The sensation quickly morphs into something else. My body relaxes slowly and then tightens as my pussy heats, and tingling stirs in the pit of my stomach. I finally swallow, feeling my muscles ease and the pleasure increasing as the pressure builds.
“Does that feel good, my flower?” Joseph asks me in a low voice. I can only moan an answer at first. His hand moves from my clit as he pulls out of me slightly before pushing all the way back in. Fuck! My legs wrap around his waist, ankles crossing and digging into his ass. When he moves, oh God, when he moves, my sensitive nipples rub against his chest. I need more.
“Yes,” I answer in a mere whisper as he pumps his hips again. And then again. Each time he brushes against my clit. The sensation becomes nearly overwhelming. Oh fuck yes. This is what I thought it’d be like. My body heats with a cold sweat breaking out along my skin. It’s too much. I can’t… I can’t.
His fingers wrap around my hip, holding me down as his pace quickens. My nipples harden as goosebumps form over my entire body as a cold sweat breaks out, traveling along every inch of my skin. My nerve endings are on high alert. My forehead pinches as I realize I’m about to cum. My body slams into the bed, Joseph’s hard thrusts pushing me higher and higher. I’m so close. I force the words from my lips, “May I-” He cuts me off before I’m able to finish. “Cum freely,” Sir says in a voice I’ve never heard, one laced with desperation, his speed increasing as he races for his own release.
The realization of what I do to him is my undoing. I make him lose control. I throw my head back, the intense sensation running through my body in waves. The first is slow, starting from my stomach and working its way out to each of my limbs, tingling the tips of my fingers.
Before the first is even finished, the next comes crashing through my body and as I feel him cum deep inside of me, the final wave forces me to call out his name, “Joseph!”
My body shakes and trembles. My heart is pounding so loudly I swear he can hear it.
As I try to catch my breath, Joseph slips out of me slowly, hushing me when I wince. I open my eyes to see his shining back at me.
He knew. My breathing comes in slower as he plants a kiss on my lips. I can’t close my eyes though.
He knew.
Chapter 16
Joseph
It’s been a long time since I felt the warmth of a woman in my bed. It’s been years. A soft sigh gently spills from Lilly’s lips as she nestles into my arm. Her left leg is propped up on top of mine, and every little movement is making my dick even harder.
I own her. I could take her again right now if I wanted. But the sight of her sleeping so soundly is something I never thought I’d want to see as much as I do.
Her hair is a tangled, messy halo of golden locks. Her face is partially buried in the comforter that she has up around her neck. The warmth gives her skin a slight blush. I’ve seen her naked so many times. Last night I felt her raw, not only in the way I took her, but also in her emotions when she gave me something she can never have back. After I cleaned us up, I held her as a lover should, and I was happy to give her that. She fell asleep in my arms, and that’s where she’s stayed.
She’s at peace and relaxed. It's an odd thing to me, the feelings washing over me as I look at her, something I didn’t expect.
“Lilly,” I say her name in an even cadence, and her breathing comes to a halt as she readjusts in her sleep, still not waking. I move my arm out from under her, the air feeling cool without her warmth.
Her head falls to the mattress without my support. She gasps, opening her sleepy eyes and bracing herself with both hands on the mattress. I give her a minute to wake and to recognize where she is. The moment she sees me, her pupils dilate with both recognition and desire.
I sit up on my knees, shoving my silk pajama pants down along with my boxers so my cock springs free. My little flower is such a naughty girl. She licks her lips staring at my cock, but she’s as still as can be on the mattress as she waits obediently for my command. Such a good girl.
“What are you?” I ask her as I stroke myself from end to end, spreading the moisture over the head of my dick.
She breathes her answer, “Yours.” Fuck, hearing her lust-filled voice admitting my claim to her with such pride makes me want her that much more. I reach down, grabbing her by the hair at her nape, fisting it and bringing her lips to my dick.
“Damn right you are,” I tell her as her lips slide down my cock and my head brushes against the back of her throat. Fuck! She feels too good. It takes everything in me not to groan out loud and shove deeper down her throat. Although I have a firm grip on her, controlling her if I need to, I let her move at her own pace. She nearly gags on my cock, her wide eyes looking apologetic. I don’t give a fuck. Her mouth feels like fucking heaven.
I buck my hips once, feeling her throat stretch around my cock. She takes it, her hands almost reaching up to grip me, but she quickly puts them back down, gripping her thighs. Her eyes water as I pump my hips, forcing her to take more, and holding myself at the back of her throat. Only for a moment, right before pulling out and giving her a moment to catch her breath.
She breathes in deep, keeping her mouth open and ready for more. Fuck, she’s too good to be true.
She moans around my dick, loving how I’m using her. She gets on all fours, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks my length, eager to take more. Her tongue massages the underside of my dick and her throat closes around my head as she goes as far as she can, her nose almost reaching the coarse pubic hair. Again she moans and her lips push down, stroking my length as she blows me. She moves her lips all the way to the ridge of the head of my cock. It sends tingles down my spine, my toes curl and I nearly cum just from that sensation.
The tip of her tongue dips into the slit, licking up the small bit of precum that leaked out. She moves her hand up to stroke my dick, and that’s what I’ve been waiting for.
Thank fuck she did it before I came. I’m quick to grab her wrists before she can touch me. I pull out of her mouth, pushing her backward and pinning her down on the mattress. Her eyes flash with fear as I hold her down, staring at her with narrowed eyes.
“Did I tell you that you could touch me?” I ask her, my head tilted. A spark of knowing darts across her blue eyes as she realizes what she’s done.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she says as her hips tilt and her upper thighs clench. “I had no right.” She gives in so easily, accepting what she’s done. My fingers dig into her hip before loosening my hold on her and letting go of her wrist.
“Mistakes will be made,” I tell her. “I’ll allow you one warning for now.” She stares at me, her breath barely coming in as she waits for her punishment.
I back away from her and her lips part to protest me leaving her, her eyes flashing with worry.
I’ve kept myself from her for so long, refusing to let her please me. And although it wasn’t a punishment then, I’m sure she saw it as just that. But I have no intention of not taking from her every fucking day that she’s here. She’ll learn that soon enough.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I tell her as I sit on my knees, ready to feel her tight cunt wrapped around me again.
She’s quick to get into position, turning her body so her ass is the closest thing to me. I grip her hips nearly violently in a bruising hold and pull her quickly toward me, reveling in the sweet gasp that comes from her lips. She curves her back like a good girl. She’s trying, I know she is. She’s desperate to please me. I take her hair in both of my hands before wrapping it around my wrist, gripping and pulling her hair back slightly.
My fingers play at her wet pussy lips as I look over her body in complete submission to me. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”
With her neck arched, her voice comes out in a higher pitch, “Yes, Sir.” I nearly slammed myself into her tight cunt to the hilt without waiting for her response, but I stop before doing so after hearing those sweet words. But I already know that I can’t.
She feels so good, and I knew she’d feel just like this. Somehow I knew.
I slowly slip deep inside of her, letting her hair relax around my wrist and losing my grip on her. Taking her hips in both of my hands, I bend forward and kiss her neck. Her eyes are closed tight, and her mouth is pressed into a small frown. I know she hurts. My hand slips between her legs to rub her clit. I pull back on her clit slightly, exposing the raw sensitive side and press my middle finger down, rubbing merciless circles against her. Her eyes pop open as her mouth forms a perfect “O”.
I stay buried to the hilt until her face softens to show more pleasure than pain. Her pussy strangles my cock as I move deep, sliding in and out of her. My fingers are wrapped around her hips and my stomach presses against her back as I bite down, nipping on her earlobe and making her gasp before I pull nearly all the way back and then slam into her. Her hands slip on the mattress, and she falls forward.
With her small body under mine, I buck my hips over and over. I brace my heavy body with one forearm, my other hand holding her hip and keeping her angled just how I want as she fights under me to control herself. I piston my hips, loving how her pussy spasms around my cock and the sounds of her wet cunt being so brutally fucked filling my ears.
Her cheek presses against the mattress with each blow I give her. Her eyes shut tight, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. She’s holding back her screams of pleasure, her hands fisting the sheet beneath us.
“Let me hear you,” I tell her in a strong voice I don’t recognize in this moment. I’m so lost in her touch. My heart beats fitfully, and my body heats then freezes with an intense pleasure that radiates outward. I’m so close to losing it. But I want her with me every step of the way.
Her mouth opens instantly, obeying me as I continue my ruthless pace. She screams out my name over and over, not addressing me as Sir but instead calling me Joseph. I wasn’t expecting it, just like I wasn’t last night, but my name on her lips sends me over the edge. I desperately rub at her clit as thick streams of cum fill her tight pussy.
Her small body shakes under me as her own release finds her. Thank fuck!
My mouth parts as I take in a sharp breath, loving the way her tight cunt strangles my dick.
I brace myself with my forearm, wiping the sweat off my forehead and gently stroking her side, until her body stops trembling and her breathing finally steadies.
My own breathing is coming in heavy as I sit up on my knees. Her small body is lying limp on the bed, her shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. Her eyes are wide open, darting from me, back to the bed as she stays still. Her body shivers uncontrollably, but I’m not sure if it’s from a chill or from the intense pleasure of her orgasm. As I climb off the bed I grab the edge of the comforter and bring it up to her shoulders.
“Don’t go back to sleep now, my flower.” I kiss her forehead, loving how she closes her eyes and trembles beneath my comforting touch just as much as she did from the ruthless way I fucked her. I whisper against the shell of her ear, “We’re just getting started.”
Chapter 17
Lilly
I lie back against the mattress, my chest heaving, my pulse racing as I look up into his eyes. God, he’s so handsome. I could look at his face all day. He leans in close, his hard body pressing up against my soft skin. Down below, I can feel his hardness pressing up against my stomach. I can feel it throbbing, pulsating along with my heartbeat as he brings his lips against my neck.
A soft sigh escapes my lips as I arch my back against the bed, pressing my body into him.
I want him.
I need him.
I’m just not sure if I’m ready.
He pulls back as if sensing my anxiety, his deep brown eyes searching my face.
“Do you trust me?” he asks softly, his breathing heavy.
I stare back into his concerned gaze, not sure what to say. Do I trust him? I’ve only known him for a few weeks, and while I am infatuated with him, I’m not sure if I trust him.
At the same time, he’s treated me better than anyone else has ever treated me. He’s shown more concern about my well-being than anyone ever has. Most of all, I’m sure he’s willing to wait until I’m ready.
But I’m not going to make him wait.
Not today.
“Yes,” I breathe, my heart in my voice. “I trust you.”
His handsome face splits into a grin, his eyes sparkling with happiness. “Good.”
As he comes in closer, bringing his lips close to mine, I relax my body and prepare to surrender myself wholly to him…
Smack!
The memory of being spanked jolts me out of the book I’m working on and I pull my fingers back from the keys of my laptop, my breathing ragged. I can still feel the sting of the paddle against my ass. Joseph disciplined me for talking back to him this morning.
At the time, I thought I was being myself and it was all just harmless banter. He even smiled as I was doing it. He played along. My heart warms at the memory.
But I was still punished.
Harshly.
My eyes fall down to my naked legs and I see the goosebumps covering them, the faint red marks my disobedience has earned me. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling my clit pulse, turned on by the sight.
I’ve lost my clothing privileges, all because I sat incorrectly at the table. Joseph wants me seated with my legs spread if I’m in a chair. His rules are simple and easy, but unnatural. I purse my lips. These punishments aren’t really fair. But at the same time, I welcome them. Being bad has never felt so good.
They’re erotic, sensual even, and they bring back memories of being whipped in the dungeon.
My nipples pebble, and my pussy clenches around cool air as I think about these punishments.
It’s been a crazy last few days, and I still can’t believe I gave myself to him. Or that he knew about my virginity. My fingers tap on the keyboard and I look over my shoulder and out to the hall, shifting on my bed with my laptop balanced on my thighs.
I was concerned I’d regret giving myself to him. But with everything I’m feeling, regret isn’t even on the radar. Even when I unknowingly disobey him.
He’s taught me so many things in such a short amount of time, gave me pleasure that I’d never dreamt possible. The way he makes me feel, taking my body, ravaging it, devouring it. Owning it.
I shake my head, at a loss for words.
I love it.
I love both sides of Joseph. The nice and caring side, and the dominant side. Although, he’s been showing the dominant side more these past few days. It seems like he’s controlling everything I do or say now. Just this morning he had clothes laid out for me that he wanted me to wear, along with the oils that he wants me to put in my hair. I love the smell of them actually.
And strangely enough, I want more of this. More of his control.
More of him.
Thinking about him makes me wonder what he’s doing.
Crawling off the bed, I leave my laptop and go search through the house for him.
I look through several of the rooms, including his bedroom before I find him in his study. He’s sitting at his desk, his head down as he writes in a notebook. It looks worn and I tilt my head, narrowing my eyes as I notice the binding is leather. His brow is furrowed; he’s clearly focused on whatever he’s writing.
I bite my lower lip as I look at him, my heart racing as my hand stills on the doorframe. He looks so gorgeous sitting there in slacks and a white dress shirt opened at the chest. I don’t know if I should disturb him. He did tell me that I have permission to come to him at all times, but he looks busy and I don’t even remember why I came to find him. I almost turn and leave, twisting on my back heel, but he looks up, freezing me in place.
I step fully into the doorway, clasping my hands out in front of me like he taught me to do, and then I wait patiently.
I don’t have to wait long.
“Yes?” he asks in a low voice, slowly setting the pen down. My heart thump, thump, thumps.
Opening a drawer off to the side, he places the notebook into the drawer and then closes it, his eyes on me the entire time.
A feeling of suspicion washes over me at his actions. What was he writing?
Joseph clears his throat and says, “Lilly?”
I stare at him for a moment, noticing for the first time that he looks stressed; something’s bothering him.
He’s sitting in his chair, tense as can be, worry lines etched in his forehead. I’ve never seen him like this.
I lick my lips, hesitating to respond. I don’t want to say anything now. I’m not here for anything important anyway. I was just coming to play around and do something to get punished, but it all seems so trivial now.
Joseph’s going through something.
It’s insensitive of me to expect him to stop what he’s doing to indulge me. My fingers twist around one another. A strange sense of loneliness washes through me.
I think back to the hero that I’m writing about, with his dark hair and dark eyes, and how much he reminds me of Joseph.
“Flower,” he growls warningly, his deep voice pricking my skin.
Shit. I have to say something now.
“I was hoping I could please you, Sir,” I say softly. The moment the words leave my lips, I regret them. Looking at him, I know that he’s not in the mood for playing.
His pause hurts almost as much as his next words. “Not right now.”
I was expecting it, but it still hurts, a heavy weight settling on my chest. I try to turn away quickly before my face crumples into a frown, intent on running back to my room and closing the door behind me. I don’t make it two steps before he calls me back to him.
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