Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Jack
Well, that little gem was certainly coming home with us, and I didn’t care what the hell it cost. It was new and I hadn’t looked at the price on the package when I selected it.
This was one of the items that were not cleaned and reused between guests and was paid for regardless if it didn’t come home with us once it was used.
I’d have to ask about buying a couple of extras.
A fine sheen of sweat covered her body as she snuggled as closely to me as the ropes binding her arms allowed.
“Good, baby?”
She sort of nodded her head and made a sound that I thought meant “uh-huh,” and I fought the urge to sadistically giggle.
I was so horny there was a good chance I might accidentally come peeling my shorts off, but I’d do it again, repeatedly, to have her lying so beautifully spent, happy, and obviously not thinking a single negative thought.
Not right now, but at some hopefully soon future point I would have immediately sunk my cock inside her and still spanked her and used this lovely little pleasure partner on her at the same time.
Tonight, in this moment, I wanted her to feel secure. I wanted her to understand she would be the center of my universe.
I wanted her trust.
She eventually drew in a deep, slow breath, and met my gaze. “What about you, Sir?” she softly asked.
I booped her nose. “What about me?” I deliberately licked my lips. “I had a lot of fun.”
She actually pouted. “I want you to fuck me, Sir.”
“And how would you like me to fuck you, baby?”
She blushed. This was another of my sneaky tactics, getting her used to asking me for things, making her put them into words and start removing any shameful associations she might still hold with them.
“However Sir wants to.”
“Nope.” I booped her again, laughing at her shock.
“What?”
“I asked you a question. I didn’t give you offering me carte blanche as an option, did I? If I’d wanted carte blanche, I would have asked if you wanted that.”
Sure, I know, that’s mean to make her think when she was so blissed out of her mind, but this was the foundation I wanted to lay—no pun intended—between us. Trust. Communication.
It took her a moment to make her brain work—good to know I can shut it down like that—and she finally said, “I want you to throw my fucking legs over your shoulders, bend me into a pretzel, and pound me into the mattress. Sir,” she added.
I grinned. “Now, was that so hard?” Quickly ridding myself of my shorts, I climbed back into position, aligning my cock with her pussy.
What she didn’t see was me grabbing the clit sucker. Or that I pulled the paddle within reach again. As I slowly slid inside her for the first time, struggling not to come from how damned good it felt, I switched the vibrator on and sat up enough to position it.
I wish I had a picture of the wide-eyed shock on her face as her body immediately clamped down on my cock.
“There’s my good girl,” I cooed as she squirmed and cried out.
I finally started slowly thrusting and used the paddle on her left thigh, swatting her with it in time with my thrusts.
Her helpless expression, combined with wave after wave of her orgasms squeezing me, nearly made me explode, so I swatted her harder, switching hands at every break I took because I didn’t want to rush this.
This was the kind of sadism I enjoyed. Not brutal sexual sadism but having her helpless and needy and desperate.
The thought of quickly training her to want to give herself to me like this—and enjoy it—also threatened to push me over the edge.
After a couple of minutes, I knew I was close.
I dropped the paddle, pulled the vibrator away, and slid my arms under her shoulders for traction as I brutally fucked her.
I didn’t last as long as I wished I could—#Domfail for not grabbing one of the cock rings from the armoire—but when I took that final thrust and buried my cock deep inside her, I dropped my forehead to hers and just… savored it.
Lucky women, being able to come multiple times.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I closed my eyes. “What, baby?”
“This. Yes. Enthusiastic yes.”
I kissed her forehead and opened my eyes to find her staring up at me.
“If you can still talk after that, obviously I didn’t do a good enough job.
” Before she could react, I sat up, grabbed the clit sucker, and her laughter immediately turned into moans that made my cock twitch where it was still buried inside her.
I’d left the choice about using condoms to her because I was fine using them, but I was already calculating in my mind when to get a vasectomy even though she’d already told me she would be getting her tubes tied.
I don’t know if it surprised her or me more when I grew hard inside her. “Oh, baby. You’re in trouble now.” Ditching the vibrator, I reached up and quickly unfastened her wrist cuffs.
Now I could kiss her, ravage her mouth as I fucked her while she raked her nails down my back and dug them into my ass, urging me harder, faster.
It’d be nice to say I lasted longer that time, and I did, but not by much. She felt too good, too fucking perfect. And when I came, I rolled to my side, taking her with me, still kissing her as I caught my breath and savored having her in my arms.
Once I could speak, I said it. “We might need to use condoms after all.”
“Why?” she mumbled against my shoulder.
“Because I’m not normally a guy who pops that fast, but you’re not the only one who’s crank’s getting turned hard by what we’re doing.”
She snickered, gently nipping me. “You saying I got a magic pussy, Sir?”
“No, I’m saying that my cock seems very happy to have a new home and he’s over-enthusiastically trying to single-handedly redecorate.”
She howled with laughter.
Emmy
I rolled onto my back, gasping for air while he looked all too pleased with himself over that smart-assed remark.
I’d insisted on using condoms with Joe even though I also have an IUD. But Jack and I had fresh rounds of testing and when he left the choice to me, I’d opted not to use them.
“Can I set a hard limit of you not saying shit like that when I’m in the middle of drinking something?”
“I think that’s reasonable. I’ve accidentally snorted soda through my nose and that shit hurts.”
I sat up, splaying my hand on his chest. He had a light dusting of hair across his pecs that matched the soft (and well-groomed, I was happy to see) nest of pubes at the base of his cock.
“That was really good,” I said.
He sighed melodramatically. “And yet you can still talk. I’m not making a very good first showing, apparently.”
I leaned in, kissing him, loving hi—
Shit.
He sat up, concern furrowing his brow. “What just happened, baby? Talk to me?”
I sat back on my knees staring at him, not wanting to say it and knowing I couldn’t lie to him.
“It might freak you out,” I whispered, terrified now.
“Uh, you not saying whatever just freaked you out is freaking me out.” He took my hands in his. “Talk to me.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes open. “I love you. And I’m pretty sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” When he didn’t respond, I finally cracked my lids open to find him watching me, but no longer looking worried. “What?”
He leaned in, tenderly cupping my cheek with his hand as he kissed me. “I love you, too, baby. I know it’s soon, and I’m not saying we’ll get married tomorrow. But as long as you want me, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
My vision blurred, tears stinging my eyes. “Please don’t make me promises you can’t keep.”
Gathering me into his arms, he gently rocked me.
“Baby, I promise that every day I will wake up and do my damnedest to make it back home to you. But I can and will promise you that as long as you want me in your life, that’s where I will be.
I’m a very patient man. If it takes years for me to fully earn your trust, I will still be right there, devoted to you. ”
I didn’t want to cry. Again. I’d done enough of that earlier today. But I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed. “If you ever hurt me, Lilah would probably hunt you down and chop your dick off.”
He snorted. “Yeah, well, she probably would, and I wouldn’t blame her.”
He finally helped me out of bed and we took a long shower together, him insisting on bathing me.
It was strange having someone so focused on me like this.
Turned out the underwear was a three-pack—yay! And the onesie was okay.
We moved stuff off the bed and curled up there, lights off and watching TV. It was still relatively early in the evening, but I was exhausted and he was yawning, too.
“I’ll set an alarm so we don’t have to rush in the morning before class, okay?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
And as I snuggled there, half-draped over him, I realized for the first time in my adult life I finally felt like I was exactly where I belonged and who I belonged with.