5. Atticus
FIVE
ATTICUS
It takes me longer than it should to let my fingers drop from her neck, but as soon as I do, she slowly pivots until she’s facing away from me. This fucking sailor dress is the biggest tease, hinting at her sexy curves, but not showing me anything but a sliver of cleavage.
Finding the end of the zipper, I slowly tug it down, revealing more and more of her peachy skin.
When it’s fully unfastened, it takes me a second to figure out the logistics of getting her out of her dress, but once I understand, I unhook the buttons at the nape of her neck and let the whole dress slide to a heap at her feet on the floor.
“Step out of your shoes and dress,” I tell her, watching as she accepts my orders without thought. It’s clear she’s never been in a sexually submissive role before, but she’s a natural, allowing me to take the lead without pushing back.
I’m not looking for a slave. I’ve never been interested in Yes, Master puppets. But I don’t want a brat who is constantly pushing against my rules to get a physical reaction either, although I do occasionally enjoy a little spanking.
I want a woman who wants to obey my commands and enjoy the freedom that ceding control to me will give her.
I want a perfect little princess who will kneel at my feet and look up at me with innocence and love in her sexy blue eyes.
I want someone I can spend the rest of my life adoring and worshipping. I want Lemon.
“Turn around, Princess,” I tell her, waiting with bated breath as she slowly spins to face me.
Fully dressed, she’s stunning, but in nothing but a white strapless bra and panties, she’s my own personal paradise. Full tits, thick thighs, hips, and an ass meant to be grabbed and squeezed—she’s a curvy fucking goddess.
“Look at you, Princess,” I praise. “Absolute perfection.”
“No one’s perfect, and I’m far from it,” she argues.
“Don’t do that, Princess. Don’t dismiss it when I pay you a compliment. To me, you are fucking perfect, Lemon. Do you understand?” I growl angrily.
“Sorry,” she whispers, her gaze dropping away from my face.
“Do you understand?” I ask again.
“I understand,” she says meekly, pink highlighting her cheeks.
“I understand…Sir,” I tell her.
Her gaze snaps to mine again. Swallowing, she eyes me like she’s waiting for me to laugh or tell her I’m joking, but I’m not. I don’t expect her to call me Sir all the time, but when we’re like this. I want it. I need it.
“I understand…Sir,” she says, her eyes wide, darting around the room like she’s expecting someone to jump out and shout, “Gotcha.”
“Thank you, Princess,” I praise. “I want to see all of you.”
“All of me?” she questions breathily.
“Step closer.”
She shuffles forward until her toes are almost touching my sneakers. Reaching around her, I unfasten her bra, then push her panties down, deliberately not looking at her fully until she’s stepped out of her underwear and I have them clenched tightly in my fist.
“Step back.”
Closing her eyes briefly, she takes a step back, then snaps them open and looks at me, daring me to criticize her. But you can’t find fault with perfection, and completely naked I’m in awe of how beautiful she is.
Without the bra, her breasts are full and heavy, her nipples large and a rosy shade of pink.
Her pussy is bare except for a thin strip of blonde hair that coats the edges of her lips.
Even without getting any closer, I can smell her arousal, and my already hard dick starts to weep into my pants.
I can’t fucking wait to get inside of her, but this isn’t about me, not yet. First, it’s all about her.
Inhaling sharply, I smile. “Kneel for me, Princess. Right here.” I point to a spot on the floor to the right of where she’s standing.
“Kneel?” she questions.
Nodding, I hold my hands out to her. When she places her palms in mine, I dip my head toward the floor and the thick faux fur rug I specifically requested for this exact reason.
Some Doms like to see their subs at their feet because it reconfirms the hierarchy in the relationship.
But for me, I just enjoy the anticipation.
Eyeing the floor, then me, she uses my hands for support as she clumsily sinks to her knees.
If we were in a club, or if I were a strict Dom, that’d be a reason to correct or punish her.
But honestly, I find her inexperience fucking adorable.
I don’t want someone who knows how to “act” like the perfect sub. I just want Lemon.
“Perfect,” I praise. Pinching her chin between my finger and thumb, I tip her head back far enough that I can lean forward and press my lips to hers. “Don’t move,” I tell her gruffly.
Pushing up to my feet, I collect her clothes from the floor.
Then I leave her in the bedroom and step into my closet, hanging her dress up so it doesn’t get too creased.
I drop her bra into my laundry hamper and fold her damp panties and place them into the empty display case next to the one that holds the necklace I plan to fasten around her neck.
Not rushing, I leave her kneeling a little longer than I need to, waiting to see what she’ll do and how long she’ll stay put. But when I step back into the bedroom, she’s still where I left her, her full, plump ass resting on her heels.
Her eyes follow me as I step in front of her. “I was promised worshipping,” she whispers, her voice breaking a little as she speaks.
“Yes, you were, Princess. We should get to that, shouldn’t we?”
“Yes,” she says quickly.
“Yes, what?” I prompt.
“Yes, please?” she asks, confused.
I shake my head.
Understanding lights up her eyes. “Yes, Sir. We should get to the worshipping.”
Grinning, I offer her my hands again and help her to her feet before I grab her hips and swing her into the air, throwing her down onto my bed.
Her giggle is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. “Oh my god.”
“Not god. Sir,” I remind her, parting her legs and staring at the beauty between her thighs.
“Yes, Sir,” she says.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen, Princess,” I praise, lifting my leg and planting a knee onto the mattress beside her. Pushing her thighs wider, I crawl between them, the scent of her need becoming heady the closer I get to her.
Squirming beneath me, Lemon plants her heels and lifts her pelvis up toward me, begging for me to touch her. But when and how I worship her isn’t her choice anymore. It’s mine. Lifting one of her legs into the air, I slap my palm against her ass cheek.
“Atticus,” she shrieks, her eyes wide and outraged.
“Sir,” I growl, spanking her again in the same spot.
“Ow, Sir, stop,” she moans.
“I decide how I worship you. Do you understand, Princess? Pushing that perfect little cunt into my face when I haven’t asked you to will just get your ass spanked again. Do you understand?”
When she doesn’t respond, I spank her again, layering a third handprint over the other two and making her flawless peach skin flame red.
“Ow. I get it. I get it.”
Arching an eyebrow, I capture her gaze with mine and wait.
“I get it…Sir.”
The moment the title slips from her lips, I can’t fight the smirk that curls at the edges of my mouth. “Thank you, Princess. Now settle and be patient.”
Whining dramatically, she lets her ass drop to the comforter. Not releasing her gaze, I let long moments pass where neither of us moves, until I’m confident that she’s gotten the message. Only then do I lower myself between her thighs and bury my face into her perfect cunt.
“Sir.” She makes the title sound like the longest word in the world, elongating the syllables while I laser in on her clit and suck it between my lips.
She tastes sweet and sexy, exactly the way she looks, and I lick and suck at her folds while she whimpers and moans beneath me.
“Sir,” she pants when I slowly slip one finger into her pussy, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue as she parts her legs a little wider, giving me more access and making my finger slip a little deeper.
My dick hardens until it actually hurts as I slip a second finger into her body, loving the way she clenches around my digits.
I feel it as her pleasure starts to heighten, and a forgotten sense of peace washes over me.
Her pants and moans echo through my ears as I pump my fingers in and out of her body, lasering in on her G-spot while I flick and torment her clit until her hips are winding and gyrating beneath me.
When she comes, it’s like a jolt to the heart. Her cunt clamps down on my fingers as the muscles in her thighs tense, and she holds her breath for a long second until all the tension releases in a burst of sound and movement.
“Oh god. Atticus. Sir. Oh god,” she squeals, her hips jerking as her orgasm splinters inside of her, wetness seeping from her body to coat my fingers.
“That’s it, Princess. You’re beautiful,” I praise as the orgasm washes over her until her body sags into the mattress.
Instead of stopping or replacing my fingers with my rock-hard dick, I dip my head lower and lick the arousal from my knuckles before I focus on her clit again, lapping at the slightly engorged bundle of nerves with the flat of my tongue.
“What are you doing?” she pants, sounding confused as I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her channel, making the most of her wetness when she clenches her internal muscles.
“Did you really think that worshipping you meant one orgasm?” I breathe against her cunt.
“Yes?” she says.
“Oh, Princess, you have so much to learn. But that’s okay. I enjoy teaching.” Sucking her clit into my mouth, I scrape my teeth over the nub, crooking my fingers inside of her as her ass arches off the bed and a sound of surprise slips from her lips.
“Oh god, oh god,” she chants, and I freeze, lifting my face from her core to glare at her.
“Sir, Sir…I mean Sir,” she quickly corrects.
Smirking, I chuckle against her wet folds, pushing my tongue into her body alongside my fingers, and making a mewl of pleasure slip from her lips.
More arousal seeps from her cunt as I slide my fingers in and out of her while I suck and nip at her clit, and the sound of her wetness and her soft cries seem to fill the air around us.
I forgot how much I love this. How consuming it is to be so focused on someone else’s pleasure that the rest of the world fades to darkness, and all that exists is her and me and us.
Her second orgasm detonates like an atomic bomb, her lush, full curves jerking beneath me as a guttural scream bursts from her, ricocheting off the walls and reverberating straight to my dick.
“Oh god. Sir, fuck, Sir,” she whines, her hands pushing at my head.
“Settle, Princess. I’m nowhere near done, and neither are you,” I taunt, pressing my finger onto her G-spot and making her cry out again while her wetness oozes onto my sheets beneath her.
I’ll have to change my bedding once we’re done, but I’ll be taking a picture of how much I made her drip before I do.
“No more,” she wheezes, but I ignore her, rubbing at her G-spot while I flick at her clit, wanting to sit up so I can see how swollen her nub is, but unwilling to even pause until she comes at least once more.
“Again, Princess. Show me how loud you can be for me,” I order, licking, sucking, and flicking her clit until she wails, her hips vibrating as she splinters for a third time.
The sound of her complete surrender as her body becomes mine is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
I recognized the instant possession I felt the moment I saw her, but right now, I truly know that she belongs to me.
She’s the reason I’ve carried that necklace with me for years.
She’s the reason I never committed to any of the women I met in the past. She’s the reason, because every moment led me to her and to now.
“Jesus, Princess, you were made just for me,” I praise, reluctantly dragging my fingers from inside of her so I can clamber off the bed. Stripping out of my clothes quickly, I fold them and place them onto the bench at the end of the bed before I let my gaze move back to my princess.
Her eyes are closed as her chest heaves up and down, her full tits swaying while tremors pulse through her body.
My dick is dripping with need, and even though I’m tempted to finger fuck her into a couple more orgasms, she’s already too close to passing out, and I need to be inside of her before I let her fall asleep.
Leaning over her, I palm her hips and squeeze. “Wake up, Princess. We’re not done yet.”
“We’re not?” she croaks.
“Not even close.” Holding her tight, I flip her onto her belly, then drag her so her legs are dangling over the side of my bed. Since I told the interior designer just how high I needed my bed to be, I’ve been dreaming of how a woman would look spread out like this.
Lemon looks better than I ever dreamed.
Dragging her legs wider apart, I fist my cock and guide it to her slick entrance, swallowing back my groan of bliss as I push the head inside of her. Hot, wet heat sucks at my cock as I thrust myself further into her body while she moans beneath me.
“Oh god. Oh Sir,” Lemon whimpers, as I pull back, then thrust forward, filling her completely and feeling her pussy clench and tighten around me.
“Fuck, yes, Princess. Squeeze my cock,” I growl. Holding her hips tightly, I start to fuck her, alternating between slow and deep and fast, shallow thrusts, learning the way she likes it from the sounds she makes and the way her body tries to grip me.
Not all women can come from penetration alone, but I feel it when Lemon’s body starts to react. Her cunt tightens and ripples around my cock as her moans turn into incoherent sounds and her fingers claw at my sheets as she comes so hard that I almost lose control.
Letting go of one of her hips, I spread her ass cheeks and press the pad of my thumb against her tight asshole, not pushing inside of her, but teasing her with the idea that I might.
She stiffens beneath me, and I release her other hip and slip my hand underneath her, finding her clit and working it in fast circles.
While she writhes and whimpers, I fuck her in fast thrusts, toying with her ass until she comes on a scream, and I follow her over the edge, filling her cunt with my cum and sealing her fate.
Lemon is mine, seen, claimed, conquered.