Chapter 14 #2
She moans as I pinch and pull her nip. “I . . . I want you to be faithful because . . . I don’t like you with other women!”
“Why not?” I prod.
“Because you—you’re mine.”
My dick jumps in my trousers. “Ah. Now there you have a strong case, Scheherazade.” I reach into her dress and play with her other nipple. “Primal possession is possibly the strongest claim in the book. Why didn’t you lead with that?”
She dashes away a tear. “It sounds so crass.”
I lick a tear off her cheek. “You don’t want to sound like a guest on The Jerry Springer Show, you mean.”
“Exactly.”
I push my thumb between her lips, waiting for her to suck me. She does so, dutifully and greedily.
“As long as you service me, Scheherazade, there will be no other women.”
Her shoulders drop.
“But was she one of your women?” she presses.
I pause for effect, since I want her to believe me. “Never.”
Her body relaxes a bit more. “But she’d like to be.”
I smile. “I’m not firing her, Iona. She knows too much, is too capable. I’d have to train in someone completely new, and it’d take months. You’ll have to trust me.” I strum a nipple, making her gasp. “Do you trust me?”
“Aye,” she agrees reluctantly. “Though I can’t say the same of her.”
“She’s awright. Now let’s stop talking about her and return to us.” As Nickelback’s Something in Your Mouth comes on over the speakers, I have an idea. “We’ll leave in fifteen.”
“Then I’d like to use the loo.”
“Go now. But put the dildo back in when you’re through.” I slide out of the booth, watching her weave her way through the crowd toward the toilet.
I call Draven. “Why’d you send Galiene my way?”
“She said it was urgent and she couldn’t reach you.”
“Next time text me.”
“I did.”
I check my phone and see that he did. “Awright. It’s fine. I don’t need you for the rest of the night. Go off and find a London lassie.”
He chuffs a laugh. “As if. You know the only woman I want is back in Dundee.”
“She’s a fool for not wanting you. Move on, lad.”
“Hmm.” He’ll never give up, and we both know it.
We ring off just as Iona returns, and I lead her up the steps to the street, hailing a taxi.
Once we’re settled inside and I’ve given the driver our address, Iona looks at me questioningly. “Where’s Draven?”
I reach over and fist her hair. “Kneel between my legs and free my cock.”
Her breath catches, and her gaze drops to the outsized bulge in my trousers. Then she looks toward the driver.
“He’s seen worse.” I give her head a sharp tug.
Licking her lips, she drops to her knees, shuffles over, and undresses my lower half, dragging my trousers and boxer briefs to my ankles. Her lips part as she views my cock raging against my abdomen.
As she takes it in her hands, I turn on the dildo, clit stimulator, and anal plug all at once. She convulses and reflexively squeezes my dick, making me leak more pre-cum.
“Leith!” she cries hoarsely under her breath.
I cup her chin. “Don’t come, Iona. I’ll know if you do, and I’ll punish you. Now, please me.”
Her hips swivel involuntarily as she swirls her tongue about my head and swallows my crown. I groan, gathering her hair in one hand and stroking her cheek with my knuckles.
“That’s it, Flame. Take it all like a good girl.” I rock my hips up into her mouth while holding her head steady, forcing more of my cock down her throat.
She’s narrow, slick, and deep, almost as delectable like this as when I’m in her pussy.
Her teeth graze my shaft on the upstroke just enough to drive me insane, and her tongue zigzags across my underside on the way down.
The back of her throat ejects me, but I push back in, relishing the feel of her gag reflex, the choking sound she makes, and the saliva dribbling out of the corners of her mouth.
The more I force myself down her throat, the more fiercely tears flood her cheeks.
She’s a sight to behold, and I tap my phone, turning up all the vibrators on full force.
A muffled groan sounds around my cock, and her eyelids droop. She’s finding it hard not to come, with all this stimulation. No doubt her pussy aches with need, her nipples chafe painfully, and her swollen clit pounds.
I smile at her discomfort, pinching her nose to take away her air supply.
Her eyes bug out, and she claws at my forearm for oxygen.
And still I thrust into her mouth, fucking her face with brutal strokes that expand my girth and raise my balls, bringing me closer to release.
I’m her king—fuck, I might as well be the king, with Iona worshipping me like a slave in the back of a taxi.
I’m on top of the world, and nothing can stop me.
My balls tighten, draw up against my groin, and unload their contents into my shaft.
Pulling out halfway, I release her nose and come down her throat.
An explosion of heat in my core rushes up my spine and curls around my neck, making me nearly pass out.
Closing my eyes, I see nothing but white light and whiter snow.
It’s the kind of ecstasy reserved for apotheoses and rebirths.
“Fuck!” I make a few more imprecise half-thrusts in her mouth, then pull out. I pat her cheek and turn off the vibrators. “Hold it on your tongue and continue kneeling until we arrive.”
I tuck myself back into my clothes, enjoying the heave of her breasts in the dress and the sheen of sweat on her temples. She’s turned on to an extreme but can’t get off.
“That last one was your punishment for trying to prank me on social media.” I brush a matted lock of hair from her face. “You’ve now redeemed yourself.”
Hope blooms in her eyes, and I know she’s wondering if she’ll be able to come before we go to bed.
When the taxi pulls over, I nod to her. “You may swallow.”
My spend slowly works its way down her throat as I pay the driver.
I slide out and help her from the car. Since she wobbles on her feet, I grab her waist to keep her upright.
Leading her upstairs, I flick on the bedroom light and close the door.
I walk her over to the mirror, stand behind her, and unfasten her halter, pulling the dress over her head.
I brush her nipples with my thumbs. “Next time you’ll wear nipple clamps.”
She jerks with alarm. “Vibrating?”
I smile. “And controlled remotely.”
She shudders with relief as I remove first the anal plug, then the dildo and clit stimulator. I slap her wet pussy three times, and she cries out.
“Face down over the armrest,” I command.
When she’s bent over the armchair, I shed my slacks and boxer briefs. Just the sight of her curvaceous back has me hard again. Straddling her from behind, I lance her clean through. Her whimper expresses relief, longing, and need.
“You’ve been so good all evening, you deserve a reward.” I slap her buttocks each time I pull out before plowing deep. “Don’t come till I say.”
Over and over I rail her, my cock growing larger with each feral thrust.
At last I pull out. “Come for me, Iona.” I buck into her, and she opens her mouth on a scream, closing my cock in a stranglehold.
Extreme rapture pours over me like liquid fire, and I bellow from its intensity. My pleasure is no less sweet for having come three times in as many hours. Obviously my cock can’t get enough of Iona’s mouth and pussy.
I pull out and step back, already regretting that we’ll be cleaning up my cum from her thighs. “Time for a bath.”
After all she’s been through, she deserves aftercare.
* * *
I jerk upright in my bed, my breathing erratic. I heard something, and I think it was the door. I stare at it in the darkness, resolving the round, light object into the doorknob. Sure enough, the knob begins to turn slowly, and the door eases open.
“Who’s there?” I call out.
“Shh, lad, it’s me.” Annand places a crooked finger over his dark beard. “Lie down.”
Why is he here now? Shivers skitter down my arms, and my heart drums in my chest.
Dressed in cotton pajamas with no slippers, he closes the door, leaving us in darkness. But I can still make out his shape by the shaft of light from the street lamp outside. He steals across the floor with surprising quickness for his age.
He stands over me beside my bed, a strange leer on his face. “Noo, son, pull aside your covers and let me see what you look like.”
I sleep in nowt but my pants and a T-shirt. “No.” I shake my head. This is all wrong.
He wrestles the covers from me and whips them off. I duck under him and run to the door, but he’s locked it.
“Lie down, boy!” he orders, bearing down on me. “I’m gaun to touch you. And ye’re gaun to lie absolutely still.”
“No!” I scream, even as he grabs my arm and slams me against the door with surprising strength.
He takes hold of my willy through my pants and squeezes it. “Doesn’t that feel good?” He gives it a few pumps. “Don’t you want to come, lad?”
I shake my head so violently I nearly pass out. “No!”
He backhands me across the face. “Liar. I’ll teach you to like it. And you’ll do the same for me. Won’t you, son?”
I scream bloody murder, but he claps a hand over my mouth, muffling me.
* * *
I thrash about, waking myself up with my grunts and cries. Iona lies on the opposite side of the bed looking at me with wide eyes. I have the feeling I pushed her across with all my flailing about.
“Are you okay?” Fear and sympathy commingle in her expression, which I make out in the first light of dawn. “You were having a nightmare.”
It was more than that and less terrifying than reality.
Disgusted with myself, I turn away so she can’t see my face. “It’s nowt.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” I feel her scooching closer behind me.
“No.” To talk about it is to acknowledge its power and my own weakness. To confide in her is to lower my defenses before the enemy.
“Can I make you some chamomile tea to settle you back asleep?”
“No.” I don’t want her pity or her help. “Sorry I woke you.”
“Sometimes I have nightmares about That Night.” She sounds as if she’s lying on her back looking up at the ceiling. “I listen to music to get back to sleep.”
I consider this. “I don’t mind if you put something on.”
The bed shifts as she taps through her phone, and the soft sounds of Spanish guitar pour out.
“I love this album,” she offers softly. “This song is Alirio Diaz playing Sojo: Guaso. Classical guitar always calms me.”
I appreciate that she doesn’t try to comfort me, touch me, or quiz me, as those are the last things I crave.
My last thought as I drift off is that I’m grateful to have her warm, solid presence beside me.