Fire in the Hole

by Tymber Dalton

  He had to take his time sliding inside her slick channel. It was that, or risk an early lift-off.

  And if she ordered him not to come for a week…well, he was a good boy.

  Now that they’d taken this step, he damn sure didn’t want to go back any.

  Once his cock bottomed out inside her pussy, he paused, resting his forehead against hers. “Give me a moment, Ma’am, please? I don’t want to come just yet and I’m really close.”

  Her legs wrapped around him and her heels dug into his ass. She ground her hips against him, squirming, even as she lifted her head to kiss him again.

  “You’ve got a fucking hot mouth on you,” she gasped. “Where the hell did you learn that?”

  “I told you, Ma’am. I’m a good boy. I like taking care of my woman. In every way.”

  “That’s not taking care of me. That’s like genius level sex right there.”

  She kissed him again, but the slight distraction had the effect he belatedly realized she’d been after. Just enough thinking to allow him to regain control over his body and allow him to start moving again.

  Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he stared down into her eyes as he started fucking her, hard, the way she’d ordered. As he pistoned his hips against her, he watched her expression change. A soft, almost pleading expression as her body responded and took over control from her brain.

  She looked gorgeous, her brown hair spilling all around her on the pillow, he lips parted, eyes half closed.

  When her fingers hooked around his shoulders, digging in, he knew she was close. He pounded his cock into her until she arched her back against him, another of those gorgeous cries escaping her.

  That was all it took to get him over. The climax raced through his body, pausing just long enough in his balls that it felt like his cock would detach from how hard the explosive pleasure broke free. He filled her, not stopping until he was empty and he was sure she’d finished.

  With arms and legs she captured him, holding him in place, pulling him in for another kiss. Languid and satisfied, sweet, exploring.

  When he lifted his head and stared down into her hazel eyes, he felt like, for the first time in his life, he was exactly where he belonged, and with whom he belonged to.

  “Better, Ma’am?” he asked.

  * * * *

  Maybe it was the playful way the corner of his lips quirked up in a handsome smirk as he said it, but she started giggling. “Oh, that was amazing. Sooo damn good.” She slid her hands farther down his back, to his firm ass. Lightly raking her nails across his ass made his cock twitch inside her.

  Which apparently surprised him, if the expression on his face was any indication.

  “What?”

  “I was about to tell you I was one and done for the night, but you might have just proven me wrong.”

  She made him roll onto his back, and this time she knelt between his legs. Swallowing his cock, which was generous even soft, it didn’t take her but a few minutes to get him hard again.

  When she felt his hands stroking her hair, she lifted her head. “Hands behind your head.”

  He complied, but his cock twitched in her hand.

  “Oooh, you like that, huh?”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” he admitted.

  This time, she settled in. With one hand cupped around the base of his cock, she lightly massaged his balls with the other, until he was rocking his hips in time with her movements and softly moaning.

  “If you can’t come for me in the next couple of minutes,” she said, “you have to hold it until tomorrow night.” With that, she swallowed him deep. He was a good nine inches, at least, and just thick enough to be pleasant in her pussy or in her mouth without choking her.

  His balls almost immediately tightened and she barely had time to prepare to swallow.

  And that started her laughing again, as soon as she was able to.

  She rejoined him, loving the way he pulled her into his arms and kissed her without hesitation. “What’s so funny, Ma’am?”

  “You are a very good boy. You came almost immediately.”

  He laughed. “Yeah, well, please keep in mind I’m forty-four. I might not be able to do that every night. In fact, I’d be willing to bet I won’t be able to do that every night.”

  She snuggled tightly against his side, one leg draped over his. “That’s fine. Considering how good you are with your tongue, I suspect that won’t be a problem.”

  After a few minutes, he got the covers pulled over them and she closed her eyes.

  “Ma’am?” he quietly said.

  “Yes?”

  “Thank you.”

  She opened her eyes and tipped her head back so she could see him. “You’re welcome, but for what?”

  He brushed his thumb across her lips. “Thank you for trusting me. And for not freaking out when I admitted…this to you.”

  “Considering my last husband admitted he was gay, and my ex-fiancé turned out to be a douchebag, you wanting me to be in charge is not exactly shocking. Especially since it fits perfectly with my personality. I don’t have to worry about you calling me a pushy bitch when I want to be in control.”

  That sweet, sexy smile again. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She kissed him. “Let’s get some sleep. I have a feeling I’m going to be feeling pretty horny in the morning. And I’m going to want someone to cook me breakfast naked after giving me a morning orgasm.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Oh, and someone else will have to earn their morning orgasm.”

  He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Yes, Ma’am. Gladly.”

  As she settled in again, she realized this was the most right she’d felt in a long damn time.

  And that terrified the fuck out of her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lara felt a moment of disorientation when she awoke the next morning.

  Until she remembered whose bed she was in.

  Said person lay stretched out next to her, smiling with that sinfully wicked mouth of his. “Good morning, Ma’am.”

  “What time is it?”

  “After nine.”

  She winced. “Oh, shoot. You have to go take care of the animals, don’t you?”

  “Not this morning, Ma’am. I arranged for Harold to come over this morning and do it. Planned ahead.”

  She stared up into his brown eyes. “You did, huh?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She hooked a hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “Such a good boy.”

  She immediately felt a hard cock pressing against her thigh. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around it. “Someone likes being a good boy, hmm?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Okay, so far, they hadn’t done anything even close to blipping her personal weirdness radar. If a lot of what he needed was this?

  She was damn good with that.

  The idea of getting a little creative and exploring things in bed appealed to her, too.

  “What time will Mark be home today?”

  “Not until at least five, Ma’am.”

  “Good.” She rolled on top of him, loving how his cock easily slid into her pussy. “Then you stay naked all day until then.”

  His hands settled on her hips. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She sat up, resting her hands on his chest. A light dusting of dark hair flowed across his pecs down to a treasure trail whose destination she was currently impaled on. Slowly rolling her hips against his, she took his right hand and placed it against her clit.

  “Get me off,” she softly said. “Don’t you come, though.”

  His gaze looked soft, unfocused, and yet at the same time deep and dark and filled with smoky passion.

  “Yes, Ma’am.” He started playing with her clit, his other hand reaching up to tease her nipples.

  Inside her pussy, she felt his cock twitch, eager, hard.

  And he would be definitely needy for a while this morn
ing. With Steve, getting her off had been his means to the end of being able to get himself off. She wanted to see if Brad was the man he said he was before she could fully commit her heart to him.

  Although it was ridiculously easy in a scary kind of way to label what she felt for him “love.”

  Already.

  He seemed to know her body better than she knew herself. As she fucked herself on his stiff cock, his skilled fingers drew her closer to release. Bouncing on his cock, a curious sort of freedom overtook her. This felt…right.

  Real.

  Like there was a connection between them she’d never felt before with anyone. Deep, true, and without any expectations except to be honest with each other. Like they’d been together years instead of this being their second time together.

  Leaning forward slightly pressed his cock perfectly against all the right places inside her pussy, nerves firing and pleasure coursing through her body.

  “Yessss!” she hissed, rocking harder, faster, every bounce driving his cock deep inside her. When she tipped over the edge, she threw her head back and gasped, shocked at how strong it felt.

  Happy that, for now, she felt powerful in a good way.

  She slumped onto him, loving the feel of his arms wrapping around her.

  And the feel of his stiff cock still buried inside her.

  She kissed his chest. “Coffee?”

  He nuzzled the top of her head. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She smiled. “No argument?”

  “No, Ma’am.”

  She nipped his chin. “I’ll give you a reward after breakfast.”

  A soft sigh escaped him. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

  “I really like it when you call me that.”

  “I really like calling you that.”

  Even the tone of his voice sounded…content.

  Not pushy, not pissy.

  “Can we talk for a minute?”

  “Of course.”

  “Why are you okay with this arrangement?”

  He seemed to need a moment. “Are you talking us specifically, or why I want you to lead? Or something different?”

  “Let’s start with the second.”

  He rolled to face her, lacing fingers with her. “I knew what I wanted to do early on, before high school. I wanted to help people, especially farmers, ranchers, people like that. The more I learned—a lot of that while helping Mr. Meselin across the road—the more I was able to narrow it down. Our state has been hit hard, especially the citrus industry. Freezes, citrus canker, greening—those things are eroding one of the foundations of our state’s income. Those industries employ a lot of people. Families. Some people sold out to developers and ways of life were lost.

  “Then when I found out more about Big Sugar and what it’s also doing to the environment, the toxic algae blooms from run-off, it helped me find a narrower focus. I wanted to help.”

  “Not sure I understand how that applies.”

  “I’m getting there.” He seemed to need a moment to choose his words. “I knew I’d need a way to make a living so I could always keep the ranch going, even if it wasn’t self-supporting. I saw that in the future. That was the fire burning within me at that time, that I didn’t want to see this land, which my great-grandfather bought and worked, have to be sold. There was more. I had hints about my personal side, but I didn’t know anything about that yet. Not really. I just thought I was a bit of a freak and kept it to myself.

  “When Dad had his stroke, I’d already nailed my first patent and was working on more. I knew I could do both, be a chemist and keep the ranch running. That stoked my fire. Then Breanna and I had Mark, and I was even more determined to keep the ranch going. That fire allowed me to keep pushing through, even though my personal fire was slowly dying and I didn’t realize it at the time.

  “We had to sell land for my parents to have money to live on, though. A lot of it was property my dad had invested in early on, so that was okay. It wasn’t the original homestead we had to sell. I worked my ass off. Even then, I knew there was another side of me, though. Needing to be of service, and not just being helpful through what I do as a chemist. Personally, I needed that, as well.

  “Unfortunately, Breanna had no desire to have that kind of a dynamic. By that time, I knew about Domination and submission. I wasn’t a freak. It was everyone else who thought men couldn’t be Alpha at the same time they were also submissive who was crazy. There was a different kind of fire burning within me, but it was starting to completely die out, and I wasn’t very happy.

  “Except, I had massive responsibilities. To my parents, to the ranch, to Mark. And to Breanna. But we were adults and talked it over and finally decided we couldn’t meet each other’s needs anymore. Thankfully, she was understanding, and she got it. She’d seen it in me and agreed it would be for the best.

  “In a way, that was a huge burden off my plate. I decided then that I wouldn’t settle for less in my personal life, even if it meant that I was alone. Because I needed a partner I could let go to and get my mental break from time to time. I wasn’t going to pour energy from a fire that was already almost cold and dead into a relationship that couldn’t help me rekindle it. Eventually, what little’s left of the fire will consume your soul before it goes out, and it’ll leave you dead inside if you can’t give it anything to burn.”

  Her heart ached for him. “That’s beautiful and sad all at the same time.”

  “It is what it is. I am who I am. I’m not trying to wax poetic. But when a person gets to a point that their fire is going out, they need to make a decision. I wasn’t happy letting that part of me simply die. But I had to shake it off and keep going. I didn’t pull energy from other parts of my life. I have a lot of responsibilities. Serving you isn’t a drain. It’s a way for me to recharge.”

  “So how is taking care of me different from your other responsibilities, like taking care of the ranch, that do drain you?”

  “Because I can let go. For a period of time, anyway. I’m not asking you to micromanage my life, and I’d hope you know me well enough by now to know I’m not being lazy. You couldn’t begin to run the ranch by yourself right now—I grew up doing what I do. But being with you stokes that personal fire deep within me. It makes me happy, and that helps me get through the rest of what I do in life. I trust you. Having that personal fire burning in my hole spreads throughout the rest of me.”

  She couldn’t have held back her giggle if she tried. “Fire in your hole, huh?”

  He scowled, before he burst out laughing. “Yeah, sorry. Guess when I say it like that it takes on a new meaning, huh?”

  “Ya think?”

  He kissed her. “I’d actually reached a place where I was at peace with being alone. Then you came along and when I knew you were okay with this arrangement, I felt alive in a way I haven’t ever felt before.”

  She rested her chin on his chest. “You’ll be okay if I can’t be really, like, crazy or anything with this? I don’t see myself being one of those porny Dominatrixes.”

  “That’s fine. I’m not looking for that. It’s a comfort to me to know that, in this part of my life, I can take care of you and let go to you. Because I trust you.”

  She reached up and ran a hand through his hair. “I like your hair short like this.” She stroked his cheeks. Morning stubble, but not too scruffy. “And I like that you shave. I loved Ev, but I hated the rapey Viking look.”

  “I prefer to shave, Ma’am.”

  She stared up at him for a long moment. “I wasn’t exactly kidding about the butt plugs.”

  He smiled. “I picked up a couple. The only thing I ask is that we start slow.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. “You did?”

  “Planning ahead, Ma’am.”

  She sat up. “Go get them.”

  He did, bringing them back. Three of them, a very small one, and two larger than that, but none of them huge. “I figured that we’d ease me into it, if that’s what you wanted. I do have co
ndoms and lube. I researched.”

  “Of course you did.”

  “It makes them easier to clean.”

  “Ah.”

  She picked up the smallest one and held it up. “Let’s see how you cook breakfast distracted by a hard cock and a stuffed ass, then.”

  His eyes took on that soft quality once more. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  He’d not only purchased condoms and lube, but gloves, as well. Once they’d both had a chance to use the bathroom, she had him kneeling on the bed, hands and knees, his head touching his arms.

  Lara wasn’t exactly a stranger to anal play. She and Ev had tried it a couple of times early on in their relationship, her receiving, but it wasn’t her favorite thing and it’d eventually fallen off their sexual menu.

  After prepping the smallest butt plug with a condom and lube, she donned a glove on her right hand and generously coated her fingers with lube. With her left hand, she slowly stroked his cock as she played with his ass.

  “Stop me if it hurts,” she said.

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Even his voice sounded slightly slurred, but he slowly rocked his hips in time with her movements. She took her time working one finger inside him, being careful to go slow. After adding more lube, she worked a second finger into him, loving how responsive his body was under her hands. Every time she sensed him tensing a little, she’d still her fingers in his ass and stroke his cock more to distract him.

  That apparently was a winning combination.

  Once she knew he was comfortable with two fingers, she worked on slowly fucking the butt plug into his rim, using the same procedure. It was slightly smaller than two of her fingers, so by the time the widest part of it slid through his rim, the base settling against his ass, he let out a gasp.

  Then she released his cock with a final squeeze and peeled the glove off inside out.

  “Here,” she said. “Take care of that, wash up, and let’s get coffee and breakfast.”

  He slowly turned to face her, leaning in to kiss her. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She grinned. “Someone’s horny, huh?”

  He nodded. “Very.”

  Caressing his cheek with her left hand, she whispered, “Someone’s being a very good boy for me. When we finish breakfast, I’ll make sure my good boy is well rewarded.”