Chapter 38
There is a light knock at the door, and I look up from my book.
To my surprise it’s Tom. He usually watches me when one of the other men is playing with me.
I wonder why he’s here. I’m curled up on his chair, this should be interesting, I wonder if he’ll talk to me.
Am I allowed to say hello or is that breaking the no talking to Tom rule? I wonder.
I am about to slide past him and go back to my bed when a thick hand grabs my arm roughly just below the shoulder. I grind to a quick halt. I look at his hand gripping me tightly and then follow it up his tattooed arm into his heated angry stare. Is he angry that I was sitting in his chair?
“I’m sorry, I won’t sit there again,” I babble in reply as my heart begins to thump loudly in my chest.
Tom narrows his eyes, and I get the impression it’s not the chair he’s angry about.
His eyes lower to my mouth and back to my eyes again.
Energy bristles between us and I feel the atmosphere around us darken as if it’s sucking in a breath in anticipation.
There is no movement on Tom’s face, he wears a mask of stone half hidden with his beard—only his green eyes stare back at me and that’s enough for me to draw in a breath of fear.
What is he going to do now he’s touching me?
As though reading my mind, Tom guides me back to the bed, his hand clasping painfully around my arm.
I bump into the bed with my thighs when I get there, and he spins me to face the bed and pushes my face into the covers.
Not a word or a single sound comes from him.
Today he watched Dr Jack give me a check-up and Cook lose control. Has he lost control also?
I dare not look but I can see in the reflection of the one-way glass as Tom pulls his black fitted t-shirt over his head to reveal a torso covered in tribal tattoos.
I hear his belt buckle open along with a zip and he must be pulling off his jeans and boxers.
Then I hear the very familiar sounds of the lube bottle and feel a thick finger nudging at my back hole.
I clench initially, Is Tom going to hate-fuck my arse?
Will I need to use my safe word? Can I trust him?
Although the finger is thick, it is gentle even as it forces its way passed my tight muscles and up to the knuckle as another one joins the first. Tom plunges his fingers in and out of me languidly, slowly enough that it actually feels nice.
Nothing like how his eyes conveyed their anger. Was it passion I mistook for anger?
I begin to moan as I relax into his fingers that are filling my back hole so well.
I reach down under my body to roll my fingers over my clit, making Tom’s fingers feel a thousand times better.
I move my arse back onto his fingers, silently asking for more.
Tom reads my movements and gently withdraws his fingers.
I feel the loss of him and begin to turn my head when I feel the tip of his meaty cock replace where his fingers had just been.
He’s not going to fit, I begin to panic; he’s going to tear me in two.
Tom reaches around and picks up my hand and places two fingers over mine, joining me in rubbing slow circles around my clit until he can feel my body relax against him and he uses the other hand to hold his cock at my back hole.
I am tight and it takes all the focus in the world to relax and not clench my arsehole to avoid his entry.
But a part of me wants to do this, wants to let him have me like this.
He’s making me feel good and not once has he done anything to hurt me.
He slides a fraction further into my arse, the burn overwhelming as I hiss in a breath.
He continues to hold his fingers over mine, ensuring I continue rubbing my clit as he nudges inside of me, gently but confidently requiring me to let him in and accommodate the girth of him.
When I guess he must be halfway in, he leaves my massaging hand alone and places his onto my hip for leverage as he begins to oh so gently move in and out, only fractions at a time but they begin to feel good, good enough for more.
“Yesss,” I moan, a sign he takes to put a bit more pressure behind his hips and delve deeper into my depths. I remember now why I love anal sex so much. It feels so fucking good being filled like this. So dirty and wrong, but it sparks my clit like nothing else.
Tom is bending his legs to fit into me, I am on my tiptoes pressed down against the bed.
I can feel my orgasm building as I work my clit furiously.
I decide to risk breaking the rules and turn my face to the side to say, “Will you come in my arse Tom, fill me to the hilt with your seed? I want you to come so deep I feel you for the rest of the evening.” At that thought, his thrusts and my rubbing, tip me over the edge and into an oblivion.
“Tom!” I gasp as I come undone and shiver around his cock.
He lifts my hips higher forcing me to take my weight onto my forearms feeling the burn in my core like I’m planking as Tom unleashes with ferocious fucking, deep into my arse before he detonates and says the only words he’s spoken so far today, “Fuck Roxy, fuck your arsehole is milking me for everything I have got for you!” I can hear the intensity of arousal in his gruff voice and I feel him pulse as he holds me still until his orgasm has subsided before gently lowering my feet to the floor, bending his knees behind me and slowly sliding himself out as a gush of wetness follows him.
He doesn’t leave me as I expect. Instead, he places butterfly soft kisses along my shoulders that send a flurry into my core. Who is this complex quiet hulk of a man? I wonder. “Stay,” he mutters into my ear before moving away and into the bathroom.
When he returns, he wipes up the come dripping down my thighs and then I hear a lid and some cooling cream being applied to my back hole soothing it so much it makes me purr. I look to the side and see him screwing the cap back on a jar of Happie Holl which makes me giggle.
Tom then tenderly flips me over and lays me down in the centre of my pillows, his cock at full mast again as he uncaps a bottle of clear liquid which he squirts into his palms, situates himself near the bottom of the bed and begins to massage my feet.
So help me god, have I died and gone to heaven?
I must have nodded off because when I open my eyes I’m alone in the room. How long was I asleep? I wonder. I didn’t get to say goodbye or thank you to Tom. I look over to the table next to my bed and see a single red rose.
Having no idea of time, I use the bathroom and climb back into the chair to read, the slight twinge in my arse causing me to smile as I sit down.
When my stomach starts to rumble, Cook enters the room as if he were listening out for it.
He feeds me and strokes me and lets me lie on his chest as he rubs the food down in my stomach.
His clever hands give me one more orgasm before he kisses me slowly and leaves me to get ready for the night.
I fall asleep easily, closing my eyes and thinking of all the men I’ve had today and all the men I’ll take tomorrow. I could get used to this kind of life… Couldn’t I?