The Plan Ch 08

With that he stood and took off his pants and underwear with a single pull and discarded them to the same corner her cover up occupied. There he paused and looked down at his angry red and straining cock. With each heartbeat it pulsed upward slightly and he could almost feel the heat it radiated. He was proud of his cock. It was seven inches long and, he had been told, exceptionally thick. He looked down and saw her looking up at his cock with worry in her eyes. She swallowed behind the gag.

His right hand reached down and tore off the duct tape gag. It seemed like he was dreaming as he bent his knees and slowly lowered his cock toward her face. She saw it coming and struggled against the restraints. Her eyes got big and wide and her pupils dilated with fear.

"Please, oh please, don't do this," she babbled desperately. "Please, just let me go and I won't tell anyone, I promise. Please, please ... don't, don't ... DOOOON'T!"

His cock neared her lips and she jerked against the restraints.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed as she snapped her head away from his cock. She flinched away from him and closed her eyes.

His cock seemed like it was on fire. He needed to release the energy pent up inside him, but she wasn't having anything to do with it. What to do? Then, in another strangely detached moment, he saw his finger trace a heart in the smear of his blood on her cheek while he considered her.

"SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Her shouts enraged him all over again. Again, he felt the stab of rejection. He hated that feeling.

Quickly his mind ticked through alternatives to end the standoff and get his cock in her mouth. He could choke her out again and use her body any way he wanted while she was unconscious, but that wasn't part of the plan. He could cover her nose and force her to breathe through her mouth thus opening it or he could put the knife to her throat and force her to open her mouth, but it suddenly dawned on him that no matter what he did there was the ever-present danger she would simply bite his cock off. No, to get his cock in her mouth she was going to have to allow it for some reason. But what could that be?

He cast about the room and hoped for alternatives and that's when he saw it. With a chortle in cruel amusement, he stooped and yanked her head up with a handful of hair. With his free hand he pointed so she could see it too.

Her powder blue bikini bottoms had a small dark spot on them.

Specifically, there was a tiny dark spot over her vagina. She was excited and wet and he knew it. He knew it as certainly as the sunrise because of the dark blue stain on her powder blue bikini bottoms. He looked back at her and she knew it too. A wicked and delighted smile crept over his face.

"I know a secret," he chanted to her in playground rhythm. Her eyes filled with anguish, like a teenager caught stealing at the mall. But there was something else in her eyes as well; that dark shadow of sexuality he had seen before that danced just out of view. Her secret tangy tart center had asserted itself.

Still smiling at her he placed his hand on her right side. Then, very slowly and gently he traced his hand down along the path her own hand had traveled that day she masturbated on the blanket.

"Please ...!" she protested. Or was she asking? The words were still desperate, but the lacked force. Instead, her words were slightly breathy and it was laced with something else. She squirmed a bit, but there was no resistance behind it. Her flesh quivered under his touch as his hand slid along her hip and down her stomach towards its goal.

He had her.

His fingertips reached the upper fabric of her bikini bottom and there he paused.

"Oh, ... please ... YES!"

There was no resistance left in her now. After his fingertips teased her skin just under the lip of the fabric for a moment, he eased his hand under her bottoms to her pussy and there warm slickness greeted him. She gave him a wild look as he trailed one finger up and down between her labia and gently explored to find her clitoris. Her little sigh told him when he found it and he left his finger tips on it so he didn't lose his place.

He turned his eyes back to her face and she met his gaze with eyes half closed and lips parted. Her cheek muscles relaxed, so he released her hair and kissed her stomach gently. In response she let out a shaky moan and bit her lip.

"That's my girl. A good little slut," he cooed. "Dirty and horny."

She shuddered and gave a little squeak as his fingers began to rotate around and around her clit in the pattern she had used when she got herself off at the lake. He took his time and changed directions. Soon she pressed her head down into the mattress and lifted her hips up to his hand. Her mouth circled a small "oh" that forced its way out and crimson blushed on her body as he slid his fingers over and around her clit. A sharp inhale told him that he touched the exact spot she had used at the lake, so he focused his efforts there. Her pleasure mesmerized him.

But then his cock reminded him what he had wanted from her, so he stopped his ministrations on her pussy, stood up and walked to the top of the cot. This time as he lowered his cock her mouth came open and her tongue pushed out greedily. As he neared her, she lifted her head off the cot and accepted the head of his cock between her plump lips. There he paused as he felt her tongue begin to explore up and down the few inches of his shaft in her mouth, then her lips fixed possessively, but gently around it. Her tongue tickled the space below the head of his cock and he melted into the warm, welcoming slickness of her saliva, the possessive yet pleading grip of her lips and the teasing dart of her tongue. Her head slowly bobbed up as her mouth gave him stunning pleasure and he couldn't help it when his eyes closed and he moaned aloud.

As if encouraged by his reaction, on her next stroke she slid her lips further up the shaft of his cock and her tongue worked more insistently. Mouth open, she slid farther up and then closed her lips firmly around his cock. On her down stroke her lips pulled gently down while her tongue, pressed broad and flat, worked against the underside of his cock. His cock strained in her mouth and he knew he was moments from losing control. Two or three more languid passes of her tongue on the shaft of his cock and he would have sprayed cum like a fountain, but she paused at the bottom of her last downstroke.

The lack of movement caused him to glance down and she looked up at him with moist, innocent doe eyes. With her lips still puckered, kiss like, around very tip of his cock she was the very portrait of pretty, submissive femininity. But he also saw a twinkle in her the corner of her eyes that teased him and at that the Beast roared forward furiously again. He was furious because he knew that she thought she had him in her power. He had been weak and yielded before, but not again. Not for her. Not this time.

He yanked his cock from her mouth with such suddenness he actually saw confusion on her face. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her face between his hands and pulled her head until it dangled off the cot so he could stand above her.

"Bitch," he hissed and rammed his cock into her mouth. Initially she gurgled in surprise at the force with which he pushed into her mouth. However, she didn't resist it either.

Pausing to set his feet and get his hands underneath her neck he watched a drop of blood from his face fall and splatter on her chest. She had done that to him. That realization made him even angrier and he aggressively pushed forward into her mouth, and battered past her tongue until he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her mouth. She lurched at the suddenness of this assault, but she didn't choke. Both of them seemed to be poised on the edge of something, almost as if they both considered their next moves.

For a few moments he held still with two thirds of his cock sheathed in her mouth, waiting for her to try to gag him out. But instead, he felt something unexpected. She opened her mouth and panted twice around his cock and then he felt her throat relax around the tip of his cock. Her lips reached up his shaft and she let the top of her head drop towards the floor. For a second, he got an unsettled sensation as she tried to swallow him whole and he pulled his cock out of her mouth in surprise.

"No, no," she gasped in protest as she reached with her tongue and lips to recapture his cock. "Do it! Do it to me!"

No further urging from her was necessary. His hips thrust forward in a long, deliberate push. His cock bored into her mouth and down her throat in one smooth, long motion. The bulge of his cock in her throat moved slowly but inevitably down towards her chest and she greedily vacuumed up the whole length. Once he was fully inside her, her lips clamped tightly around the base of his cock and she began to swallow in a slow rhythmic pattern, massaging the whole length of his cock with her mouth and throat. It made him light headed with pleasure and she tilted her head farther back and opened her mouth invitingly.

Holding her neck for leverage he withdrew a bit and then drove his cock back down her throat. Her mouth stayed open so he did it again ... and again ... and again. After five pumps he no longer pushed smoothly down her throat. Instead, he pulled back and thrusted with heavy force, pumping his anger and frustration into her throat like a piston. Her head hung there between his hands, passive and willing, and took everything he could pound down her throat without so much as a flinch. The bulge in her throat moved up and down tantalizingly, accepting his battering ram shoves. In that moment all he wanted was to fuck her throat until it was raw. He heard his voice, the Beasts gravelly snarl, spitting forth profanities at her, calling her vile and base things and in that moment, he treated her like she belonged to him. He owned her ... and it felt good.

"It's mine! It's all mine!" he snarled possessively.

She gurgled in response, but he didn't listen. Instead, he surged to go even deeper and finally he felt his groin pressed up against her face. He was as deep in her throat as he could get and she couldn't do anything to stop him. His head swam with power and he held there, fully buried in her throat with her lips sealed around the base of his cock. In answer she began to lustily milk his cock with her mouth and throat. If felt so spectacular he nearly lost himself and forgot the plan, but as he hovered there in ecstasy, the man asserted itself over the Beast and he held himself back from the finish.

In a frenzied moment he reached down, ripped her bikini bottoms off her body and resumed the circle motion over her clit. This time his pace was urgent and methodical and she lifted her hips to make her pussy more accessible. A muffled moan came out of her around his cock and he smirked with triumph.

"You dirty little thing!" he hissed. "You're a dirty little girl! A slut! A whore!"

She stopped sucking on his cock, paralyzed by the pleasure he was inflicting on her. Her mouth came open and she began to moan around his cock in rhythm to his strokes. He pulled back from her throat in a long, smooth move of his hips. She momentarily came to herself and jealously slurped on the shaft as she fought to keep it in her mouth as long as she could, but he was in control. Not her. Not now.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooo! Fuck!" she groaned as his cock escaped her mouth. Her head still hung off the cot and she moaned in rhythm with his fingers and strained against the chains that held her to the cot.

"Oh ... my ..." she tensed breathily, and then she screamed out, sharp and loud.

"FUCK!"

Her pussy spasmed and twitched under his fingers. Once, twice, three times. Her body jerked against the restraints and then went slack. He felt her juices flow out along his fingers and her lips swelled and her cheeks flushed with post-orgasmic color. A painful strain ached in his cock as his excitement went to the same fever pitch it had when he watched her masturbate by the lake.

It was time to complete the plan.