Chapter 16
Victoria
I’m still shaking as Blaze gathers me into his arms and carefully settles me across his lap. He holds me close, kissing the top of my head while saying the sweetest things.
What a good girl I am.
How sexy I am.
How hard he has fallen for me.
How he can’t wait to fill me with his come.
I’m feeling vulnerable and almost teary.
It’s impossible to deny this man anything.
His words are so fucking filthy and undeniably sexy.
In addition, he’s not kidding about any of what he says.
I’m certain he fully intends to control my fucking tits and their output after I give birth.
I also have no doubt he will easily train me to accept his type of dominance and turn my entire body over to his care.
I suspect it will seem totally normal in this house because it’s a lifestyle everyone is involved in. I get the feeling the other women are tight and openly discuss the ways their husbands dominate them.
I might be jealous of what they have, and I suspect eventually I will overcome my fear of pregnancy.
There’s no way to deny how aroused I get by the ideas he plants. I had no idea I had a submissive side. Apparently, I do.
I’m snuggled against him, naked from the waist up. He pulled my shirt and bra the rest of the way off before gathering me into his arms. I’m marginally aware that someone could walk into this room at any second, but not enough to care.
I’m falling hard for him. It’s happening so fast. It’s like he was made for me or vice versa. Both. He’s exactly the right level of bossy to make me melt.
Eventually, when I’m breathing normally again, he leans me back and cups my face, meeting my gaze.
“I want you to know that I listened to every word you said. I hear your concerns about getting pregnant. They are legitimate. I will never make light of your worries. I want you to always be able to talk to me about anything, and I’ll do my part to make sure you feel validated. ”
I swallow hard. How does he always say the perfect things?
He settles my head in the crook of his arm and lowers his other hand to my stomach. “The thought of seeing you grow round with my child makes me ache to make it so, but I won’t impregnate you against your will, baby.”
“You’ll use a condom?” I’m leery. Somehow, I don’t think that’s what he means.
He shakes his head, smirking. “Never. But I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
My brows raise. “You’ll wait to have sex with me?”
“Yes.”
I narrow my eyes. “So you mean you’ll spend every waking hour sweet-talking me until I cave and marry you, at which point you intend to fuck me bare until I’m pregnant.”
“Exactly.” He gives me a half-grin, so cocky and sure of himself.
I roll my eyes. “You’re so manipulative.”
He shrugs. “I’m just saying, we can discuss all your concerns as often as you want until you feel reassured that I mean it when I say that you will never be alone. Not while you hang over the toilet with morning sickness, while you push our children into the world, or while we raise them.”
I feel like I need some clarification. “Swear to me that you won’t demand I give birth in some altruistic natural way without medical care or modern drugs.
I’ll get up off your lap and run from this estate on my injured leg with my boobs hanging out right this second if you feel so barbaric that you enjoy watching me suffer. ”
His eyes widen. “I never want you to suffer. I swear. I will never interfere in your birth choices. I promise. I’ll fucking drive you to the hospital after the first contraction if it’s what you want.
You can get an epidural in the waiting room.
I’m not a caveman. I’ll never turn down modern medicine, Victoria.
I will always put your health, safety, and comfort before anything in the world. ”
I hold his gaze, trying to decide whether I believe him. “I think I need that in writing.”
He grins. “Happily. We can get it notarized if it makes you feel better. I doubt our lawyer, Thomas McAndrews, would even flinch if I asked him to type something up.” He lifts my hand, kisses my fingertips, and then draws my middle finger into his mouth to suck on it erotically.
“You scramble my brain.” I can’t take my eyes off the way he suckles my finger, licking up and down the digit, imitating what I suddenly want to do to his cock. Is that why he’s putting on this show?
I’ve never given a blowjob, of course. But now I’d kind of like to. I want to see what he’s like when he loses control. Will he moan? Or is he silent when he orgasms?
“Will you let me suck you like that?” I ask, trying to be brave.
“My finger?” he teases.
I roll my eyes. “Sure, if that gets you off.”
He chuckles, shaking both of us. “Baby, I’d love for you to slide onto the floor and kneel between my legs, but it’s not going to happen today because your leg needs to be elevated.”
“I think my leg can tolerate me being on my knees for a few minutes.”
He cups my face, his expression sobering to intense. His thumb strokes my cheek. He’s thinking.
Yes.
I decide to push my luck. “Are you afraid you might not be able to come that quickly in my mouth?”
His head drops back and he groans. “You naughty girl.”
I sit taller, not caring that my boobs are exposed. I trace a line down his neck and chest. “In your fantasy, with me on my knees naked, pregnant, and squirting milk all over the room, don’t I also suck you off?” I don’t even recognize my sultry voice.
After twisting slowly on his lap, I ease myself to the floor in front of him.
I’m careful not to bonk my leg, but honestly, it’s fine.
It’s tight and gets achy between doses of Tylenol, but it isn’t bothering me enough to keep me from boldly claiming my man in the same way he has taken me several times.
He growls and drops his head to stare at me intently as I push his legs open and slide my hands up his thighs.
“Victoria…” His voice is nothing like the one he used to seduce me with all that talk of milking me like a human cow. This is a different side of Blaze. I’m turning the tables. He’s so aroused that his eyes look glassy.
I cup his balls and erection with my hands, lowering my gaze to the bulge. Inside, I’m nervous and panicking a bit. I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t have a clue about giving a man pleasure. Everything I know about blowjobs I read in a book.
When I reach for the button, he doesn’t stop me. Nor does he say a word as I lower his zipper. Black boxer briefs still cover his cock, but the outline makes me swallow hard. I can’t imagine how that’s going to fit in my mouth, let alone my pussy.
I tip my head back. “Will you tell me how you like it?” I’m not afraid to ask.
Blaze’s nostrils flare as he lifts his hips and pulls his jeans and briefs down to his thighs.
My breath hitches when his erection pops free.
Jesus.
I’m in over my head here.
His hand comes to my cheek. “There’s no right or wrong, baby,” he says, his voice deep and wobbly. “Lick, suck, taste. Whatever you feel like. Even a graze of your teeth is fine as long as you don’t bite down.”
I rise higher onto my knees, bringing my chest closer to his shaft.
On instinct, I grab his waist and lean forward, pressing my nearly nonexistent cleavage against his cock.
It’s erotic. Mesmerized, I turn to one side to drag my nipple against his girth.
I do the same on the other side. My buds are so hard they ache.
Blaze grabs my thick bun and pulls my head back. “What a naughty girl, using me to play with your nipples.”
A giggle bubbles up inside me. He’s right. I hadn’t thought about it, but that’s what I’m doing. Apparently, he’s not going to allow it.
He presses against the top of my head, forcing me to lower. “Lean back, dirty girl. Don’t let your tits touch my legs or my cock.”
I shudder at the demand. Damn. How does he always manage to make me hornier?
Blaze scoots forward so I can reach his erection without my nipples brushing against anything. Conniving. “Is your leg uncomfortable in that position, baby?”
A shiver races down my spine at his tone. His dick is in my face, and his first concern is my stitches.
I tip my head back and lift a hand to his rough jawline. “It’s fine. I promise.”
“Spread your knees and lower your bottom,” he orders.
I obey him.
“Still okay? No pressure on your calf?”
My heart can’t take this. “I’m fine, Blaze.”
“I’m only letting you do this because I know I’m going to come in less than three minutes. I’m about to blow just from being this close to your face.”
I give a slight nod. I figured as much.
“You’re not ready to deepthroat my cock, baby. Don’t even try. Take a few inches. Explore. Lick. But when I warn you I’m going to come, I expect you to swallow.” He lifts a brow.
Cream runs from my pussy. My panties and shorts are soaked. My man can be both caring and demanding at the same time without missing a beat. “Okay.”
“Sometimes, I will come on your tits and feed it to you, but today, you will take me in your mouth and swallow every drop, understood?”
I nod again, my hands gripping his thighs to keep from swaying. My legs feel weak. He’s so filthy. I can’t believe he can make me horny from talking to me like that. I clearly didn’t know myself at all before I met Blaze.
That’s not a surprise, though. I was aware I didn’t know myself. I was just existing, floating through life, until I reached a bit of a detour. I was in limbo, running from my past and searching for my future.
But I’m obviously deeply submissive. I feel more whole after one day with Blaze than I’ve ever felt in my life. Maybe that’s why I’ve always been on the outskirts of life. I wasn’t in the right skin. I wasn’t living authentically.
He leans back, releasing me, and pulls his shirt over his head. After dropping it to the side, he tucks his hands behind his neck.
I’ve never met anyone sexier than Blaze. Never dreamed of being with someone who was such a man. He’s not a boy or a guy. He’s a man. Confident and strong. It’s so damn sexy, and I feel like the luckiest person alive.
He doesn’t pressure me in any way. I’m sure he tucked his hands out of the way to avoid doing so. But he hasn’t said anything since ordering me to swallow him either.
Shifting my attention to his shaft, I try to keep my heart from racing.
Are all penises this large? I don’t think so.
Besides being a virgin, I’m a petite person.
It’s going to hurt when he puts his cock inside me the first time.
If he didn’t have a rule about me touching myself, I’d seriously consider using my fingers to stretch myself out.
“It will fit, baby,” he says soothingly, reading my mind. “Every woman thinks she’ll be torn in two the first time, but I promise your body will accommodate me.”
“It will hurt,” I murmur.
“Yes. The first time. It’s like a rite of passage. You’ll look me in the eyes when I thrust into you, when you give your body to me. You’ll share that pain with me. You’ll offer it to me. It will always remind you that you’re mine.”
I’m genuinely scared. “What if something tears?”
“The only thing that will tear is the remnants of your hymen, baby. You’ve used tampons, and my tongue has been inside your cunt, so it isn’t totally closed off.
It could be that your hymen is already stretched or torn from physical activity in your youth.
Or perhaps it was never fully closed off in the first place. ”
“But what if it’s too tight? What if it’s not wide enough?” I bite my bottom lip. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation, especially with Blaze’s erection inches from my face.
“If you’re really worried about it, we can have Kinsley take a look.”
I ponder that option. Again, I never considered such a thing. No topic seems to be off-limits with Blaze. I blow out a breath. I like his plan. I’ll be less scared if Kinsley is able to reassure me.
With a deep inhale, I turn my focus to the enormous erection in front of me. I bring my hands to his shaft, noticing when I wrap my fingers around him, they don’t touch. That’s how wide he is. Or maybe it’s just that my hands are small.
“Lick the tip, baby,” he murmurs. It’s like he can’t help himself. He needs to direct me.
I lean over and flick my tongue over the head. It’s so smooth and soft. The slit at the top is leaking precome. It’s white, and I drag my tongue through it, gathering it up like an ice cream, tasting him.
Salty, musky, Blaze. How weird will it be to swallow it?
How much will come out? I should have paid closer attention to my roommates when they talked about blowjobs.
All I know is that some of them found it to be a tedious chore and weren’t fans.
Others liked giving head. They enjoyed the power or even got aroused from it.
This is Blaze. He’s not some random guy from a frat party. He’s the man who just spent half an hour telling me he intends to control my orgasms and milk my teats. He’s the man who says he will be my future husband.
Sucking his cock is probably the only marginal control I’ll ever have in this relationship. I need to take this power and own it.
I slide my palm up and down his shaft. It’s so smooth with bulging veins. Mesmerizing.
After licking a line up from the base to the tip, I take him in my mouth, drawing in a few inches, not even a fraction of his length. How will I ever be able to swallow him any deeper?
“Good girl. Suck, baby.”
Apparently, he’s not displeased. I hollow my cheeks and do as I’m told.
Blaze groans. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Emboldened, I do it again, drawing him in deeper. Still not even half of his length. He feels so damn huge in my mouth. I don’t mind, though. I kind of like that I’m able to affect him like this. Me. Inexperienced me.
Blaze drops his hands to his sides and fists them against his hips. His breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling. “Victoria…” he warns.
I pull him in another inch.
“That’s my girl. Don’t stop. Suckle, baby. Swallow my come.”
I bob up and down, keeping my suction tight around him, holding the base with my hand.
His breath hitches right before he comes, and he groans as the first line of semen hits the back of my throat. It happens again and again. I didn’t realize it would come out in spurts. Six or seven. I swallow over and over, wanting to please him.
As soon as he stops squirting into my mouth, I ease off him.
He’s panting heavily when I look at his face, but also grinning. He reaches with one finger to drag a dribble that leaked out of the corner of my mouth. “Open, baby. Don’t waste it.”
I suck the last of his come off his pointer, holding his gaze.
Don’t waste it.
So fucking bossy.
So fucking sexy.