The Blood Scorpions of Socorro Texas (reserved)

"Let's get married..." Nathan echoed back with a kiss to her nose. He said, "The way I figure, we can get out of here asap, head up to Vegas, meet up with one of those Elvis impersonators that wear a Star Trek Uniform and carry a stuffie of Yoda on their back and a lightsaber at his hip to marry us in Klingon." He said to her as he reached for his phone. He made another call and said, "Nutsack. It's Gears. You got a task to do for me now. I need you to get over here and wait on the clean up the crew. Me and my chick got some business to take care of. What? Wait... hold up? Well, get your dick out of her and get your ass over here. NOW." He hung up the phone and set it aside.

He looked up at her and then gently pulled the sheet off her body once more and said, "We got time for another romp if you are interested..." He slid his hands along her hip and raised her up in the air a foot or so, then guided her body gently onto his cock once more, positioning her cowgirl style. He smiled as he glanced down at her very swollen pussy and labia saying, "Hope your not too sore baby..."

He leaned in, wrapped his arms around her body, cupping the back of her head and guided her gently up and down on his shaft nice and slow... and for the first time in his life, he was making love to his fiance.

Nathan leaned back on the bed, looking up at her as she straddled him and let her do as she wished on him, riding him as she liked. As hard as he had ridden her so far, he figured it might do her body a bit of good to have a little control this round to fight off her soreness...
 
She couldn’t suppress the chuckle that escaped her while he was on the phone. The nicknames were getting ridiculous. Then he moved her, slowly slid her down his cock. Oh yes, she was sore. So deliciously sore. Her entire body ached after having a good 45 minutes to an hour of rest. She’d have 10 hours once they headed up to Vegas…

Savannah ran her hands over his stomach, chest, and shoulders as he leaned back, as if trying to memorize every contour of muscle, every dimple of a scar. She slowly worked herself up and down his cock, winding her pleasure higher and higher. It wasn't enough and too much at the same time. The way Nathan watched her was intoxicating, his gaze sweeping over her, drinking in the sight of her moving over him, fucking him at a leisurely pace.

His fingers tangled in her red hair and dragged her forward and down. She giggled and smiled against his mouth as he kissed her. There was a need behind his touch, much different than before. It was firm yet… Tender and intimate, two words she never would have associated with him before. He was full of surprises. A day wasn’t enough, she wanted to unwrap every layer of him.
 
Nathan couldn't help it. He needed Sav. He NEEDED her. He didn't fully know why or how... but he NEEDED this woman. He pulled her into his arms as she rode his cock once again and he kissed her intensely. He would show her he was serious about this if she was. He knew he could have done any number of things to provide a more permanent solution to the killing of Bradley, but all of them required him to kill Sav and that was the one thing he couldn't do to her. He needed her.

He gently rolled her onto her back on the bed and he climbed up over her... then gently laid down to the side of her, facing her. His lips still on hers, tongue warring with hers, bodies intertwined, cock resting on her thigh at the moment. Nathan whispered, "I think I really do love you. I have never felt like this before." There was no pretense, no image he had to hide behind, no reputation to protect. For this very short time frame and in this little tiny piece of the world, there was nothing but her and him. Those words felt so good to him. He really did love her.

To his surprise, he felt her push on him back onto his back once more, interlace his fingers into hers and used their hands as a platform to climb back onto his cock! The sheet fell away showing him her in all her full naked glory as she rode his cock, her breasts bouncing slightly, her needs being met!

His cock grew so very hard. He didn't want to hold back anymore. He wanted to finish. He wanted everything she had to offer him. His eyes hungrily soaked her in as his cock thickened and grew harder. He felt her own body start trembling once more. This was not him making her experience this, she was making herself experience this herself. He smiled as she threw her head back, looking up at the ceiling and screaming out once more! Hot fluid warmed his cock and he became so very lubed inside her! He said, "Just a little more... keep going... come on baby... fuck me..."

He lost control of his own as well, his seed exploding inside her, filling her womb! He felt his body go stock still as his cock pulsed over and over into her! As the blinding pleasure coursed through him once more, his eyes opened and looked up at her and saw her looking back down at him, a very pleased look covering her face. He said, "Did you like what you saw baby?"
 
Her heart fluttered at Nathan’s words. Over and over again love had been used as a weapon in her world. It was a placeholder for more sinister intentions. With him she saw something, felt something that was true to the word. But she couldn't bring herself to say the words back, not yet. She could tell he didn’t expect her to. There was something there, she cared about him, she was sure of that. But love? Time would tell.

Savannah pushed him onto his back again before weaving her fingers with his and swinging her leg over to straddle him. She leaned forward, catching his lips with hers once more, lifting her hips so his cock could notch at her entrance. She worked her way down his length, only sitting up and bracing her hands on his chest once he was fully seated inside her. His hands gripped her hips, but let her guide the movement, where she found just that right angle. She moved slowly, reassuring both of them with touch and pleasure that what they had was real, and it wasn’t going anywhere.

Nathan slid a hand down between them, pressing to her clit, allowing every stroke to wind her pleasure tighter, hotter. She moaned, picking up pace, chasing the orgasm she could feel building deep inside. She exploded, crying out her release. He urged her to keep moving, his grip tightening on her hip. Just a little more, and he was over the edge as well.

She grinned at him. “Mhmm,” she hummed, leaning down to kiss him softly. “We should probably get dressed before we get caught by ANOTHER one of your guys.” Savannah peeled herself away from him and collected her clothes.


As she dressed, an idea came to mind. Grabbing her phone, she made a phone call. “Hey Adam… How are you? I’m good. Hey, are you and Tracy free tonight? I’m going to be making a quick visit to Vegas and need your guys’ help. Yes, I’m serious. I’ll tell you more when we get there. No, actually I’m not really on speaking terms with them right now… His name’s Nathan. I don’t want to say too much on the phone. We’ll fill you in when we get there. Okay. I love you too. Bye.”

She hung up and stuffed the phone back into her back pocket, turning to Nathan who had a curious look on his face. “My brother lives in Vegas. He and his wife could witness for us,” she explained. There was a faint ache in her heart, realizing her parents wouldn’t see her get married. But at least she could have her brother. She hadn’t seen him in almost two years after he chose to go low-contact with their parents. They had never seen eye to eye, and eventually had a fairly explosive falling out triggered by Adam putting his foot down on not following in their father’s footsteps of becoming a police officer. Savannah still talked with him as well as his wife regularly. “If that’s okay…”
 
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By the time she had finished her call, he had slid into his clothes and his cut. There was a knock on the door and a younger kid about 19 stood there looking nervously at him. Gears smirked and pulled him inside the room. He said, "The cleaners will be here at 11. Stay out of the pisser. There is some beer and pizza left. My ol'lady and I are going to get out of here and run an errand."

Nutsack's eyes widened as he said, "Ol'lady?"

"Keep it to yourself or I will cut off your nutsack and you will have to come up with a different name... you got me?" he said as he took Sav's hand and guided her to the door.

He said, "No problem. My lips are sealed. I promise."

Gears glared at him a moment and said, "I mean it. Stay the fuck out of the bathroom. If anyone comes asking other than the cleaner, take care of the problem. You got it."

"Yes sir." He said glancing once to the bathroom and then back to him.

Gears was not the Prez once again, hard and uncaring. He nodded and said, "We are bouncing." He guided her out of the room and over to where his bike was. HE handed her the helmet and said, "You ready for this?"

Seeing her smile nervously, he said, "This is crazy... you know that right?"

She nodded again and he said, "Just so we are both on the same page. Next stop, El Paso for fuel and on to Vegas." He fired up the bike, helped her on and guided her arms around his torso nice and snug and then the two took off, heading towards their destiny...
 
A quick stop at the El Paso County Clerk's office for a marriage license, several hundred miles, a few pit-stops for gas and snacks, and the sun had set for several hours by the time they got to Las Vegas. Savannah directed him down a few streets on the outskirts into a suburban neighborhood.

As Nathan shut his motorcycle off, the front door of the house they stopped in front of opened and a man and a woman stepped out. Savannah hurried off the bike, nearly dropping her helmet on the ground as she handed it to her fiancé before racing up the walkway. “Adam!” she yelled, jumping and wrapping her arms and legs around her brother, nearly tackling him to the ground. Adam laughed, taking a step back as he caught his sister in his arms. “Oh my God, I’ve missed you guys so much.” Savannah let go of him before tightly hugging her sister-in-law Tracy for several seconds.

She turned as Nathan walked up behind her. Her grin took on an edge of nervousness as she grabbed his hand, lacing her fingers through his. “This is Nathan Carson. My fiancé.”

Adam held his hand out to Nathan to shake, and looked between the two, surprised at the introduction, recognizing the name and the patches Gears wore. “A Carson AND a Scorpion,” he said, the look on his face evolving from bewilderment to amusement. “Do Mom and Dad know? What happened to Dickhead?”

“Not about the engagement, no,” she said truthfully. “And Bradley is… out of the picture.” Another truth, mostly, one that triggered a hand squeeze from the man standing next to her. She rerouted the subject back to why they were there. “We are actually planning on getting married tonight… Could you two be there?”

“Of course we’ll be there!” Before Adam could even respond, Tracy had already stepped forward, grabbing Savannah by her free hand and dragged her away from Nathan and into the house. “Come with me, you are not wearing that if you’re getting married…”


It was maybe 10 minutes before Tracy made her way back down the stairs. "Mr. Carson, I present to you your bride," she said with a smirk.

Savannah made her way down slowly, doing a horrible job hiding the grin on her face. She wore a white dress Tracy found hidden in the back of the closet. It was a far cry from any sort of wedding gown she had ever dreamed about, but still made her feel just a little more special.
 
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After the ladies disappeared upstairs, Adam turned his attention towards Nathan saying, "So... how long has this been going on?"

Gears glanced to him saying, "Umm... not long."

"As in a months not long or a few weeks?" He said calmly. When Nathan gave him a knowing side glance which betrayed his little secret. Adam's eyes widened as reality dawned on him, "Not weeks... days..."

Nathan glanced around the house and said, "Nice place you got here." Really? That was his escape?! Talk about the house?

"Days... as in 6 days?" Adam said definitely prying further....

"You got a beer or something? It's been a long ride." Nathan said calmly not looking directly in Adam's eyes.

A squeal came from upstairs from both of the women as the men glanced up and then back to Nathan and said, "4 days?"

Nathan turned and stared at him nearly confrontationally and said, "Take it up with your sister if you want."

"Mom and Dad don't know. Bradley is out of the picture... you ... you chased the guy out of her life and now she has clung onto you?" Adam said.

"Clung onto me? Funny way to word it." He said.

"Well, she hasn't always been a pretty little angel that you see now. Has she told you about Trent? Perhaps about Todd?" Adam said as he walked to the fridge and pulled a couple of beers and offered him one.

They cracked their beers and drank on them a moment. They heard footsteps and Sav and Tracy turned down the stairs and he looked up at his soon to be wife. His eyes widened as she came walking down those stairs, her smile broad and her face flushed. She was ... there really was no other way to put it but... perfect.

He watched her reach the bottom of the stairs and his mouth remained open in surprise. She looked stunning! So stunning to him!

He went to reach up for her and to his surprise, Adam snagged her wrist and said, "Come on. We need to talk. Now."

Nathan glanced at Sav and then Tracy as Adam practically yanked Sav's arm out of joint pulling her into the kitchen behind a thick wall. He looked to Tracy and said, "It's um, nice to meet you too."

There was the sound of a heated argument quickly building in the kitchen and Nathan was just about ready to go after her when Tracy caught his arm and said, "This is how they fight. Give them a few... Trust me."

Nathan said nothing but shot a glance back at the kitchen ready to strike. No one would stop him from marrying Sav tonight!
 
“What the fuck is going on Savannah?”

She rolled her eyes. “What, you don’t like him?”

Adam glared at her. “You know exactly what I mean. Days, Sav. You've only known him for a few days!”

Savannah sighed heavily, frustration settling into her shoulders as she leaned back against the counter. Her arms crossed over her chest as she stared her brother down. “You seem to be forgetting the shotgun wedding you and Tracy had. Where is Chloe, anyway?”

"Don’t change the subject,” he growled out in a warning. “Tracy and I at least had been together for a few months. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into? Is he pressuring you into this?" He was clearly upset with her, but the concern in his tone was apparent.

She shook her head. “No. Do you really think I would have ridden on the back of a Harley for over 10 hours if I was being pressured into this?” Savannah paused for a moment, blinking away the hot, angry tears that burned her eyes. “I know you want to protect me; you want to chase the Boogeyman away like you always used to do. But you’ve been gone for the past two years, and those two years have been absolute hell. I can’t be the biddable, obedient, sunshine princess anymore. It’s gonna get me killed. Bradley almost killed me!” She paused again, realizing she was going into dangerous territory. She wanted to tell him everything, but she knew she couldn’t.

“I went to Mom and Dad for help, and you know what they said? They said it must be a misunderstanding, that I needed to give Bradley a chance to learn how to control me, that I needed to settle down and find my place. I told them he was abusing me, and they continued to push me into his arms. The only person who has stepped up without question has been him.” She motioned towards the living room on the other side of the wall, indicating Nathan. “And he has expected absolutely nothing from me. Hell, I’ve even tried to push him away and he chose to stick by my side through the worst of it.”

Heavy silence fell over the kitchen for what seemed like an eternity as Adam digested everything. “I want to be with him,” she said, pushing away from the counter. “And I’d like for you to walk me down the aisle, and you and Tracy to sign as witness. But if you can’t–”

Adam wrapped his arms around her tightly, which she reciprocated with a breath of relief. “I don’t like it, but I’ll do it,” he said into her hair. “Just to give Dad a heart attack.” He pulled back and studied her face before a cheeky smile started to appear. “By the way, if he asks about a Trent or Todd…”

“Who?” Her eyes widened, realizing the seed he tried planting, and she smacked his shoulder. “You’re such an asshole!”


“See? They’re fine,” Tracy said from her spot on the couch as the pair of siblings emerged from the kitchen.

Sav gave Nathan a cautious smile as she stepped closer to him, and slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck before giving him a quick kiss. “We’re fine,” she echoed, trying to ease the tension she could feel in his shoulders with her words. "Ready?"
 
Nathan took Sav's kiss warmly, but as they parted their lips, his eyes shifted dangerously towards Adam. He suddenly didn't like him. Her hand touched his face turning his eyes back to her and said, "Well? Are we ready?"

He gave her a smile and nodded saying, "Let's tie the knot... Mrs. Carson."

"Not just yet... but soon." She said as she lifted to her tip toes and kissed his nose.

Tracy smiled and took her hand and said, "Sav hun, you are riding with us."

Nathan glanced to Adam who only nodded and said, "Bad luck seeing the bride before the wedding right?"

"A little late for that." Nathan said but then looked to Sav who only nodded and he said, "Okay. We will see you there."

He rode his bike behind the SUV that Adam and Tracy owned. He knew Sav was in the front seat with Adam. It was driving him mad the idea of Adam trying to talk her out of marrying him. This was supposed to be the guy was her closest ally in this family despite the distance and time apart.

30 minutes later, he found himself standing in front of a wedding venue, standing next to a minister in a white suit. A lady in the back sat at a baby piano and began to play the wedding song and he smiled as Adam escorted his soon to be wife up that aisle with Tracy on the other side of her.. her maid of honor.


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Most of the car ride was silent, punctuated with a few concerned comments like, “Are you sure you want to do this?” and “You don’t need to rush into this.” Savannah was adamant that this was what she wanted, staring through the window into the side mirror, watching Nathan ride behind them.


Adam held her arm as they made their way towards the front of the wedding venue. She turned and hugged him tightly. “I’ll be okay,” she whispered.


She stood in front of Nathan and held his hands as the minister began, going through the usual wedding rambles. “If anyone should object to this marriage, please speak now or forever hold your peace.” Savannah looked past Nathan and narrowed her eyes at her brother, daring him to say something. He shook his head, understanding the heat behind the stare she was giving him.

The minister then asked for rings and Savannah’s eyes went wide. There was his club ring that was too big for her, and she didn’t have one for him. Tracy reached around her and held out a closed hand to Nathan, dropping a ring in his hand. It was a simple white gold band that had several small diamonds inlaid on either side of a larger, sparkling blue moissanite gem. It was Savannah’s grandmother’s ring. She looked at Tracy, who just smiled and shrugged. “It’s not really my style, and he’s getting me a new one anyway. You should be wearing it, not me. ”

Nathan repeated after the minister, sliding the daintier ring onto her finger, “With this ring… I ask you to be my wife… I promise to love and comfort you… Honor and keep you… And forsaking all others… I will be yours alone… As long as we both shall live.” Savannah repeated the words back to him, slipping his club ring back onto his hand, now on the left ring finger. It seemed fitting, really.
 
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With two sets of 'I do's', the deed was done. Nathan had to admit, if he had ever thought about getting married, it would have been just like this. Some drive thru wedding chapel in Vegas seemed to suit him. The minister pulled out the marriage certificate and signed it, along with Adam and Tracy's signature. It was done. They were married.

Nathan pulled out a wad of $100's, pulled 5 of them out and slid it into the minister's hand thanking him, then looked over at Adam and said, "Well, I guess we are brothers now."

Adam looked over at Sav, then back to him and smirked saying, "Yeah... I guess we are. Never thought I would have you as a brother in law though."

Nathan chuckled and said, "It's true. It's true." He looked to them and said, "I got to go buy a ring now and anyone know a good hotel around here?" Of course that got a lot of chuckles as he looked to Sav and said, "What shall we do the rest of the night?"

The four of them ended up over at a casino, where they grabbed some food. Nathan rented out one of the bridal suites at the Hilton. He thanked both of them to doing this favor for them and Nathan even suggested they come down and visit Socorro. They, of course, politely declined and they parted ways. Nathan took Sav to the elevator and they headed up to the 16th floor. He handed her the key to the room and when they reached the door, he scooped her up into his arms and said, "Shall we see what we got?"

He smiled when she nodded and slid the key card into the lock and the door opened. His eyes bulged as they stepped inside...

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He dipped her back for the kiss, and there were a couple flashes of a camera. She stared up at him, grinning. This wasn't the wedding she'd dreamed of for years, but at that moment she wouldn't have had it any other way.


The four went to dinner and Savannah slowly watched Adam relax, letting go of being the protective older brother. He may still not like Nathan, but at least he didn't hate him.


Eventually the newlyweds found themselves in one of the expansive penthouse suites, to which Nathan's reaction was to drop his jaw on the floor. She giggled into the curve of his neck, before moving her lips up to nibble at his earlobe, which made his arms tighten around her. She kissed along his jaw to his mouth. "Let's find the bedroom…" she suggested in a sultry whisper, knowing he would be more than willing to get lost in each other for the rest of the night.
 
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"Oooh... eager are we, Mrs. Carson?" He said with a playful look. He felt her nod and he said, "Well, as you wish..."

He looked at the grand stairs and he said, "I believe the bed is up there..."

He headed up the tall stairs to a very open floor with that four cornerpost bed and said, "And tada... like magic." Walking to the bed, her set her on it and leaned in and kissed her tenderly. He felt her body press onto his and he said, "I am feeling frisky my wife. Do you trust me?"

She looked up at him and saw her nod, biting her bottom lip. He said, "Wait here my dear..."

He turned and headed to the bathroom a moment and when he came out, he held two white silk sashes that were part of the white silk robes hanging off the bathroom door. He set them on the night stand and then took his time and began to remove his clothes right in front of her. Once every stitch was off of him, he took the silk sashes and wrapped one on each wrist tying it in a loose knot on his hands. He then climbed onto the bed, laying down right in the middle of it, then tossed each sash around the head board posts and caught them in his hands.

He looked at her and said, "I trust you too. I trust you not to hurt me. I am a monster though. But now I am your monster. So, take your time with me... explore me. Learn me... and know that in a little bit, you will be here doing the exact same thing with me exploring you my wife." There was no doubt he was hard as a rock as he fell silent and let his eyes settle on her to decide what to do next.
 
Savannah watched as he restrained himself to the bed, before pulling the dress over her head and panties down her legs, dropping them to the floor. She climbed up on the bed and straddled him, his cock slid between her folds as she settled over his hips. With just the right tilt of her own hips, he'd be seated inside her. But he asked her to explore, so explore she did.

She leaned down and teased her lips over his, pulling back just out of reach when he tried to deepen the kiss. She smirked at him, before moving along his jaw to his ear where she gently nibbled at his earlobe. "My… Monster…" she breathed, echoing the sentiment back to him. Slowly Savannah worked her way down his body. Nails, lips, teeth, tongue, breath. She paid attention to how Nathan's shoulders and arms would tense when she bit into the curve of his neck. How his stomach would tighten when she ran her nails down his sides., How he strained against the sashes and his breaths would come in rough pants when her mouth moved over his chest.

She settled herself to kneel between his legs, after which she pulled her hair back and wrapped a fist around his cock. It was long and thick, with a fantastic curve that she'd been thoroughly enjoying over the past few days. He was also so hard…

She licked her way down his length, swollen head to thick base, savoring every inch. But she savored his reaction even more. Every muscle straining, carved in stone as if he was trying to hold perfectly still for her. She flashes her blue eyes up to him, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock slowly, teasing.

"Savannah," he growled, his voice coming out in a low rumble.

She smiled up at him. "I like how you say my name." She took his cock into her mouth, and slowly worked her way down until he hit the back of her throat.
 
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He laid his head back on the bed and moaned to himself as his cock slid into her throat! He was NOT used to NOT being in control. He controlled everything in his life. The people in his club, the police, those who interacted with him. Anyone that got intimate with him, normally wound up cuffed and under his complete and absolute mercy. He never took chances with anyone and yet, he had surrendered to her for a spell. Granted, all he had to do was open his hands and release the sash and he was free, but there was still that few moments of transition that she could hurt him badly. This was about trusting her. Trusting this naked gorgeous woman who had snaked her way into his mind and heart.

He laid his head back and moaned, "Fuck me... oh fuck me running..." He felt his own body remaining tense, partially on alert but mostly because of what she was making him feel at that moment. No body had ever made him feel this way before. He almost liked being a little vulnerable to her.

He felt his hips thrust up as she bobbed down which resulted in her immediately removing his cock from her mouth and looking at him with that smile that could melt icebergs and wiggled her finger at him indicating not quite yet. His eyes narrowed on her a bit and considered releasing his restraint. No. He trusted her. He would trust her. He needed to trust her.

He watched her once again crawl towards him and this time with slow calculated torture, slid his cock deep inside her. Any attempt to expedite the process on his part resulted in her denying him for those precious few seconds... it was torturous and oh so maddening!

Nathan finally relinquished that last little piece that kept him so guarded to her and his reward for the trust was her to finally slide all the way down on him and then place her hands on his scarred chest and start riding him nice and slow...
 
Savannah relaxed the back of her throat, swallowing him down. His hips thrusted upward, which prompted her to removed her mouth with a loud slurp and eye him. She watched him flex his fingers, possibly considering letting go of the ties he held around his wrists. Nathan was still trying so hard to maintain control. Maybe not over her, but of himself. She wondered how far she could push him before he broke, either toppling her to the bed and taking over, or fully relenting to her.


Once she made her way back up his body, Savannah slide a hand down between their bodies and gripped his cock to guide him to her entrance. Inch by delicious inch she worked herself down, pulling herself back up and away when he'd move his hips upward. She could feel his irritation as his muscles tensed, and he would give low groans of annoyance.


The moment he gave over to her she let herself sink all the way down, let him fill her completely. She experimented with different movements - rolling and circling her hips, moving slowly up and down - till she found the right combination that had him twitching beneath her, and she chased his pleasure.
 
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Nathan threw his head back and growled in need as his wife....

... he couldn't believe he actually had a wife now....

rolled her amazing body on his, making him strain, not in pain or suffering but in lust and carnal need. She was awakening a different kind of monster in him. A monster he had kept so very buried. It was just one of those other areas in his life he would need to keep buried. It was all good though. Sav would keep that beast in him satiated! She had a power over him even he couldn't explain.

He felt a powerful heat deep in his core, burning through his testicles and he knew if she kept going he would cum! He growled, "If you... keep going... fuck... fuck me...."

He threw his head to one side as she did what she willed to him...
 
"I am fucking you," she teased.

She leaned forward, kissing and biting at his neck, her chest rubbing against his as she picked up pace. "Let go." Her voice was breathy, thick with lust. Savannah could feel her body starting to wind tight, but she was focused on him. With his insatiable appetite, she would have her turn later. Many turns.

Finally he came undone. Nathan went still before pulsing inside her, giving a guttural groan. She slowed, rolling her hips gently as his climax ebbed. Sav grinned down at him as he looked up at her, eyes seeming to come into focus again. "See something you like?"
 
Nathan growled as his eyes focused on her and he smiled... and released the binds on his hands! With a jerk of his hands, he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her down into his own grip, rolling her under him, his lips buried on her own! The sashes still flipped and flopped loosely on his wrists for now, but that would change once he was done.

He felt her body fold into his own, literally even inch of her fitting perfectly into his touch, his grip. He pulled himself up to his knees, looking down at her and said, "My turn now..." He untied the binds at his wrists, replacing each of his wrists with her wrists. He then took each sash and bound it and secured it to the corner post, leaving her unable to break out easily.

He slid off the bed and pulled his belt off his waist and doubled it around her left ankle and secured it to the foot board corner post and then found a third stash folded in a draw on a robe to secure the last ankle. He stood at the side of the bed and looked down at his bride and said, "You are mine to torment now..."

He walked down to the foot of the bed, to her right ankle and ran his fingers on it, then his lips... slowly, very slowly, he let his fingers move up her right leg creating waves of goosebumps on her skin which his lips and tongue kissed on. First the outside of her leg then over to the inside. He stayed just far enough away to to tease her clit.

A minute later, he moved to her left leg, kissing and caressing, exploring her skin... every inch, every tattoo, scar, and mark she had he memorized. Borrowing from an country song, he planned on memorizing her body like the back of his hand. There was no hurry... no rush...

As he reached her hips, he let his lips kiss along her waistline, the flat of her stomach, her belly button. His hands gently cupped her breasts in his hands as he moved her torso to her rib cage. He smiled as she squirmed and tugged on her restraints but she had her chance, now it was his. He let his fingers gently stroke the sides of her ribs, smiling as she giggled and squirmed... his lips kissed her sternum between her breasts, but he didn't actually move to the breasts themselves.

He looked up at her and saw a fire in her eyes. He could see the trembling body, the cold sweat, the goose bumps, and the scent of her sex filling his nostrils. He said, "Are you okay lover? You look a little ... off..." The twinkling of his eyes would show his jesting.
 
Savannah laughed as Nathan flipped her to lay underneath him. Her body molded to his, putty in his hands. She tested each restraint he wrapped them around her wrists and ankles, watching him anxiously. Not anxious out of fear, but in wondering anticipation of what delicious torment he had in store for her. Never had she been fully restrained. Wristed held to the mattress, or behind her back as he'd done earlier. But fully tied down, unable to free herself...

She liked it.

He sent goosebumps racing over her skin as he took his time moving over every inch of her. The scratch of his beard, the brush of his lips, nipping of his teeth. She wriggled under his touch, giggled as he brushed over ticklish spots. Her skin flushed as his eyes swept over every inch of her body. Somehow this felt more intimate than any of the other times they'd been together thus far. Stretched out, tied to the bed, on full display for him. Only him.

"I'm okay." Her response was breathless. She was more than okay, but her body was on edge and screaming for so much more. She needed him in ways she could never imagine, craving his touch.
 
He smiled down at her and knew she was understating her condition in a massive way. He could see her trembling, the intense need in her eyes for more from him. He moved back down to her thighs and positioned himself between them, looking up at her. He smiled as his lips moved down towards her hips and just as her hips lifted to meet his mouth, he stopped just inches from her. He kissed either side of her pelvis though as she collapsed the mattress once again.

He turned his eyes slowly up to her wanton lusty eyes and said, "You want what I have to give you?"

She trembled and nodded to him as she bit her bottom lip. He put his fingers on her shins spread as wide as he could around her lower legs and gently... so very gently moved his fingers up each trembling perfectly shaped leg. He ran his fingers up her thighs, along the outside and then inside, moving slowly up her waist...

Nathan heard her mutter something softly but couldn't make out the words as she turned her head to one side a moment. It was the only thing she could do to him as her body was at his complete and utter mercy. She was on his time table now. She could only go at the pace he determined. He watched as her entire body felt like it was trembling with desperate need for relief.

He wondered if she had at any time in her life prior to him been in this position? She was the daughter of one of the richest men in that small town and pretty much could have anything or anyone she had wanted on her terms. She controlled her own show up until him and now, he controlled her. The only power she had over him at this point was knowing he would never ever hurt her at all in ways she didn't want to be hurt.

Slowly, he leaned up onto his hands and knees and crawled over her, his cock resting on the inside of her thigh as his eyes positioned directly over her. Her needs could be no clearer had they been a neon sign hanging over her head. Her body was his orchestra and he played her body like a master conductor. He leaned his head down low, her nipples pressing into his chest, her hips instinctively shifting to try and pull his cock into her... He moved his lips to her ears and said, "I want you to beg your Daddy to fuck you senseless... convince me you want this more than anything or I promise, I will torment you like this all fucking night long babygirl..." He kissed her ear and whispered, "Mine..."
 
Savannah whimpered as he denied her any sort of reprieve from the torture he was putting her through. He would be so close, yet back away. Payback for what she put him through?

She nodded to his question, hoping that would be enough to bring him in. But no, he teased her more with the gentlest touch. "God I hate you," she whispered into the pillow. That was so far from the truth. She wanted him, desired him, needed him.

Nathan covered her body with his. He was so close to where she wanted him, but still too far. She shivered as his warm breath teased her ear. He wanted her to beg. She'd never begged for pleasure.

Savannah licked her lips, her mouth having gone dry. "Please, Sir," she started, testing the words on her tongue. "I need you to touch me…" He was touching her, and if he was even half a smart-ass as she was, he would say so. "Fuck me, make me come over and over again with your hands, your mouth, your cock…" Her breath caught and she struggled to concentrate with his lips on her neck. "Please, Sir... Claim me, make me yours." Who was she? She'd heard of this type of... Bedroom play, but never had any desire to partake. Here he was, making her beg for it.
 
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Nathan could only smile at her and said, "As you wish..." He reached down to his cock, taking a nice firm grip on it and guided it inside her, though only to the head. Just the head. Every fiber in him wanted to slam his cock into her with every ounce of strength he had. He would soon enough. But for the next few minutes, he wanted to torment the hell out of her.

He felt her push down on his cock, gaining an inch before he pulled back again just to the head. Her eyes locked on his as he smiled smugly and said, "Are you my little girl?" He watched her nod quickly. He said, "And I am your Man...?" She nodded again quickly.

He slammed his cock as deep into her as he could, pressing to the womb with his length! The scream of surprise that escaped her lips was music to his ears. He reached back to her right ankle and slipped the bind from it and repeated it on the other side. He grabbed both ankles and rested them on his shoulders as he pulled his cock nice and slow out of her to the head once more.

Nathan chuckled as she tried to pull him in deeper than just the head and he clicked his lips saying, "I control what goes in and how deep baby girl. Me, not you... Say it baby girl..." He held himself taunt in place ready to slam into her with all he had once she said what he wanted her to say...
 
He teased the head of his cock at her entrance, but only the head. She shifted, and he pulled back. He grinned at her, asking if she was his girl, he was her man. Savannah nodded to both questions, holding his gaze while chewing at her lip. She yelped in surprise, her body going stiff at the sudden intrusion, quickly followed by a wave of winding pleasure. Finally!

Nathan moved slowly again, her ankles were over his shoulders, and she tried to pull him back into her. She groaned in frustration as he halted her attempt. She had done what he asked, she begged. Still he didn't give her what she craved.

"You are…" she said, an edge of defiance in her voice

That smirk was still on his face. He learned down, his face an inch from hers, and pressed his cock forward just barely. "Who is?"

She glared at him, and huffed a sigh. "You are. Sir."

"Good girl."

Her heart fluttered at the sentiment in the split second before he roughly thrusted forward, filling her, and making her gasp.
 
What happened next was a blur to him! He went from a soft tender gently meticulous examination of her amazingly tight little body to slamming into her like a 8 piston engine! His cock slammed into her over and over again, the columns rocking back and forth hard and fast! He felt her body almost immediately tighten up on him, her eyes close and a hot explosion of wet covered his cock!

He wanted to laugh and pound his chest as he claimed his woman permanently and forever! His cock didn't slow down as she seemed to come down from the edge he had pushed her over and he growled, "Have you ever been forced to orgasm baby girl?" He said her shake her head slightly and he smiled and said, "After tonight, you will have a different answer.

With that a second thrust into her body, his body blurring with the speed he had on her and in her! He watched her eyes widening for him as he felt her struggling with any kind of control over her own body. Control he was stripping from her one orgasm at a time. Truth was, every woman was different when pushing for a forced orgasm. The first two or three are fun but the body quickly grows exhausted. The body wants a break and when it doesn't happen and more orgasms rock the body, the mind starts to almost shut down and the rational part of the woman inside goes blank leaving the sexual monster within the body who would fight and struggle with herself. Being tied as she was though, no matter what her body tried, it was under his command that it obeyed!

He felt her quickly starting to tighten up once again on his cock preparing for another orgasm as his balls slapped her ass cheeks so very fast!
 
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