14
“Unzip my cock,” Nick commands me quietly, his dark eyes holding mine. It startles me awake from the sensation of his hand resting so close to where I crave his touch.
I reach hesitantly for his belt buckle with a raised eyebrow, but he simply waits as I fumble with the buckle and the catch on his trousers. When I finally manage to lower the zipper, his heavy cock is waiting for me, dark ruby at the tip, thick and rising to meet me. My mouth goes dry, unsure of where to go from here.
Nick reaches down and adjusts himself slightly, probably making sure the zipper teeth are well away from his most sensitive flesh, and then he holds out his hand for me. When I slide mine into it, he guides me onto his lap, straddling his thighs, his cock pushing intrusively at the hem of my dress.
“One more thing before I stretch you wide, little mouse. You are only to call me Mr. Savage this evening, understood? If you slip, even once, we’re going to revisit that punishment I should have given you for lying to me in the first place, at this very table.”
“Yes, Mr. Savage,” I say as demurely as I can manage, peeking up at him through my eyelashes. Ha, I knew he liked being the authority figure with all the trimmings. I lower one hand from his shoulder to touch his cock gently and it jumps beneath my touch. “May I ask why, Mr. Savage?” I’m full of tempting the devil tonight, apparently. I lean up to wrap both arms around his neck, letting his length rub harder against my thighs and dress.
Nick’s sardonic gaze says it all, but he answers anyway. “Because I spent a damn year listening to it on your pretty lips, wishing you were where you are right now. Seems fitting somehow. Now lift your skirt.”
I shiver with anticipation. I love that Nick is not leaving room for me to overthink. I’m sure I’ll find it all annoying plenty of times in the future, but at the moment I’m grateful. I lower my hands and inch the tight silk up my thighs until I can feel his cock against my bare skin. My husband is holding onto me by my hips, so I’m in no danger of falling. Except I almost manage to do so when he follows that command with his next instruction. “Now, use both hands and slide the folds of your pretty pussy away from the center.”
I gasp when as soon as I do that his cock is hot against my exposed flesh, the bulbous head already notched and demanding entrance.
“You can let go now, sweetness,” Nick tells me with surprising gentleness, considering his recent stark orders. I move my hands away and raise questioning eyes to his face, unsure of what I’m supposed to be doing here. Oh, I get how it works in theory, but what about right this second? No clue.
One of Nick’s hands leaves my hip and starts teasing the backs of my legs where my narrow skirt is banded tight against them. It distracts my attention so that when he pushes my hips forward in one smooth motion, I slide right onto his cock. Not all the way, but enough to feel his girth pressing tight against the walls of my channel. It’s strange and delicious. I wiggle, wanting all of him, not content to be patient anymore. Nick, of course, holds me in place.
I almost slip and call him Nick but at the last second I catch myself. “Mr. Savage!”
His eyes practically glow with heat. “Yes, Candace?”
“I need… I want… all of you. Please!”
“Hmmm. Since you asked so nicely. Maybe just a little more.”
I practically weep with need because he doesn’t do as I ask right away. No, he has to inch my skirt up, difficult because it’s so constricted with my thighs wide until he can slide a finger between my butt cheeks. Again it distracts me as he teases the flesh split wide by his cock. It tickles slightly and I feel a gush of wetness let down from deep inside me. He slides in a few more inches. This time the tightness stings and I resist the press of tears at the corners of my eyes. I bite my lip because I’m so afraid he’ll stop completely if he thinks he’s hurting me. But instead, his probing finger keeps softly touching and distracting until the pain fades away. His hand moves to my front.
“Are you ready to cum on my cock for me, Candace?”
I nod frantically, but he stays stone still until I manage to gasp, “Yes, Mr. Savage.”
My body too was waiting for that signal apparently because as soon as he moves his fingers to touch my clit I’m bursting into flames. My pussy is stretched to the point of burning and everywhere his finger glides, heat follows. My channel grasps reflexively at his cock, but instead of pushing in further, he pulls out slightly. Then he’s back, his thick length sliding past my engorged folds, and the sensation is like finding that perfect vein of fudge in a vat of vanilla ice cream. Sinful and delicious and I want it to go on and on forever.
When my climax completely overtakes me, I slump against his broad chest, my pussy continuing to quiver with delight that his cock is still hard and within its grasp. But the rest of me is sated and boneless. His large hand leaves my clit to once again slide over my exposed butt with soothing strokes.
“This is where you belong, Candace. On my lap, speared by my cock. If I had my way, this is how you would eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You would go to sleep cuddling my cock in your warm pussy and when you shower, we’ll lather it up with soap and you’ll use it like a brush inside and out.”
I snort softly with laughter at the images he’s painting, but I’m getting hot, too. I know that’s not practical, but it still sounds like fun. My chortle is muffled by his chest, but he still hears it.
“Are you laughing at me, little mouse?” He keeps his voice stern enough that I can’t tell if he’s teasing until I lift my head. He is, the twinkle is there, buried deep in his eyes, but so is the fierce hunger that reminds me he still hasn’t cum. His cock remains rigid in my depths.
“I would never, er, Mr. Savage. Um, don’t you need to…?”
He doesn’t reply, just braces me against him as he stands, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips and bringing his cock fully into me at the same time. I shiver with renewed need.
Then my back is flat on the dining room table, although his large hand is cradling my head. He lowers it gently before unhooking the halter neck of my dress, peeling it down past my breasts.
“Do you do this deliberately, Candace? Spill things to make me jealous of a few crumbs that get to nestle between your beautiful breasts?” He’s practically growling as he glares fiercely at my chest. I stare at him blankly until he lowers his head and bites at the flaky bits of pastry that drifted down there. Oh. Oh my.
I cradle his head with my hands while he licks and sucks, eventually forgetting about crumbs and taking my hard, thrusting nipples into his hot mouth one at a time.
My head is thrashing from side to side with the overwhelming sensations he evokes with his mouth, and his cock still pulsing hot and hard within me. That’s when I catch a glimpse of our reflection in the dark windows and I’m transfixed. The image of a woman in blue splayed out on the table while a hulk of a man stands over her. Ravishing her. And the smile of utter awareness on her face… I gasp and Nick briefly stops to see what’s caught my attention.
“Do you like being fucked by a beast on your dining table, Candace?”
I turn back to him, my hand tracing his sharp cheekbone with adoration. “My beast, my darling Mr. Savage. You are my beast.”
As if my claiming him is an erotic lure, it sets him off. He grunts fiercely while his cock begins pounding into me, pushing deeper and deeper with faster and faster friction until I can’t tell if he’s coming or going because every nerve is lit up and tingling. Finally, Nick surges forward with a roar pressing into my clit as he leans forward and I explode. My body tenses with the force of building energy and the pressure of his cum pushing into a space that I swear has no more room. It keeps coming though, seeping into the pores and forging new sensory connections with parts of me I hadn’t ever felt before. Aftershocks of my orgasm continue spiraling outwards as Nick collapses on top of me, pressing me into the smooth wood of the table.