As Devon disappeared into the back of the apartment, she continued to look around. Spotting the photos again, she approached the entertainment center to see them better. There were two pictures of the sexy-six pack. In one they were all dressed in military camo fatigues and holding some huge weapons while in the other they were playing a three on three basketball game. The photo looked like it was taken outside in the compound. There was a picture of Mitch, Ian and Devon dressed in their club leathers in the lobby of The Covenant. They looked a few years younger and she wondered if it was taken when they first opened the club. She moved to another group of pictures. The first one was of a much younger Devon in his Navy dress blues flanked by an older man and woman she assumed were his parents.
Behind her she heard him come back in the room and was about to turn toward him but something stopped her. Looking at the picture again, she focused on the older man who looked so familiar. Devon stopped next to her and she realized he'd changed into a pair of sweatpants and his feet were now bare. "Those are my folks, Chuck and Marie."
The names didn't ring a bell, so she moved on to the next photo which was of four boys, three of whom were in their teens. Two of them looked like twins and she thought one of them was Devon. She pointed to the boy on the left. "Is this one you?"
He nodded then took her hand and led her to the couch where they both sat down. "Yeah, that's me. Right before Ian left for basic training."
"What about the other two? I take it they're your other brothers."
Turning toward her, he ran a finger up and down her bare arm while the fingers from his other hand played with her hair. "John's the one who looks like me and Nick is the little guy."
He knew nervous tension was behind her questions, rather than curiosity. If he didn't take command of the situation, her brain might override what her body obviously wanted. When it looked like she was about to ask another question, he plunged his fingers into her silky strands before grabbing hold and pulling her mouth to his. "I don't want to talk anymore."
Then slammed his mouth down on hers and took what he did want–her.
CHAPTER 12
He was inhaling her and Kristen was loving every second of it, but when she tried to move her body closer to his, he drew away again. Without a word, he stood and pulled her up next to him before leading her down the hallway to his bedroom, which she barely noticed was decorated like the rest of his place. What she couldn't miss was the main focus of the room which was a stained black oak, four-poster bed with a grey and maroon patterned comforter on it.
Devon let go of her hand, leaving her standing next to the bed while he sat down on it and leaned to the side, resting his upper body on one elbow. "Undress for me, Pet. I want to see all of your luscious body and I want your eyes on mine the entire time. Unzip your dress and let it slide slowly down your body, revealing one delicious inch at a time. Don't think. Follow my orders and feel. Feel how beautiful you are to me. You have no idea how much I want you, but you will soon."
She swallowed and felt her pulse increase. His seductive voice was mesmerizing. She could do this. After all, it's what she told herself several times she wanted. Hesitating only a second or two, she reached up to the dress's side zipper and began to lower it. Slowly. Her eyes remained focused on his blue ones and she realized his stayed on hers in return–he wasn't looking at her body but into her mind. Her confidence went up a few notches. When the zipper stopped at her waist, her hand went back up to the thin strap holding the dress up, and she pulled it down her right arm, inch by torturous inch. His nostrils flared as if searching for her scent and yet his gaze never left her face.
As the fabric of the dress dragged across her excited nipples making them even harder, her breath caught and a rush of arousal moistened her inner thighs. By the time she got the dress down to her waist, she wanted to rip it the rest of the way off, shove her hand between her legs and relieve herself of the intense pressure which was peaking there. She used both hands to shimmy the dress over her voluptuous hips and once it cleared them, the dress fell to a heap on the floor. Taking one step to the side, she toed the discarded fabric out of the way.
It was only then, when she stood completely naked in front of him, did Devon's eyes lower as he took in every inch of her. "Turn all the way around."
This was more disconcerting than when she had done it fully clothed in the restaurant. But this time it wasn't his hand touching her but his hungry stare. When she completed the rotation, Devon got up and held his hand out to her. Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his and let him help her climb onto the big bed. "Lay down on your back in the middle of the bed, Pet. Legs together, straight out. Put your hands above your head and grab the posts in the headboard then keep them there. Your trust so far has me humbled but I don't think you're ready for me to restrain you in this setting. However, if you remove your hands without permission, there will be consequences. Understand?"
After she'd positioned herself as he'd ordered, she licked her lips then nodded. "Yes, Sir, I understand."
"Good girl. You're absolutely beautiful, Pet."
She blushed as she watched him grab the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head, tossing the tee on top of her dress. Her eyes widened at the sight before her and she licked her lips again. She couldn't help it. His torso was sculpted perfection. If he'd lived in the time of Michelangelo, the statue would be called Devon instead of David. He and the rest of his friends might forever be the sexy-six pack in her mind but the man before her had a sexy eight-pack. It wasn't a body gained only in a gym, although he obviously spent time working out with weights, but there was a fluidity of his muscles which came from swimming and other cardio activities. She'd bet he loved to mountain climb or some other extreme sport. When he saw her interest in the black script tattoo over his heart, he rubbed his hand over it. "J.M.S. is my brother's initials. The date is the day he died." Her eyes soften at his revelation.
Leaving his sweatpants on, even though they did nothing to hide his erection, he crawled onto the bed and stretched out on his side next to her so he was eye level with her chest. Placing one big hand flat on her stomach, he began to rub it in small, sensual circles which gave her goose-bumps. Heat fused from his hand into her body as he gradually began to make the circles bigger and bigger until he was brushing the underside of her breast and the top of her shaven mound, never quite touching her where she wanted him to. Even though he was watching his hand and where it was touching her, he knew the instant she closed her eyes. "Eyes open, Pet. Follow my hand. Watch how your body responds to my touch."
She did as she was told and noticed the heaviness of her breasts and how the throbbing in her clit intensified. She tried to rub her thighs together to create some much needed friction between her legs but his hand lifted from her abdomen and he gave her a sharp smack on one of her thighs. Her hips jolted in surprise. "Don't move, Pet. You don't give yourself pleasure here. That's my job and I'll do it in my own good time."
The impact hadn't hurt beyond the initial sting, but it did startle her and so did her increased arousal. Before she could process that, his hand dragged up her torso and cupped the weight of her breast closest to his face. Devon lifted the orb, massaged the flesh and ran his fingers around its base before moving his hand over to do the same to her other one. While he was tending to her second breast, he pursed his lips and blew on the nipple of the first one from about two inches away. The sensation sent lightning bolts to her clit and she involuntarily arched her back. He then took his index finger and began to draw lazy circles around her breasts, switching from one to the other, starting at their base all the way toward her nipples yet stopping short of touching the hardened points. Kristen was almost panting and for the first time since her horrible experience in college, she wanted to beg a man to touch her nipples.
Devon didn't stop what he was doing. "Take your left hand and run your thumb and forefinger through what I know is your soaking wet pussy and coat them with your ju
ices. Do not touch your clit or put them inside you. Just get them nice and wet."
She removed her hand from where it had been this entire time and did as he ordered. She moaned as she ran her fingers through her folds gathering as much of her moisture as she could. When she held up her fingers for him to see, he gave her further instructions. "Now, take them and play with your left nipple. Roll it between your thumb and finger and pull on it."
Her mind flashed to a similar command she'd dreamed Master Xavier giving to her and her breathing increased along with the aching need in her pussy. And, oh how she remembered how that scenario had ended. The second her wet digits closed around her left nipple, Devon's moist tongue swiped at her right one. The combined sensations had her crying out for more and all thoughts of the fictional Master X fled her mind.
Devon's tongue licked her nipple again and again, keeping pace with her fingers pleasuring her other one. If she sped up, he sped up...if she slowed down, he slowed down. He may have been the one issuing commands but she was starting to understand the control she had, too.
"Wet your fingers again. After you put them back on your nipple, I want you to do the same with your other hand and take over this one for me."
She did as she was told and after she was in control of both breasts, Devon slid further down the bed. "Don't stop playing with them, Pet, and spread your legs wide for me. Eyes on me and what I'm doing."
She separated her legs and he climbed over her right one before settling himself between them. He tugged on the back of her knees until they were bent to his liking with her feet flat on the bed. She was now so exposed there was nothing left for him to imagine. She watched as he ran his calloused hands up the insides of her thighs and stopped at her unprotected core framing it with both thumbs and forefingers. His mouth was only inches away from where she wanted it the most. Tom had only touched her there, he'd never given her oral sex and she knew Devon was about to do something she had only experienced in her dreams. She waited, and waited...wanting to beg him to do something other than stare between her legs while her fingers continued to pluck and pinch her nipples. His eyes lifted to hers. "I love how your pussy is bare, Pet. It's so beautiful my mouth is watering. Tell me, how long have you been doing this?"
"D-Doing what? Waxing down there?"
"Yes, how long have you been waxing your pussy? Did you do this for the donkey scum-sucker or am I the first one to see you like this? I want an honest answer, Pet."
Her empty vagina clenched in desperation, searching for something, anything to fill it. "I tried it for the first time six months ago for research. I liked it and kept getting it done. So the answer to your question is–you're the only person who has seen it."
His grin was almost evil-looking. "I'm so pleased to hear that, Pet."
He closed the gap between them and stiffened his tongue to lick the length of her dripping slit. She screamed his name and her hips sprung from the bed. He grabbed them and put them back where they belonged. "Stay still, Pet or I won't let you cum. And I didn't tell you to stop playing with those gorgeous tits of yours."
"Y-yes, S-Sir," she panted. Her fingers began to move again and this time when he licked her like she was an ice cream cone, she managed to keep her hips from moving, barely.
"Mmmm, straight from the source. This is so much better than licking your sweet nectar from my fingers, not that I didn't enjoy it immensely. You may cum whenever you need to, Pet."
Devon continued to pleasure her with his tongue, alternating between impaling and swiping her with it, as his thumb began to rub the hood covering her clit and she moaned. The first time he plunged his tongue inside her, her eyes rolled back into her head as her body began to climb. Oral sex was better than she'd ever imagine. He'd said earlier he wanted to eat her for hours and right now, she'd let him.
He shifted his hands, resting one above her mound and using his fingers to expose her little jewel to his mouth while he took two fingers from his other hand and thrust them inside her hot, wet channel. His probing fingers searched and found the spot where it felt as if he was rubbing her clit from inside her womb. The three-pronged assault on her nipples, clit and G-spot proved to be too much for her to take and she screamed as she came apart at the seams. White lights flew before her closed eyes. Her body shook as her legs quivered. The muscles of her vagina clenched his fingers in a hard grip, refusing to let them go. Devon's tongue lapped at her faster to catch every drop of her release and moments later, she went over the edge again, screaming even louder this time.
As she began descending back to Earth, his mouth returned to her clit and his fingers began to work to send her airborne for a third time. She was shocked to feel her body begin to climb once more. She didn't think she could handle another orgasm if it was as intense as the first two. Her hands had left her breasts sometime during her first release and now both fists were clutching the comforter as she pleaded with him. "N-Nooo, not again, please!"
"Yes, Pet," he growled into her mound. "Again!"
His mouth and fingers were relentless and whether she wanted to or not, she was soon cumming again. Her third orgasm was the strongest one yet and she would be surprised if it didn't kill her. If it did, it would be a helluva way to go.
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Ten minutes or so later, Kristen's fuzzy mind began to clear as she lay cuddled in Devon's arms. In less than one hour the man had proved her ass-face ex wrong. She was far from frigid. In fact, she was a raging volcano in the hands of a man who knew how to please a woman. From where her head rested on his chest, she looked down the length of Devon's body and saw he still had his sweatpants on with his hard-on bulging inside them. She realized despite her three powerful orgasms, he had yet to cum. "Devon...I mean, Sir?"
He kissed the top of her head. "Yes, Pet?"
"You didn't... I mean...don't you want to...um?"
He let out a low chuckle. "Don't worry about me, Pet. The night is still young. Have you come back to Earth?"
Picking her head up, she smiled down on him. "Yes, and I have a request."
"Anything sweetheart."
Suddenly she felt shy and she blushed. "Teach me how to please you?"
Although he was smiling at her vague request, he wasn't going to let her off the hook. "Please me how? You've been pleasing me all night."
She rolled her eyes and his hand on her ass pinched her flesh. "Ow! That hurt!" Her eyes flashed in annoyance.
"Then don't roll your eyes at your Dom." He tried to sound stern but she was so cute when she was irritated with him. "Now, what is it you want, Pet? In plain, simple and dirty English."
"Fine," she huffed. "I want you to teach me how to give you a blowjob. Is that plain and dirty enough for you?"
It was all he could do not to laugh at her petulance. "Plain enough, yes. Dirty enough, no. But we'll work on expanding your naughty language later. For now, before we go any further, you have a punishment coming to you."
She squealed as she sat up, "Now?"
Pushing himself into a seated position, he placed a pillow between his back and the headboard and made himself comfortable. "Yes, Pet, now. I waited because I wanted your first few orgasms to be only the result of pleasure. Since I've proven you're not unresponsive as you've been told in the past, it's time for your spanking. Come lay across my lap."
She hesitated and he gave her a moment to come to terms with what she was about to let him do. He knew she would comply with his order but she was new to BDSM. This was her first punishment in the world of sexual play and it had to be her decision whether or not she wanted to take the final step forward. When she finally accepted this was what she wanted, she crawled over and lay across his thighs with her ass in the air.
He rubbed the pale flesh of her ass and squeezed her cheeks to warm them up. "The count is sixteen, Pet. I'm going to let you choose this one time. After the first eight, you can choose for me to give you the remainder now or your second option is to receive the other eight when we wake up i
n the morning, because you will be staying in my bed for the rest of the night. Is that clear?"
He could hear the nervousness in her voice when she responded, "Y-yes, Sir."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, he lifted his hand and slapped it back down on one cheek. Smack. He was pleased when she yelped but didn't move. Her ivory skin turned pink and he held his hand to it for a moment to keep the heat in. Smack. This one landed on her other cheek. Again, she let out a little cry but remained in place. He knew after the sting registered it would begin to morph into something she wouldn't be able to explain at this point.
Smack. Smack. Smack. These were a little harder and she squealed and began to squirm. His hand on the middle of her back kept her from going anywhere. He aimed the next three along the creases where her ass and thighs met. Smack. Smack. Smack. He paused as she began to sob and he smoothed his hand over her red buttocks, giving her a chance to get her breathing under control. Despite her cries, she'd managed to keep her hands in front of her with a tight grip on the comforter and it pleased him she resisted what would've been a natural response for a new sub to reach around and try to protect her flesh from his punishment. He dipped his fingers between her legs and she moaned when he found what he'd expected–she was very aroused. "That was eight, Pet. Should I continue or save them for the morning?"
Kristen was so confused. Her ass was on fire and all she could think about was how much she wanted him to thrust his cock deep inside her and fuck her. She was soaked. Even though tears were falling from her eyes, she wanted to get this over with and move on to the point when he would let her cum again. Waiting to receive the other eight until morning would only make her anxious all night. "I-I'll take them now, Sir, please."
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