and I smiled at him.

Gabe nodded. “St. Augustine was settled in the mid-1500s by the Spaniards so there are a lot of old buildings. The Casa Triana is a great old place just off Ponce de Leon Boulevard. It’s got restaurants and bars nearby. I’ll drop you off, go meet Mom, and then we’ll have a terrific evening afterward.”

I looked at him and kissed him hard, then I got up and walked to our bedroom door in that leg-over-leg way that he loves. I stopped at the door and looked over my shoulder. “I’m not sure sweetie, perhaps you can come in here and convince me.”

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