The Cabin: Chloe's Story (Book Two) (The Cabin Novellas) Page 6

  “Yes,” I groaned as he pushed his cock harder still into me. “Yes.”

  Thirteen

  Ben

  I don’t know how long I’d been asleep for, but when I woke, it wasn’t my head that ached, but my arms. They felt heavy and tired as if I’d been lifting weights. I tried to move them, but they wouldn’t budge. I could hear a rattling noise, like chains being rubbed together. I tried to move my arms again, and it was then I realised my wrists had been handcuffed to the headboard.

  “Hey,” I hollered into the total darkness that surrounded me. “Chloe, this isn’t funny, you know. Now stop messing about and unchain...”

  “Shhh,” I heard her say from somewhere in the room. “Just take a deep breath and relax.”

  “But I told you I can’t relax with that guy and his wife...” I started.

  “Shhh...” she came again, her hand pressing gently against my mouth.

  I breathed deeply as my heart began to race. What the hell had gotten into her? I was going to be so pissed at her when she unchained me. It would be me leaving her – not the other way around. She slowly lifted her hand from my lips again.

  “C’mon, Chloe...that’s enough fun and games...” I tried to reason with her in the darkness.

  Then, feeling my head being lifted from off the pillow, I felt her place something soft like a hanky into my mouth. I gasped, and suddenly felt as if I were going to choke. I bit down on the material and shook my head from side to side.

  Enough already, I wanted to yell at her, but I felt as if I could hardly breathe, let alone speak. I tried to work the cloth, or whatever it was, from my mouth with my tongue. But before I could push it free, Chloe had wrapped a necktie or something around my head to hold it in place. She knotted it at the back, then gently lay my head back against the pillow.

  I shook my head violently from left to right, making a gagging sound in protest.

  “Relax,” she whispered, her breath feeling warm against my cheek. Where in the hell had she learnt all this kinky stuff? From those freaking websites – that’s where, I cursed inside. I felt and heard Chloe move away. What else did she have planned for me? I wondered.

  I felt her fingers slowly loosen my belt, which looped about the waist of my denims. With my arms fastened to the bed behind me, and unable to resist, I felt my boxer shorts and jeans being pulled slowly down off my legs. Completely naked and feeling a little vulnerable in the dark, I felt Chloe’s fingers take hold of my cock. I knew it felt soft in her hands, and I shut my eyes in shame, even though it was dark and we couldn’t see each other. She began to slowly slide her fingers up and down the length of my cock. Knowing that it was useless to resist – I was going nowhere until Chloe had her way with me – I tried to relax just like she had told me to. I tried to forget that Jack and his wife, Jess, were somewhere in The Cabin. Perhaps they were asleep themselves by now. What was the time? I had no idea.

  As I tried to clear my mind of any worries and fears, I felt the tip of Chloe’s tongue flicker over the tip of my cock. The sensation tingled. She did it again. This time, making her tongue linger longer, slowly moving around the end of my cock in a circular motion. I felt myself stiffen slightly and she responded by working her tongue faster. Chloe ran her tongue slowly up and down the length of me. The muscles in my stomach tightened as my cock responded to her gentle caressing. At the base of my cock, she coldly blew over my balls. They filled with an aching desire I hadn’t felt for so long, I could barely remember. She then did something I was convinced she had never done before. Slowly and carefully, she took one of my balls into her mouth. Chloe tugged on it gently with her lips and I felt my cock tremor, now fully erect and hard. Sensing my growing pleasure, Chloe turned her attention to my other ball, prodding at it with her tongue before taking it into her mouth, where she let her long tongue roll over it.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I had come, and Chloe was fast bringing me to orgasm. Much to my own surprise, I didn’t want to come just yet. I didn’t want this growing sense of pleasure to stop. Even though at first, I hadn’t been happy about being handcuffed and gagged, it now seemed to add to what Chloe was doing to me. I liked the fact she had taken charge and there was nothing I could do to stop her. It was like she had total control of my happiness and pleasure.

  Chloe took her mouth from over my balls, and sliding her hand slowly up and down my cock, she blew cool breath over the tip of it, which now felt hot and swollen. Chloe then placed her lips around me and slowly pushed me into her mouth. I felt her tongue slide over my cock, and I jerked my hips up off the bed, wanting her to take as much of me as she could. She drew her mouth up and down the length of it and my balls felt as if they were going to explode. I tried to hold back. The muscles in my thighs tensed as I fought off the orgasm that was fighting to consume me. As she sucked me in and out of her mouth, I could feel her long hair trailing over my stomach, and this only heightened my pleasure. I wanted to tell her how she was making me feel. I wanted to tell Chloe that I was close to coming, and however much I wanted to come in her mouth, I wanted to fuck her so badly, too.

  Skillfully bringing me to the point of coming, Chloe stopped. That overpowering sense of urgency I felt to come started to fade just a little. I screwed my eyes tight and willed myself not to come – not just yet. I wanted to fuck her more than I ever had. I wanted to tell her to roll onto all fours so I could grip her candy arse while I fucked her hard. But I couldn’t say or do anything. Chloe was totally in control.

  I felt her get up off the bed. I could hear the soft patter of her feet against the soft carpet as she crossed the room. Where was she going? Why didn’t she come back and untie me so I could fuck her? Was she going to let me feel just some of the frustration I now understood she must have felt over the last couple of years? Suddenly the light came on, and I shut my eyes tight against the glare. The light wasn’t bright; it was only the bedside lamp Chloe had turned on, but because I had been in complete darkness, the light, however weak, dazzled me. Slowly I opened my eyes and they bulged in their sockets. Standing naked beside the bed wasn’t Chloe, but Jack’s wife, Jess.

  As if reading the shock in my eyes, she leant over me to untie my gag. As she did, her breasts hovered just an inch from my face. They were big and full in shape. Her nipples stood out, and were a light creamy brown. Still feeling turned on, I fought the desperate urge and need to raise my head from the pillow and take them into my mouth. She pulled the gag free and looked down at me.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” I gasped, drawing breath now that I was free of the gag.

  “I was sucking your gorgeous cock,” she whispered back.

  I glanced down the length of me and my erection hadn’t softened one bit. It stood up from the center of me, throbbing to be touched again.

  “Untie me,” I demanded.

  “Why, so you can fuck me?” she teased.

  “I’m not going to fuck you,” I snapped. “You’re not my wife.”

  “But you let me suck your cock,” she said, kneeling over me and taking hold of it again.

  “I thought you were Chloe” I said. “Now untie me. What would happen if your husband were to find us?”

  “He’s asleep in the other room,” she said. “Don’t worry, he’s a deep sleeper.” Her pretty brown eyes looked down into mine.

  “What if Chloe were to come back?” I said, as she slowly slid her hand up and down the length of my cock.

  “She won’t be back for a while,” Jess breathed as she traced her full red lips over the tip of my cock. “She said she was going out for a long walk to get some air. I’d be surprised if she even came back tonight. She looked pretty mad when she left.”

  “Just release me,” I snapped, terrified at the thought of being caught like this by Chloe, but also terrified by the fact that there was a part of me which didn’t want Jess to stop at all.

  “Doesn’t it feel nice?” she teased, running her tongue up the length of me.


  “Just stop,” I said.

  “You want to fuck me,” she smiled, her hand continuing to slowly slide up and down my cock.

  “I want to fuck my wife,” I said firmly. “Now just release me.”

  With a smile turning up the corners of her luscious lips, Jess climbed from the bed. As she came towards me, I watched her firm breasts sway gently from side to side. I half closed my eyes. Her stomach was flat and she had a small, neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hair making a small ‘V’ shape between her smooth thighs. I tried to push the thought away of what lay between them. Leaning over me again, Jess unfastened the restraint. I snapped my arms free at once. There were red circular rings about each wrist, and I rubbed them as I climbed from the bed.

  Snatching up my boxer shorts and jeans, I headed towards the door. Before I’d reached it, I heard Jess speak softly from the bed.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to fuck me?” she whispered.

  Unable to fight the temptation, I looked back over my shoulder to find her lying on top of the bed. She had opened her legs and drawn her knees up. Her firm breasts poked upwards, her long dark brown hair curling around them. I looked at those two mounds of soft flesh. As if trying to entice me, she parted her legs a little wider.

  “Fuck me?” she breathed, with a playful smile.

  With my cock throbbing and balls aching, I looked back at the door. Then, throwing my boxer shorts and jeans onto the floor, I headed back across the room to where Jess lie waiting for me on the bed. Pushing her legs apart with my hands, I thrust my cock deep inside of her.

  “Fuck me slow, real slow,” she moaned beneath me.

  Fourteen

  Chloe

  Crying out as another orgasm raced through me, I almost collapsed into the armchair. I gasped in breath as Jack continued to push himself into me. How he had managed to go for so long without reaching his own orgasm amazed me.

  Withdrawing his cock from me, Jack pulled me up into a standing position. Kneeling before me, he slid my panties down over my stockings. Running his strong hands up the insides of my legs, he drew his fingers along the wet trail which had run from me. Gripping my arse hard with both hands, he thrust my pussy towards his face. With his tongue, he licked away my come. He drew the tip of his tongue up the inside of my thighs. Pushing my legs apart, he then began to lick my clit. He slid his long tongue slowly and deliberately over me, and I thought my legs might just buckle. Sensing this, Jack pushed me back into the chair. Then grabbing my legs, he hooked them over each of the chair’s arms. With my legs spread wide, he lunged his head between my thighs. He sucked my clit between his lips. At once, I could feel that undeniable ache building within me again. He sucked on me, licked me, and then entered me with his tongue. I squirmed and groaned with pleasure in the armchair, as he pushed his tongue deep inside of me. Sitting back in the chair with my legs spread wide, Jack ran his tongue from my wet hole, down over my crotch, then gliding it over my arse. The nerve endings twitched there with a kind of forbidden arousal. He then pushed the tip of his tongue deeper still and began to slowly arse fuck me with it.

  I lost my fingers in his hair and moved his head back and forth as his rhythm built. I felt like a cheap, dirty whore as he slipped his tongue in and out of my arse. As I pushed down on his tongue, the sense of excitement and pleasure welling up inside of me started all over again.

  “That feels so fucking dirty,” I whispered, leaning my head back and closing my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his tongue pleasuring me down there.

  “Do you like feeling dirty?” he said, bringing his face up from between my thighs.

  “Yes,” I moaned, feeling more turned on than I ever had.

  Then without saying anything, Jack pushed me further back into the chair. With my legs still dangling over each side, he leant over me. I felt the end of his cock brush over my arse. He then pushed against it. I knew what he wanted to do next. I had never been fucked in the arse before, the whole thing had just seemed wrong to me. But the thought of doing something which I considered to be so wrong also excited me, and made a pang of pleasure flutter through me. He pressed the tip of his cock against my arse, and I looked at him. He looked back at me and said nothing. He didn’t seek my permission or even ask if it was what I wanted. Closing my eyes tight, I felt his cock slide into my arse. At first it felt unnatural, but in a strange kind of way, that’s what made it feel so fucking good. I let out a deep moan and it was a noise I had never heard myself make before while having sex. I wanted to groan out loud again, so I did. It was like I couldn’t help myself. The feeling was unique and intense.

  Jack slowly drew his cock in and out of me, and the feeling became overwhelming. I started to cry out. Not in pain but from a weird kind of thrill. My whole being was writhing with a sea of different sensations. On one level I felt shameful, used, and I hated this man for doing this to me. But on another level, as he continued to push his cock in and out of me, I felt a certain kind of warmness for him. I looked into his face as he fucked me, and he looked hot and primal. Seeing that look on his face made me feel like I wanted to be fucked like never before.

  “Fuck me,” I almost begged him. All I wanted now was to be fucked. That one thought – that one desire consumed me and I had no idea where such a powerful urge had come from. “Fuck me!” I groaned.

  I started to writhe uncontrollably in the chair and I was shaking all over. Everything he was doing to me felt so dirty and kinky. It was like we had gone back to basics, and both of us were nothing more than animals. There was nothing more basic than the need to be fucked by him. All at once it hurt, felt amazingly good, felt wrong, and yet felt right. “Just fuck me,” I gasped again.

  Sliding his cock from my arse, Jack pulled me to the ground. With every part of my body burning with excitement, I knew I’d never felt so untamed and wild before. Pushing me onto all fours, Jack drove his thick hot cock into my pussy. I cried out and did everything I could to fight back the orgasm which threatened to break free inside of me.

  Thrusting his hips back and forth, and feeling overwhelmed with an intoxicating lust for him, I rode my hips backwards and forwards. The feeling of his cock pounding against me felt mind-blowing. It was only moments before my whole body began to shake violently and tremble as I came.

  “Harder. Fuck me harder,” I gasped, gripping the edge of the rug I was kneeling on.

  Jack sped up, his solid hips thrusting backwards and forwards. As my orgasm rippled through me, I pushed my pussy down onto his cock and grinded myself against him. I wanted every last bit of him inside of me.

  “Yes,” I groaned out loud. “Keep fucking me just like that.”

  Jack pushed harder still, urged on by my cries of pleasure. It was then his turn to come. I heard his breathing quicken and fall in time with his driving hips.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he roared.

  His movements built to a crescendo. I could feel his whole body lock, then shake wildly as he came deep inside of me.

  He cried out and so did I, years’ worth of frustration fleeing my body in a wave of ecstasy. Dropping onto my elbows, Jack collapsed over me. Sliding his cock from me, we dropped into a heap on the rug. I continued to tremble, my toes and fingers feeling tingly. My heart raced in my chest, and I gasped in lungfuls of air. Happy to lay and catch my breath for a few minutes, Jack stood up and dressed. Without saying anything to me, he went to the door, opened it, and was gone.

  The door swung shut and again I was alone. By leaving so soon and without so much as a word, Jack was telling me there was definitely no strings attached to the fuck we had just shared. We had fucked and that’s all it was ever going to be.

  Fifteen

  Ben

  “I love the way your cock feels inside of me,” Jess whispered in my ear.

  To hear her say that made my cock stiffen more than I ever thought it could.

  “Fuck me nice and slow,” she moaned, dragging her nails down the length of my back. I eased
myself in and out of her, nice and slow, just like she asked. She wrapped her soft creamy thighs around me.

  “Nice and slow,” she almost seemed to hum in my ear.

  I guided my cock in and out of her. Resting on my elbows, I looked down into her face. She bit her lower lip and gasped. To be with her went against everything I believed in, but I just couldn’t stop myself. It was like I had lost control of my mind. I couldn’t ever remember wanting a woman so badly.

  “Oh, yeah,” she breathed as I pushed my cock so slowly in and out of her. “Just like that. Mmm... keep fucking me just like that.”

  My balls throbbed between my legs and I wanted to tell her I was going to come. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it back for. I closed my eyes, sliding in and out of her. Without even realising it, I started to speed up. Jess sensed this.

  “Are you close?” she whispered with a smile, as if knowing she had full control over me.

  “Yes,” I whispered back.

  “Do you want to come in me?” she said, smiling, knowing perfectly well that I did.

  “Yes,” I groaned, pushing myself deeper into her.

  “Not just yet,” she said. “When I’m ready, and not before.”

  Reaching between my legs, she squeezed the base of my cock gently with her long fingers. The desire to come faded a little.

  “Is that better?” she asked me with a sweet smile.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Good,” she said, sliding my cock from her.

  I ached with desire. All I wanted to do was pin her to the bed and fuck her. I had to draw on every part of my will to stop myself from doing this. Rolling over on the giant bed, she thrust her arse into the air.

  “Spank my arse,” she whispered, looking back at me, her eyes only half open.

  Kneeling behind her, I gently slapped her arse. She made a soft gasping noise.

  “Harder,” she sighed. “Just a little harder.”