Chapter 14 #11
“Corey!” Davina scolded, tapping his arm. “Bring us back right now!”
He sighed theatrically. “Fine.”
Lucy and Byron hadn’t moved. They were just watching each other, silent and smiling in a way that made everyone else uncomfortable.
Corey frowned. “You two are weird. Why are you just standing there staring?”
Byron’s tone was calm, almost smug. “I’m not just standing here; I'm telling her exactly what I think”
What Byron was saying to Lucy was so obscene saying it out loud would have caused a fight to happen.
Lucy, he projected in to her mind, I cannot, this is so unfair.
He was looking at her like she was a piece of meat.
Byron, does that mean I look good? Lucy asked this in the most innocent way.
Good? he says, I want to fuck you, I want to lift your dress up and cause your makeup to streak down your face.
“Byron”, Lucy didn't mean to shout. Lucy look at my trousers, there's no chance of me stopping now.
his well fitted trousers had a bulge so big it made them change shape.
Her cheeks flushed; Byron’s expression didn’t change.
Byron, she spoke through their link, sit down before they notice.
Let them, let them see my glory, so they know I'm the man they think me to be.
Lucy covered her mouth to keep from laughing.
Davina glanced between them. “Are you two having a whole conversation in your head?”
Corey rolled his eyes. “They do that all the time. It's fucking frustrating”
“Frustrating?” Byron said, lowering himself into a chair. “It’s called connection. You should try it sometime.”
The table burst into laughter as they sat down. The air loosened again, the wine poured, conversation flowed.
“This is lovely,” Lucy said honestly, swirling the deep red liquid in her glass. “Exactly what we needed.”
Byron leaned back, “Do I thank you now Davina or after I have taken Lucy to-”
“Brother!” Corey cut in quickly, pointing his fork. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
Byron smirked. “Brother? You finally called me that. Does that mean you’re starting to accept me?”
Davina turned toward Corey. “Wait, you haven’t accepted him before now?”
“Well,” Corey said, shrugging, “he’s emotionless and a bit too rough for Lucy.”
Davina’s eyes widened. “And you’re not?”
“I have emotion,” Corey protested.
Lucy nearly choked on her drink. “You do not. You’re by far rougher than Byron.”
Byron lifted an eyebrow. “Excuse me, I’m rougher.”
Corey set down his fork with mock seriousness. “No. I’m rougher.”
Both men stood halfway up before Davina and Lucy shot each other a look.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Davina said sweetly. “Corey, take your roughness somewhere useful. Byron, save yours for later.”
The two women broke into laughter while the men exchanged looks that could have started a war.
They said there good nights, Davina and Corey went to their room whilst Byron, sat looking at lucy from the opposite end of the table.
She sipped her wine and looked up at him with her big brown eyes.
“Twice today, you have left me feeling a little-full" he paused.
Staring at her. Unblinking. He drank more wine, his gaze never leaving her, Lucy started breathing, heavier, her breast were heaving behind her tight red satin dress.
Byron unzipped his trousers, he started stroking his throbbing cock, gently, up, down, up and down.
“Don't just sit there Lucy” he stroked between his last words, “come” stroke “to” stroke “me” Stroke.
She stood up and walked to him slowly still sipping on wine.
“Be good and kneel for me” she abided. As he leaned forward the thought of where his dick would be going, made him get harder and he couldn't help but rub it hard and fast. “Remember when I said to you, I want to see your make up smeared down your face?” Lucy replied “yes”.
“I love it when you obey me” he said as he clasped her chin.
“Now open your mouth and let me fuck your face” She opened, nice and wide to try to fit him all in, she didn't need to do any of the work, Byron only had one ask.
“Keep your mouth open and look at me” he grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting his cock deep in her mouth causing her to choke with each push.
He pulled out to allow her to catch her breath, she was gasping for air.
“Open” he said, and she did, her eyes now streaming with tears her mascara running down her cheeks.
“Fuck” he shouted, “your mouth feels so good baby” Lucy was a mess.
Dribble and tears the most perfect environment, Byron was in heaven.
“I'm going to fuck you so good, Lucy, but you're going to have to listen and do as your told” she couldn't respond, her mouth was too full.
“When I Cum, you need to drink me and suck my dick until its finished” he pulled out his dick so she could respond, “yes Byron, yes” he didn't hesitate, he couldn't hold it.
It felt too good he pushed his dick back inside her mouth, and fucked her face until he came, she sucked and drank like she was told to, but there was so much it was spilling out her mouth.
“You think that's all I have?” he asked her panting while his cock hung between his thighs.
He stood her up and wiped her mouth with his shirt.
“Come” he said as he led her up the stairs towards their bedroom.
Lucy was shell shocked, that was the first time she had ever done anything like that.
She allowed Byron to lead and lead he did.
He turned her to face him and started to unzip the back of her dress, not breaking contact.
He gently kissed her on her lips and help his face close before whispering “Lay down” she shuddered, he was truly intoxicating.
She lay down, and Byron, spread her legs apart.
he didn't hesitate, he lowered his head slowly, and caught her clit between his lips, “Ahhhh” lucy couldn't help but cry out.
Byron was, wild yet gentle. He licked and sucked her from the base to the tip, her clit throbbed under the movements of his tongue, he pushed his fingers inside her tight wet, pussy and with each thrust he sucked harder.
.. she was grabbing the sheets, begging for him to fuck her.
“Please, please fuck me Byron, please I'm begging you” she moaned.
He did not listen, he was enjoying himself way too much, he flipped her open and licked inside the smooth lining of her arse.
Until he couldn't hold back any more, he Fucked her, he kept her in an arched position, they were both moaning hard, “Cum inside me Byron please cum inside me” his eyes rolled back and his left eye flickered purple, he knew at this point all her walls would be down, so he planted a picture in her mind of her Cumming over and over and over again and she did, she came on his dick so hard more than once, so much so Byron had to hold her waist tight to stop himself from slipping out.
“It's so fucking wet” he cried out, as he pushed faster and harder, “I'm fucking coming lucy” and he came, she felt it hit right inside, her pussy clamped down on his dick causing Byron to go weak at the knees and collapse down on top of her, still thrusting and still Cumming.
Sleep came, and neither could resist its lure.
Chapter 14
Last night had felt different.
The manor had been full of laughter, flickering candlelight, and soft music that carried long after midnight. But now, in the quiet hours of early morning, Lucy lay with her head resting on Byron’s chest, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Byron smiled faintly, running his fingers through her hair. “I love you too.”
They stayed like that for a moment, very still, and peaceful, the kind of peace neither of them trusted to last.
“Being with you, Lucy,” Byron said softly, “has changed me more than I ever thought possible.”
Lucy lifted her head slightly to look at him. “How so?”
He took a breath. “The first time I ever saw you, I felt something. Not attraction, something deeper. It was like destiny grabbed me by the throat and said, this one. When I took this job, I had a choice between two contracts. For some reason, something kept pulling me here. When I finally laid eyes on you, I had… urges, yeah, but not the usual kind.” He chuckled under his breath.
“Something made me want to protect you. I couldn’t explain it. ”
Lucy smiled. “I was drawn to you too. From the start. I’ve never asked you before, after hearing everyone else’s story, maybe if its ok with you can I hear yours.”
Byron’s expression shifted. “Mine’s not that exciting, honestly.
I was just a kid when it all started. I don’t remember much of my early life.
I didn’t even realise I was different until I was sixteen.
One day I lifted a car without trying, scared the hell out of my neighbour.
” He smiled at the memory. “After that came the mind stuff, the manipulation, empathy, control. Took me years to learn boundaries with it.”
Lucy listened quietly, her thumb tracing idle circles on his chest. “What about your family?”
“They’re the original leaders of the Doves,” he said with quiet pride. “Mum and Dad. They still are amazing people. They stepped back a few years ago, left me to run the crew. Ethan’s my second in command. We’ve kept things going.”
Lucy nodded. “How did they take it? You having powers?”
Byron tilted his head, thinking. “I think they always knew. Maybe they saw things before I did. I never asked how they came to have me, though. One day I will, but you know me, Luce, I’m pretty content.”
Lucy smirked. “You? Content? That’s a stretch. How many times do you need to cum when we fuck”