Chapter 27
Zephyr
”For fuck”s sake, Rome,” I grumbled as I walked into his house. ”Why the hell can”t you ask someone else to help move your crap around? I have to play tonight.”
”Go into the guesthouse. Dylan has the bar, and I”ll help out as well.”
I gave him a blank look. ”What?”
”Just go. Oh, and, Z, you”re one of the best people I know, and I”m damn lucky to have you in my life.”
I cocked an eyebrow. ”Are you dyin” or somethin”?”
”No, but I”m hoping that you”re going to start living, brother. I”ll see you later.”
I had no idea what was up or down, but I walked into the guesthouse. I smelled her immediately like a dog sniffing his bitch in heat.
”Grace?” I called out and walked around the small space. The bedroom door was closed. I opened it, and my breath caught at the sight of ADA Grace Carta, naked in bed, waiting for me.
”Hi,” she all but stuttered that short word out. I could feel her hide her fear beneath a fa?ade of sensuality.
Her brown skin against the white sheets was erotic as hell. Her nipples were hard.
”Spread your legs, Grace.”
She did as I asked. I watched her as I started to remove my boots. ”You wet, baby?”
She whimpered.
”Show me.” I took my shirt off. She touched herself and showed me her fingers—wet. I leaned down and sucked those fingers clean.
I unbuckled my belt. ”Grace, I”m very angry with you.”
”I know. I”m so sorry. I…I”m sorry.”
”I know you are, baby. But I can”t just let it go, you understand?”
She didn”t, and the look on her face made it clear that she didn”t.
”I want you on all fours now, Grace.”
Arousal spread over her body, and her flat stomach tightened. I stroked my erection as I looked at her, my gift for the night.
”Why?” she asked in a small voice.
”Because I want to see my handprints on your ass while I fuck you.”
Would she understand the difference between violence and pleasure? I had felt her need for pain every time we had sex. She wanted it hard. She wanted it rough. The times I”d slapped her ass, she shivered around my cock, milking me.
She stared at me, and I saw tears in her eyes. I wanted to run to her, hold her, and tell her we didn”t have to do this, but I knew that she needed a different kind of sex. Maybe if she”d never been initiated into sex by her asshole ex, she might want cuddly lovemaking, but satisfaction for prim and proper Grace was pain mingled with pleasure. It was the same for me. I got off on her pain, her pleasure. I got off on her submission.
She slowly turned and presented herself. My dick began to weep. Christ, she was so brave, so beautiful.
”Grace, we need a safe word, baby. Red is stop. Green is good. Yellow is, this is new. Got it.”
I stroked her tight ass.
”Hmmm,” she whispered.
”I need words, baby.” I licked her pussy and breathed in her taste.
”Red for stop. Green for go. Yellow for I don”t know.” The words spilled out of her.
”You know you control what we do, don”t you?”
”Yes.”
”Anytime you feel you don”t want something, you say your safe word, and I stop.”
She nodded.
”I need your words.”
”Yes, I know I”m in control.”
”I”ll keep checking in with you. Green is good. Yellow is I”m thinkin” about it. Red is stop.”
I ran a finger down the crease of her ass and gently inserted part of my finger inside her tight hole. She moaned.
”Yeah, baby, you like that? You want me to take your ass?”
”I don”t know,” she pleaded. ”I don”t know what I want.”
I ran the finger down to her pussy. ”That”s okay, baby. I can take control. You want that?”
”Yes.”
”Oh, my Little Tempest, you”re so beautiful giving yourself like this to me.”
I kneeled behind her and licked her from asshole to clitoris. She shook something fierce, so I did it again.
”Don”t come now, okay, Grace? I want you to come around my cock.”
”I don”t know how to stop myself,” she admitted.
I bit an ass cheek gently and kissed the flesh to soothe it. ”You tell me when you”re getting close, and I”ll make sure you don”t come.”
”Won”t that be frustrating?”
I slapped one ass cheek lightly. ”That”s the point, Little Tempest.”
She held her position as I squeezed her beautiful butt. ”Now, Grace, why am I spanking you?”
She didn”t say anything, so I slapped her cheek hard. She gasped.
”When I ask a question, baby, you answer.”
Her breathing was already ragged. I slapped the same cheek again, hard.
”Because I told you to go fuck someone else.”
I stroked to soothe and then, without warning, smacked her again and then squeezed.
”Ah, Zephyr. I need to come.”
”No.” I administered three slaps to the other ass and admired how nicely she colored. I was not into BDSM. It wasn”t my kink. I went as far as edging and some light spanking, but never like this. With Grace, the need was strong, new, and alien-like. Everything was with her.
I peppered both cheeks with slaps, my dick ready to burst into flames. ”Grace, how are you?” I cried out, wanting to take her now.
”Green, Zephyr. Green.”
Her hips were moving now, wanting release. I couldn”t wait any longer. I mounted her and slammed into her. We both groaned in relief. I put my hands on her red ass and pumped in and out.
”You look so good taking me. Your ass looks so good, Grace.”
She whimpered and lifted her ass up so I could go deeper.
”Baby, I don”t have a condom.”
She stilled. ”I can take a Plan B.”
”You trust me?” My heart swelled.
She paused for a moment and then said softly but clearly, ”More than anyone else in my life.”
I lost it then. Her confession was enough to make me pound into her, pinch her clitoris as I did—making her come around me so that I could feel each pulse, feel the miracle of her.
After, she was flat on her stomach, and I lay on top of her, my weight on one side of the bed, my dick still inside her pussy. The son of a bitch didn”t want to leave its warm cocoon.
When I had the strength, I pulled out of her and found a washcloth. I cleaned her up. I used a body oil that the small bathroom was stocked with on her ass, and she enjoyed the massage, undulating her hips as I rubbed it into her skin.
I turned her on her back and kissed her lips. ”You okay?”
She smiled and nodded. I sat by her, stroking her body. I stopped at her stomach and squeezed.
”What happens if you don”t take Plan B?” What the fuck, Zephyr?
Her eyes went wide.
I ran my hand over her tits and tummy again. I had an image of her swollen with my baby, her tits bigger and darker. I touched her pussy, cupping her.
”Grace?” I asked again.
”What are you saying?”
I inserted a finger inside her, and her hips jerked. ”Are you in love with me?” I asked, watching my finger go in and out of her.
”Yes,” she whispered, and I looked at her face and saw she meant it.
”Then what I”m saying is that I”d like to make a baby with you.” I”d never said these words to a woman and never thought I ever would. But this was Grace, my Grace, and she evoked feelings inside me that made me feel…safe.
”Zephyr, we can”t just—”
”I love you,” I simply told her and lay on top of her, surrounding her. ”I”m in love with you.”
”Why?” She was baffled, and I laughed, feeling light. I kissed her mouth.
”Why? Because you”re a strong, intelligent, brave, beautiful woman who sucks cock real well.”
She punched my chest.
”Sorry, sucks my big cock—”
”Your cock isn”t that big, you know that, right?”
”That”s not what the other girls said.” I nuzzled my nose against hers when she narrowed her eyes at me. ”Too soon?”
”Yeah, too soon, asshole.”
I nudged my swelling erection against her pussy. She loved me. Grace loved me.
”Why do you love me, Grace?”
She touched my face, and love shone in her eyes. ”Because you”re loyal, kind, compassionate, smart, caring, loving, and you eat pussy real good.”
I slid into her, wanting to be inside her, wanting the intimacy.
”After we”re done fucking, we need to talk about the whole BBH nonsense,” I told her.
”You have such a way with words, Zephyr Doucet,” she mocked.
I pumped in and out of her. ”Now, Grace, you know that you don”t want me to make love to you; you want me to fuck your brains out.”
”You know me so well.”
”Not all of you, but we”ll get there.” The rightness of being with her was erotic, and my hips snapped hard as I moved inside her. ”Was the spanking okay? Any bad moments?””No.” She smiled and added, ”It was…oddly freeing.”
I kissed her.
”But, Zephyr, it”s too soon for a baby.” She lifted her hips as I went inside her to deepen and lengthen our connection.
”I want a baby with you. I want to see your breasts swollen with milk. I want to watch our baby suckle you. Will you let me drink from you, Little Tempest?” I had no idea what the fuck I was spouting, but I was past using a filter with her. Every emotion was being pushed out of me without worry about its impact. I was safe with Grace. She loved me, and I loved her. I”d never had this kind of security before, and why I had it with her was a mystery—but who cared why? I was fortunate to have this in my life.
”The timing is not right,” she mumbled, losing herself in sex.
”That”s okay. I”ll fuck you raw every day, so the timing will eventually be right.”
My girl loved herself some dirty talk, and she came then, taking me over with her.