Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

Her eyes watched his hands as they travelled to her hips, and when at last he gripped her, she felt a warm flush. Panting softly, she pushed back against him, then let her hazel eyes slowly travel up to meet his own.

The way he met and held her gaze made her pant and her pussy quiver. She was lost in those eyes, eyes like liquid steel. She wondered again at how he managed to hold her so easily.

His harder thrusts force little pants and moans from her pouty lips, and soon enough she is riding with him, meeting him breath for breath, and thrust for thrust. When he seemed to lose his composure himself and grunt, as if he were rutting her, she felt a hot flood of juice drench her enmpty pussy and she can't help herself as she moans out, louder than she has before. She didn't know how he was doing it, but she feels herself nearing that delicious abyss again.

She pushes her ass to him during one of his particular harder thrusts and closes her eyes, as if the feeling of it is just so good that she can't help but writhe in ecstacy; and it wouldn't be far off.

As hot as he was making her feel, however, and as much as she wanted to hold his gaze, the handcuffed position she was forced in was causing a slow ache to build in her neck and she has to turn her head away from him to place her forehead on the mattress. She wanted to keep watching his hot body as it worked her little ass up into a frenzy, but she just couldn't hold that angle any longer.

 

[Poprockz]

Her eyes were gorgeous, and he couldn't help but be drawn to them. Two hazel windows to her soul, a soul that was defiant, resourceful, and yet soft and vulnerable at the same time. It was torture when she turned away, likely due to the position she was in.

Part of him ached to see her face again, to hold it in his hands and descend upon it, claiming her lips for his own. They had looked so tempting when she was moaning and panting, letting out her sounds of bliss as he rammed her with his strong hips. He was on cloud nine with the way she was responding to this, not even needing the vibe anymore to enjoy his engorged member making her ass gape.

Damien didn't know how much longer he himself could hold off cumming. All he knew was that every pant, moan, and move she made was bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He took a moment to slow down just a little, not slamming her, but still rolling quickly. Bending over her, he pressed his strong chest to her back and panted near her ear, kissing her neck hungrily several times. He was sweating, and he could feel that her skin was moist from their exuberant intercourse as well.

"I'm going to cum soon..." he breathed, giving her one last kiss before drawing back up onto his knees. His hands gripped her tightly as he started to put the full force of his body into his thrusts, pushing against her and slapping against her soft ass-cheeks. His wet balls, dripping from her fluids continued to slap her pussy with new vigor.

His steely grey eyes watched her, imagining what her face looked like as they neared their climax. The man's hips built up to a fever pitch, their bodies writhing as he eagerly claimed her ass. "I can't hold on. Fuck... I'm going to cum inside you... Cora, yes!" A particularly deep thrust was held as he arched his back, groaning loudly as he spurted thick ropes of virulent seed within her.

 

[Drobabes]

She loved the way his body leaned over her, and she tried to arch her back up into him for more. Her neck was especially sensitive and she tilted her chin so that he could have better access.

"I'm going to cum soon..."

"Ooh..." an especially lewd little moan left her lips and she parted her legs wider for him, practically begging him to give it to her. He didn't disappoint.

As his thrusts reached a new peak, her moans and became so loud that, if they had had neighbors, she might have been very embarrassed. As it were though, there were no neighbors, and she felt no shame.

Her pussy begins to spasm, his soft balls having been slapping against her clit with each thrust, adding to the overwhelming sensations in her ass. Suddenly she was there, feeling the beginning of what she knew was going to be her climax. What she wasn't prepared for though, was the way her name on lips would send her crashing into a new abyss.

As his hot cum shoots into her once tight little hole, her pussy let's loose with an unexpected little flood, squirting his balls with two hot little spurts as she cries out and begins to shake uncontrollably.

"Ooh, ooh FUCK!"

Her body clenches hard, even her ass, and she grips onto the the bars of the bed and holds it for dear life.

 

[Poprockz]

He could feel his balls clenching a bit as he was spurred on into emptying every drop of cum he could possibly manage. Her moans and cries were so lewd, it made him unimaginably turned on. The man gripped her thighs almost as though he was afraid that if he let go, the moment would jump to its feet and run off into the forest.; he couldn't remember a time when a woman had made him cum so hard, the sheer ecstasy of it making him almost feel weak.

It was like her ass was milking him, squeezing and spasming as she cried out and came. Part of him wished that she would have called out his name, but he wasn't going to be picky when it came to making her cum from anal for the first time. Besides, it was possible that his name was not the one that came to her lips most readily, and he had to chase away that thought in order to stay in his bliss.

The squirting of her juices was the cherry on top, his balls feeling the way she had spurted as her entire body seemed to tense. He groaned, unable to retrieve his cock and not wanting to attempt it, either. He was perfectly content to remain inside her for hours, simply feeling the warmth of her tight hole as it gripped his pole.

However, all good things had to come to an end, and he soon found her ass relaxing enough for him to slowly pull out. Her ass gaped wide, seemingly still hungry for more and he smiled, watching a little bit of his cum dribble out of it and onto the bed-sheets. He would have to remind himself to change them later. But first...

"So... was it as terrible as you thought it would be? I know I certainly had a wonderful time." He panted, his tone showing that he was a bit pleased with himself.

 

[Drobabes]

As he pulled himself carefully from her ass, she was finally able to let her body relax. Her muscles were sore from clenching so hard, so she stretches them by laying down on her belly and letting her chin rest on her arm. She didn't mind, for the moment, that she was still between his legs. She was much too busy with trying to catch her breath.

"So... was it as terrible as you thought it would be? I know I certainly had a wonderful time."

She had closed her eyes to rest, but his question catches her off guard. Opening them, she chooses to stare ahead of her instead of meet his gaze. She wasn't avoiding him so much as that she was still feeling like she was in a haze.

The question left her feeling strange. A little bit bitter, and a whole lot of anger. Getting fucked in the ass didn't have to hurt. It didn't have to.

"No," she finally answers after a long pause, her voice quiet and calm.

"I didn't know it could feel like that..."

She seems to be utterly content to lay there beneath him, her mind lost in her own thoughts.

 

[Poprockz]

He waited for her answer, letting the content silence settle between them as she gathered her thoughts. Damien wondered what she was thinking, whether she was struggling to come to terms with how good it felt, or if she was angry that he had followed through on his ambition to make her cum for him as he took her from behind.

When she answered, though, her tone sounded somewhat reserved and he couldn't quite get a good read on the underlying emotions. His head cocked to the side slightly and he considered whether to press her or not, ultimately deciding to leave it. He had said before that this wasn't "Damien's therapy cabin" before, and he didn't think she would appreciate if he tried to work it out of her now. besides, he felt like if he delved too far, he might end up getting attached to the enticing woman, and that simply wouldn't do. For that same reason, he knew he couldn't stay on the bed with her for long.

Moving over, he took out some wipes from the bedside table and wiped off his hands, then his cock, using several wipes in order to make sure he was truly clean. He knew women didn't like double-dipping, and he had to say that the idea didn't appeal to him either. It wasn't as though he planned on turning her over and fucking her again, but he didn't know if inspiration would strike a little later in the day.

Damien got up and walked naked into the kitchen, his satisfied cock hanging between his legs like a long bratwurst. He turned on the electric kettle again, hoping to make them both some tea after that breathtaking experience.

 

[Drobabes]

Half expecting him to gloat more, she was a little surprised that he simply got up and went to the kitchen. She lets her mind drift for a moment longer as she listens to him walk around, then she pulls herself up into a sitting position and rubs her wrists a little. The skin around the cuffs had gotten a bit raw from all her...yanking, on them, and they hurt a little.

Noticing the stain that their combined juices had left on the bed she was suddenly made aware of how sticky and sweaty she felt, not to mention that she needed to use the bathroom again. The sex had been amazing, she wasn't going to lie to herself about that, but she needed some...after care.

"Hey," she called out to him from the bed. Her throat was a bit hoarse, so she clears it before continuing.

"Can I use the bathroom again?"

Hoping he was sated from their last romp and in a good mood, she wondered if she could use the opportunity to ask for some clothes as well. Or at least a shirt. But, she would wait until he came back out. She wanted to see the expression on his face, get a taste for how he was feeling towards her, before she pushed anything too far and got on his nerves.

 

[Poprockz]

He looked up as he heard her voice, turning to her with a curious expression as he listened to his request. A grin flashed across his face as he set down the cups he was holding, sauntering over to him, his cock swaying slightly. "Need to clean up a bit? Knock yourself out. Maybe check out your ass in the mirror, it's a sight to see." He winked and leaned over, his fingers gracefully undoing her handcuffs.

Damien stood back a bit afterward and looked over her body again for a moment, nodding and turning on his heel and going back into the kitchen. It seemed only natural for her to want to get herself clean again. In fact, he should probably change the sheets when she was in the bathroom.

 

[Drobabes]

"...Maybe check out your ass in the mirror, it's a sight to see."

Thinking herself done with being embarrassed after what he had done to her, he proved her wrong once more. She looks down at the bed sheepishly and waits until he is back in the kitchen before climbing off, grabbing the towel from the floor, and making her way to the bathroom again. Her walk was only slightly wobbly.

This time she doesn't spend near as much time in the bathroom, simply does her business then rinses the sweat from her skin, being careful to keep her hair from getting wet again. When she comes back out, she has wrapped the towel around herself again and she leans against the door frame, her expression unreadable. Her eyes do hover over the drinks though, as she unconsciously fidgets with her fingernails again.

 

[Poprockz]

While she cleans up, he goes to the bed and changes the sheets, dumping the moist sheets in a bin and putting soft, fresh sheets there. He was quiet, liking the quietness of doing something mundane while the warmth of another's presence simply makes the cabin more cheerful.

He glanced at her briefly as she exited, moving back to the kitchen and taking both of the cups, setting one on the kitchen table, and the other on the bedside table. Taking the three tea choices, he sets them down next to her cup. One is peach cinnamon herbal, one is green tea, and one is a breakfast tea.

"I have a couple more choices, just let me know if you don't like any of those." Damien mentions before returning to the table. After being so close and intimate, he wanted to put some distance in between them. He opened the peach flavored one and dunks the bag in the hot water.

 

[Drobabes]

There it was again, that doting. It still made very little sense to her, but, the way he had responded earlier shut down any question she might have asked. Besides, maybe she was trying to rationalize things again. Don't try rationalize evil, Cory, her brother had told her.

You'll just end up finding a way to hurt yourself.

As she sat down on the bed and took her first sip of the green tea, she wondered about that. Was Damien evil?

 

[Poprockz]

He blew on his tea and took another sip, sighing softly before looking up at her. The silence was no longer comfortable, now having a bit of weight on it as they sat there drinking their tea. Part of him very much disliked the fact that she was hard to read, the man wanting to know how she was feeling and what she was thinking about.

He wasn't very good at small-talk, though, usually being much better at banter. His finger started to tap the glass anxiously, the silence growing a bit too much for him. "So... I may take a short nap on the couch. I'll have to cuff you again, and you'll have to be very quiet. I'm a bit of a light sleeper.' He shrugged, taking another sip from his tea.

At night, due to his difficulty, he found himself a bit tired mid-day, needing to take another chance to revitalize himself before continuing, or he would run himself ragged.

 

[Drobabes]

A bit of that feisty streak came back as she sipped on her tea. She could keep him awake just to make him uncomfortable.

Don't piss him off, girl. Every minute that he's sleeping is a minute he's not touching you.

"Alright..."

She took another sip of her tea, wondering if she shouldn't take a nap herself. If the opportunity presented itself for her to escape, she didn't want to be too tired to notice it.

Her finger lightly traces the rim of her tea glass as she stares down into the steaming liquid.

"Why do you sleep on the couch instead of your own bed? You seem like you could afford another bed."

 

[Poprockz]

Damien shrugged once more, “I certainly could afford another one, but having two large beds would cramp up the space. If I simply changed it to two twins, then that would look weird, be troublesome to move together and apart, and be less appealing for when I’m having sex. I also don’t want to push the twins together and have my guest sink down in between them from our... enthusiasm. Naturally, the couch is the only other option.”

He made a small, smirk and sipped his tea thoughtfully, mulling over whether he wanted to continue his explanation. It seemed to be a given that they wouldn’t sleep in the same bed. After all, this was just a sexual encounter and was supposed to be nothing more than that.

In truth, he also liked the couch because it was just big enough for his body had a back to it. The back almost made him feel like he was cuddling someone, and he felt more protected as opposed to the openness of a bed. At home, his own bed was pushed into a corner so that he could have that benefit as well.

 

[Drobabes]

She nodded, the explanation making sense enough. Finishing her tea off, she sits it down and absentmindedly rubs her wrists as she looks around the cabin, her eyes making a lazy circle until they come back to where he's sitting.

"Could I have something to wear? You shredded my clothes."

Her tone carries just the slightest pout to it, and though she tries not to, her brows knit a bit in anger. She was really fond of that outfit, damnit. It was plain but comfortable.

 

[Poprockz]

She had a point, he certainly did cut them right off her body, leaving her with nothing. Although, he quite liked having her in that cute little fuzzy towel, or with nothing at all. Damien looked at her and was quiet for a minute, his expression thoughtful. On the other hand, he quite liked the idea of clothed sex or simply the excitement of peeling off her clothes to reveal her supple curves. He wondered if any of the dresses he had would fit her- he had to have something.

Getting up, he walked over to the living room and went to a closet next to the bathroom, opening it and rifling through it a bit, the metal sound of moving hangers being heard from inside. He froze for a moment, his hands pausing on a suit of his. His fingers passed over the expensive material, his mind lost in memories. Shaking his head, he kept looking for a dress for her.

Finally, he came back with three dresses, laying them out on the bed for her. There was a lovely white one, pure and flowing, there was a dark green form-fitting one with sleeves, and then there was a beautiful red one that looked like something one might where to a formal event.

"It's a pity, I quite like seeing that beautiful body of yours. But, I feel like I'm going to enjoy taking it off of you later even more." Damien reached out and pulled on her towel, making it come undone before him before he took it entirely with a chuckle.

White: http://www.biwmagazine.com/upload/2018/02/25/white-round-neck-sleeveless-flare-long-casual-dress-lalalilocom-long-white-casual-dress-l-c0c5757af9e6cf44.jpg

Green: https://cdn.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/1680692_273872.jpg

Red: https://cdn77.gemgrace.com/35045/7925.jpg

 

[Drobabes]

Of course he brought out dresses. She was hoping for just a plain shirt, maybe some sweatpants. Although on second thought, wearing one of his shirts would have been a little too intimate for her liking.

As he swipes the towel from her, she scowls and crosses her arms over her chest. Well if he wanted to stare at her naked, he could stare at her ass since he seemed to like it so much. She gets up and turns her back to him, keeping her arms crossed as she examined the dresses.

The red one was pretty, but it reminded her of some dolled up princess in a Disney movie. Way too many frills and flowers, too girly. She was anything but girly. Beautiful, on the occasions when she felt like being more womenly, but certainly not girly.

The green one caught her eye momentarily. It was quite gorgeous and form fitting, and something that she would really have enjoyed wearing to a party or maybe wedding. However, she knew it would be very form fitting on her and accent her curves, and she didn't much feel like being his little eye candy anymore than she had to, so she skips to the white one.

It wasn't offensive to the eyes, if maybe a little plain, but she was more than fine with plain. Plus, it would cover the most up. She picks it up and slips into it quickly, giving little more attention than a quick yank down her hips to fit it in place.

It was surprisingly comfortable against her skin and almost fit her perfectly. If she had been an inch or two shorter, perhaps.

Feeling a lot better with something covering her naked form, she climbs back on the bed an waits for him, resigned to being cuffed again. She would just have to be more careful when she laid down herself, try not pull on her wrists so much.

 

[Poprockz]

He did stare at her ass, licking his lips as he recounted the vigorous ass-fucking they just shared. Damien was tempted to reach out and smack her soft butt-cheek, but he restrained himself for now. The towel was tossed into the dirty clothes bin, and he watched her choose a dress with eager eyes as he picked up his own clothes and dressed.

The choice was a bit unexpected, as he had thought she would have liked the pretty red dress, or like how comfortable the green was, but the white one was just fine. In fact, it made her look absolutely breathtaking. Damien approached the bed where she lay and looked down at her for a few moments, simply taking her in. She looked like something out of a dream, out of the most sweet dream he might have had, or ever would have.

Damn it, he needed to take a nap. All of this fawning over her in a simple dress was uncalled for and unproductive. It doesn't mean anything, the dress, her face, those eyes. He needed to pull away before he made a fool of himself.

Damien reached out and handcuffed her in a business-like manner, his face expressionless as he worked before he turned away without a word. The other two dresses were gathered up and put back on hangers before they were returned to the closet. After turning off the lamp near the couch, he laid down on the couch and pulled the blankets up, wiggling a bit so that he was cuddled against the back of the couch.

 

[Drobabes]

The way he stared at her form made her swallow. She thought for sure that asking for clothes had likely backfired, and he was going to take her once more, then and there. She was physically exhausted from the multiple orgasms and she was tempted to fight him on it, even though it would do no good.

His stare seems to change rather suddenly though, as he cuffs her and walks away. She didn't know what that look was about, but, she was just happy she was going to be given a break.

As he flips the lights, she makes her self as comfortable as she can. For a long while she simply lays there breathing and observing the way the light came through the unusually high windows. She was too tired to think very hard, but her body wouldn't let her forget the way that Damien played it, like his own personal musical instrument, making it sing. She had never felt like that before, and it made her sad to think that she had missed out on quite a number of years of good sex with boyfriend who had been willing to please her, but who she had always shot down from fear. It took someone forcing her to see what she was missing.

Well, if he actually let her go tomorrow, she resolved to try and work on it. She didn't want to live her life being afraid.

She didn't know when sleep claimed her, but eventually her mind cascaded her into dreams.

 

[Poprockz]

After an hour of napping, Damien opened his eyes and simply laid there. He yawned, raising his arms up into a stretch before wincing. It would seem that her bite was really starting to bother him. Perhaps he had been a bit too exuberant in the anal.

Getting up, he silently took off his shirt and slipped into the bathroom, turning and looking over his shoulder. Her toothmarks were upon his flesh, digging deeply into the side of his lower back. How she had managed to get such a good bite, he wasn't sure, but part of him was a bit glad. He would have that scar for years to come, a way to remember her when he looked into the mirror.

The would would have to be disinfected; he really should have done it earlier, but he had simply been so caught up in having her as his guest. Now was the perfect time, since she would be deep enough asleep not to hear his painful sounds.

Getting out an antiseptic wipe, he strained to reach it, hissing as he only got the edge of the wound. Fuck... He would have to see the family doctor tomorrow morning. Maybe he could sneak out and be back before she woke up.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora woke up from a combination of thirst and hunger. Her stomach had that empty pang and her mouth felt dry, despite having drank the full glass of tea earlier. She laid still on the bed, though, not daring to move and wake Damien up. She really wanted to avoid that situation as log as she could. She heard his hiss of pain, and sighed to herself quietly. Well so much for that, she thought.

She opened her eyes slowly, hoping he hadn't noticed she had woken up, and she watched as he tried to reach the bite wound she had left him earlier and not quite being able to get to it.

Well good. Maybe it will get infected and he'll drop dead and never be able to hurt another women again.

But, despite her mean spirited thoughts, she couldn't bring herself to really want that. There was a certain place inside of herself that, despite the amount of abuse she often took from people, just wouldn't let her hate. Infact, she had a very short list of people whom she would be willing to actually wish death upon and not feel guilty about it, and Damien wasn't on that list. At least not yet, anyway.

She sighs again, frustrated with herself and her weak will.

"I can clean that for you. Before it gets infected."

 

[Poprockz]

He jumped, having not expected her to be awake to see him like this. Damien quickly shoved the antiseptic wipes into the drawer, almost like a teenage boy would do if a parent had discovered them with a porn magazine.

Collecting himself for a moment, he turned and said with a false air of confidence, "it's fine. I'll see my doctor tomorrow. It doesn't hurt, anyway." He shrugged nonchalantly before walking over to her, leaning over and untying her handcuffs before wandering off into the kitchen. Feeling a bit thirsty himself, he filled up the electric kettle once more and turned it on. When had she woken up, and had she heard him?

Shit... Damien pursed his lips. It felt painful and he really wanted to do something about it, but it would have to wait. It would be unfortunate, but maybe he would have to call off sex today and keep her an additional day... No, he couldn't do that. It was always three days, and holding her for longer would make her think he was going to kill her again. He realized he was hungry, going over to the fridge and looking through it before going to the cupboard also.

 

[Drobabes]

If he didn't scare her so much, she would have laughed at the way he jumped and shoved everything away. As it were though...

Stubborn men.

"You should let me clean it. Unless you have a bottle of antibiotics laying around, it's going to send you to the hospital."

She waited a moment and when she heard no answer, she spoke up again.

"It's already red and puffy. It's getting infected."

 

[Poprockz]

He stopped, leaning forward with his hands on the counter as he heard her speak, trying to convince him to let her help. Why would she want to help him? Wouldn't she want him to suffer? Maybe this was some kind of trick where she would at least get the satisfaction of hearing him wince by pressing her finger into his wound.

Part of him realized he needed it, though, needed the first aid or things might get out of hand fast. Better to get things under control while it was still manageable. God, he really didn't want to... He was struggling with his urge to ignore it, his pride, and the slight fear that maybe she was right.

Damien looked over at her and gave her a hard stare, trying to determine if this was the only option. He certainly couldn't reach it himself, so he was vulnerable. The man cursed himself for not gagging her in the first place.

"Fine." He stalked over to the bathroom, grabbed the antiseptic wipes along with the first aid kit, carefully removing the scissors first, he took it over to her and sat on the bed, his back to her. "If it makes you feel better, you can clean it all you like." That made it sound like he was just doing it to appease her, and he didn't like the sound of that either. Besides, it sounded like he was a child, or an angsty teen.

"I mean I... well, it'll be good to have it done."

You really think you'll ever get a woman someday? Don't make me laugh. Everything you do is unlovable. The memory made his teeth clench, the sound of that cruel voice fresh in his mind, the smell of her vodka in his nostrils.

 

[Drobabes]

She watched his mood shift from upbeat to angry and it made her a little nervous. She thought maybe she understood why, maybe he didn't want to come off as weak. A small part of her wanted to bring it up-nobody liked feeling weak. Weakness was dangerous around the wrong kinds of people, and it was embarrassing at best even around the right kind. Bringing it up, though, would only further dig in that blade of shame.

She grabs the first aid kit and chooses a numbing cream first. She could already see that in order to get it clean enough to let it heal properly, she was going to have to dig in there a bit, and if he jumped around at all it would just make it take longer.

Twisting the cap off, she squeezes a liberal amount onto her fingers, not worrying about wasting it-he could get more. She then holds her hands up to the wound and uses one delicate finger to gently, very gently, dab it around the edges of the bite and as close to the actual cuts as she can. Once that's done, she uses a wipe to clean her fingers.

"Hold your horses, I'm not done."

She reaches out and grabs him by the back of his pants as he starts to get up and leave the bed and pulls him back down, then scoots up a little bit closer herself. Her breath is warm against his back as she opens another antiseptic wipe, folds it, then begins to clean the wound. However, she quickly realizes it isn'tt going to be as easy as she thought, so she places a hand on his back and gently pulls the skin apart a bit with her finger and thumb.

"This is going to feel really weird for a minute..."

With quick movements, she shoves the wipe as deep in as she can, tugs a bit, then pulls it out to look for any discolored tissue or puss. She repeats this a few more times, making sure that she has cleaned out each hole made by her teeth, before she opens a fresh square band-aid and lays it carefully over the wound.

"You should probably take that off before you shower. Let it dry out a little after you get clean..."