17. Chapter 17
Chapter 1 7
Morgan
W hile Walker went to grab our wine glasses, I tossed my T-shirt back on. Before snuggling beneath my duvet, I swung by my attached bathroom to make sure I didn’t look completely disheveled.
My hair was still wet when he showed up tonight, and I was waiting for it to air dry a bit before I used the Dyson that Claire made me buy last week. Even though it's expensive as hell, it makes my life so much easier because my hair is still at the length where it’s a nightmare to style. Unfortunately, I don’t have time for a full blow out at the moment so I toss it into a single braid and move on. It’s not like Walker and I are going to hook up tonight, and he’s already seen me at my worst . . . multiple times, in fact.
“I swear if you spill that shit in my bed, I will ruin your life,” I warn as he walks into my room holding two very full wine glasses. He must have emptied the remainder of the bottle because the red liquid is sloshing dangerously close to the rim with each step that he takes.
Walker reaches out and hands me my glass. “You already have ruined my life, little devil.”
My heart flutters with his use of my nickname, like things are normal between us again. I feel like he only calls me Morgan when I’m in trouble, or something serious is going on, so I’m glad that he’s not too upset after everything that happened tonight.
“Cheers to that,” I reply, unable to help my grin.
Walker places his glass on my nightstand and begins to unbutton his jeans, swiftly dropping them to the floor. I almost choke on my wine as I watch him step out of the denim to reveal fitted gray briefs that hug his lean thighs.
“Sorry, uh, didn’t you say you wanted to talk?” I mumble like a damn idiot, though I can’t bring myself to look away from him as he moves to take off his shirt.
He pauses, narrowing his gaze in a terrifyingly intimidating way. “I do. But I’m not fucking getting into bed wearing jeans and a sweater. I sleep hot.”
There are very few things in my life that have ever left me speechless, but Walker Chastain inviting himself to stay overnight is now at the top of that list. Not only was it the opposite of what I expected after our uncomfortable incident, but I’ve truthfully never had a man sleep in my bed before. Sure, I’ve gone home with plenty of guys and stayed the night, but my bedroom is my sanctuary—I’ve never once considered sharing it with anyone.
I gawk at him in muted awe as he tosses his clothes on the floor and climbs into bed beside me, pulling my duvet cover over his lap like he’s done it a million times before.
He releases a long exhale as he leans back against one of my oversized shams. Neither one of us says anything for a moment which he must find odd because he turns his head to me and asks, “What?”
I blink rapidly a few times, trying to gain control of my sex-scrambled brain. “You do realize this is super distracting, don’t you?”
Not only is his massive body overtaking the entirety of my queen-size bed, but his tattooed arm is practically resting against mine. My eyes study the intricate artwork on his skin, tracking the design as I try to make out anything distinctive other than waves and non-specific flower petals. It surprises me because I feel like tattoos are usually unique and personal, but Walker’s looks like he asked for the most generic design possible.
“I distract you?”
I nod, pursing my lips as I try to work out some sort of witty response but come up with nothing.
He just chuckles and reaches for his glass. “Now you know how it feels.”
An exaggerated sigh comes from my mouth as I shift in the bed to face him more directly.“Kind of irritating.”
“You’re telling me,” he says, gaze locking on me as he takes a sip of his wine.
“I’m surprised you’re still here,” I blurt, eyes going wide as soon as the words leave my mouth.
So much for playing it cool.
“Why’s that?” His brow arches in genuine curiosity.
“Uh . . . last time you stopped things between us physically, you left to go think. So I guess I just expected you to do that again.”
Walker nods, rolling his lips thoughtfully. “Did that upset you?”
“Kind of,” I admit, though I’m not sure why. “Other than thinking that you were missing out, I felt like you weren’t interested.”
“I get that,” he pauses, like he’s searching for the right words. “I hope you don’t believe that anymore. I didn’t know how to process what was happening with us and wanted to make sure that I was ready before we got too deep.”
“But this is just sex,” I argue, not entirely sure why it’s such an issue. We’re just two bodies that are giving mutual pleasure to each other—it doesn’t have to be that complicated.
“Right.” His jaw clenches as his expression becomes more difficult to read. “Well regardless, I didn’t want to do anything that would push you away. There, uh, aren’t many people I like being around. And your annoying ass is one of the few.”
“My ass is incredible,” I counter with wink, trying to lighten the mood. “You should know that. You smacked it hard enough tonight.”
His lips twitch before returning to a firm line as his eyes rake across my body. “Did you like it when I did that?”
I feel myself shifting beneath his disarming gaze. “Yeah. The whole thing was hot.”
It felt like I could turn my brain off and listen to his commands, which isn’t something I tend to do in any other aspect of my life. I have a strong personality, often naturally overtaking social and professional situations to become the loudest person in the room. Nobody has ever been able to tame that part of me, nor have they really tried. And that wasn’t something I thought I might want until I met Walker.
“Good to know,” he says, dragging his eyes back to mine. “I did too.”
I bite the inside of my cheek as if it will stop the blush I can feel painting my face. “So why did you stop?”
It felt like both of us were enjoying ourselves, but Walker used his safeword before we could even get to the good stuff. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t confused and left feeling like I did something wrong.
His eyes soften. “Because I couldn’t snap out of the frustration I was feeling, and it wouldn’t have been good for either one of us to keep going. I knew that we needed to have a genuine talk about this.”
His tattooed arm wraps around me, pulling me in close to his chest. For some reason I look down into my wine glass, unable to hold his searing gaze as he continues, “That’s why safewords exist, Morgan. To give us both power in the experience. It frustrated me that you weren’t taking it seriously, and honestly, it scared me a little. While I think I can read you pretty damn well, I don’t feel entirely confident proceeding if we’re not on the same page, especially because I’ve never done this before.”
“Really? You haven’t?” I ask, staring at the vein bulging in his forearm as it rests in my lap.
“Not formally, at least,” he admits. “Not like what we just did.”
I feel my nose wrinkle. It surprises me that Walker hasn’t explored this type of dynamic before. I mean, neither have I, but he was just . . . so good at it. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, and not something that we were forcing at all.
“So why do you want to try it now? Does something about me just scream submissive? It’s because I’m short, right?”
He lets out an exasperated laugh and shakes his head.
“It’s not because you’re short. Though logistically we might have to modify some things,” he says, his voice warm with amusement. “It’s more about the energy you give off. You’re strong, assertive, and you don’t back down. That’s incredibly attractive, and in a way, it actually does give off submissive to me—not because it’s comfortable for you, but because it’s uncomfortable and you have to make the active choice to submit. ”
He sets his glass down on the nightstand. “But to answer your question about why I wanted to try this with you, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you made me read that kinky book, and it made me think about what I like. Maybe it’s something I’ve always wanted to try but never had the right person to explore with. The only way that I can describe it is that the dynamic between us just felt right.”
“It felt right to me too.” I squirm out of his arms to also place my glass down. “But I also kind of want to hookup normally too, if that’s okay. I kept hoping you would kiss me tonight, but that never happened.”
In answer, he leans in and dusts his lips against mine. It’s wildly different from our first kiss—softer and more attentive, as if he’s trying to show me that he can give me both. The strokes of his tongue against my lips are slow and silky, like he’s asking permission before pushing forward. I part my mouth in invitation, moaning as he dives deeper.
Before I can flick my tongue to meet his, he pulls back. His hooded eyes lock on my lips like he’s trying to hold himself back. “Had to right that wrong before we kept talking.”
My heart throbs hard in my chest, desperate for more.
“Thank you, Sir .” I emphasize the term, hoping that it will entice him to keep going.
He laughs. “Let’s keep that to when we’re in the mood for something more formal,” he says, leaning back against the pillow and pulling me with him.
I pout my lower lip, reaching out to trace the sculpted muscles of his forearm. “What? You don’t like it, Sir ?”
I know I’m taunting him, but I don’t know if he would give in otherwise. He seems to always tense when I use that word though, like it triggers a Pavlovian response within him, so it’s worth a shot.
Walker swallows harshly as his attention drops to my touch. “Are you trying to brat right now because you want me to keep kissing you?”
Damn . Sometimes I really think he can read my mind.
“Is it working?” I ask, focusing on tracing the lines of his design with my fingers. Even though it’s generic looking, it really is beautiful—not too dark or overpowering on his olive skin. I know that I don’t know anything about tattoos, but this one looks like it was done by a true artist.
“You might be more convincing if you moved that hand to my cock.”
My eyes drop to the duvet covering the lower half of his body as I trail my fingers down his forearm. I pull back the feathery fabric, exposing the fitted boxer briefs that bunch on his upper thighs. Thin dark hair peppers his skin, and I run my fingers through it before I settle my hand between his legs.
I have no idea how large he is when he’s fully erect, but I sincerely doubt he’s anywhere close because his cock still feels slightly spongy as I curl my fingers around his shaft. A shudder of desire runs straight down my spine as I slowly rub his impressive length, feeling it grow beneath my touch.
“That better?” I purr, enjoying the sound of his sharp inhale as I stroke him over the thin cotton fabric.
Walker flexes his dick in my hand. “Don’t let go,” he growls, tilting my chin toward him.
Our eyes meet briefly, and we share a moment of wild agreement before pressing forward and crashing our lips together. He takes the lead, once again kissing me like he’s never kissed me before. It’s not born of frustration, like our first kiss was. And it’s not an apology, like the kiss that he gave me moments ago. This kiss is pure passion and lust—the culmination of months of mutual pining.
His tongue flicks over my upper lip, not yet exploring inside my mouth. I whimper into his throat, suddenly desperate for more than a kiss because the teasing stroke makes my core clench, and all I can think about is what it would feel like between my legs. Instinctively, my grip on his cock tightens as his tongue finally dives deeper before quickly retreating again.
His teeth nip my bottom lip as he pulls back. “You distracted me from the rest of our conversation.”
I pant, running my tongue along the area he bit as arousal pulses through me. I want the controlled dominant who earns my submission, but I also want this rough, messy side of him that he keeps locked in a cage.
“It’s not my fault you have trouble focusing,” I reply sweetly, trying to catch my breath. “They make meds for that, you know.”
Walker’s nostrils flare as his hand threads through my braid, roughly tugging the hair at the nape of my neck. “I wouldn’t have trouble focusing if your bratty mouth was occupied with my cock, would I?”
“Hmmm.” I smirk, ignoring the delicious tingle of pain as I gently stroke the length of his now fully erect penis. “But what will my hand do?”
“It’s going to wrap around the base and warm the length of my cock that you can’t fit down that pretty little throat. And then you’re going to stay nice and still, while you listen to me like a good slut.”
Desire burns through me and if I wasn’t already wet, I definitely am now.
He tugs me down to his lap, my face inches from his monster cock. But instead of keeping his hand on my neck and forcing me lower, he releases his grip on my braid, like he wants me to take him willingly.
I sit back on my knees, digging my fingers into the fabric of his briefs to draw them over his waist. His hips lift as I pull the cotton down his thighs, allowing his erection to spring free from its confines. A bead of precum glistens on the tip of the swollen head, pointed right at me because of the slight bend in his shaft.
I feel myself swallow as I assess what I’m working with. I’m no carpenter but that thing is way more than six inches, and I’m suddenly regretting my previous statements that I could take him.
But I wasn’t raised to be a quitter, so I channel my inner porn star and wrap my fingers around him. My tongue flicks out, swirling around his soft tip as I taste his arousal—it’s sweeter than I expect, and even though I know he told me to simply swallow him down, I can’t help myself from taking more, so I flatten my tongue and slowly lick the length of his shaft.
Walker hisses and roughly swats at my exposed ass. “Did I ask for a blow job?”
I lift my head slightly, peering up at him through my lashes. “Trust me, this isn’t anywhere close to how I give a blow job.”
His sinful eyes blow wide with arousal as he harshly kneads the skin that he just spanked, worsening the sting of the blow. I take a deep breath and wrap my lips around his glistening tip, lowering myself onto his shaft and breathing through my nose.
This isn’t an uncomfortable position because I’m essentially kneeling next to him, but I have to focus on my breathing so that I don’t freak out and choke. He can’t just want me to stay still, can he? It’s not like I’m stimulating him at all—the only thing that’s happening is that I’m being gagged by his cock. If I stay here for more than a few minutes, there’s a one hundred percent chance that I’m going to start drooling all over his lap.
I try opening my throat as much as possible, but I only make it halfway before realizing the only way I can take him fully in my mouth is if I somehow learn the art of sword swallowing.
“Right there,” he groans once my lips reach my fingers, the combination covering his whole shaft. “Don’t fucking move an inch. Hold me in your mouth like my good little fucktoy.”
I shift, feeling the ache between my legs escalate to a throb. When we were in our scene earlier, he was praising me. But now, his words have turned filthy and degrading in a way that sounds wrong but feels so right. If any other man spoke to me like this, I would clock him. But Walker isn’t any man—he’s a magician who hypnotizes me with his dominance into someone who loves being degraded.
His fingers start to draw circles on my ass, tracing the crease that he spanked. The touch is soothing and almost puts me into a trancelike state, while his other hand gently threads through my braid, not holding me in place like last time, but almost caressing the sensitive skin of my scalp.
My body relaxes instinctively, giving into the feeling of helplessness, though my mind knows that I’m still in full control—if I needed to pull away for any reason, his hold wouldn’t stop me.
“Finally some peace and quiet,” he sighs, clearly trying to provoke me. “I should have filled that sassy mouth with my cock a while ago. ”
My core tightens, making my entire body feel tense with need.
“Put your free hand on my thigh. I’m going to finish our conversation. If I ask you a question, I want you to squeeze my leg once for yes and twice for no.”
If I wasn’t in a near meditative state, I would bite back with something like, “ why shove your cock in my mouth when you want to talk to me?” but I restrain myself. Instead, I follow his command and place my right hand on his skin.
“Atta girl,” he coos, continuing to rub my bare ass. I don’t think the touch is meant to be erotic, but his fingers are veering dangerously close to my pussy, and I can feel my body building.
“Before you rudely distracted me,” he starts, trailing his hand down my inner thigh. “We were talking about what happened earlier tonight. I think if we’re going to only play with more formal dynamics occasionally, there should be a word or phrase to indicate that we’re both in the mood for it. Does that sound like something you’re interested in?”
I squeeze his thigh once to indicate yes.
While I loved everything about what happened earlier, I also feel like it was incredibly intense and somewhat clinical. I like to think I’m kinky, but that type of power exchange isn’t something I could do all of the time—I’m just not wired like that.
“How about something simple like, ‘Do you want to go play?’”
I repeat the single squeeze on his leg, appreciating his respect for my boundaries and willingness to make this work between us.
If you had asked me last week if he had this side to him, I would have looked at you like you were insane. Walker struck me as a hot, but grumpy, doctor who I enjoyed messing with because he happened to be friends with my friends, not someone who I might actually enjoy being around and trust so quickly.
“Before we try it again, we’re going to have a discussion on what we want to experiment with and what’s completely off the table. For example, putting anything near my butt is a hard limit for me. Do you understand?”
I try to laugh around his cock but it comes out as a gurgle because of the spit building up in my mouth.
His fingers dig into my thong and snap it against my skin. The sensation is more arousing than punishing, and I briefly consider continuing to misbehave so that I can experience it again. Instead, I simply give him a single squeeze with the hope that he’ll reward me for my active listening skills later.
Walker returns his focus to my inner thighs as he traces fiery lines across my skin. “After a scene, I want us to talk about what we liked and didn’t like. This should be pleasurable for each of us. And if it ever isn’t, we need to have a serious discussion.”
I squeeze once.
“When we play, I want you to address me formally like you did tonight.”
I squeeze again in acknowledgment, feeling my lips quirk as his cock hardens further.
“If you misbehave in a scene, you’re going to be punished. Unlike that book you had me read, I won’t punish you by spanking you. It won’t be anything that you enjoy because the point is to learn from the behavior. Do you understand?”
I squeeze his leg as my mind mulls over what punishments he could possibly come up with that aren’t pleasurable. Pretty much everything he does to me is enjoyable. I can’t think of anything that would be bad enough to make me rethink testing him, except maybe not doing anything at all.
His fingers dance up my leg, cupping my right ass cheek .
“Hmmm. Let’s see what else I can ask you while you’re completely at my mercy,” he muses, kneading the flesh possessively. “What are your thoughts on cockwarming? Are you liking it?”
A gush of arousal flows from me in response to his question, and I hear him snicker like he knows. His hand moves from my ass to the band of my thong again, tugging it through my pussy. I hum around his cock in pleasure as the fabric rubs against my clit, creating the friction I’ve been desperately craving.
“I asked you a question,” he growls as he snaps the elastic band of my panties against my back. “Are you enjoying warming my thick cock in your mouth until I decide to give you more?”
The quick sting makes my core muscles pull tight and I squeeze his leg once, harder than the other times.
“I’ll take that as an enthusiastic yes,” he chuckles, running his hand up my spine and taking the hem of my shirt with him.
Cold air prickles my skin and my body arches into his warm touch as a moan escapes my lips, desperate for more. The sound releases a stream of saliva from my mouth, sliding over my hand and coating his length. It’s sticky and messy, like the tip of his cock resting in the back of my throat created a new type of fluid from my body.
He adjusts my shirt so that the fabric bunches at my shoulders, and my breasts suddenly feel heavier now that they’re exposed.
“Do you actually sleep naked?” he asks. His voice is breathy and less controlled as his fingers slowly trace their way down my back, one vertebrae at a time.
I squeeze a single time, wondering if he’s thinking about the night that I slept in his bed. While I was taunting him, I wasn’t lying when I said that. I only put the shirt on tonight because I thought all we would do it talk—clearly I was wrong.
Walker lets out a satisfied hiss in response, and I can feel his abs clench as his hand moves down my left leg. Once he reaches the crease of my knee, he draws a line to the inside of my thigh and pauses halfway up to gently pinch the skin.
I flinch, not expecting the pain which quickly gives way to a pulse of pleasure. A garbled sound comes from my throat as he continues higher, his finger outlining the seam of my panties along the center of my pussy.
His grip on my braid tightens, the skin of my scalp prickling in delicious contrast to the sensation building between my legs.
“Look at what a filthy little cockwhore you are,” he praises, sliding the fabric of my thong to the side. “Your needy cunt is drooling even more than your lips, little devil. It’s dripping down your legs, begging to be used just like that bratty mouth of yours.”
I don’t doubt what he’s saying one bit. The throb of desire in my core is almost painful, and I’d do just about anything to have some relief.
“Think we should give this pretty little pussy what it’s craving?” His voice is low and raspy as he drags a single finger through my slit, not quite giving me what I need.
My body shudders with desperation, trying to sink onto his teasing digit for more. He quickly removes it and before I can groan in frustration, I hear the distinctive smack of his hand. Only this time, the pain doesn’t erupt on my ass—it starts in my clit and explodes through my core.
I whine around his shaft, trying to process the opposing sensations of bliss and agony. The tension at the base of my spine is at an all time high, and even though the smack was jarring, it didn’t really hurt—it brought me dangerously close to that edge I’ve been chasing all night.
“I think you liked that correction a little too much,” Walker chides, returning his fingers to my entrance. “Are you going to answer my question? Or do you want to see what I can come up with next? I’ll warn you—it might not feel as good.”
Like a trained dog, my fingers squeeze his thigh once. I hope he understands that my response is to his earlier question, not baiting him for more punishment exploration.
I’ve always been aroused by blow jobs, but this is so much more. It’s both mental and physical, a glorious test of submission and patience—two things I’m notoriously horrible at. But clearly I love a challenge because my body is climbing faster than ever before, and I’m slightly terrified of what’s going to happen once he finally gives me what I need.
“Atta girl,” he purrs, slipping the tips of two fingers inside my pussy. “Make sure you keep those lips wrapped nice and tight around me. My cock is going to plug your screams the first time you come for me.”
His fingers slide deep into my sex, opening me up for him. It feels like an itch that’s finally being scratched, and I can feel myself clench around him as he slowly pumps in and out, testing to see how well I take the initial intrusion.
I nearly choke on my moan when he scissors his fingers, sweeping them along my inner walls. But he twists his wrist and continues pumping, his thumb brushing and teasing my clit. I tighten my lips around his cock, trying to suck him down even though my head remains in place. Having him fill my mouth is oddly comforting, like it’s taking the pressure away from the orgasm I’m rapidly approaching.
He must notice because a pained sound comes from above me.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans, fisting my hair. “That tight little pussy wants to come so bad. Go on then. Give it to me. Come with my fat cock in your mouth.”
As soon as his fingers curl against that sensitive inner wall that I’ve never been able to quite hit myself, I’m done. I fly over the edge of my orgasm, trying to scream through it while my body pulses in pleasure. My hand on Walker’s cock must tighten as I ride out the waves of ecstasy because I hazily notice him tense beneath me.
His fingers continue to work me as I come down from the high, not letting up in the slightest. I try to wiggle away because I feel too sensitive to be able to tolerate more stimulation.
Walker growls. “Give me one more. Soak my hand with your cunt like you were born to be my cockwhore.”
His fingers slide out of me and move to my clit while his thumb presses against my tight hole. My body tenses, naturally resisting the intrusion despite how much I crave it. But the blissful focus on my clit quickly distracts me, coaxing my body toward orgasm once again as the tip of his thumb slips into my ass.
I feel my legs start to shake beneath me as the pleasure builds so fast that I worry I might combust.
“That’s it,” he praises gruffly. “Look at how that tight hole accepts my finger. I think one day I’m going to have you warm my cock with your perfect little asshole instead of your bratty mouth.”
I know it’s not a question but I squeeze his thigh in response.
When I told Walker that I like ass play, I meant in the colloquial sense of the phrase. I enjoy when it’s slapped or grabbed . . . maybe the occasional finger if things get really kinky during a random hookup, but I’ve never actually done any exploration more than that. It’s not because I’m not interested—there’s definitely always been a curiosity—but I never had anyone I trusted enough to experiment with.
Until now.
“Fuckkk, I’m about to blow. Show me you can take it, little devil. Hold my hot cum in your mouth until I tell you to swallow.”
My eyes close as his thumb presses fully into my puckered hole, his fingers coaxing me over the edge. I slam into the brick wall of my orgasm as his thick cock swells and spurts warm liquid along the back of my throat. He grunts as I ease up slightly, lifting my head so that he can fill me up.
Walker tugs on my braid, pulling me off him so abruptly that I struggle to keep all of his cum in my mouth. A mix of fluids begins to drip down my chin, and I feel my eyes widen with embarrassment as he holds me steady, staring at my partially open mouth with rapt fascination.
His fingers slide from my neck to my face, gathering his wet release and smearing it along my lower lip. “My little cumslut looks so pretty with her lips painted. Go ahead and swallow me down now.”
I feel my chest flutter, wanting to please him for some ridiculous reason. Leaning forward, I close my lips around his fingers and follow his command, keeping my eyes trained on his.
Walker’s eyes glow with salacious pride. “I think you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”