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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Nov 10, 2015 5:19:16 GMT
Katerina got goose bumps at the idea of him taking her into the bedroom and tying her to the bed. He was the only guy she had ever trusted with any kind of bondage during sex, and the fact that she knew she could trust him was what ultimately made it so sexy. To be honest, if there were a place for him to tie her up right there in the kitchen she would have been all for it. She wanted him to the point that she had forgotten all about being sick earlier, all Kat could really focus on was the growing ache between her legs and the fact that he was so deliciously pressed up against her.
"The circus wouldn't even take them... I do think I remember a certain story about Ethel trying to sell you to the circus but the declined. No, it looks like we'll just have to deal with them if we get stuck with any like you." She said with a smile. Somehow she and Mercy had survived his tormenting so she high hopes that a little terror mini John wouldn't be too much of a challenge after that.
Katerina was going to say something back to him telling her she would always be beautiful, even with saggy tits, but the way he was touching her both with his mouth and his hands, had her eyes rolling back into her head and she let out a little moan. One of her hands left it's place behind his neck and moved down the front of his shirt until she reached the hem and slipped up inside it to run along his well defined abs. Her legs wound around his back as he pulled her somehow even closer.
Her eyes came open as he spoke again and she gave him a sly grin. "I doubt you'll be all that bad looking yourself." Kat said as she tucked two fingers under the waistband of his jeans. "I'm still waiting for you to tie me to the bed by the way." She added as she expertly popped open the button on his jeans one handed, then teased the sensitive skin there. She was playing with fire, but she enjoyed getting burned by this kind.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Nov 10, 2015 6:33:41 GMT
John could only laugh at the mention of Ethel trying to sell him to the circus. "You're right. We're going to need a lot of alcohol and duct tape to survive any kids like me," he said to her shuddering at her touch as she slid her hands beneath his shirt. He gripped her thighs a little tighter, groaning when she tucked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans. His neck was starting to turn red just from trying to restrain himself from tearing off her clothes and fucking her right there on the kitchen counter.
"Oh no," he said, catching her hand as she teased him and pulling it away. He held onto her wrist, the devil in his eyes. "I have a much better idea... Hands to yourself, or I swear to God I will spank that ass of yours..." Pulling her down off of the counter, he stepped back and allowed his eyes to rake over the entire length of her body. Pulling one of the chairs out from the table, he set it in the middle of the kitchen.
"Take your clothes off. All of them. When I come back, I want to see you sitting here..." Lifting his foot, he used it to kick the chair toward her, watching it slide across the floor. Backing away from her, John buttoned his pants and left for a moment, heading down the hall and disappearing into her bedroom. Passing Elia's door, he sure as hell hoped that they wouldn't wake her. That was the last thing he wanted or needed. Brushing those thoughts aside though, he searched around Kat's room until he found exactly what he was looking for.
Heading back out into the kitchen, he held a few of her scarves in his hand. Yes, she'd been wearing one already, but one wasn't enough. Just thinking about what he was going to do to her made him aches with desire, his mouth practically watering as his need to taste her grew stronger.
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Nov 11, 2015 16:32:15 GMT
Katerina couldn't help but feel excited as he grabbed hold of her wayward hand and pulled it away, telling her to keep her hands to herself and that he had a better idea than tying her to the bed. The fact that he threatened to spank her if she didn't keep her hands to herself turned her on more though it definitely shouldn't have. Kat felt herself grow wetter as she anticipated what he was planning on doing to her. "Yes sir." She said watching him as he pulled out a chair from the table set it in the center of the room and then kicked it over to her.
Goosebumps covered her skin as he ordered her to undress right there in the kitchen, and to be completely naked and sitting in the chair when he came back. Kat watched back away from her then turn and go down the hall into her bedroom. God this man knew how to get to her for sure. Her skin felt extra sensitive as she tugged her shirt off, scarf with it and tossed it on the floor some ways away. Kat would have folded it if she were so eager to be completely naked and waiting for him when he came back. She quickly unclasped her bra, throwing it over with her shirt and scarf and made quick work of taking off her boots, her jeans and panties followed until she was standing there naked in her kitchen.
Katerina glanced down the hall and then to the chair she was supposed to sit down in. Only after a seconds hesitation she sat herself down on the bare cold wood of the chair and shivered though it didn't have anything to do with the actual cold. She ran a hand over her sensitive skin and a rush of heated liquid pooled between her legs, making her even wetter if that were even possible. Kat glanced back down the hall and wondered what was taking him so long. She was in the perfect position for him to see her clearly from the hall, so devilishly she spread her legs wide enough to give him a clear view of her glistening wet opening while she also reached up and rolled her nipple between her forefinger and thumb. He HAD told her to keep her hands to herself after all. As he came out of her bedroom she pinned him with her brown eyes, half glazed with pleasure already. And he hadn't even touched her yet!
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Nov 11, 2015 18:42:11 GMT
Coming down the hall, John definitely got an eyeful. His eyes raked over her, from the sight of her slick, wet opening, all the way up to the the nipple she was toying with. It made him ravenous. Coming up to her, he grabbed a hold of her hand, pulling it away from her breast. She was driving him crazy. He wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to hold off on slipping inside of her, especially with the way she was tempting him.
"Did I tell you that you could touch that?" he asked her, his eyes gleaming and a smirk on his face. "You're bad, KitKat. Do you know what your punishment is going to be?" Walking around behind the chair, John squatted down and bound her wrists behind the back of it with one of her scarves. He did so tightly and well enough so that she couldn't escape, though he made sure she was comfortable. With the skills he had, John definitely knew how to tie a knot the right way.
Straightening back up, he held onto the back of the chair and, still standing behind her, leaned in to kiss the spot right beneath her ear lobe. Lingering for a moment, he spoke in a low voice, lips against her ear. "I'm going to make you beg. That's your punishment. I'm not going to fuck you until you're screaming for it. And you're not allowed to come until I say you can." His tone was oozing with arousal and he was throbbing within his pants, aching to feel her warmth around him.
Letting go of the chair, he walked back around her and took another one of her scarves. Kneeling in front of her, he tied one of her ankles to the leg of the chair before grabbing the last scarf to tie the other. Standing up then, John locked eyes with her before pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it onto her pile of clothes. His dog tags fell against his muscular chest, his healed and closed up by now. The scars were still fresh, however, especially the scar from the bullet that pierced his shoulder, just above his heart.
Unbuckling his belt, John proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes until he was standing in the middle of her kitchen and wearing nothing but his boxers. Leaving those on, he stepped toward her, his hungry eyes consuming her. Taking hold of the chair, the first place his lips landed was on her neck, effectively denying her lips. His kissed trailed down the length of her neck until his mouth caught hold of her nipple. Sucking and teasing the hardened peak with the tip of his tongue, John took hold of her opposite breast, running his thumb around the areola, but refusing to touch the nipple itself. Meanwhile, his free hand started to roam down her thigh. He wasn't going to touch her where he knew she wanted to be touched the most. Not yet.
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Nov 22, 2015 4:46:30 GMT
”You didn’t tell me that I couldn’t.” Katerina responded a little breathlessly as she eyed the scarves he held in his hands. Just the thought of what he was going to do with those had her excited. ”Yes, I’m bad, terribly so…” She agreed shivering again as he contemplated what her punishment would be. While she wasn’t overly kinky or anything, this kind of sex play with John had always gotten her going like no guy could ever begin to come close to. As he tied her heads securely behind the chair, she flexed her wrists reflexively testing the bonds. They definitely wouldn’t hurt her but they would successfully keep her there that was for sure. Just the idea of being at his mercy, well that had her even wetter.
A moan slipped from her mouth as he pressed a kiss beneath her earlobe and told her in a whisper that he intended to make her beg for him to fuck her. Gods, why did he had to be so damn sexy? This definitely shouldn’t be turning her on the way it was. Just imagining trying not to come until he said so, with her body already being so aroused, well it seemed like an impossible task… but she was willing to give it a shot for him. Anything for this man. Katerina might have made a mistake that cost them five years of being together, but she wasn’t going to miss out on any more of what they had to offer each other.
Katerina’s skin seemed to tingle as he bent and tied the other two scarves around her ankles and the legs of the chair, effectively tying her to the chair so there would be no escaping… as if she wanted to escape. She quite liked being tied there, like an offering for him. God she felt so sexy, wonton even, tied naked to the chair with her thighs spread open so that he had a terrific view of her and everything she had to give him. Her eyes were half hooded as she watched him undress in front of her, teasing her with his body when she couldn’t touch him like she wanted to. Another moan escaped her as he stepped towards her.
As his lips touched her neck and then scorchingly trailed their way down until they latched themselves onto her nipple she found herself arching her body up towards his as her head fell back. Her breathing got even faster, especially as he began to touch her other breast and run his hand down her thigh. ”John…” Kat said, her voice a breathy moan of pleasure and plea. Gods how she wished she could run her fingers through his hair and hold him there to her nipple for a while. All she could manage was to clench her fists, fingernails digging into her palms. This was definitely some kind of torture… but one she would let him do to her all over again in a heartbeat.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Nov 22, 2015 7:45:23 GMT
The sound of her moaning his name only provoked the beast within him. She arched against him and he sucked harder on her nipple in response. God he wanted to slip inside of her and fuck her until the sun rose, just to hear her say his name like that all night long. He was enjoying this too much though. Having her at his mercy just made his erection feel even more prominent.
Releasing her nipple from his mouth, the ex-marine took hold of both of her thighs, massaging them. He wanted to make her feel better than she ever had before and, with that in mind, he took her other nipple in his mouth, giving it the same attention that he had the other one. God her breasts were amazing.
Finally giving in, John slipped his finger between her soft, damp folds. He didn't push his finger into her yet though and, instead, ran his finger along the length of her opening, her wetness helping his finger to glide over her with ease. If there was one thing he couldn't get enough of, it was the sound of her moans and he wanted to make her moan more and much louder.
His finger rubbed against her clit, but only for a moment, just before he finally slid that finger into her, followed by a second. His thumb pressed against that little nub then as he started to stroke the inside of her, searching for that sweet spot. He was gentle as he lightly tugged at her nipple with his teeth, teasing the very tip with his tongue before letting it go entirely. "I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before," he said to her, kissing her perfect breasts and relishing in the moment. Making her feel good turned him on and he was so incredibly hot and bothered. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand not being inside of that tight opening of hers.
Still stroking her, he arched a brow, a devilish smirk playing across his handsome features. "Just say it, KitKat... tell me how much you want it. Beg me to fuck you and maybe I'll do it... God, you are so fucking wet. Do you know how good that's going to feel when I'm inside of you? All you have to do is say the words, sweetheart..."
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Nov 23, 2015 4:18:40 GMT
Katerina bit her lip as he tormented her by releasing her nipple and began massaging her thighs. While it felt amazing, that wasn’t where she wanted his hands to be. She wished her hands were free so she could grab his hands from where they sat on her thighs and push one between them, so that he could touch her where she needed to be touched most. As he took her other nipple in his mouth she couldn’t stop the moan that slipped past her lips and she scooted forward in the chair a bit, trying to get closer to his body. ”John!” Kat exclaimed, her voice full of need as he finally slipped his finger between her folds that were more than wet for him, they were practically dripping.
”John please!” Katerina moaned as he teased her by running his finger along the length of her, but not pushing it inside of her. She could feel her vaginal muscles clenching already and the fact that her channel was empty was bordering on painful with how aroused she was. It was a blessing when he finally slipped one finger, and then another inside her while pressing against her nub. It sent tingling sensations down her thighs and up into her stomach. As those skilled fingers began to stroke inside of her, Katerina practically stood on tiptoes, as much as being tied to the chair would allow her, and arched her body into her thrusts.
Another, much louder moan bordering on a soft scream escaped her as his teeth tugged on her nipple and his tongue played across it. Her entire body was practically vibrating with need by now, he had told her he would make her beg and by now she was more than okay with begging… she wanted him and she didn’t care if she had to beg for it. As he kissed her breasts warm shocks seemed to travel from them straight to her already dripping opening and she moaned again. ”Yes, John, please!” she said to his comment, though all she really heard was ‘I’m going to fuck you’ that’s all she needed to hear right then.
His fingers rubbed expertly over a particularly sensitive spot and Kat felt her muscles clench on him, drenching him even more if that were even possible. God she was so turned on. A loud, breathy moan escaped her as she tried again to move her body closer to him. She was being entirely too loud but right then she didn’t care. ”Yes, John, God yes. Fuck me! I’m so hot, I’m burning up inside, please – ohhhh….” Kat broke off in a moan as he hit her sweet spot again. She was so close to her climax that she was worried she would come before he told her to. God why did she even care about that right now? ”Fuck me, fuck me like you never have before.” She added between panting breaths. Kat’s gaze caught his glacier blue one and there was a definite fire in those chocolate brown eyes of hers, and it was all for him. This sexy god of a man that had her tied to her dining chair like an offering to him.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Nov 23, 2015 5:33:34 GMT
His smirk only grew more pronounced as she started to beg him to fuck her and, knowing that she was getting closer to an orgasm, he did the cruelest thing ever... he removed his fingers. The sound of her begging for him to fuck her was like music to his ears and he stepped back, his eyes relishing in her quivering and intensely aroused form. He had told her that she wasn't allowed to come until he told her she could and he was going to stick by that promise. Lifting his fingers to his mouth, he sucked her juices right off.
"I like the sound of you begging," he said to her finally pushing his boxers off and kicking them over to their pile of clothes. He was fully erect and aching to feel her. This was just as much torture for him as it was for her. The amount of restraint he was showing was simply amazing considering all he wanted to do was slip into her and thrust like he never had before. Taking hold of his shaft, he rubbed up and down the length of it, his eyes glued to her and body... her voluptuous breasts in particular.
Stepping toward her again, he pushed the chair back and tilted it until the back of it was leaning against the kitchen counter, standing on only the hind legs. He held the chair steady, unwilling to let it slip, and leaned over her. His face was close to hers and, while he held the chair with one hand, his other was still rubbing his cock.
Kissing her deeply now, he rubbed the tip of his shaft against her soaked pussy, his muscles straining with the effort of resistance. His dog tags dangled over her, the cold metal brushing the area between her breasts. Even now that he was home, he still hardly ever took them off. "God, you are so fucking hot," he said, unsure of whether or not he could keep this up much longer. He was going to try though because he was enjoying the torture on both of their ends just a little too much. When he was convinced that she had wound down henough from the precipice of her near orgasm, he moved back.
Still stroking himself John got back onto his knees and, with her scooted up to the edge of the chair, he started to run his tongue over her. The tip teased against her opening before finding the sensitive nub above it. His free hand, meanwhile, reached upward, massaging one of her perfect breasts. Tickling her clit with his tongue, John then plunged it into the depths of her pussy, practically eating her up.
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Dec 3, 2015 3:15:37 GMT
”No! Don’t stop! Bastard.” Katerina cried as he removed his fingers. She felt like crying she was so on the verge of her orgasm that it practically hurt to have him deny her of it. She moaned a little and tried scooting herself against the chair to stimulate her clit but it just wasn’t working. She needed him, god damnit she had always needed him, and he was denying her of what she wanted and that was for him to be inside of her. Kat’s eyes didn’t leave him as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and stuck them inside soaked with the evidence of her arousal. It shouldn’t have been sexy but John could make practically anything hot.
As he pushed his boxers off, Katerina trailed her gaze down his body to his shaft that was already fully erect and pointing at her. Oh how she wished she could touch it, feel how hard and ready he was just for her. Her eyes didn’t stop there though and she glanced back up his body, taking in the whole package. There was definitely a lot to appreciate about this man and going to war, despite the injuries he had received, had only helped make him that much more appealing. God he was gorgeous. Kat’s eyes flashed back to hi erection as he began to rub himself and her mouth began to water as she remembered how it felt sliding between her lips, her tongue teasing him into madness. Now she was the one being teased into madness. And boy did she love it.
When he stepped towards her she could feel her pulse jump wildly, the vein in her neck pulsing faster than it had in a very long while. Kat gasped slightly as he tipped the chair back and leaned it against the counter. For a moment she feared that it would slip, but she trusted John not to let her. As he leaned in over her, still rubbing his cock she moaned a little as she watched his hand go up and down on his shaft and her tongue flicked out to lick her lips. ”I can help you with that if you’d like.” She found herself saying breathlessly just a moment before he took her lips with his own.
She nipped his lip as he teasingly rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen lower lips which were just aching for him to slip himself inside them. The cold metal of his dog tags were a stark contrast with her burning body and they gave her goosebumps all over again. Kat shivered despite the fact that she was on fire on the inside. ”Then fuck me, stop being such a tease…” She said as he pulled away from her lips. ”No..” She added as he moved to kneel in front of her and pulled her to the edge of the chair. ”That’s not what I me- mmmmm” She moaned as his tongue ran over her pussy and slipped between its folds to find her clit.
She wanted to tell him to stop, but at the same time she didn’t because him eating her out felt so damn amazing. Then again she was so turned on that just running a towel against her clit would make her shiver from excitement. Her thighs pressed against his face, trying to hold him there as she leaned her head back, enjoying the feeling of him rubbing her breast and stabbing her vagina with his tongue. But even his tongue wasn’t as amazing as his cock thrusting deep inside of her. ”John, please, I love you but so help me God if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to kill you when you let me out of these scarves.” Kat tried to threaten him but the small scream she let out right afterward took a bit of the bite out of her words. Damn him but everything he did was like a work of art, and his masterpiece was her body.
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