Chapter Forty
Ipushed the bedroom door closed, and watched as my woman started dragging her clothes off.
“If this is our last night, do I get your asshole at last?”
She froze, halfway through pushing her trousers down, a frown creasing her brow. Fuck me, she was as adorable flummoxed as she was angry.
“What?”
I lifted off my shirt, which had felt weird as fuck without my cut over it, by the way, but I’d been travelling incognito.
“Well, you know… if we’re going to die, shouldn’t you at least give up your tight little ass for me? I could fuck it so good, you’d die happy?”
My little pain made spluttering noises for a moment, then finished taking off her trousers, to throw them at me.
“You’re such a dick!”
I grinned, letting the trousers hit me and fall to the floor, dropping my own clothes on top of them.
“I also have a dick. A great one. You know, you’ve felt it. Your ass is the only hole you haven’t given up to me. Don’t you owe me that? I’m dying for you, after all. That’s gotta win me some points.”
Her fists clenched, and I literally watched as every version of fury and frustration crossed her face, waiting for them to reach her mouth and explode at me, but instead she suddenly grinned, tilting her head.
“If we had a strap-on here, would you give up yours?”
The fuck? My eyes widened at her, and I watched her entire posture fucking change right in front of me. It’s like her spine got reinforced with steel, and suddenly the way she was glowering at me, I kinda felt like maybe I would fucking give it up. Give her everything.
“You saying you wanna be the boss of me, baby? You wanna walk on me with stilettos, and spank me?” I stepped closer to her, watching her for any softening of her strengthened pose, but there was none.
“You gonna tie me up and fuck me up the ass with a plastic dick? Gonna call me your ‘good boy’?”
That shouldn’t have sounded appealing as I said it. I wasn’t that guy. I wasn’t the type to give it up to a woman, was I? As I towered over my little woman, she glared right up at me, and fuck, it was starting to kill a little of my confidence.
“B… baby?”
Her arms crossed over her chest, and I swear my poor cock got even harder. If she ordered me to do anything right now, I knew I would. If she fucking told me to get on my knees, I’d do it.
“Grease?”
I released a ragged breath, nodding down at her, and watching as a wicked grin appeared on her face.
“You look horny, Grease… don’t you want to taste me?” Fuck it, it turned out I was getting on my knees for her, no matter if she demanded or not.
Her eyes widened with surprise, as I dropped down in front of her, and reached for her.
“Uh… did I say you could touch me yet?”
I froze. “Fuck, no. I’m sorry. Can I touch you? Please, baby, let me lick you. Please. I’ll tongue you so fucking good.”
She ran her tongue over her lips, watching me as I practically begged for her pussy. Finally she reached out, sliding her fingers into my hair, stroking at first, then fisting and tugging lightly.
“You want to eat me, Grease? You want my sweet pussy all over your face?” Jesus fuck, I was gonna come just from the way she was talking to me.
“Please,” I hissed, feeling like the tables had turned, and I had no idea if I wanted them to go back. This was the only moment we’d have, so why not explore fucking everything we could have been?
Pressure lifted from my shoulders, for the first time in fucking forever, and I felt a calm settling over me. There was freedom in knowing it was the last thing we’d do together. That the end was coming, and we couldn’t do a thing about it.
“Please… Mistress,” I whispered, blinking at myself for that fucking word even slipping out.
Jamie, aka my fucking Mistress apparently, suddenly grinned widely, her fingers tightening further, an added bite of pain that I really fucking enjoyed.
“You beg so prettily, Grease.” She suddenly giggled, shaking her head. “This is weird, right?”
She didn’t seem any less in charge right now, but I found myself smiling back at her.
“I kinda like it. You want control for this last night together, I’ll fucking give you anything you want.”
Her fingers tightened savagely on my hair, and she forced my head up, so she could glare into my eyes, even while I was wondering when the hell I’d stopped gazing at her. Gazing at my fucking woman. In another life, my old lady, maybe.
“If you mention that one more time tonight, you can sleep on the floor after getting yourself off.”
Jamie
It was the weirdest thing. Nothing I’d experienced or wanted before, but suddenly this big, deadly, strong man, was kneeling at my feet, and looking to me for direction, for approval.
For the first time in my life, I felt like I was the one in charge.
The one making the decisions, and maybe I needed that right now.
To feel like anything was still in my control.
To feel like I could have any say over the rest of my life.
If the rest of my life was this one night, then maybe that would be enough.
And Grease? He was practically begging me with his eyes, like he wanted me to take the stress out of this night for him. Like he wanted me to put him to work, rather than expecting him to fix everything. Didn’t he deserve to just feel for a while?
“Call me Mistress again,” I hissed at him, wanting to feel that emotion again, the way I felt when he used that name for me, and I felt like he gave me a little of my power back.
Grease swallowed hard, his eyes still fixed on mine.
“Please, Mistress. Let me give you what you want.”
“And what do I want?”
His eyes closed for a moment, and then his shoulders seemed to relax a little, as his gaze met mine again.
“Anything you want. You tell me, and I’ll give it to you. Order me to do things, and I’ll be your good boy, just… just for this uh… this night.” He was putting a time limit on it, but then didn’t we have the biggest one hanging over us? Didn’t we have just the biggest ticking clock right now?
“M-Mistress?” He whispered, and his soft demeanour, the way he was basically on his knees for me, pushed those bad thoughts away.
That gave me the strength to take what he was offering.
To take charge of him, at least for now, to give both of us what we needed.
For me to feel in control for probably the first time in my life, and for him to just do what he’s told, without worries or pressure bogging him down.
Without consequences to deal with. Just us. Just now. Tonight.
“My pussy won’t eat itself, Grease. Get to it,” I murmured, tugging at his hair, his sudden beatific smile sending warmth surging through me.
Giving him what he needed felt pretty fucking amazing.
Especially since it was about to be what I needed too.
Truthfully, any moment spent with him was something I’d treasure, but he was amazing with his mouth.
His hands rested on my thighs as I stepped my legs apart, and pressed his face between them, breathing in deep.
“Hands behind your back,” I murmured, just to see if he’d do it, feeling empowered and gratified when he did. How miraculous that a man like him could just give himself over like this, taking orders from a little woman like me.
“Lick deeper, Grease. Fuck me with your tongue.” His low groan sent a shiver through me, which rapidly became a shudder as his tongue plunged deep, and my legs trembled under the onslaught of pleasure he threatened me with.
He was getting me there so fast, almost too fast, so I tugged sharply on his hair, fighting the tingles starting to ripple outward from that fast-moving tongue.
“Grease.”
He stared up at me, his eyes wide, pupils dilated, his tongue swiping over his lips.
“Call me Mistress again.”
His lips stretched into a smile, and he cleared his throat.
“Yes, Mistress. Can I finish tongue-fucking you now?”
God yes. I nodded, dragging his face back to my pussy.
“Finish me, Grease. Just with your mouth. Make me come all over your face.” Another ragged groan followed my words, and I leaned to the side to see his cock, standing proud, practically purple with need.
He was so turned on by this, and even if this was something that never happened again, I felt like a goddess in this moment.
Grease lashed his tongue over my clit again, and that was all it took.
Pleasure rocketed through me, and my legs wobbled, as delicious licks of pleasure tormented every inch of me.
“Oh my GOD!”
He kept licking, even as I started tugging on his hair again, needing him to stop as I grew sensitive.
“Grease, stop!”
He stopped fighting me, and his head eased back, a smug grin on his face, as his skin glistened with my juices.
“Was it good for you, baby?” He murmured, dragging his hand across his face, then licking his palm, in a filthy display that sent another ripple of aftershocks through me.
“Baby?”
He laughed, lunging up from the floor to shove me back on the bed.
“Yeah, now I’m in charge, little pain, and the first thing I’m going to do is ram my aching cock so far inside you, that you’ll scream my name in that high pitched voice, that says I’m fucking your throat from the other end.”
I blinked stupidly at him, but he was laughing.
“Come on, babe, I’m hilarious.”
I opened my mouth to argue, and my words turned into a surprised yelp, as he did exactly what he’d threatened, and filled me like a brute.
“That wasn’t nearly high pitched enough. Hang on. Lemme do it again,” he grinned wickedly at me.
A fist thumped on the door, and he cursed.
“Fuck offfff!” he practically sang out, while I tried to grab the covers to hide us. What if they just walked in?
“Sorry, man, but Reacher’s on the phone. You need to hear this.”