Renny and Dee

"Ain't nobody told you about me, baby? I can take you into next morning," he brags, sweat starting to shine on his forehead.

"You promise?" I say, eyes closing and head falling back as I ride over his bulge. He sucks hard on the juncture between my neck and shoulder, and I open my mouth to protest but take shallow, grating breaths instead. He lifts me back off of him, lips making a popping sound as they release my skin.

"Go to my room, Deena. I'm not doing you on the floor," he commands, eyes swirling into mine. I roll my eyes and smile, but stand, shakily, and giggle when he slaps my behind on my way out.

He trails behind me, grabbing various things from the kitchen and bathroom and dumping them at my feet on the bed before stuffing himself back into his pants to take Bella out. I examine the contents: a roll of condoms, lube, a towel, a bottle of water, a few ribbon sashes. I wonder if he meant it about going into next morning. I don't have anything to do, but if I did, I would've cancelled. That's worrying to me. But I kneel, thighs on calves, and wait for him to come back.

"Clothes off," Renny suggests, rushing out of the bathroom and drying his hands on his shirt. He locks the door behind him, and I hear Bella's tags jingle for a while before they stop. Probably her going back to nap in the sunny spot in the living room.

I shimmy out of my pants and whip my shirt over my head, watching him watch me. Bra and panties flung, a little less carelessly, to the side of the bed. Those were expensive. "One more naked lady, baby," I grin.

"My naked lady," he smirks, remembering himself and shedding his clothes. Chocolate all over, muscles roping through his arms and legs, hard lines pointing down to what I eventually want inside me. He clambers over me, unable to stop grinning.

"Your naked lady?" I repeat, hands tracing the plane of his chest. His lower body settles heavy on mine.

"Mmhmm," he says, nuzzling my collar bone. "Gonna make sure everybody knows." He licks at the unmarked side of my neck before sucking the skin there between his lips.

"Mkay," I moan, turning my head to the side to make room for him. He gives me at least two more hickeys before he lets up, and snatches my hand from where it had wandered in between my wet lower lips.

"You don't get to touch until I'm done today," he explains, and I gaze at him unhappily from half-lidded eyes. "Here, lemme see your hands, baby."

He rises up off of me and catches my hands in one of his, reaching to the foot of the bed and dragging one of the long sashes over. I drag my arms straight over my head. "I'll be good," I promise, voice trembling.

"I know," he murmurs against my lips. The ribbon slips around my hands anyway, knotting tight enough at each end so I can't get free. He hooks the length around something at the top of his bed, and I lay there, stretched long and breasts quivering. "Here we go, Deena," he says.

I'm nervous, as he surrounds one of my brown nipples with his lips. Every groan he rips from my throat is a testament to what he said. We're lovers. It sounds so terrifyingly final. But I continue to arch my back into his mouth; I continue to groan.

My breath catches as he nips the sides of my breasts, watching my face as he traces a hand over the swell of my stomach and down to the wetness awaiting him. He swirls his fingers through the mess on my thighs.

"Did you cum already, Dee?" Renny asks, breathing the words across my wet nipple. I shake my head no.

"It feels like you've cum a million times. It's so wet for me. Is it because you're my slut?"

I look down at him and grin. "I thought I was your lady."

The startling pain of the slap slashes across my inner thigh. It's a wet, harsh sound. I grunt in my throat.

"You're everything to me," he corrects. "You're my lady, and my bitch, and my slut. I'm gonna fuck you like who you are to me."

My head falls back and I let my legs fall apart. I conceded a long time ago, but I could handle a little more punishment. "Are you?"

"You're my good girl," he says. "You should act like it," he advises. He sits back and lifts my legs apart, maneuvering to my side so he can keep one up with his body and the other with his hand. He brings his free hand down against my flesh, and I grunt.

"I wanna hear you cry out for me before we finish," he explains. Three more hard slaps, alternating against my thighs.

I chuckle breathily above him and wiggle my butt, silently asking for more. He delivers: five more against my legs, then making me buck by delving two fingers straight into my pussy. Then ten more, hard and unyielding, directly against my lips. I finally do cry out, with each of the next five he gives me, whimpering and moaning as he stuffs his fingers into me again.

"Renny," I moan. "Please."

He looks up at me, instantly pulling his hand away to trace his fingers through the foam dripping down my legs. "Yeah, Dee?"

"Please just get inside." He swings into position and kisses my mound and stomach before rolling a condom down over himself.

"Wanna pretend to make a baby?" he deadpans. I laugh, needily, and pull against my straps. "Stay still." He drives his tip in and I hiss, feeling propped open. He settles his hands down on each side of my waist, and proceeds to shove himself in, inch by inch. I stutter for breath under him, unmoving as he finally settles his hands down on each side of my head.

"You gonna take the rest of me too, Dee," he groans against my forehead.

I grunt. I thought that was all of it. He lays kisses across my face and chest, swathing his tongue broadly across my lips, while he waits for me to give him the go ahead. I roll my hips once and grunt again, opening my eyes and blinking rapidly. As soon as I do he grabs the back of my legs and hoists them up against my chest. I huff and moan, feeling his dick press against the front of me.

"Dee. I can still be rough, right?" His eyes don't leave the place where he and I meet.

"Mmhmm," I whimper. At this point I'm primed and ready for whatever he's about to do.

Only I'm not, because then he lets my legs go to grab another ribbon sash and ball it up gently between my teeth. I can't be anything but grateful. He rocks slowly out of me, and it feels like that point at the top of a roller coaster where you're tilting forward into the drop.

He slides himself back in, and I roll my neck to the side, moaning. I didn't give myself quite enough time to adjust to him, and he scrapes up my walls before ending his thrust in a lewd squelch. We breathe together as he draws himself in and out, pressing my knees almost to my sides as he tries to slam the rest of himself into my tunnel.

The first time he succeeds in seating his entire length in me, after a particularly brutal shove, I buck both our bodies off of the mattress, the sweat on my back cooling in the air. He mashes his lips against mine, now pistoning in and out of me, the both of us listening to my muted cries. He lets one of my legs go to snatch the fabric out of my mouth.

"Ah, ah, hmm," is all I have to say.

"You sound so pretty, baby," he grunts. "I think I can do better. You think I can do better?" I focus on breathing, my bottom lip trembling, as he completely halts to lift my lower body up and shove a pillow under my hips. We're both covered in sweat and his skin slaps back onto mine as he resumes.

His hips are slamming into mine now, every ridge of him rubbing against my entrance. He's grunting with each push, and I start to wail. I feel my legs start shaking before it hits me, and I don't know what sound I make, but his hand is over my mouth when I come back down. He's slowly thrusting and still big within me, pressing out against my walls.

He rests a heavy hand on the headboard above me and wraps the other around my sweat-slick throat.

"I love you, Dee," he says, still pumping slowly.

I warm inside, but I yank against the ribbon, now wet and digging into my wrists. "It's too much," I whine. I can feel my walls dragging against him, almost like they won't let him go.

He runs his hand down my throat to my chest and places his fingers around a nipple, squeezing firmly. "No, not yet, baby. That was just once."

The sharp pleasure of oversensitivity melts into the beginning of the next wave, and my whole body sags.

"There we go." His sharp, pointed thrusts intensify, hand coming down off my chest to slap once, twice, against my hip, jolting me, before clinching down on my waist again for a firm grip.

He's driven me far up enough on the bed that my body isn't drawn as tight, and as I tentatively let my legs drop, he nods in approval. I can thrust back.

I plant my feet and bounce off of him as he stabs into me, and feel the wetness running down against my heels. I stare up at him, cresting again, and his eyes immediately open into mine. He stops to take his hand and reach under the hood to my clit, rubbing it so fast that his hand is a blur, and I finally cry his name.

"SHIT." He whips himself out of me and I feel bereft, as he peels off his plastic sheath and shoots white lines across my stomach and thighs. He kneels over me, one hand milking himself onto my body, the other holding two fingers in me, causing colorful aftershocks and making me clench around him.

He stumbles down next to me, and we exist there for a few more moments before my back reminds me of my bondage. "Untie me before you fall asleep, Renny," I remind him. I don't care about the cum cooling on me, but my arms are numb.

"I made you scream my name," he manages, fumbling with my wrist ties and massaging and cradling my body when I'm free.

"Mmhmm, and I put you back to sleep," I add. He cheeses at me.

"Do I get to meet your family?" he asks, eyes dark and drowsy on mine. I can't manage to panic about the question, not as totally exhausted as I am; not as brown as his eyes are.

"Yeah," I smile.