28. Claire
28
CLAIRE
I ’m in the shower when the door slides open.
“You didn’t tell me you walked,” Keller says, clearly annoyed.
I stare at him, my mind trying to understand why that’s important. “Everyone walks. Walking is no big deal. It’s even healthy,” I say.
He rolls his eyes. “A nice walk along the beach or a hike, sure. But having to walk to class every day? What the fuck, Claire.”
My jaw falls. “That’s normal !”
"That’s a complete waste of time and energy you could spend a different way. On your knees, for instance.” Then he walks into the shower stall, fully dressed.
I watch him remove his phone from his back pocket and toss it on the laundry basket outside before strolling to me, his hand on his belt, unbuckling it.
“Well?” One of his eyebrows crooks. “On your knees, little ghost.”
He lowers his zipper and frees his cock.
I lick my lower lip, slowly complying. Jesus. From this angle, the hard, engorged member is even larger than it seemed before. “I don’t really know how to do this, still,” I remind him.
He completely took over last time.
“I’ll teach you, one day. But right now, I need to fuck your mouth again.”
Frankly? That’s a relief. I part my lips as much as I can, opening wide.
I don’t know why exactly, but the moment he pushes into my mouth, my core contracts, stimulated, although he’s not really touching me in a way that should bring me any pleasure. This is about him. But I find it arousing all the same. I remember his advice to breathe through my nose, and let him shove it all the way down, although it’s tight and uncomfortable. I’m slobbering all over it.
My hands were on the wet shower floor, but it’s awkward, and I’m losing my balance, so I bring them to the back of his thighs. They slide of their own volition to his taut, muscular ass as he rams his cock in and out of my throat, fast, hard.
My pussy tightens when he hisses. “Fuck yeah.”
I…like this.
“Your mouth feels like heaven, Claire.”
I like how I make him feel. The fact that I can make him moan and make all those noises he wrenches out of me when he touches me.
It’s not me as such, I’m just the object he fucks. His cum dumpster. But I like it all the same.
I can feel his ass getting harder, tighter, and he withdraws from my throat, grasping his cock, and pumping it twice. Knowing what’s coming, I react on instinct. He was about to spray my face with his cum, but I bring my mouth to the tip, and suck.
Keller’s fist moves from his cock to my hair, and he pulls it backward, forcing me to lift my gaze to his.
There’s something savage in his eyes.
“Fuck,” he says, in a grunt.
And then there’s thick, salty, warm goo on my tongue.
Letting go of my hair, he runs his fingers over my scalp and repeats, “ Fuck .”
My mouth is full, so some of his cum dribbles down my face anyway. He pushes it off with his thumb.
I stand in silence, and lather more of the fancy, designer soap in my hands. At least I was already in the shower before he made me filthy.
I’m half surprised Keller stays here. When I’m ready to walk out of the shower, he hands me a large fluffy towel—though he honestly needs it more than me at this point.
I’m drying myself when he finally speaks. “Anything you need, you ask me. Not my father, not my sister. Me.”
“I didn’t ask for anything!” I protest immediately. “Arlo just said I should take one of the cars lying around—that they were there for the staff. Lisa agreed. Besides, I didn’t need a car.”
“You’re not driving the help’s car,” he retorts unequivocally. “I’ll take you shopping for a ride tomorrow.”
I gape. “What the fuck? I like the Audi. It’s a great car. And I don’t need a brand-new one.”
“You’ll drive what I tell you to drive.”
My temper’s rising. “I’m not going to drive some crazy, unsafe thing I can’t even handle. I’m eighteen. I’ve been driving my grandma’s shitty, slow car for two years. The Audi is perfect, and I am keeping it.”
It occurs to me that it’s the first time I’m that firm about…well, anything. So far, he’s told me how this thing between us was going to work, and I’ve accepted it. But really? A brand-new car, just because he wants to be the one in charge, the one who controls and chooses what I do?
In truth, I haven’t minded so far. The room’s great. I love most of his decisions.
But I like the car. It’s a cute baby blue.
“Fine.”
I lift my eyes to his, baffled. He backed off?
“Really?”
He sighs. “If you like the car that much, whatever. But I’d really rather not hear from someone else that you have a need you haven’t fulfilled when that’s my part of our bargain. I define need not as the strict necessities for survival, but at whatever you should have to make your life pleasant, easy, and fulfilling. You needed a car. Clear?”
I slowly nod, because I think I understand him a little better. He does take that…commitment?…he made to me seriously.
“Your kitchen,” I say. “It’s pretty well equipped, but it doesn’t have a good mixer. There’s one downstairs, but I’m guessing Claudio needs it. I would…like one.” I swallow. “To bake. Try Dez’s tricks.”
I’m biting my lower lip. I don’t need a mixer, by my definition. But by his? I think I might.
He smiles at me. “If you plan on making more things like what you brought today, you definitely should get whatever you need.”
Keller takes another one of the towels from under the sink—I make a mental note that they’re kept there—and dries his hair. “You know what kind you want?”
“Dez has a Thermomix. It heats things up as well as mixing them. But it looks fancy and complicated. Maybe something like a KitchenAid?”
He nods. “You should look around the kitchen before you place the order. See if there’s anything else you’d like.”
“Will do.”
This is…strange. We had an argument. Over the fact that he wants to buy me whatever I want—although he uses the word “need.”
Half out of curiosity, half to fill the silence, I ask, “Is your dad seeing your sister?”
“No.” He’s not bothered by the question. “I’m not saying they don’t fuck occasionally. I’m sure they do. But they’re both doms, so they wouldn’t fit well together. They know that.”
“That’s crazy.” I shake my head.
“Why? They don’t have any familial link; she’s my mother’s first daughter. If anything, Lisa’s of a more logical age for dad than Laura. Our mother is fourteen years dad’s senior.”
I decide not to calculate Arlo’s age when he encountered Darius’s mother. Hopefully, he was at least eighteen. “A cougar.”
“You can say that again. Her current boyfriend’s twenty-three.”
I chuckle. “You have to admit this is weird. How do you even know what sort of kinks your family members have? I don’t know what my grandma likes, intimately. Or my mother, for that matter.”
“Not really. I haven’t watched my dad or my sister fuck, if that’s what you mean. I can just tell that their characters are like mine. Demanding, exacting, possessive.”
I mark those three words, because they seem to explain so much about this guy.
“As for your grandma—and other people as a general rule. I guess most people don’t notice anything because they’re all various shades of vanilla. Boring as fuck. I knew you were the kind of girl who’d get wet at being told what to do when you’d avoid my gaze, sneaking little looks. Like prey hiding. I knew you’d be perfect for me that very first day.”
Perfect .
I’m bright red down to my tiptoes. And yes, avoiding his gaze, which apparently makes his point.