by April Zyon
“And there’s my cue to go to bed. Goodnight,” Gaius called over the scrape of his chair.
“Goodnight, brother,” Hector called after him. “You’re my world, Riley. My very being yearns for yours. My soul calls to yours. My heart beats for yours alone. My whole life I’ve been waiting for you. Those long centuries alone, without knowing if I’d ever find you, mean nothing now that I have you in my life and arms.”
“I love you too.” Riley moved so that she was as close to him as she could get. “I think we should clean up the mess here, and then you and I need to go to our room. I want you to love me again.”
“I’ll clean up. Eat some fruit. If you don’t, then it may go bad before someone comes around to clean out the fridge,” he said. “It won’t take me but a few minutes. Eat, then we’ll go upstairs to get you naked. If you play your cards right, I might even get naked.”
“Okay.” She reached out and grabbed his hand. “You take great care of me. You have no idea what that means to me. I’m happy you found me, Hector of Troy, and now I’m never letting you go. Just so you know.” She released him and began to eat the fruit.
He pressed a kiss to her temple before he stood. He’d been right—it didn’t take him very long to clean up. Soon he was back for the plate she’d cleaned off. With a smile, he left her lounging at the table to do the last dish.
Riley rose to her feet and moved to Hector’s side. When he was finished she leaned into him, smiling. “So, you ready to take me to bed? Because I’m more than a little ready to take you as mine.”
“You already have me,” he answered softly. He lifted her into his arms. “Put your legs around my waist,” he ordered.
Riley didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. Face-to-face with him, she brushed her lips against his. “I love that you can pick me up and move me around like you do.”
“You weigh nothing at all, Riley. You need to put on some weight.” He bit her earlobe gently as he walked through the house, turning off lights as they went. “A woman should have meat on her bones.”
“I’ll do all that I can.” Riley shuddered. “I’ve never been a heavy person. I’ve never been able to gain much weight. But I’m sure that with you helping me, I’ll be able to do something.” She nuzzled her mouth against the side of his neck and shivered. “God, I need you.”
“Hmm, some muscle, then. Anything to help with my fear of harming you. I’m constantly scared I’ll break you,” he said. He cupped her bottom as they entered the bedroom.
The door shut with a sharp snap, and Hector paused long enough to throw the lock. He kissed her when they were moving through the space again.
“You won’t hurt me. You won’t break me.” Then she kissed him back, desperate to have him. She needed all of him. Her hands moved over his back and down his shirt so that her nails could lightly rake over his back.
A tremor ripped through his body as they tumbled onto the bed, one of his hands moving up under her blouse. His strong fingers cupped her breast, squeezing the mound as he kissed her. His cock, through their jeans, was rubbing her most sensitive spot as he rocked his hips back and forth.
“I need … show me … show me everything again,” she whispered. Then she added “Sir” with a grin.
His lips curved against her skin. “Good girl. Get naked. Then back on the bed on your hands and knees, head toward the headboard. I want your ass up high in the air, with your legs spread as far as you can so I can see my pussy.” Hector pushed up off her and the bed, turning on a lamp.
Riley nodded. She slipped off the bed and, rapidly as she could, stripped out of her clothes. When she got back on the bed she looked at him. “Do you want me to hold the headboard again, Sir?” The last word trembled with her need.
He was close to her, still fully dressed. A sharp hand landed on her ass. It stung a little, but not as much as it could have. “What did I tell you to do, Riley? Follow my instructions until I tell you otherwise, always.”
Riley spread her legs as far as she could, moved so that her ass was in the air, and faced the headboard, her shoulders to the bed as she waited anxiously on what was to happen next. “Like this, Sir?” She could feel her pussy creaming.
“Very good,” he said in answer. A rustle of clothing behind her indicated that he was getting naked. The mattress soon dipped near her feet, and the heat of his body came up against her legs. He didn’t touch her, but he was close. After long minutes, she felt the brush of his fingers up her leg and over her bottom. “Did I hurt you when I slapped you, Riley? Or did you like it?”
“I liked it.” She saw no reason in holding anything back from him. “I didn’t think I would like something like that, but with you doing it, I do. Sir.” She wanted to wiggle, wanted to push back against him, but she remained still because that was what he had asked of her.
He made a humming sound as he trailed his fingers over to her other butt cheek, then back and over the tight bud of her anus. “Have you ever thought of someone taking you here? Sliding his cock into your tight ass and fucking you hard as he played with your pussy.”
Riley shivered and shook her head. “No, Sir. I’ve never thought of anything like that, but my ass, my pussy, they are yours. If you want to fuck me there, I won’t say no.” Not with as wet as she was getting at the mere thought of it. “I want to have everything with you, Sir. I need all you give and want to give you all I am.”
Both his hands landed on her bottom, squeezing each globe gently. Then came the heat of his mouth, pressing a kiss to the base of her spine a moment before his tongue slid over the tight bud of her anus this time. “Soon, not yet. We would need to prepare you, and I find I don’t have the patience for that tonight. Not with the scent of your pussy calling to me.” A flick of his tongue stroked her from her clit all the way to her anus again. “Fuck, you taste so sweet.”
Riley shuddered. “Oh God,” she whimpered. “That feels so good.” Moaning, she pushed back against him, unable to stop herself, and cried out when his large hand unexpectedly swatted her bottom again. The answering sob was tempered by another moan. “Jesus. Hector.”
Her words earned her a smack to the other side. “How are you to refer to me when we are in bed, playing together?” he demanded. She didn’t answer right away, which earned her two more slaps, one to each cheek. “Riley, this only works when we are both in full control. I need to know you are with me always.”
His hands moved to under her arms. “Sit up for a moment, please,” he ordered. He drew her up until she was sitting on his lap, his arms sliding around her waist. “Riley, do you want this or don’t you? Are you on board for what our lives entail in the bedroom?”
She nodded. “I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot.” She wanted to be all that he wanted. But the moment that he’d tasted her, she had lost all thought and control. “You’re all that I could want. All I need. I need someone to take control of me, someone to show me how to have pleasure, and someone to teach me. I want to be your submissive.” She hesitated, then added, “If you still want me, Sir?” She had never been overly dominant in anything she did. And now, she understood why. It was because she had been waiting for him to come in and be her Dominant.
“Of course I want you, Riley. It’s not about that at all. But I need you to be fully comfortable in the bedroom.” He stroked a hand over her cheek before he kissed her. “I need you to pick a safeword. Something that you won’t ever forget. Something that will come to you even in the heat of passion. The word will be for any time you’re overwhelmed, or I do something that has you panicking.
“It can happen,” he said, stalling her words. “Every Dominant out there pushes their sub to see how much they can take. There are boundaries. Some hard, that are never crossed. And others, that are soft, that can be explored. We’re just getting started. So, pick something that you will never, ever forget and tell me what it is and why you chose it. That will ensure I never forget it either. Each time we pla
y, I’ll ask you for that word, a reinforcement for us both.”
Riley nodded. With her head on his chest, she drew circles over his arms as she thought. Finally, she whispered, “Daddy. I know that’s not a very good word, but I chose it because when I lost my father, I lost everything. Before you came into my life, he was my world. So, if I say daddy that means that I’m worried I’ll lose everything again.” She hoped it would make sense to Hector. She knew it was very strange to use.
“Okay, that works. It’s something you won’t forget, even if it’s a little unusual.” He wrapped her up in a hug and held her close.
Riley looked up at him and smiled. “We might have to change it one day, but for now, it’s the word that comes to mind. I’ve never done anything like this before, so I don’t know what is or isn’t a good word to use. I love you. I trust you, and God help me, I want to be with you in every single, possible way there is. Sir.”
Hector pressed a kiss to her lips and squeezed her close. “We’ll change it as you see fit. Now, get back on your hands and knees, your ass up in the air for me. If anything, at any time, makes you uncomfortable and you say daddy, I will stop. Immediately. No questions asked. Then we’ll talk about it and figure out what needs to change.” He gave her another kiss and loosened his hold.
Riley licked her lips. “Yes, Sir,” she said with more confidence. Once she was back on the bed, she put her shoulders to the mattress, ass as high in the air as she could get it, and spread her legs wide. Then she looked back at him and waited for what was to come next.
“Turn your head back, cheek to the bed, and just wait,” he commanded. He pressed a hand to her back, rubbing slow circles over her skin. “You’re in complete control in all situations, Riley. Never forget that.”
Turning, she put her cheek to the bed. She didn’t say anything else because he hadn’t asked her to. Instead she lay there with her body open to him and him alone and waited for the pleasure she was certain would come next.
His hand slid down over her bottom, and he smacked her again lightly, one to each cheek. Then he rubbed the sore spot before hitting a little harder. “Do you want more of that?” he asked in a low tone.
“Yes, Sir, may I please have more?” It felt amazing. It was as if he were lighting up her pussy and making it burn. “If it pleases you, Sir.”
She received four more smacks, each a little sharper, on each of her cheeks. When he was done he pressed kisses to her heated flesh, his fingers rubbing through her moisture and teasing her clit. One finger delved into her pussy.
She bit her lower lip to hold in a sob of need. “Thank you, Sir,” she breathed in a near pant.
“So wet, so hot, so swollen and needy. Are you needy for my cock, Riley?” He pressed his finger into her pussy again before slowly withdrawing it. “Do you want me to shove my cock into your wet hole and take you?”
“Yes, Sir, please, fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can. Please, Sir. I need you to make me scream,” she begged.
“Good girl.” He bit her bottom before smacking her a couple more times. “Gods, I love how pink your skin is getting. All for me.” Hector moved his fingers back to her clit and began to rub and flick it.
“I’ve always been yours.” Riley pushed back without being able to stop herself. “Please, Sir, again?” She could get addicted to his touches.
He gave her six more smacks, each a little harder than the last. Then he slapped her pussy, the sound loud and wet. “Shh,” he soothed. Rubbing her back, he stilled her from the jolt she’d just given. “Riley, you still with me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she panted. “I’m still with you.” She spread her legs even more. She was so turned on that she was about to melt right there under him. “Please, Sir.” She was begging now. She needed him to touch her, fuck her. Just needed him. Plain and simple.
“One more smack for my pussy, and then I’ll fuck you, hard and fast.” She only had a second before he did just that. An instant later, his cock was pushing through her swollen folds. “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so tight. You’re already close, aren’t you, Riley? You can’t come without my permission. Remember that.”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped. “I won’t come without you telling me that I can.” She prayed that she could keep up her end of the bargain. “And yes, Sir. Yes, I’m so close.” She was shaking and fighting to keep from lifting up and pushing against him.
“I can tell. My pussy is grasping so greedily at my cock, sucking me in deeper and holding on so tightly. Push up on your hands, Riley. I want you to grab hold of the headboard and drop your head and shoulders, so that your back is arched. Do it now, so that when I fuck you, you won’t get hurt.”
Riley moved so that she could grab the headboard and moaned, biting back a sob. “Oh God, Sir, that feels so good.” She arched her back for him.
She felt him shifting around, his hands on her hips. He began to move, pulling his cock out slowly and thrusting in hard. Over and over, that same slow pull, fast push. “How are you doing, Riley? You have a hold on your climax, yes?”
“Yes, Sir.” That was all she could say. She was biting her lower lip, sweat beading on her brow and between her breasts as she fought the need to come. She battled against her own body’s pending orgasm because she knew when he did allow her to come that it would be spectacular.
“Take a slow breath and focus on some thought, some point in your mind or in front of you, and you hold it tight. Never once should your vision waver from that image. It should help you to hold off your climax. Because I’m not going to let you come any time soon.” He pulled out and thrust back in, again and again.
Those words were like a song to her ears. She loved the forceful way he was speaking, but the underlying softness and care was also clear to her. “Yes, Sir.” She did as instructed.
“Good girl, I can feel you holding out. Keep your focus nice and tight.” His hands tightened on her hips, and he began to move faster, harder, rocking her toward the headboard with each forceful thrust.
She stared at the small scratch in the headboard. Then she gasped at a new movement. Biting her lip, she forced herself to calm and not come.
“Not until I tell you that you can,” he said, his voice rough. His movements weren’t as smooth anymore. They were becoming erratic, and his hands were tightening on her hips. He moved one to cup her pussy, catching her clit between his fingers and squeezing. “Come now!”
She screamed and pushed back hard against him. She came, her vision wavering. Sobbing, she came a second, then a third time, her screams filling the air with her utter pleasure.
He pushed in one last time before he came, his semen hot inside of her as he let go, her name a bellow from his lips. He caught her so she didn’t collapse onto the bed, his chest to her back as they both fought for air. “Let go, sweetheart. Let the headboard go,” he whispered roughly against her skin.
Riley released it from shaky hands. She was happy he was holding her because she was completely boneless in that moment. She had never felt anything as intense, anything as amazing, as what they had just shared, and when she was finally able to get her breath, she would tell him. For now, she just curled into him and let him take care of her.
Slowly, her body was lowered to the mattress. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. After a few minutes, he withdrew from her and left the bed. He disappeared from the room and returned about three minutes later. A cold, wet cloth was pressed to her face. “Riley, I need you to sit up, sweetheart. I want you to drink this glass of water and talk to me.”
Riley opened her eyes and looked at him. She was grinning like a loon and couldn’t help it. “I love you so much, Hector. You amaze me.” She let him pull her into a seated position, leaning against him when he pulled her close. “That was amazing. I’ve never thought anything could be that perfect, that good, but it was.”
“It only gets better in time, as we explore more and more.” He pressed the glass into her hand, keeping his fingers wrapped around
hers. “How are you feeling? No pain, I hope?”
“No, no pain at all.”
He nuzzled her skin, nipping at her jaw. “You were amazing, Riley.”
She took another sip and smiled. Once she had finished the water, she passed the glass back to him. “I’m so ready for sleep. And tomorrow we will—what are we doing tomorrow?” she asked suddenly.
“Tomorrow we’re going to the Mountain … home. It’s where our base is, where we are completely protected from the monsters. It’s the only place still protected by the goddess. We don’t know how, or why, but it’s our last refuge on earth. We all need to be well rested for the journey, because I have no idea what it will bring, to be honest.
“When Gaius returned with Emily they were attacked on the road to the Mountain. It was the closest the monsters have ever struck up to. This war is coming to an end. I think the magic—or whatever the goddess is using to protect the Mountain—is failing. I pray to the gods I’m wrong, but it’s a definite possibility I’ve been considering.”
Riley frowned. “Is that why Gaius is with you? To help in case there’s an attack? Did he have help too?”
“He came with me in case we found the monsters waiting at the sanitarium. Now, I’m very glad he is with us. I’m terrified that there’s a fight coming.” His arms tightened around her, and he kissed her neck. “I can’t lose you.”
“I can’t lose you either,” Riley whispered. “I never want to be without you.”
There was another squeeze from his arms before he let her loose. “Rest, Riley. We need to get some sleep. Morning will come all too soon.” He moved to set the glass and cloth on a bedside table. Once she was under the blankets, he turned off the lamp and joined her. Pulling her into his arms again, he tucked her close, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Goodnight, Hector.” Riley yawned once more. “I love you.” She stroked his chest. Then her eyes closed and she dropped off into sleep without another word.