“Your horror room set you off on this little tangent, my friend, but since I left my catsuit and whips at home, your cock is safe. I still have my breast pump, though.” I looked at him with a gleam in my eye.
“Nope, nope, and nope… and if we talk any more about this, I’ll spread you out on this table and feast on you. Then, Michael and I will have an awful lot of bro stuff to talk about,” he said as he licked an oyster out of the shell and swallowed it.
I burst out into laughter. “There’s the fun side of you,” I announced.
“Oh, I’m plenty of fun, just you wait.”
The rest of dinner was delightful. He was right; the vegetarian food was perfect and delicious. I couldn’t wait to go back to his bedroom and torture his cock, but he had other plans for us. As soon as we were finished with our meal, it was nearly eleven-thirty at night. Michael came in and bid his farewell for the evening. We said our goodbyes, and he left.
I was worried he might live in the house near our bedroom and Sinclair assured me that Michael and Lorna, his wife, the housekeeper, lived in a house on his property farther up the hill. Apparently, the two of them had worked for his parents. They were in their early fifties, didn’t have kids, and Sinclair assumed didn’t want any. Their only job was to attend Sinclair, who was rarely there. He noted they had a sweet gig.
After Michael left, Sinclair turned to me with the devil in his eye.
“Oh… now,” I said with a nervous tinge to my voice. “I’m getting to know that look. What have you got planned, Sin?” I used his nickname as he seemed more like the character he pretended to be on Halloween than the bossy boss I worked for and now dated.
“I was thinking I might just feast on you as I mentioned.” His face seemed deadly serious even though I hoped he was playing.
“Oh?” My voice was mostly a yelp.
I was completely full and really couldn’t jump back into sex right away without getting a stomach cramp. I was pretty sure the same rules applied to bump and grind as they did for swimming.
“Aren’t you full from dinner? I know I sure am.” I stood up from the table and backed away from him some, giving chase.
He laughed, seeing the game I’d started. “I always have room for you.” He slunk forward as I planned my escape.
There weren’t many doors in the room, only the one we entered from and one leading outside. Unsure of what I’d find behind either door, I opted to go outside since that door was the closest. I hadn’t much time. I moved a chair between us, giving me only a second to unlock it and slip outside. The air was crisp, but not too cold. I felt the draft on my bare pussy, which aroused me as did the fact that he’d slipped out right behind me and seized my waist.
“Not the smartest idea to run from a man in his own home.” He laughed as he held me tightly against him.
I wiggled and bucked trying to get out of his grip as one hand dipped from my waist to my wet pussy. His fingers rubbed across my clit, fast and ferocious as he held me to him with a vice-like grip. His fingers were relentless, yet he remained calm. He kissed my neck and shoulders, intermittently biting. It wasn’t long before he had me convulsing on him as a powerful orgasm rocked my whole body. He withdrew his finger and licked my arousal off of it.
“The appetizer,” his graveled voice announced.
I was drifting down from my release feeling dazed. The moon was high above and shone a beautiful light on us. To the right was a magnificent waterfall which flowed into a hot tub carved into the rock. It had a distinctly Asian feel with the natural setting and the simple architectural lines. A wooden platform surrounded the hot tub, and small metal lanterns lit the path.
He guided me, still limp and sated, to one of the many benches surrounding the tub. “This is my sanctuary,” he whispered in my ear as he seated me in his lap, spreading my legs over his.
He opened me wide before him, baring my ravaged pussy to the cool night air.
“It’s beautiful,” I said as I tried to close my legs out of modesty.
He lightly scolded, “Ah, ah, ah, I’m not done yet,” he chided, drawing my thighs apart with his knees.
He used one hand to keep me open, and the other dipped into my vagina. Ribbons of steam coursed into the air from the deep warm pool and everything smelled like cedar and eucalyptus. My head was spinning as his fingers dipped in and out of me, painting my pussy with my cum. The more I wiggled, the deeper his finger dove. He added another finger in while his other hand pinched and pulled at my nipple, bringing my milk down. My mind was a swirling erotic mess.
Chapter 17
Sinclair
I wanted to give her pleasure and experiences she’d only dreamed of. As she was spread before me on the bench, she almost came again, but I didn’t want her too spent. So I lifted her to her feet and removed her dress in one sweeping motion, leaving her standing there naked in the moonlight, gloriously beautiful.
She turned to me and glared, “And what about you? Are you just going to stand there with your clothes on while I’m all Lady Godiva here?” She pretended to pout.
Her face, flushed with ecstasy, was too tempting to resist. As turnaround was fair play, I gave her a shot at me. I spread my arms wide. “You’re certainly welcome to undress me.”
“Oh, buddy I will.” She turned to me and lifted my T-shirt up, trying to get it over my head, being almost a foot shorter than me. I let her struggle for a moment, then pulled it the rest of the way off and tossed it on the bench.
“I love these,” she cooed caressing my pectoral muscles.
“And I love these,” I added kneading her breasts.
Her hands danced down my body until they came to rest in my pants, her fingertips tickling the hair around my rock hardness. She quickly released my cock from my pants, and I chucked them off. She proceeded to kiss her way down my body until she came face to face with my cock. Before going further, her hands traced the outline of my tattoo.
“So,” she started, looking up from my rising member, “I’ve been curious about this,” she said as she continued to course her fingers over the Gothic cross. “Is it a Jesus complex? Tramp stamp? A drunken night out with the boys?”
“A little bit of all that.” I touched her silky, soft hair. “…and a reminder. To behave.” Her innocent face shone in the moonlight.
If I dared to walk down this path with her, I had to tread lightly. She was the mother of our child, a goddess, a muse, and I was slipping too quickly into her abyss.
“What do you mean, behave?” Her face looked a bit worried.
I hadn’t told her about the tattoo; there wasn’t a good time. I’d gotten it when I was drunk with the boys, yes. And it was to celebrate my manhood, true, but there was a deeper meaning I’d never shared. I was honest when I said it was to remind me to behave. In college, I’d had a taste of freedom. No longer under the strict rule of my parents and released to exercise my demons, I unleashed the worst. I’d slept with so many young, beautiful, college women. All were eager to throw off their own chains, and I took advantage of them.
I let my cock rule everything for about a year. I reasoned if they wanted me, then I had no responsibility for their actions or mine. The truth was, I took no responsibility at all. Regretfully, Reyna’s child was not the first I’d fathered. When I was a freshman in college, the woman I’d been dating for a couple of months came to me and told me she was pregnant. For a few days, I completely freaked. I was going to be a father, and I’d had to give up everything… all my hopes and dreams. I didn’t even think about her and what she’d have to sacrifice.
When she told me a month later she’d decided to end the pregnancy, I felt a mix of relief and a weird disappointment. I wasn’t ready to be a father, and I realized I didn’t want to be one, at least not then. She and I parted ways. I only saw her occasionally on campus. When I did see her, I’d think she had my child growing in her, and we let that baby go. We passed each other and say nothing to one another… virtual strangers.
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br /> I got the tattoo on a drunken whim. I told myself and my buddies it was to glorify my illustrious member. In truth, it was to remind me to behave. Strange, I found myself in the same situation, even with the stupid tattoo… and yet, not. As soon as I found out that Reyna had given birth to my child, I knew I’d be a better man than I was to the unfortunate woman whose name had escaped me.
“The tattoo helps remind me that sometimes, with sex comes great responsibility; don’t abuse its power.”
Her hand, which was gently stroking me, stopped for a moment. “Um… maybe it should have been bigger,” she teased as she pumped me harder. “It takes two to tango. I knew what I was getting into. The tattoo’s cool, though,” she affirmed while her hands worked their magic.
Her hand moved up and down my shaft moving my foreskin, driving me absolutely wild. She continued to pump me harder and harder until that familiar knot formed in my groin. I grabbed her hand and stilled her assault.
“Wow,” I rasped with desire. “Take it easy, turbo.”
She bent down and planted a kiss on my cock. “Sorry big guy, I got carried away.”
She then stood up, turned from me, showing off her perfect ass, and slunk over to the hot tub. Within moments, she submerged into the warm water. The little vixen left me standing there erect as she went into the pool without me.
“So you’re just going to leave me here hanging?” I sulked.
“You are not hanging, sir. You are very pointy.” She smiled her glorious grin as she dipped below the surface.
She was driving me insane. I walked to the tub and entered the water, scooping her up into my arms. “How’s this for pointy?” I asked as I jutted my cock between her ass cheeks.
“Aye.” She tried to move away as I positioned myself right at the entrance of her pussy.
She was trying not to put all of her weight down after I’d wiggled in under her. There was no escape, though. I pressed my cock between her ass cheeks and held her captive. Although she must have thought I was going to spear her and give her a quick fuck, I didn’t. I simply held her with our bodies aligned. We stayed in the water for a while. I massaged her muscles and smoothed my hands over her skin… loving, exploring, caring.
“It feels natural having you here,” I confessed, probably too soon.
“It does,” was all she said as her head lilted onto my chest. Her eyes drifted closed. After a half-hour, I thought she might have fallen asleep, but she roused and started wiggling on my cock, which had wilted some. It flared back to life again pretty quickly as her ass squeezed and released it several times.
Her breasts had filled with milk again, but I massaged her tits, allowing her breast milk to dribble out and mix with the water.
“That feels good. They were getting achy.” I was happy to give her some release.
Without saying a word, she angled her ass forward and pressed my aching cock into her pussy. She then sat her full weight down on me and began to ride me gently.
“Thank you,” I groaned while she picked up her speed.
It was a little hard to get leverage with the buoyancy of the water, so I lifted us up to the edge of the tub, giving us more gravity. She moved forward, braced her hands on her knees, and fucked me hard. It was hypnotic, her tight pussy sucking at my cock up and down and stroking it rhythmically in the cool night air. My arms wrapped around her waist, driving my cock in deeper. After a while, it all became too much. I stood up with her still lodged on my dick and turned her toward the mountains. She braced herself on the rock wall as I fucked her doggy-style. My dick thrust hard into her as my balls slapped against her pussy.
She must have liked the rough fucking because she started mewling and whining, “Sinclair, oh my God, yes, yes… .go deeper.” I was happy to see she was losing it as badly as I was.
I slammed my cock in as deep as it could go and found I’d reached the end of her love canal. She bucked a bit when I hit her cervix, but also screamed in ecstasy. That I was all I needed; I shattered and convulsed inside of her, filling her up with hard jets of sperm. I’d never cum so hard and so much with any other woman. Reyna was like a drug. She intoxicated me with her very essence. When I’d unloaded every drop I had, I pulled out of her and rested on the seat, my cock swollen and oozing the remnants of our passions.
“God, what you do to me.” I could barely breathe as I tried to find order in the world again.
She said as she kissed me, “Don’t forget it when we’re back in the office on Monday.” She flopped back into the water and let the warmth of it cascade around her.
I joined her in the water. “There is no way I’ll ever forget this, or you, or any of what we’re building. Monday is going to be my own personal hell; don’t you worry,” I assured her.
“Why?” She really had no idea what an effect she had on me.
“Because all I’ll want to do is fuck you.” I grinned.
“I hope one day you’ll want to do more than that.” She seemed sad, but I didn’t have the energy to address it just yet.
I hadn’t the strength to tell her I wanted everything, the whole package. The budding filmmaker, the mother of my child, the wife of my dreams… but it was all too soon and too much to lay on her so soon. I let the comment linger as we held one another in the moonlight.
After some time had passed, she spoke. “I like slumber parties at your house. I’m curious, though, is there going to be any sleeping happening? I’m getting really tired.” She yawned.
“Come on, sleeping beauty.” I lifted her into my arms. “Time for bed.” With that, I carried her to my bedroom and placed her naked on the crisp white sheets.
She was asleep before her head even hit the pillow, and the love I had for her swelled… this certainly could be mine ever after.
Chapter 18
Reyna
I woke up just as dawn was breaking. I had been conditioned by Ariana to wake up early, so I missed her. However, it felt good to have Sinclair’s warm, naked body up against mine. He had me cradled in his arms, and his semi-hard cock was on my ass. It felt right being held by him like this could be home one day. I didn’t want to think too much about it. Sinclair and I were just getting to know one another.
I had to go to the bathroom and pump, so I snuck out of bed without rousing him. When I came back, he was sitting up working on his phone. He looked like a naked, busy businessman. As soon as he saw me standing there, he patted the bed beside him.
“Are you coming back?” He didn’t even look up from his phone.
I jumped in the bed and snuggled in trying not to be irritated he was on his phone. “Do you need to work?” I asked, looking at his phone screen to see what he was doing.
“I’m just answering some emails. No one should ever work on the weekends, but apparently, everyone thinks I should. Is everything okay? You jumped out of bed so fast.” He seemed a bit off like he was nervous for some reason.
“Yeah, everything‘s fine. I had to pump, and you know, do boring biological things. I do miss the little bug, though. I’ve never woke up without her.” I didn’t want to go, but I also didn’t want to be away much longer.
“It must be hard for you to be away from her.” He still seemed a bit weird.
“It is, but I’m having fun with you.” I gave him a reassuring smile; this seemed to make him happier.
“You think you have time for a quick tumble? And… I’m sure Lorna made breakfast already, if you’re hungry, after. Perhaps you can come back tonight and bring Arianna?” He looked like a little boy, eyes big and hopeful.
I didn’t want to dash his spirits, but I certainly wasn’t ready to bring Arianna here. I was just getting to know Sinclair, and it was all overwhelming enough.
“Definitely someday,” I said, kissing his forehead, “But not tonight. I should stay home tonight. Everything is kind of big and swirling in my brain right now. I need a little space to um… sort it all out.” I kissed his shoulder and let my hand trace the muscles on his
chest to ease the impact of my words.
“Are you having doubts?” The worry had returned to his voice.
“No silly.” I slapped him. “I’m just not ready to fuck my boss, have a baby with him, and cohabitate all at once… I need to ease on down this road… you know.” My hand slid down his stomach. “I’ve had an incredible time, though.”
“Me too, and I don’t think I’ll let you go.” He seized my hand, not knowing how creepy the gesture was.
Good thing I trusted him as much as I did. “That’s a little creepy, in an ‘I’m gonna kidnap you’ kind of way,” I teased.
“Well, if you put it that way, then by all means leave.” He pouted.
Such a baby. I guess I had to prove I was in this all the way. I drew back the sheet to reveal his cock jutting to the ceiling. “I see your problem. This thing here,” I touched his cock, “needs some attention.” He was so childish with his silly sulking.
“Whatever you can offer will be greatly appreciated,” he said as his hands flanked my sides.
I straddled him and placed my pussy over his cock. “Since sir fucked my pussy so hard, I won’t be able to sit at my desk on Monday. You’re not getting any more of the love cavern until next time. But… a little cock torture might be in order.” I pushed my pussy down on him and slid back and forth over his erection, pressing all my weight into the effort.
“Oh,” he gasped, “Okay, this is good.”
Rubbing on him was getting me wet. I really was too sore to have his thick cock inside of me, but this felt incredible. His shaft grazed up and down my clit, and I found myself getting flushed. My insides felt like the Fourth of July. I grounded down hard on him. His arms wrapped around me and held me in place as he moaned loudly. I pressed in harder bucking my hips back and forth until I felt him seize, hold me steadfast and shudder. His cock pulsed and spurt a stream of cum onto his chest. I milked his cock more as thick ribbons shot out. It pooled near his belly button then began to ooze down his sides onto the crumpled sheets below. He made small yelping sounds as he finished, and I collapsed down on him seeking my own release.
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