Chapter 17
Seventeen
Kate knew Rory was barely awake, which made it a bit sneaky of her to lick her way down his stomach. He was just so… irresistible.
He shifted, and his muscles tightened under her mouth. His abs were like a stretched canvas, not soft and smooth like her belly. She was pretty toned, but his muscles were delicious ridges that didn’t have much give.
She pressed her face lower.
Strong fingers dug into her hair. She smiled and licked the head of his cock, then sucked it into her mouth. His grip on her hair strengthened, tugging.
He hardened in her mouth, but she released him.
“More?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why are you pulling me away?”
“Stop talking,” he growled.
“Okay, but you’re—”
“Lost your chance,” he said, pulling harder on her hair, drawing her up the bed.
“Ouch,” she said, exhaling a sound that was almost a sigh.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, making her moan. She slid a hand over his belly, but he caught it before her fist could close around him.
“Why not?” she pouted.
He rolled from the bed and came back with restraints. He cuffed her wrists behind her and shoved her on her side, then he rubbed his cock over her lips.
She opened obediently. He thrust deep enough to gag her. She whimpered, but he was relentless. She had to concentrate to keep from losing her breath as he fucked her.
She struggled against the restraints, but never really tried to escape his grip on the back of her head.
“Mmm,” he groaned. He pulled his cock from her mouth and fed her his balls.
She licked and sucked, happy when he started cursing from being so turned on.
A few moments later, he shoved his cock back in her mouth just as he started to come.
He gripped her head and shoulder, controlling her completely.
She swallowed happily. The only thing that could’ve been better would have been if he’d spanked her first.
When he finished, he stretched and looked down at her.
“Morning,” she whispered.
He smirked and sat on the bed, petting her head, then sliding a hand down and squeezing her ass. She squirmed, pleased when his grip tightened, making the spot ache.
“Ouch.”
He flicked the spot several times until she scooted away.
“Did I say you could move?” he demanded.
She shook her head, inching back to her original position on the bed. She twisted around, pushing her booty toward him.
“What’s on your mind, kitten?”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Do you want to do something to me?”
“I already did something to you. I shoved my cock halfway down your throat.”
She nodded and rested her head on the mattress.
“In a minute, I’m gonna make oatmeal, so I can watch you eat it from a bowl on the kitchen floor.”
“Oatmeal,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
“Don’t diss the oats.”
“Or what?” she asked.
“Or you’ll be in trouble.”
“Well, I don’t like oatmeal,” she said slowly. “And I don’t see why I should have to eat something I don’t like.”
“Hmm.”
“Maybe I want pancakes. Or waffles. With strawberries and syrup. You can make me waffles, can’t you?”
“Nah, but I can spank your ass if that’s what you’re angling for.”
Heat blazed in her face. “I wasn’t!”
“‘Course not. Good girl like you,” he said, dragging her body over his lap.
“Wait!”
The first heavy blow forced the breath from her lungs. It also sent heat spiraling from her butt to her pussy and up her belly to her breasts. She whimpered, but raised her backside.
He peppered blows onto her defenseless cheeks until she started clenching and trying to escape. Then he dipped his thumb in her pussy to wet it and slid it up to her asshole. He popped it inside, while shoving thick fingers into her gushing pussy. She moaned and buried her face in the mattress.
He pulled his thumb out only to push it back in slowly, teasing her ring. She groaned.
“A little pain first is a good thing, huh, baby? Then getting your pretty holes stuffed feels even better. Maybe I’ll stretch you out naked on a spanking bench in the club,” he said in a low voice.
“Show off what a gorgeous little whore you are for me.” His fingers and thumb worked in and out slowly, while she writhed and panted. “Think I should?”
“No,” she said.
He pulled his fingers out and slapped her ass. “No what? What do you call me?”
“Master Rory, please!”
He pushed his fingers back into her. She raised her hips and then pressed them down, trying to get him to penetrate her harder and deeper. When his hand moved roughly, she moaned.
“Please,” she begged.
He pushed his other hand under her so his palm was pressed against her clit.
“Mmm. Please, Sir.”
“Go on, kitten,” he said, cupping her pussy. “Ride my hand. Make yourself come.”
It was all the permission she needed. She rubbed against his hand, moving back and forth while his other hand doubly penetrated her. The dull ache in her heated buttocks added another delicious sensation.
It took almost no time for her to come, soft screams escaping her mouth unexpectedly, her arms aching from the struggle against her restraints.
So good, she thought as the last throbs of ecstasy eased.
“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured, melting onto the mattress.
“You’re welcome, kitten.”
“Maybe we can go back to sleep for awhile,” she mumbled, trying to raise her arms so he’d remember to uncuff them.
“Nah, it’s morning. I’m gonna have coffee while I watch you eat oatmeal.”
“Or we could sleep a little longer. Please?”
His laughter was a low rumble. “If you want to sleep in, don’t wake me up by sucking on my cock.” He raised her off his lap so he could stand.
“You want a shower before or after you have oatmeal?”
“I really don’t like oatmeal much, Rory.”
“So it’ll be good practice doing something just to please me.”
That thought did give her a little thrill.
“You like that idea?” he asked.
She nodded with a small smile. “Can I take a shower before and after?”
“Before and after?”
“Well, I really want to take a shower now. But if I’m crawling around on the floor, eating oatmeal without my hands, I’ll want another shower after. Can I?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”
“Can I take one of my showers with you? And maybe wash you?”
“You wanna wash me?” he asked with a smirk. “Gonna use your hair on my feet, Mary Magdalene?”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.” He uncuffed her wrists. “Come on, kitten.”
When he led her into the shower, she smiled. “Yay,” she whispered.
“Yay, huh?”
She nodded.
“Why?”
She shrugged, not ready to say all the things that were running through her mind. She wasn’t ready to admit out loud how much he already mattered to her.
Under the hot water, he pushed her against the wall and pinned her arms over her head, making her heart pound with anticipation.
“Yeah?” he murmured as she rubbed her soft, slick body against his harder one. “You hungry for more?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you hard against the tiles until it hurts,” he said, gripping her sore buttocks and making her cry out. “Yeah,” he growled, pushing his thick cock into her.
She felt almost too full, impaled and trapped. “Sir,” she gasped.
“I don’t care if you’re sore,” he husked, making her head swim with excitement. “You’re mine. To use however I want.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered, her clit tingling and throbbing as he drove in and out.
She came long before he did.