Chapter Five #2
He provoked multiple questions and feelings about the dynamic of our burgeoning relationship.
He'd said he wasn't acting like a Dom, but was a Dom.
I'd read enough to know what that meant, but nothing in my limited experience had prepared me for a man who was honest, upfront, and willing to keep his word, especially when it came to addressing my behavior.
His previous stroke may have gone unnoticed, but the rest were brutal enough to have me tap dancing between each one. When the twelfth lash landed on my sit spot, I howled out loud.
Artair stroked my bottom, gently squeezing and rubbing until the sting shifted into a deep, resonant heat that permeated all my private bits. Like the night before, I was needy for more of him and what he had to offer.
“Please, Artair, I need you.” I glanced over my shoulder, and our gazes held. “Please,” I begged.
He stood back and toed off his shoes and dropped his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free, jutting out before him. This was my first time seeing what I'd only felt through his pants, and I was not disappointed. It was huge, just like the rest of him.
He took off his shirt. Muscles upon muscles met my eye.
The man had the most gorgeous body I'd ever seen.
Given where he lived, he should have been pale, but he wasn't; his skin was a light golden tan instead.
My eyes dropped back below his hips. Could such a large member fit inside me?
A shudder moved through me, and my senses heightened.
He stepped out of his pants and boxers that had pooled at his feet. Scooping me into his arms, he placed me reverently on the bed and climbed between my thighs, pressing the tip of his cock against my opening.
“Is this what you want, lass?”
“Aye. I mean, yes, Sir.”
“Keep your eyes on me, no closing them.”
He sank past my slick opening, and my walls stretched to accommodate his size. Artair's irises looked like hell surrounded by a halo of gold. Keeping my eyes open was easy when gazing into such an unusual color.
I'd never been penetrated so deeply, and I wasn't even sure if he was fully inside me yet. As if reading my thoughts, he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders, sinking in the rest of the way. I tensed, wondering if he'd split me in two.
“Ahh!” A wave of ecstasy penetrated every nerve ending, and my body spasmed and erupted in a massive orgasm that I didn't have time to chase to its conclusion.
Slamming into my spasming pussy, Artair continued to deliver one mind-blowing orgasm after another until I had no energy left, or so I thought.
He pulled out and shifted me to my knees and elbows before reentering me.
His huge cock was hitting a place so deep, it instantly triggered a release. “Fucckkk!” I hissed as the orgasm hit me hard. My exhaustion instantly shifted to an animal need.
“Yes—yes—oh my god—Daddy!”
My inner walls milked his hard length, and he roared as he pumped his seed deep inside me.
The hot spurts set me off on a second wave, and my world imploded into shaking limbs and a spasming cunt as a massive orgasm rolled through me.
I felt my eyes roll back in my head, and when he released my hips, I fell forward onto my tummy, momentarily stunned.
Artair rolled down and tugged me against his muscular frame. “Are you all right, lass?”
I had to tell my brain to speak, as my lips seemed incapable of moving, along with the rest of me. “I can't move. Staying conscious is a fight, and my lips don't want to work. What's wrong with me?”
His hand stroked my hair, the gesture soothing. “I believe they call that a sex coma.”
I couldn't hold back the giggle, which instantly restored me from the odd sort of paralysis I'd been experiencing. “A what? Is that like a food coma?”
It was Artair's turn to chuckle. “Yes. It's a momentary dysfunction of the neural circuitry caused by experiencing extensive sexual satisfaction.”
His voice held a note of pride, which I yearned to bust with a snarky comment.
I held myself back, and that was a sign that I was back in control.
I inwardly sighed with relief. Maybe now I could keep myself out of trouble for the rest of the evening, but if all my troubles ended with a sex coma, maybe being naughty wasn't such a bad thing.
My stomach growled loudly.
“That's my cue. I'll have our dinner delivered while you shower.”
Food and a shower sounded perfect. Artair carried me to the ensuite and placed me on my feet. He turned on the shower and tested the water, and when he decided it was perfect, bade me to step in.
Jets at varying strengths delivered divine sensations to my battered body. I yelped when the hot water sprayed my ass, and Artair laughed before leaving me to it.
The shower was big enough for four people and the tallest I'd ever been in, which made sense considering whom it belonged to. I washed my hair with an eco-friendly product that smelled of ginger and lemons and made my hair feel like silk.
When I was done with my hair, I stood with my legs wide apart, allowing the smaller jets to hit my private parts, washing away our mingled excitement.
When I exited the bathroom a few minutes later, I followed the scent of something delicious to the private table set in front of a roaring fire in what he called the solar room.
He held my chair out and tucked me in. The table was decorated with candles and enhanced with the firelight, which provided a romantic vibe. Set in front of me was a dish covered by a dome. Artair removed the cover to reveal steak and vegetables done in a hollandaise sauce.
He lifted another dome off a centered plate to reveal still-warm bread fresh from the oven. I loved bread and reached for two pieces, quickly buttering the first and popping it in my mouth. I moaned and groaned in pure bliss.
Artair looked amused and reached for a piece, taking his time. The man had so much control it was almost intimidating.
“Sorry,” I said through a mouthful, “I couldn't hold back.”
“That's all right, lass. I'm not the sort of Daddy who worries about table manners, at least not in the privacy of my home.”
Hmm... “What sort of Daddy are you, exactly?”
He seared me with a gaze that made my inner thighs slick.
“The kind who is more concerned with things like honesty and safety,” he replied before taking a bite of his bread.
I thought back on all he'd shared with me since we met at the airport, and now that I had more context, everything he said made sense. He was exactly who he said, which led me to the question, who exactly was I?
“As an example, getting up while the seatbelt sign was still on was not acceptable.”
I could feel his eyes on me and worked on not eating like an animal while under his watchful gaze.
'Cut, chew, swallow' became like a working mantra as I focused on what I knew how to do—eat—instead of letting my mind wander once again down the rabbit hole about who I was.
However, when I was done with my meal, my conscience, which had been trying to get my attention, finally succeeded.
“I have a confession.” I put my fork and knife down and kept my gaze averted from his probing one.
“I'm all ears, lass.”
“I had some issues on campus, and that is why I left Canada. I basically ran away because I couldn't deal with it.”
His eyes darkened slightly, but beyond that, he offered no visible change.
“There was a guy who wouldn't take no for an answer and caused me a bit of grief. I guess he felt entitled. Anyway, I just needed to get away,” I finished lamely.
Saying it out loud sounded so stupid and immature, but I couldn't help that.
“If you want to end this now that you know the truth, I'm okay with that. I mean, I would understand.”
He held my gaze a moment longer, his eye color lightening substantially, and I wondered what that meant.
“What kind of Daddy would I be if I abandoned a Little just because she has a narrative that is less than perfect and of no fault of her own?”
Good question, but no answer was forthcoming.
“We'll talk about this tomorrow. Speaking of, how do you feel about a climb up the Trossachs and taking in a few castles, perhaps even a boat tour? The fresh air will help let go of all the negativity.”
Fatigue was setting in, and keeping my eyes open was becoming a struggle. “I think,” I stopped to yawn, “that would be wonderful.”
He nodded as if something had been settled. Pushing away from the table, he scooped me into his arms again. I could seriously get used to being carried around like a child; it felt so good. He placed me in bed, snuggled up behind me, and pressed my warmed bottom against his pelvis.
“Sleep now.”
No need to tell me twice. Within seconds, I was out.