Chapter Eighteen #2
“I know you do.” I ran my hand through my hair; something to do rather than get her naked myself. I wanted to watch. I wanted to take my time. It had been a while, thanks to that bullet. “Come on, lose those clothes.”
She turned around and flicked her glistening hair over her shoulders then slowly removed her t-shirt. Her back was long and elegant, and the skin utterly perfect and blemish-free.
I rubbed my fingertips over my palms, itching to feel her warm flesh.
And then the t-shirt hit me in the face. “Hey.” I snatched it away.
“Oops, sorry, Daddy.”
“And the shorts.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very.” I shoved at my sweats, glad that I’d gone commando after our bath.
“Okay.”
She took her damn time undoing the buttons on her small blue shorts, though when she wriggled them down her legs, bending slightly, I was rewarded with a peek of her pussy.
And her ass. Damn it, I wanted her ass. Wanted it in a bad way—a depraved, obsessive, greedy way that couldn’t be ignored.
Like me, she’d also gone without underwear, and when she turned around, I blew out a breath. The woman was a goddess. All gentle curves, smooth skin, round breasts with pink nipples, and a fluff of pubic hair that made me want to bury my face in it and just stay there…forever.
“So,” she said, putting her hand on her waist and jutting out her hip. “Do I get to wear my locket now?”
I stood, reached for it, and then walked behind her. My cock was at full hardness and tapped against my abdomen.
I fastened the locket and then rubbed my fingers over it. “Feel okay?”
“I love it, thank you.”
She went to turn, but I set my hands on her shoulders and kept her facing away from me. “I’m going to fuck you, baby, fuck you really good. You reckon you can handle that?”
She stretched behind herself to clasp my right buttock and hauled me closer so my cock lodged in the cleft of her ass. “Yes, I can handle whatever you want to give me.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” I palmed her breasts, massaged them, and then tugged at her nipples.
She sighed and leaned back into me.
Damn, just that was enough to make me come. So fucking hot. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. I had a lot to make happen before I found relief and I was determined to follow through with my plan.
“Tell me a fantasy,” I whispered.
“You.” She giggled.
“I need more than that.”
Silence.
“Come on, baby, don’t be shy, tell me.”
“But what if I…?”
“Tell me.” I cupped one hand around her neck, not tight, but not loose either, and spoke into her ear.
Her breath hitched, a fast suck in of air. “Okay.” Her throat moved against my palm. “I’d like…I want…you to…”
“What?” I demanded, squeezing her throat, just a fraction. Letting her know I was in charge. I was in control of everything. “What do you want me to do?”
She trembled. “It’s…silly.”
“Nothing is silly, nothing is wrong, not while we’re naked and together. Anything goes.” I let my free hand trail to between her legs and tugged her pubic hair.
She gasped, and then, “When I saw you at the police station that time, and…”
“Go on.”
“And you had those handcuffs, silver, solid, on your belt.”
“Mmm.” I nibbled on her delicate earlobe and stroked down her neck to her sternum.
She whimpered. “And I thought, I had a dream.”
“A dream?”
“Yes…”
“Tell me more.” Now I was really intrigued.
“I dreamed.” She was breathing fast. “That you came to my house, told me I was under arrest.” She laughed. “It’s too embarrassing to tell you.”
“You’d better, otherwise my palm will be meeting your ass.” I slid my hand to her buttock and squeezed. “Do you want to go over Daddy’s knee again?”
She stiffened. “Okay…” There was a shake in her voice. “I dreamed that you told me I was under arrest and then you handcuffed me to the bed and I was at your mercy. You did things to me, lots of things…”
Fuck. I was glad I’d asked the question. “Dirty things?”
“Yes, filthy.”
I slipped my fingers to her clit. “Things like this?”
“And more, much more.”
“I’m liking the sound of this dream.” So was my cock. “What else did I do? Tell me.”
“You fucked me, shoved your cock in my mouth, licked me all over, teased me with my vibe, had me begging for it until eventually you made me come…”
“Did you orgasm in your sleep? Did you actually come during this dream?”
Silence.
“Tell me, baby. I want to know.”
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy. “I woke up in the middle of an orgasm. My hands were over my head, gripping the bed as though I were attached to it, as though you had attached me to it. My pussy was wet and gripping, spasms clenching it, around nothing, but fuck…it was hot.”
“It’s hot now, hearing you tell me about it.” My skin heated at the thought of having her spread out before me, tied down, helpless, turned on, begging for it. Begging me for it.
“I hardly even knew you.” She rested her head on me. “Back then.”
“But you know me now and you know damn well that dream is going to become reality.”
“Now?”
The eagerness in her voice made me chuckle. “No, not now, I don’t have any cuffs here, but it will, that I can promise you.” I kissed her cheek. “Right now you’re going to get down on your hands and knees for me, like an obedient dog, and show me your sexy butt so I can play with it.”
She hesitated briefly but then slid down my body and onto the rug.
I took my cock in my hand and rubbed its length. The sight of her submitting to me was ramping my lust up yet another notch. So damn pretty and submissive and all fucking mine.
Damn it, I needed something. Quickly, I went into the bedroom and grabbed some lube.
I then kneeled behind her, touched my wound briefly, and hoped my abdominal muscles were up for some pump and grind. I palmed her warm, pale buttocks and pushed them outward and then together. Not tenderly but not overly forceful. I just wanted to hold them, feel them, be as close as possible.
She moaned softly and hung her head, her hair falling forward.
“Good girl, you don’t need to do anything except feel. Just relax. Just be mine.”
She didn’t reply, and I indulged myself and roamed my hands over her body, dipping into every curve and exploring the shape of her. She was utterly perfect.
I was a lucky guy.
Eventually, I slowly caressed her pussy lips and teased her entrance.
She let out impatient mewling sounds that brought a smile to my face. The more turned on she was, the quicker she’d come…and then I could move on to how I wanted to come tonight.
“Your tight pussy is wet for me,” I said and drove one finger into her.
She groaned and arched her back.
“You want more?” I asked.
“Yes.” She was panting for it now. “More.”
“You can have more.” I gave her another finger and slipped high up into her gripping wetness.
She stuttered out a whimper and dropped to her elbows, offering me an even better view and easier access.
The sight of her taut little anus, creased, vulnerable, there for me, had my cock straining and a surge of desire rushing up its length. “Oh Jesus. Heaven help me,” I muttered.
I looked at the lube on the table next to me. Soon, soon…not yet.
“You want my cock?” I asked.
“Yes…yes…”
“So say you’re mine. If you want it, say you’re mine.”
“I…I’m yours.”
I pumped in and out of her, my other hand on the small of her back, holding her in place. “Say my name. Say who you belong to.”
“Yours, Mitch Cooper, I’m yours, all yours. No one else’s. Just yours.”
A deep growl, animalistic, caught in my throat, and I withdrew my fingers. I angled my cock at her sopping entrance, clasped her hips, and then thrust in.
It was a good job I’d had hold of her; my strength, post surgery, surprised me. I bottomed out, my balls shoved up against her pussy lips and my length disappearing.
“Ah fuck.” I tipped my head to the ceiling and savored the blissful sensation of her hugging, drenched pussy around my dick. “I’m in heaven when I’m inside you.”