As The Lady Commands
Note to self: Figure out how to start a religion.
Make her the deity.
M y feet slowed as I approached my front door. Keys dangled unceremoniously from my fingers as I held an empty coffee cup in my other hand. The only trace of its caffeine now coursed through my veins.
What if he was gone?
What if he was still here?
A knot lodged in my throat. I shook off the anxiety—or, at least, the stiff limbs—and unlocked the door. With a careful gait, I crept into my home, each step slow but steady, gently placing my purse and keys on the side table.
Across the tidy room with its leather couch, glass coffee table, large flat screen, and a bookshelf filled with far too many—and not nearly enough—smutty books, Pierce was nose-deep in a mass market paperback with a horrible (read: iconic) western clinch cover. It was actually sort of adorable. He still wore nothing but the pink boxer-briefs, and my eyes landed on his firm ass.
Shit, pink might be my new favorite color.
Blood rushed in my ears as sunlight streamed through the large window next to the television, casting his pale skin in golden light. Somehow my home looked the same, even though it felt like I had been launched into a parallel universe.
The light wood floors were clean, with a white, fluffy, circular rug under my glass coffee table. Decorative books and a half-burned candle were placed ornately atop it, which sat a couple feet away from the dark leather couch. The mounted television on my cream-colored wall had an oil painting setting to make it look like art when it wasn’t turned on. Large windows on either side of the television let in light from the midday sun, and the desert landscape in the distance remained unchanged.
My small kitchen was off to my right, which led to my garage, and my bedroom was off towards the back of the living room, the door mostly open, and I groaned internally at my unmade bed. I hated when I left it like that; it always made the space feel messier than it actually was. But alas, I didn’t see my princess phone.
A sharp clap broke the silence, and I jumped as Pierce held a now-shut book in his sensual hands.
Pierce gently tossed the book on the coffee table, stepping around it gracefully to prowl right up to me. I quickly looked around him in a last ditch effort, still not seeing my princess phone anywhere. My chin tilted as I peered up at his presence, spellbound by his intoxicating aura.
“How is this possible?” My voice croaked over how .
His finger whispered over my skin, tucking another lock of hair behind my ear. His left hand rose to cup the back of my neck, thumb tucked below my chin as he tipped it up further .
“That’s not the right question.”
My throat thickened. “Then what is?”
A dark chuckle, and Pierce dipped his face next to mine.
“What am I going to do to you, Harper?”
My knees buckled, but Pierce wrapped his arm around my waist. He leaned over my body, speaking quietly onto my lips. “Would you like to find out?”
Fuck it.
I was so in. Who cared if I ended up on a Dateline episode if it meant I went out like this ?
Plus, chances were I was laying in a coma somewhere. May as well have some fun with it.
My face was breaths away from Pierce, my eyes fluttering like a damn heroine in one of those western romances. Pierce licked his bottom lip, teeth gently biting the plush skin, and I was lost.
My hands snaked up his firm chest, the bare skin of his torso sending shock waves through my nerves. When was the last time I’d actually touched someone? The last time I’d allowed myself a real connection?
In the back of my mind, an evil green voice whispered that he wasn’t real. That Pierce was only a figment of my imagination. After years of hiding into myself, my mind had finally cracked.
Well, if I was losing my mind, I may as well have an orgasm—or three—on the way out.
My lips parted as I closed the final millimeters of distance, about to jump feet first into this insanity.
But a shrill chime on my cell startled me.
I jumped back, fingers reacting without thought as they traced my lips. The ghost of his kiss left behind an electric current that still zapped as if reminding me how close we’d been .
Eyes darting away from my hunk of a stranger, I grabbed my phone. At the bottom of the screen was another notification from my favorite app: You’ve been paid .
My mouth quirked, but I quickly silenced the ringer and tossed the smartphone onto the leather couch.
“Well, that was—”
Pierce cut me off, grabbing the back of my neck with both hands and dragging my face back to his. His lips were demanding and tempting and I fell into his kiss.
A confident tongue traced along the seam of my mouth, and I opened for him. My arms wrapped around his neck as his left hand trailed down my body. Lithe fingers grabbed at my thigh over my silk sleep dress, reminding me how close I already was to being naked.
He hiked my thigh over his hip, grinding into my pussy as I groaned into his mouth. Each roll of his hips sparked electricity through my veins, as my arousal began pooling between my legs. A strong hand squeezed my thigh, before trailing over my ass, gripping it tightly. I found shaky ground before he pushed me backwards, falling on top of me as I landed on the leather couch.
Pierce towered over me, his gentle brown eyes alight with lust. My home could be on fire and I wouldn’t have cared in this moment. Wet lips consumed my every thought, as I waited with helpless need for him to return to our kiss.
I didn’t have to wait for long.
Each stroke of his tongue was a promise, a whisper of what was to come.
“Fuck, love,” he panted. “You taste like heaven.”
“Does that make me your goddess?” I tossed back breathlessly. Hazy images of Pierce worshiping at my alter ran in the back of my mind.
Pierce smirked and slid his knee between my legs, covering my body with his and returning the kiss with a passion that rivaled our first. Time slowed to a crawl as his tongue and fingers worked me up to the edge. It had been so long since I’d been kissed like this. And if this was how he kissed? God knew I probably wouldn’t survive how he fucked.
Pierce’s warm breath washed over my face. “Can’t you see? That makes you my religion.”
The world around us fell away.
“What else do you taste like?” Pierce whispered against my lips with one more light kiss before meeting my gaze. His fingers pushed back my hair from my face, tracing the flush of my skin over the ridge of my nose, before dragging my bottom lip down. His gaze dropped to my mouth, staring at it as if it held the answers to the universe.
“Why don’t you find out?” I challenged, licking the pad of his thumb before pulling back and raising a sculpted black brow.
Pierce flashed a sensual smile and tilted his head.
“Ask me nicely.”
I gulped, the flirty banter quickly becoming explosive. His brown eyes darkened as they traced down my neck before snapping back to meet mine.
“Please, Pierce,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please taste me.” I pressed a firm hand on his shoulder, making my intent crystal clear.
Pierce smiled brightly, his white teeth gleaming as if out of a Colgate commercial. “As the lady commands,” he agreed.
The only sound I could process was my blood rushing through my veins, my heartbeat banging against my ribcage, my breaths chopping from my lungs. Pierce dropped one knee to the floor, sliding down my body as he lifted my purple satin slip to my waist. I hadn’t worn any panties to bed, so my pussy was on full display. The neatly trimmed hair already glistened with my arousal, and Pierce looked hungry .
“Is this what paradise looks like?” he whispered, hands pressing my thighs apart even further so he could closely inspect my cunt. Blood rushed to my cheeks at the open display.
Pierce dipped his head into the apex of my legs, a tentative tongue tracing over my labia. My hips bucked at the touch, the feeling awakening something long dormant in me.
I’d become too dependent on my own hand—and princess phone, apparently—to get me off.
Sparks sizzled as Pierce licked and tasted me with a fervor, groaning desperately as he consumed my arousal. My hands flew to the mop of brown curls, gripping hard as I pushed my pussy into his willing face.
“Fuuuuck.” My voice was breathless and my eyes fell shut as Pierce worked me over. “Fingers,” I panted, “I need your fingers.”
Pierce smiled into my cunt, his tongue flicking my clit over and over, building me higher and higher with each pass. His mouth raised up an inch, before he blew air directly onto my skin. My mind frizzled out.
A moment later, strong fingers danced over my wet center, teasing me with each pass. Each time he circled my opening, he gently traced my clit, but refused to sink inside of me. It was tortuous. And I could only take so much.
“Pierce,” I practically growled. “ Fuck me with your fingers. ”
He chuckled darkly, and his eyes lifted to meet mine.
“As the lady commands,” he repeated, before driving two fingers into my cunt. Immediately he curved them and rubbed along my upper wall, confidently finding my G-spot within seconds.
Honestly, it was impressive.
My sight went dark as my head fell back onto a pillow and my eyes shut. Pierce’s mouth returned to me and feasted .
Fingers fucking me with the perfect pressure, tongue and teeth licking and nipping at my clit . . .
My grip on his hair tightened as I rolled my hips into Pierce’s face. His one arm snaked under my thigh, holding my legs open while his other hand continued to fuck me.
“Look at this pretty pink pussy. It’s just dripping for me, isn’t it?” he cooed as he watched his fingers slide inside of me. “It would’ve been such a shame if I hadn’t have been here to help take care of it.”
I gasped, his dirty words coiling tightly around me. His fingers continued to plunge inside of me as his thumb circled my clit and I drew closer towards that edge. Pierce finally looked up at me, a roguish joke written plainly on his face.
“Wouldn’t it have been?”
I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Pierce,” I whimpered, eyes screwing shut as the first waves fluttered deep in my belly.
“Wouldn’t it?” he asked as he traced my clit with his tongue. His lips tickled my sensitive flesh with each word, each breath.
Two more pumps of his hand and I exploded. My world ceased to exist beyond the spasm of my cunt, gripping his fingers inside of me like it wanted him to move in.
It went on for what felt like ages.
When I’d finally returned to earth, my arm was draped over my face. Bright light streamed in through my windows still, despite it having felt like hours since I’d gotten home .
Brown eyes captured my attention as my breath returned to normal. My mind still couldn’t comprehend how this was actually fucking possible.
Based on empirical fucking evidence, Pierce was real .
Pierce licked his wet lips, his grin returning in full force as he regarded me. “I was wrong,” he began, wiping his lips stained with my cum with his thumb. “You don’t taste like heaven. You taste like sin .”
My heart thumped in my chest and my cunt still pulsed.
“And I need to repent. ”
My eyes bugged out of my skull. I looked down at his stiff cock, the hard length molded against the hot pink boxer-briefs. Of course he wanted more, he hadn’t even gotten off yet. Saliva gathered in my mouth, and I gulped greedily. I wanted this man now .
“I can help with that,” I whispered, yanking off my slip.
Pierce barely spared me a glance before he lunged at me, tossing me over his shoulder before stalking back to my bedroom. The upside-down world provided a great view of his pink-covered ass, and my hands reached for his firm backside. I squeezed until I heard a groan, right before a smack landed on my bare ass.
I moaned, the sting of his slap only turning me on further.
Before I could verbalize my desires, my breath whooshed out of my chest as I was unceremoniously tossed onto my huge bed. I bounced once with a shriek before bouncing again as Pierce jumped into the bed with me. We crashed together, our bodies instinctively tangling together.
Pierce slid a hand down between our bodies to strum at my clit. Sparks tingled over my skin with each pass. But I wanted my taste .
Pierce stilled as I pushed a hand onto his chest, pressing his body away from me.
“You’re going to have to wait,” I said mischievously.
Pierce reached for me, once more, but I playfully slapped his hand away.
“It’s my turn.”
Pierce stilled, his hand paused in mid-air, lust dripping from his gaze as a lazy smile appeared. “Tick-tock,” he then challenged with a raised brow.
On his cue, I slunk down his body. God, it was like he was made for me. His lithe form, tight abdomen, and extremely happy trail of dark hair, disappearing into those ridiculous pink boxers. My hands slipped under the waistband, teasing him as I ran my fingers across his skin. He was soft, but oh so tight at the same time.
Pierce groaned, curses falling from his lips. A stain of pink blushed the ridge of his nose as his head fell back ever so slightly, eyes closing as he succumbed to my wiles.
Patience had never been one of my virtues, so after only a moment of torment, I gave in and yanked his boxers down. My jaw hit the floor as the most glorious cock sprung up at me. Thick and rigid with a monstrous vein pulsing along the shaft, the slight upward curve promised it to hit all the best spots. The purple head already glistened with precum and my mouth watered.
Tentatively, my hand reached towards the snake in front of me. Long red nails wrapped around his firm length and the moment I made contact, hissed cries fell from Pierce’s lips. My attention flicked back to him as I began to slowly twist and squeeze my hand. His eyes were scrunched and his hands gripped my white satin sheets .
His hot length was so thick I could barely wrap my fingers around it. It had to be almost nine inches long. It would destroy me if I fucked it.
But I had never been a quitter, and hell if I’d start now.
I picked up the pace as I dropped my head, my tongue flicking over the seam of his cock to taste the salty pre leaking out. It was musky and manly and addicting . I wrapped my mouth tight around him, my lips cushioning my teeth as I bounced along his shaft.
“Oh, fuck, love,” Pierce moaned, bringing a hand to the crown of my head. He pushed down gently, but I wanted him to choke me on it. Next time, I supposed. I’d tell him when I wasn’t stuffed full of his cock.
My skin felt like it was on fire, so I slipped a hand down to strum my clit. My earlier orgasm coupled with the erotic enigma that was Pierce , I was already so close as I worked us over.
“Use your teeth,” he gritted out and my eyes popped open. He was staring at me while biting his bottom lip, the poor flesh bruised and swollen. So he must like a little pain to his pleasure . . .
I pulled my lips back slightly, and dropped my jaw as far as I could, gently scraping my teeth up and down his shaft.
He must’ve really liked that.
Pierce’s hips stuttered and his hand gripped my hair tighter. He took over and fucked my mouth as I tried my best to keep it open enough to not actually hurt him. Something close to ten pumps later, and Pierce reached down to grab his shaft. He exploded into my mouth, pulling himself out slightly before I could catch it all.
It was like standing under a water fountain. Cum splattered inside my mouth, along my lip, onto my jaw, and a drop even landed right under my eye.
My fingers sped, circling my tight clit as the last of his orgasm landed on me. I came a second after. My cunt pulsed as my fingers slowed down, heart racing as I met Pierce’s gaze.
Pierce panted, his hand still gripping his cock while he collapsed onto the bed again.
I mimicked his earlier motion, lifting my thumb to drag through the cum on my lip, before making eye contact with Pierce. He was enraptured .
Slow enough for him to have easily stopped me, I crawled back up his body and brought my thumb to his mouth. His gaze didn’t leave mine as I pushed my thumb past his lips, which he quickly and greedily sucked on.
I pulled my thumb from his mouth before pulling his face towards mine. He met me with a sloppy kiss to share the taste of his cum between us.
“It would’ve been such a shame if I hadn’t have been here to help take care of you,” I repeated, word for word, my head tilting as my gaze flicked over his flushed skin and hurried breaths. “Wouldn’t it?”
Pierce tossed a smirk at me and a breath later and he twisted my head forcefully. His fingers pressed into my chin as he licked up every drop of cum still branding me. My lips curled and I groaned at the feel of his tongue flicking over my heated skin.
As he cleaned the last off my jaw, his hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me securely as he whispered next to my ear. “Satisfied?”
I met his gaze. “For now.”