He shifted them both, pulling her up to sit as he knelt up on the cushion. “I wondered if you picked up on that.” She tried to move her leg so that she wasn’t sitting spread-eagled in front of him, but he stopped her with a firm hand on her thigh. “Little one, when I open your legs, never close them without permission.” He brushed his knuckle along her wet slit that her panties no longer covered. “I’m far from finished with this pretty pussy. I’m going to shave it, and then I’m going to have my way with you all night long.”
The “all night long” part was clearly a boast—no mortal man could last that long without drugs—but the shaving thing was what had her sputtering. “Shave it? You? Shouldn’t that be something you ask me to do?”
He stood, looming over her with a patient, cocky grin. “Ask? No. You’re mine, little one.” Taking her hands, he lifted her to her feet, and then he grabbed her ass. “This ass is mine.” He palmed her breasts. “These tits are mine.” And then he cupped her pussy. “And this sweet little pussy is mine. When it’s mine, I don’t ask.”
She still couldn’t wrap her mind around having him shave between her legs. “But shaving—that’s so personal.”
“Sure. It’s my personal property to shave, eat, fuck, and play with. When you gave yourself to me, you gave up that kind of control. It’s what you wanted, little one. Tell me I’m wrong.”
A thrill of excitement raced through her. This was what she’d wanted. Somehow, she didn’t think the thoughtful, sensitive, and caring friend standing before her would actually turn out to be a real Dom. Sure, he’d tied her up and he’d been commanding and generally bossy, but that air of authority seemed like it just came with the territory of being an FBI agent. Right now, for the first time, she realized his power as a dominant—her Daddy Dom. She lowered her gaze, submitting to his wishes. “It’s what I want, but that doesn’t make it not weird.”
“Unfamiliar,” he corrected, and she conceded to his word choice. In time, it probably would become familiar. He followed her into the bathroom where he spread towels in the counter. “It’s not an ideal setup, but we’ll make it work. Take off your skirt and panties, and then hop up.”
While she did that, he rooted around in her cabinet until he found a fresh razor.
“Don’t worry, little one. Though you wouldn’t guess it to look at my face, I’m quite skilled at shaving. Lean back against the mirror and let me take care of you.”
She cooperated, holding her leg up and out of the way so that he had enough light to see what he was doing. The pose and the activity combined to make this the single most intimate experience she’d ever shared with another human being. Exposing herself and allowing him to denude her woman parts with a sharp razor—that was trust and submission. Lovers had certainly seen her naked before, but none had ever taken the time to look at her, to study her, like Jordan. He shaved her slowly, using generous amounts of shaving cream and feeling the area with gentle strokes of his fingertips. She found that highly erotic.
It didn’t take all that long. When he finished, he washed her off with a warm cloth and patted her dry. “Stand up. Move around and tell me how it feels.”
Weird. Different. Yet, it also made her much more aware of her labia. Just the kiss of air felt sensual. She hadn’t thought her pussy capable of this level of sensitivity.
“Little one, tell me what you’re thinking. Don’t keep it inside. Never censor your thoughts from me.”
“Sensitive.” She cleared her throat. “Very aware of even the slightest breeze.”
He knelt down and blew gently across her pussy lips. She gasped, and he licked the edge of her labia. His tongue felt hot, much warmer than she remembered a tongue feeling. “I’m going to tie you up. I’m going to lick and suck you until you beg me to fuck you. I’m going to show you a couple of new positions tonight, little one. Learn them well because you’re going to find yourself in them quite often.” Moving up her body, he kissed her soundly. “I’ll give you a few minutes to compose yourself, and then I want you to undress, go into the bedroom, and lay down on the bed with your hands above you and your legs spread.”
Amy watched him go, and she was glad he closed the door behind him. It allowed her some privacy, and given what she’d just shared, she needed that time to gather her wits. She supposed it was part of his grand scheme—to knock her out of her comfort zone so she had no choice but to give over everything to him. Well, he was very successful. She’d never felt so unsure about what was going to happen, and yet so peaceful and calm in the face of the unknown.
Most men would have fucked her by now. When given the green light, even if bondage or submission were involved, most men would have plowed this pasture right away. Not Jordan. First he’d patiently waited while she talked on the phone with her mother. Then he’d made out with her on the sofa until she came. Even now, as she finished undressing and arranging herself on the bed, his first order of business was to lick her pussy. He hadn’t removed one stitch of clothing. His shoes were next to the front door, but his pants were still on his ass.
Of course, if she were a virgin and he was the experienced one, then it made sense for him to ease her into it with a smaller orgasm and gentle dominance.
She didn’t know how long she waited in the position he’d indicated. At least he’d chosen something comfortable and easy to maintain. Darcy and Layla had both regaled her with punishing poses they’d been forced to hold until their muscles burned and screamed for relief. Curiously, Trina had only smiled mysteriously and said that Keith was too impatient to keep his hands off her for long when she was in a submissive pose.
“You’re exactly how I wanted you. Good girl.” Jordan patted her thigh, and she started. Her mind had certainly drifted, which was incredible considering that she was lying in her bed naked with her legs spread wide open and her newly shorn lady bits exposed. “This is a relaxed presentation pose, one I’ll put you in when I expect you to lay there for a while. Bend your knees and grab your ankles.”
Amy did as he asked, though in order to grab her ankles, she had to lift her head and shoulders. Jordan slid a pillow underneath her shoulders so she could relax.
He sat on the edge of the bed and balanced himself by placing one hand on the other side of her body. He’d shaved his face, and the fresh scent of soap and something uniquely Jordan wafted down to tease her senses. “I’m going to give you some stretches to do so that you can eventually lie flat and be comfortable. Until then, I’ll use cuffs on your wrists and ankles to span the distance. Anticipating that you might swing my way, I’ve ordered some equipment just for you, but it hasn’t come in yet, so I didn’t bring it.”
“That sure, were you?”
He drew his fingertip down the center of her chest. “I was right, wasn’t I?” His attention drifted to her breasts. Licking his lips, he stared at them as if they were a plate of lasagna. “Damn, little one. You are so tempting and delectable. I may have to take a detour from my original plan. Go back to the relaxed presentation pose. I’m going to tie you up and do kinky things to your boobs.”
In no time flat, he had her wrists secured to the headboard. Since it was a solid piece, he had to route the rope under the mattress. He did the same thing to secure her ankles. Though he hadn’t brought cuffs, he’d brought plenty of rope and some other things in his bag of tricks. As he moved around the bed, tying and testing his rope work, he paused frequently to kiss her mouth and fondle her breasts.
Then he took off his shirt, and Amy forgot how to breathe. Just that morning, he’d been in her bed without a shirt, yet now that she had permission to look, to appreciate, and to drool over his body, everything had changed. “Am I ever going to get to touch you?”
He chuckled as he shucked his jeans. “Yes, little one, you will. I’ll even insist on it. But right now, having your gorgeous body at my mercy is enough stimulation. I’m barely holding it together.”
Looking closer, she noticed the fevered heat in his eyes. She didn’t ne
ed to look closer to see his erection. He was a big man, tall and broad-shouldered, and so was his cock. He slowed his movements, drawing out the reveal as long as he could. Then, when he was naked, he stood there and let her drink him in. The trail of hair she’d spied that morning widened even more below the waistband of his shorts, fanning out in a terrific nest of dark hair from which sprang a magnificent cock. Amy had seen her share, and Jordan put them all to shame. It wasn’t that he was larger or wider than some of the models in the porn pictures online, and he wasn’t so unbelievably huge that she wanted to close her legs and deny entry. No, it was more that he was Jordan, and that alone made him perfect. The fact that his cock was a good size—not too long or short; not too skinny or wide—only underscored the fact that she loved his body. Her pussy wept in anticipation.
He took something from his bag and knelt on the bed straddling her stomach. “I’m going to fuck your breasts, little one. Your choice if you want a blindfold this first time.”
Put on a blindfold or watch him climax? There was no contest. “I don’t want one. Maybe if you tell me when you’re close, I can open my mouth. It’ll be like skee-ball.”
She must have shocked him because he stared at her in stunned silence. After a few long seconds, he scratched his eyebrow. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll see.” The thing he’d taken from his bag turned out to be a bottle of lube. He drizzled it over her breasts, and then he rubbed it around before coating his cock with the excess. Then he wiped his hands on a towel he’d put on the bed that she hadn’t noticed. “This shouldn’t hurt, but if it does, use your safeword.”
“Yes, Jordan.” She flashed a smartass grin, and he responded by tweaking her nipple. Since he’d slicked it up, the gesture lacked bite.
He squished his cock between her boobs, and as he moved his hips, she wished he’d left her hands untied. She would love to hold them together so he could get off. When he began to squeeze her breasts and play with her nipples, she understood that just fucking wouldn’t be enough. He wanted the full tactile experience, and he never closed his eyes, not even when they grew heavy as he got close.
“You are so sexy right now.”
His rhythm slowed, and he gazed at her in astonishment.
“You said I shouldn’t censor my thoughts.” Right now, her thoughts were very dirty. There was something about having a handsome man straddling her body and getting off with her breasts that made naughty thoughts scroll through her mind.
“Never,” he agreed. “And I’ll gag you if I don’t want you to talk.”
In that case, there was no sense in holding back. “You have incredible thighs. I’ve fantasized about surprising you by rubbing against one of them until I came. I want to leave a wet spot on your jeans and send you off to work that way.”
His expression grew heavy-lidded. “You’d shake your tits until I buried my face in them.”
“Then I’d suck your cock. I want you to cum on me, Daddy.” Yeah, she knew how using his title drove him crazy. He pinched her nipple and increased his pace. “I want to feel you and taste you. I want to rub your essence into my skin and leave it there for always.”
“Now. Open.” He barely grunted the order in time for her to comply. One thrust later, his milky stream spurted over her chest and neck, and some of it made it into her mouth. She licked her lips in search of more.
“Thank you, Daddy. You taste good.”
He dragged the tip of his cock through the line of semen, and then he pressed it against her lips. She eagerly licked it clean, and when he didn’t immediately pull away, she kept at it, sucking the sensitive tip to drive him crazy. He rewarded her with a small moan, and he let her have it for a little longer. She kept the pressure of her tongue gentle because she figured he would be super sensitive right now, and she didn’t stop a small whine from escaping when he pulled away.
He dragged his finger through the cum drying on her chest, scooping up a dollop. Then he traced her lips with it. Amy stayed still as long as she could, which wasn’t long. She lifted her head suddenly and took his finger into her mouth, sucking it harder than she’d sucked his tip. She scraped her teeth and nipped at the pad of his finger, and he rewarded her by fucking it deeper into her mouth. She made unspoken promises this way, showing him the ways she wanted to please him.
With a reluctant chuckle, he extracted his finger from her hot mouth. “I’ll show you how to suck my cock another time. You like to swallow?”
“Yes. And I like when…” She trailed off, censoring herself—even after he’d proven that he didn’t want her to do that—because she didn’t want to sound like a hussy.
He situated himself between her legs, but he held his weight over her, and he kissed her thoroughly. When he broke away, he forced her to meet his gaze. “You like when what? Tell me, babe. I want to know.”
“I…um…I like when you hold my head and maybe make me take a little more than I can fit comfortably.” No guy had ever done that to her before. At least, not on purpose. She’d been with one man who used to get carried away, but he always caught himself after a few thrusts and apologized when she’d wished he’d continue. “I just wish I didn’t actually choke. I don’t want to vomit or anything.”
Jordan chuckled. “Deep throat, huh? We can do that. I’ll help you learn how not to gag. It’ll take practice, but I’m willing to donate my services.” Then his expression turned dreamy, and he kissed her tenderly. “I like you so much. I’ve wanted you under me for so long, and now I have you. It’s a dream come true. I’m so very lucky, little one. And now I’m going to take my time. I’m going to show you what it means to belong to me.”
He wandered leisurely down her body, exploring with his lips and hands, and rubbing his face over her skin. By the time he made it to her pussy, she was a trembling mass of need. He pushed her legs even farther apart and licked her bare pussy lips. He feasted slowly, devouring her by centimeters. She came once, delicate waves of pleasure lapping through her arteries, and he took her there again when he added his fingers.
As she panted and tried to return from the climactic voyage, she felt his finger push into her anus, and that brought her around. An involuntary yelp escaped.
“Are you a virgin here, little one?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t shocked that he would want her there because she’d listened to her sister expound on the ecstasy of anal sex for years. It seemed this was something Doms liked to do.
“Mmm. Tragedy. I’ll have to rectify that. But first, I want this pussy.” He tugged on the rope around her ankle, and it came free. Then he untied her wrists. “Now you get to touch me, and I’m going to make love to you.”
He covered her body with his as he took her in his arms, and he kissed her as if that act was vital to his continued existence. Amy felt surrounded, protected, and cherished. He touched her everywhere, his hands roaming without apparent purpose or direction, yet he made every cell of her body vibrate with anticipation.
She touched him as well, exploring his arms and shoulders, caressing his chest and hips. She slid her legs up and down his, and she pumped her hand along his cock. She didn’t know how long they rolled across the bed, kissing and touching, moaning and sighing as they learned one another’s bodies. True to his word, he didn’t rush, and he worshipped her with his caresses. By the time he donned a condom and positioned his cock at her entrance, she was a mass of quaking need.
He brushed a tear from her cheek as he thrust deep, but it didn’t seem to bother him that she couldn’t control her emotions. “God, Amy. You’re so fucking tight. You feel incredible.” He hiked one of her legs higher so he could slide deeper.
Though she wanted to respond, to tell him how wonderful he felt inside her, she couldn’t form words. With the tender expression on his face, he let her know that he was in control and he didn’t expect her to have her emotions under control. He drove her up the cliff slowly, holding and supporting her the whole way. Faster and faster, he drove the rhythm until it wa
s a frenzy, and she sensed that neither of them was in control. She grasped desperately, and he only held her tighter. For the first time in her life, she had an orgasm so large that her mind took flight. Vaguely and from a distance, she heard his moans crescendo, and then he buried himself to the hilt and collapsed on top of her.
When she became aware again, she was comfortably cocooned in his arms and their legs were tangled together. “That was amazing,” she mumbled into his chest.
He kissed her forehead. “Yes.”
“Was that a deflowering?”
“In a manner of speaking.” His voice rumbled through his chest and came out a little hoarse. “After I feed you dinner and get you hydrated, we’ll play some more.”
At the mention of food, she stirred. She hadn’t eaten since they’d left the house to go give her statement and run errands. “I have leftover chicken cordon bleu from last night. It’s not as good the next day, but it should do the trick. If not, I can make something else. My mom brought over a bunch of food from Darcy’s house so it wouldn’t go bad.”
Yep, her mother liked to comment on her weight even as she foisted a bunch of food off on her. As Jordan had ordered her to do, she pushed away the negative thought. No doubts lingered about how much he liked her body. That was all she needed.
He tucked himself into his boxers. “Leftovers are fine. I like the idea of something quick because then I’ll have you back in here faster.”
She reached for her shirt, but he stilled her by placing his hand over hers.
“No clothes for you. Get used to being naked around me. I’m a visual creature, and I love looking at you.”
Never in her life had she walked around without clothes. Still she dropped the shirt without comment. When she started retaining water and her boobs hurt unless she wore a bra, then she’d bring it up. Until then, there was no need.
“Of course, I can’t have you near a hot stove without some kind of protection, so you can wear an apron.”
Amy rolled her eyes at that one, and she found herself facing Jordan with a scary look of disapproval on his face. “What?”
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