Lucy Martin<br/>Location: Dylan Murphy’s Apartment<br/>Tags: Dylan Murphy<br/><br/>Lucy had asked for his helped, begged for it even, and Dylan was more than happy to accommodate. She could feel him moving slightly, shifting, as the bed cried out softly underneath them. It was a stark contrast to what was to come next. Him, filling her, taking her, without abandon, without mercy, full of lust and hunger. There was no gentle, tender love making to this. This was something deeper, darker. This was the kind of action that one takes part in and keeps silent of. This was the kind of darkness that one fantasized of feeling at late hours behind closed doors and kept as their secret. Lucy groaned, not just the groan of pleasure but of groan of a woman who was sure she was at the point of where she would not be able to take anymore. He was filling her so, penetrating deeply, and Lucy was certain her body would explode or rip from the sheer size or the way he was slamming into her. It was a cry of pleasure and pain dancing so sweetly together, compelling anyone who could hear her to wonder what could make a woman make such a sound. They would seek her out only to find her writing on his shaft and wishing it was them, but it wasn’t them. It could not be them. It was her, and he slammed over and over inside her, the sound grew, coming from her parted lips. She arched her back, crying louder, finding the sound made it somehow easier to take him. In reality, he felt as though he would burst through into her abdomen. Such an act was impossible, she knew this, but at that moment, each and every time she felt his body against her own and his shaft buried deep inside of her, there was second where that fear was very real, and it gripped her tightly.<br/><br/>“Y-Yes,” she squeaked, not wanting to expend the energy to answer him, and yet she felt the need to do so.  As the sound of her answer left her lips, she felt his hand on her throat. Softly he touched her, once more a stark contrast to his actions, but soon enough both would meet together.  Lucy pulled against her wrist restraints, not wanting to stop him but to instead touch her own breasts. For reasons she couldn’t understand, Lucy wanted to touch her nipples, to pinch them. It was so clear to her how the sensation would mingle perfectly with what was happening to her, but she meet with opposition from the strength her bindings. It was frustrating. She knew the touch would send her over the edge, and in this state, she was left to teeter on the edge, unable to find her release.  Her lips moved as she struggled to gasp for air. “Yes,” she cried out, her answer more steady than the one that came before. She could hear it in his voice. His pace had quickened, and he too was struggling, struggling to go on, struggling to hold back his release. His hands grabbed her breasts, and Lucy took in a deep breath. It was the touch she wanted, it was the touch she needed. Her release rushed in, washing over her hips and legs. She felt her muscles tighten as her mouth hung open. The sound coming from her was unlike anything she had ever heard before. It was almost inhuman.  Her back arched so, and her hands behind her back were tightly drawn into fists. Amid this she felt him again, warm, filling her.  Her cries heightened as she knew their releases were meeting one another. They had brought each other to this point.<br/><br/>His words were soft, and honestly moving was the last thing she wanted to do. Still, as he commanded her to move, she did. Perhaps it wasn’t as fast as he would have liked, but she moved. The blind fold was removed. Her eyes blinked, taking in the soft light from the bedroom.  She looked down at him as he spoke, feeling her nerves growing. He was right. This would be the first time she tasted a man. Her eyes drifted along his body to his length. She took in a good look at what had taken her so, what had brought her such pleasure. Her hands were still behind her back. Using them to touch him would have been easy, but somehow she was sure he didn’t want this to be easy. He knew what he wanted, and he had made that perfectly clear. Carefully, implanting her knees further into the bed, she lifted her ass in the air, and leaned into him. The taste was something he had already commented on, that this would be her first time, but he made no mention of the scent. The scent of sex and release touched her nose, and Lucy was surprised by her body’s reaction. A tingle played with her clit. It was a delicious sensation that drew a soft gasp from her already parted lips. It made her want to move forward even faster. She moved closer, not taking a tentative lick across the tip, as if she were testing the waters, but instead drawing in the tip fully. The taste exploded on her taste buds, and Lucy’s eyes widened.  Driven by her need to taste more, she moved down his shaft, her lips and tongue collecting every drop. Soon she felt her stomach wrench as she had hit her gag reflex. Lucy drew back, leaving him completely. A trail of saliva could be seen from her bottom to his tip. Though the feeling had been strange to her when she touched her gag reflex, it wasn’t enough to make her stop. She drew his cock back into her mouth once more, this time knowing when to stop. While this was her first time, Lucy knew what to do. The once inexperienced girl drew back again, this time not leaving his cock, only to take him once more. She liked this, tasting him, the closeness, feeling as though he was taking her mouth as he had her body. It made her warm inside.<br/><br/>She was about to ask him if he would someday take her mouth that way when he pulled her across his lap. Instantly this reminded her of when she was younger and her father would punish her by spanking her. It made her smile, almost wanting to laugh at such a thing. As he spoke, she could tell he was smiling too. Was this some sort of game he was playing now, she wondered. As his hand crashed against her cheek, Lucy knew this wasn’t a game. The smile that had been on her lips vanished. Corrected. It made sense now. This reminded her of a spanking because it was a spanking. The second came just as quickly, and before Lucy could wiggle against him, he was massaging her.  Amid the smacks, she felt his fingers lace into hair, holding her there. His intent was clear. She was not to move. Soon as the smacks came, so too did her cries. The rubbing was soothing, but it never lasted long. This wasn’t for pleasure, and yet when his fingers would slide to her sex, Lucy knew he was finding her wet. What he didn’t know was her thoughts. She wanted him to touch her there. The smacks hurt, and yet she began to want them. She began to anticipate them. Lucy began to grind into his lap, trying to find relief to growing need.<br/><br/>The last smack from his hand left her screaming out. There was no relief from his hand. Just his actions of pulling her up. She loved how it felt, her scalp being pulled by the strands of hair he used. There was something in those dark eyes. A darkness that she felt in her own eyes. She was locked to them, unable to look away, unable to stay silent. “Yes. Please. Dylan….I want more.”