Chapter 16 #2
I use my hold on her trim waist to haul her ass up into the air. Since both hands are occupied, I apply my teeth. Nipping all over each sweet curve, glorying in the little red marks I leave. She giggles and shrieks at each bite.
I pull her hips higher into the air and line up behind her on my knees. Rubbing my tip up and down her wet crease, I check in with her. “Okay, baby?”
“Okay!” she snarls.
“Good girl.” I reward her with a few more slaps over the constellation of bite marks decorating her bottom before I punch into her.
“Oh!” She jolts as I slide deep, then drops her face into the pillows.
I take her round hips in my hands and pump into her. “Yes, my baby.” I slide my hand up her back, sink my fingers into her hair, and hold her head down while I continue to fuck her. “Who has you?”
“No!” She bucks back into me, driving my cock so deep I feel resistance before I pull back. “You not—”
I slam back into her and feel her convulse around me. “Oh, I think I do. I have you and you can’t get away.”
She squeals and wriggles, but between my hand in her hair and my cock railing her into our nest, she’s caught fast.
She keeps protesting, panting, even as I feel her body clench tight, the long muscles in her thighs and back going rigid. “No-no-no! No, Maxie, no!”
“Yes, my baby. Yes, I’m fucking you and you can’t get away. You have to take that cock.”
She shrieks as she goes over the edge. “Yes!”
“That’s right.” I stretch over her back, enclosing her in my body, and pound into her, finding the rhythm I need to take me over the edge.
She stages a token resistance, struggling floppily, playing with me, heightening my sense of dominance, of mastery, as I glory in the slapping of my flesh against hers, the deep clutch of her body around mine.
Bubbles of hot sensation run down my spine, through my balls.
“I’m coming, baby,” I grit.
“No, bad, bad! Let me go!”
I growl, grabbing her, shoving her down under my body, slamming my hips into her soft ass, as I go over the edge and fill her with spurt after spurt of my release.
I collapse to my side so I don’t crush her, wrapping my arm around her hips and keeping them pinioned to mine, as I rub my thumb over the pulsing nub at the apex of her slit.
“Stop!” She growls and bats at me.
I grab her wrists with my free hand and pin them to a pillow. “You don’t tell me when to stop.”
She whines and wriggles ineffectively as I work her back up.
Something I learned in those three days when I was making all kinds of mistakes?
We can both come more than once if I stay in her after our orgasms and play with her clit.
Thrusting’s too much. It hurts when I’m soft and she gets raw.
But if I stay still and flick her bean for a few minutes, she gets tight on me again, I get hard, and we both have a magnificent second round.
It doesn’t stop her from play-fighting me, though. With her wrists pinned, she only has elbows and legs to throw at me. I nip her shoulder when an elbow gets too close to my nose and throw my leg over hers when her heel catches my shin. Her little grunts as she struggles are the cutest thing.
As she starts squeezing my cock again, I growl in her ear. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Mine-mine-mine!”
“Wrong. I’ve caught this pussy. It belongs to me.”
“You don’t own me!”
“Oh, I think I do.” I splay my hand across her softly-curved stomach, keeping up my thumb’s good work, and hook my pinkie in her belly button. Wiggling it makes her collapse into giggles. “I own every bit of you.”
“No-no-no!”
My heart still skips a beat when she tells me no, but I remind myself it’s not her safe word. We’re deep in our play here and she loves denying me, defying me, even while I’m mastering her.
“Yes.” I roll her fully onto her back, sliding my rigid cock free of her, and push her legs up over my shoulders. I press the head of my cock against the tight furl of her ass and growl in delight at her squeal.
“No!”
“Look what I’ve caught,” I growl, leaning over her, pressing her knees to her chest. She pushes and slaps at me without actually trying to get away. I nip at her throat and shoulders as I press forward.
We’re both soaked from our earlier orgasms, but I pay careful attention to how much friction there is as I push through her yielding bands of muscle. I never want to injure her. I’m still so awed and overwhelmed at the trust she shows me when she gives me her ass.
Once I’ve sunk in half-way, I check in with her. “Baby?”
She tosses her head from side to side, still sexily struggling, but stops and looks at me when she hears my tone change.
“Yes? I’z good.”
“That’s my good baby. Too much friction?”
She shakes her head, dark hair frothing. I press down over her and kiss her, lapping at her tongue, the sweet depths of her mouth.
“Such a good baby,” I say when I lift up and slide all the way in. Her body moves with me, accepting me, opening to me as I sink deep. Cynnie throws her head back and gives a soft howl.
I splay my hand behind her knees and hold them in place while returning my thumb to her clit. It’s so stimulated it’s completely out of its hood, poking up stiff between her pussy lips. I pinch it as I pump gently in her ass and grin at her squeal.
“Who owns this soft little ass?” I ask as I pinch and pump.
“Me. Mine. Not yours!” She works up to her adorable little growl.
“Oh, I think it is mine. Feels like mine when I fuck it nice and deep.” I seat myself all the way to the root. She squeezes me wildly.
“Max!”
“So good, my baby.” I give her my weight again, pressing her down, crushing my hand between our bodies, kissing and sucking her sensitive throat, her tender little ears.
Her legs jerk over my shoulders, feet wiggling.
I release her knees and capture one ankle in my hand, holding her still while I pound her ass.
She arches under me, her legs flexing, pushing me up, her free foot hooks around my neck and her absolute abandon makes me laugh as she howls through her orgasm.
I pat her clit to enhance her climax, growling at her wail.
She shakes wildly under me. Such beautiful pleasure.
Have I ever enjoyed a woman’s orgasm more?
She sags back into our nest as the ecstatic convulsions release her.
I could follow her over immediately, but why end this pleasure so soon?
I slow my strokes and focus on the sensations, the heated grip around my head and shaft, the amazing tension of her sphincter around my base, the best choke hold.
I pump in her lazily, my eyes hooded as I look down at her, impaled on my cock, sprawled across the pillows and blankets in utter abandon, her hair a black silk halo.
Her soft hands flutter up and down my torso, tracing the ridges of ribs and abs, pinching my nipples, tugging on the sparse curls of my chest hair, dipping into my belly button.
“Maxie,” she breathes.
“Yes, my baby?”
“All hot in my bottom.”
“Too much friction?” It feels perfect to me, but maybe she’s getting raw.
“No, not too much. Just all hot. Tense. Feel like I might come again.”
She’s had plenty of orgasms while I’ve been in her ass, but it’s hard for me to tell if they’re clitoral orgasms or vaginal orgasms or anal orgasms. I’m not totally sure I’ll know the difference, but her ass is very tight on me and I can feel the rhythmic squeezing of the long muscles in her ass and the backs of her thighs.
She lifts slightly to each thrust, meeting my balls and thighs as they bump into her cheeks.
“How can I help you get there, baby?”
“Keep doing that. So hot. My bottom’s all fluttery.”
“I like it when your bottom’s fluttery.” I slide my hands under her ass and get a good hold, my fingertips sinking into the sweet roundness. Her muscles clench-clench-clench against my grip.
“Ooh! Oh, oh, oh.” Her eyes widen, then narrow, then roll until I can only see the whites. Her body goes absolutely rigid under me, her legs shooting straight, back snapping into a high arch.
I pump deep and fast, letting the wild squeezing of her ass pull me up and up.
I lift her, going up on my knees for more leverage, holding her ass in the air.
She screams, her arms flinging wide and grabbing at the blankets.
She snatches a pillow and batters me around the head with it, which throws me over, laughing, roaring, coming, my body emptying in gusts of pleasure into hers.
I collapse over her, holding myself up with one hand, grabbing the pillow with the other and throwing it across the room. She blinks up at me, panting, speechless. I chuckle and kiss the tip of her nose.
“Good orgasm, baby?”
“It was in my bottom.”
“My dick is definitely in your bottom, baby.”
She slaps at my chest weakly. “Orgasm in my bottom.”
“Pretty special, huh?”
She nods and flails around limply. Chuckling, I withdraw and watch with a huge swell of animalistic pride as my cum bubbles between her ass-cheeks. I wipe her up with a towel and snug it between her legs before I roll to my side and pull her to my chest. “Don’t you move.”
“I’z not moving,” she says, flopping across my chest. “You’z sweaty.”
“I am,” I agree. “So are you, little growler.”
“I’m not a growler. I’m a bumble.”
That tickles me. “My bumble.”
She puts her fist on my breastbone and props her chin on it. “We haz serious talk now?”
I settle into our nest, sliding one hand behind my head and resting the other on her back. She giggles as she pokes my biceps.
“Sure, you first. Want to tell me why you’re kinda not sorry you made me and your family worry about you?”
She ducks her head and presses her forehead against my pec. “No. You go first.”
“Okay, can I ask you about something Jack mentioned?”
She lifts her head. “You talk to Jack about me?”
“I did,” I confirm. “Does that upset you?”
She wiggles her nose and mouth, side to side, while she considers my question. “You talk to him because you want to understand me better?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Noes. I not upset then. It’s nice you trying to understand me.”
“Jack mentioned your last daddy was very into spanking and that he gave you an orgasm after every spanking. Is that the only time he gave you orgasms?”
“Uh-huh. Daddy Isaac said I haz to feel good after I feel bad.”
“Bumble baby, do I not give you enough orgasms?”
“No, you giz me loads and loads of orgasms.”
“Then you never need to earn a punishment in order to get pleasure, okay? You never need to seek bad attention. I’ll give you all the attention in the world, Cynnie. I love playing with you. I love spending time with you. Those three days we were together, I’ve never been happier.”
“Then I ruined it,” she says, tears welling along her lash line.
I slide my hand out from under my head to wipe them away. “We both messed it up. But now we can fix it.”
“We can?”
“Of course, we can. Did you think it was ruined? Is that what you were thinking today in the park?”
She scoots up on my chest and tucks her face into my neck. “Thought this might be goodbye.”
I hug her tightly. “It’s not. Not for me. If it is for you, tell me. But it’s not for me.”
“Not for me, neither.”
“Okay, then let’s fix it, bumble baby. What do you want from me?”
“Be my daddy? The way you been today? Growly and tickly and ‘gressive.”
“I can be those things. I know I was struggling last time. I’ve thought a lot about what I did wrong, and I think . . . no, I know I can do better.” I swallow hard. “If you give me a chance.”
“I giz you a million chances.”
I chuckle, feeling the tightness in my chest that’s built since the huge release of my orgasm ease. “I might need all of them.”
“You didn’t do bad, Maxie,” she says softly, snuggling. “I’z sorry I got so mad. I don’t know what I want half the time and other half I’m ‘fraid of saying and I get so frustrated.”
I rock her in my arms. “I get frustrated, too. I’m confused and I’m afraid of scaring you off if I tell you what I want, but I didn’t tell you and you ran away anyhow.
So, I’ll make you a promise. I’ll tell you when I’m confused.
And I’ll tell you when I’m frustrated. I’ll try my best. And if you try your best, too, we’ll make it work. ”
She lifts her head and kisses my cheek. “Promise?”
“I promise, bumble baby.”
She sighs. “I like being the bumble baby.”
“I like when you call me Maxie, but I was wondering . . . if you wanted to, if you might call me daddy?”
I hold my breath. And feel like her weight on my chest has suddenly doubled when she shakes her head.
“Daddy was for Daddy Isaac and Daddy Tony. You’re not like them.
I don’t want you to be like them. I like you growly and tickly and ‘gressive and playing games and chasing me. I don’t want to go back to being the kind of little girl I was with Daddy Isaac and Daddy Tony. I want to be different with you.”
I smooth my hand down her back. “Oh. Okay.”
“You really, really want me to call you daddy?”
“No, I—” I grit my teeth and force out my honest response, not the response I think she wants to hear. “That word does things to me. It makes me feel things. It’s why I went to playgroup. I don’t want to push you to call me something that feels wrong, though.”
Cynnie’s silent for a long moment, but she doesn’t pull back or stop cuddling, so I keep holding her, stroking her back.
“Could I call you oppa? That’s kind of the same but not the same.”
I know what the word means from my visits to Japan in the service. I know Asian women call both their biological fathers and their boyfriends by that name, although I don’t know if it’s used for Daddy Doms. It doesn’t matter. I feel the same tug, the same thrill, hearing it as I do the magic word.
“Yes, baby. I’d love it if you called me oppa. When you’re ready. When you think I’ve earned it.”
She snuggles in with a happy sigh. “You’ve earned it today, Oppa.”
I close my eyes in bliss.