Saving Clara Ch. 04

"Your eyes are like emeralds..." His breath splashes across my lips, the heat makes me tremble, I feel so small pressed against him, everything about my body is pretty narrow. I am a bit thin with a long frame, almost lanky, my breasts are a handful for me, my hips and ass are a gentle flare from my body. I am a bit muscular but it is nothing compared to him, against him I seem all softness. My thoughts are interrupted when he places his hand on my waist and pulls me closer to him, his eyes burning through mine, my heart thunders through my chest. When he leans forward I could pass out from panic, his lips find mine and I can't help but melt into him.

All thought dissolves to be replaced with an electric pleasure, Anders lips are so tender, his tongue traces my lower lip. A moan purrs through me, his mouth curves against mine before his tongue darts into my mouth. The hand on my back moves upward and in a motion my dress comes loose, I pull at it until it pools at my feet. Clothes swirl around us like a hurricane, his lips never leaving mine for more than a moment, at one point I hear something rip but it doesn't matter. The world has blackened around us, leaving only this raging desire. In moments we are tumbling onto the bed, I am on top of him grinding my damp slit along his cock. He growls against my lips and I grin wildly, I love causing that.

Ander flips me over and buries himself within me, I arch against the invasion, the world dims around me as pleasure crackles across my skin, "Mmmm, oh god."

He kisses me harder now, his intensity overwhelms me, all control lost, he thrusts into me with reckless abandon, I rise against him. Accepting everything he has to give, "Fuck Clara. God, you feel so fucking good."

His passive expression has no place here, his body slams against mine, pleasure cascades through our coupling. The width of his cock fills me completely, with every thrust his body rubs against that sensitive nub and I explode around him. I bite him to stifle the scream, my teeth buried in his shoulder, he hisses out a surprised breath. He thrusts into me so hard I feel his hips carving into me, my hands find his back and I wrap my legs so tightly around him he grunts. He moves until we roll from the bed, I stiffen in confusion. I look at him questioningly but he says nothing as he stands, his hands grip my ass, he lifts me effortlessly and slams me onto his long rod. I cry out, this angle allows him to reach even deeper, my vision blurs until all I can see are those stormy eyes.

"Please, please, please."

Ander kisses me hard and fast, "Please what?"

I bury my fingers in his hair, my mind is almost completely shut down, I can't even remember who I am. My body clenches tight, this time I can't even breathe to scream, his cock strains harder to fit inside me and I feel every inch of him. Everything blackens around me, I throw my head back and the moment seems to last an eternity, he thrusts into me once more before spilling his seed. He sits on the bed, untangling me from him he collapses, pulling me across his chest, I have no energy to resist.

This time was different, it is the first time he kissed me, my lips are swollen from the forcefulness of it. I curl against him, he trails his fingers across my back rhythmically until I start to drift to sleep, "Clara?" I am too tired to respond, he pulls away from me and I groan reaching out for him. I hear him sorting through something before his weight settles beside me again. Something silky and cool wraps around my wrists before pulling tight until my arms are secured above my head, my ankles are secured to the sides of the bed, spread wide open for him. I struggle against him but I am so drained, "You didn't say my name."

The words take a moment to register, I stiffen when I realize I came twice without saying his name, I look up at him blearily, "Ander..."

He presses his finger to my lips, "Now you will be silent for me." The demand is hushed but I feel the forcefulness all the same. I lick my lips nervously and his eyes follow the movement, "Your mouth is ever so enticing... Perhaps another time."

I have no idea what he means by that, but I haven't the time to think on it when his hand finds my exposed womanhood. My pussy is still slick from our coupling, his fingers roll over me expertly, until I am burning with desire. I am panting when he draws away, he glances at me then he settles into his chair and stares at me. A blush races across me, I look away from him and bite my lip to stem the flow of questions. I could beg him shamelessly in this moment, but his demand is still fresh in my mind. I am unsure what he hopes to accomplish with this...

As my body starts to cool he moves toward me again, and once again he teases my pussy until I could burst, he twists my nipples until I cry out desperately, "Hush now. So disobedient." I whimper as his tongue laps away the tender pain in my breast, I arch against my bonds, as much as I want to be free it is invigorating to be at his mercy. Ander teases my breasts until my nipples stand at attention for him, my body is tighter than a bowstring for him but he balances me on the edge of release. I squeeze my eyes tight, desperation pulses through me until I would do anything to be rid of this need.

As before, Ander pushes me until I nearly reach the peak then he pulls away, it takes longer for my body to cool the second time. I yank at the bonds until I am convinced there is no escaping them, I let out a low wail when he moves toward me again. I try desperately to close my legs but the bonds are unforgiving, Ander studies my eyes as his hand rests on my stomach, he doesn't even need to touch me now. My body is so desperate that it flares to life at his touch, his fingers trace my curves until he reaches the curve of my neck, his lips barely light upon mine before he pulls away. By the time he reaches for me the fifth time I am delusional, and his order is the last of my concerns, "Please! Ander, please! It hurts... I can't stand it! I'll do anything! Oh Jesus, what the fuck do you want? Please..." By the end I am on the brink of crying, Ander stares at me silently, it drives me mad how he can be so calm while I lose my mind.

"I warned you."

His tone is unbearably cocky, so instead I stop begging and try a different route, "Do I get a turn?" His eyes study mine before a grin plays across his lips, "Don't you want to bury yourself inside me? Isn't it killing you seeing me so hot for you and pulling away? Please fuck me, oh Ander, I want..."

He presses two fingers to my lips but I had anticipated that, I take his fingers into my mouth and draw them to the back of my throat, he gasps and I take that as encouragement. I caress his fingers with my tongue as I keep my eyes locked on his, "Clara..."

I scrape my teeth along his knuckles and I am surprised when he buries his fingers in my pussy. I moan and try to pull my mouth from his hand but he thrusts into my mouth, deeper than before and I don't resist him. If anything the way he is using me makes me wetter, my pussy is gushing as he fingers me. I rise to the peak but he stops again and I cry out, but he is moving between my legs. His cock slams into my oversensitive cunt, immediate release screams through my body, I buck against him, "Oh! Mmmmmnnnnnggg Ander!"

He grips my ass and lifts my lower body from the bed as he thrusts deep into my pussy, burying himself to the hilt, pounding into me relentlessly until he buries himself with a grunt and I feel his cum filling me, "Oh Clara..."

This time when he collapses he is shaking all over, sweat pours from him so freely that our bodies seem to melt together. I can barely breathe under his weight but I don't want to say anything and have him storm off like before... We lay like that for so long that our bodies cool, and I can finally think straight, his limp cock is still resting within me. He shifts to the side and I groan as our bodies peel apart, he stares down at me for a moment. His eyes caressing every inch of me, he releases my bonds easily. So easily it is bothersome that I was unable to do so myself...

Once free he pulls back the covers and drags me beneath them, pulling my body tight against his own. This is so new that I'm not sure what to do, he lays on his back and pulls me toward him. I don't think I could resist even if I wanted to, and I don't want to. I allow him to drape me across his body, I look up at him and he leans down and kisses me softly before laying back and sighing. He closes his eyes, but I can't stop staring at him, "My Lord?"

He is breathing softly but his fingers are tracing the curve of my shoulders, "Hmm?"

"I'm sorry I bit you..."

His fingers still on my shoulder, he starts to shake and it takes a moment to realize he is laughing, the sound is soft but it rocks through me, "If it bothers you so, you can make amends somehow."

I want to touch him as freely as he touches me, but there is still something that holds me back so I keep my hands still, "What would you have me do my..." I hesitate before I forgo the formality.

His eyes remain closed but he still smiles, "For now we rest my little Clara. There is plenty of time for such things. How is your leg? I got a bit carried away..."

I settle into the width of his chest and close my eyes, "I am perfectly fine." I am silent for a long moment, "Thank you Ander... For everything you have done."

He squeezes my shoulder before settling his hand on my waist, his breath shallows until I am sure he is asleep. Though I am exhausted there is something nagging at me, something I don't want to acknowledge. But it just keeps pressing to the front of my mind, I look up at him sleeping so soundly and my heart squeezes in my chest. Even though I know I can't ignore it I will try anyway, I will try to find every possible flaw in him to avoid more pain. I loved my mother and that is an endless struggle. I will never love again, the words are already a lie...