by Tara Sue Me
Mischief danced in his eyes. “The only rules are the rules I make up and I’m thinking, the new rule is, anytime we eat in the dining room, you have to suck me off.”
She let her hands trail down his body as she lowered herself to the floor. “That’s a rule I could get behind.”
“Or more accurately, would it be a rule you could kneel for?”
She slowly took his pants down, releasing his cock. “All day. Any day. And twice on Sundays.”
“Do it.” His voice was hoarse, stretched tight with desire. “Wrap those lips around me. Take me into your mouth.”
She willingly and happily obeyed. She loved the taste of him. Loved being on her knees for him. Though she liked the gentleman Luke, it was the Dom Luke who really turned her on.
Unfortunately, he didn’t allow her much time. It seemed way too short before he was pulling her up to stand.
“I wasn’t finished,” she said.
“Be that as it may, I’m not going to be the first one to release tonight.”
“Lucky, lucky me.”
She started toward the bedroom, but he put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
“I’ve never had anybody strip down naked in my dining room before either.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Is that an order?”
“It is now. Take them off.” He stepped out of his own pants. “I want you completely naked, except for the heels. The heels stay on.”
She slipped out of her dress and underwear. “Like the heels, do you?”
“I like them a lot.”
The admission made her almost giddy. She’d bought the shoes with him in mind. They were ridiculously expensive—red, strappy, and very high. “When I bought them, all I could think about was you fucking me in them.”
“Is that right?” he asked. At her nod, he continued. “Then I think as your Dom, it’s my duty to make that fantasy come true.”
His words heated her, ran through her body like lava, making her even hotter as she pictured the scene. And, of course, he picked up on that fact right away.
“I can tell how much the thought of that turns you on. Walk in front of me as we head to the bedroom so I can see that fine ass.” As if to emphasize his point, he gave her right butt cheek a slap.
She giggled, but started walking toward the bedroom, looking over her shoulder as she did so. He saw her looking and gave her a wink. She swayed her hips as she walked, satisfied with the fact he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. “Like what you see?”
“Sweetheart, when it comes to you, I like everything.”
Satisfied, she turned around and walked into the bedroom. “Where do you want me?”
“That’s a loaded question.” He unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, as if he knew she was watching him and enjoyed what she saw. “Where do I want you? I want you everywhere.”
“Shall we start on the bed?” she teased. “Maybe then move to the bathroom? Or the shower? We haven’t tried your shower yet.”
“Maybe.” He was thinking now, and that made her a tiny bit apprehensive. Because now it seemed as if he was going to try something different. Of course, with Luke that would be fun. She trusted him completely, which was more than she could say about some people she had played with in the past.
“No matter what you decide, the first thing that should happen is you getting naked.” She made a move toward him. “Let me help with that shirt.”
“No, I think you should stay right there.” He turned and walked toward the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
“I decided we’re going to start in the bathroom.”
“But if we start in there, I have to take my shoes off.”
He turned around, and narrowed his eyes. “First of all, you keep forgetting you’re not in charge. Second of all, I didn’t say we were starting in the shower. I said the bathroom. Thirdly, you’ll keep the shoes on until I tell you differently. And lastly, keep trying to Top from the bottom, and I’ll spank yours.”
Damn, it turned her on so much when he got bossy. Or maybe it was the fact that he was going to fuck her in the bathroom, with her shoes on. Of course, it could’ve been the threat of a spanking. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s more like it.” He disappeared into the bathroom and didn’t say anything else, but she heard him moving around and the opening and closing of drawers. “While I’m getting everything ready in here, I want you to play with yourself. Any way you want, as long as you don’t come.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you’re going to tell me what you’re doing.”
“Right now, I’m playing with my breasts.” She cupped them, running her thumbs over her nipples.
“Nice, a good place to start. But are you just brushing them?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Pinch those nipples. Hard. Because you know I would make them hurt.”
She moaned because she knew it was true. She ran her hands over her breasts again, this time pinching the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. “I’m pinching.”
“Harder.”
She pinched them even harder, rolled the tip between her fingers. “Okay,” she said, and her voice was more strained than it was before.
“Good girl. I can tell by the hitch in your voice that you did what I asked.” He was no longer rustling around the bathroom. “Now run your hands down your body and slowly brush just the entrance of your pussy. Tell me how wet you are.”
She didn’t think she would be too wet, but Luke apparently knew better because when she reached down, she was more than ready. “Very wet, Sir.”
“Good,” he said. “You need to be wet for what I have planned.”
Holy fuck. What did that mean?
But he continued on, as if he hadn’t just said something shocking. “Rub your clit. Rub it to where you’re just on the edge, and when you feel like you’re going to come, you may enter the bathroom.”
She wanted to take her time, to ease herself into arousal. Drag it out little by little. Make him wait. But she was on the edge and so vastly curious about what he had planned. With one hand she rubbed her clit, and with the other kept pinching her nipples. She found herself fighting off orgasm sooner than anticipated.
When she entered the bathroom, Luke stood in the middle of the room. Thank goodness he had taken his clothes off, because he was damn fine-looking naked. If she hadn’t been aroused, the sight of him naked, erect, and waiting would have done it.
He took one look at her and fisted his cock. “I wish I had my camera. You look so fuckable in those heels.”
She almost told him he was a fine one to talk, but her gaze landed on the countertop and she sucked in her breath at what she saw. Luke followed her line of sight and grinned.
“I’ve never had your ass.”
No, he hadn’t. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she had anal sex.
But Luke seemed unaffected by her hesitation. “Go bend over and place your hands on the edge of the tub.”
His tub was a large, freestanding number that would provide plenty of support. She took a deep breath and followed his instructions. However, when she was in position, she started having second thoughts.
Luke walked behind her and cupped her backside. “You’re nervous.”
“Slightly, Sir.”
“You know I would never hurt you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Your brain knows that, but your body is a different story.” He proceeded to caress her, using his knowledgeable hands to slowly stroke that spark of arousal back into a flame. “So what I need to do is to get your body to that point. To where it trusts me. So that it accepts whatever I choose to give it.”
And what are you going to give it tonight? she wanted to ask. Instead, she closed her eyes and placed herself in his experienced hands, because she knew in doing so, he would take care of her, he would pleasure her, and it would make him happy to feel her surrender.
“There we go, sweeth
eart,” he said as she relaxed her body. “Your submission is so sweet, so sexy. Thank you.”
She did tense briefly when she felt his slick finger against her anus.
“Easy.” He pressed a little farther. “Nice and easy. I’ll be gentle.”
She knew he would, so she took a deep breath and bore down against the pressure, allowing his finger to slip inside her. She was unaccustomed to the fullness. Anal sex had never been her favorite.
“I’m not going to fuck you here tonight.” He removed his finger and replaced it with a small vibrator. “But I will soon, so I need to get you ready.”
The vibrator was bigger than his finger and her entire body trembled in anticipation of what was to come. She had a feeling he wasn’t going to remove the vibrator anytime soon.
“You’re so tight. How long has it been?” he asked.
“A long time, Sir.”
“Definitely something to look forward to in the future.” She felt him take a step back, but he kept hold of the vibrator. “You look so damn hot. Bent over the tub in those heels, your ass offered to me, and your greedy, wet pussy aching to be filled.”
Yes! she wanted to shout. Because she needed to be filled so, so badly. But he wasn’t doing it just yet. No, with the vibrator inside her, he was playing her. His hands once more traveled all across her body. Taunting. Teasing. Tormenting.
“Please, Sir.”
“Are you trying to tell your Dom what to do?”
“No, I just need—”
He gave her butt a hard slap. “Don’t tell me what you need. I’m your Dom. I know what you need. I know what you want. But you only get what I offer. Understood?”
She took a deep breath to keep from whining. “Yes, Sir.”
He chuckled, perhaps realizing her struggle. Seconds later came the rustle of a condom package. Finally he was pressed against her, but didn’t enter.
“Can you feel me? Seconds away from pushing into you? Do you know how tight you’ll feel with that vibrator in your ass? So damn tight.” He pushed just a little into her. “Do you feel it? Your body stretching to accept me?”
“Please, Sir.” She was caught between the desire to have him inside her and just a bit of anticipation because she knew it would be a tight fit. It was probably going to hurt, but she knew it would feel so, so good after a few seconds.
“You’re imagining it, aren’t you?” He held still. “How it’ll feel when I push my way inside. The initial burn that’ll make you worry I’ll split you wide-open. The gradual acceptance of my cock as I fuck you deeper and deeper. And you’re so stretched and so full, you don’t think you can take anymore.”
He started pushing into her again, his wicked whispers making her crave more and more.
“What do you think I’ll do when I finally get my cock buried inside you?” he asked.
“Fuck me, Sir?”
“Before that.”
How the hell did he expect her to think when there were so many sensations running through her body? She wasn’t sure what her name was. She didn’t know what year it was. If the room caught fire, she probably wouldn’t notice because it’d be minor in comparison to the fire he created inside her.
A hard slap on her ass reminded her he’d asked a question she hadn’t yet answered.
“I don’t know, Sir. Please.”
Please what, she wasn’t sure. Please fuck me? Or please let me come? Just please something.
His voice was hot against the back of her neck. He fisted her hair and with one last thrust of his hips, he made it all the way inside her. She yelped.
“Do you remember the question?” he asked.
There had been a question? “No, Sir.”
“What do you think I’ll do now that I’m inside you as deep as possible?”
God, she was so stuffed, so full. She needed him to move even though she was afraid if he did, she’d explode into a million pieces. “I don’t know, Sir.”
“Poor girl. I’ll just show you.” And before she had time to think about what that meant, the vibrator started buzzing.
She tried frantically to grab on to something, but the side of the tub was too slick. Luke began to fuck her in earnest and the feeling was so overwhelming, she saw stars. The buzzing combined with his movements . . . Damn it all, she wasn’t going to last long.
“I can’t hold out,” she said, but it came out in an almost squeal and even she wasn’t sure what she was saying.
He grunted and pulled almost all the way out, but there was no reprieve because he adjusted his hips and thrust into her again. This time threatening to make her lose balance.
“Damn it.” He spoke in a half pant, half groan. Seconds later the buzzing stopped and he slipped the vibrator out of her.
Her brain was too foggy to understand. Why had he stopped?
“Sir?” she asked when he pulled out as well.
“Not enough support here to take you as hard as I want.”
She wasn’t sure she could stand, but as it turned out she didn’t have to worry. Luke gathered her in his arms, picked her up, and carried her to the bed. He placed her on her back and for that she was glad, because it allowed her to watch him. Right now he was looking at her so intently it made her want him all the more.
“Let’s see,” he said. “How do I want to go about this?”
Keeping his eyes on hers, he lifted one leg and placed it on his shoulder; then he took the other one and did the same on the opposite shoulder. Holy shit. She was so exposed in this position, he’d fill her completely.
“Oh yes,” he said. “I see that look in your eye. You know exactly what I’m going to do, don’t you? You’ll be so tight like this. I’ll be able to sink so deep.”
He moved his hands from her legs but left her legs on his shoulders. He gave them a gentle pat before he dropped his hands, and gave her a look to tell her she’d best leave her legs where they were. She was only vaguely upset he wasn’t going to use a vibrator, when he took a large plug and lubricated it.
“I see that look, too. You know exactly where this is going, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She closed her eyes as he pushed the large anal plug inside her. The stretching was uncomfortable, but just for a minute. And though she had never been a fan of anal sex, she couldn’t help but want to have Luke take her that way.
“There you go,” he said. “Take it all.”
She grunted as the plug settled into place. And then yelped when he gave her a slap on the ass.
“Now, where were we?” He positioned his cock at her entrance. “Right about here.”
But he didn’t enter her; instead he took the tip of his cock and rubbed up and down her slit, teasing and taunting her. Mother fucking hell, would he not just fuck her already? The question shouted in her head, but she held it inside. And she didn’t want to beg either; she had already done that and it did little good.
“The anticipation is heady, isn’t it?” he asked.
He pushed the tip of his cock inside her and she was even more stretched than she was when he had the vibrator in place. And still he didn’t take her. He pumped in and out with just the tip for what seemed like forever. And his whispers . . .
“I can’t wait to sink inside you. Feel your warm heat as you let me in.”
I’m not going to beg. I’m not going to beg. I’m not going to beg.
Maybe if she kept repeating that, she’d actually keep her mouth shut.
“So quiet all of a sudden?” he asked. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.” Belatedly, she added, “Sir.”
He took a deep breath, lined himself up once more, and entered her with one long, hard thrust. “Hell, yes,” he said in a half moan. “You feel so good.”