16. Parker
16
PARKER
I woke up this morning horny. It’s not the first time it’s happened, but it is the first time it’s happened after I’ve made myself come three times the night before. I was so ravenously needy that I took care of myself in the bathroom at lunchtime and again before I left to drive home. But no matter how many times I take care of business, none of them feel as satisfying as when Danny’s helping me.
After my chat with Henry last night, I’m starting to realize that taking a risk with Danny might be worth it. He’s seen me naked and made me come more than once, and he keeps coming back for more. If his interest in me was just curiosity, surely he’d already have fucked me and sated whatever urge had driven him to pursue me in the first place. But when he comes to my room, he never asks or takes anything in return. He just waits until I’ve come, kisses my cheek, and leaves like the whole thing is simply about my pleasure.
I hadn’t planned to ask him to come into the bathroom with me. I definitely hadn’t planned to be naked and on display for him, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to see his response—to see how he looked at me when I wasn’t hidden by the dark of nighttime. I wanted to see him in the light.
I’d braced for his rejection or to see him visibly lose interest when he saw me without the filter of darkness or the titivation of depravity and sex toys. But instead of rejecting me, he devoured me with his eyes like I was a gift. He took in every single inch of me, and his body showed me just how much he liked what he saw.
If the bulge in his pants is anything to go by, his dick must be huge, and as he stood over me, my mouth watered wondering how he tastes. But then he left without touching me, leaving me even more confused than ever.
If he wants me so much, why does he keep leaving?
After dinner, I offered to clean up, and he agreed, said good night, and went upstairs to bed alone, leaving me wondering if I’ll be alone all night or if he plans to come to me again tonight.
After stripping out of my romper—that I wore deliberately, hoping to provoke him into touching me—I slip into bed naked, my pussy needy and wet. Determined not to use any of my toys tonight, I toss and turn but eventually sit up, knowing that I won’t get any sleep at all unless I get some kind of release.
Swinging my legs out of bed to rest on the floor, I lean down and pull open my bottom drawer, trying to decide what I’ll use tonight. But when the drawer glides open, instead of being full, it’s empty of everything except for a big, pink dildo with a suction cup on the end.
Blinking, I squeeze my eyes closed, then open them again, but just like before, the drawer is empty of everything except that one toy. When I reach down to grab it, I notice a blue Post-it Note sitting against the bottom of the drawer. Picking it up, I turn it over and find a handwritten note scrawled across it.
Stick me to the mirror, then let me fill one of your wet holes. This time you get to pick the hole. Xoxo
My mouth falls open, and a shocked gasp slips free as I read the note again.
Did Danny seriously come into my room, take all of my sex toys, then leave me a note telling me how he wants me to use this one?
Reading it a third time, I groan a little as I picture him walking in here and finding me fucking this toy. Obviously, it’s something he wants to see, or maybe he just wants to see if I’ll do what he says.
A part of me wants to refuse to comply, but honestly, when he gets bossy with me, I fucking love it, and I want to do what he says because I want to know what he’ll do when he sees that I’ve complied.
The bed creaks when I push to my feet and cross to the full-length mirror that’s attached to the wall. With the toy gripped tightly in my hand, I try to decide if I’m really going to stick this to the mirror and use it. The thought is more tempting than I’m willing to admit.
He told me I could pick the hole, but even though I own more than one butt plug and have tried to play with them, I’ve never actually taken a dick in my ass, and I don’t intend to start with a large dildo.
Now that I’ve ruled out anal, I have two options. I can bend over and take the dildo in my mouth, hoping he comes in and fucks me from behind, or I can bend over and back my pussy onto the toy, then have my mouth open, ready to taste his cock.
When I hear the sound of his door open, I make a quick decision, running the toy through my wetness before suctioning it to the mirror and holding it in place while I shuffle backward, groaning as it slowly sinks inside of me.
The toy is a fraction too high, but instead of it being a bad thing, it feels amazing. My eyes flutter shut, and I lose myself to the blissful pleasure I feel as my hips start to roll.
Despite the distraction of the toy, I still hear and feel the shift in the air as Danny slips into the room. “So fucking perfect,” he growls, his fingers stroking over the top of my head. “Move, let me see you fuck it.”
There’s a forceful dominance in his words that I couldn’t disobey even if I wanted to, but I don’t. Leaning forward, I let the toy slide partially out of me, then push back onto it, letting it fill me again.
“Again,” he orders.
I do it again, my eyes fluttering closed as the delicious sensation of fullness consumes me.
“Again,” he demands. “Don’t stop.”
Like I’m a puppet and he’s pulling my strings, I push myself on and off the toy, fucking myself on the dildo like it’s a real cock.
“Stop,” he orders.
I stop, the toy halfway out of me.
“Let it fall out of you.”
Shuffling forward, the toy slips free, leaving me empty and exposed. When I move to straighten, he grabs a handful of my hair and stops me.
“Open your mouth.”
My lips fall open so fast he chuckles.
“Look at you, so eager. Do you want to show me how good you suck dick?” he taunts.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Turn around and swallow the toy that was just buried in your cunt.”
I falter only for a second, wanting to suck his dick, not a silicone toy.
“Show me how much of a slut you are for cock,” he growls.
A hint of humiliation washes over me, but it only heightens my need, and I spin around and take the toy into my mouth, easily sinking onto the length until my mouth is full and I’m swallowing the taste of my own arousal.
“Suck,” he orders.
I do as he says, giving a sex toy a blow job like I can make it come.
“Stop.”
I freeze, my nose almost touching the mirror.
“Let it fall out of you.”
I don’t miss that he used the same words he said when it was inside my pussy.
“Turn around again.”
I turn around, still bent at the waist, my pussy wet, my throat a little sore, my body tingling with the need for more.
“Open your mouth.”
Lifting my eyes, I capture his gaze as I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.
“Fuck,” he growls. Grabbing a handful of my hair in one hand, he uses the other to push down his boxers until his massive cock pops free.
I’ve seen a few dicks before, but never one that looks like this in real life. Danny has a porno cock. Thick and long, with just a hint of a curve. It’s the type of cock that makes you believe squirting could be a real thing. A wanton moan burbles up from my throat, and I have to clench my thighs together as my pussy pulses, eager to try and ride this monster.
“Do you think you can take all of me? I’m bigger than that toy,” he taunts.
Not bothering to try and free myself from his hold of my hair, I nod, enjoying the hint of pain that comes when I move.
“Show me.”
Instead of pulling me to him, he steps into me, guiding his cock into my open mouth. Not scared, I take him deep, so incredibly grateful for my lack of a gag reflex when the head hits the back of my throat.
He stops pushing, but I don’t give up. Instead, I reach out and grab the back of his thighs, pulling him to me, so his dick slips into my throat.
“Jesus, Mother, and Mary,” he groans when I swallow around him, then start to hum.
“Reach back and put the toy in you. I want to see you fuck your wet, greedy cunt on that toy while I fuck your face.”
It’s the dirtiest thing any man has ever said to me, and I feel the gush of arousal that drips from my core as he guides me backward. Reaching back, I hold the toy in place, then back up onto it, guiding it inside of me until I’m full, my butt pressed against the cool glass of the mirror.
“Look at you. Cunt filled with a dildo, mouth stuffed full of my cock. You love it, don’t you?”
I don’t bother trying to speak, my mouth is too full, but I make a wanton moan when he leans forward and drags my ass cheeks apart so he can see my pussy in the mirror.
“I bet you’re such a little cum slut, aren’t you? Show me how much you want a throat full of me. You don’t get to stop until I fill you up.”
Pulling off his dick, I push myself onto the toy, then drag it partially out as I sink back down onto his cock. Seemingly happy to let me be in charge, he keeps hold of my hair but doesn’t try to control the pace as I suck him, deep throating him like an absolute pro while the toy in my pussy pushes me closer and closer to release.
After a while, his need for control gets the better of him, and he tightens his hold on me, thrusting his hips and forcing me to keep my teeth out of the way while he fucks my face. Each time he pulls me on and off his dick, I’m slid up and down the toy, his hips dictating the pace, depth, and intensity.
He doesn’t warn me before he comes, instead he just explodes, holding me firm as his dick spurts gush after gush of salty cum straight down my throat. Once he’s done, he drags my head back until his dick flops from my mouth, strings of saliva and cum dripping from the head.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but I squeal when he yanks me forward off the toy, scoops me off my feet, and carries me to the bed. Bending me over the end, he pushes my cheek down into the comforter before he stalks across the room and I hear the sound of him ripping the toy off the mirror.
Even though I’m expecting it, I flinch when he parts my ass cheeks with one hand, then roughly forces the toy into my cunt. Not giving me even a moment to get used to the feeling, he starts to fuck me with it, slamming it in and out of me while he finds my asshole with his thumb, spits on me, then pushes it into my body.
Clenching down on both the toy in my sex and his thumb in my ass, desperate squeals burst from my sore, abused throat as I come hard and fast.
“Perfect, that’s it, Parks, come hard for me. Show me how you’ll take my dick. Show me how you’ll be a perfect little cum slut for me.”
His words trigger a second orgasm, and I push back into him, needing more. When his hand moves and he slaps my ass cheek, I come again, or maybe it just reignites my pleasure, because wave after wave of bliss washes over me as I pant and squirm and beg for him.
I feel the moment he starts to retreat and I brace, waiting for him to kiss my cheek and leave. Instead, he drags the toy from my pussy, and I hear it drop to the bed with a muffled thud. I flinch when he pulls his thumb free of my ass, my body feeling empty as he steps back, the cool air filling the distance he’s put between us.
I don’t feel it when his palm slaps down against my ass cheek, but seconds later, the shocked sting radiates through my body, just in time for the second slap to land against my other cheek. One after the other, he spanks my ass in hard, firm slaps until my skin is burning, and I can feel the heat radiating from me.
Before I even realize he’s moved, I feel the toy at my entrance. I’m so wet, the silicone slips into me with ease, and holding it in me, he spanks my ass, over and over, pausing only to fuck me fast and hard with the toy until I’m writhing and screaming and begging him for more.
When I come, my knees buckle, but he keeps me upright, palming both of my hot, burning ass cheeks as he slowly pulls the toy out of me. Dragging the wet toy over my ass, he leaves a path of my own arousal over my skin, then follows it with his tongue.
It takes me a moment for the pain to register, but I scream when he sinks his teeth into my ass cheek, biting me hard enough to leave a mark. Pain blooms hot and intense, combining with the heat radiating from my cheeks, until my head starts to spin, and my yells become filthy, depraved whines, like an animal in heat. I don’t notice he’s moved until he turns my face and presses a kiss to my cheek.
“Mine,” he whispers possessively, before he stands to his full height and leaves.
Eyes wide, chest heaving, my body is too heavy, too lethargic to move. When my knees refuse to hold my weight any longer, I slip down onto the floor, wondering what the hell just happened.
I’m not sure how long I sit in a heap, naked, wet, and thoroughly ravished. But by the time my limbs have regained enough strength to move, I crawl up the bed, flopping down on my stomach the moment my head reaches the pillow.
“What the fuck was that?” I whisper out loud.
The note, the orders, his massive dick, and dominant behavior.
“What the hell was that?”
I think a part of me thought or hoped he’d come to me tonight, but even though his behavior toward me has been escalating, I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn’t expecting to feel like I was starring in my own BDSM porn video.
Part of me loved it, but a small, worried part of me wonders how real this all is. I know he loves me as a friend. I know he’s attracted to me—his big, hard cock was a bit of a giveaway. But I don’t know what any of that means.
He used the word mine before he kissed me and left. But if he wanted me that much, why would he walk away?
Instead of lying in bed wondering what this all means, I should just go and ask him. He’s next door, literally feet away, so why am I in here when he’s in there? If he can stroll in here like he has the right to, then surely I can do the same?
I’m out of bed and pushing into his bedroom before I’ve even truly made the decision to go. His room is dark, a huge bed dominating the space, but I can see him clearly, despite there being no moonlight permeating the blinds.
All of the words I know I need to say evaporate on my tongue, and I stop moving and just stare at him the moment our gazes lock. He’s awake, his penetrating stare looking right at me, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he crooks his finger and beckons me to him. My feet move like they’re on strings, and moments later, I’m beside the bed. Lifting the covers, he looks from me to the spot beside him.
The silence crackles between us as I climb into the bed, breaching the distance and changing things that may never be fixed if this all goes to shit. The moment I’m close, he pulls me beneath him, spreading my legs wide to accommodate his huge body.
His eyes stare into mine, silently asking me a question that I’m confident I don’t know the answer to. I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know what this means. I don’t know what comes next, but I just can’t seem to care.
When he palms my thigh and lifts my leg, I let him move me. When he pushes my knee up toward my chest, I help him. And when he slams his thick, hard cock into my wet pussy, I take every inch and moan like the wanton cum slut he accused me of being.