Erotic Weekend by Cheyenne McCray Page A

nipples,
and the dangling beads lightly caressed the swell of her breasts. The pleasure
and pain was incredibly erotic and she was even more turned on than she had
been before, which was definitely saying something.
    “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He cupped her
breasts and massaged them, and she felt like blood was rushing straight to her
head. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
    “Yes, Master.” Andi raised her hips in a
plea for him to take her. “Yes!”
    Derrick groaned and grasped his cock in his
hand. He brought the head to her folds, and rubbed it against her slick flesh.
She pulled against her bonds, wanting to reach for him, at the same time, she
squirmed with the need to have him deep inside her.
    He stroked her clit with the head of his
cock while he kept his gaze focused on hers. “Are you ready to be fucked hard?”
    Andi almost screamed. “Yes, Master. Please
fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can.”
    Derrick gave a look of satisfaction the
moment before he drove his cock inside her.
    This time she did scream. It came out of
nowhere, shocking her the same way her body was shocked at how he filled her
and stretched her wide. She pumped her hips in rhythm with his. She tugged
against her silken bonds, wanting to go wild beneath him. Wanting to scrape her
nails along his back, down to his tight ass where she would clench him as he
drove in and out of her.
    He fucked her so hard her head banged
against the pole and his hips bruised the inside of her thighs. The tent seemed
to swirl around her, the bright colors blending with the incredible sensations
she was experiencing. The clamps tight upon her nipples, the silk and gauze of
the harem outfit against her skin. The feel of every thrust Derrick made within
her pussy.
    She was so close to coming, so close.
Vaguely she remembered she wasn’t supposed to come without permission and she
barely kept from toppling over the edge before she asked him, “Please may I
come, Master?”
    “Not yet.” Sweat rolled down his strong jaw
and his dark hair was damp around his face. His arms were braced to either side
of her head and his biceps bulged.
    Andi moaned, so close to coming that she
was certain she wouldn’t make it a moment longer. And then he shouted, “Come
for me, baby!” and her world spun out of control as she screamed. Her climax
hit her so powerfully that her body bucked with one aftershock after another.
    Derrick shouted and she felt his cock
pumping within her core, his warmth filling her up.
    He collapsed against her, just holding
himself up enough that he wasn’t crushing her. “My God, Andi.” His breathing
came sharp and fast. “What have you done to me?”
    She was breathing so hard she couldn’t have
gotten a word out if she’d tried. Spasms continued to rock her body, her pussy
clenching around Derrick’s cock, still buried inside her.
    He gave a low groan and brushed his lips
over hers. “You’re mine, baby. All mine.”

Chapter Eleven
     
    After another erotic meal, a dinner that
had left her beyond needing a climax again, Derrick led Andi by her leash to
the dungeon. She wore only the g-string now, and her high heels. He had also
insisted on protocol this time, and she walked with her eyes downcast, her
hands behind her back, several paces behind him.
    And her heart was pounding like mad.
    Her heels clicked against stone as he led
her down spiraling steps into the dark depths beneath the resort. Down, down,
down.
    The world slipped away when the steps ended
at a darkened corridor that was a tunnel carved in stone. She became aware of
the hiss and spit of torches burning in brackets, the only light offered in the
dimness. Of the sound of her breathing, the feeling of cool air against her
naked breasts and the dank smell of the tunnel. The clunk of Derrick’s boots,
and the steady drop of water in the distance.
    Andi shivered and slowed as a moment of
fear overcame her. What am I doing?
    The tug on her leash brought her back to
the