I had to taste him. I licked the side of his mouth.
He grinned and bit my lip.
"Ouch."
He pulled away.
"Since you brought it up, let's talk more about limits."
Twenty
Harrison
I loved the way our bodies fit together, the warmth of her smile, her soft touch. Her skin was so smooth and smelled sweet. Even after my manly sweat covered her, her sweetness shined through.
I leaned over and kissed her on the lips; a small peck before we continued the night's activity. I told her exactly what to expect tonight. I had fucked her, hard, and it was better than I imagined, but now, time for punishment. It was another way for me to learn about her, inside and out.
"What do you want to know?" she asked.
"You have a list," I said into her ear as I bit and tugged on her earlobe.
"You're making it hard to concentrate."
"Well, give me the hard limits. We'll discover the soft as we go."
"Hard limits . . ."
I sat down, and she stood up between my legs. "Like I mentioned, no blood."
I nodded and ran my hands up and down her legs, making sure I didn't go too far underneath that shirt. If I felt her pussy the way I had before, we would be all off schedule, and we had shit to do.
"No unnatural implements inserted into places." She whispered.
I raised an eyebrow. I wanted to know what that meant but left it alone.
"I prefer no public displays, but if you're into it . . ."
"I'm not." I pulled her close and buried my face between her tits and inhaled.
"No permanent marks. No knives, guns, animals, or bodily waste play." She shook her head.
I laughed.
"Role play?" I asked.
"That's an interesting one.” She ran her hands through my hair. “I don't get it but not opposed to it."
"What don't you get?" I lifted my head.
"When my Dom is playing with me"—she placed her hands on either side of my face—"why would I want to pretend to be someone else? We are perfect together as we are."
I ran my hands up her ass and around her back and pulled her to me. God, she was so fucking beautiful, and we were so made for each other.
She tensed, and I let her go.
"I want to be a good a sub for you. I want to make you happy." She stared into my eyes.
"You don't think you will?" She had no idea.
"I can be a brat." She pulled my hair.
"I can deal with that." I smirked and smacked her on the ass.
She jumped.
She was perfect for me.
"I will mess up. I've been pretty independent for a long time." She massaged my scalp.
"What really matters is, are you sure you want this? Technically, you’re still married." I took her hands. "Should you be getting into something like this so soon?"
"I didn't leave my husband for you," she said.
"I know." I nodded.
"I'm choosing to live my life a certain way, and I would whether you are my Dom or not." The last bit her voice wavered.
My insides clenched at the thought of her submitting to anyone else. I hated the idea of someone else in control of this beautiful creature.
"But I am your Dom," I said, but it came out as a question.
"You are my Dom." She nodded.
As soon as she finished the sentence, I spun her around.
"Bend over," I commanded.
It took her a few seconds to react. She bent over at the waist and slid her hands out in front of her.
"Hold on to the sides of the table, cheek stays connected to the wood." I rubbed her ass. "You understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Her voice rose an octave higher than normal.
"Do I scare you, my sweet sub?" I asked in a gentler tone.
"No, Sir." She had more to say.
"Explain."
"You don't scare me, but your actions are scary.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Not in a bad way, they just are."
"I promised you I was going to punish you tonight."
"Yes, Sir."
"Do you want to know why?" I asked.
"You don't need a reason, Sir," she said.
I walked around the table and lowered myself so she could see my face. I wanted her to see me, understand me. If I was going to take on the responsibility of having a sub who was also the woman in my life, I was going to train her right.
Her fingers tightened on the edge of the table.
"There is a difference between punishment and play. I never felt the need to punish someone before because I have no business correcting someone's behavior when her behavior didn’t have any consequence in my life." I grabbed the base of her neck and squeezed. "When I punish you, you will always know why.”
"So I'll ask again." I stood up. I ran my hand down her back as I returned to the end of the table. "Do you know why I'm punishing you?"
"No, Sir."
"I have a list," I said.
She giggled in response.
I lifted the end of my t-shirt over her ass and groaned. Her ass was perfect. Round and firm, and again, the skin was smooth. I leaned over and kissed her left cheek.
"Spread your legs," I said.
She complied.
I knelt and looked at her, wide open and moist for me.
She grew comfortable with me touching her and looking at her. She gave me that privilege.
I wasn't going to fuck it up.
I stood back up and smacked her hard. She didn't make a sound, but her arms and hands flexed.
"That's for denying yourself what you truly wanted for so many years." I raised my hand.
Smack.
"That's for not thinking this"—I gripped her ass hard, and she moaned—"was precious, and someone should earn the right to have it."
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Those were for you putting us in a position to hurt each other."
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"And," Smack, "these are for," Smack, "not letting me care for you properly," Smack, “the last time we were together."
Her cries and whimpers accentuated my smacks. I spanked her hard, but it felt good. It felt necessary. On the last smack, I quickly walked around to the table and grabbed her hair and pulled her face toward me.
I tasted the salty tears on her lips. I drank them in as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. The vibration on my tongue as she moaned around my invasion made me hard.
I pulled back, and she whimpered at the sudden loss.
I wiped a tear from underneath her eye and rubbed it on her lips. I kissed her again. I stood up and pulled the t-shirt all the way off as I pushed my boxer briefs down. I wanted inside her. I grabbed another condom from off the bed and suited up as I walked back over to her. Seeing her laid out on the table, ready for me, how did I get so lucky?
I placed my cock at her entrance and pushed it in, a little at a time. She tilted her ass up. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
"Don't be so greedy, my sweet sub." I pushed all the way in, taking my time.
Every inch of my cock slid inside her.
She was wet and again with the softness.
I'd never felt anything so soft and so tight around my cock. I slid in and out of her. Where before, she punctuated my movements with cries, this time, she did it with sexy little whimpers.
I pressed her lower back, and she came up off the table; I massaged the nerves lightly, and she moaned and melted back down.
She reminded me of a kitten stretching.
"That's it, kitten. Take my cock." I grunted.
I ran my fingers through her pussy. She twitched when I rubbed her clit between my fingers.
"Look back at me,” I said.
When she did, her eyes were closed tight, and she held onto the table for dear life. Her body took me, responded to me, but her mind was somewhere else.
I pulled out of her, and her eyes shot open, searchin
g.
I reached out, and she took my hand. I pulled her up off the table.
"Straddle me," I commanded. I tried to keep my anger in check, but I hated she kept things from me. Hated that I didn't know her body. It was crazy for me to know all of her so soon, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to know my sweet sub.
To do that, she had to let me in.
Now!
Brooklyn
His sudden absence hurt my feelings, and my body protested. I was so close. I stood up confused and a little dizzy.
I crawled onto his lap.
His cock stood at attention between us. It gleamed in the light, covered in me. I reached for it, but Harrison grabbed my hands and held them behind my back.
I pouted and strained against him. He had a firm grip and wouldn't let me go.
"What's wrong, kitten?"
"Don't." I cringed and pushed off his lap.
The wrinkle above his nose showed his confusion.
I shook my head and turned away.
He grabbed my hand and yanked me back. His hands went to my throat as he lifted me and dragged me across the table.
I grasped his hands, kicked, and screamed for him to let me go.
"Brooklyn. Stop," he yelled.
I stopped.
He held his face, red with rage, a few inches from mine. The grip on my neck loosened a bit.
I wiped away the tears.
He maintained his hold on me, his face hovering over mine.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"What the fuck was that?" he asked.
"It was nothing." I looked away.
The hand around my neck squeezed, and his other hand ran down my torso and my stomach and pressed into my pussy.
I moaned when his fingers rubbed against my clit. I grounded my hips into his hands.
"Tell me to stop, Brooklyn." He plunged two fingers inside me.
I didn't, but I turned my face away from him.
He stopped and stepped away from me.
The sudden loss of his hands tugged at my soul.
I sat up. I crossed my hands over my chest.
"I didn't tell you to stop," I said, my tone nowhere appropriate for addressing my Dom.
"You might as well have; when you don't look at me, you're not with me." He held up his hands and dropped them. "What's the point?"
"Harrison," I whispered.
"And now you're covering yourself.” He pointed. “I don't understand."
My hands dropped. I scooted off the table and headed toward the bed to find my clothes.
My mind raced. My heart thumped in my chest. He wanted to know what happened, and I wasn't quite sure myself. The punishment did exactly what it was meant to do. I was sorry for the things I put him through. Sorry I had hurt him. My tears were cleansing, and his punishment made me feel my actions mattered to someone besides myself. And I wanted him so bad. When he was inside me, it felt so good, so right.
And then it didn't.
"Kitten,” he whispered.
I saw red. I spun around.
"Don't call me that," I yelled.
"Call you what?" he asked. "Kitten?"
"Stop." My chest tightened.
"Why not?"
"Never mind." I spit the words at him and shook my head. My heart thumped in my ears.
"What about bitch?" He grunted. "That more appropriate?"
I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
He stomped toward me.
I turned in his direction before he grunted and tackled me. The impact threw me onto the bed. It knocked the wind out of me.
I struggle and fought back, punching and kicking.
He wasn't fighting me. He held me and withstood my blows.
When I was too exhausted to move, I stopped. My hands dropped to my side. I tried to catch my breath.
"Calm down, sweets." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my ear against his chest. His heart raced along with mine.
I listened to his heartbeat, willing it to slow down.
"Did you just call me a bitch?" I spoke into his chest.
He loosened his grip.
I looked up into his eyes.
"Brooklyn?" He touched my face. With one utterance of my name, I wanted to come clean.
"God, this is so stupid," I said.
"If it’s something that makes you react like that, it's not stupid." He ran his hand down my neck and rested it between my tits.
"We don't have to get into all my little issues in one night. Let's save some for the second date." I smirked.
I leaned away from his scowling face, but he wouldn't let me get far.
"I told you about the night I left Malcolm." He nodded. "Malcolm used to call me kitten, and it was a secret nickname; he never called me that in front of other people, but with these guys, that's how he introduced me to them."
His face softened, and he reached up to cup my cheek.
"It confirmed everything I had been feeling about us." I ran my hand over his chest. "I wasn't special to him anymore."
His chest flexed under my palm.
"You know why Paul never called me Brooklyn?" I asked.
"No," Harrison whispered.
"He thought it sounded hood. Like where I'm from, the place where I was born and raised, was too hood for him." I had tears in my eyes again.
Seriously.
"He liked the idea of taking the poor little black girl out of poverty and exposing her to a life she would have never had without him." Tears fell out of my eyes. "The truth is he didn't rescue me. I just chose one fucked-up situation for a less fucked-up situation. But with both of them, I was fucked."
I peeked up at Harrison.
He licked his lips.
"When did my sub get such a dirty little mouth?" Harrison said with a smirk. "At least the second fucked-up situation came with unlimited funds. That's something."
I laughed. I rolled over and clung to him. My laughter turned into tears and then sobs against his chest. The kind of sobs that made you sick.
Harrison held me while I coughed up phlegm and snot ran out of my nose.
When I calmed down, I couldn't help but notice his cock rubbing against my stomach. I reached down and touched it.
"Brooklyn?"
My hand stopped.
He pulled it away from him and up to his mouth. He kissed my palm while staring at me with those blue eyes.
"We've had enough excitement for one night. Turn around."
I did as he commanded.
He pulled me into his front.
I brought his hands up to my lips. I smelled sex as I kissed him. I placed his hand around my neck and nuzzled my ass into him. I winced and groaned as the adrenaline of the night wore off.
"Yeah." Harrison ran his hand over my ass and adjusted his dick. "Your going to get it for that little tantrum but not tonight."
When I woke up again, Harrison was snuggled up behind me, snoring softly in my ear. The sun was high in the sky, and I had to pee.
I lifted his arm and scooted to the edge of the bed.
"You sneaking out on me?"
I turned back toward him.
"Just to the bathroom." I took a tentative step. "Ow."
"Sore?"
"Don't sound so pleased with yourself," I said.
Harrison swatted at me, but I jumped out of his reach.
"Go ahead. I'll give you a head start." He smirked and settled back into bed. "I'll catch you eventually. And when I do, that ass is mine."
Twenty-One
Harrison
Brooklyn’s warm naked body pulled me out of sleep. I curled myself around her and held her close, protecting her from some unknown enemy.
She ran her hand up and down my arm.
"You okay?" I asked.
I let go to allow her to turn in my arms and face me. When she settled back down, I hugged her close. My face buried in her hair, and I kissed her neck.
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She hummed.
"I'm good." She continued running her hand up my arm. She traced my shoulder and laid her hand flat on my pectoral muscle, moving it over my heart. Her hand stilled for a minute. Then she moved down.
My abs flexed under her fingers. I knew where she was headed, and I wouldn't stop her this time.
My cock needed her.
She touched me with feather light pressure at first then she gripped my member.
I groaned in her ear.
"Can I touch you, Sir?" she asked as she stroked me up and down. My cock responded to the attention by growing harder.
"You already are, Brooklyn." I narrowed my eyes.
"I could stop." Her hand stopped moving, but she didn't let go.
I grabbed her neck and rolled her on top of me. She got up on her knees. "Don't fucking stop."
She continued with a coy look on her face. I brought her face to mine, and my kiss dragged a moan from her. I must have rattled her brain because she stopped stroking me.
I flipped her on her back.
She gasped.
"I told you not to stop, sub." She reached out for me again.
I grabbed her wrists and held them over her head. She stopped struggling and growled. It was the sexiest sound in the world.
"That's it, puppy. Growl for me,” I said.
She grinned.
I lowered my face and nibbled on her neck. I worked my way down to her tits. I sucked on her nipple and then bit it.
She growled again and laughed.
I liked the combined sound, her pain and pleasure. I bit the other one.
She arched her back to push herself closer.
I let go of her wrists and concentrated on her nipples; they were a shade darker than her skin and hard. I pinched one with my fingers while teasing the other with my tongue. I made my way back up and captured her lips between my teeth.
"Growl for me again." I pulled.
She complied.
I rewarded her with another deep firm kiss that made my toes curl and my cock ache.
"Spread your legs wide for me, little pup."
She opened her legs.
"Wider."
She spread, her legs wide and knees bent.
I sat up on my knees and studied every inch of her body, I gazed at her pussy—wide open, glistening, and ready for me.
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