7. Atticus
SEVEN
ATTICUS
She’s fucking adorable like this, all flustered and at my mercy, but as much as I want to tease more orgasms from her, we really do have to get cleaned up and make dinner.
Now that I have her here for the next few days, I can take my time showing her who I am and what I like. And in turn I’ll learn who she is and how I can please her. Despite the general consensus, sexually dominant people aren’t usually greedy for their own pleasure above their partners’.
I’m a pleasure Dom. I get turned on by seeing my partner receive pleasure. Watching her come is almost as good as coming myself, and while I love fucking a woman until she’s a satisfied pile of goo, I’m as content to watch her scream herself hoarse.
I enjoy having the power to give her more than she likely would have taken for herself. I enjoy pushing her to her limits and watching her tumble past them. And maybe one day I’ll enjoy forcing her to accept more pleasure than she’s prepared for, all because I decide to give it to her.
Even without looking, I know her clit is engorged and swollen from the lemon toy I used on her, and if I continue to hold it on her nipples for any length of time, they’ll swell and elongate too.
But unfortunately, right now, I don’t have the time to worship her as thoroughly as I want to.
Reluctantly, I turn off the toy and gently move it away from her nipple, fighting back my smile when she pouts adorably at me like an angry kitten.
“We need to get ready. My sister will be here soon, and I haven’t even started dinner,” I admit softly.
“But…” she starts, her gaze dropping to the bulge beneath my sweats that I’m not bothering to try to hide.
“If you can stay awake long enough after Tori leaves, we can play again later,” I suggest, leaning down and sucking her nipple between my lips.
Releasing her breast with a pop, I enjoy the sound of her frustrated groan as I sit up and hold out my hands to her. When she places her fingers on mine, I tug her off the end of the bed, then lead her into the bathroom, using the digital control on the wall to start the shower.
Steam quickly fills the room, and I strip my clothes off and drop them into the hamper.
Tugging Lemon beneath the shower with me, I watch as her blonde hair darkens as the water coats her skin.
This is the first time I’ve ever showered with another person.
In the past, I’ve always thought that sharing a shower would be crowded and uncomfortable, but despite my shower being significantly larger than a standard size one, I’m enjoying having her slippery body only inches away from mine.
The enormous rainfall showerhead is big enough that we’re both beneath the water, but instead of actually getting clean, I can’t drag my eyes away from her and how fucking perfect her lush, curvy body is.
Fully dressed, she’s gorgeous, but naked, she’s fucking perfection, and it takes all of my self-control not to pin her to the wall and fuck her until she’s screaming around my cock.
Maybe later after my sister leaves, I’ll bring her back in here and have her press her full round tits against the glass while I make her tease her clit with the removable showerhead my designer convinced me to have installed.
Ignoring my hard cock, I reach for the soap and offer it to her, watching as she covers herself in soapy bubbles.
Swapping the soap for a bottle of shampoo, I stare enthralled while she closes her eyes and tips her head back, massaging her fingers into her scalp as the water washes the shampoo from her hair.
With her arms above her head and her neck arched, my gaze lands on the collar I fastened around her throat earlier. I hadn’t planned to do it, but the moment I had her naked and kneeling at my feet, I couldn’t not.
The instant I fastened the clasp, an intense sense of ownership settled into my chest, like now that I’ve visibly claimed her as mine, I can settle and simply enjoy her.
Collaring a woman I barely know, who didn’t understand the significance of what I’ve done, wasn’t ever my intention, but everything about her feels so mine that I simply couldn’t resist. And now with an everlasting circlet of gold around her throat, it feels even more right.
Lemon is mine. My woman. My princess. My submissive. Mine.
I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from her long enough to wash myself, but I half-heartedly cover myself with soap, scrubbing shampoo and then conditioner into my short hair while I focus all of my attention on her.
Once she’s rinsed the last of the conditioner from her wet strands, she bites her lip as she looks from my face to my hard cock.
“Can I take care of that for you…” she swallows thickly. “Sir.”
I don’t think she’s ever been with a man who likes to be called Sir before, but it’s clear that it has an effect on her.
“What do you want to do, Princess?” I tease.
“I want to suck your cock,” she says sexily.
“Ask then,” I taunt, knowing that we’ll both enjoy it more if I make her beg for it.
“Can I suck your cock, Sir?”
Holding out my hand to her, I wait for her to place hers in mine before I speak. “Anything for you, Princess.”
Supporting her while she sinks to her knees, I watch as she curls her fingers around my dick, keeping her eyes locked with mine as she parts her lips, leans forward, and engulfs my cock with her mouth.
Hot, wet bliss surrounds me as my princess swallows my dick whole, taking me to the back of her throat and then humming.
I’ve had several other mouths around my cock.
I’ve felt the back of a throat or two. But nothing has ever felt as good as this does.
My knees threaten to buckle, and I slap my hand against the tile as she sucks my dick like someone’s offered her a million dollars to make me come as fast as possible.
And hell, if I had a million dollars, I’d probably give it to her, because in less than a minute my balls are bluer than a frostbitten Smurf and my dick is twitching with the need to explode.
“Jesus, Princess, you’re too good at that. But I’m not ready to come yet, so you need to ease up,” I rasp, tangling my fingers in her wet hair and dragging her almost all the way off my cock.
Blinking innocently, she looks up at me, her lips still spread wide around my dick.
“Easy,” I say softly.
At the hint of a nod, I run my hand over her hair and cup her cheek. “Let me see,” I order.
Parting her lips, she shows me the sight of my cock wet with her saliva sitting on her tongue, and I thank fuck that I found her before anyone else did. “Make me come, Princess.”
Smiling around my dick, she closes her lips around my girth and sucks the cum straight out of my balls. I probably should be embarrassed at the speed I fill her mouth with my release, but honestly, it’s the best blowjob I’ve ever received, and I have a lifetime with her to test my endurance.
Once my balls are empty and she’s swallowed my cum like it’s her favorite treat, I pick her up and kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue as I haul her into my arms, and urge her to wrap her arms and legs around me.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re perfect.”
“Because I like giving blowjobs?” she asks breathily.
Chuckling, I smile. “That’s only one of the reasons, but I’m happy for you to suck my dick as often as you like. All you have to do is ask.”
Instead of being offended and fighting not to show it like so many women I’ve known in the past, Lemon grins. She fucking grins, her lips spread so wide her eyes wrinkle at the sides.
“We need to get dressed.” I sigh, stepping out of the shower with her still clinging to me.
Turning off the water, I enclose her in a towel, grabbing another for myself as I carry her into the closet.
When I designed this room, I only considered my needs.
The amount of storage is probably excessive for one person, but I have a lot of clothes, and from what I saw, so does Lemon.
Trying to fit all of our things into the space I currently have isn’t going to work, so as I set her down on her feet, I walk to the end of the room, contemplating how to make this big enough for both of us.
“Are you okay?” she asks, wrapping a towel around herself and hiding her sexy body from my view.
“I’m just wondering how we can extend the closet,” I say vaguely. I haven’t told Lemon that she’ll be moving in with me yet because I don’t think she’s ready for me to explain just how committed I already am to her and our future.
Informing her that she’ll be living with me once her lease has ended might result in her freaking out, so instead, I’m planning on just blending her life with mine bit by bit in a way that she won’t panic about until she’s so intrinsically mine that she won’t want to be anywhere but where I am.
“This is already the biggest closet I’ve ever seen. Why would you need more space?” she questions.
Not answering, I turn and smile, feeling her gaze run over my face, then down my chest, before settling on my cock that’s already starting to harden again.
“You have tattoos on your dick?” she gasps, like she only just noticed.
I nod.
“Did it hurt getting it done?” she questions curiously.
“Staying hard for five hours was more painful,” I admit, palming my dick like I’m putting it on display for her.
“Wow,” she whispers, shuffling closer, her fingers twitching with the desire to touch.
“You can touch, Princess. It belongs to you now,” I rasp, not expecting to hear the emotion in my own voice.
“It does?” she questions, sounding surprised as she tentatively runs her fingertips over the patterned skin.
“Fuck yes, it does.”
“Does that mean I get to put a collar on you too?” she says with a giggle.
“I’ll have a cock ring made that matches your collar, then we can see how many times I can fuck you to orgasm before you pass out,” I purr, parting her towel and rubbing the head of my dick over her swollen clit.
“Oh god,” she whines, instantly correcting herself. “Sir. Oh, Sir.”