Chapter 12 Octavia #2
“Our home,” I repeat quietly, suddenly loving the place even more because Knight made this for us. He took a risk on me and built a future for us, and that’s beautiful—even if it is insane.
We sit in comfortable silence, just staring at the facade of the beautiful house for several more minutes, before Knight eventually drives forward, opening the garage door with the app on his cell.
Once the car is parked and the door closed behind us, I reach for my seat belt.
Knight makes a disgruntled noise, capturing my hands with his and pushing them down into my lap, before climbing out of his seat and striding confidently around to my side of the car.
Opening the door, he leans in, his familiar clean scent filling my nose as he unfastens my seat belt, then scoops me out of my seat and into his arms.
“Knight,” I shriek on a giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on tightly as he marches us into the house and makes a beeline for the stairs.
Not complaining, I hold on a little tighter, resting my head against his chest as he carries me into the bedroom, lowering me to my feet at the end of the bed.
Since he knocked on my door, he’s been the one in charge.
Undressing me, bathing me, feeding me, and fucking me.
But right now, I want to take care of him for a little while, or as long as he’ll let me.
Quickly unfastening my skirt, I let it slip to the floor. Removing my shirt, I drop it to the side, not looking where it lands, then kick off my trainers, leaving me in just my bra, panties, and the knee-high socks that feel a little naughty now that I’m only wearing my underwear.
Stepping into Knight’s personal space, I curl my fingers around the hem of his shirt, bunching the fabric in my hand before I slowly slide it up his chiseled chest, pushing up onto my tiptoes as I try to get it over his head.
Not speaking, he rips the shirt off, but instead of dropping it to the floor like I have, he folds it, then places it carefully on the chair in the corner of the room.
Smiling to myself, I turn my attention to his pants and the thick leather belt at his waist. The moment I see it, my mind flashes with an image of him bending me over and spanking me with it.
I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of sexual spanking.
I don’t know why. I don’t think I’m someone who enjoys pain, but there’s just something about having a man leave a handprint or a belt mark on my ass that seriously turns me on.
Running my fingers over the soft leather, I pull out the end and unfasten the buckle, then slip the belt free and turn my attention to the button and zipper. Pushing the button through the fabric, I slowly lower the zipper, then peel the pants over his hips and butt until they fall to his ankles.
Just like I suspected he would, he takes off his boots and socks, then slips his feet free of his pants. Folding them, he places them on top of his shirt, positioning his boots and socks on the floor beneath the chair.
Without saying a word, he returns to me, picks up my discarded clothes, and folds them on top of his before finally coming back to stand in front of me.
Chuckling softly, I smile up at him, expecting to see him smiling back at me, but instead, his expression is intense, fire burning brightly in his eyes.
Hooking my thumbs into the waist of his boxers, I keep our gazes locked while I push them down, finally letting my eyes lower to his dick when I hear the soft thud of his underwear hitting the floor.
His dick is long and thick and hard, jutting straight out in front of him, like a proud soldier standing at attention. Before he has a chance, I bend down and pick up his boxers, folding them in half and placing them carefully on the pile of clothes before returning to him.
“Was this on your list?” I ask him quietly.
“What?”
“Me sucking your dick.”
Swallowing, he nods. “Yes.”
Sinking to my knees, I place my palms flat against his thighs, then lean forward and press a soft kiss to the head of his cock.
Slowly looking up at him from beneath my lashes, I take in how muscled and firm every inch of him looks.
His legs are long, his thighs so thick I want to see how much of my arms it takes to wrap around one.
His impressive dick is nestled in a thatch of neatly groomed hair, and as I glide my gaze up his body, each muscle in his stomach and chest is defined, hard, and perfectly formed.
His shoulders are broad. His arms are thick and a warm tan color that’s slightly darker than the rest of his skin.
Pausing a breath away from his cock, I part my lips and open my mouth, then look up at him, waiting for all of his attention before I take the head of his cock into my mouth, sliding him deep until he hits the back of my throat.
I don’t have a gag reflex, so I don’t stop. Instead, I swallow around him, then start to suck his dick like it’s my favorite popsicle. In the past, I wouldn’t have considered giving head as something I enjoyed, but right now I’m loving every minute.
Knight has proved in the last week that he enjoys taking care of me and giving me pleasure, but this is the first time I’ve given him the opportunity to take selfishly, and it’s intoxicating.
I can see his hands clenched into fists in my peripheral vision, but he’s not trying to take control of this, even though I have a feeling he wants to.
Bobbing up and down on his cock, I swallow him deep each time, letting the head push into my throat before I pull back, sliding my lips all the way to the head before I sink back down again, feeling his soft pubic hair on my cheeks.
Sliding one hand from his thigh and between his legs, I cup his balls, feeling the weight of them against my fingers.
When I start to feel his muscles tensing, I slow my pace, not wanting this to end too quickly. The next time I slide my lips to the head, I let his cock pop free of my mouth and look up at him, finding his gaze already focused on me. “Is this what you imagined?”
“Better,” he growls.
“Good. Did you imagine coming in my mouth and watching me swallow, or do you want to cover my tits with you?” I’m being a brat, but it’s fun to feel in control, at least for this moment.
“Neither,” he says, lifting me up from the floor and throwing me onto the bed.
Giggling, I start to shuffle up the mattress, but grabbing my ankles, he drags me back down to the end, then flips me until my stomach is pressed against the comforter, my feet hanging off the edge.
His huge palms land on my ass, cupping my butt as he runs his fingers along the edge of my panties. Parting my cheeks, he pushes the sides of my panties up, revealing the globes of my ass, before he palms my bare skin, squeezing, then pulling them apart a little.
The palm that’s cupping my right butt cheek lifts, then smacks back down, spanking my cheek loudly. Sucking in air, I don’t have time to gasp before he repeats the action on the left side, making the growing burn on my right side spread across my entire butt.
“I imagined doing this to you too,” Knight growls as he spanks the right, then the left side again.
“Oh god.” The moan slips from my lips without my permission as I lift my ass into the air and silently ask for more.
Acquiescing, Knight spanks me twice more on either side, then tugs my underwear down and off my feet, before positioning me on my hands and knees at the end of the bed.
“I loved having your mouth on me, but my cum doesn’t go in your mouth or wasted on your breasts. My cum goes inside this perfect, tight cunt.” Guiding his dick to my entrance, he slams home, filling me in one desperate thrust.
Not bothering to start slow, Knight drives into me over and over, fucking me hard and fast, until I’m not sure my arms can hold me up any longer. Gasps and moans and whines of pleasure fall from my mouth as he rails me so hard I know I’ll be sore, but I don’t care.
“More, more, please,” I beg, urging him on, daring him to fuck me so hard that all the doubts and questions fall from my head.
When my first orgasm hits, it blinds me, making my vision go dark, as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.
But instead of slowing or stopping, Knight fucks me through the first, then the second orgasm until he finally growls, grabs my hips in a brutal hold, and roars his release, fucking his cum into me.
Instead of pulling out, he holds me tightly as we fall forward and to the side, pinned together, his dick still twitching inside of me as our sweaty bodies hit the comforter.
“Was that on the list?” I ask with a half laugh, my voice low and rough.
“It wasn’t, but it should have been.”
“Tick,” I say, lifting my limp, trembling hand to motion making a check mark in the air.
I feel rather than hear the soft vibration of his laughter as my eyes drift closed and I fall into an ecstasy-induced, exhaustion-filled sleep.