by Dakota Trace
Alyce panted heavily. His coarse words had her pussy creaming against the seam of her jeans. She could only imagine how it would feel to be pinned under Kaleb's body as he fucked his way through her orgasm. “I...shit.” She swayed on her feet, barely able to keep her balance on her suddenly weak knees. “I wasn't asking about....” She squeezed her eyes shut and mentally counted to three, trying to calm the riot that had broken out inside her. “Fuck it.” She opened her eyes. “Will I have to submit if we go to your bedroom? Will you expect a total power exchange if we make love?”
He cocked his head, then slowly stood. “Are you worried that I'll ask more than you can give, Alyce?”
“I don't think you will, but...” She shrugged her shoulders. “I'm more leery of how I'll react. I've never had a real good experience with the actual physical act of making love. I have a feeling that you won’t be happy unless I’m…”
He stepped closer until only a mere inch separated their bodies. “…you’re coming all over my cock?”
“Yeah.” The word came out as a garbled mess as she placed her palms against his chest. “I’ve never come with a man’s cock inside me, Sir. I may not be able to stop…even if you tell me to.”
He tilted her chin up. “So are you asking to be let out of the orgasm rule this first time?”
Her lower lip quivered. “Maybe. I just don’t want to displease you. But if I don’t know how to stop, I’m afraid I will.”
An understanding smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “How about this: I expect you to still obey, but if you slip for that reason, I’ll take it into consideration when I punish you.”
Instead of fear, his promise sent another surge of arousal through her. Even the idea of another spanking wasn’t enough to send her fleeing his embrace. “You’d spank me for coming without permission?”
He gave a slow sensual shake of his head. “No, tonight if you came without permission, I’d take it as a challenge to see how many orgasms you can have before you pass out.”
She couldn’t help herself. She whimpered and swayed toward him. God, she wanted him – every last dominating inch of him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close enough that his scent mingled with hers – a potent combination. “So decide, Alyce. Will it be the playroom or bedroom?”
The gruffness of his voice, the hardness of his body against hers warned her that he was only moments away from taking the choice from her. “Bedroom, Sir.”
* * * *
Kaleb took a deep breath as he took in Alyce’s naked form sprawled out in the middle of his massive bed. The dark maroon sheets were a wonderful contrast to her creamy skin, and only accented her lush figure. The sight tested his fraying control, until all he wanted to do was pounce on her, indulge in his hunger for her sweet pussy before burying his cock deep inside her – until she didn’t know where she ended and he began.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he shrugged out of his half-undone shirt, before reaching for his belt buckle. He unfastened it, then stopped. Perhaps it would be best if he left his pants on for the moment. He needed to make this good for her, but as on edge as he was, he had a feeling this encounter was going to be short lived if he stripped off all his clothes. Deciding to err on the side of caution, he kicked off his shoes, then crawled onto the bed with his naked submissive in just his slacks and socks.
“Sir?” Alyce’s eyes glittered with need, but held just a hint of apprehension.
“Damn you’re beautiful, kitten.” He tugged on one raspberry nipple, rolling it between his fingers and thumb. It pebbled under his touch, tempting him with its firmness. Leaning over her prone form, he bent his head to capture the nub in his mouth, lashing at the tip with his tongue, before teasing the edges with his teeth. Then he sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing as he tormented the captured flesh.
“Sir!” She arched up, her fingers burying themselves in his hair.
A rough growl escaped him as he released her with an audible pop. He gently removed her fingers from his hair. “Do I need to get the restraints, Alyce?”
She whimpered. “No, Sir. It’s just….” Her eyes squeezed shut.
“Just what?”
“Intense, Sir. I could feel it in my…” she flushed, her face nearly as crimson as her hair.
“In your pussy?” His free hand slid down her torso to lightly cup the cinnamon curls at the apex of her thighs. He grunted at the feel of her damp folds against his fingers. Using his index and pinky to part her labia, he sank his middle two fingers inside her opening, pressing up against the rough patch of tissue of her g-spot.
“Oh my god…” She jerked hard, her hips leaving the bed while her hands flew up to grasp the wrought iron headboard above her head.
“That’s my good girl. Keep them there if you need to cling to something.” He withdrew his fingers only to plunge back in, loving the way she arched into his touch. “I’ll move your hands when I want them on me.”
His little sub groaned, her thighs snapping shut around his wrist.
“Open them.” The order passed his lips without thought, but he was pleased when she obeyed.
“Do not come.” He warned, then he proceeded to finger fuck her hard and fast, while sucking her neglected nipple into his mouth, giving it the same treatment as he had the other.
Her lips parted on a soundless cry even as her cunt grasped as his fingers, squeezing harder as her orgasm approached.
Groaning his approval, he timed his movements to those of her body. Needing to push her right to the edge, he kept going, and just before she fell over, he released her nipple and jerked his hand free. In the soft light streaming through his bedroom window, her juices glistened on his fingers. He sucked them clean with a growl. “Fuck you taste good.”
Lifting one leg over his lap, he crawled until he knelt between her splayed thighs. “Later, I’m going to taste you until you cover my face with your juices.” Reaching for the fastening on his slacks, he quickly tugged them open, freeing his cock before slipping on the condom he’d set on the bed next to her. He gazed down at her, her lush breasts uplifted, and her arms taunt as she clung to wrought iron. As he positioned his cock at her opening, he caught her gaze. “Try not to come until I fully enter you, Alyce.”
She lifted her chin. “I’ll try, Sir.”
“See that you do…” He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her labia, then gave a short thrust, sinking about a quarter of his dick inside her. The sudden wet heat wrapping around him made him hiss.
* * * *
“Oh!” Alyce tightened her fingers around the wrought iron, not caring that the rough edges dug into the palms of her hands. The slight pain distracted from her overwhelming need to come.
But I can’t. Sir said I had to wait.
“Damn you’re tight, kitten.” Above her, Kaleb braced himself on outstretched arms as his hips burrowed deeper between her thighs. He was a warm weight against her, the crisp linen of his slacks a sharp contrast to her bare skin.
“Sorry….ah…Sir….” she gritted her teeth as he forced her wide, his cock stretching her in a way she hadn’t ever been stretched before. It had been years since she’d had anything inside her, and she couldn’t remember her ex being even half as big as her Sir. But that didn’t mean she wanted him to stop. It felt too good and this time she wasn’t going to shy away from the pleasure he could give her. No, she would take every inch he had, and beg for more.
“Don’t apologize for strangling the hell out of me, kitten. Just don’t move yet.” Sweat dampened his brow and a lone bead ran down the side of his face as he pulled back, only to inch in a bit deeper when he returned.
She continued to cling to the headboard as each shallow thrust gained depth, pushing her ever closer to the undeniable climax she was about to experience under her dominant. Wait…not yet… she told herself, even as her hips squirmed under his.
“Be still, damnit.” Kaleb’s voice sounded strained.
“I�
�.I’m trying.” She groaned as his pubis almost met hers, and he rubbed over something so electric, her orgasm struck without warning. “Sir!” Her hands flew from the wrought iron to land on his shoulders. She dug her fingernails into their satiny surface as the world blew up around her, sending her crashing in a fiery explosion of pleasure that rocked her to very core.
“Son of….god damn it…” Kaleb cursed, his hips still as he rode out her peak.
“Sir?” Her eyes frantically searched out his as the orgasm ebbed away, leaving her breathless and wanting for more.
His green eyes burned with retribution and unsated lust. “You came before I got all the way inside you, Alyce.”
His implication hit her hard.
I just challenged him! Ah, fuck.
She opened her mouth to apologize, but it came out as garbled babble when he rose up on his knees, lifted her ass off the bed, and then set a brutal rhythm that had their bodies slapping together – loudly. But not near as loud as the scream that ripped free of her as a second, more intense orgasm hit her. “Sir!”
When she came back down, it was to find him hanging over her unmoving, his cock still thick inside her. Hadn’t he?
She licked her dry lips. “Sir?”
He gave her an intense stare. “That’s twice, kitten.”
His meaning sank in, and she moaned softly. Twice without asking…she was so fucked! As he proceeded to show her the rest of the afternoon.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Alyce bent, groaning softly as her thighs protested. It in the two weeks since her blow up with her mom, she and Kaleb had taken advantage of every free moment they could and now her poor body was paying the price. Even though I wouldn’t change it for a second. She swore she’d become addicted to the effortless pleasure her dominant loved to give. "Or not give," she muttered to herself as she lifted another box containing some of Anissa's old toys. It was third box that her daughter had told her to donate to one of their local thrift stores.
“What was that, Momma?" Anissa looked up from where she was folding and packing her clothes into a nearly full box.
"Nothing, sweetie." Alyce tried to keep from blushing. There wasn't a prayer in hell she was going to repeat what she had said to her daughter, let alone explain what a sadistic ass her favorite teacher could be.
Anissa just sighed and shook her head. "It must be something about Mr. Kaleb again." She carefully soothed the flaps closed before reaching for the roll of packing tape on the floor next to her.
"Why do you say that?" Alyce squeaked. Dear lord was she that obvious?
"Momma, really." She gave an exaggerated look that only teenaged girls could do as she finished taping the box shut. "You turn bright red every time you're thinking about him. Which is a lot!"
"Wonderful, betrayed by my fair complexion once again," she said thinking about something similar that her Sir had mentioned earlier in the week - after paddling her ass for being late. Before her face could heat again, and betray her once more, she changed the subject. "So are you okay with this move, sweetie? I know it won't be the same as living so close to Poppa, but..."
"But Nana is being a bitch. I hope she starts taking her medicines again." Anissa turned to grab another box. "It's okay Momma, Papa promised to come visit us at the new house without Nana.” She reached for another stack of clothing. “I still can't believe Mr. Kaleb has his own art studio or that he's letting us rent it, but that's probably because he's your boy-friend."
Alyce almost dropped the heavy box of donations she was carrying, or would've if Kaleb hadn't chosen that moment to walk into her daughter's bedroom.
"Whoa, there." He took the box from her as she turned to face her daughter.
"Umm, why do you say that, sweetie?" They had been very discreet in showing any kind of intimacy while around her daughter, not wanting to upset Anissa's routine any more than it already was with the move.
Anissa rolled her eyes. "I'm not six, momma. Only boys that like girls kiss them, like Mr. Kaleb does you."
"But when did you see..." She racked her brain, trying to think when her daughter might have caught them.
"Monday after you dropped me off at the art center. I forgot my bag in the car, but saw Mr. Kaleb kissing you and decided you need a kiss more than I needed to Matt the cool new art book I found at the library."
Alyce's cheeks flushed bright red. "Well, shit." How the hell was she supposed to address this? The last time she’d dated anyone, Anissa had been three and made the man’s life a living hell with her instant dislike.
"Relax, kitten, I don't think Ms. Anissa is upset about us dating, are you, peanut?"
Anissa looked up from her packing. "Nope. My mom has a cool boy-friend who can paint awesome stuff. I even told Lisa that yesterday when she said Momma was a cougar."
Alyce almost choked. "Cougar?" The very idea that she preyed on Kaleb was ludicrous.
"Yeah, momma. Like that show on tv with the old ladies that have all those young stud-muffins. Though Mr. Kaleb is much sexier than that Josh that Jules dated in season one. "
"Dear Lord, what have you done with my child?" Alyce wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. Of course, Kaleb, the bastard just chuckled.
"Well, thank you, Ms. Anissa for the backhanded compliment. That just earned you a sneak peek at the special surprise I made you."
"You did?" Anissa jumped up from the floor and threw herself at Kaleb. Gone was the put-out teenager, as her daughter bounced on the balls of her feet. "What is it!"
Alyce couldn't help but smile when Kaleb pulled his phone from his back pocket. Crowding close to her daughter, she wanted a glimpse too, since the bastard had told her, but refused to let her see the mural he'd painted on the wall of her daughter's bedroom at their new home.
"Wow." The word slipped past her lips, just before her daughter literally jumped on Kaleb, throwing her arms around his waist and hugging him.
"Omg, it's perfect, Mr. Kaleb. I can't believe you painted me that abstract tree-scape. It looks so much better than what I’ve done! Thank you!” The teen buried her face in his chest.
Alyce had to agree. The stark black lines that made the tree trunks, and vibrant purple and blue leaves that decorated their limbs had taken the simple abstract painting that Anissa had fallen in love with in her art book, to another level. Even as a non-art connoisseur Alyce could feel the strength of the trees that would protect her daughter while she slept, along with the soft other worldly glow and sprinkling of white stars that would send her daughter off to sleep peacefully. Her dominant had outdone himself with the mural.
"It's beautiful, Kaleb." Tears stung the back of her eyes, while she patted her now crying daughter’s back. "I can't believe..."
Kaleb looked alarmed for a moment. "Hey now, no tears. If I knew that this was gonna cause the two favorite ladies in my life to cry, I'd have painted you a circus scene complete with runaway clowns."
Of course, that immediately stopped her daughter's tears. She lifted her head to glare at him. "Ew, Mr. Kaleb. I hate clowns. I'd much rather have the trees."
"Good." He nodded. "Now no more fussing. Let’s get the rest of this stuff loaded in the back of my truck, so we can take it over to the new place, before we have to drop Anissa off at Bella's."
"And I want to take a picture of my new mural to show Bella. So, we need to get this stuff down to Mr. Kaleb's truck." The young teen threw the rest of her clothing into the box haphazardly, before moving over to the pile of stuffed animals on her bed. They quickly were shoved in one of the huge black bags Alyce had bought for the task.
She leaned up and press a kiss against Kaleb's sandpapery cheek. "Thank you, Sir. You really made her day."
He gave her a crooked grin and tugged her close enough to steal a kiss. "And I'm gonna make her momma's later tonight."
Her breath caught in her throat at the promise in his gaze. Tonight would be the first time that she spent the night with him. All because Bella knew that A
lyce needed a night in her dominant's arms. God, I love that woman.
"Come on, Momma. Quit making googly eyes at Mr. Kaleb. We got work to do!"
"Impatient brat, " Alyce muttered before pulling away from Kaleb. "All right, all right. Let's do this."
* * * *
Alyce was floating on cloud nine by the time she and Kaleb were ready to drop Anissa off at Bella and Ethan's home.
“Wow, Momma, Ms. Bella has a wine making barn too. Do you think they make wine like Poppa?”
“I don’t think so.” Alyce answered as Kaleb pulled into the drive that lead around to the front of Bella’s home and Ethan’s psychiatry practice. At first Alyce had worried about the close proximity of the home to the club with having such a curious daughter, but Bella had assured her, that the teen would be none the wiser. It seemed that the club was going under a fumigation after Ethan had found that some of the vine mealybugs had migrated from a nearby vineyard and taken up residence inside the club. No one would be allowed into New Beginnings until they got the pest issue under control. “Remember what I told you earlier about Ms. Bella having to have pest control come out?”
Anissa nodded in the back seat of the extended cab truck. “Yep, I’m to stay out of there, since they just sprayed yesterday. I promise I won’t go in there, Momma.”
“That’s right, we don’t need a repeat of last time.”
Next to her, Kaleb arched a brow. “Little Ms. Curious back there wanted to watch the fumigators spray for termites in the main barn when she was about five. And walked into the barn just as they were setting off several bombs.”
Kaleb winced. “Not good.”
“Nope.” Anissa pipped up. “Made me real sick. I’ll stay away from Ms. Bella’s barn, Momma. I want to enjoy the cookies she promised, not throw them up.”
“Gross child.” Alyce turned around to ruffle her daughter’s hair. “I don’t know where you get that from.”
Anissa giggled. “You momma.”