A Little Bit Rough (The Morning After #4) (SAMPLE)

Part 1 - What Carrie Wants

The sun was warm on her legs, as it usually was when she slept until late morning. So why was the room dark?

Carrie yawned and fumbled for the lamp switch. That's when she noticed she couldn't reach the lamp. She was spread-eagled on her back, with restraints on her wrists and ankles. She blinked. Ah. Yes. It was dark because she was wearing a blindfold.

She opened her mouth to yell for her husband, when a fragment of the previous evening came back to her.

"Tell me what you want."

She rocked her hips back and forth, riding his cock and trying to come. "This."

"I mean someday. A fantasy."

"You know all my fantasies."

He put a practiced hand on her breast and the other on her pussy mound. "No, I know what makes you come."

"Same thing." She gasped when he fondled her nipple.

"Is not."

"Keep doing that."

"Tell me something we haven't done." He pressed his thumb against her clit and raised his hips just enough to change the angle of his cock inside her.

She moaned and picked up the pace, right on cue. "But I like what we do."

"So do I."

"Then why change it?"

"Not change, add."

"Add what?"

He pinched her nipple. Her eyes widened, and her pussy clenched hard around his cock. "Ooh," she breathed.

"You liked that."

"I did."

He reached up and took hold of both of her nipples. He pinched his fingers together slowly, slowly, without blinking. She arched her back and closed her eyes. "What's it feel like?"

"My nipples...connected to my clit...didn't know that," she gasped between thrusts.

He increased the pressure. She was moving to her own rhythm now, a frantic, devouring pace. "Now tell me what you want to try."

"Control. Want you...control everything. Tie me down. Fill me. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me, Ray. Fuck me hard."

The obscenity, or its novelty, sent him over the edge. He grabbed her hips and steered her up and back, slamming their groins together.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, oh, yes," she cried out with a tone she hadn't known she could hit.

She came. Not with the short, almost delicate spasm she expected, but a monstrous thing that shook every part of her.

Afterwards she lay on his broad chest, their bodies still together, trying to breathe. She felt his chuckle more than she heard it. "I'm going to remember this," he said. He stroked her hair, and she sighed and cuddled closer.

Her nipples tingled, and her pussy shuddered with the memory. The musky smell of their lovemaking still lingered. She pulled against the restraints, but not too hard.

A plastic shopping bag crinkled from the general direction of the bedroom door. "Naughty, naughty. You're not trying to get away, are you?"

"Not at all, lover. Trying to figure out how you've got me secured, though."

"Three neckties and a bathrobe belt."

"You have four neckties."

"I'm saving one in case we have to go to a wedding or a funeral."

"Mmm. Good thinking, honey. Can you let me out, real quick?"

He sat on the corner of the bed. His fingertips traced a line over the curve of her calf, around her knee, and up her thigh. "Why? Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Not really."

"So why?"

She squirmed. "Well. I hope all this—" she tugged at the restraints again, "means you're going to do something wonderful to me."

"Absolutely." He shifted his weight. A second later his hot breath warmed her inner thigh, and he nibbled the delicate skin.

"So I should get cleaned up a little."

"Why?"

"Stop saying that! Because we had sex last night. Let's start with a clean slate."

"No."

"What?"

"I said no." His voice had a steely ring.

Her face went cold, but her pussy grew warm. "Please, Ray. You know what I...you know."

"Say it."

"Come on—"

"Say it, Carrie."

"I worry about the...the smell. I don't want you to be turned off."

The bed creaked when he stood up. The plastic bag rustled. "You've been saying that for years now. For just as long, I've said I don't mind."

"I know, but—"

Whack. Something stung the flesh of her thigh, and she squeaked.