Train Her

by Ruby McKenzie

  “Why?” he whispered, gazing into her eyes. Her fingertips were brushing over his length, and he wanted more. He wanted her choking him in her fist.

  “You’re very large. Bigger than I ever imagined. I’m afraid that you’ll hurt me.”

  Gage blinked at her words, his dark brows furrowing. “I would never hurt you, Aria,” he whispered, fiercely, and she nodded slowly. He spat into his own hand before gently reaching down and guiding her to grip his thick girth--now wet with his own saliva--fully. “Like this, honey. Feel it. It’s yours tonight, sweet girl. All yours. Take it and make it yours.”

  Aria began to stroke him, her own hand slick with his lubrication. Gage began to push into her fist, his breath coming ragged. Aria’s breath sped up alongside his, her eyes fixed on his colossal member as it moved inside her clenched fist. Gage was trembling, feeling the pressure collecting, but it wasn’t time, not yet…not yet…

  “Stop,” he gasped, moving her hand away. “I—I can’t yet…oh, I’ve gotta…no…no, I won’t.”

  Doing all he could to ignore the torturous throb in his cock, he moved down her body, peppering her neck and throat and pale freckled shoulders with soft kisses. She sighed blissfully as his big hands cupped her full heavy breasts and lifted them, bringing their dark pink tips to his wet eager mouth. He went to work on them, going back and forth between the two hard sensitive nubbins, and Aria tossed her head, crying out as the first unbearable orgasm rocked her body, sending sweetly violent tremors through her virgin sex and belly and limbs. Gage continued to lick and suck her breasts as her quivering orgasm ripped throughout her entire body, making pleasurable little noises as he rolled and pulled her nipples in and out between his lips, nibbling ever so gently with his teeth as if they were some delectable sweet. Briefly, gently, he pressed the tip of one finger inside her velvety slit; Aria gasped, twisting slowly beneath him, and the soft folds clenched around his fingertip. How he didn’t explode all over the bed right there and ruin the whole shebang, he had no clue. He moved up and pulled her close, kissing her intensely, relishing the damp press of her skin against his. Without thinking, their fingers were entwining.

  “God…I’m…I’m ready,” she panted, gazing up at him, and despite his physiological needs, Gage felt his heart skip a beat.

  “Are you sure, love?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I’m sure. You. I want it to be you. I paid—”

  “I want you to have your money back,” he panted, nuzzling his lips against her sweaty temple. She arched against him, her inner thighs brushing against his raised hips, and the sensation nearly drove him mad.

  “I know. I…just please…be gentle. As gentle as you can be. I trust you.”

  His muscular weight eased down over her and she moaned, despite herself. He knew she could feel him pressing, thick and hard and throbbing, against her fleshly doorway that until now had remained locked. Gage cupped her face in his hands, his azure eyes gazing into hers. “Are you sure?” he whispered once more, although deep down he was screaming, urgent, his body aching for what was to come. He wanted it, but did she really want him, this male whore, this slut who had let his own father’s lack of love drive him to hedonism?

  “Yes. Now hush…no more words. Take me, Gage.”

  She spread her thighs a little wider and reached between their bodies. This time she took him in a firm fist and he gasped hoarsely as she guided his hard, purple-veined rod into the warm, slippery slit that awaited him there. He found himself fighting not to charge the barricade. The silken petals between her thighs parted moistly for him and he pushed forward, too fast, and there was pain. She sucked in her breath, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, and Gage moved slower, more gently. When he finally broke through her barrier she stiffened beneath him, cried out softly, and suddenly he was filling her entirely, and the spot of teal sheet beneath her parted thighs turned ruby red.

  The act was tender, and monumentally beautiful. He was large, there was so much of him, and at first she felt nothing but a burning pain, deep inside her. Gage fought to move slowly against her, mindful of her virgin flesh, and yet soon she was opening wide for him, still deliciously tight but finally, utterly, welcoming. Aria began to move against him, rocking her hips slowly at first, then with more intensity. Gage kissed her deeply, luxuriating in the warm soft press of her lips, the flicker of her tongue. She tossed her head back and he buried his face in her throat, heaving against her, his cock making a thick, wet sound as it plunged in and out of her like a piston.

  “Ohhh…oh, baby, your pussy is so fucking warm,” he sighed. “C’mere…I’m gonna show you so much.”

  He pulled her up into a semi-sitting position, tossing the bedclothes back; their skin shimmered orange in the candlelight, slippery with hot sweat. Aria kissed him hungrily, tongue probing, breasts thrust hard against his chest, her virginal insecurities long gone. Gage cupped her buttocks in his hands, fingers digging into her firm smooth flesh, lifting her against him with each plowing thrust. He lifted her and let her plunge downward. Lift, plunge. Lift, plunge. An agonizingly sweet rhythm that left her utterly breathless.

  “Kiss me,” he pleaded softly, and she did, pulling out all the stops. His mouth was so eager, so hot and wet and demanding, his tongue tangling with hers in a needful wrestling match. She nibbled and sucked at his lips and he groaned audibly. He lifted and impaled her harder and faster, moving down to kiss and lick her breasts as he did it, her nipples hard little nubbins in his mouth. More sweat poured down their joined bodies, shimmering in the warm, candlelit air.

  “Oh, Gage, oh God, fill me,” Aria whispered breathlessly, and her words drove him forward, faster, deeper, harder. He flung her back onto the bed and mounted her a final time, pounding into her hard. The bed creaked beneath them as he plowed her like the earth. She began to buck against him, spreading her thighs wider, her fingers and nails digging into his buttocks and lower back, and suddenly he was nearing the edge, the point of no return where he swelled to his fullest inside her and trembled on a knife’s edge before pitching down into the abyss where, for a beautiful, terrible moment, he thought he would be destroyed by the emotion he felt: love. There was a delicious spiraling sweetness that ended his passion like an explosion. Cum exploded from him like a volcano; he filled her to brimming, and in that incredible moment, he knew that there was no turning back. The act, his act, their act, was complete and could never be undone.

  Gage and Aria lay holding each other beneath a tangle of silken sheets. Aria slowly moved her hands over his back, her fingertips cutting trails through the sweat that stood out on his firm skin. After a while he raised his head and gazed down at her, at her eyes that shone like precious amber. She smiled at him, one hand moving up to stroke back his raven-black hair where it fell across his eyes.

  “I have wanted to do that since we met,” she murmured, and those words warmed him like a fire on a cold winter day. In all of this, he could feel his father’s legacy slipping away in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Aria’s hand slipped down to his chest and lazily traced the ragged feathers tattooed there.

  “Gage, are you a fallen angel?” she asked, smiling slyly. The humor he had enjoyed in that first night where they had just hung out talking was seeping back in, and he loved her for it.

  “A little bit,” he said, winking. “On my dad’s side. Sonofabitch that he was.”

  “Time to cast off those old shreds, I think,” she said, her lips twisting a little, and he could not have agreed more. He bent and kissed her, a long slow kiss that made his toes curl.

  “Lips like sugar,” he murmured, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. “Sugar kisses.”

  They fell asleep for a while, cuddled close together. Gage held her near, her face pressed against his tattooed chest. At some point, still aware of her small, warm form curled against him, he drifted off into a sweetly dreamless sleep.

  Gage awoke sometime later to soft sunshine slanting in through the windows behind
the bed, and the sweet touch of lips against his rigid morning wood. His eyes snapped open and he looked down, delighted to see Aria leaning over his crotch, gently exploring his cock with her mouth and hands. It ripened further under her attentions, growing monstrous and red as she spit into her hands and gripped it hard in her fist, as he had shown her to do the night before. She began to stroke his thick, stiffened shaft with slow, torturous urgency, her wet palms creating a slick friction as she languidly beat his gristle.

  “Ohhh…oh, yes, baby…Aria…oh, God…you are a natural!”

  Aria smiled up at him, winking, and it almost made him shoot off right there. His dick ripened even more as she tightened her grip and stroked him faster. Soon she was dipping her head down and taking his cock in her mouth. The soft, delirious sucking began and Gage bucked his hips helplessly as she took him deep, her throat opening to envelop much of his monstrous rod. She worked his inches with aching slowness, tasting his salty sweat and the silvery pearls of pre-come comingling along the smooth, slick shaft. He was trembling now, nearing that precarious knife’s edge—

  “How do I taste, Aria?” he murmured, and Aria raised her head and moved up to kiss his strong mouth with slow, wet relish, flicking her tongue just inside his lips.

  “You tell me,” she whispered huskily.

  “Come here, sweet girl, and let me treat you now,” he murmured. He laid her back on the tangled bedclothes and moved down her torso, inhaling the salty smell of her skin, his mouth moving over her breasts, licking and teasing each tender pink nipple with his tongue stud before sinking lower, down to the sweet triangle that was the seat of her feminine allure. Her pale, creamy thighs parted wider for him and briefly he nuzzled into the soft coppery tangle of her pubic hair. Aria twisted and whimpered, desperate for what was to come. Gage slipped just a bit lower and then he was making love to her with his pierced tongue and his strong smooth lips, tasting her feminine juices in the warm silken folds between her thighs. He was masterful in his technique, bringing her to the trembling precipice and then backing off briefly. She was trembling and begging, humping at his face, near tears when he finally climbed up and mounted her, sheathing himself in her and filling her entirely, pushing as deep as his impressive length would allow. Aria gasped, sighing deliriously as she began to rock beneath him, drawing hoarse gasps from him with every fluid jerk of her hips.

  “Oh, Aria,” he moaned. “Ohhhhh, God!”

  He rose up on his knees, pulling her with him, half of his big slippery-wet cock still inside her. Aria arched her back and he gripped her hips, jerking her against him, thrusting hard, grinding. He lifted her legs up, hooking her ankles over his shoulders, and he plunged deeper into the warm luscious envelope of her cunt. Aria squeezed her eyes shut, wailing as he went in as close to hilt-deep as he could. Gage was utterly flooded with a sharp masculine excitement; his balls ached as that old familiar pressure began to collect in them. Aria was gasping, tossing her head from side to side, gripping the silk sheets with white-knuckled fingers, her luscious freckled breasts bouncing with every deep, hard thrust. Gage threw his head back, his eyes rolling back as he cried out, his voice a hoarse bellow; the lush pleasure spiraled sweetly into climax and he came, his spurting violent. He applied several deep, hard thrusts until he could come no more, until he had been drained utterly dry by his passion. Her legs fell from his shoulders and he collapsed atop her with a delirious groan, burying his face against her sweat-damp neck.

  And in that moment, Gage realized that he never wanted to touch another woman for the rest of his life.

  “I love you, Aria,” he breathed. “Every fucking inch of you, I love.”

  “I love you, too,” she murmured, and his heart swelled.

  The phone rang.

  Gage rolled off of Aria with a groan, his now soft, slimy cock slipping pleasantly from her pussy. He reached over and snagged his cell, glancing at the screen.

  Stephanie. Fuck it all, he had almost forgotten that they had a session scheduled that day at noon. And here it was, fifteen after. He was late for an appointment he now had no intention of keeping. He hit the answer button and put it to his ear.

  “Yeah?”

  Stephanie’s voice practically oozed sex when she spoke. “Hey, baby. I thought we were gonna have a little fun today…”

  Gage sat up, tossing the covers aside. “Steph. Ah…man, I’m sorry, honey, I’m going to have to cancel.”

  Stephanie’s voice became tense. “Cancel? I’m standing right outside, and you want to cancel?”

  Gage glanced back at Aria. She was gazing up at him with unease, and he knew exactly why. Both of them had caught feelings…and now, here was a client, ready for her next fuck session with him. Likely cash in hand as she stood outside the building. Gage mouthed It’s okay to Aria and got up, throwing on his robe.

  “Ok, Steph. I got you. I’m coming down.”

  “Buzz me in, dammit!”

  “I’m coming down. I, uh…need to discuss our current arrangement. There have been some changes to things as of late. I will meet you in the lobby.”

  He could practically feel her rage seeping through the phone. “Fine.”

  Fine, he thought glumly as he hung up and marched out of the apartment and down the hall to the elevators. I’m fine, too. Fine as in Fucked-up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional.

  * * *

  As soon as the door swung shit behind him, Aria was on her feet and pulling on the silk kimono and panties her lover had laid out for her the night before. Something was up, and it was bothering the hell out of Gage. And anything bothering Gage bothered her. She padded out the door and down the hallway after him, taking the stairs in lieu of the more conspicuous elevator. She practically flew down all six floors, her heart pounding like a drumbeat.

  She emerged into the cool, modern lobby with the robe swishing around her legs. Gage and a tall, slim blonde woman were standing close together just inside the front double doors. The woman was sharply dressed and carrying an overnight bag. She was also extremely angry. Neither she nor Gage noticed Aria coming across the room, and as she drew near, she could hear their heated conversation.

  “…goddamn best client you have ever had! I have paid you a small fortune and on top of it fucked you better than any woman you have ever had!”

  “You are fucking delusional, Stephanie! Toothy blowjobs are hardly what I would call the best sex of my life! And how dare you tell me how to run my business—“

  Stephanie rolled her eyes dramatically. “HA! Business! Nothing but a stage for a narcissistic prick whose daddy didn’t love him enough!”

  Gage was shaking his head disgustedly. “Get out, Steph. Get out, and lose my number. I always knew you had problems, but this takes the fucking cake--’

  Aria was suddenly very angry. All her life, she had been her father’s push-around, his chess piece to move here and there as it suited him. And now, she had her chance to change things…to beloved as she deserved. And, dammit, Gage deserved the same. And here was this cunt, taking things personally…

  “Hey!” she shouted.

  Stephanie stopped arguing with Gage and stared in Aria’s direction. Gage spun around, and when he saw her, his eyes sparkled.

  “Aria,” he said with a smile. “How nice of you to join us. This is Stephanie, who was just showing herself out.”

  Stephanie took a step toward Aria, her pale blue eyes blazing. “Who the fuck is this bitch?”

  “I’d tell you my name, but unfortunately Gage wore it out last night,” Aria answered, raising her chin. She was suddenly feeling very impish, and it felt amazing.

  Stephanie looked like she was about to implode. “What…I…I asked you your name, cunt! And when I ask you something, you’d better tell me—”

  She took a step forward; Gage grabbed her arm. “Let me go, asshole!” she hissed. “Let me go right now or I’ll have you fucking arrested for assault!”

  “Last I checked,” Aria said, taking a step forward he
rself. The gentleman asked you to leave.”

  Stephanie stared hard at Aria, then at Gage. Back at Aria. Her face soured, as if she had just bitten a lemon.

  “Are you serious?” she snarled. “For this little runty cunt…you’re giving me up? I could give you everything, Gage.”

  She spat in Aria’s direction. “Fine. You want him? He’s yours. But think long and hard about what kind of man he is.”

  Aria rolled her eyes, smirking. “You mean, the kind of man who would fuck with a scrawny airheaded slime ball like you? Please do as Gage asked and leave. I’d smack you for good measure, but, you know…shit splatters. ”

  Stephanie’s mouth unhinged like a trap door, but nothing came out. Gage gently took her by the elbow and guided her out the door. Aria watched, a small, bright pleasure burning in her breast.

  When he came back to Aria, he was grinning hugely, and his beautiful eyes shone more brightly than they had yet. She hoped she would see them shine like that for a long time going forward.

  “I think I need a drink,” he said. She nodded, reaching up to brush his hair from his eyes, an act she was coming to love.

  “Me too. I still have that bottle of champagne I snagged from my dad’s.”

  “Oooh, booze with baggage…papa likes.”

  They laughed together, carefree. She reached out and he grasped her hand, and they walked together back toward the elevators.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  RUBY MCKENZIE is the nom-de-plume of an award-winning, cult-followed comic book creator and illustrator who decided one day that she wanted to write some dirty books for fun. She lives in Southern California.