45. Forty-five
Forty-five
Ainsley
P ayton kisses me hard, his hands roaming my body and painting me with our release. I smile, close my eyes, and tip my head back against his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his fingers coasting over my skin. He really loves this part of sex, marking me as his in such a primal way. It makes me feel closer to him. Wanted, cherished, needed. His.
“Don’t you fucking fall asleep on me, Princess. This ass is mine to take. We’re still warming up.” He pumps his hips and I can feel his dick hardening again inside me.
My eyes snap open. Seriously? This man.
“You’ve come twice already. How are you going to go a third round so soon? Don’t you need a nap? Some water? You’re a decade older than me, after all,” I tease, trying to hide the smile that wants to take over my face.
“I’ve fucked your face, spanked your ass, and choked you to orgasm and you’re still a brat,” he muses in my ear, his Daddy voice sending shivers racing down my arms. “What’s it going to take to tame you?”
“You’ll never tame me,” I taunt, wanting to push him to see what else he’ll introduce in his quest to see me tamed.
He bites my neck right where it meets my shoulder and sucks, the sensation lighting me up and turning me liquid in his arms. I mewl and shudder in his hold.
“I love your wild spirit, Spitfire. I want you bratty and mean and yourself,” he says quietly in my ear, soothing the spot he bit with a gentle finger. “I also want you vulnerable and raw and open with me so I can take care of your every need. Don’t keep me out with the bratty attitude when you need me the most.”
An unexpected prick of tears hits me and I blink quickly. I push off of him and turn so we can be eye-to-eye. He sits back on his heels, watching me carefully, probably thinking I’m about to freak out. I take his hands and lace our fingers to reassure him I’m not.
“I’m yours, Payton Olsen. Every part of me, every need, everything I could hope for, is yours. It’s not easy to open up and be as vulnerable as you want me to be, but I’m trying, and you seem to have a way of getting me there.” I stop and swallow hard, about to give him a deep truth I’m not sure I should expose because it’s one of my biggest fears. “You’re getting my clingy, obsessive, attached, insecure side that thinks you’ll get tired of me or find someone better. So if I have to be open, you have to be okay with me being needy as fuck. I need constant reassurance that I’m not too much and you actually like me when my brain is telling me that I’m annoying and you’re only with me because you feel bad for me or something equally as pathetic.”
His eyes soften and he huffs a laugh. “That’s it?”
“Don’t laugh at me,” I say quietly, hurt spiking in my chest at his cavalier response to spilling the rawest parts of myself.
“I’m not laughing, I’m relieved.” He leans forward and kisses me before pulling back and capturing my face in his hands. “It’s fucking music to my goddamn ears, Princess. Everything you just said makes you even more perfect for me. Give me all of your clinginess. I want you stuck to me like the cute little koala bear you are. Don't you ever let go and you better fucking come to me when you need attention, reassurance, love, hugs, food, coffee, and to hear what a good girl or a filthy slut you are.”
“It’s not too much?” I cup my hands over his and voice my most vulnerable thoughts.
“If anyone thinks you’re too much, they can fucking go find less, because you’re a dream come true to me. You’re the other side of the coin to my desire to care for and see all of your needs met. You’re the lighthouse that sets my course and tells me what’s needed, whether it’s full steam ahead or slow going. Right now it’s time to fill you up. Lie back and spread your legs for me so I can show you just how much I want my favorite set of holes dripping with my cum.”
I giggle, scooting to the head of the bed, lying against the pillows. Instead of coming for me, he goes to the dresser and opens a drawer. I immediately think of the paddle and the flogger from the last time he opened a drawer over there. He has toy hidey-holes all over this room that I really need to explore to take a full inventory. When he turns back around, he’s holding a big pink vibrator. I blink and open my mouth, ready to object. This man is full of surprises and I’m not sure how I feel about this one.
“If you’ve used that on someone else you’re not coming near my pussy with it,” I warn, sitting up, instantly on edge.
“Relax, Spitfire, all of my toys are new and purchased just for you, that’s why it’s pink. You’re the only one I’ve played with here, and it’s been a long time since I’ve played at all. I’m going to fuck that tight ass and you're going to fuck yourself with this. When you come apart with both holes filled, it’ll be out of this world.”
My whole body flushes at his description and plans for me. He crawls onto the bed, reaching between my legs and tugging on the plug that I’ve forgotten about entirely at this point. It felt really good to have something to clench around when he was spanking me, and I felt fuller while he was fucking me, but I think I’m in for something entirely different, now.
“Breathe and relax for me, Princess.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, allowing my body to relax as instructed. He pulls the plug free, leaving me suddenly empty.
“Please, I need you,” I whine and reach for him, the desire to feel him inside me taking over.
“You’re such a good little whore, begging for my cock. I’ll make it all better and fill your ass the way you need.”
I toss my head back and moan, still not sure why his words set my pussy pulsing with need instead of infuriating me, but I embrace it and widen my knees in invitation. “Fuck me, Daddy, please.”
A cool drizzle of liquid hits my pussy and drips down my slit. Payton’s fingers work the lube through my center and into my ass, pressing in first one, then two fingers, and scissoring them as he spreads the lube where he needs it. He’s stretching me, getting me ready to take him, and it’s erotic as hell the way he preps me, praising me continuously with how good I’m taking him, how amazing I feel, and how badly he wants me. I’m going crazy with desire, my hips rocking against his hand, begging for him shamelessly. This is so far from the one time I’ve had any butt play, and I like it so much more.
“Use your words if you need to stop at any time. You’ll feel pressure and it might be a little uncomfortable at first. I’m bigger than the plug and my fingers.” He strokes his cock with a lubed hand, his fingers moving over the piercings I like so much.
“I don’t care, fuck me, now,” I beg.
He chuckles, handing me the vibrator and turning it on to a steady vibration setting. “Put that on your clit until I’m inside, then fuck yourself with it and see what you think.”
I eagerly press the vibrator to my clit and jump slightly as his cock nudges against my ass. I relax, which lets him in. My eyes roll closed from the delicious pressure as he rocks into me, filling me inch by inch and stealing my breath. I feel each of his piercings stroking along my walls as my body hugs him tightly. When he moves, fireworks pop behind my lids. I'm so full and he's still pressing into me. I don't know if I can do this. I whine and shake, my eyes closing tightly as sweat beads on my forehead.
"I'm halfway, Princess. You can take me. Breathe, baby."
Halfway? Holy shit. He's going to split me in half. My toes are curling and I focus on the vibrator and what I like. It's not unpleasant, it's just different. I like giving Payton one more part of me, and it does feel good now that I've made it past the point where it feels like my body wants to push him out. Actually, oh yeah, that feels really fucking good now.
I cry out, my orgasm detonating unexpectedly from the vibrator stimulation and having my ass so impossibly full. He grips my hips, swearing as my body squeezes him over and over. I’m euphoric, my mind and body on another level, disconnected, and floaty. This is amazing, the best I’ve ever felt. I’ve fully surrendered my control and feel completely at peace.
“Yes baby, I’m proud of you. You feel so fucking good like this, stretching around my cock, taking every inch of me, and loving it like the dirty whore you are.”
Payton moves my hand with the vibrator to my center and lines it up so I can press it inside as well. It’s harder to take the vibrator now that Payton is filling my ass, but slowly I work it in and now I know the meaning of full. Jesus, fuck. I pant and whimper, looking up at him for guidance.
“You’re such a good slut, letting me use both your holes any way I want. Fuck yourself, Princess, show me how you make yourself feel good.”
My brain short circuits between the words and his commands, and I do it, fucking myself on the vibrator as he takes up an alternating pace. Oh God, this is too much, I can’t handle it. There’s so much stimulation, I’m so full, there are too many sensations. I consider telling him to stop, that I can't take it, when he shifts and hits a spot inside me that pushes me to the brink, I tip over, gasping.
“Fuck, Payton, oh my God, I can't stop, I’m coming!” I scream, clenching both him and the vibrator, my body locked up in ecstasy.
I writhe, my body no longer under my control. He roughly slams me onto his cock, and it prolongs the release, my cries continuing as he works me over. He lifts my hips and pumps into my ass, his balls slapping with the force.
“Come for me once more,” he commands, his voice tight with restraint.
“I can’t,” I whimper, tears filling my eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. It feels so good but it’s too much.
“You can take it. You’re made for this. You’re my personal cocksleeve and I love watching you come. Don’t make me ask again. You’re going to fall apart and this ass is going to siphon my cum so you can be full of me in all your beautiful holes.” He moves a hand to my clit and presses down, circling with two fingers as he continues to fuck me.
His commanding tone and filthy words do it, sending me over the edge another time, screaming my pleasure to the ceiling as he groans and tumbles headfirst with me. Feeling him spill inside my ass as my core clenches around him and the vibrator is on another level of pleasure and it rockets another orgasm through me. I can’t breathe through this one, it locks my limbs and holds me captive with rapture. My vision darkens and sparks ignite behind my tightly shut lids.
The next thing I know, warm water hits my back, rousing me. I blink and look up, cradled against Payton's chest. He’s holding me like a baby in the shower and smiling down at me in the happiest way. The big, sappy man.
“There’s my girl. You came so hard you passed out and almost took me with you. I don’t think my cock has ever been gripped that hard before. If I wasn’t already stupidly in love with you, I would be, now.”
I laugh quietly and lean my head against his shoulder, exhausted and still feeling floaty. Between the emotional toll of the day, the margaritas, and the marathon sex, I’m ready to pass out for real. I feel light as a feather in his big arms and my head doesn’t feel connected to my body at all. It’s so nice to not think. My mouth doesn’t have a filter for my thoughts that spill out.
“It’s your magical ribbed-for-my-pleasure cock and that dirty mouth of yours. I’m so glad I took them off the bench after all.”
Payton laughs, the sound rumbling against my ear. It’s funny how something that annoyed me months ago now sounds like home. I sigh and snuggle into his chest, kissing his beautifully sculpted pec.
“I’m going to put you on your feet, but you’re going to hold onto me. The amount of endorphins you’re high on is enough to take down an elephant. Subspace is all sorts of fun, but let’s get you back to baseline, Princess.”
He gently sets my legs down and wraps my arms around his waist. I close my eyes and hold him as he runs water over my head and down my body. He shampoos my hair, taking time to massage my scalp until goosebumps line my skin and my knees weaken. He rinses it out and turns us so he can run conditioner through the long strands, his strong fingers combing through any knots he finds. While the conditioner sits in my hair, he soaps up a sponge with my vanilla body wash and gently scrubs my entire body. He takes extra care around my core, and I have half a thought that I should be embarrassed that a man is soaping up my pussy and ass. I giggle when I remember that he had his mouth, fingers, and cock in those holes not that long ago, and I was perfectly happy about it, so cleaning that area shouldn’t bother me now.
He takes a moment to soap himself up and rinses us both off before turning off the water. I get lost in his stunning ocean-blue eyes and the water glistening against his golden skin. He seems to shimmer, cut like a sea god of ancient times, ready for worship from a mortal like me.
“I love you.” I sigh, feeling drunk on the feeling. It’s so strong there’s no stopping the words that tumble out of me. “You're so gorgeous. And so nice. Why do you even like me?”
Payton frowns as he wraps me in a fluffy white towel and begins to dry my hair with another. “You shouldn’t be questioning my love, but I’ll indulge you anyway.” He kisses my nose as he picks me up and walks me out of the shower. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, perfect for me in every way, and you didn’t want anything to do with me.”
He sets me on the vanity and opens the drawer where I keep my skincare, then pulls out the various bottles and jars of the steps I repeat nightly. He begins applying the serums and creams for me. I smile under his ministrations, not at all surprised by his actions. This is Payton Olsen at his happiest, a caregiver through and through. I’m a lucky bitch to be on the receiving end of his love, even if I don’t fully understand why he’d choose me, a standoffish, prickly, mean woman who did everything in my power to push him away.
“You made me work for your affection. I had to earn your love, which makes it even better. You fit with me. Not just with my unique desires in the bedroom, or physically, but the way I want my life to be. You challenge me to do and be better, to think about things differently, to consider the way my intentions appear, and the reality of what my actions look like.” He puts the bottles away and gets my brush out next, spraying a leave-in conditioner into my hair before he brushes it out because he’s observant and knows every step I take and will follow them to the letter now.
“Oh, is that all?” I deadpan, overwhelmed by his sentiments despite asking for just that.
He boops me gently on the nose with the brush before scooping me up and taking me into the bedroom where he deposits me on the bed. He disappears into the closet. When he returns, he’s in loose shorts and carries the super soft MIT T-shirt I love. It’s perfectly worn in, fits me like a dress, and always smells like him even when it’s been washed. He slips it over my head and tucks me into bed. I watch contentedly as he leaves the room, his back flexing and his incredible ass on display for a moment before he disappears. He comes back a few minutes later with a plate of food and bottles, crawls in beside me and pulls me close.
“You were so beautiful coming apart tonight. Drink this.”
He untwists the cap from a bottle of blue Gatorade and hands it to me. I dutifully take it and realize how thirsty I am when it tastes like the most amazing thing ever.
“You weren’t fighting me as much, letting me take you where you needed to go.” He hands me a chocolate cupcake next and I laugh.
“Am I being rewarded with tasty treats for coming so hard I passed out?”
“Honey, this is aftercare, it’s a necessary part of bringing you down from that fun, floaty subspace you drifted off to before you passed out and came back to me in the shower.”
I’ve read about subspace—something that can be experienced as feeling floaty or high on endorphins from the pleasure of sex, the rush of a scene, or the pain of an impact session. I never thought I’d get there, but that’s exactly what it felt like. Payton is bringing my endorphin levels back to baseline so I don’t experience the negatives of too much oxytocin, endorphins, and adrenaline flooding my system only to be left depleted and feeling like shit later, which is subdrop. He’s such a good Daddy.
I enjoy my cupcake and Gatorade while he massages my scalp and gently runs his fingers along the neck of my shirt. I’m not even surprised when the doorbell rings a short while later and he leaves me in bed to get the food delivery he ordered. Of course he did. He always considers all of my needs, sustenance beyond chocolate at the top of the list.