She was close, too close. He pulled his hand away, earning a moan of disapproval from the wound-up woman before him.
“Relax, baby girl. Deep breaths, remember?” he ordered with a grin.
Daria did not answer, but he could tell she was fighting to maintain some sort of composure when the situation called for anything but. He knew she kept an iron-fisted control in all aspects of her life, but he would refuse to allow her one here in his bed. He wanted to see her lose the ever-present veil of calm she had developed since becoming one of Mrs. Stone’s kids. He wanted her wild and loose, yet at the same time so relaxed that she would not be able to stand on her own.
Reaching for the lube, he coated the fingers of his already dripping hand. Without apology or warning, he dribbled some down the cleft of her ass. She gasped as the cold liquid landed on hot skin but did not make any other sound or protest.
Roman slowly pressed one finger through the center of her back hole up to his second knuckle. He held his finger still as her muscles clenched and unclenched repeatedly around the intruder for nearly a minute. When they finally relaxed again, he pushed forward until the length of his finger was in her.
With his other hand, he rubbed up and down her spine. “How does that feel, baby doll?”
“Uh…full. Naughty. It kind of hurts, but it doesn’t,” she said softly.
“Just relax and feel the immense pleasure to be had within the little bite of pain,” Roman said as he began to ease his finger out then back in again.
He continued until her muscles relaxed around him. He heard Gage’s truck pull into the driveway as he added a second finger and started the process all over again. His cock was hard as a rock and drooling on his belly as he pressed a third finger in alongside its brothers, pulling a whining wail from the woman who began to move back and forth on the fingers as much as her constrained position would allow.
“Roman?” she said in a tight, hoarse voice.
“What is it, baby girl?” He began to rotate his fingers as he fucked them in and out of her.
“I need…I need…Please?”
“You need to come?”
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
Hearing Gage on the stairs, Roman pulled his fingers out. “Hold it, baby girl. Do not come. I want to be deep in that beautiful pussy, and then we’ll come together.”
Daria did not answer, but her body continued to rock if she were trying to fuck air.
“It’s about damn time,” he growled at Gage when the other man finally came into the bedroom.
“Sorry, Master, but there was an accident on the highway and traffic was backed up,” Gage said as he handed Roman a box.
“Is this all you bought?” Roman ripped open the box and fumbled to tear one of the plastic packets open.
“No, Master. There are four more boxes downstairs.”
“We may need to look into buying stock in the company,” Roman said as he dropped the strip of packets.
Gage picked up the strip and tore one free of the others. He opened the packet and, after kissing the head of Roman’s cock free of drool, gently smoothed the latex down his steel-hard shaft.
“God, pet, what would I do without you?”
“You’d figure out something,” Gage snarked before leaning up and giving his Master a long, deep, wet kiss.
“Go put away the rest of the things you bought and put on coffee. Kelso will be here soon, and he probably won’t be alone.”
Roman kissed his man again and patted the cock bulging behind Gage’s zipper. He knew Gage was as anxious as he was to claim Daria, but right now he wanted the woman to himself. He would allow Gage equal time later.
“But Master…”
“Do you want to wear a plug and a ring all day without the relief of playing with our girl once your chores are through?” Roman’s voice went dark and powerful again.
“No, Master. I’m sorry,” Gage said as he backed away from the bed.
“And close the door on your way out.”
Gage said nothing more, just walked out and pulled the door closed behind him.
Roman leaned down and kissed the back of Daria’s neck. “Now, little one, where were we?”
* * * *
Daria felt torn. She wanted to prove to Roman what a good girl she could be, but on the other hand she needed relief and she needed it now. She did not even give a shit whether or not they had a condom. At that moment, she would take the chance as long as Roman eased the burning itch that radiated out from her clit through her entire body.
Though she heard Gage and Roman talking, she was so lost in her own arousal that the words they exchanged did not make sense. By the time Roman turned his attention back to her, rubbing a hand up and down the back of her right thigh, the orgasm that had threatened to consume her had retreated enough she might, just might, be able to hold off long enough for him to find his pleasure before she exploded into a million happy pieces.
“Okay, baby girl, are you ready for this?” Roman asked as he brushed the head of his cock up and down from asshole to clit and back again.
“Yes, Roman. Please. Fuck. Me.”
She tried to push her hips back and take him inside fast, but in her current head-down-ass-up position, she had no leverage to move more than a few inches. Then he wrapped his hands around her hips and held her steady. She could not speed up the process now even if she wanted to.
She tensed, preparing herself for a fast ravaging, but instead Roman’s cock slid into her so slowly she was not sure he was even moving forward. When he froze, she knew he had figured out her secret.
She tried to back up on him, but he pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and laid half over her all in one move.
“Daria?”
She made a soft whining sound as he moved so they were face to face. One look into his stunned expression and she knew she was in trouble.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Daria held Roman’s gaze steadily though she really, really wanted to crawl under the bed and hide from his all-seeing brown eyes.
She could not read his suddenly blank expression. Turning her head, she closed her eyes so he could not see the hurt she would not be able to hide. She thought he would be happy to find her unused, but instead he seemed disappointed. Did he not want her now that he knew the truth? Would he send her away because she was inexperienced? A tear squeezed from under her eyelids. Then she felt a finger gently wipe it away.
“Why did you save yourself? And why didn’t you tell us? Tell me?”
Daria shrugged. “Does it really matter?”
“Yes, darlin’, it does,” Roman said, his voice soft and gentle. “It matters a hell of a lot.”
Swallowing hard, Daria took a deep breath. “I saved myself for you and Gage. I figured it could never happen and I would die a virgin, but I have yet to meet a man who makes me feel as special as you two do. There, now you know. Happy?”
Chapter 7
The arousal she thought would kill her just moments earlier was gone, replaced by a quickly escalating embarrassment for admitting her reason for her untried state. Opening her eyes, she found Roman watching her. He wore an expression of amazement that shifted to a predatory hunger.
“Yes, baby girl, I’m very happy,” Roman said as he started kissing all over the right side of her face before taking her lips with his own, “and I promise that I will to cherish this gift you are giving to me.”
He shifted so he lay completely over her and began to drag the underside of his cock up and down between her lower lips. As his flesh brushed against her clit, Daria found her arousal had not completely evaporated. Her hunger roared back to life until she began squirming under him, needing more.
“Please,” she breathed as he licked at one nipple while his fingers plucked at the other.
With that, Roman rose up and over her. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this now,” he said as he settled between her widespread thighs.
Dari
a nodded quickly. “I’m sure. Please fuck me, Roman. Make me your woman.”
Roman brushed his lips over hers as he fit the head of his cock back at the entrance to her pussy. “Hold on tight, baby girl. This first time might be uncomfortable, but I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”
Daria wrapped her arms around his back as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper until he sheathed fully inside her.
Lifting his lips from hers, he pulled back far enough she could see his eyes. They looked nearly black with his arousal. “How you feeling?”
“Mmmm, full,” Daria said as she tried to move her hips against his. “Please. Move. Fuck me.”
“Please fuck me, who?”
“Roman. Please fuck me, Roman.”
He kissed her long and hard as her muscles became accustomed to his cock. Then he pushed up and back until he knelt between her legs with his thick length still fully embedded in her. Her back arched and her hips lifted with him until her ass cheeks were resting on his thighs. He reached up and grabbed a pillow and slid it under her back
“We’re going to take this nice and slow, sweet baby girl. Slow and easy,” Roman said.
He pushed her legs up so her thighs rested along her chest. “Hold them there and don’t move,” he ordered gently.
He did not move until she wrapped her hands around her legs. Only then did he slowly ease out until just the head of his cock remained inside her. Once again, the position he placed her in prevented her from fucking him back, so all she could do was lie there and accept what he gave her. After holding still for an endless three seconds, he slowly eased back in until he was buried full length again.
“Please,” she moaned as she released her legs and grabbed at his arms, needing him to move faster and ease the hunger squeezing tighter and tighter in her lower belly.
“Put your hands back,” Roman said without moving an inch. “You need to learn that when your Master tells you to do something or not do something, you follow his instructions to the letter. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Roman.”
Daria reluctantly turned his arms loose. Her insides shivered with pleasure when he smiled and said, “Good girl.”
Once her hands returned to her lower legs, he began to ease in and out at a snail’s pace. Daria began to pant as the muscles behind her clit and around her pussy drew tighter and tighter. She tried to again to shift her hips, hoping to entice him to lose control and move faster and harder.
But Roman would not be hurried. He seemed content to move slowly in and out of her pussy as he stared down at her, his own expression unreadable. Was he not happy? Had she done something wrong?
“Roman, please,” she begged.
Her orgasm circled her yet remained just beyond her reach as if taunting her. Wanting to move, needing just a little more, a little faster, a little harder, to reach the stars, she began to make whiney sounds with each gasping breath.
“Is my baby girl close?” Roman asked.
He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her chest. This changed his angle of penetration so his cock now stroked over her clit with every movement. He slowly increased his pace until he was pistoning in and out of her.
Daria tried to follow his instructions, but needed to touch him, needed to feel his skin against hers to keep her grounded and under some small measure of control. Straightening her legs, she wrapped them around his waist as she reached up and slid her arms around his shoulders in an effort to pull him closer.
Though he kept fucking her, Roman resisted her efforts. His expression showed the effort he put forth to maintain some sort of sanity. When she dragged one hand across the nape of his neck, something changed. He began to move faster and harder.
“Let it loose. Come for me, baby girl,” he ground out between gritted teeth. “Come. Now.”
With those words, the orgasm that had hovered so close crashed over her like storm waves beating on the shore. She cried out as every muscle in her body clenched, and she gripped him tighter than before.
When her cries became too loud, he dropped his body down and covered her mouth with his own in an effort to muffle her.
Three more hard strokes and he roared into her mouth as his cock jerked within her. She felt the added heat of his semen filling the condom that separated them and smiled with a bone deep contentment she had never felt before.
Daria clung to him as her orgasm rolled back and forth through her nerves from fingertips to clit and back again.
Roman held himself deep inside her for several long minutes as he whispered words of praise and love, most of which Daria did not have enough functioning brain cells to decipher. His gentle, loving tone got through, and her heart filled with the knowledge that she had pleased him.
When he moved to pull from her, she tightened her hold, grunting a denial.
“Hush, baby girl. We have to get up. If Kelso isn’t here already, he will be soon, and Gage can’t lie his way out of a paper bag,” Roman said as he brushed several strands of hair out of her face. Then he leaned in and kissed her gently.
“But I don’t want to,” Daria whined.
That earned her a sharp smack on her left hip and a frown.
“No whining. Now let me go. I’ll get my shower, and once I’m done I’ll send Gage up. Maybe you can talk him into washing your back or something.” Roman’s expression eased, and he gave her a wink and a smile that screamed of sexy intentions.
“You won’t mind?” Daria reluctantly pulled her arms and legs from around them then sighed when he pulled from her.
“Of course not. You belong to Gage as much as you do to me. We will both want to spend time with you, alone and together. We’ll talk about this later, but understand you now have two men to see to your every need, want, and desire, both in bed and out.”
Roman left the bed and headed for the shower after another quick kiss.
Not sure her muscles would cooperate, Daria rolled onto her side and curled up. Her entire being relaxed, and, though she would love to go downstairs for a Pepsi, she felt no real desire to move. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to drift and enjoy the sexual satisfaction that continued to flow through her.
She heard the shower turn on then turn off again a few minutes later. When Roman entered the room and began to dress, she opened her eyes and watched but made no effort to get up. She was too comfortable lying there with Gage’s scent on the pillow under her head and Roman’s on her body.
If she could have her way, she would lie here for the rest of the day, ignoring the world and all the worries it held beyond the walls of this room.
Once he was dressed, Roman leaned over the bed and kissed her cheek. “Take a nap, love. I’ll send Gage up in a while to wake you and help you with your shower.”
Daria took a deep breath and released it on a sigh as she snuggled deeper into Gage’s pillow. “’Kay.”
* * * *
Though he had no reason to feel resentment at being sent away to do his chores, Gage did. He wanted to be there, be a part of this first loving with their woman. He wanted to watch Daria come from Roman’s cock as he had done so many times over their years together.
After putting the groceries away, he started the coffeemaker and wondered whether Kelso would arrive with donuts or if he should throw together some kind of breakfast for them all. The half dozen pastries he bought suddenly did not look like enough. Once he had the kitchen put to rights, he carried the bags with Daria’s clothes and the extra condoms upstairs. He put the clothes bag on Daria’s bed and the condoms in the linen closet behind and under the stack of extra towels. With all the people he was sure would be visiting over the next few days, someone was bound to go snooping, and he did not want his Master embarrassed.
He stopped outside the closed bedroom door but did not open it. Intruding and blatant disobedience would earn him more than a few punishment strokes, and the last thing he needed was to be too sore to take care of Daria and Roman. Turning away fr
om the door, he heaved a sad sigh.
The doorbell gonged when he was halfway down the stairs again, for which he said a silent thank-you to the universe. A visitor might give him something to do other than imagine what Master was doing to Daria, which he knew would only leave him horny.
Chapter 8
Roman came down the stairs and found a half dozen people in the kitchen talking, crying, and drinking coffee. All of them were family members in the sense that forty foster children over fifty years could form a family unit. The news had gotten out that Mrs. Stone was dead, and Kelso had probably had his wife, Maddie, tell people that this was the place to gather in this time of sorrow.
It took several minutes of greeting everyone before he reached the nearly empty coffeepot. After pouring himself the first of the dozen or so cups he usually needed to get through the day, he wandered around, trying to find Gage.
But Gage seemed to have disappeared. Before he could make a second pass through the downstairs on his hunt, Kelso grabbed his arm.
“We need to talk,” the older man said with a look that told Roman he would not like the topic of conversation.
“Sure, just let me find Gage and we’ll be right with you.”
“He and Maddie went to the store and then to get Daria’s car. He said we needed more coffee and cups and stuff and that she needed to drive Daria’s car home because he didn’t fit,” Kelso said.
Roman nodded and followed his mentor out onto the porch. “What’s up?”
“I’ve been getting a lot of questions I can’t answer,” Kelso said, staring hard across the lawn instead of looking at Roman.
“Already? It’s only eight o’clock in the morning,” Roman tried to joke, but Kelso did not crack a smile, telling him this was serious and probably not good. “About what?”
“Daria. You and Gage. And where exactly everyone is sleeping.”
Roman ground his back teeth as he considered his friend’s words as anger began to boil in his belly. Then he took a deep breath to push down the anger at the notion that anyone might think of Daria in a less-than-perfect light. Of all of Mrs. Stone’s kids, she was the one who gave and gave and gave, without question, without expectation of recompense, without thought of anything beyond giving aid where it was needed.
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