Chapter 31
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
His large hands slide over the bare globes of my ass before pulling me apart. “Sweet little untouched hole,” he rasps, bringing his mouth to my ass. His tongue traces me before he bites into my cheek, making me hiss.
Flipping me onto my back, I blink up at him, arousal pouring from me at the sight of his hungry, wild eyes. He pushes my legs apart, and with his eyes on mine, dips down, cupping his mouth over my pussy.
Oh god , I cry out in my mind. Yes, right there , I silently plead.
The gag is on my mouth again, and as much as I want him to hear just how good he’s making me feel, I realize not letting me speak, offering him control over me in that way– I’m showing him with my body how much I care about him, how close we are, how much I trust him. In so many ways, that’s better than any moan for a man like Jake.
“I’m gonna take this pussy bare, you perfect little slut,” he growls out, his cockhead pressing against my apex, threatening to slip inside. “And you’re not gonna come until I tell you to, you got that?”
I nod my head frantically, writhing against him as much as my wrist and ankle restraints will allow. He raises up his newest flogger, each of the tails comprising three strands of cowhide, braided together to create a coarse whip. Twenty-five tails, twenty-five tiny little whips within the flogger. He’s proud of this design, and I’m equally proud to test it.
He drags the tails down my chest, around my nipple, and brings them to my clit. “You get a light one here if you come without permission,” he warns me, teasing my bundle of fiery nerves. I nod, and while I have no clue how I’ll ask for permission while gagged, I don’t care. Either way, I win this man, his whips, and his big dick.
With a quick movement, I’m back on my hands and knees, leather keeping my wrists and ankles just a foot apart. He moves his dick up my wet slit, pushing inside a little. I grunt, and I doubt there will ever be a time that I can take him easily. There will always be a minute or two of accommodation, burn and stretch, acceptance. But I like it. It reminds me that the right relationships have the right kind of pain.
He strikes me on my left ass cheek, and I surge forward in response. His hand tugs me back by the shoulder, which sends me deeper on his dick. “That’s right, get down on it, spread yourself open for me,” he commands, his breathing growing more and more labored. I bite at the gag as he sinks inside me deeper, teasing my asshole with the handle of the flogger.
“How about I fuck your pretty cunt and my toy fucks your virgin hole? Would you like that? What am I saying,” he says rhetorically, a sardonic chuckle in his tone. “Of course you’ll like that. You’d like anything I gave to you, isn’t that right, my willing little submissive?”
I nod so much I think my neck is starting to get sore. “Yes,” I gargle from behind the gag. He snaps the flogger against my cheek with just enough force to make me gasp as the tails sting my lips. “When I wanna hear you, you’ll know.”
The cap of the lube has my body quivering. The hard press of the handle against my tight hole makes me jump, but Jake’s hand comes to my hip, holding me steady. “Easy, easy,” he growls, tugging me back as my body, in reaction, bucks forward again. With the flogger handle in my ass, the pain of the intrusion nearly blinding, and Jake’s cock buried so deep that if I press my fingers to my belly, I can feel him there, I almost can’t handle it. The pain. The pleasure. The fullness. My body breaks out into a sweat as I groan into the smooth leather gag, saliva dripping down my chin.
“You feel that? That’s what ownership feels like, baby.” He smacks my ass again, this time using a lunge whip. I saw this one in the cabinet and asked for it tonight. He snaps his wrist, and the long, singular tail of the whip crests along my back, leaving fiery, aching skin in its wake. A moment later, thick fingers tangle with the buckle at the base of my skull, and then the gag falls to the bed. Another harsh bite of his lunge whip between my shoulder blades has me dropping my head between my shoulders, letting loose a feral cry.
“Oh fuck!” I scream. When I reopen my eyes, I see Jake’s heavy balls swinging from beneath him as he fucks me hard and deep, still using the whip handle in my ass.
The sight of his huge balls and strong thighs is dizzying, and my clit throbs. “Can I please come, sir?” I ask, and it’s not anything we’ve done before, but tonight he told me I need to ask before I come, and it turned me on so much I’ve been fighting an orgasm for the last twenty minutes.
Another harsh snap of his whip, this time along the back of my arm. “Tell me who makes you come,” he orders.
“You, sir,” I breathe. “Please,” I beg, practically bearing down on his cock and the toy. The sting that accompanies fullness hasn’t completely dissipated. “I need to come, sir, please.”
“Alright, let me feel you,” he groans as his cock swells and throbs inside me.
He leaves the toy in as both hands come to my hips, tugging me back in quick bursts, making me fuck both him and it. “Oh my god, Jake, Jake, Jake, please, sir, yes,” I rattle off, my eyes rolled to high heaven as I come, undone for him in wild, unabashed waves. He holds himself there, deep and hot as I ride out my orgasm. When I’m done, he empties me entirely.
On my back again, Jake’s eyes fall to my cheeks, still flushed from what we did. He looks to my eyes next, finding them darkened with a quiet ache. Because even immediately after, I still lust for him everywhere. Only he does that to me. He smiles. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you.”
On my back, staring up at him, my vision grows swimmy. His chest booms with muscle, his jaw coated in a thin layer of scruff, his dark hair a tousled mess, I can’t help but be greedy and beg for more. “Another, more, please, sir,” I murmur, not even knowing if I’m asking for more pain, more orgasms, or more everything.
He releases the ties around my ankles and wrists, then rolls me back onto my shoulders, draping my legs against his chest. Reaching between us, Jake grabs his cock and sets it on my pussy, moving his hips so that his slick, hot cock slides between my lips, against my clit. It’s such a tease, and so erotic. The desire and restraint in his eyes sets me on edge.
“Please, I need to feel you, I need to feel your cum,” I beg, sliding my hands over my bare belly. Jake grits his teeth, taking my breasts in his hands, squeezing them with a groan. His hips rove and roam, my clit is so engorged and I am so wet that I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer. Another thrust between my legs, the friction of our naked, wet bodies together proving to be too much, and I unspool beneath him, unraveling at every end.
I shake and writhe, crying out his name, praising him, reaching for him. He hovers over me, his face focused and intense, holding his dick around the purple rimmed crown, watching me break for him.
When I’m done, he flips me back over, this time facing him on all fours.
“Are you finished? Or can you come again? You wanna come some more, baby?” He threads his fingers through the back of my hair, an intense tingle rippling through my scalp as he jerks me back. My mouth parts from the sudden position change, and he takes that opportunity to fill my mouth with his spit, warm and thick. His finger slides onto my tongue as he forces me to swallow, which isn’t necessary. Very soon this man will figure out that there isn’t a single command I won’t obey, a single thing of mine that he can’t have. Everything I have is his to use .
I’m his to use.
His cock follows, spearing into my throat. Each slap of his balls against his body and each wobbly groan that comes off his lips only takes me that much higher, makes me feel that much more desired. With one hand in my hair, he uses the other to lightly grab my neck.
“Keep that throat open, baby, come on,” he grits out a moment before he grunts, and his stomach tightens, then heat splashes against the back of my throat so many times I lose count. I swallow, and his rough coaxing fills me full of pride. “There you go, baby, just like that, drink up.”
Drink up .
The two words sizzle through my veins, leaving me hot and achy, and I find myself reaching down, slipping my fingers where it’s still sticky and warm. “Keep my cock in your throat while you come again,” he orders, running his palm over my cheek to feel himself in my mouth. His hand is heavy and powerful, and when he tugs the base, making sure to get every last drop out, I combust.
He holds my head down on his cock when he sees me pull my thighs together, my orgasm taking control as I wobble and moan, rubbing frantically. Suckling his cock, gagging and choking in bursts as he pushes me deep on it, I stay like that until my orgasm has subsided. He steps back until his limp cock falls out of my mouth with a slap against his thigh.
Extending his hand to me, he helps me slowly and carefully to my feet, off the bed, and wraps a towel around me. “How do you feel?” he asks, studying my eyes closely, as if looking to see whether I am high or drunk. But I like it. I like how closely he analyzes me, the way I can tell he is storing away mental notes, so he can know me the best. It’s the kind of care and attention I’ve always longed for, and he gives it so freely, without strings .
I nod my head. “I’m so good,” I breathe, almost teary from the intensity of the moment. He nods his head too, seeing the emotion I’m keeping at arm’s length.
“Alright, let's look at those welts and get you cleaned up, how’s that sound?” he asks, kissing my forehead and stroking long fingers through my hair.
I nod my head, afraid that if I speak I might cry.
Jake tips his head to the side, the curled ends of his wavy hair touching the top of his shoulder. He’s so sexy it nearly steals my breath, and another wave of emotion hits.
Aware, alert, and always in tune with me, Jake lifts me up and walks me to the bathroom, setting me on the counter. His hands rest on my knees as we open my legs together, making room for him to stand between them.
“Wanna talk to me about how you’re feeling?” he suggests gently, stroking my cheek with the back of his pointer finger.
My bottom lip wobbles. “Stupidly emotional.”
He nods. “About what happened with Michael or what we just did?” he asks, slow and patient, and with Jake, I know there is no wrong answer. That I’m safe with him and the truth between, that there is nothing we can’t overcome or work through together.
I meet his dark eyes, and if I didn’t have a weight of words on my tongue ready to spring free, I could get lost in them and all the beautiful promises they make. I shake my head. “No, not about him, not at all.” He waits for me to speak, staying quiet and patient. “About you, and what we have.”
I motion toward the bedroom with my head, then meet his eyes again. “Just the way you understand me and care for me, and test me. How you don’t treat me like I’m delicate. How easily we work together.” I lick my lips, my pulse racing. “How much I care about you. ”
He wraps me up, his arms around my torso, pressing more kisses to the top of my head. “You know what, I feel the same way about you. I look at you and wonder if I’m dreaming. Beautiful, smart, driven, so young with so much road stretched ahead,” he says, pulling back to make meaningful eye contact. “And you chose me.”
“It feels a lot like we chose each other,” I sniffle. “And Jo Jo, she thinks it’s fate. Divine intervention from Janie,” I say, saying his wife’s name aloud for the first time. It feels sacred, and I don’t know that I have the right. I start to apologize but he stops me with a soft kiss, tangling his knuckles in the side of my hair to tip my head back gently.
“Whatever it is, I feel it, too,” he says, sealing his words with another kiss, this one deep and wet, our tongues sliding together. “You could also be feeling a little sub drop, baby,” he says, using that affectionate term again.
My brows furrow. “I’ve never heard of that.”
He takes a step back from me, the slight distance imparting subtextual importance on what’s to come. “When I realized… what I like,” he starts, reaching out to trace a pink mark left behind from one of his braided tails. “I started to read about it online. I tried to read about the type of care to give to a future partner, if they happen to share the same interests as me.”
I reach out and tug his soft but still very fucking impressive cock. “Oh yeah?”
He nods, and I love that he doesn’t even flinch at the casual way I touch and explore his body. “Yeah. I mean, I never thought I would and truthfully, reading about it was just… an escape. Somewhere for my brain to go in lieu of a relationship. But I did learn a lot. And after a partially challenging scene,” he says, alluding to what we do in the bedroom–the filthy mouth on him, all his leather toys, the fl ogging, the whipping, the pain and pleasure. “Sometimes the submissive may feel a rush of emotions, with a wide range of where your mind can go. As your dom, I’m here to walk you through that, tell you that I appreciate you so much, and thank you so much for sharing your body with me, for handing me such unbridled trust.” He dusts kisses on both of my palms. “And if there’s anything you need or want to talk about, we can.”
I shake my head. “I feel better just having this talk.” I glance down at one of the marks left behind on my forearm. “These do kind of sting.” He steps to the shower and turns it on, leaving the large glass door wide open. Steam slowly fills in around us.
“I’m gonna get you cleaned up and put some arnica on those, and we’ll get you some tylenol and water, okay?”
I nod. My heart hums just listening to all the ways he’s already figured out how to take care of me. “That sounds… really good.”
We get into the shower together, and everything is absolutely perfect. Three words move through my mind, but I save them, because so much has already happened tonight. They can wait for another day.