Chapter 53

Claudia had no idea how long he left her like that. She was helpless to do anything but listen to his movements throughout the house. With the open loft she could hear him on the floor below working in the kitchen, making something to eat. She tried to think about the last time she ate and if she were hungry, but the sensations overwhelming her body were too distracting for her to worry about food.
The press of the anal plug against her tender ass had gradually morphed from uncomfortable into an incredible fullness. Every time she shifted or wiggled her ass the plug moved ever so slightly, pressing against nerve endings she didn't know existed. The feelings were intense, unexpected and so unbelievably good. The better her ass felt the more she became aware of her empty pussy and the desire to have it filled. Specifically with the fat cock of her gorgeous, overbearing captor.
Claudia bit her lip to keep from begging him to come over to the bed and fuck her. He was sitting in one of the leather chairs by the fire, and had been for a while now. She had demanded he untie her when he'd come up the stairs and sprawled out in the chair with what sounded like papers. He'd ignored her until she threatened to start screaming. Then he had calmly told her if she didn't shut up he would gag her too. Considering she was trussed up in his bed, with a butt plug buried between her ass cheeks, she decided to take him at his word and stop talking.
Unfortunately, the lack of conversation forced her to ponder the sexual heat that was nearly overwhelming her body. She had no idea simply being forced to lie naked in one spot, blind-folded, opened up and ready for Tyson's every sexual whim would make her so horny. She humped her hips against the bed a little, trying to create a little friction against her clit. She moaned in frustration when her limbs protested the movement.
More rustling caught her attention. She wondered what he was doing. If he was reading something relaxing like a newspaper or magazine, or if he brought work with him. She suspected the latter considering Tyson worked like a machine. The only time she'd heard he took off work was when he was with her.
Claudia knew exactly how to relax the big man and turn his attention away from figures and business takeovers. If she weren't tied down to a bed, she'd sashay over to him, trail her fingers across his broad, tense shoulders. Maybe give him a little massage before going around in front to stand between him and the fire. His eyes would trace over her flawless skin where the firelight caressed every generous curve. She would turn her back to him, show him what she looked like from that angle and then she'd bend over and give him a full view of her new toy. He would reach for her but she would dance away, shake her head, sending cascades of long honeyed waves dancing around her body.
She would drop to her knees on the rug, crawl up between his legs and pull his business papers out of his hands. He would let her, because he would be so distracted at this point that work would be the last thing he would want to think about. He would ease himself further down in the chair, spread his knees and beckon her closer. She would place her long feminine fingers on his thighs and pull herself up until her breasts came into his view. He would reach for her, tugging gently on her nipples while she unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his big, erect cock.
Claudia realized she was moaning and wriggling helplessly on the bed, pulling against the restraints in a desperate attempt to get free and make her fantasy a reality. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet, but realized that she no longer heard the rustling of papers. What she did hear was Tyson, breathing heavily and standing over her. She couldn't see him through the blindfold, but she could feel his presence.
"Tyson" she pleaded.
"Beg me for it, Claudia," he rumbled, his voice sounding strained. "Tell me to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before. Tell me what you know I want to hear."
"Yes!" she moaned, her heart pounding and her pussy gushing at the sound of his clothes hitting the floor. "Please, fuck me Tyson, do it now. Oh god, I want you so bad."
She heard him round the end of the bed. He gripped her thighs and pulled her back toward the edge of the bed. The movement caused the roping to go tauter and her legs to spread even wider. She panted and continued to beg him mindlessly. She screamed at the unexpected invasion of his tongue as he kneeled between her thighs and licked her pussy with a ferociousness that told her he wanted her just as desperately as she wanted him. He had probably been unable to concentrate on whatever he was reading before in the chair. Instead, his heated gaze would have been drawn to her naked, bound body time and again.
"God, yes!" she keened as he suckled her labia and ran his tongue up and down her slit, stopping to circle her clit a few times before moving up to stab his tongue into her vagina.
She was so close to exploding that her body was beginning to contract, her anal passage tightening around the plug sparking sensations all through her body. Tyson came up over her, his stomach hitting her ass, pressing against the plug. She felt him drag his penis through her folds and line up against her soaking pussy.
Claudia screamed as he slammed himself deep into her body, mercilessly driving through her contracting channel. He was so big that she could barely take him comfortably let alone with something in her ass, stretching both passages. Pain and pleasure merged into one huge crashing orgasm that swept over her like a wave. As Tyson fucked her with short, hard strokes, her orgasm went on and on. She felt fluid gush from her pussy, soaking him and easing his way.
"Fuck, baby," he snarled from behind her. "Can't hold on. So fucking good!"
She felt him as he neared his own orgasm. His thrusts became even more aggressive, her soft ass absorbing the slam of his hips. His fingers bit into her hips, holding her still as he grunted in satisfaction and came deep within her, flooding her pussy with his hot semen.
He held himself above her, his fists on the bed next to her waist, his belly flush against her ass. "Fuck. Never came that fast before."
As much as she was learning to enjoy her new toys, Claudia very much wanted to by free so she could cuddle up against the big man that had brought her mindless amounts of pleasure. "Tyson," she whispered, "can you please untie me?"
He grunted his response, but reached for her ankle. She heard a soft click and then she was free. Tyson gently pulled her leg back, massaging her thigh and calf. He gave the other side of her body similar treatment. Claudia sighed in contentment as he cared for her. She reached up and pushed the blindfold up her forehead, blinking sleepily in the dim light. She rolled onto her back and watched him as he continued to massage her body, checking her for any possible damage from his rough treatment.
Tyson looked so beautiful to her in that moment. His big, strong body bent over her. His dark skin contrasting sharply with her pink flushed skin. His mahogany body looked like black silk in the light of the fire. She sighed in disappointment when he stood and strode to the washroom, leaving her alone on the bed. She heard him drain the tub of her previous bath water and then run the taps, apparently filling the whirlpool tub again. Her suspicions were confirmed when he strode back to the bed and lifted her boneless body into his arms.
Claudia was way too tired to even consider a protest. If the big overly muscled man wanted to carry her around, who was she to complain? She sighed in utter contentment as he lowered her gently into the tub. He climbed in behind her and tugged her into his lap. She snuggled against him and closed her eyes, letting the feeling of repletion flood over her. Tyson ran the bar of soap tenderly over her, caressing her as she lolled in his arms half asleep.
He gently turned her over so her breasts her pressed against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and turned her head so her face was pressed into his shoulder. He stroked down her back until he reached her ass. With his knees he gently nudged her legs apart. Claudia tensed, knowing what was about to happen.
"Shhh, Claudia," he said quietly against the top of her head. "Relax and let me take care of you."
Claudia forced the muscles of her body to gradually relax. He squeezed her ass and gently kneaded the generous globes until his fingers brushed against the edge of the butt plug. He continued to stroke her back and ass with one hand while the other steadily pulled the plug from her body. The heat of the water soothed away the slight sting.
He finished soaping her and then set her on the bench next to him, quickly washed himself, before emptying the tub. Standing, he picked Claudia up out of the water and stepped onto the bathmat. He set her down so she was sitting on the edge of the tub and dried her off. After drying himself, he picked her up once more.
He lowered her onto the bed and buried her in fluffy quilts before quickly removing the restraint system he had set up. After he finished tucking everything away back into the black bag he had brought in, he took his place on the bed beside her. She snuggled into his side and sighed. Her mind was still spinning with the incredible high of her orgasm. She swore she never felt so good in her entire life.
Tyson stretched his arm back and, maneuvering her pillow against his side, tucked her head into his shoulder. She snuggled against him, breathing in his scent. She slipped her arm over his stomach and pressed herself into him, feeling his hardness against her softness.
"I'm sorry I ran away, Tyson," she whispered. "I was afraid."
He didn't say anything for a second. Then he turned his head to the side and pressed a kiss against her forehead. "I know."
"You're not like him," she said.
"Go to sleep, Claudia."
Her eyes drifted shut and within minutes she was sleeping soundly, trusting her big lover to keep her safe.