Chapter 8 #2
“Roll over, baby.” He pats my hip.
“Why?”
He narrows his gaze at me. “Are you always going to argue with me, Kels?”
I shrug. “Probably. Are you always going to boss me around?” I retort.
“Definitely. Did you forget I’m a Dominant?” he teases.
“Not for a second, Sir,” I sass as I roll onto my stomach.
Apparently, he either really likes to examine his work long after an impact play scene, or he’s extremely proactive about aftercare.
Either way, it’s kind of hot. I may complain, but I feel unbelievably cherished as he trails a finger down my spine and around my bottom.
“You’re going to bruise where your back was resting against the steps, Kels.”
I know this. It has already occurred to me.
He bends over and kisses my ass. “Your bottom is fucking sexy all pink long after I’ve spanked you. Do you like the lingering burn?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. Goosebumps rise on my skin. I can’t believe how closely he’s inspecting my body. My breath hitches when his fingers dance lower, teasing me closer and closer to my pussy.
“Needy girl. Are you not fully sated yet?”
How do I tell him I wouldn’t be fully sated even if he fucked me ten more times? I crave the connection I feel when he’s inside me. I already know this from one encounter. I worry I won’t be able to flush him out of my system even if we fuck all night.
He gives my ass a firm swat, making me wince. “Rise onto your knees, Kelsey.”
I turn my head to look at him.
He slaps my sore butt again. “You’re testing me, baby. You shouldn’t hesitate when I give you an order.”
“Are you dominating me or fucking me right now?” It’s a fair question, and I do as I’m told as I ask it.
He nudges my knees open and climbs between them. His hands come to my hips, and I hiss when he digs his thumbs into my sore cheeks.
“Dominating comes naturally to me, Kels. Dominating you is like breathing. I can’t help myself. You will feel my power no matter what we’re doing. Fucking, working, eating…”
He’s right. I’m concerned by that fact, though.
This can’t go on. We can enjoy ourselves tonight, but tomorrow, reality will slip back in.
By Monday, this charade has to end. I can’t see any other way.
I just hope I can stuff this interlude to the back of my mind and we can return to business as usual at the office. If we can’t…
Hendrix swats my ass, making me moan. “Get out of your head, Kelsey.” His fingers trail between my thighs and stroke through my folds.
It’s shocking how badly I still crave him after everything we’ve done since the front door closed. Disturbing really. I rock into his touch, silently begging him to finger me.
The strangest thought comes to mind, taking me by surprise.
I want him to fuck me bare. I know it won’t really feel that different for me, but I hear it’s incredible for men.
I wonder if he ever has sex without a condom.
Maybe he would tell me fuck no if I suggested it.
Even though I’m on birth control, he can’t know I’m not lying.
No man should take that risk. A woman could trap them.
Especially someone as wealthy as Hendrix.
And what am I thinking? He definitely had sex without a condom on at least one occasion.
That’s how he ended up with Maddie. Or maybe that condom broke.
He certainly wasn’t as rich as he is today at that time, so Maddie’s mother didn’t trick him into getting her pregnant.
Hell, she didn’t even want a baby. She left and never came back.
He thrusts two fingers into me. “You’re in your head again, Kels. Second thoughts?”
I lift my head and arch my chest toward the mattress. “God, no,” I moan.
“Are you thinking about how it’s going to feel when I fill your pretty cunt again? Because that’s the only thing that should be going through your mind.” He strokes my clit.
Before I can lose my nerve, I respond with what I really want. “I’m thinking about how it would feel for your come to run out of me after you fuck me bare.”
He freezes.
I hold my breath, hoping I haven’t just ruined the moment.
His fingers disappear from my pussy, but a moment later, he’s gripping his dick and dragging it through my folds. “You want my come dripping out of you, baby?”
I exhale with relief. His tone doesn’t suggest he’s opposed to the idea. “Yes…”
“Does it make you feel submissive for me to take you from behind without protection?” He’s talking dirty to me on purpose now.
“Yes, Sir.”
He sets one hand between my shoulder blades and presses so I’m forced to lower my chest to the bed. Holding me in this position makes my heart race. I had no idea I would enjoy this sort of submission. It’s not the same as craving impact play. This is totally different.
Maybe I’ve been lying to myself all along. Maybe being struck by paddles and floggers wasn’t all that I wanted. Maybe what I really craved was to be fucked into submission, and I used impact play as a substitute because I couldn’t let just any random Dom control me like this.
My body trembles from the revelation.
Hendrix continues to tease my entrance and my clit with the head of his dick. “I’ve had unprotected sex one time in my life. Since then I’ve never touched a woman like this with my naked cock, Kelsey.” His voice is serious, and I nearly cry at his admission and tone.
“Do you want to?” I ask, my voice wobbly.
“Fuck yes,” he barks. “And you should know I’ve been tested. Please tell me you’ve never let a man near you who didn’t prove that.”
I’ve never let a man anywhere near this close to me, neither emotionally nor physically.
I’m struggling to imagine ever doing so again in my life.
This feels like the most monumental night I’ll ever experience.
Nothing will compare, and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to find something similar.
I lick my lips. “I haven’t slept with anyone since I was last tested either.” Even though we used condoms, I didn’t fully trust my last partner in retrospect. I went to a clinic several times after we broke up.
Hendrix slides his hand into my hair and grabs the now-messy updo, pulling just hard enough to make me moan. I love the power and control he exerts over me. How many times have I envisioned him pulling my hair?
“You’re ready for my cock, baby?” He’s still teasing me with the tip, dragging it through my folds and over my clit rapidly. I’m going to come before he even enters me if he doesn’t do it soon.
“Yes, Sir.”
Suddenly, he thrusts into me, and all the air leaves my lungs. His hand tightens in my hair, holding me down, keeping me from lifting my chest or my head. It’s the hottest experience of my life.
He pistons in and out. If his hand weren’t on my head, I would slam into the headboard. His other hand is on my hip, keeping me steady as he drives deeper and deeper.
Hendrix groans loudly, and I love his primal sounds. They tell me he’s as into this as I am. It feels like we’re the perfect match, fitting together like puzzle pieces. I refuse to let myself think about the fact that this can’t last. I want to stay in the moment.
“Fuck, Kelsey. You feel so damn good wrapped around my cock. Come for me, baby. I want to feel the tight grip of your cunt.”
At his command, my pussy grips onto him and milks him hard. Waves of pleasure radiate through my body, nearly bringing me to tears. This is perfection. This scenario will never be topped.
I’m shaking. He shifts both hands to my hips to support me, which I need. As the aftershocks from my release continue to make my body clench around him, he groans loudly, eventually holding himself deep inside me as he joins me.
Some extremely kinky side of me I never knew existed loves that his semen has filled me, and that same naughty part of my brain smiles when he pulls out. His come slides down my inner thighs. Why the hell do I find that so fucking hot?
Hendrix rolls me onto my back and positions himself between my legs, forcing them open as he kisses me reverently. He’s panting, but his mouth leaves my body to trail down to my breasts, nibbling on my nipples.
I’m too sated to move.
When he pulls back, rising onto his knees between mine, he holds my inner thighs and stares at my pussy. “Fuck, Kelsey…”
Yeah… We did. And it was amazing.
He clears his throat. His voice is emotional. “I’m going to clean you up, but first, let me look at you for a while.”
My breath catches in my throat. He can look at me for as long as he likes.