Chapter 14
Nathan stroked the line of Tara’s spine with his palm, smiling as she shivered.
“When I’m done fucking you, who’s going to get on her knees and clean my cock with her tongue?” he asked.
“Me. Me.” She licked her lips, eyes now partially open though unfocused.
“Good girl.” Nathan notched his tip at her entrance. “Ready to take my cock in this tight little pussy?”
He thrust in just enough to seat the aching head of his dick inside her. Her vagina was soft, warm, and wet around him.
“Yes, Nathan,” she gasped.
“Up on your toes,” he commanded, wanting her hips just a little higher up so his cock wasn’t angled down as he thrust.
She popped up another inch, and he braced her legs with his own, taking some of the pressure off her calves.
Time to finally, finally, enter her. Nathan planted his feet, reaffirmed his grip on her hips and ass, and yanked her ass back—pulling her onto his cock rather than thrusting his hips forward.
They both moaned once he was fully seated inside her.
“You look so good like this.” His voice was rough. “Bent over the bed, sore tits smashed against the mattress, ass red from being spanked.” He pulled out halfway, then thrust in again. “And my cock in your pretty, needy, pussy.”
“Nathan, pleas?—”
He grinned when her word cut off as he pulled out and thrust in hard and fast, her ass jiggling as his hips spanked her.
“What was that?”
“Nathan, pl?—”
This time, she stopped mid-word to gasp as he ground his hips against hers. He bit back a curse of pleasure as he felt the head of his cock rubbing inside her with the movement.
“Don’t stop,” she stammered. “Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop fucking you?” He rewarded her begging with half a dozen deep, rough thrusts. The angle wasn’t quite right, but this felt too good for him to want to pull out and make adjustments.
“Don’t stop talking to me.” Tara’s voice was low, a little hesitant, almost like she was reluctant to speak.
Wait, was she embarrassed?
“Does my smart, pretty sub like to be told what a hot cunt she has?”
Tara ground back against him in an affirmative response. Of course she liked it. The woman was fucking perfect.
“Do you like hearing how tight you are around my cock?” Nathan started fucking her in earnest, leaning slightly forward over her as he thrust, his hands cupping her waist.
“Or maybe you want to hear about the things I’m imagining doing to you.”
“Nathan, I’m—I’m close.”
“Prove it. Show me what a needy pussy you have by coming on my cock.” Nathan hiked her hips up another inch.
Tara’s toes left the floor, and she braced her heels against his shin. His arms tensed, but he wasn’t going to be able to concentrate enough on holding her up, not when her warm channel was tight around him.
“Knee up,” he ordered.
After a moment’s confused hesitation, Tara bent her left leg, her thigh and knee now on the mattress. He tugged her hips once more, and she shifted her weight to the knee on the bed, her other foot braced against his shin. Nathan pushed down on her back, urging her to arch, which tipped her pelvis.
His cock, which had remained mostly inside her sweet body despite the movement, sank deeper.
He was so deep his balls were now nestled against her spread pussy lips.
“Fuck,” she hissed, grinding back against him.
He nodded in agreement, though she couldn’t see him. Gripping her hips, he ground into her for another minute before pulling out and then slamming into her once more. He fucked her slow and hard, grinding against her each time he penetrated her. The hard slap of his hips hitting her ass echoed in the room, mingling with their heavy breaths and Tara’s occasional gasps and groans.
Tara sucked in air and tensed under him, nearly quivering.
He thrust in once, twice, three times. On the fourth, her sex was noticeably tighter, clamping down as she orgasmed.
Satisfaction slid through him. There was something primal in the control he had over her in this moment. That he could bring her pleasure to the point that this brilliant, bright woman allowed herself to submit to a base physical need.
Her pussy continued to flutter around him as sweat slid down his chest, and his cock twitched, the pressure from her orgasm tightening things in his lower body.
“Nathan.” His name was more than a name when she breathed out the word—it was a thank-you and a plea and spoken with trust and relief.
It was that tone, seeped in the trust of submission and relief of giving up control, that pushed him over his own edge.
Nathan jerked his hips in small, quick thrusts, focusing on the feeling of the soft walls of her sex rubbing his glands and shaft and the sight of her naked body bent submissively over the bed.
Pleasure gripped him, his cock twitching inside her. He made quick, small thrusts as he came deep inside her, groaning and shuddering.
Panting, he leaned over her back, a fist planted on the bed beside her waist, while his other hand kneaded the thigh braced on the bed.
Tara pushed up on one elbow, twisting to look back at him. The position caused her hips to shift, his cock sliding an inch or two out of her pussy.
Nathan shot her a warning look and pulled half out, then thrust back in, hard. His hips hit her ass, knocking her forward, her chest and shoulders bouncing back down onto the bed. She relaxed, the hint of a smile touching her lips as she closed her eyes.
She’d liked that reminder that she was his.
Nathan gripped the hair that was spread over the bed, tugging to tilt her face so she was looking at the far wall, her cheek still on the mattress.
“You took my cock so well. Can you feel me inside you?” He flexed his hips, his cock still hard despite the orgasm. “Hear that? How sloppy and wet your pussy is from my come deep inside you.”
Tara’s eye opened, face tipping toward him. The look in her eyes was…he didn’t have a word for it. But suddenly he was desperate to see her face.
He needed to be deep inside her as he looked into her eyes and breathed her air.
Nathan pulled out, petting her sides and ass before stepping back and finally shucking his leathers. He was hot and sweaty from the work of fucking her, so it took him a minute.
His good girl stayed right where he’d left her, one leg pulled up on the bed, the toes of her other foot stretched down to brace on the floor.
When he was naked, he rolled her over one final time. Tara lay her hands beside her head, fingers curled softly over her palms. Her breasts were soft and vulnerable.
“Scoot up.”
He gripped her thighs, helping her shift up to the middle of the bed, until he could climb onto the mattress with her.
“Spread your legs. Wider.” He kneaded her inner thighs, then pushed her open wider still. Until her pussy lips spread apart, and he could see the creamy white of his come leaking out of her pussy.
“Spread yourself open,” he demanded, gaze fastened on her sex.
Tara’s fingers slid and slipped against her pussy lips, her labia slipping out from under her fingers as she tried to obey.
“Pinch your pussy if you have to.” His cock was still semihard, his continued need to possess and command her riding him.
Tara pinched her labia, spreading her sex so wide that her skin pulled tight, her dark pink flesh glossy in the low light. Nathan dipped a finger into her—causing her hips to bump up as she moaned—and spread his come over the inner flesh of her pussy. He worked his come over and around her clit with two fingers, while his other hand stroked his shaft.
Her obedience, his own fist, and the sight of his come glistening on her clit, did what he’d hoped, his cock stiffening, though not as iron-hard as it had been.
He moved into position between her spread thighs. “Arms up.”
“Are you going to fuck me, Nathan?”
He leaned over her, reaching up to grip one wrist, pressing her arm down into the mattress so she felt his control. He slapped her tit with his other hand, watching the soft flesh jiggle. Her free hand raised, fluttering near his wrist, as if she were going to grab his hand and stop him.
“Talk to me, Tara.”
Her gaze met his, but she didn’t speak.
He slapped her other tit, carefully watching her face. Tara bit her lip, fingers gently curling around his wrist, though she didn’t try and restrain him.
“Tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
He raised his hand above her breast, her arm moving with his, thanks to her grip on his wrist. Tara didn’t stop him, merely watched his face as he once more slapped her tit, the motion awkward, given her hold on him.
“Tara,” he warned. “Talk to me.”
“I want you to stop. I want you to not stop.” She took a breath. “I want…you.”
Something cracked inside him.
Nathan shook off her hold, then released her other wrist, dropping down onto his elbows atop her. Their noses were inches apart, and when she exhaled a shaky breath he inhaled, taking a part of her into him.
She was already in him. A part of him. Had been for half his life.
Nathan shifted his hips, his cock sliding against, and then into, her.
He sank deep, their breaths mingling on twin sighs of renewed pleasure.
“Look at me, Tara.”
She obeyed instantly, holding his gaze as he rocked slowly into her pussy. He wasn’t hard enough to fuck her the way he had, but that didn’t matter because this wasn’t about pounding himself into her. It was about existing in this moment, sinking fearlessly into the intense intimacy of his cock inside her, their gazes locked.
When Tara raised her head, he bent, accepting her invitation and pressing his lips to hers. He followed her down as she laid her head back, keeping their lips fused. He sucked her tongue, then thrust his into her mouth in time with his cock sliding softly into her.
Tara’s back arched, her mouth pulling from his as she tipped her head back. He kissed the elegant long line of her throat, felt the vibration of her moan under his lips.
“Nathan, please. Make me come again.”
He started to shift to the side, trying to make space for his hand to slide down between them, but she stopped him with a shake of her head that bumped her chin against his temple.
“No, wait. Can you try with words?”
Nathan rubbed his cheek against hers, chest against her breasts though most of his weight was on his elbows, and lips pressed to her ear.
“You want to hear all the depraved things I want to do to you? You want to know all the ways I’m going to use you as a cock warmer?”
Tara moaned, tipping her pelvis. He slid in deeper and felt the plump flesh of her mound—and hopefully her clit—rubbing against the skin just above his cock.
“Cock warmer?” she breathed.
“Don’t you think my cock deserves to be nice and warm? And what a better place to keep it warm than in one of your holes.” She moaned at the crude language. “I could make you sleep with your head on my thigh, my cock in your mouth.”
Tara moaned, her pussy clenching around him.
“And when I’m working late, I’d put you on your knees under my desk. Pull your shirt up, and your bra down. Put clamps on your nipples and hook the chain to the arm of my chair so you couldn’t get away. You’d hold my cock in your pretty mouth as I worked. Not sucking, not licking, just keeping me warm.”
“You don’t work at your desk,” she breathed, a slight catch in her voice as he worked his hips, trying to rub her clit at the apex of each small thrust.
He kissed her earlobe. “That’s right, a lot of the time I don’t. So what would I do with you while I worked on the whiteboard? Leave you under my desk, legs spread, nipples clamped. But your mouth… Maybe I’d put a ring-gag in, keep you open and ready for me to slip my cock into any time I wanted. Or maybe I’d use a cock gag, so you’d remember what that pretty mouth was for.”
He realized too late that they’d blurred the lines—this fantasy’s setting his real life, his real office. He should pull back. Describe some BDSM scene that could only take place here in the club.
But the thing that cracked inside him not long ago took control.
He lowered his voice, half hoping she wouldn’t hear what he said next.
“But shit, you’re so beautiful and smart it would be a waste. I’d have you standing beside me, putting that incredible brain to work. Under your clothes though, you’d have a plug in that pretty ass, and clamps on your pussy lips.”
Nathan thrust harder, his cock hardening though he knew he couldn’t come again. But she could.
She would.
Tara reached up, tangling her fingers in his hair.
She pulled his face down to hers. The urge to take back full control—to pin her wrists and bend her will to his—rolled down his neck, tensing the muscles of his shoulders, but dissipating under the soft pleasure of the kiss.
Tara’s exhale washed over his lips, the sharing of breath unexpectedly intimate.
“Nathan.”
He met her gaze, held it as he pumped his hips, cock moving in small thrusts, most of his length remaining buried in her.
Her eyes were half closed, her pretty brown eyes veiled by long dark lashes. There were flecks of gold in the brown and a darker ring around the outside of the iris.
“Tara.” He dropped his head to hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Her arms wrapped around him, one crossing the small of his back, her fingernails digging into his ass muscle as she arched against him.
“Close,” she panted.
Nathan grabbed her hip, holding her steady as he ground against her, mashing his pelvis against her pussy and rotating his hips.
Tara’s nails scratched paths in his flesh as her orgasm forced her into a deeper bow, the crown of her head pressed to the bed, her throat an elegant line under his lips and teeth.
He felt her pussy clamping his cock, felt the fine muscle tremors in her legs and belly.
“Tara, my Tara. So pretty when you come for me. Keep coming, baby. I want to feel you shaking.”
The words tumbled out raw and true if foolish.
When she collapsed flat to the mattress under him, throat working as she swallowed, eyes closed, Nathan leaned down and kissed her.
Only as his lips tasted hers did he let himself wonder if, at this point, was this even a BDSM scene anymore?
Minutes—he wasn’t sure if it was five or fifteen—When Tara shivered, Nathan pushed himself up. His back twinged a little, thanks to the odd position he’d been in—bent over the bed, upper body weight on his elbows, toes braced on the floor.
Pushing a hand against his lower back, he straightened. His cock, which had finally gone soft, stayed nestled in the warm, wet valley of her pussy until he pulled away. He gripped her knees as he stepped back, knowing she’d slide off the bed if he didn’t.
Pressing her thighs together, he turned her onto her side, knees up by her chest, then smacked her ass gently.
“Up on the middle of the bed, head on a pillow.”
She opened one eye. “The scene is done?”
“Yes. Aftercare time.”
She crawled up the bed, but when she reached for the edge of the covers, he leaned over and swatted her ass again.
She glared over her shoulder. “I thought this was aftercare.”
“It is. That was a vanilla spank.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“Sure it is. Now stay on top of the covers until I get you cleaned up.”
Tara ducked her head, but slowly lowered herself to lay face down on the bed.
Nathan darted into the attached bathroom, taking care of cleaning himself up before finding the softest washcloths in the cabinet and wetting a few of them.
Returning to the bedroom, he paused for a moment to take in the sight of her—soft relaxed curves and dark hair waiting for him.
One knee on the bed, Nathan smoothed a hand down her back to her ass. “Does anything hurt now that the adrenaline and arousal has faded.”
“Hurt, no. Ache, yes.” Her voice was slightly muffled.
He spread her ass cheeks. Tara stiffened, glutes tightening.
“Tara,” he chided, and she relaxed.
Using one washcloth, he gently cleaned her from the top of the crease between her cheeks down to her anus. He teased her a little. Pressing the washcloth-covered tip of his finger against her anus in a soft thrusting motion until she moaned.
Tossing the cloth aside, he took a dry one, this time moving efficiently to dry the flesh he’d just cleaned before tossing that washcloth onto the newly created laundry pile.
“Roll over.”
She rolled onto her back, looking up at him through her lashes. When he petted her thigh, she pressed her feet together and drew them up to her ass, letting her knees fall open.
Nathan bent to his task, carefully cleaning her pretty sex from gently strokes along the outside of her pussy lips where they met the crease of her thigh to spreading her open to pat, rather than wipe, her clit.
Even that made her suck in air in a way that told him she was nicely sensitive. It took everything he had not to lean down and suck her clit.
Finally he went to her breasts, draping cool, damp cloths over each for a moment while he finishing drying her pussy.
Not that it stayed dry for long. The sight of the creamy white fluid—his come—at her entrance made his libido roar, while his well-satisfied cock could only twitch.
Lifting the clothes from her breasts, he gently dried her, then leaned down to inspect her nipples, checking for any broken blood vessels or bruises.
Gently, he cupped one tit, rubbing her nipple with his thumb.
Tara caught her breath and held it, lashes fluttering.
“Hurt or sensitive.”
“Sensitive to the point of hurting.”
He immediately moved his thumb, then placed a gentle kiss on her breast. Sliding off the bed, he folded back the covers on his side, then patted the mattress. Tara rolled into the spot he’d just vacated and wiggled her toes under the covers, sighing happily.
Nathan pulled the cover up over her, then dug under the bed for the bag he’d stashed there, pulling out a pair of black boxer briefs.
“You get underwear?”
“Yep.” Nathan circled the bed and slid in beside her.
“And I…” Tara rolled onto her side to face him, arm tucked under the pillow.
“Don’t.” He rested his hand on her bare thigh, thumb moving in lazy strokes.
“If I wasn’t exhausted…” she breathed, sliding closer to him.
Nathan rolled onto his back, then hauled Tara against his side. It took them a minute to get comfortable, but they finally settled, her head on the corner of a pillow which in turn rested on his shoulder. One breast was pressed against his ribs, the other soft, delectable mound resting on him. He gripped her thigh, pulling her knee up across his hips to stop himself from grabbing that pretty tit.
They lay like that for several contented minutes. Nathan was fully relaxed—satiated and satisfied, both his libido and dominant needs quiet and content.
“Tara?”
“Yes, Nathan?”
“Why aren’t you in a relationship?”