by J. M. Witt
Moving quicker than before, I trailed kisses down his solid chest and abs. His dick jumped in response to my breath blowing over him. Licking him from root to tip, I cupped his balls while doing so. I took my time and enjoyed every second of pleasuring him. His moans grew louder the deeper I took him and the closer he got. I loved hearing him respond to my touch.
His hands pulled my hair out of the way so that he could see me. Raising my eyes to his, he fucked my mouth and then lowered his head back to the pillow as his release took him over. Hands still in my hair, I sucked every last sweet drop from him, swallowing it down. When I was done licking him clean he pulled my mouth up to his.
My hair was a wreck and as we both tried getting it out of our faces I offered, “I can put it up.”
He shook his head, “No, I like it down.”
He stroked my face as he said it, tucking my hair behind my ears. I smiled at his words as he in turn smiled once more before kissing me. Leaning over him, I let his tongue explore my mouth as my body ached for him, my moans betraying me. I didn’t want to be greedy, but I was eager for more.
I was on my knees next to him when his fingers pressed into me. My legs clenched and my lips stopped moving against his. Gripping the back of my head, he kissed me deeper, that tongue of his fucking my mouth so I had no choice but to kiss him back.
Whimpering, my hips started rocking against his hand as he swallowed my cries. Fingers dug into his chest and shoulder as my arms used him for support. He removed his hand and slapped my ass before his hand resumed manipulating my clit.
“You ready to come again?”
How did he do that? When I didn’t respond—still grinding against his hand—he pulled back and studied my face. I tried to play it cool, but his smile ruined it for me. The blush crept up my cheeks as I nodded. I couldn’t hide what I wanted, what I felt, what I needed from him. Especially not when I was in his arms.
“Get up here.” He rolled to his back and I wasn’t quite sure what he was asking. “Pussy. Face. Now!”
“Oh, Jesus.”
Tilting his head, he asked, “What was that?”
Holding my laughter, but smiling, I replied, “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s right. Now fuck my face like a good little slut.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
TOGETHER
I’D FANTASIZED ABOUT this very thing. Todd never let me do it so it was something I wanted that much more. Gregor was clearly game. Sprawled on his back, I placed a knee on each side of his head. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me down to his mouth. I was tense and he knew it.
Slapping my ass, he ordered, “I said to fuck my face.”
Smiling, I blushed and began moving my hips. Why was there no goddamned headboard to hold onto? With one hand on the wall and the other grabbing his hair, I sought a deeper connection. His hand was groping my ass as his other spread me further apart.
“Oh, God.”
It didn’t take long for me to get lost in the sensations. After several minutes, my thighs were quivering and I couldn’t take much more, but I wasn’t ready to come either.
“I want your cock, Sir.”
Looking up at me, he just shook his head, denying my request. He became more aggressive with his mouth and I nearly bucked off his face. Growling, he pulled me back down. Leaning back, I braced my hands on his thighs. He must have sensed me losing control because he lifted his legs and braced his thighs against my shoulders. It was the support I needed as I continued to grind into his face.
“Oh, yes. Right there.”
My chest was heaving, hell, my whole body was. Searching, my hand found his erection and stroked him. I wanted to ride him and the very thought of it sent me over the edge. It wasn’t as intense of an orgasm, but it definitely was one, one that left you feeling good, but needing more.
I trembled against his mouth, catching my breath before climbing down. But I didn’t remove myself from his body, just moved lower. Kissing his lips, I enjoyed tasting myself on him. Wedging his dick between us, I wiggled against him.
“Someone wants more.”
“Yes, please. I want to ride you, Sir.”
Smiling, he held my face as he kissed me deeper. Then pulling his mouth from mine he whispered, “Get a condom.” Smiling, I did as instructed and rolled the condom down his length.
Straddling him once more, he slid right in and sent shivers up my spine as he did. I had to kiss him and lowered my mouth to his. The sensual beat of Together by The xx began playing as my body felt every note inside me, like a possession. Gregor’s hands were strong and they reminded every part of me, which he could reach, with their tight hold. Around my hips, over my ass, up my back, down my arms...his hands claimed me.
Looking down at him, in between kisses, I asked what I knew would never come to be. “How will I ever get enough of you?”
Grinning, and running his hands over my breasts, he thrust up into me harder and growled, “I’m here now. Take everything you can.”
I think my breath left me because his kiss revived me. Then I said what I wasn’t sure I should’ve said, before I thought about what I was actually confessing. I panicked briefly by the look that flashed in his eyes, but his response was perfect.
“I want to be owned by you, Sir.”
Clasping his hands with mine, he stole another part of me when he declared, “Tonight, I do own you. You’re mine.”
In that moment, things changed for me. I didn’t know it then, but I know it now. It was that moment, with that song playing, hands clasped, as were our bodies; ‘I do own you. You’re mine.’ Those tiny phrases ripped into me and seared themselves onto my soul. And the collar—though invisible—was then clasped tight around my neck.
I know that what he meant with his words was just for that night, but my instinct—or the stupid girl inside me—believed that it was much more than just tonight he was referring to.
My next orgasm flooded through me with our hands still clasped, but behind my back, as he sucked and marked my breasts. Whimpering in his ear, now chest to chest, he continued to thrust up in me until I was entirely limp. My vision was almost gone. The only thing I could feel was us. Sweat covered bodies clinging to one another with nothing but trembling breaths between us.
When our hands reluctantly released one another, I circled my arms under his shoulders as he held me close. Lifting, I moaned in protest and he shushed me. All he did was sit up far enough to pull the covers over us. Still joined as one, he held me under the covers, kissing my neck and running his hands over my slackened body.
We didn’t sleep, but lay that way as several songs serenaded us. Soft, slow kisses were exchanged while lazy hands twirled over each other’s bodies as if knowing we were both deprived of this kind of intimacy. It was intimacy that you only read about or saw in the movies. Now I knew that in order to write something so moving, someone had to first be moved.
Kissing my forehead, he peeled our bodies apart and climbed out of bed. I quickly checked my phone and there were no missed calls or texts. Again, we traded spots in the bathroom and when I returned to the bedroom he was face down in the middle of the bed.
Unable to resist, I smacked his ass and watched the smile spread across his face.
Leaning down, I softly asked, “Ready for that massage, Sir?”
He nodded.
Grabbing my massage oils, I straddled his back and got to work. As my hands dug into the flesh of his neck and shoulders, I could feel him sink further into the mattress. We talked and talked some more as I rubbed him down from neck to feet and back up again.
“Want me to do your front?” I knew he caught the innuendo in my voice and rolled over to his back.
“Yes.” His eyes scanned my body that was now covered with a skimpy nightie.
I started with his hand and worked my way up his arm, then moved to his other side and repeated my task. Straddling him, I felt his dick grow larger as I pretended to ignore it. Rubbing his chest, I worked my way low
er, moving to straddle his thighs. His erection ever present, I massaged his thighs before devoting my attention to his cock.
Sucking his balls into my mouth, I was pleased with his reaction. Soft growls of approval came from deep within him as I dropped kisses along his shaft before taking him in my mouth. It wasn’t long before he let go and spilled down my throat. What I loved about him was he enjoyed the torture I bestowed upon him. Licking, sucking, and stroking to my heart’s content, working every last drop out of him.
Pulling me up his body and then kissing me feverishly, he asked if I was ready for more.
“Yes, Sir.”
“What do want? The choice is yours. Paddle, belt, flogger...” Staring at him, I was momentarily taken aback that I got to choose. Arching a brow, he smirked, “Better hurry. You don’t want me to pick.”
“Flogger!”
“Thought so.” Kissing me, he then moved off the bed. “Get on your stomach.”
The flogger whistled through the air before landing on my back, then my ass, and my thighs were next. I felt the bed dip as he climbed over me. The tails began tickling my shoulders as I shuddered in response. The kisses he trailed down my back were just as potent as the flogger slapping against me. I needed them both equally. I loved handing control over to him, knowing he wouldn’t disappoint.
Feeling him move to the end of the bed, he asserted his demand. “Get on all fours.”
I assumed the position, ass in the air, back perched like a tabletop, eyes closed, and head relaxed. He spread my legs further apart as excitement filled me once more. The flogging continued, but it wasn’t long before another tear of a condom occurred.
Collapsing on the bed, he kissed my shoulders and my cheek as we caught our breath. It was nearly five in the morning. Music still filled the room, along with the sordid secrets our bodies had told one another.
A while later, after having to pry myself from his arms, I had whispered, “I’ll be right back,” and he hesitantly released me.
Upon climbing back in bed, his hands were immediately on me, pulling me close. He wrapped his arms around me like I was the most precious thing to him. His breath on my neck, a leg tangled between mine, his fingers knotted with mine, and I felt him drift off to sleep. His warmth surrounded me, seeped in, and burrowed itself in my bones. And I realized I’d been cold for far too long.
Then I wondered who needed whom more in that moment. Did he need someone to hold onto as much as I needed to be held? The answer was simple and complicated. A man like Gregor didn’t hold onto something or someone he didn’t want, didn’t need. And I wasn’t someone who’d let just anyone hold me. We needed each other equally.
Several more times he brought me to orgasm and a couple of times I was on the brink of tears from the sheer power of it all. He tapped into pent up emotions and desires I was still trying to comprehend. He came four times that night. Even in my twenties I never met a man who could do that. Whatever he had, they should bottle it and sell it. It’d make a fortune on the black market.
The passion that consumed us that fateful night was the last thing I expected. For the short couple of hours that we tried to sleep, we were entwined in one another, unable to stop touching each other, stop pleasuring each other. He stroked and kissed every inch of my face and I in turn did the same. The intimacy was unexpected, but everything I needed. Someone was one hundred percent in the moment and into me.
In the morning, after taking me again, he sang I’m on Fire to me as I sucked him off once more. Lord have mercy, I may have come unhinged, though I tried to conceal it. His voice was velvet and gravel rolled into one. It was dirty and sexy listening to him sing that song as I did what I did to him. I mean, how many times had that blasted song come on when I was reading an email from him or typing my response? And I’d told him as much. I knew one thing...
If he’s the Devil, I’m his advocate.
We lay around like an ordinary couple, knowing we were anything but. He was propped up against the headboard checking work email on his phone. Laying perpendicular, my head was on his chest as we talked and laughed.
Looking down at me as his fingers swept idly across his phone, he apologized. “Sorry. Some things at work I need to handle.”
“You’re fine. Do what you need to.”
He took care of what he needed to and then sat in front of me. Legs around his waist, I began massaging his neck, shoulders, and back. My music had been turned off as we started talking about some of his musical likes. Putting music on from his phone, he started singing along. I wasn’t familiar with the song, but that didn’t matter. He had my full attention. I could listen to him sing all day...and night.
The morning was slipping away from us and I knew it’d be over soon. He called the front desk to confirm his checkout time. Once he was off the phone, he pulled some protein bars from his bag and handed me one. We sat a while longer, still touching, talking, and laughing.
“Shower with me.”
Heading to the shower, we bathed under the warm water, kissing and stroking one another. This was it. He had to leave once we were dressed and so did I. Holding me close, his hands drifted over my slick body as I did the same. He was aroused so lowering myself, I took his release from him there on my knees as the water fell upon us.
When I was done, he helped me to my feet and we shared a long and passionate kiss. It was a kiss where our lips whispered silent goodbyes to one another. I was deliciously happy and already aching to be with him again. Once we were cleaned, he turned the water off and handed me a towel before wrapping another around his waist.
We got dressed as we shared smiles across the room, smiles of adoration. Packing our bags, we double checked that we had everything.
“Ready?”
NO! I nodded and softly said, “Yes. I’m ready.”
Walking to the elevator, maid service smiled at us as the woman inquired to our stay. I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d heard the morning flogging and cries of ecstasy that had come from our room earlier.
“Did you have a nice stay?” She smiled brightly at us as I nodded.
“We did. Thank you.” His eyes met mine discreetly as I pressed my lips together, trying to contain my amusement.
Stepping into the elevator, the doors closed and I let the laugh fall from my lips. He smiled knowingly as the heat in my body was reflected in my face. He walked me to my car and hugged me. Kissing me quickly, he wished me a good weekend.
“Be good tonight and this weekend. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Will do. Thank you. I had a great time.”
“Me too. You know how to get back to your hotel?”
“Yes. I’ll be fine.”
“Ok.”
Slapping my ass, I climbed into my car after placing my bags in the back seat and watched as he made his way to his truck. Plugging in my phone, I turned it off silent and texted Tami to let her know I was on my way. She replied back right away asking for coffee and I was happy to oblige.
When I looked back up, his truck was gone. Pulling up my email, I wanted to send him my customary ‘thank you’ message. I was too late. My phone pinged and there a new email from him awaited.
TO: [email protected]
12:07 PM
Subject: Re: Mmmm
Are you glowing...?
TO: [email protected]
12:09 PM
Subject: Sigh
Music from last night playing...
I’ll never listen to them the same way again...
I’m still in awe at how my body responds to your words, touch, look...
Until next time the reels will play over and over.
So, yes. I’m glowing.
I didn’t hear back from him and that was ok. I knew he had a busy day ahead of him and so did I. Listening to music, mostly from the night before, I started to become emotional. It was hard to focus as the songs filled me with memories. His touch, his voice, his eyes... Making it hard to breathe and
my body felt weighed down by it all. I put it off as pure exhaustion hitting me. We’d only slept a few short hours and for me, it was restless. With all the playing and fucking, it was perfectly normal for me to feel whipped. Pun intended.
Stopping for coffee and a few other things, I made it back to my hotel. The closer and closer I got to my hotel room, and to Tami, the more my emotions inched to the surface. It was like a war began inside of me. I felt irrational at being emotional.
Walking in the door, I set down the coffee and my bags, avoiding eye contact with her. I could feel her quietly observing me, waiting patiently.
Finally, she asked, “Well, how was it?” Looking to her, my eyes betrayed me. Her expression quickly changed from delight to concern. “Meredith, what happened? Are you ok?”
“No, I’m fine. It was amazing.” I was well aware of my voice cracking.
She placed the palm of each hand on both sides of her forehead and glared at me. “Jesus Christ. What did you do?”
Shaking my head to clear the tears that were about to spill, I knew where she was going with this and I denied it. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Yes you did. You fell.”
It was like a punch to the gut. What the hell was she talking about? “What! I did not.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
RESCUE MY HEART
“YES, YOU DID.” She groaned, “You’re breaking the rules. No emotions, Meredith.”
I was in denial and spit out, “Fuck you. I did not fall.”
I sat down on the vacant bed and stared at her. And like the good friend she was, she waited. She got up and grabbed her coffee and handed me mine. Why I’d gotten myself one was beyond me. I needed to sleep, not caffeinate myself.
Looking at my hands as I played with the coffee cup, I whimpered, “It was amazing. So passionate. I wasn’t expecting that.” I let the tears fall without wiping them away. “I don’t know what happened, I...it just.” I sighed. “He’s amazing.”