by Aoide, Arden
After a minute of him exploring her, Dahlia wantonly lifted both knees closer to her chest and it took all Alex’s strength not to take that as a complete invitation. She was trusting him right now so completely with her body that it overwhelmed him just a little. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
He spread her thighs apart, placing wet kisses along where her bottom met her thigh and looked at her. Dahlia was becoming less surprised at her own behavior. She wouldn’t come right out and tell Alex that he had free rein to do whatever he pleased or at least he wouldn’t have to try very hard to persuade her. Persuading could be half the fun, she thought. Another thing she was starting to not just realize, but know without a doubt, was that this man wanted her, and in an almost painful way.
She moved her hand down her body and watched Alex watch her. When she touched herself, she never made an ordeal about it. She usually just got it over and done with. But, she would make an effort for him. She brought her hand to her breast and she felt rather than see Alex still his movements. She used both hands to touch her nipples and she watched his eyes follow her movements. Then his eyes landed back on hers. He was going to do something cruel, she could see it, but she didn’t know what. She would find out very quickly.
Alex barely touched her with his tongue along her perineum and below. Just a barely there tortuous movement that had Dahlia writhing on the bed. She thought correctly that as soon as she began masturbating, he would cease all teasing. As soon as her fingers began to move rapidly over her already swollen clitoris, Alex spread her wide and fucked her hole with his tongue. He tilted his face to the side so that he could fit his fingers in her pussy.
It didn’t take Dahlia long. Very quickly he felt her squeezing his fingers and he started to slowly lick her hole and perineum in long slow stripes. He kissed her once on each thigh and got up on his knees. He wiped his arm across his wrecked face and waited for her to open her eyes. “You are an absolute fucking feast.”
She took one look at him panting and so so aroused that she acted on instinct. She rolled over in one smooth movement, though her bottom was still fucking sore, and she crawled up higher onto the bed and looked over her shoulder at him. She knew that this might be seen as an invitation for more naughty sex, but he was turning her into a naughty girl.
He jerked forward taking her hips in hand and God, he didn’t know it was possible to get even more turned on than he was. He pushed inside her with one smooth movement and fucked her at a steady pace. He was rubbing at the marks on her bottom very fondly and he suddenly felt the urge to feel her against him. He lowered himself to sit on his feet, forcing her upwards against her headboard until she was half upright on her knees holding on to the top of it tightly. She had quite a bit of control in this position and he had free use of his hands. He kissed her shoulders and neck with one hand around her waist and the other palmed her breast. “You were going to let me weren’t you?”
Dahlia didn’t answer right away and he didn’t know if she was playing dumb. She turned her face toward his and they kissed. “It looks like you’re doing whatever you want.”
He laughed lowly. “You were nearly begging me, Dahlia.”
She gave him a demure look that made him want dangerous things. “I don’t know what you mean.”
He laughed again. “My mistake.” He pulled out of her to her great distress. “I want you on top.” She was momentarily confused, but he had her fixed on top of him very quickly. He raised his knees up causing her to fall on top of him. He gripped her back and kissed her. He moved his face to the side and brought a finger up to her mouth and she tentatively sucked it into her mouth. He groaned as she learned quickly that he really enjoyed it, but it was interfering with his plans. He slowly moved it in and out and whispered to her. “Beg me with your mouth, Dahlia.” He removed the finger from her mouth and skated his hand down her back and sore bottom and teased at her hole. She was still so soaked that her sucking his finger was only a symbolic gesture. To Alex’s surprise, she pushed back against the finger. “Beg me, Dahlia,” he said roughly. He breached her, but only just. She gave a sound of acquiescence. “Push it in, Alex. Fuck me. I want it hard and fast and then–” She took a deep breath. “And then after you’ve stretched me, I’m going to want your cock to tear me open. I want you to fuck me and fill me.”
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Alex had lost control of the situation again. He knew he needed to be in control for anal sex, so he would just do the best he could with what control he had. He flipped her over and fucked her earnestly, and he worked his finger in her hole slowly, but thoroughly. By the time he felt her come, his finger was in to the second knuckle. She was impossibly tight and he imagined many days of teasing her and getting her ready since she wanted it so much.
“God, and I’m going to fuck you, Dahlia. So much. I’m going to fuck your mouth, your pussy, your ass. fuck, Dahlia.” Alex pushed his finger a little further inside her. “What you do to me–” he whispered helplessly.
He slowed his pace. “Is my finger enough for now, or do you think you could take my cock?” He stretched the rim out a bit and her eyes grew wide. He chuckled and bent down to kiss her. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ve got to practice stretching you with my tongue and fingers before you’ll be ready. Your ass is mine. No one has ever had it and I’ve got to make sure that I court it properly.”
Dahlia wasn’t going to bring up what he’d just called her, but it still warmed her just the same. “Have you ever?”
“No. My ex–” he shook his head. “You are by far the naughtiest, filthiest, freakiest girl I’ve ever been with and from what I can tell, you aren’t crazy. It’s a conundrum to be honest, and I’m wondering about poor Nick. Maybe he’s just a normal guy who wants normal sex with a normal girl. And you scared him off when you begged him to finger your ass while he pissed on you. Poor guy. He probably cried in the bathroom a lot.”
Dahlia found it hard to properly laugh when he was still fucking her. In two places, she thought, dizzily. “Well, apparently I’m slacking because you’re inside me holding a conversation.” She lowered her voice. “Why don’t you piss on me?”
Alex doubled over laughing and slipped out in the process. It was a shock to the system to be so empty all at once.
“Sorry.” He smiled and went to push into her again, but she stopped him. She sat up a bit and kissed him slowly, but thoroughly. He didn’t know what she was up to, but he was going with it.
She pulled away and whispered to him. “Do you like my tits, Alex?” She stroked over them slowly with one hand.
“Yes. Very much.”
“What do you like about them?” She asked as she dipped her fingers down into her wetness, and then rubbed the moisture into her nipples.
He was captivated. He felt like he should be leaving money on her dresser. A lot of it. “They’re big and gorgeous. They’re connected to you.”
She fell back slowly pulling a few pillows behind her so she would be at an incline. “What would you like to do to them?”
“I want to taste your nipples,” he said in a rush.
“Of course.” She nodded. “What would you like to do to my tits after that, do you think?”
He grasped his cock and exhaled harshly. “I’m going to come all over them.”
He crawled over to her and sucked her arousal off of each nipple and then surrounded her hips with his knees. And wasn’t that a sight, he thought. He pushed into his hand rapidly and she hummed in pleasure. In no time, he was painting her breasts and neck with long bursts of come. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
“Proud of yourself, aren’t you?” She looked down at the mess.
He nodded and rolled onto his side, eyes half closed. She poked him.
“I’ve let you go without a shower, but your hand is covered. It didn’t all land on me. Go wash them.”
He was in and out of the bathroom within seconds and Dahlia heard the water run just briefly. She feigned disgust, but
he grabbed her and kissed her. He was unsteady on his feet and she helped him to bed. She cleaned herself up quickly and crawled in beside him. She sighed in contentment when he spooned up behind her. She arranged the blankets over them and snuggled deeper in his embrace. She was positive that she wouldn’t want to leave his bed the whole weekend and her mind wandered over all the devious things they would do. The flogging had been a mixture of pain, pleasure, and absolute need. She didn’t understand why she needed it, but she’d read books and articles, and while nothing completely convinced her that it was healthy, she read nothing that dissuaded her. She was slightly freaked out by her intense curiosity of Alex’s collection. She assumed he had one. She was also a little freaked out by how much she enjoyed her ass played with. When she wasn’t aroused, it seemed like such an alien concept, but when he was in the vicinity, talking about all the things he wanted, she craved it. Would have begged. Did beg. She was just pleased that he was more cautious. But she didn’t think he’d be cautious for long.
“I won’t break your heart,” he whispered into her hair.
Dahlia didn't close her eyes for a long time.
Chapter 8
The next morning when Dahlia turned over in bed, she heard a groan from Alex, but it didn't sound like an entirely pleasant one. She had to pee quite badly, but as she tried to roll out of bed, she grimaced. It felt like she'd been hit by a truck. Every muscle in her body ached, not to mention a slightly sore bottom. Even wiping herself was painful and she tried to mentally calculate how many times they'd had sex the past two days. It wasn't an easy exercise.
She shuffled back to bed and curled back up against Alex. He groaned again. “Are you alright?” Dahlia asked tiredly.
His answer was completely incomprehensible, but she got the gist. He sounded sore and worn out, too. She briefly thought that they'd come down with some sort of flu, but she didn't feel sick, just bone tired. Alex must be feeling the same way.
Just when she'd nearly fallen back to sleep, the alarm went off on Alex's phone, startling them both unpleasantly. It took him a few long seconds to get it off, but when he did, he stretched and groaned again. “I feel like I'm going to die. Did we do something crazy last night?”
Dahlia laughed quietly. “Define crazy.”
Alex stretched and gave a little laugh. “I guess maybe the week has caught up with us. I had such plans for tonight.” He sighed dramatically.
Dahlia felt stirrings of interest, but only enough just to tease him. “I guess I'll stay home tonight. I mean, really. Why else would I need to come over?”
Alex turned toward her and nuzzled her breast. “I shall try to manage. I wouldn't want to leave you wanting.” He raised up and kissed her fully.
She sighed indulgently. “I might let you off the hook.”
“It's too late now,” he said and sat up. He hissed uncomfortably.
“Come shower with me. It will make you feel better.” Dahlia suggested. “I won't make you use soap.”
Alex laughed delightedly. “I imagine that while I'm washing you, that I'd get inevitably clean.”
Dahlia got up slowly and walked toward the bathroom. She turned around briefly to tempt him. “Maybe I'll forgo the soap as well.” She walked in the bathroom and started the shower, but not before she heard his laugh again.
It was a hot and languid shower. Both were aroused, but quite content in stroking and massaging each other as the water fell on them both. Without prompting, Alex washed Dahlia's hair, and even conditioned it when she'd reached for the bottle. He washed every square inch of her, much to her embarrassment, but he looked at her with heated eyes as his hands ran over her. He couldn't keep his eyes and hands off of her bottom. It was the perfect shade of pink.
“I've got quite a problem.” Alex pulled her bottom against his cock and touched her everywhere he could reach.
Dahlia was half listening as the pleasure he was giving her was quite sublime. “Hmm?”
“I want to come. I'm quite happy doing that right here.” He reached down and began to steadily stroke her clitoris. “But, I'm quite sure I'll fall and sustain a massive head injury.”
Anytime he had her quite mindless, she always felt compelled to do something that she probably wouldn't have thought of had she been of sound mind. She pulled away from him and turned off the water. She stepped out with Alex looking completely confused and ran to her bed soaking wet. Once he peaked his head out, he quite understood.
It was freezing when he stepped out, but he knew that in a few short seconds he'd be sinking into the hottest place in his existence. He pounced on her quite ungracefully, but her body accepted his so easily that it marveled him. It took a few long seconds of giggling and fumbling, but once Alex planted his knees, he was able to push into her consistently. He licked the water off her neck and collarbone, and moved down to her breasts. Her nipples had responded to the chill of getting out of the bath, and Alex gladly warmed them with his tongue.
Their bodies were slowly drying and Alex was able to move more freely. He knew that this was only supposed to be a quick fuck, but he found himself getting distracted by the water droplets on her skin and he tried to chase each one within his reach with his tongue.
“Now you're going to have to go all day with me inside you. My come wetting your panties all day long,” he whispered to her in his dirtiest voice.
She moaned and thrust her hips toward him. He laughed darkly. “I think I'll fuck you every morning after your shower.”
Alex made her feel insatiable. When he was inside her and telling her such filthy things, it made her want even more. It made her brave. “Are you going to be dirty enough? With me just on your cock?”
“Where else would I want you?” He asked breathless and curious.
“I want you to wear me like perfume. I want to smell it on you later today. I want to kiss your mouth and remember.” Dahlia didn't know where this person came from, but Alex triggered it.
“Christ,” Alex hissed out and moved down the bed, burying his face in her very wet pussy. He licked and sucked at her with no rhyme or reason and the intensity caused her to cry out in an unexpected wave of pleasure. He helped her ride out her orgasm with steady licks to her clitoris.
Once he knew she was finished, he raised up steadily, dripping with her, and he rubbed his chin on his wrists. Staring at her like sex personified, he took his soaking wrists and ran them over each side of his neck. He licked his lips and climbed back up her now dry body. It was time to fill her up. And he did. Within the minute, he pushed his cock in as far as it could go, and made her take it. He momentarily felt like he was an animal claiming his property for how strongly he'd wanted her to have his come inside her. He knew that it wasn't logical because he knew that no man would know it. He felt strongly that she'd never let any other man inside her again.
He rolled off of her breathing heavily, and letting out an incredulous laugh. “I was pretty sure when I woke this morning that we'd be taking it easy today.” He moved his head to look at her. “I'm quite addicted to you.”
Dahlia thought maybe 'I love you' was overrated. “Yeah. Addiction about covers it,” she told him with a lazy smile.
Nick texted Dahlia to tell her that he'd bring bagels if she'd make a pot of coffee. They all shared a leisurely breakfast and discussed their business for the day. Alex's afternoon was fairly booked, but Nick and Dahlia were finished for the week, so they'd just be taking new clients and doing some organizing.
“Are you staying with Alex for the whole weekend?” Nick asked.
Dahlia nodded. “Starting tonight.”
Nick looked like he'd wanted to say something else, but didn't. Alex was curious, but he felt a bit of dread at Nick's expression.
Dahlia apparently didn't have any reservations. “What?” Her expression wasn't forgiving.
Nick sighed. “I'm thinking I might go see my parents this weekend.”
Dahlia sucked in a breath and Alex looked back and forth between
the two. “Why?” She sounded betrayed. Her expression cleared. “Is one of them on their deathbed?”
Nick reached down and grabbed his bag. He pulled out a large envelope and handed it to her. Dahlia opened it up and found a handwritten letter from his mother saying that they would give Nick $250,000 to buy Dahlia out. The other papers were formal drafts from his parent's attorney.
Dahlia shouldn't have felt surprised. They hated her. They never thought she was good enough for their son. It didn't matter that her son also participated in getting her pregnant. When he told them about the divorce, they were really cruel. It only took two trips with Callie before he cut all ties. They had told Callie that since Nick was successful, Dahlia was going to try to get half and take off. That Dahlia was only interested in a man to take care of her, since she had been a stay-at-home mom for much of Callie's younger years. When Callie started elementary school, Dahlia was able to start college and get her degree. She and Nick busted their asses, but they both had a dream for their business and bought the building when the real estate market was shit, but Austin was cleaning up the east side anyway. It happened to be a successful gamble on their part. The east side was growing.
“I'm going to tell them to back the fuck off. I'm not going to tell them what we're really worth because they'd probably shit and it's really none of their business,” Nick explained.
“Why go at all? You could call or send a certified letter,” she asked, not really wanting Nick to have to deal with his toxic parents. “Besides, I'm pretty sure they have some idea of what we're worth. They're just hoping I don't.”
“You're probably right. I'm so used to them being stupid, but I'm sure the attorney did some looking.” Nick sighed. “I hadn't heard from them in over a year, but then I get this first thing. I just want them to know that I'm serious.”