Raw Seduction (A spicy Erotica series)

Chapter 4: Naughty Naughty girl

Chapter 4

Selena's POV,

Selena's eyes were dilated from utter frustration. All her fingers a had succeeded to do was make her even more horny.

Watching him workout was like watching porn. It was so sensual, so sexy, like his entire being was made for s*x. She wondered what had made him curse out loud but he still hadn't turned around which meant she was safe.

She adjusted her clothes and slipped out of the gym room.

Selena barely made it to her room before her door swung open.

A startled scream escaped from her lips before she could stop herself. She turned around found Ryan stalking towards her, his silver eyes now almost black. She stepped backward, until her butt hit the reading table.

"Wha... What are you doing?" She muttered as she stared down to his menacing d**k that bobbed inside his gym shorts.

"Do I make you uncomfortable, darling?" Ryan said, his voice totally different from how he usually sounded. He sounded hoarse and almost scary as he said again "What are you so afraid of, Selena? You want this"

"No. No I don't" Selena barely managed to say.

"Lying to me, now? Naughty girl" Ryan whispered in her ear as he bent down and cupped her ass.

"What are you doing? Stop it! I don't want it." Selena said weakly. She didn't even believe herself. She was very sure Ryan didn't believe her.

Ryan grabbed both of her hands in his large hands and pulled her forward. He dragged her out of the room and straight into the giant walk-in closet she shared with her husband, and then towards her husbands side of the wardrobe.

"What are you doing?" She asked, but he ignored her, opening drawers and closing them.

"What are you doing, Ryan?" She asked again.

Ryan turned towards her with her husband's crisp white office shirt in his hand.

"Shutting you up" he growled as he wrinkled the shirt and turned it into a gag that he forced into her mouth. Before she could react further, her hands were both tied up with her husband's belt.

Now that she was not able to move or speak, Ryan swung her over his shoulder and carried her back into the room.

He dropped her on the bed, and she immediately began to squirm, in fear or anticipation she couldn't tell.

Ryan secured her already tied hands to the head of the beg with another belt. While she laid there, completely exposed to him, he pushed her legs apart and stared down at her cunt openly, his d**k dancing happily in his shorts.

"Aren't you married, Selena? Why is your p***y so wet for me, naughty girl?" Ryan said gruffly as he kneeled between her spreads legs.

Selena couldn't form a real answer as her head swarm with need. She couldn't tell the difference between right and wrong, up and down, right or left. Is this another dream, she thought. Would it end all over again? Am I supposed to be enjoying this?

How did he know loved getting tied up?

Ryan obviously didn't care for her answer as he swiftly pulled her pajama shorts down revealing her tiny red g-string.

"f**k! I've imagined this p***y in so many ways, Selena" The pulled down the shorts from her legs and took a deep sniff.

"Dammit Selena! You smell glorious... So f*****g good, I could eat you all day" he said as he took another long sniff from her shorts before dropping it beside her head.

The smell of her own arousal hit Selena and she blushed, ashamed at how apparent it was that he affected her. She couldn't even deny it further. The proof was right there. Beside her head, and between her legs.

Ryan stayed in his kneeling position, and with very little restraint, he snapped the flimsy g-string and took another long sniff before folding the g-string into the pocket of his shorts.

Selena began to squirm as the cold air hit her exposed cunt. She laid there, her mouth gagged, and her hands bound to the head bed, vulnerable and exposed to him in the most primal way.

" Nod if you want me to suck your tight p***y. I'm giving you one last chance to back out before it's too late" Ryan said without even looking up at her. His eyes where fixed on her pink p***y.

He was giving her a choice, a chance to bury herself further. After now, she can't say she was forced, she can't say she didn't have a choice to stop it. It was his way of telling her, that he knew she fantasized about him too.

Selena nodded.

She waited and Ryan did nothing.

She nodded again.

This time when he didn't respond, she began to mumble incoherent words behind her mouth gag.

This time Ryan chuckled.

"Look at you being needy for me. Begging for my c**k like a slut"

Ryan rose from his position on the floor and climbed on top of her, he slid his hand under her pajama shirt and grabbed one of her full, luscious boobs. The most primal, sensual moan escaped Selena's lips even behind the gag.

"This shirt is a restriction, Selena" Ryan said as he held the helm of her shirt.

"Oops, I can't take it off since your hands are tied up. Too bad, I hope you don't have a sentimental attachment to this pajama shirt" Ryan said before ripping the shirt clean down the middle.

Her breast bounced at the sheer force and pressure he exerted, and just like that, her breast where exposed to him.

Before Selena could mumble and beg him to take her, his lips clamped down on her pink n*****s, his tongue circling her areola, playing with her n****e, biting and then tugging lightly.

While he sucked, his other hand made sure her left breast wasn't lonely. He touched and fondled, grabbed and pinched.

Selena's mind was on overdrive.

It had been so long, so long since she had been made to feel so much all at once.

Quickly, he slid his fingers straight into her needy p***y. Selena arched her back off the bed as she groaned in pleasure.

Ryan bent down, slowly bringing his fingers to his mouth and tasting her.

Selena almost came at the sight.

Her eyes shut instinctively when Ryan bent down and took her whole p***y into his mouth. He plunged his tongue into her depths over and over, ringing out her pleasure.

If Selena's mouth wasn't gagged, she would have screamrd down the house.

"f**k, Selena, you taste so good. So f*****g good, sweetheart. You like it when I suck your slutty little cunt, yeah? How about when I f**k that cunt of yours? Will you like it, sweetheart?"

All Selena could do was nod her head repeatedly, with all her might, trying to to cry and beg him to f**k her with her knees on the floor.

Ryan smiled sardonically as he pulled down his gym shorts and released his d**k. It was huge, just how Selena had imagined it in her dream.

He bent between her thighs on the bed, settling himself at her entrance,eyes locking with hers as he plunged himself deep into p***y.

Selena's eyes watered as her p***y expanded to make space for him.

He pulled out all the way to the tip, before ramming right back into her.

Selena cried out behind the gag, tears streaming down her eyes as she looked at him. She began to move her hips in rhythm to his strokes. He reached his fingers down to rub her c******s, making Selena almost convulse with pleasure.

"f**k. You're such a slut, Selena" Ryan whispered in her ear. His groans almost clouding his words.

"Say it. Say you're my slut" Ryan said as he reached for her mouth and pulled down the mouth gag while still ramming his c**k into her.

"Say it, Selena" he bent to bite the point between her neck and shoulder. Selena cried out in pleasure, her body shaking and vibrating as bolt after bolts of electricity went through her body.

"I'm-I'm your slut, I'm all yours"

"Good girl. You're going be a good girl and c*m for me, yeah?"

"... You're gonna c*m for me, Selena" Selena could hear the roar of waves in her head as her orgasm slammed into her like a wave. Ryan wasn't far behind as he rammed into her so quick, she thought her p***y would break apart.

He growled as his own orgasm hit him, he buried the sound in her mouth in a wild claiming kiss as he came hard into her filling her up with his seed.

Selena smiled as she completely relaxed, tucking herself into his side.

She couldn't even scream as she turned to look towards her room door.

Serena's mind blanked! Blood rushed to her head, feeling it up to the very brim.

Standing by the door with his d**k in his hand, c*m dripping from his already re hardening c**k was her husband, Francis.