by L. J. Dee
Lucas would catch me.
And he did, scooping me up into strong arms as my blindfolded head lolled against his chest. I moaned softly, feeling as though I was floating in a sea of sensation, as pain, pleasure, burning aches and agonising bliss each fought for dominance. Suddenly I felt like I was falling, his hand beneath my head, supporting me as my body hit the cool soft sheets of his bed. I lay there in the darkness, listening to the singing of my cells.
“Spread your legs, sub,” came the next command from the deep, low voice and all I could see in my minds eyes was that incredible face. Those beautiful eyes would be clouded with lust; endless pools of ink pot black, strong against the beautiful cobalt blue as I tried to follow his demands, but my boneless limbs were simply too weak.
He opened my thighs roughly and I gasped as he brought me around from my strange euphoria with a sharp slap to my right breast, my eyes suddenly assaulted by the light as I blinked rapidly, trying to focus.
“Wider,” he growled fiercely as I stared up into his eyes, opening my mouth and inviting him in, spreading my legs as far as I could with no shame or hesitation. I wanted only the approval he rewarded me with. “Good girl,” he smiled, rubbing his hands gently across the red skin of my smacked breast, kissing his way down to my stomach before running his fingers across the soaking folds of my pussy, gathering my juices before inserting them into my open mouth.
“Suck my fingers, little sub, see just how good you taste,” he said as I held his gaze and did as he asked, spurred on by the desire in his eyes and the movement of those glorious lips as they worked their way into an incredible ‘O’ that let me know just how turned on he was.
He pulled out his fingers, pushing them deep inside my pussy, pulling them out all too soon before placing them softly on my lips again.
“Now suck them just like you want to suck my cock, little sub,” he said in a voice that dripped with sex and the thought was intoxicating. I was desperate to feel him, to taste him and to make sure he knew just how good that magnificent cock would feel between my lips as I pulled my head forward and worked his fingers for all I was worth.
A low moan rumbled through his throat as I felt the hard length of his cock against my folds, skin on skin as he rubbed the hot wide head against my clit. I sucked hard on his fingers, drowning in the sensations. Before I knew what was happening I was lost, falling into an abyss of ecstasy, my mind blank to everything but my Dom, bucking and writhing beneath his touch, crying out incoherently and seeing only Lucas’s eyes as hot white spots burst inside my own.
I hadn’t come down from my high as I felt my knees being hoisted upwards and my arms secured into position, my wrists bound with my ankles, my whole body open and on show to Lucas as he stood gazing down at me.
“You look very pretty,” he said as my brain began to register my position for the first time, but I didn’t have the strength or the capacity to argue. I was wet, I was exposed and there wasn’t an inch of me that my Dom couldn’t see, his eyes searing me with a heat so formidable it stole the breath from my lungs.
I was bound so tight I couldn’t move, my arms grateful that this time my legs were burning, but all sensation had been overtaken by the only thing more powerful – arousal. I was shivering with anticipation and need, all thought lost, my anxiety dissipated. He moved onto the bed straddling across me and stoking the thick shaft of his glorious cock only inches from my face.
“Kiss me,” he demanded as I lifted my head to the tip of his cock, desperate to taste him and pleasure him as he had me, running my tongue across the hot head as it jerked beneath me and Lucas hissed between clenched teeth. I kissed and licked him repeatedly before he pulled away, lifting my head further, trying in vain to reach him as he shook his head.
“What do you say, sub?” he asked, blue eyes blazing.
“Please, Sir, please let me taste you,” I begged as satisfaction flooded his features and I smiled up at him, relishing the silent praise as he rewarded me with the taste of his cock and a burst of hot, wet pre cum, cursing as I moaned my pleasure. I took the head in my mouth as he suddenly yanked me back, grabbing a handful of hair in his fist.
“Did I say you could do that?” he asked as I shook my head, needing his cock and badly needing to please him.
“No, Sir,” I said as he responded with a low, deep chuckle, before forcing my head forward again and offering me everything.
“Now you can suck me.” I opened my mouth as far as I could, tracing my tongue along every thick vein before taking him hard and deep, sucking his beautiful cock, focusing only on his pleasure. He was thrusting hard and deep against my throat, my cheeks burning as hot as the muscles in my legs as he pulled out suddenly, his eyes thick with lust and his voice as low and raspy as I had ever heard it.
“I need to mark you with my cum,” he said, pulling away and thrusting his cock so hard and deep inside my pussy that I was gasping for breath. I couldn’t fight, even if I wanted to, but this was what I wanted, all I wanted, revelling in the fullness as he drove against my G-spot, grabbing my legs tightly with this hands as he took advantage of my exposed position.
I could feel his hardness, naked and pulsing inside me as waves of pleasure began to build and I tightened around him, the spasm of my inner muscles working him and milking his cock as I cried out over and over. Each thrust forced his name from my lips in a breathy escape of air, panting as an earth shattering orgasm gripped me relentlessly, charging every cell and sending me spiralling into bliss as I unravelled completely.
“Fuck, baby,” he cried and stilled, gazing into my eyes as he shot his cum deep into the very heart of me, the hot wet explosion filling me with affection as I took his mark, accepting every drop with grateful abandon.
When I came around I was underneath the covers, damp between my thighs and my limbs singing in the most delicious aching sensation. I certainly knew I’d been fucked, and the feeling thrilled and delighted me as I listened for a moment to see if I could hear him.
I heard only the sound of running of water before soft footsteps on the thick carpet as I turned, stretching my arms, yawning gently and looking up at him in sheer adoration.
“Hey, Lucas,” I smiled, taken aback slightly by the stern look on his face as I frowned, suddenly remembering the rules. “I’m sorry, I mean Sir,” I said quickly as a small smile played around his mouth and he walked across to the bed, bending to kiss my mouth in the most delectable soft touch with those incredible full lips, pulling back the covers as I stretched again.
“I’m going to wash you now, sub,” he said, taking my hand as I climbed out of bed and leading me across to the huge en-suite. I took one look at the Jacuzzi tub brimming with bubbles that smelled of Lucas and smiled up at him broadly. To my aching limbs, the hot water resembled a circular slice of heaven and I wasted no time engulfing myself in the silky liquid, moaning my appreciation.
The warmth permeated immediately, invading my skin and the muscles beneath with a blissful heat and I hoped that Lucas would join me. Instead he sat on the edge, rubbing every inch of me with a soft cloth as I closed my eyes, lay back, stretching and relaxing as he chuckled deeply.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he smiled as I nodded enthusiastically, until he suddenly announced, “Time’s up.” I was reticent to get out, but took his hand, knowing that in another few moments I’d have probably been asleep again, my body exhausted with the erotic onslaught he’d unleashed this morning.
He was wearing only loose fitting dark grey lounge pants hanging low on those incredible hips and his body looked utterly delectable; hard and firm, strong and captivating. I let him dry me with a thick fluffy towel before he wrapped me in a robe. I noticed the soft wet tendrils of hair around the nape of his neck and guessed that he’d already showered as he led me back to the living room and the huge white couch with its glittering view of central London.
“Would you like to eat in here or in the kitchen?” he asked and I understood the question per
fectly. Did I need to speak freely, or not? I didn’t. The point of today was to clear my mind and he’d done it. In there I would be brimming with questions, the real world would invade my thoughts and it would take me just as long to shut down again.
The truth was I was basking in the euphoric bliss of my empty head space, feeling everything Lucas was giving me too much to risk disrupting it now. “In here please, Sir,” I said as he smiled and nodded and the happiness in his eyes was unmistakeable, washing over me in a wave of warmth as heavenly as the bubbles I’d just bathed in.
He left, walking towards the the kitchen, reappearing moments later with a hot chicken salad and what smelt like home-made bread as I wondered momentarily just how long I’d slept for. There was no concept of time. It was as redundant as every other real life practicality right now as he sat beside me and began to eat in silence.
It was absolutely delicious and I devoured every mouthful, stopping only to notice the glow of pride that was emanating from every pore of Lucas’s being. I wanted to ask him about it but I wouldn’t, concentrating only on my meal. Whatever I was doing was making him happy and today that was the only wonderful goal I had.
As soon as we had finished lunch the three word command came again. “Strip and kneel.”
I followed it without hesitation, sitting patiently as Lucas worked, soaking in the silence and thinking of nothing but when his touch would come again. I wasn’t there as long this time before he beckoned me onto his knee, laying me roughly across his lap. My gaze was trained at the floor, relishing his firm hands across the skin of my back, tracing my spine before kneading the hot flesh of my buttocks as I moaned gently, still against the hard muscles of his legs.
“I am going to spank you now, sub, and you will count them out,” he said as my body tensed, my mind racing back to the afternoon at the club as I shut my eyes, panicking slightly.
“Relax,” he said, soothing his hands gently across my skin in a circular motion and I wasn’t certain my cells could take any more punishment, particularly the harsh fierce stinging I’d felt that day. The word ‘Amber’ played on my tongue and his hand crashed down.
It was loud and it stung, but it was momentary and not painful, bringing heat and warmth as arousal flooded my centre. This wasn’t a punishment spanking, it was something else entirely, and I forced the word “One” from my dry mouth. The second one came, this time right on the bottom of my backside and I gasped, crying out in pleasure at the sensation.
The pain was fleeting, usurped by a much greater intensity of warmth and arousal, and my pussy began to pulse against his leg in a fierce response to the stimulus. “Two.”
“Good girl,” I heard as the third and fourth came down in quick succession before I felt the tip of Lucas’s finger running across my hot wet pussy, groaning as his cock solidified beneath me.
I pressed hard against it with my stomach as he punished me with an extra hard slap and I yelped at the sting as the fierce heat radiated across the soft flesh of my cheek.
“Five.”
“Your arse looks beautiful when it’s glowing red from my hand,” he said, rubbing firm fingers across the aggravated area, bringing pleasure from the pain, smooth circular motions left and right as I pressed my pussy against his leg trying to find some relief.
I moaned out loud as his fingers found my clit, rubbing my moisture over the swollen nub as he forced my legs roughly apart. “You are not to come, sub. Do you understand?” he asked forcefully as I gasped a breathy, “Yes, Sir,” trying to figure out how the hell I was supposed to stop myself when he was touching me like that.
“Don’t come,” he growled as his fingers moved harder and faster, sending me spiralling towards my orgasm. I tried to think of anything other than the feelings of incredible bliss that were firing through me.
“I don’t know how to stop, Sir,” I moaned breathlessly.
“Find a way,” he replied seriously as I tried to shut out the pleasure that was bombarding my brain, blanking out my thoughts, but it was just no use.
“Please, Sir, I don’t know how,” I cried as he stopped abruptly, giving my senses a moment to calm before starting again, and this time it felt even more intense than before. “Oh, God, I can’t, Sir, I’m sorry I...” I started. My voice trailed off, turning into a deep groan from the base of my throat as he thrust my body headlong into a powerful orgasm that shook me to the depths of my core as I shuddered uncontrollably against his lap.
“That’s another thing we need to work on,” he said as I turned my head, apology written in every feature of my face as he watched me closely.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered as he just watched me, eventually gesturing for me to stand.
“Follow me,” he said firmly as I wondered whether I was in for a punishment, walking behind him as he made his way back into the bedroom.
“Climb on the bed on all fours and open yourself to me. Then you can beg me to fuck your arse,” he said as my eyes widened, taking in his expression as his mouth shaped itself into the unreadable line that was so familiar.
“You just disappointed me, don’t do it again,” he said as I moved quickly, climbing onto the bed as instructed and spreading myself wide open. I listened to him moving around and opening and closing a drawer. It was only seconds later when I felt him behind me and I knew what I had to do.
“I’m sorry I came, Sir. Please fuck my arse,” I begged, ignoring the humiliation that was burning my cheeks as he walked to the head of the bed, gazing at me intently.
“Ask me again,” he growled as I stared up at him, my face pink and my arse still stinging, knowing it was bright red, open and exposed as he gazed down at me.
“Please, Sir, please fuck me there,” I said again watching his blue eyes blazing, black pupils dilated and his gaze hooded as he smiled softly.
“Is that what you want, little sub? You want me to claim your arse for being a naughty girl?” he asked as I nodded.
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed nervously as he ran a single finger down the length of my soft cheek, moving behind me as I gasped at the sudden burst of freezing cold lube against my forbidden entrance.
“Naughty little sub,” he said, as I felt the wide end of his cock against my hole, pushing its way through the tight resistance as he groaned deeply. Last time he’d been sheathed, this time he wasn’t, and I gasped at the feel of his skin against mine, the hot hard shaft that was forcing its way into me as I was gripped by need.
I pushed out further, granting him access and desperate to please as he moaned and cursed, thrusting almost violently and sending me hurtling forward as I tried to hold my position on all fours. “Fuck, that feels so good, baby,” he groaned as I gasped, turned on by his words, elated that I was pleasing him so, and moaning deeply as he pounded into me.
It was deeper and harder than before and I could feel every jerk and twitch of that glorious cock as he claimed me completely, matching his thrusts with my own, lost in the heat, the pain and pleasure and crying out loudly, shamelessly and wantonly, eagerly receiving everything Lucas had to give.
“Now, I’m going to fill your arse with my cum. Hot and deep so you know I own you everywhere,” he growled, pinching my clit hard between his fingers as I cried out loud. My body responded fiercely as he slapped my pussy with one hand, pulling my hair with the other and I unravelled again, lost in my own exquisite release. I felt him still, warming me from the inside out with a burst of hot wet seed and cursing loudly.
He was gentle as he pulled out and I flopped down on the bed, sated and exhausted and utterly overwhelmed. He kissed me softly on the forehead, gazing down at me, stroking the damp tendrils of hair from my face. “That was incredible and I will be coming to the presentation on Friday,” he said as my brain took a moment to compute what he was saying. I was euphoric and blissful and in absolutely no fit state to argue, wondering if yet again his timing was deliberate. All I could do was smile back.
I could still feel Lucas inside me, m
y pussy and my arse, for the first time wondering suddenly why he hadn’t used a condom. I’d got pregnant before, even with one, and this was something that wouldn’t wait. I stood on shaky limbs as he watched me closely.
“What are you doing?” he asked as I gazed up at him.
“Please may I go to the kitchen, Sir?” I asked.
“Yes.” He pulled on those soft grey lounge pants as I walked out of the bedroom. He walked in a few moments later with the soft fluffy robe, wrapping it around me as I smiled up at him.
“Would you like a drink, Jess?” he asked as I nodded, flooded with warmth at the use of my name, rushing across to him as he poured out some juice, all but flinging myself against that hot, hard body as he wrapped a strong arm around me, holding me gently.
“What’s on your mind, baby?” he asked, chuckling gently at the expression on my face as his hand held my head softly in place, long fingers entangled in my blonde waves.
“I just needed to know why you didn’t use a condom today. You haven’t even asked if I’m on the pill and I assumed it would be an issue for you, after Roberta and everything,” I said as he seared me with an incredible gaze, a small curve twisting on the side of his lip. God, he was beautiful and my heart fluttered in my chest. One look like that and I was putty in his hands. He knew it too, pulling me onto his lap as he sat at the kitchen table, drinking his juice as I sipped on mine.
“I know you’re on the pill, I saw them in your bathroom cabinet,” he smiled as I stared at him wide eyed and astounded.
“If you haven’t taken it, we can get some emergency contraception,” he said as I shook my head in disbelief.
“I wanted to fuck you bareback, so I did, Jess. I take what I want, is that still unclear to you?” he asked, smirking again as I started to giggle.