by Lilly Black
"Yes, Dani, I need him," Liana said with an irritated tone because she knew what Dani was getting at. "But if you're worried about him, you're welcome to tag along."
"No, thank you."
"That's what I thought," Liana said, and Dani snarled as she left the cabin, planning to see if Olivia would override General Navarro.
Liana locked the door behind Dani, then she looked at her watch and smiled. It was dark outside already, and Aiden would be home from his shift at the gate soon. With plans for him, she grabbed her robe and headed into the bathroom for a shower, stopping to watch herself undress in front of the mirror. With her top and bra off, she liked what she saw. Her breasts sat high and round with petite, peach-colored dots when she was excited or cold, and her bronze skin was flawless, not a single blemish or even a mole or freckle. From the waist up, Liana looked like a curvaceous centerfold whose pictures wouldn't even need retouching, and as long as she kept her pants on, she could pretend that she was the perfect woman that Aiden deserved.
She turned sideways, then she spun around and bent down, looking back over her shoulder to see her ass in her jeans. There was so much she would do if she had nothing to hide, but she couldn't shower or have sex with her jeans on. Eventually, the illusion would dissolve, and she would have to acknowledge the flaws that stood between her and her desires.
But tonight she wasn't going to let it make her sad. Tonight she was hoping to bring up BDSM again with Aiden. She probably wouldn't be able to talk him into trying it immediately, but she needed to know he was at least considering it. Ever since that new toy made contact with her clit, all she could think about was him on his knees before her, and she was suddenly lost in the moment, imagining what it would be like to look down and see his beautiful face between her legs, his eyes blindfolded, his mouth pressed into her, swirling his smooth, wet tongue over her most sensitive flesh. She caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror, her cheeks flushed, and she realized if she didn't get into a cold shower quick, she was going to end up taking care of herself before Aiden even had a chance.
Or I could just make the water warm and pull down that detachable showerhead, she thought, knowing no matter what happened tonight, it wouldn't be what she really wanted. It was times like these when she missed being in an exclusive relationship with Bob. He didn't care that she wasn't perfect, and he worshipped her clit on demand.
"What are you doing up there?" Alek demanded as he yanked Noah down from his perch atop the trash bin outside Liana's back window. It was a long, narrow pane high on the bathroom wall designed to let in light without anyone seeing through it...unless, of course, they dragged a garbage can around the side of the cabin.
"I thought I heard something inside. I wanted to make sure she was alright," Noah insisted, but when Alek recognized the sound of the water turning on in the shower inside, he knew exactly what was going on.
"You little, fucking liar! You were peeping," he said as he smacked him in the back of the head.
"I'm sorry! Please don't tell my mom," he begged.
"What I should do is kick your ass," Alek said as he dragged him by the arm down Liana's driveway. "Women aren't objects. You don't get to look in their windows and watch them undress."
"I know. You're right. I'm sorry," Noah said, and when Alek saw how ashamed he was, the reality of the situation dawned on him. Noah wasn't ashamed of what he did for the right reasons. He was ashamed because all of his life, it had been drilled into his head that his natural, sexual impulses made him a bad person. Alek sighed.
"Come with me," he ordered the boy, leading him toward the lodge.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Set your ass straight," Alek said, and though Noah was terrified of what that meant, his training not to resist authority compelled him to follow even when Alek let go of his arm. All the way down the hill, through the lodge, and into Olivia's office, he felt like he might piss himself, then when Alek told him to sit and wait, he spent that time trying to come up with a good excuse rather than risk having to face the shame of his behavior.
But Alek didn't plan to shame him. He actually went into Olivia's bedroom looking for something he thought would help. He went through Reid's drawers and his side of the closet, and he finally found a small stack of magazines under a pile of blankets on the top shelf. They were pretty dated, but after Alek leafed through and found that they contained only tasteful nudes with no gynecological shots, he decided they would do. On the way back to the office, he went to the nightstand, hoping to find a new bottle of lube, and when he opened the drawer, he saw Olivia's journal laying there. He paused, his curiosity overwhelming him, but he forced himself to grab the lube instead, hurrying back into the office as he tried to put the journal out of his mind.
"Here," he said to Noah as he handed him the magazines.
"What the..." the boy trailed off, completely confused.
"Let's be clear. I'm not rewarding your behavior. What you did was wrong, and I don't ever want to hear of you doing that again," Alek said, sitting down in the chair opposite him. "However... It's normal and natural to be curious about women's bodies, and after you look at these, it's normal and natural to take care of yourself if you need to. And use this, not your mother's moisturizer." He placed the lube atop the stack of magazines, and Noah blushed, staring at the ground as Alek continued.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting to see naked women, but you only get to look at naked women who want you to look at them. The women in these magazines posed for these pictures. Ms. Navarro was having a private moment in her bathroom. Watching her through her window was completely unacceptable, and you will be in serious trouble if there's a next time. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir," Noah said.
"Good," he said, then he softened his approach. "Look, Noah, you're going through puberty, and the urges you're feeling are not a sin, no matter what anyone has told you. What would be a sin is letting those urges hurt other people, and if Ms. Navarro knew what you had done, she'd be hurt and embarrassed. I'm not going to tell her, but I need to know that you've learned your lesson."
"I have, sir. I swear. I'll never do it again."
"You're a good kid, Noah," Alek said. "You just need some guidance, so if you have any questions about women or sex or anything at all, you come to me, okay?"
"Really?"
"Really."
"Thank you, Mr. Hellström."
"Alek," he corrected him as he emptied a box that was sitting on the bookshelf with old mail in it, placing the magazines inside, then he grabbed a few gardening catalogs from Olivia's desk and put them on the top as cover.
"Thanks, Alek," Noah said, trying to mask the excitement in his voice.
"Do not let your mother find these," Alek instructed as he handed Noah the box. "Or your little brothers."
"Yes, sir," he said with a sincere nod of his head, and Alek smiled, amazed by how resilient the kid was after what he had been through less than two weeks earlier. As Noah left, trying to figure out where he should hide his new treasure, Alek returned to the bedroom with his mind on his own idea of treasure - Olivia's journal. It hadn't left his thoughts for second after he saw it, and Olivia and Evil were at the back gate tonight and shouldn't be home for at least an hour. He knew it was wrong, but once he flipped it open and the word cock jumped right off the page at him, the temptation to read it was too great.
Olivia's Journal
July 27
The new strap-on I ordered came in today. Reid would kill me if he knew I was telling you about this. That's the one thing we do that freaks him out, even though he loves it. He's so afraid of what someone might think of him because of it, which is silly. If they've ever experienced it themselves, they'd completely understand, and if they haven't, I feel sorry for them. I feel sorry for the woman they're with too. I don't like being the only one to come out of the bedroom utterly fucked stupid. It doesn't seem fair that I get orgasms in the double digits to every one Rei
d gets, but toys like this little, latex baby level the playing field.
Last night when Reid got out of the shower, I was waiting for him with my new acquisition on the nightstand. It was a red, jelly cock that pops onto a knob on the front of the harness using a powder lubricant, which makes it so much easier to switch out toys than the kind I used to have with a pouch, not that I switch much. He seems to prefer the smallest cocks I can find, but that's something I think this new harness will help with. What I really want is to make a mold of Reid's own cock and fuck him with it. He's afraid it will be too much, but he's wrong because it's perfect.
This little red dick is smaller than the real thing though a bit larger than the last toy I used on him. I didn't think he would notice, but when he walked in the room with his towel around his hips, it was the first thing on his mind.
"You're not using that on me!" he said, his eyes wide.
"What's the problem?" I taunted him.
"It's way the fuck bigger than the purple one."
"Half an inch, princess," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Don't call me that," he growled as he climbed onto the bed and pinned me beneath him.
"Then don't be a pussy," I accused him.
"Pussies aren't weak, Olivia," he said, reaching between my legs and taking hold of mine. Wet already as I lay here thinking about what was to come, he easily slipped two fingers inside me to the hilt, curving them toward the front and pressing against my mound with his thumb. "This one isn't weak. It can take everything I give it."
He pulled back, and thrust into me, and I moaned as his thumb slipped lower and began massaging my clit. His mouth closed over mine, attacking me with his tongue and his hand at the same time. When he finally pulled back and released his grip on me, I took in a breath to speak, to push the issue of the new, red dick, yet nothing came out, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.
"That's what I thought," he said, and he grabbed my hands, pinning them beside my head and shoving his cock inside me, so hard he needed no help to guide him.
"Oh, God!" I cried as his smooth, steely flesh glided over hyper-sensitive nerve endings, building rapidly on what he had started with his fingers. Knowing what I like, he sped up quickly, and with my legs wrapped around his and my fingernails digging into the back of his hands, he effortlessly drove me to the first of many exquisite releases.
I called his name. I shuddered and tensed. I sank my teeth into his neck. And he fucked me, over and over, slowing down when he made me come, pulling out and teasing me so he could last. I had planned to be in control and use my new toy tonight, but I wasn't in control of anything as I lay there drowning in my own endorphins. And Reid wasn't even close to finished with me.
He stood up, wrapped his hands around my ankles, and dragged me to the foot of the bed. I breathed the word yes, knowing what was coming. I just didn't know exactly how he planned to do it. He fell to his knees, and when he had me on the bed's edge, he put my legs on his shoulders and leaned back, pulling me to the floor to straddle his face.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned as I felt the first, delicate swish of his warm, wet tongue on my clit. He had been a master of this act before we met, but in the last fifteen years, he had learned to play my body like a fucking virtuoso, starting slow and soft before attacking me with a force that seemed unsustainable. Yet he could keep it up as long as I needed, flickering rapidly over me as my body began to quiver. Weak, I leaned back, resting one hand against his knee as he worshipped me, his eyes closed, his lips hiding the extraordinary skill that was threatening to tear me apart, and as the impending release began to announce itself in waves of pleasure rolling over me, my hands began to clench into fists with nothing to hold onto at the sudden, delicious moment when the orgasm seized upon me.
"Oh...my...God!!!!!" I screamed, out of my mind in ecstasy and writhing against his beautiful face, and Reid held me in place, his hands on my hips as he bore into me, forcing me beyond the first release, through a sensation that felt like it was just too much until I came again. It was even more intense, and as I cried out, he kept pushing me onward, and...
"Alek!" Olivia shouted as she opened the bedroom door, and he jumped, immediately trying to hide the journal. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Nothing!" he lied, but he quickly realized he had been caught red-handed. He hung his head and apologized.
"Give me that," she demanded, snatching it out of his hand. She went to her side of the bed, took the other two volumes out of the nightstand, then she opened the wall safe and shoved them all three inside.
"Oh, come on!" he protested, realizing his best option at this point was to try to make her laugh. "Now, I'll never know how it ended!"
"With a money shot, Alek. The same way all good sex ends," she sniped, irritated because he had at least succeeded in bringing a smile to her lips, a smile that quickly faded when she looked him in the eye and asked him why he did it. He sighed and began to explain.
"I caught Noah peeping through Liana's bathroom window this afternoon, and after I set him straight, I came in here and looked through the drawers trying to find some Playboys or something to satisfy the little pervert's curiosity when I came across the journal. I didn't mean to read it; I just couldn't help myself." He looked down, ashamed, and she realized he was already beating himself up about it more than she would have. "I'm really sorry, Olivia. I violated you, and that's not who I am. Please don't be angry."
"It's actually pretty funny," she said as she sat down on the end of the bed and smiled. "You came in here and basically did the same thing you just jumped Noah's shit for. Remind me, who's the little pervert?"
"I'm not little," he said with a grin, hoping to distract her. It worked.
"No, you are not," she replied with a crinkle of her nose. She'd felt him against her leg so many times, she could probably have picked his cock out of a line up even though she'd never seen it, and each time, she found it harder to stop herself from just reaching out and grabbing it.
"Come here," Alek said, patting the bed beside him, and she crawled from the foot to lie facing him with her head on the pillow. He reached out and brushed his hand down the side of her face, his eyes staring wistfully into hers.
"You don't have to lock them up. I'll never do that again," he assured her.
"I don't really mind that you did," she said. "I'm not ashamed of anything in there. I just don't want you to..."
"...compare my skills to your husband?" he asked.
"Well...yeah."
"It's kind of hard not to," he said, then he looked away, not making eye contact as he confessed his specific concern. "Olivia, I have to be honest with you. I don't think I can do everything I read."
Suddenly her heart was in her throat. She had just assumed all along that they would be sexually compatible, but now she realized maybe they should have been talking about it before becoming so emotionally connected.
"What do you mean?" she asked, and he paused, not knowing how to say it. He was embarrassed, but he also felt like they needed to have this conversation because he was daunted by the fact that her husband was apparently some sort of sex god.
"Were you...exaggerating?" he asked finally. It took a moment, but when it dawned on her what he meant, she giggled in her relief.
"I was afraid you were going to say you don't do oral," she admitted, and Alek's eyes instantly became fixed on hers, chasing the laughter from her mouth.
"Going down on you is all I think about," he said, and she blushed as she felt her body suddenly set ablaze. She wanted him so badly, but unwilling to let herself succumb, she continued the conversation, pretending that all of the blood in her body wasn't draining southward.
"Good," she said, "because that's my deal breaker."
"And not being able to make you come a million times isn't?" he asked.
"Alek," she sighed, pushing him onto his back. She sat up and leaned over him as she looked into his eyes. "Don't worry. You're perfect."
"You're perfect," he insisted, mesmerized as she held her position, her face just inches from his. "You're perfect, and there's nothing I won't do for you, Olivia. Absolutely nothing."
As the words danced in her ears, all she wanted in the world was to shove her tongue in his mouth, and forcing herself to break the spell was one of the hardest things she'd ever done. But she knew she'd never be able to forgive herself if they made love. Selfishly, she let herself linger for just a few seconds more before she slid back down onto the bed, lying on her side. Alek rolled over to face her, his cock still hard between them, and she shuddered as it grazed against her. It made him smile.
"So, you have no hang ups at all?" she asked, and he shook his head. "No deal breakers?"
"Same as yours," he said.
"I assume from my journal, you already know where I stand on that," she said.
"I didn't get that far," he admitted, glad of it because he couldn't stand the thought of her with another man's cock in her mouth.
"Well, you may as well know," she said, her gaze rolling leisurely down his body then back up to his face. "I really, really enjoy doing it."
"You do?"
"I do," she confirmed, her eyelids heavy with desire, and it made him smile to know what he was doing to her. There was just one thing...
"There's something I need to tell you about myself," he began.
"Okay," she said, the serious shift in his tone making her a little nervous.
"I wasn't born in the U.S."
"I know that," she said with a giggle.
"Well, in Sweden, circumcision isn't as common as it is over here."
"You're uncircumcised?" she asked, suddenly fascinated. "Can I see it?"
"Not unless you plan to use it," he said, and she thought about it for a second.
"I could use my hand," she offered, biting her lip.
"Uh-uh," he refused playfully.
Olivia twisted her mouth into a pout.
"Do I get to reciprocate?" Alek asked.