Page 52 of Security and Submission
Grabbing hold of the bottom of his shirt, Zeus pulled it up over his head, revealing an incredibly fit, muscular body. He was on the bulky-muscle rather than lean-muscle side, which wasn’t normally Yasmine’s type… but that was the point. She wasn’t doing things the usual way.
This was casual sex.
The slutty grey sweatpants were next, and she was almost sorry to see them go, but since they revealed equally muscular thighs and a nice, thick cock with a dark pink mushroom head, at least there was compensation. Zeus held her gaze steadily as he ripped open the condom packet.
Climbing onto the bed, one hand on his dick, the other rolling the condom over it, Yasmine couldn’t help but feel like a pampered princess, waiting to be claimed.
Nope, nope, cut it out. That’s the fantasy talking. This is just casual sex. He wants to get his dick wet, and you want to get pounded into the mattress. Nothing romantic about it.
Zeus seemed to have a thing about her ankles because he took them in his hands again as he moved to her, lifting them up into the air, so her legs were resting against his chest again. His eyes gleamed as he looked down at her.
“Let me know if this gets uncomfortable,” he said, running his hand down her leg from her ankle to her hip.
“Being bent in half, or do you think your dick is that big?” Sometimes her mouth ran away from her. Was it bad that she was wishing he’d spank her for it? Maybe. She could bring it up later.
If they did this again. Which she wasn’t going to commit to right now, even though she knew she was likely going to want to.
“Both.”
The tip of his cock found her opening, and he thrust in hard, leaning forward to the bed and brushing his lips over hers as her mouth opened with a cry. As soft and wet as she was, he was easily able to slide half his cock into her, stretching her open while simultaneously bending her in half.
Yasmine was incredibly flexible thanks to the yoga she did. Her knees hit her shoulders on his second thrust as he buried himself inside her, hard, fast, and deep. Her muscles clamped around him, and she whimpered as she reached above her head to grab hold of the bedframe, which was easier than trying to reach him with the current position of her legs.
He rocked against her, sending all her already overstimulated nerve endings into a frenzy, her swollen clit pulsing against his groin.
“That’s good,” he said, his gaze tracking her hands. “Hold on to the bedframe like a good girl for me, princess.”
Before Yasmine could object to being called a princess—endearments were for relationships—Zeus was already pulling out and thrusting back in, turning her response into a wordless cry of passion.
Zeus
Being buried inside Yas was fucking heaven.
She was so hot and wet, he could feel her muscles rippling around him through the condom. The sweet and sour taste of her pussy still coated his tongue. Her legs pressed against his chest, pushing but not resisting.
Three cheers for flexibility.
There was just something incredibly hot about having a prim and proper princess pinned beneath him this way, unable to move as he filled her pussy with thick cock over and over. Princesses weren’t supposed to get fucked raw, but here she was—on her back, breasts still cupped by the lacy underwire, ankles practically at her head—while he pounded into her as deep as he could get.
“Oh God!” She arched beneath him, pussy squeezing the hell out of his cock as he thrust in hard, making her breasts bounce and her nipples brush her legs. Zeus could hear the creak of the wood as her fingers tightened around the spindles on his headboard.
Which was exactly why he had spindles instead of a smooth headboard.
Eventually, he hoped to have Yas’ hands bound to them, not just holding them.
“That’s it, princess,” he murmured, bending his head to catch one nipple in his mouth and giving it a quick, gentle bite before releasing it. “Take my cock like a good girl.”
The way her pussy clamped down again when he called her that told him that he’d hit a nerve. Which he’d already suspected. Yas liked being a good girl. He wondered if she’d like being a bad girl, too, but that was something to explore at another time. Just like tying her down.
“Oh, fuck… Zeus…” She squirmed beneath him, legs pressing against his chest as she tried to get enough leverage to move, but he weighed too much. “I can’t… it’s too much…”
“Yes, you can, princess. I want you to come all over my cock for me.”
She moaned again as he reached down to press his hand between their bodies, his thumb coming to rest on her swollen clit. The slickness of her arousal coated her pussy lips and the little nub, making it easy for him to rub his thumb in smooth circles intended to drive her wild.
“Zeus!” She spasmed so hard, she almost managed to throw him off, causing him to thrust in deep again, just by her movements. Both of them groaned at the sensation.
Taking back control, Zeus gripped her hips.
