Chapter 7 #2
"Good. Remember your safe words. Use them if needed." I strip off my shirt, wanting to feel her skin against mine. "I'm going to touch you again. You're not to move unless I tell you to. Understood?"
"Yes, Dario."
I begin with her face, tracing the delicate features with gentle fingertips, learning the contours of her cheekbones, the fullness of her lips. My touch grows firmer as I move down her neck to her shoulders, massaging the tension from her muscles.
When my hands finally cup her breasts, she gasps, arching slightly into my touch. I brush my thumbs over her nipples, watching them harden further.
"You're responsive." I lean down, replacing fingers with lips, placing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. "I like that."
"Feels good," she murmurs, body trembling slightly with restraint.
I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Her back arches despite her attempt to stay still.
"What did I say about moving?" I pull back, voice stern but not angry.
"Sorry." She immediately flattens herself against the mattress.
"You'll need to be punished for that." I trace lazy circles around her other nipple, watching her struggle to remain still. "Later. For now, I want to taste you."
I move down her body, trailing kisses across her ribs, her stomach, the jut of her hipbones. When I settle between her thighs, I feel her tension, the anticipation building.
"Spread your legs wider." The command comes rough with desire. "Show me what's mine tonight."
She complies, thighs falling open, exposing her completely. The sight of her, wet and ready, nearly breaks my control.
"Beautiful." I brush my fingers through her folds, gathering the evidence of her arousal. "So wet already. Is this for me, Judy?"
"Yes." The word comes breathless, almost desperate.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Dario."
"Good girl." I circle her entrance with one finger, not yet penetrating. "I'm going to make you come with my mouth now. You're allowed to move for this. You're allowed to make noise. In fact, I want to hear exactly what I do to you."
Before she can respond, I lower my mouth to her center, tasting her with a broad stroke of my tongue. The sound she makes—half gasp, half moan—sends a jolt straight to my cock. I explore her methodically, learning what makes her hips buck, what makes her thighs tremble.
When I focus on her clit, sucking gently while sliding one finger inside her, she cries out, hands fisting in the sheets above her head.
"That's it." I add a second finger, curling them to find the spot that makes her back arch. "Let me hear you."
Her breathing grows ragged as I establish a rhythm, fingers thrusting as my tongue works her clit. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, the telltale trembling that signals approaching orgasm.
"Dario, I'm going to—"
"Not yet." I pull back, denying her the release she's seeking. "Not until I say you can."
The whimper of frustration she makes satisfies something primal in me. I resume my attentions, building her back toward the edge, then retreating again. Each time I deny her, her pleas grow more desperate.
"Please." The word finally emerges, broken and needy. "Please let me come."
"Since you asked so nicely." I return to her center with renewed focus, fingers and tongue working in concert. "Come for me, Judy. Now."
Her release is immediate and intense, body bowing off the bed as she cries out my name. I continue my attentions, gentler now, guiding her through the waves of pleasure until she collapses back onto the mattress, trembling.
I rise, removing the blindfold so I can see her eyes. They're dark with satisfaction and something deeper, more vulnerable.
"Thank you," she whispers, surprising me again with her directness.
"We're not done." I stand, unbuckling my belt and removing my remaining clothes. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of my erection, hard and ready. "Not even close."
I retrieve a condom from the bedside table, rolling it on with practiced control. When I return to the bed, I position myself above her, supporting my weight on my forearms.
"I need to be inside you." The words come raw with honesty. "Tell me you want that too."
"I do." She reaches up, tracing my jawline with gentle fingers. "I want to feel all of you."
I capture her mouth in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly turns hungry. When I finally position myself at her entrance, I pull back to watch her face as I push inside. The sensation is exquisite—tight, hot, perfect.
"Christ, you feel good." I fight for control as I bury myself fully inside her. "So fucking good."
She moans, wrapping her legs around my waist to take me deeper. I establish a rhythm, slow and measured at first, watching her reactions to guide me.
"Harder." She surprises me with the demand, hands clutching at my shoulders. "Please."
"Ask properly." I still my movements, denying us both. "Beg me."
Her eyes narrow slightly, that flash of defiance I've come to appreciate. Then something shifts in her expression, surrender replacing resistance.
"Please, Dario." Her voice drops, soft and pleading. "Please fuck me harder."
The words unlock something primal in me. I withdraw almost completely before driving back in with force that makes her gasp. The pace I set is relentless, one hand gripping her hip to hold her in place, the other braced beside her head.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growl against her ear, feeling her tighten around me with each thrust. "To be fucked so hard you feel it tomorrow? So every time you move, you remember who was inside you?"
"Yes." The admission comes between gasps. "Yes, God, yes."
I shift slightly, changing the angle to hit the spot that makes her cry out with each thrust. Her nails dig into my back, marking me as thoroughly as I'm marking her.
"Touch yourself." The command comes rough with exertion. "Make yourself come around my cock."
Her hand lowers to her pussy, fingers finding her clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I thrust inside her pushes me dangerously close to the edge.
"That's it." I watch her face, the building tension, the parted lips. "Come for me again, Judy. Let me feel you."
Her orgasm takes her suddenly, walls clenching around me as she arches up with a cry that might be my name. The sensation triggers my own release, powerful and consuming. I bury myself deep inside her, groaning against her neck as pleasure overwhelms me.
For long moments afterward, we lie tangled together, breathing heavily. I shift to avoid crushing her with my weight, but keep her close, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist.
"You okay?" I brush damp hair from her forehead, studying her face.
"Better than okay." A languid smile curves her lips. "Definitely not what I expected."
"In what way?"
"It was more intense. More... everything." She traces patterns on my chest, seemingly unaware she's doing it. "I didn't know it could feel like that."
Something possessive and satisfied rumbles in my chest. "First time properly fucked?"
She laughs, the sound bright in the dim room. "Apparently so."
I pull her closer, arranging us so her head rests on my shoulder. Not typically my habit after sex, but something about Judith makes me reluctant to establish distance too quickly.
"We should clean up." The responsible Dominant in me recognizes the need for aftercare.
"In a minute." She nestles against me, eyes already heavy with approaching sleep. "Just... hold me first."
The simple request affects me more than the sex. I tighten my arm around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I've got you, Judy."
She smiles at the nickname, seemingly accepting it as natural now. "For tonight, at least."
The reminder of our arrangement's temporary nature sends an unexpected pang through my chest. I push it aside, focusing on the warm weight of her against me, the satisfaction still humming through my veins.
Something deeper took root just now, something I’m sure neither of us anticipated or planned for. Something that has no place in a temporary arrangement with an expiration date.
Judith's breathing evens out as she drifts toward sleep. I should wake her, send her back to her own room to maintain appropriate boundaries. But I don’t.
Instead, I pull the blankets over us both and allow myself to hold her through the night, knowing, at least for her, it changes nothing about our agreement.