by Linzi Basset
“Shall I give you a deep cleansing rub, baby? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m perfectly equipped.”
Kayla’s body was ahead of him by far. She canted her hips up and down against his shaft, sitting snug and tight between her ass cheeks.
“I’ll let your forwardness slide for today but be warned, Kayla, I’ll not be this lenient again,” he growled in her ear as he simultaneously pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. A carnal moan doused the sound of the falling water as she clenched her inner muscles around his digits plunging at leisure, exploring the depths of her satiny walls.
“Damn you, Steele,” she clipped through her teeth as he refused to give her what she craved.
He spun her around so fast she reeled, but the words she was about to fling at him, dissipated from her mind as she became lost in his silvery eyes; they glowed like the devastating stare of a wolf about to attack. It disconcerted her as she struggled to regain some vestige of composure.
“It’s time, Kayla. Fuck … it’s been too long,” he grunted as his hands folded under her buttocks to position her over his eager cock. He turned off the water as he noticed her blinking the drops from her eyes.
Kayla couldn’t wait, she locked her legs around his waist.
“Fuck!” she screamed as he pulled her hips down, impaling her in one hard thrust. She arched her neck, her head spun with long forgotten sensations.
“Hell and damnation, that feels so good. So, fucking hot and gripping me so tight,” he growled in her throat.
“Steele … it’s time to talk less and act more,” Kayla snapped, completely strung up like a tightrope. She groaned as his delighted chuckle toggled at something deep inside her, awakening repressed emotions.
He drew back and with a harsh expletive, began rocking inside her. Slow, deep thrusts that enticed, rather than satisfied. Kayla writhed and thrashed against his body, silently demanding more.
“Enough,” he snapped in a chilled voice. “I’ve given you enough leeway, Kayla. Keep still or I stop. I’m in control now and I have no desire to be rushed,” he said, still watching her. “Last warning. Stop moving.” The order fired at her, enticing her body to grow still in immediate submission to his command.
What the fuck just happened?
The tingling of an impending climax scratched deep inside her loins, yet Steele kept the lazy rhythm, ensuring she hovered on the edge, a hair’s breadth away from tumbling into a blissful release.
“Please,” she cried and then threw caution to the wind as he refused to comply. She writhed against him, moving her hips in a wild tango of lust.
“I gave you fair warning. You will be punished for your disobedience, Kayla.”
“Just fuck me,” she demanded. “Gaawd,” she screamed as he began pounding into her, driving her hard up against the tiles with each forward thrust. She splintered apart at the second thrust. A primal wail accompanied her bucking hips as the grimace of pleasure on her face crystallized into a sculpture of rapture.
Steele was caught unaware by the intensity of her orgasm that triggered his own—too soon but he couldn’t stop it as heat flushed his chest. He slumped in a state of concupiscent exhilaration as he drowned under waves of pleasure with the dam bursting inside him. He grunted and spurted pulsating streams of hot viscous semen inside her. He ignored her painful moan as he clamped her buttocks in a tight fist to empty himself inside her molten heat with quick, vicious thrusts.
Kayla slumped against him; her legs hung limply around his hips as she struggled to bring her haggard breathing under control. She protested softly as he disentangled her from his body.
“Get on your knees, Kayla.” His voice slashed through the room like a spear. She glanced at him, unable to resist the deep, dark command in his voice, filled with a compelling power that made her tremble. She found herself kneeling without making a conscious decision to obey.
“I’ll never allow disobedience to slip by, Kayla. Remember that. This is a soft punishment. Take heed, love, you’re already treading on thin ice.”
Her lips automatically fell open as he pressed the mushroom-shaped tip of his cock against her mouth. Her eyes widened as he grated out through thin lips, “You’ll clean me up. No hands, Kayla. I only want to feel your lips and tongue.” He caught her hair in his fist and yanked back her head. “You’ll take my cock down your throat to ensure you clean every inch of me.”
Kayla blinked. “I …” Her eyes dropped to his huge penis. “There’s no way I’ll fit that in my mouth,” she said indignantly. Her stomach rolled as a memory of a similar act two years ago broke loose to taunt her. She felt her body solidify at the quirk of his lips along with a raised eyebrow. He leaned closer and repeated slowly.
“My cock down your throat, love, and don’t insult me by claiming you can’t do it.”
The idea of tasting him on her lips excited her but she’d only been deep-throated once … by him. An uneasy trickle scratched at her as his words cracked inside her mind. It sounded suspiciously like he knew she’d performed such a punishment before.
“Now, Kayla,” he rasped and pushed his bulbous tip past her lips, ignoring her loud gulp. Tasting herself on his cock was a strange feeling but before she could dissect it further, his fingers tightened around her hair. His engorged cock sunk deeper.
“If I have to repeat myself, that cute little ass of yours is going to sting, love. Get to work.”
She glared at him but began to suck on his hard flesh. Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled back before sucking him in, all the way to the back of her throat. Steele’s gaze bore into hers as he pushed deeper and didn’t stop when she gagged.
“Flatten your tongue,” he ordered brusquely. He watched her eyes widen and fill with tears as he forced his length deeper until her nose touched his crotch.
“I abhor lies, Kayla, and you’ve been living one for a long time,” he said with a grunt. He pulled out as she clawed at his legs when her throat closed up. He offered her a small respite. “Let’s get me clean, shall we?”
He pumped mercilessly, spellbound by the strands of saliva dripping from her chin as he thrust. Her throat convulsed around his cock, testing the final vestiges of his control. With his body shuddering, he pushed himself deeper inside her throat in frenzied urgency.
Kayla cried out as the next moment, he yanked her to her feet and spun her to face the tiled wall. All in one movement that made her head spin wildly. She was totally unprepared for his onslaught as he dipped his cock inside her pussy while she coughed and gagged, trying to catch her breath.
“I love your honeyed lubrication, baby,” he growled in her ear in a wicked warning as he pulled his cock free from her clenching slit. “Perfect for this.”
Kayla clawed at the tiles as his blunt cockhead pushed against her rosette.
“No! Steele, I can’t … I’ve never—”
“Another lie, Kayla,” he spat angrily, unconcerned as she screamed when he pushed the tip past her sphincter.
“Want to try and tell me again that this is the first time a cock is dipping inside your ass, Kayla?”
Kayla began to tremble, refusing to accept the knowledge he claimed to have of her sexuality.
“Steele, don’t,” she whimpered. He responded by pushing deeper, inch by inch until he hilted inside her ass. “Fuck it burns!” she wailed.
“It’ll pass, Kayla, just try to relax, but make no mistake, I am going to fuck your ass.”
He dragged his cock back; slowly, taking the time to ensure that every inch of his length awakened the nerve endings surrounding his hard shaft.
“Ready?” His voice sounded ominous, dark and so hungry, that she was caught off guard as her pussy reacted by flushing with liquid heat.
His chuckle attested to feeling the reaction he had over her. “Yes, I see that you are.”
He plunged back in. Hard, deep and cloaked her in such heat that her pussy gushed uncontrollably in response. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she fel
t his cock twitch inside her.
“You are the perfect subbie to feed my ravenous appetite,” he said in rhythm with his body possessing hers.
A hot flush covered Kayla’s skin as her body pulsed to the demand of his hands, of the slow strokes that broke through her resistance and awakened her fervor.
“Yes, baby, just like that. Show me what you want,” he rumbled as her back arched in response to the newfound ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her.
She couldn’t deny that the unfettered power of his mind and body controlled her every thought and movement. His strength inebriated her soul as she gave over to the lure of it. In that moment, Kayla Silver ceased to exist; she became his, his submissive in body, mind, and soul.
He pounded hard against her buttocks, slapping them apart with every thrust. He growled and inhaled deeply, as wafts of her fresh scent reached his nose.
“You smell like mine, Kayla,” he said and powered into her.
He spread her swollen lips to pump two fingers inside her. She forgot to breathe, floundering in a mind that was in total disarray, unable to understand the myriad of sensations that flooded her. She couldn’t tell where it came from—her vagina or ass. It didn’t matter and she didn’t care. All she knew was how he overwhelmed her with his fingers possessing her pussy and his cock rioting inside her ass. He engulfed and overloaded her sensory input as she tried desperately to draw a breath.
She finally lost it. She had no control over her body as the coil inside her loins snapped and she climaxed— again and again.
“No more. You have to stop,” she pleaded weakly as he showed no sign of slowing down.
“Dig deeper, Kayla. You’ve got the stamina. I’m far from done with you.” His movements became wild and uncontrolled, until with a loud roar, he spilled his hot semen inside her, which set off another series of climaxes to ripple through Kayla.
She battled to breathe, her chest heaving as she gasped in desperate need of air.
“Easy, love,” Steele purred in her ears as he picked her up and carried her into her room. She sighed into the bed as he sat her down, only to cry out in surprise as he sank his still hard cock back inside her pussy.
He stared at her, his face a canvass of unexpurgated lust. “Ready for round two?”
“Holy shit!”
His laughter still rang through her mind when he began to move, proving without a doubt that he hadn’t been kidding when he said he had a ravenous appetite.
Hypnagogia occurred at the threshold of consciousness. Whether you’re escaping into sleep or it is brought on by your screaming alarm clock, it happens. It's the time where your lucid dreams formed, creating a bridge from bodily control to your brain's freedom. It's the last few moments of an exciting dream, your borderland state, the predormitum process. It's where your body feels awake, but your mind is a continuous wanderer, scaling the hollow valleys and soaring summits of your imagination.
Kayla’s favorite place was hypnagogia. She was still relaxed but lucid enough to think. It was during that space of time where the epiphanies came from and the hard decisions were made. She left her carousel of erratic ideas to the flat, steady land of waking life. Because in this state, she always worked out a problem quicker than she could awake. In that perilous state, she could see clearly, and everything was simple. No one was there to pull the wool over her eyes or smother her with human interaction and the lies that came with it. She had complete control over her mind in that abridged hour of utopia.
Not this morning though. She woke up languid, her mind clear of any thought, of any troubles and concerns of the predicament Jade had left her in. She yawned loudly and stretched lazily.
“Ouch … goodness,” she moaned as she felt the pinch of muscles she had no idea existed. Her eyes sprang open and she clutched the duvet against her chest as she glanced around frantically. A sigh of relief drifted to the ceiling. “He’s gone.”
Although, as the words echoed through her mind, she detected the disappointment in the tremor of her voice.
After last night, there was no denying in Kayla’s mind that Steele was a sexual dominant. Through and through. He had completely put her through a wringer. If she’d thought their first night together had been wild, he had completely upped the level of lasciviousness last night. She had been completely under his control … or rather, her body had, because no matter how her mind at times had yelled, ‘No, stop! Enough, I can’t anymore!’ her body had yielded with every demand he made.
“I feel like a train wreck,” she complained as she pushed upright against the headboard. She sniffed the air as the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee preceded the arrival of a black boxer wearing Steele with a tray. It was laden with coffee and two plates filled with a scrumptious farmhouse breakfast.
“You’re still here?” Her voice sounded lame and filled with shocked surprise.
“Of course, I’m still here. What do you think I am, Kayla? I’d never up and leave you after the night we just had.” He sat down the tray at the bottom of the bed. His gaze caught and held hers. “Unlike what you did to me two years ago in Los Angeles.”
“I— WHAT?” Her eyes flared open as she gaped at him in shock. The cogs in her brain scrambled to comprehend what he’d just said.
“You heard me.”
“I don’t … oh my god, I can’t believe you knew it was me— all this time! How did you know?”
“You knew who I was, didn’t you?”
Kayla considered lying but the warning in his eyes was enough of an incentive to bury that thought at birth. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She had acted like a complete nymphomaniac that night, safe in the belief that he didn’t know who she was, even though they had been aware of each other at college. He had been six years ahead of her and although they had a few heated eye clashes during the occasions he came there in the final year of finalizing his doctorate, he’d never given her the time of day.
“Yes.”
“So, the question should be, why did you seek me out to seduce and entice me to have sex with you, especially if you believed I didn’t know who you were?”
“Ehm … would you believe if I said I was drunk and—” The darkening flash in his eyes answered the question before she finished it. She gulped. “Shouldn’t we have breakfast? You went to so much trouble. It’ll be a shame for it to go to waste … and it does smell divine.”
Steele stared at her for long, tense moments. Kayla suppressed the urge to duck her head under the duvet and hide from the knowing look in his eyes. She’d be horrified if he knew why she’d been so bold that night. Why she’d finally given in to the desire to be the one, the sole recipient of his attention for a couple of hours. Now that she realized he’d known it was her all along, she was completely shaken out of the comfortable cocoon she’d lived in the past two years.
More than that, she was confounded as to why he was so adamant to marry her. Was she missing something? Was there more to his proposal than recouping his financial losses by having her as his wife?
“Very well.” His gruff voice broke through her musings. A shiver trailed down her spine as his gaze didn’t waver from hers. “But after that, we are going to talk. I won’t have the past hovering over us like a shadow, Kayla. You have some explaining to do and I deserve to know the truth. I’m warning you, don’t even think of using this time to conjure up a lie. I’ll know and believe me, you don’t want to meet the devil inside me.”
Kayla could do no more than nod her acquiescence. Suddenly, the world had shifted gears. Whereas she’d been on a cloud of ecstasy last night, now she’d been dumped right in the middle of a potential hellish disaster. She had no idea how she was going to get herself out of this mess without making a complete fool of herself.
Steele sat on the bed next to her and placed the tray on her lap. He took his and started to eat. Kayla followed suit, if for no other reason than to give her hands something to do. The meal was so delicious, she soon realized s
he was ravenous. Must’ve been all the energy she’d expunged the previous night.
“I’m surprised. You’re a very good cook,” she said between bites.
“My mother taught my sister and me from a young age. I can even bake a cake and make the best desserts you can think of.” He shrugged. “I live alone and work long hours but I’m not fond of restaurant food all the time, so I cook for myself.” He glanced askance at her. “How about you?”
Kayla grinned indulgently. “I get by and thought I was a passable cook … until now. I think between the two of us, you’re by far the better one.”
Steele didn’t respond and continued eating. The silence was a little less strained than before. He finished first and sipped his coffee as he stared out of the window to the iced over lake. “Have you heard anything from Jade?”
Kayla shook her head; her spirit sank just thinking of her. “No. I’m disappointed. I asked her so nicely to pay back the money she stole, to go and see you and take accountability for what she’d done.” She sighed heavily. “I had hoped something of what I said got through to her but I clearly didn’t. She hasn’t paid any of the money back and Dave said everything at her house is quiet.”
“The irony of it is that she’s probably going to gamble that money away and end up completely destitute in the near future. I think your friend has tipped over and doesn’t know when it’s time to walk away from a bet. She keeps believing the next hand is going to hit the jackpot.”
“The saddest part for me is that I believed her all these years that she had stopped. I even accompanied her to the support groups while she went out of town over weekends to keep up her habit.”
“I never understood why you were best friends with her.”
“Why do you say that?”