“Little one, rolling your eyes at me is disrespectful. This is your only warning. If you do it again, you will be punished.”
She lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
At her use of his title, his expression transformed, and that made her feel pleased and powerful. Did that mean using his title was as much a manipulation as it was a show of respect? He slung his arm around her, which made her forget that line of thought, and herded her toward the kitchen.
After a meal of salad and cordon bleu, which they ended up making together, Amy snuggled on Jordan’s lap as he sipped coffee.
“Won’t that keep you up tonight?”
He chuckled. “Maybe. That’s okay. I plan to spend most of the night in bed, but I don’t plan to sleep.” He set the cup on the table and ran a caress along her thigh. “I love the marks the ropes leave on your skin. Later I’ll tie you up and we’ll do some sensory play. This time I’ll be able to include your breasts and pussy in my plan. One of the ways I challenged myself when we’ve played before was that I tried to see how wet I could get you.” He kissed from her temple to her jaw. “I love the smell of your arousal. It was very difficult not to rip your panties off and lick away all your cream.”
Amy shivered because when she’d been bound and blindfolded, she’d often wished he would do exactly that. “And now you can do whatever you want to me whenever you want.”
“Yes. And no. You’ve given me the gift of your submission, Amy, but you haven’t ceded your right to say no to something. That’s what your safeword is for. I expect you to use it when you need it.”
“But that’s only if you go too far or if I’m hurt or have to use the bathroom.”
He sighed. “During a scene, yes. But now that we’re together, I’m always going to be your Dominant. When I want something from you, I’ll take it. I’m a kinky son of a bitch. I might tie you up and strap a vibrator to your clit and force you to have orgasms until it hurts. No scene is required. If I stop by in the middle of the day, I might order you to bend over so I can fuck you. Your safeword is the only means you have of stopping me. Excuses or protesting won’t have an effect.”
She lifted a brow and played the Ultimate Female Card. “What if I’m on my period?”
“That’s what old towels and showers are for. Just warn me if you’re wearing a tampon because if I’m in a hurry, then I’ll probably just fuck your ass.” He wore a smug grin as he shredded her card.
Stunned, she said, “That’s kind of gross.”
He shrugged. “Tomato, tuh-mah-to. And there’s always your tits. Have I told you what a gorgeous rack you have?”
“You might have mentioned it.” The conversation made her uneasy. Apparently she’d given him an all-access pass. “Does this mean you view me as a sex toy?”
“Not at all.” He urged her to stand and took her hand. Then he led her into the living room, where he’d thoughtfully closed the drapes, and unzipped his bag of tricks. After rooting around, he extracted a brand new dildo still in the package. “This is a toy. You’re my girlfriend, my submissive, my friend, my lover, my little. The toy gets used; I will never seek to make you feel used. Sex is a part of our relationship. Our relationship isn’t sex. I like you, Amy. I like your personality as well as your luscious body.”
Heat bloomed across her chest and cheeks at his vehement and heartfelt declarations. “Good. I haven’t suddenly started seeing you as a stud who belongs only in my bed, though you do look really good there.”
He petted and squeezed her ass as he pressed her front to his. “Your feelings about having me in your bed have certainly changed in twelve hours.”
The way he held her knocked her off balance, so she clung to his shoulders. “I was only against having you in my bed when I thought you didn’t want to be there. I don’t want you to regret this. I’m older than you, and I really had a hard time believing I was your type. Now that I know I’m exactly your type, I feel much better about taking advantage of your luscious body.”
He bent down and kissed her softly, but sparks exploded, and the kiss turned ravenous. The kiss went on and on, turning her into a creature that existed symbiotically with him. When he broke it off suddenly, she felt severed and adrift. “Do you remember the presentation pose I showed you earlier?” At her nod, he continued. “You’re going to try another one for me. I want you face down on the bed, your knees under you spread as wide apart as you can get them and still balance, and your ass in the air. Instead of holding your ankles, your hands should be above your head. Understand?”
“Yeah. Can I turn my head to the side so I can breathe?”
“Yes.” He swatted her lightly on the butt. “Go. Now.”
The position wasn’t hard to figure out, but it was a bit ignominious. All of her private parts were out in the open and lifted in the air. It would be the first thing he saw when he came into the room. It didn’t matter how much he liked pussy, this couldn’t be at all attractive. Had he meant for her to be humiliated? While she didn’t feel exactly shameful, she was uncomfortable with being this exposed.
She heard him in the bathroom. Water ran for a long time before he came to the bedroom. He set a rolled towel on the chair next to her bed, and then he grabbed her hips and turned her so that her privates faced the side of the bed. “Sorry,” she said.
“That’s okay, little one. It’s your first time. In the future, position yourself so that I have easy access. I should be able to reach your pussy from the side of the bed. Here and at my place, the footboard gets in the way if you’re pointing that way.” He unrolled the towel on the bed next to her, and she saw that he’d washed some toys. There was a very skinny and short dildo, a skinny and longer dildo, one that was wider, and a bottle of lubricant.
“Those are interesting dildos.”
“They’re butt plugs. We need to stretch you out before I can fuck your ass. I don’t want to take the chance of hurting you, and if we rush this, it can hurt. Some people like the pain, but you, my princess, aren’t one of them. If I make you scream, it’ll be with ecstasy.” He caressed her ass and thighs, and she felt the weight of his gaze. It made her pussy swell and weep with anticipation.
“I trust you,” she said. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
He traced a finger through her wetness, and then he gathered her moisture, spreading it all the way to her back entrance. “Nothing that goes in your ass should ever go in your pussy, though that’s not true in reverse. I will always wash my hands, little one. I won’t take a chance with your health.” Then he drizzled cool gel from the bottle of lube between her ass cheeks.
His care and concern were unexpectedly sexy. All these months meeting potential Doms, and the perfect man had been right in front of her face. Amy smiled even though he’d inserted a finger in her anus and was wiggling it around.
“Tell me how this feels.”
“Not like much of anything, but a little odd.”
Through the corners of her eyes, she saw his arm move as he rotated and massaged her sphincter muscles into submission. Once she let go of the unusualness of the experience, she found that she liked his touch there. Then he selected the shortest, skinniest butt plug. It disappeared behind her, and as she waited for him to shove it in, she tensed.
“Relax, babe. Take a deep breath. Now let it out.” The moment she exhaled, he pushed it in. It didn’t hurt at all, just a little pressure and now a fullness where she didn’t expect to feel full. “How does that feel?”
“Like I have a butt plug in my ass.”
“Hmm. Being a smartass again, I see.”
She heard the rustle of fabric and the rip of a wrapper, and then she felt his cock slide into her pussy. With the plug taking up some of the room, she wondered if his cock was being squished. If she thought it felt full down there before, it was nothing compared to now. She could only manage a gasp.
“How does it feel now?”
“Full. It feels really, really full. And tight. Too tig
ht. I don’t want it to hurt you.”
He chuckled. “Babe, I’m fine. This feels fantastic, and I never pass up a fantastic opportunity.” With that he withdrew halfway and plunged back inside. He did this a few times, thrusting harder and harder. The front of his thighs smacked against the back of hers with loud slaps. He tilted her hips, angling her ass higher and causing her to arch her back even more, and he increased his pace.
The sensations in her pussy were indescribable. If she thought he’d sent her to unimaginable heights before, this blew that airplane out of the water. A loud Oh-Oh-Oh sound echoed from the walls. He pushed the noise from her with every violent slam of his cock. And then he grabbed a fistful of her hair. Using it as reins, he yanked to the rhythm of his thrusts. Hot sparks showered through her head, down her arms and chest, and exploded in her pussy.
It was too much and not enough at the same time. She clenched the bedcovers in her fists and arched her back even more, rocking her ass back to meet every thrust. Her pussy contracted, convulsing around his cock, and he kept going. She bucked against him, but he slapped her flank, and though it hadn’t hurt, it shocked her into halting her half-hearted protest. She relaxed, subsumed her will, and submitted to him. “Jordan,” she murmured. “Oh, Jordan, yes.”
Her body lengthened, becoming a space shuttle trying to reenter the atmosphere. She quivered and shook, her body coming apart because the trajectory was impossible. Fear and excitement gave way to the intense feelings that now defined her soul. He grasped her hips harder, pumping into her wildly. Her brain stalled, and she was obliterated by an explosion the likes of which she didn’t think she could survive.
But she did. When she opened her eyes, she was in Jordan’s arms, shaking and sobbing. “I’m sorry.” She clutched at him even though she knew she should excuse herself and get her emotions under control. “I’m so sorry.”
“Shh, little one. No apologies for crying. I love that I drove you to this point. You’re even more lovely when you come apart. I’m going to do this to you regularly. You’re mine, and you gave me everything. Thank you. That’s a priceless gift.” He stroked her hair away from her face and feathered caresses down her back.
“I don’t mean to cry over nothing. You didn’t hurt me. Not at all. It was surprising, what you did, but I really liked having my hair pulled.” She didn’t so much love the fact that he’d slapped her ass. That, she knew, had been discipline.
“Good to know. I liked pulling your hair.”
Aftershocks still rumbled through her body. “It was wondrous. Momentous. I should shut up.”
“No, you shouldn’t. I always want you to share your thoughts and feelings with me. Communication is key to making this work.” He kissed her forehead, his lips both soft and firm, and the gesture was calming. “It was wondrous and momentous. I came so hard I almost fell on you.”
“Jordan?”
His fingers made a few more treks through her tresses. “Yeah, little one?”
“Are you really going to have sex with me all night?”
“No. Probably just for another couple hours. You have to work tomorrow, so you’re going to need some sleep. If I’m not mistaken, you have an event in the afternoon?”
He’d memorized the schedule she’d posted on the refrigerator, and as he said he would do, he was making sure she got what she needed. She snuggled closer and nodded. For the first time in a relationship, she didn’t think of anything at all. She didn’t analyze how long he’d want to hold her or try to guess if he might be hungry. If Jordan wanted something, he’d tell her, and she would jump to make it happen.
Chapter Fourteen
Jordan woke, smiling with remembered bliss, to the feel of the mattress shifting. She’d been a trooper, not protesting even when he woke her at three for another round of sex. Tonight he wanted to take her to his place where he’d introduce her to his set of breast pumps and maybe he’d set up the swing. She’d like that.
Her groan pulled him from his musings. “You okay?”
She’d perched on the edge of the bed. “Does your dick hurt?” It could have been a neutral question, but her tone verged on annoyance. She shouldn’t wake up cranky the day after a night of hot loving.
“No. Why? Do you kick in your sleep? If so, thankfully, you missed my package.”
“My lady parts are sore.”
He chuckled and pulled her into his arms. She didn’t squirm away, but she also didn’t soften into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head. “I guess that means no morning sex.”
“Even if I wasn’t sore, I’d want to shower and brush my teeth first.”
“Noted. How about you jump in the shower, and I’ll make breakfast?”
Her whole body finally relaxed. “Okay. I’m not picky about what you make as long as it’s accompanied by coffee.”
“Coffee. That’s probably why you’re a little surly in the morning. You’re not a morning person, are you?”
She turned to glare. “Morning people are annoying.”
Laughing, he sprang from bed and grabbed his jeans. “I won’t take that personally, not unless you repeat it after you’ve been caffeinated.”
Moving gingerly, she scooted out of bed and gathered her clothes. He wanted to order her to remain naked, but that would have been a selfish order. She had to work, and he would be a dickhead if he interfered. He snagged her panties from her pile of clothes. “No underwear today.” Then he took her bra. “You can do without this until it’s time to leave the house.”
She chewed the bottom corner of her lip as she stared at the lingerie he’d taken. “Should I keep my pussy shaved?”
His dick jerked. “Yes.”
She sighed. “I’ll wait until you’re gone for a few days on assignment before I wax. I’d rather not have to shave another thing every day.”
Blood finished rushing to his cock. “If you don’t go get in the shower now, I’m not going to care if you’re sore.”
Her gaze turned openly appreciative as it wandered down his chest and came to rest on the bulge in his pants. “My breasts aren’t sore, and I give pretty good blowjobs.”
He closed his eyes and thought about his responsibility to feed her and get some coffee into her system. While he was picturing making waffles, he felt her tentative touch at his zipper. His eyes flew open, and he watched her slowly unfasten his fly and lower his jeans. She didn’t do it to be seductive; she did it because she was shy, and that turned him on even more. She lifted his cock and licked the tip, her tongue lightly flicking around the crown. Amy, his little, on her knees was the sweetest early morning image he’d ever witnessed.
She took her time getting to know the topography of his cock, and then she sucked one of his balls between her lush lips. He hissed with pleasure. Her hair fell forward, blocking his view, and so he smoothed it back. She perked up as he petted her. Her touch became more confident, and when she closed her mouth over his cock again, she moaned. He let her get used to having his dick in her mouth, and then he gripped her head and fucked her mouth. With her hand wrapped around his base, she controlled how deep he went, and he let her keep that control for now. As she acclimated to his pace, she moved her hand down his shaft to take more.
Her eyes watered with the strain, and he noted her challenge point. She’d asked him to teach her to take all of him, and there was plenty of time to get around to that. He whispered her name, a warning that he was about to come, and tightened his grip on her hair. She moaned and gripped his ass. He thrust once more and cried out his climax.
Her throat convulsed as she swallowed repeatedly to keep up with his ejaculation. She sucked gently once he stopped, and she let him go with a soft pop. In one swift movement, he lifted her into his embrace. Her feet dangled above the floor, and she threw her arms around him. He held her closely and panted against her neck. “You’re right. You give a pretty good blowjob.”
From the tops of her breasts to the tips of her ears, she flushed red. Even her scalp bright
ened. He set her down, and she fanned her face. “Hot flashes are coming on a couple decades early.”
Breakfast was a quiet affair. Mostly Amy stared into the middle distance with a dreamy look in her eyes. Jordan wanted to know what she was thinking, but he was loathe to say or do anything that might chase away the mood. And so he indulged himself by watching her. She was deeply beautiful, and he finally had the right to look at every part of her for as long as he wanted.
After they ate, he assisted in the cleanup. Once the kitchen was in shape, he checked her schedule once again, mentally adding his items to it. If he was going to take her ass tonight as he planned, he needed to introduce her to a larger plug.
“Lift your skirt and bend over the table.”
In the midst of drying her hands on a dishtowel, she stared at him in shock. “Jordan, I have work to do.”
He replied with a look that conveyed how he expected her to obey without question. Seconds later, she lifted her skirt and bent over the table, carefully positioning her backside so that nobody passing the house would get an unexpected show. “Good girl. Stay there.” His sack of supplies was in the bedroom. He retrieved the lube and a larger plug than the one he’d used the night before. She’d been very responsive while wearing it, climaxing faster and harder than she had without it.
He drizzled lube over her anus and rubbed it over the plug. “Exhale, babe.” A little pressure, and it slid in easily. “How does that feel?”
“Full. Very full. How long do I have to wear it?”
“Until it’s time to get ready for your party.” He helped her stand. “Go ahead and work. I won’t bother you.” As she walked away, waddling to avoid pressing her legs too closely together, his phone rang. “Monaghan.”
“How is domestic bliss treating you?” Keith’s smooth tones glided over the airwaves. “Please tell me you closed the deal.”
“I did. Everything is copacetic here. How are you doing?” Jordan watched for Amy to return, but she didn’t. He crept down the hall to find where she’d gone, and he found her in the second bedroom, which was packed with carefully labeled boxes of event supplies. Pausing with a handful of what looked like paper tablecloths, she questioned him with the lift of one eyebrow. He winked and closed the door so she wouldn’t overhear the conversation.
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