Chapter 52
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Laura's heart fluttered with excitement as James led her into his condo. The night they had spent at Club Indigo had been a journey of exploration and liberation, their desires intertwining in a world of sensuality and trust.
Her senses tingled with the memories of the dimly lit, decadent atmosphere, where the air was thick with desire and the faint sound of moans and whispers. The echoes of their shared experiences, of ropes and restraints, lingered in her mind, an intoxicating reminder of the pleasures they had discovered together.
As they crossed the threshold into the bedroom, Laura's pulse quickened. The room, adorned with satin sheets and an array of toys, beckoned to them, a sanctuary where their deepest desires could be explored without judgment or fear.
Her eyes roamed the room, taking in the leather restraints hanging from the walls, the array of floggers neatly arranged on a table, and the soft glow of overhead light casting enticing shadows on the plush carpet. She drank it all in with renewed energy .
Her legs tingled with anticipation, and James scooped her up effortlessly, his eyes filled with a potent combination of adoration and dominance. The sensation of being carried, of offering herself willingly to him, sent a thrill through her entire being. She melted into his arms, her body responding to his touch, yearning for the connection they shared.
As James gently placed her onto the bed, Laura's body sank into the plush mattress.
Following her down on the bed, James claimed her mouth and deftly removed her clothing with patient touches and sensual tugs.
His mouth had followed his hands – alternating between licking, kissing, nibbling and biting. By the time he reached her pussy, she was quivering with need and ready to beg for release.
After she came with his mouth on her clit, he mercilessly rearranged their bodies, until she was lying on her back half draped over him. He held her legs apart with his right hand between her thighs and one of her legs pinned between his. His left hand was curled around her shoulders, and he had a firm grip on her hair. “How many times have you come?” James demanded.
“I don’t know,” she panted. “Three times … four … I don’t know.”
He chuckled and growled, “You’re so fucking wet. Your cunt is soaking, dirty girl. Are you my little slut, getting so wet for me? Who owns this pussy?”
She moaned, “You do, Sir.”
“You bet I do,” he rumbled in her ear. “But there’s another part of you I own but haven’t claimed yet.”
Understanding dawned on her. “My ass,” she whispered, and he nodded .
“Turn over,” he ordered, and she flopped onto her belly.
The mattress dipped, as James leaned over and pulled a condom and lube from the nightstand. She stiffened. Talking about anal and having him shove his huge cock in her tiny back passage were two different things. She started to rise.
James pushed between her shoulder blades. “Do you trust me?”
Lord, yes . She flopped down. “I do, Sir.”
“Do you trust me to make this good for you?” James stroked her back.
“I do. It’s just… I’ve never done this and you’re not exactly small.”
James laughed.
The sound made her instantly relax. The bed beneath her softened.
“I take that as a compliment.” James pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. The cap of the bottle plopped, and then she felt his finger slicking her anus and pressing in.
The act so forbidden and carnal and… pleasurable. Oh, my Goodness.
She moaned and arched her back. James crooned something comforting. His finger slowly advanced, withdrew, more lube, cold, then the digit slid all the way in.
So full. Goosebumps erupted over her entire body. “Sir…” she whimpered, but not in pain. She needed… “More!”
“Oh, you’ll get more.” Amusement and determination filled James’s voice. “You’ll get my cock tonight.” He trailed kisses over her spine. More coldness between her buttocks, then James worked a second finger in.
Too much. She tried to wiggle away, and he nipped her shoulder muscle in warning. She forced herself to relax again.
“Good girl,” James rumbled.
He coated his dick in a generous amount of lube as well and pressed up against her anus.
“Usually I’m in control, but I want you to control this,” he informed her. “I’m going to push in, and you are going to tell me to proceed, stop or pull back. We’ll go slowly, but tonight. I’m going to fuck that ass of yours.”
Laura nodded into the pillow and James pressed slowly forward.
She gasped. It burned. “Stop,” she whispered, and he did.
Laura tried to relax around the intrusion. She took a deep breath and another one. The burning eased. It didn’t feel good, but it wasn’t bad either.
“Okay, go on,” she said.
James pressed forward again, and it felt okay until he hit another ring of resistance. “Stop, back a little,” she pleaded.
He pulled back slightly, and that sensation felt wonderful. She moaned and relaxed. James moved back and forward, taking care not to go deeper than she could take.
“More, please,” she begged.
He went deeper. The same thing happened two times more. He would hit some kind of threshold, pull back and then go forward again. The feeling of his cock inside her back passage added to the intensity of her building orgasm.
James kissed the junction between her neck and shoulder. Sweat covered his body. Her tight ass gripped his cock like a vice. It had taken all his control not to surge forward and claim her. He took a few steading breaths.
“All in, honey. You’re doing great,” he praised. “I’m going to move inside you now and I want you to finger that pussy into another orgasm.”
His sweet submissive did as she was told. Pressing himself up on his elbows, James flexed his hips. In. Out. The sensations were overwhelming, but more so was her trust and submission. Laura’s moans grew louder and louder, the sounds mixing with the slapping of flesh on flesh and the grunts coming from him until they made a carnal symphony.
He could feel his climax looming, every nerve of his body burning with pleasure until he was desperate for it to stop and also to continue forever. But he wouldn’t last long. His balls drew up as the pleasurable sensations mingled with the emotional connection they shared. “Come, Laura, come now,” James ordered as allowed his control to slip and he released his seed deep inside her in jet after powerful jet. He collapsed atop her, weak with relief and echoes of pleasure, thinking, Home. I’m home .
As the roaring in his head subsided, and Laura’s screams of pleasure died down. James realized he needed to move, or he would crush her. He lifted his upper body and carefully pulled his semi-hard cock from her. Holy hell – that had been intense. Even more so than their combined climax at the club.
“Don’t move,” he sat up and stroked her hair. He walked into the bathroom and cleaned himself quickly and then went back to take care of his woman. Laura made a grumbling sound as he pressed the warm wet washcloth between her cheeks to wash away the lube. He went back to rinse the cloth and returned. Laura hadn’t moved a muscle, but goosebumps had started forming as she cooled. He carefully turned her and made quick work of cleaning her pussy.
She swatted at his hands. “No more,” she moaned and James grinned with satisfaction. She was good and thoroughly fucked. He dropped the washcloth on the ground and slipped into bed with her for some well-earned rest.
James woke first. Rays of sunshine streamed between the curtains and embraced Laura. His Laura. His heart felt raw with emotion. She was his. She wanted to commit. Sleepy eyes blinked up at him. She was beautiful with her sleep mussed hair and lines from wrinkles in the pillow on her face. Her mouth curled in a loving smile and her eyes quickly became more focused as her brain switched into gear.
He kissed her lightly on the lips. “Good morning,” he whispered with his lips near hers.
She did a lazy stretch and pushed herself up on her elbows. “Good morning, Sir. What are the plans for today?”
The blankets slid down and gave a tantalizing glimpse of her magnificent body.
James pretended to be thinking while he shamelessly ogled his woman. His! “Well, today you’re going to move in with me.”
She grinned and silently mouthed, “Control freak,” but nodded.
“I also want to discuss with you how we’re going to proceed from here. I want it all with you, Laura. Living together is the first step. I want to make you mine in every way possible.” Yeah, I’m pushing, but we need to be on the same page.
Laura nodded again and replied, “I understand that. I’m yours like you said last night – body, mind, and soul. I agree to moving in with you.” She shrugged and scrunched up her nose. “Although today might be a tad optimistic.”
James accepted that with a shrug. “We might not be able to move all your stuff, but I don’t want you to stay in your duplex. I want to have you here, with me.” His gaze connected with hers. “Not that I’m complaining, but what made you change your mind?”
“I don’t really think it was one thing. It was everything.” Laura chewed on her lip, thinking. “All that we’ve been through made me realize I wasn’t afraid of a future with you, I was trapped by fear of my past. But gradually I started to comprehend something.”
“Oh?” James slid up his left eyebrow.
“Well, I don’t really know how to explain. You’re bossy and you have pushed me but always in a way that benefits me. Like with the jogging.”
James cocked his head. Did she finally get the difference?
“I’m not weak by submitting to you and you’re not a bully like my ex. Your need for control isn’t to curb me. You give me space when I want it and push me when I need it. You’re also sweet and considerate – loving.” Laura blushed slightly.
James took her face between his hands, her cheeks petal soft between the calluses on his palms. He gazed into her eyes, hoping she would glimpse the profound love reverberating within his soul.
“I love you, honey,” he confessed, his voice a tender declaration that carried the weight of his devotion. He willed her to understand the depth of his feelings, to see the sincerity etched in his every word.
As her eyes met his, a surge of emotion flooded his being. Her whispered response filled the air, a cherished affirmation that resonated deep within him. “Oh James, I love you, too.”
The admission held him captive, suspended in a moment where time seemed to stand still, before, propelled by an irresistible force, James closed the distance between them.
His lips found hers, and their mouths merged in a passionate kiss. With his hands still cradling her face, he showered her cheeks and mouth with tender kisses, each one a testament to the love that flowed from his soul.
Reluctantly, he pulled away. “Finally,” he whispered, his voice filled with relief and a depth of yearning that had accompanied him for far too long. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear these words from you.”
His hold on her face tightened, his gaze unwavering. He wanted her to understand, to believe the promises he was about to make. I will always take care of you,” he vowed, his voice firm and resolute. “Don’t ever doubt that!”