Chapter 8
“I ’m really not in the mood,” Kyla said, letting out a sigh as she pulled up on her drive. “Sorry, Sam. I just want to strip off, get a glass of wine, and indulge in a volcanic bath.”
Sam groaned down the phone like a child being told no to sweets. “But Kyla, pleaseee, I really want to go dancing.”
Kyla rolled her eyes, not that it made any difference as Sam couldn’t see her. “Sorry, but no. I’m being selfish tonight. Maybe tomorrow night?”
“Deal,” Sam said, almost shouting down the phone in her excitement. “You’ve committed to it, there’s no backing out now.”
“I’ll speak to you tomorrow,” Kyla said, laughing and shaking her head as she hung up the phone.
Dragging herself from the car, she walked up her driveway and stood in front of her white front door, fiddling with her keys, trying to find the correct one to unlock it. Muttering curses to herself about having too many keys, she finally found the right one and let herself in.
She stepped through the door, slamming it closed with her left foot, and then leaned back against it, letting out a long breath. Closing her eyes, a grin crossed her face as she remembered her fun with the fireman. If only he’d had the balls to follow through.
“Your house is far too easy to get into,” a deep, rough male voice said.
Kyla sprung her eyes open, squinting in an effort to peer into the darkness of her house. Her heart started pounding as her mouth ran dry. Reaching out with her left hand to flick the light switch on, her fingertips just brushed against the plastic switch as a large hand grabbed her wrist.
“I don’t think so,” he said, dropping his voice to a hoarse whisper.
In one swift move, he pinned her left arm above her head and pressed his six-foot three, bulky body against hers, trapping her against the door.
Kyla bit her bottom lip, her knees trembling, and her mind racing. “Please,” she whispered.
The man leaned in closer, brushing his cheek against hers as he leaned into her ear and asked, “Please what?”
Kyla reached out with her free hand and grabbed his groin, smiling as she felt his hardness through his jeans. “Fuck me.”
He nipped at her ear lobe with his teeth, sending a shiver down her spine. “Fuck me what?”
Feeling the desire pooling between her legs already, Kyla squeezed his dick, licking her lips as she remembered the last time she’d had him. “Fuck me... Daddy .”
He let out a groan as he slid his lips down to her neck, biting into her soft flesh and sucking on it. “Mine,” he said, letting her skin release from his mouth with a pop.
Kyla scrabbled with the button on his jeans, desperate to get inside and feel him, skin on skin. Pushing her hand inside his boxers, she wrapped her hand around his hard length and let out a moan of relief. “So fuck me like I’m yours,” she said. “Come on, Dylan, it’s been three months.”
Dylan tore at her jeans, ripping the button off and pushing the light-coloured denim down her legs, using his feet to force them down. Kyla slipped her legs out of them completely and grabbed at him, curling her right arm around his neck as she jumped up, coiling her legs around his waist. Tearing her lacy thong clean off, Dylan then pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and thrust himself inside her.
“Fucking hell,” she said, leaning her head back against the door and letting out a groan of relief. “Finally.”
Dylan took her free hand and threw it back against the door above her head, forcing both of her wrists into one of his shovel sized hands. With his free hand, he slid an arm around her lower back, angling her ass slightly off the door.
“Better,” she said, panting. “But I need it harder, Dylan. Fuck me like you’ve missed me.”
Dylan pounded into her, staring down at himself sliding in and out of her, the moonlight through the small half-moon shaped frosted glass window giving him just enough light to see. Her juices glistened on his cock, her pussy like a tight, velvet glove he couldn’t ever bury himself deep enough inside of.
Kyla emptied her mind of everything but the feel of Dylan fucking her, his long thick cock sliding in and out of her at a pace only a pornstar could be proud of. As his hand tightened around her wrists and his breathing became shorter and shallower, Kyla knew what was about to happen.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she said, her voice all but a growl.
Dylan looked up at her and pressed his forehead to hers. “You feel so good,” he panted. “It’s been three months.” He took a breath and then said, “Give a guy a break.”
Feeling more than a little devilish, Kyla whispered back in the sweetest childlike voice she could muster, “But Daddy , that’s not fair.”
Dylan plunged himself deep inside her and stilled, moving his head and resting it against the door. He trembled from head to toe as he sucked in a deep breath. “Play fair,” he said, his voice low and full of authority.
Kyla leaned forwards and nipped at his ear with her teeth. “Come on, Daddy ,” she said, whispering in his ear. “Make me happy.”
Dylan pressed his lips together and sucked in a deep breath. Lifting his head, he locked eye contact with her and inched his face towards hers. With their noses touching, he took his arm from around her back, letting out a low growl as she tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, driving him deeper inside her.
With his hand now free, he moved it to Kyla’s throat, curling his fingers against her warm skin. Applying just a little bit of pressure, stopping when he heard her breath hitch, he asked in a dangerously low voice, “Who’s in charge here?”
Every inch of Kyla’s body tingled with excitement. She knew the correct answer if she wanted to finish this and give them both their relief, but she’d missed their power play sexual antics and she wanted nothing more than to test his patience, to bring him to the edge over and over until he gave in and let himself go.
Kyla squeezed her pelvic floor muscles, gripping him even tighter. A flash of danger flitted through his dark eyes. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “But I definitely don’t think it’s you.”
Dylan licked his lips in a slow, teasing move. “You wanna play that game, huh?” He gave her a single nod. “Ok, fair enough.”
Dylan moved his hand slightly upwards, giving him just enough length to slide his index finger against Kyla’s lips whilst still holding her throat. Kyla opened her mouth and bit his finger, moving her ass up and down as she did so, silently begging him to move.
Moving a step towards the door, Dylan pressed Kyla flat against it, taking her favourite angle of pleasure away from her. Before she could say a word, he started moving at a furious pace, plunging himself in and out of her at a rate that left her breathless.
When his fingers tightened around her throat, Kyla knew she’d lost. As Dylan let out a groan and stilled inside her, his pulsing cock all too telling at his release, Kyla felt nothing but at a total loss. Completely inebriated by the furious sex but frustrated at her lack of orgasm, Kyla didn’t know whether to feel pleased at having had sex after three months or angry at her failure to have a happy ending.
Dylan loosened his hand from her throat, moving it down to her back. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
Kyla narrowed her eyes at him. Uncurling her legs from his waist, she placed both of her feet on each of his thighs and shoved him away from her with a hard kick. “Bastard,” she said.
A devilish grin unfolded across his thick, pink lips. “Told you I was in charge.”
“Let me go,” she said, looking up at where he still had her hands pinned against the door. “I need the toilet.”
Dylan obliged, ready to catch her as she lowered herself to the floor, but the hardened glare she settled on him told him he shouldn’t even try.
Kyla flicked on the upstairs light as she hit the first step. “Thank fuck for vibrating shower heads,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at Dylan.
From the glow of the upstairs light, she could see the realisation in his eyes clashing together with fury and stubborn determination as he registered what she was saying. As he turned to give chase, stopping her from giving herself her own sweet release, he forgot his trousers were still around his ankles and fell face first onto Kyla’s laminate floor.
Kyla giggled as she took the stairs two at a time before locking herself in the bathroom with her magic shower head. Jumping straight in, not even bothering to let the water heat up, Kyla grabbed the shower head and switched it on.
“Fuck,” she hissed, as the vibrations coursed through her.
“Kyla,” Dylan yelled, pounding on the door so hard, the doorframe jumped. “Don’t you dare.”
“Who’s in charge now?” she replied, moving the shower head into a better position.
“I will break this door down.” Heavy panting followed for a few seconds before he lowered his voice and said, “And I will not pay for the damage.”
Kyla ignored him, focusing too much on the tightening ball in her core. Her body trembled as her heart raced, her mind filled only with one sole thought. Just a few more seconds...
The bathroom door burst open, splinters of wood exploding all over the bathroom. Kyla shrieked in surprise and dropped the shower head. As she stood naked in front of him, taking in his broad shoulders, his ripped arms, his chiselled chest, and those perfect lines heading in a V right down into his dark jeans, Kyla couldn’t help but grin.
“What are you grinning at exactly?” he asked, his voice deep and husky, danger and threat glistening in his eyes.
Kyla gave him her sweetest smile and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Because I know Daddy’s come to spank me.”
Dylan stared at her, keeping his dark eyes locked on hers as his gaze clouded over with nothing but carnal desire. “For what you’ve done, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
Kyla let out a sweet little giggle. “Just a week? Is that all?”
Without a further word, Dylan marched over to her, picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder. Heading towards her bedroom, he said, “I’m gonna fuck you silent.”