The Plan Ch. 09

Not giving himself more time to think, he moved to the foot of the cot. As the Beast surged up and took control, his excited fingers fumbled to free her legs from the restraints and then he knelt down between her thighs. She was still recovering from her orgasm, but lifted her head and locked into a deep longing gaze with him.

"Don't stop!"

He started to reply, but stopped himself as she lifted her hips off the bed. She moaned in anticipation as he knelt there between her legs, but he held back momentarily as he half expected her to kick at him again, but she didn't. Instead, she made a plaintive little mewling noise and scooched her tiny body down the cot towards him until the chains around her wrists stopped her and held pussy just a few tantalizing inches from his angry cock. He kept his eyes locked on hers and she mewled again, and raised her hips once more in mute offering. A knowing smirk spread on his face and she returned a pouty look while she stretched plaintively towards his cock.

"Say it."

"Mmmmmmmmmm ...."

"SAY IT!"

Her liquid milk chocolate eyes bored into his pleadingly.

"Please ...."

"Please what?" he cooed to her.

She lifted her head off the cot and hissed at him impatiently.

"Fuck me! NOW!"

It was time. Grunting with effort he leaned into her, lifted her ass off the cot by throwing her legs up on his shoulders, and shoved his cock home into her slippery pussy with a slow and irresistible thrust. She let out one long "ooooooooooooooo!" moan as he drove himself inside her and her eyes stayed locked on his. He grabbed her waist with his hands, balanced her weight on his knees and her neck and drew himself into her until their pelvic bones touched. The whole of his cock was engulfed in the deep warmth of her body and it made his head swim. They both paused in anticipation as he held her in place, her impaled on his throbbing cock and him fully gripped by her pussy. The whole of both of them seemed to vibrate into harmony. His gasp of pleasure matched hers, then her eyes hardened a bit and he responded with an animal like grunt.

"Give it to me!"

His hips moved back and forth, sliding back slowly then pounding home as he used the curve of her hips for leverage to yank her into his thrust. After a deep breath he did it again, feeling her warm wetness slip and then re-engulf him. The man was gone now, swallowed by the beast and he knew he couldn't stop himself now. He grunted with effort and stopped pausing between thrusts. Fury flooded his eyes.

"Take it! TAKE IT ALL!"

He pulled back and then slammed deep into her, reveling in the velvet sensation of her pussy around his cock. He pulled back again, farther this time and then pounded his body into hers with urgent force. He set a hard and heavy rhythm with a focus on force as opposed to speed as he slammed his anger and fury into her. He went silent with concentration.

For her part, she squeaked and squealed with each thrust, and in that way, she encouraged him onward. She arched her back, shoving her pussy up to him and bucked with pleasure each time he crashed into her. At her surrender to the moment, he couldn't help but double the pace. While he clutched her legs to his chest, he tried to drive his cock up her pussy and out of her rounded her mouth with each pump while she shoved back and tried to possess every bit of him that he could slide into her. The whole world faded away except for the two of them merged together by collective lust on the cot in the little concrete room under the bare light.

He didn't know how long it went on, but he could feel the end coming swiftly. A tense, expansive sensation grew at the point just beneath the head of his cock. Soon his whole cock was awash with that same tense sensation and it continued to spread. He felt his balls contract towards his cock, then his stomach contracted towards his balls, his spine contracted towards his stomach and finally it seemed that his whole body contracted to one point of fire. This is where he would usually stop, but that was not part of the plan. Her eyes locked onto his and her mouth spread into a smile. For one glorious moment as he hovered before his orgasm, he saw her tangy tart center fully displayed for him and him alone. For that shared moment neither of them even dared to breathe as they were so completely exposed and open to each other. Then her left eye gave a slow, long lashed wink, while she drew a deep ragged breath and then she flung her head back with a primal scream so loud it seemed to shake the little cot underneath them.

Her pussy spasmed and contracted around his cock. The spasms clutched at him and tugged and milked his shaft as her body begged and pleaded with him for the final effort and he couldn't hold back any longer. He moved one last time and that final stroke was agonizingly and powerfully slow, but that was because this moment felt so good that he never wanted it to end. At the bottom of this last stroke he froze, teeth clenched and straining, as he tried to stop his orgasm and manage just one more deep, penetrating stroke which he wanted to drive down into her soul. He willed himself to move, but he couldn't and his body danced on the edge of ecstasy.

"Come ... on!" she urged and begged with those melted milk chocolate eyes. "Please ... let it out ... for ... ME!"

Her plea sent him over the edge and his orgasmic reflex overwhelmed him like a tidal wave. His spine snapped straight and a body shattering spurt of cum issued from the head of his straining cock. There was a quick stab of sensation so intense it was painful as cum seemingly forced itself passed the straining muscles in his cock that had, up until now, desperately held that cum inside him, and coated the inside of her with his essence. For the first time in his life, he gave himself over completely to the moment and wailed out his pleasure.

A second spasm strained his body to push more cum into her and he screamed again.

A final explosion rocked him and he felt his body buckle. This time he didn't scream as much as he emitted a loud, exhausted moan. His arms shook with fatigue and he dropped her legs with which she quickly encircled him and yanked him down on top of her. His face landed on the cot next to her head while she implacably bore down on his cock with her pelvic muscles to wring the last few shards of pleasure out of him. The mattress muffled his tired moans and he felt all the intense energy stored inside him since he had first seen her drain away. After a few moments he lifted his face and saw blood from his cheek smeared on the cot and the sweat and glow of sex glisten on her body. He felt her sob ragged breaths and between them she whispered a name over and over.

"Chris."

His name.

"Clarissa," he croaked in response. "Clarissa."

"I'm here, baby," she cooed back. "I'm here."

"Claire ... I ..."

"It's ok, baby. I'm all right. Oh, god that was sooooo good!"

She stretched under him and exhaled a long, contented sigh.

"That was beautiful."

Her melted milk chocolate eyes looked up at him, shining with love and contentment. She was innocent and saccharine again.

"Beautiful."

She giggled adorably.

"Oh, baby, thank you soooo much! Your Claire really needed that one!' She giggled again. "I'm sorry ... those TWO!"

He smiled back. Her happiness was all according to the plan, and it gratified him. But as he looked at her, he unexpectedly felt an unsettling stir that something might have gone wrong. Something deep inside him felt uneasy, like he had committed some unnamed but destructive sin. He put his head down on her chest and listened to her heartbeat return to normal. Eyes closed, he tried to relax and ignore that feeling as his exhausted cock slipped free. She emitted a cute little chirp of residual pleasure as he slipped out of her and then giggled adorably once more.

"Honey, honey, please set me free?" she wheedled sweetly.

Gently he lifted himself off of her and released the cuffs holding her wrists. She briefly rubbed each wrist and smiled at him again. That smile brought him a wash of affection, but also a needle thin stab in his heart. Whatever was wrong in him wouldn't be ignored so easily. He felt he needed to move and put some distance between himself and, this plan.

"I'll be right back."

He sluggishly pulled on his pants and went up the basement stairs to the kitchen. There he let up one of the shades and saw the pink signal that the sun was about to come up. Thankfully it was Saturday so they could sleep late if they needed the rest. He filled her sky-blue bottle with water and got a bowl of grapes out of the refrigerator. Then he collected her big puffy terry cloth robe and carried it all downstairs to her. There he found her carefully lying on the cot, as if she didn't want to move. She gave him a sun beam smile.

"Thanks, hun!"

She took a sip of water as he spread the robe over her small naked body. After her sip of water, she put the bottle down on the floor, pushed her bottom lip out into a gorgeously irresistible pout, and batted her eyes at him. Her voice came out extra sweet and childish.

"Mr. Husband, I needs my bear hugs now pweeeease!"

He got under the robe with her, wrapped his arms around her and enfolded her small body to his. Her whole body pressed against him as if she was tried to crawl inside him for warmth. She sighed contentedly.

"I love my husband, so much! Thank you!"

"I love you too, Clarissa."

He pushed her black bangs back and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. The urge to take her and leave the little room to escape the foreboding in his gut began to itch at him.

"I'll go make us some breakfast," he whispered to her. "You can go clean up."

Her smile was a rainbow after a long, dark storm.

"Actually, I'm going to stay here a bit and put my hips up. You know, to help. Could you bring me my book and a pillow?"

"Sure, Claire."

"Thank you! You're my big Bear, do you know that?"

He smiled. She was always like this after sex; sweet and ebullient. When she was like this it reminded him of freshly blooming wild flowers after a spring rain shower. She shone with happiness and contentment and his heart surged with love.

So why was he feeling lost inside?