Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Brian
The tight grip of Rae’s ass around his dick was fucking heaven.
Brian groaned as he bottomed out, looking down to see her completely impaled on his cock.
The ring of her entrance was tightly stretched around the base, her skin a paler brown where she’d been stretched open, especially against the reddish brown of her ass from her spanking.
“Good girl,” he said again, enjoying the way she clenched when he did so. “Now relax, sweetheart, so I can use your pretty little ass.”
She whimpered, shuddering beneath him and clenching again as he pulled out, retreating almost to the tip before he thrust back in. Rae moaned as his cock slid back up her backside, and he released her hip to give her bottom a short, sharp swat.
She clenched around him again in reaction.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he murmured as he began to slowly fuck her ass. You love Daddy’s cock in your ass, don’t you?
It didn’t matter that he didn’t say the words out loud; they had the same effect as they echoed in his head, sending a wave of hot satisfaction through him.
Brian made sure to keep his rhythm nice and steady, so she could truly appreciate the sensation of his cock moving in and out of her forbidden hole. He’d noticed that Rae responded well to anything anal. It always made her extra melty, extra submissive.
Yes, he’d been watching her more closely than he’d wanted to admit.
He could use that knowledge now, taking his time with something he knew she both enjoyed and made her into submissive putty for him to mold.
He moved with deliberation, savoring every stroke, every whimper and gasp he elicited from her, every shudder of her body as he used her for their combined pleasure.
“Please,” she begged as she pushed her ass back at him, meeting his strokes as best she could while he had her lower body pinned in place. She could only move so much, but her need was making her try. “Please, please, please, please…”
He could have drawn it out, but she was begging so sweetly, he wanted to reward her. Sliding his hand between her and the couch, he curved his fingers over her mound, the tips pressing against the sensitive nub of her clit.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he murmured in her ear as he bent over her, bracing his other hand against the couch rather than her hip. “Get yourself off.”
Rae moaned again, shuddering, bucking beneath him as she rubbed herself against his fingers, frantic movements that made her clench around his cock as she moved.
He did not leave her much space, holding himself completely still, making her do all the work, rubbing her clit against his hand, pushing back against his cock.
When she let out a cry, muscles going tight beneath him, her ass rippling around his cock, he stayed in place as she worked herself through her climax.
Only then did he slide his hand away, getting a good grip on her hips again, before he let go of his self-control and fucked her as hard and fast as his desire demanded.
She cried out again, spasming around him, her grip on his cock trying to tighten, but with all the lube, her muscles couldn’t get purchase.
Brian groaned as she massaged his cock while he thrust, slamming into her harder and harder, making the frame of the couch creak as the whole thing moved an inch.
“Fuck!”
He slammed home, sinking into her to the hilt as his balls tightened and his orgasm pulsed through him.
The tight ring of her ass almost worked like a cock ring, gripping his base, each jet of cum forcing its way past her entrance and deep inside her with a pleasurable spurt.
Beneath him, Rae quivered, panting, a tiny hitch in her breathing as he filled her ass with his cum.
“Oh, fuck…” The words came out on a breathless moan, and she squirmed a little beneath him as Brian’s muscles relaxed. Her head dropped down, resting against the seat of the couch, both of them panting as their breathing regulated.
Running his hands over her hips and the curves of her ass, Brian closed his eyes and just enjoyed having her there, touching her.
He could feel her relaxing even further as he caressed her, letting her know with his touch that she’d been a very good girl.
His cock slowly softened until he shifted back, and it came free.
“Okay, babygirl,” he said, helping her to straighten up. “Let’s go take a bath.”
“You’re going to dry out my skin,” Rae grumbled, though she let him turn her around and start leading her toward the bathroom.
Brian chuckled.
“I will happily slather lotion all over you when we get out,” he promised.
“Bet.” She grinned at him as she agreed to the deal, her eyelashes fluttering a little. While he didn’t think she was quite in subspace, she was definitely pleasure drunk and a little unsteady on her feet.
Wrapping his arm around her waist to help her, something fluttered in his chest when she sighed happily and nuzzled in.
Seeing Rae all soft, submissive, and cuddly just flat-out did something for him.
Probably because she was so rarely like that.
Most of the time, she was like a prickly hedgehog, bristling suspiciously at everything he said and did.
Knowing he could fuck her into a purring, cuddly kitten was satisfying.
“Bath or shower?”
“Bath.” She yawned. “That way, I don’t have to do as much with my hair.”
Made sense.
Brian let her take care of cleaning herself up while he got the bath running. The hotel also provided bubbles, so he took advantage of that as well, and the delight in Rae’s expression when she realized she was getting a bubble bath made him grin.
“Bubbles!” she squealed, all signs of sleepiness gone from her face and demeanor.
And she thought she wasn’t a babygirl.
Rae
There was just something about bubbles. Sitting between Brian’s legs in the tub, her back against his front, his hands slowly gliding up and down over her body—not exactly playing with her breasts but definitely not avoiding them—Rae was having fun just picking up bubbles on her palm and blowing them into the air.
She should take more bubble baths at home.
Though, to be fair, part of the fun was the large muscular man she was leaning on, who was clearly enjoying her delight. Did she always need a witness to her joy? Of course not, but it did add something to the situation. And his radiant approval of her silliness felt good.
The more time she spent with Brian, the more she realized she needed to raise the bar for future boyfriends.
Damian had never made her feel like this, even before they’d started the bickering that had led to their big fight.
He’d always rolled his eyes when she was being silly or tried to get her to “tone it down.”
He would never have enjoyed her enjoyment of the bubbles.
He definitely wouldn’t have encouraged it the way Brian did as he lifted his own palmful of bubbles, hand laid out flat in front of her for her to blow into the air.
Rae huffed and blew the air out, and the pile of bubbles scattered at her breath, some of them going out in front of her, some up in the air, and some to the sides.
Brian’s body moved behind her, and she could feel the rumble of his chuckle vibrating through her.
Happiness bubbled up inside her, just as though it was all around her in the bath.
Yeah, she definitely needed to raise the bar for future boyfriends.
Was it because Brian was a Daddy Dom? Maybe.
Man, she hoped that wasn’t the whole reason.
There had to be other reasons. There were other kinds of Caretaker Doms and Service Doms who didn’t want to be called Daddy.
Why couldn’t Brian be one of those?
But she didn’t really wish that. Rae was a big believer in being true to oneself, and if that’s what he was and what he needed, well... that was that.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, dipping his hands back in the water to rub the sides of her hips.
“Good. Warm. Happy.” She grinned, even though he couldn’t see her. “I’m going to be even better after that massage you promised.”
His hands stopped moving.
“Did I promise you a massage?” Amusement threaded through his voice.
“I was promised a rubdown with lotion; sounds like a massage to me.” She squirmed against him. Not that she thought she was going to get him hard again immediately—she wasn’t even sure she wanted to, she was exhausted—but she was pretty sure he would think it was cute and get her what she wanted.
She was right.
He chuckled again, his hands starting to caress her hips again.
“I suppose it does.”
Yay! She was getting a massage. Rae turned her head, so she could snuggle more against him, luxuriating in both the bath and the man in it with her. This was… bliss.
She didn’t want the week to end.
So, don’t think about that. Think about something else.
“By the way, you really don’t need to worry about me running off with a mysterious masked Dom,” she teased.
The soft caresses on her hips slowed but didn’t stop.
“I didn’t really think I did, but I also wasn’t really thinking. I just reacted,” Brian admitted. That was another one of the things she liked about him. He didn’t mind admitting when he’d made a mistake. “If there’s a next time, I’ll do my best to think before acting.”
“Good. You do that.” Rae squealed when his hands lifted to her breasts, gripping the slippery mounds and pinching her nipples hard in response to her sass.
Her legs kicked up water and bubbles as she laughed, trying to get away, but of course, he was right behind her, so there was nowhere for her to go.
“That’s enough sass out of you, little miss,” he said sternly, giving each tender bud a little twist before releasing them.
Ouchies.
Rae settled back down against him, her nipples throbbing in response to the erotic abuse. Her arousal was simmering again, but her body needed a rest, so she decided not to poke at him anymore. He was liable to poke back.
“What are the ladies doing tomorrow?” Brian asked.
Rae made a little face. She didn’t really want to think about tomorrow. The days were slipping by too fast. There were only two more nights at the resort.
“Beach day. You?”
“The spa.” He caressed her hips again. “I’ll give you a massage tonight, but then I get one tomorrow.”
“Mmm, nice. I need to do them more often at home. My shoulders especially get so tight.”
Without even being asked, Brian’s hands drifted up from her hips, running along her arms and up to her shoulders, where he pressed his thumbs in.
“Oh, I didn’t mean you had to… but don’t stop.” Rae moaned as she leaned slightly forward, giving him better access to her shoulders. They might be improved after her spa day, but she was never going to say no to a free massage.
Especially when the person giving it knew what they were doing. Brian’s thumbs dug in on all her sorest spots. After soaking in the bath, she was feeling especially relaxed, so it was like he could dig in deeper.
“So you don’t get massages often at home?” he asked.
“The accounting firm I work at brings someone in during tax season once a week to give anyone who wants one a fifteen-minute sitting massage. It’s not the same, though.”
“No, though that’s more than most of us get. That’s nice that they do that.”
Rae shrugged minutely, not wanting to move too much and perhaps accidentally causing him to stop rubbing her.
“Gotta make up for the crazy hours somehow. I’m pretty sure part of the reason Domi wanted a fall wedding was so she didn’t have to try to schedule anything around my insane work schedule. There’s a fall tax deadline, too, but it’s not nearly as bad as the spring.”
“That makes sense,” he murmured, moving his fingers down her back.
Rae sighed with happiness as he kept massaging her muscles, working out some of the lingering knots and tension there.
Her schedule from January through April had been another point of contention for her and Damian. Rae bet Brian wouldn’t have been an ass about her long hours and that she’d been too tired to service him when she got home. He probably would have been the one servicing her.
She could totally see him getting dinner ready for her or hot tea or something on nights when she had to stay past dinnertime. Even though she didn’t really need a massage, he’d jumped right to it.
Or maybe that was just part of the pre-relationship and early-relationship generosity.
Damian had been a lot more involved during the chase before he ‘got’ her.
She knew that wasn’t true of all men, though—all she had to do was look at Mitch, Nick, and Law and see how they treated their partners after becoming exclusive.
Since Brian was friends with them, maybe he’d be more like them and less like Damian.
Not that it mattered.
It wasn’t as if she was getting into a relationship with him.
“We should probably get out before the water gets too cold,” he said, running his hands down over her back. His words seemed to echo her thoughts. Get out before things went sour. But then her insides warmed at his next comment. “I’ll grab the lotion and rub you down.”
That was really the best part of this arrangement.
Things weren’t going to have time to go wrong or become sour because it was a short-term thing.
She could just enjoy everything he had to offer and…
yeah, raise her bar for future boyfriends.
She’d started out with a high bar, thanks to her father and her grandfather, but at some point over the years, she’d started to lower it.
This was a good reminder that, yes, she could have a man who treated her like Brian did.
She just couldn’t have Brian.