by Katie Allen
Jamie left a hand on her lower back as he reached over to rummage through the nightstand drawer. Since her face was turned the wrong direction to watch him, Topher had to guess what he was doing by the sounds. She shifted beneath his hold.
“Be still.”
Although she tried, her body wouldn’t cooperate.
“Tophie...” That guttural warning tone was back.
“I can’t. I’m too excited. And you’re not making things any easier with your sex-master voice.”
He snorted a laugh as he shifted on the bed. When he spoke again, his voice came from behind her, so he must have found whatever he needed from the drawer. Her skin tingled and burned as she thought about what he might have pulled out of the nightstand. “Sex-master voice?”
“Please.” She tried to give him a look, but her neck didn’t twist that far. “Like you don’t know exactly how wet it makes me when you get all growly and raspy and bossy.”
Ever so slowly, his hand slid down her spine and over her tailbone. She stopped breathing, only to suck in a gasp when two fingers plunged into her pussy.
“Now I know,” he rumbled, using that same sex-master voice. Topher shivered and then sighed with disappointed as he withdrew his fingers. She heard a few sounds that whetted her curiosity, rather than satisfying it, and then his hand was back, slippery this time.
“Lube,” she said, the word a strangled squeak as she considered the most likely scenario in which she needed to be slippery. As he’d just confirmed, her pussy was wet enough to launch a ship down there, so the other option was...
Topher sucked in a breath as his slick finger pressed against the pucker of her ass. Although he wasn’t rough, he was insistent, and the digit forged into her back hole before she could decide if she was ready or not. The idea that her wishes were irrelevant was weirdly hot, and she tried not to think of how perverted she had to be to be aroused by Jamie’s tell-not-ask policy.
She only worried about her warped tendencies for a second or two, though, before the penetration of her ass took over all her thoughts. After sinking a single finger into her, he withdrew and added a second and then a third. Her bottom opening stung as it stretched, and Topher turned her head until her forehead rested on the mattress so she could grab a sheet with her teeth. She needed to bite down on something, and the bedding seemed a less painful option than her forearm.
Withdrawing his three invading fingers, Jamie shifted over her. There were more noises that Topher interpreted as him getting rid of the old condom and donning a new one before hopefully applying plentiful lube. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing what was coming. Well, not really knowing, since no one had ever put anything in her butt before, so this was a new experience for her. Fingers were one thing, but his cock was huge. How was it going to feel? She knew it would hurt, but how much?
By the feel of the blunt, lubed end of his erection pressing between her cheeks, she was about to find out. A panicked flutter of nerves had her dropping her hips and trying to skitter away from the coming intrusion. All that she managed to accomplish was to draw a couple of sharp smacks down onto her already red butt cheeks.
“Dad-dy.” Worry about what was to come made her voice squeak. Even to her own ears, she sounded really young. “Don’t put your thing in my bottom.”
The cracking sound made Topher jump, even as the sting from where his palm connected to her tender skin.
“Ow-w-w!” Despite her protests, despite the pain—or maybe because of it—tingles of pleasure radiated from both where her ass throbbed and where the tip of his cock was pressing.
“Quiet,” he ordered, and Topher tucked her lips between her teeth and bit down to keep the moan of pleasure from escaping. “I’m going to put my cock in your ass. This is happening, so relax and take me.”
This time, she couldn’t hold back her groan. It was too scary and awesome and painful and hot, all at the same time. There was something about being ordered to perform dirty, filthy things. That way, she could struggle and pretend to fight, pretend she didn’t want his thick cock sinking into her asshole.
“No, Daddy!” She twisted her hips to the side, managing to dislodge the head of his erection from between her cheeks. Her advantage only lasted a second, though, before he clamped his fingers around her hips and yanked her back into position. Before she could wiggle away again, he lined his cock up with her puckered back entrance again and pushed.
It felt huge—ten times bigger than it had felt stretching her pussy. She opened her mouth to complain but couldn’t suck in enough breath to form words. All she could do was make odd little gasping sounds as he worked his cock deeper.
“Fuck.” He sounded as if he was having trouble getting enough oxygen, as well. “That’s...incredible.” His hips jerked again, driving another half-inch of what felt like a baseball bat into her ass and shoving out the small amount of air that Topher had finally managed to draw into her lungs.
Bit by bit, he sank the intruder deeper, until it was all she could feel. It was as if Jamie was taking up all the space inside her, pushing aside her organs until she was just a receptacle built around his cock. It was invasive and painful and wonderful, all at the same time.
He paused, and Topher wondered if he was all the way inside of her. The still moment allowed her to adjust enough to take a shallow breath.
“Daddy...” She wasn’t sure if she was about to complain or to urge him to continue. Either way, she didn’t get a second word out of her mouth before he thrust—hard.
Her brain went white, overloaded by the sensations bombarding her, and she made a sound that was part grunt and part yell. It hurt—a lot—and her insides burned and ached and pulled as her body tried to accommodate the buried cock. It wasn’t all bad, though. A dark pleasure built in her, making her squirm with something other than discomfort.
His hips stilled over hers as his hands began to move. He stroked her sides and reached under her to tweak her nipples. The pinch of her overly sensitive nub made her jerk forward slightly, bringing her attention back to the tree currently lodged in her ass. Her movement had pulled her forward slightly, and he closed one hand on her shoulder to hold her in place as he jammed his cock into her so it was fully buried once again. She gasped at the friction, torn between wanting to hold still and needing to rock forward.
Releasing her shoulder, he ran his fingers over her side to her breast. There, he played with her other nipple, tugging and squeezing. Before Topher could decide if his touch was too hard or just hard enough, he slid his palm over her belly. Except for a short pause to circle his fingertip around her bellybutton, he continued to her bare, soaking and too empty pussy.
To her relief, Jamie didn’t tease her. So many sensations were coursing through her, muddling her brain and overloading her nerve endings. If he’d played with her, Topher’s head would probably have exploded.
Instead, two of his fingers immediately pushed into her pussy. With his cock in her ass, taking up all the space in her insides, just those two digits felt huge. She shifted forward to try to ease the intense stretch, only realizing too late that whatever slid out was going to have to go back in. Jamie thrust his hips forward, driving his groin back against her rear cheeks.
She moaned as both his cock and his fingers drove home, and the ball of his thumb ground against her clit. Without giving her a chance to recover, he withdrew slightly and then slammed back in, over and over, until the dark pleasure swamped Topher, erasing all the pain and shame and self-consciousness.
Her scream came out muffled by her locked jaws and the mouthful of sheet. As Jamie continued to thrust, her orgasm continued, ratcheting higher with the friction of each exit and the almost-unbearable fullness of each entrance. As her body clamped around his cock and fingers, his pace increased until he was pounding into her, flattening her boneless form and driving it into the mattress.
Topher didn’t mind. She liked the roughness, the wildness. At the thought of being his toy, his receptacle, an odd shiver of lust quivered through her and her body gripped his cock in a final, clamping squeeze, sending him over the edge.
“Toph...” He groaned, pressing his hips even tighter against her ass. “Baby girl.”
She cursed her position, wishing that she could see his expression, could wrap her arms around Jamie and hold him. Instead, she had to settle for feeling him shake and gradually lower his weight onto her back. That was nice, too—his heavy, sweaty body pressing hers even deeper into the bed. Although he’d withdrawn his fingers from her pussy, his cock was still wedged in her ass. It was strange how it had felt like such an intrusion at first, but now it felt...well, still a pretty big intrusion, but a comforting one.
Just as her eyes started closing, he shifted above her. She exhaled, feeling a combination of disappointment and soreness, as he withdrew his cock from her ass. When he climbed off the bed, she turned her head so she could watch him walk to the bathroom. As he washed up, she shivered. Her sweaty body was cooling quickly, but she wasn’t uncomfortable enough to move. In fact, she wasn’t sure if she could move with the way her muscles had jellified.
The cool air kept her from dozing, which she appreciated, since her awake-ness allowed her to watch a naked, completely unself-conscious Jamie walk out of the bathroom and back to the bed. Topher smiled.
The corner of his mouth tipped up in response. “You look happy.”
“I am.” She would’ve nodded, except her neck muscles had melted. “My man-blanket is returning to snuggle with me and keep me toasty.”
The other side of his mouth curved to match the first. “Man-blanket?”
“Yes. Otherwise known as you.”
With an amused snort, he reached for her hips and dragged her unresisting body until she was sideways on the bed, her feet hanging off the side.
“What—” she interrupted her own question with a yawn “—are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up, baby girl.” He set a damp, warm washcloth on her belly. Topher looked at him curiously, wondering if he was expecting her to do the scrubbing. If so, she was going to make a sad, sloppy job of it, seeing that her arm muscles were limper than month-old salad.
Before she could warn him of this, Jamie caught her legs beneath the knees and pushed them toward her chest. Once she was completely exposed, her knees to her chest and her feet in the air, he caught her ankles in one hand and held her in place.
The position reminded her of their earlier actions, and she blushed from her forehead to her toes. With him standing there, seeing everything between her spread and elevated legs, it felt different, more intimate, than their actual sex had been.
The washcloth touched her inner thigh, making her shudder for reasons having nothing to do with feeling cold. The damp, warm cloth swept over her skin like a terrycloth tongue, sending a surge of sleepy lust through her. With a low groan, she tilted her hips higher, pushing into each stroke.
“You like that, baby?” His voice was gravelly as he slid the washcloth between her folds, cleaning her with a thoroughness that was making her wet again.
“Yes.” She tried to tilt her pelvis so that she could press her clit against the cloth or his hand or anything, really, that she could rub on to create a little friction. Her efforts were foiled when Jamie pulled up on her ankles, making it impossible to rub against anything when she was dangling from his grip.
He shook his head. “Naughty girl. You were trying to get off again, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she admitted freely. “Why don’t you clean me right...there, Daddy?”
When his fingers touched the magic spot, she let her eyes close, ready for him to rub her into oblivion for yet another time that night. Instead, he pinched her clit sharply.
“Ow!” Her eyes snapped open. “Why’d you do that?”
Jamie was grinning, the ass, although his tone was not amused. “Who’s in charge here?”
Instead of answering, Topher allowed her lower lip to protrude. All this did was lead him to spank her.
“Ow!” she said again. “Daddy!”
“When I ask you a question, little girl, I expect an answer.”
“Fine.” Her lip remained out. “Wait...what was the question?”
After another hard spank, he repeated, “Who’s in charge here?”
“You, Daddy.”
“When do you come?”
“As much as possible, Daddy.”
Yet another spank. “Wrong. Try again.”
“When you let me?” she guessed.
“Correct.”
“That doesn’t sound nearly as fun,” Topher grumbled, earning another smack on the bottom before he finished cleaning her. As the washcloth circled her anus, she sucked in a breath. With her ankles caught in one of his hands and his other wiping her butt, she was reminded of other possible aspects of their little game.
“What?” he asked.
“What what?”
“You tensed. What’s wrong?” The cooling washcloth went still, staying pressed against her skin.
“Just...” She glared at the ceiling. How was she supposed to talk about this when she was so...exposed? “Uh... I was just wondering how far you wanted to take...um, things.”
“Things?” He must be finished cleaning her, since he lowered her feet so they hung off the side of the bed and returned the washcloth to the bathroom. Topher used his much-too-brief absence to think about how to rephrase her question.
As he moved back toward her, she blurted, “The whole daddy-baby thing. What else did you want to do to me or with me or whatever?” Her flush was mostly from the discussion topic, but it was also from how terribly inarticulate she’d just sounded.
Instead of answering right away, he lifted her enough to turn her so her head was on a pillow. Watching his face closely for any sign of disgust or embarrassment, Topher wiggled around until she could pull the covers out from under her. Her stomach clenched with nerves, and she berated herself for even bringing up the topic. What if he said something mocking or mean or implied that he thought her idea—and she—was gross? If he did, she’d curl up in a little ball and die like a salted slug. She pulled harder on the blankets, needing to cover up, feeling utterly exposed. Before she could tug them over her, though, Jamie lay next to her and took over blanket duty. Covered, she felt less vulnerable, although she still worried he’d say something that would make her cry. She snuggled into his side, wrapping an arm around his chest and tossing a leg over one of his.
Once they were settled under the covers, her face tucked into his neck, he finally spoke.
“Everything we’ve done together has been...” He trailed off, blowing out a breath that fluttered a few strands of her hair. “Good. More than good. Makes sense that if we tried...other things that they’d be, well, good, as well. Are there any—I mean, would you be interested...? Fuck. I’m making a mess of this.”
She giggled as the worried butterflies in her belly calmed. Of course Jamie wouldn’t say anything that would make her feel like a freak. He was much too kind for that.
“What’s so funny?” Despite his grumpy tone, his hand was gentle as it stroked her hair away from her face.
“You’re flustered. Usually you’re so...not flustered. Like, never-ever, not-at-all flustered.” She didn’t move her head as she talked, so her lips and breath both brushed against his skin. Goose bumps rose on his neck, making her smile.
“This is new,” he grumbled, sliding a hand down to her ass so he could pinch it hard enough to make her jump. “I’m getting hard thinking about things that I never would’ve imagined trying, much less enjoying.”
She snorted. “Preaching to the choir here, buddy. I’ve never even been spanked
before you got a hold of me.”
“No wonder you’re such a brat.”
“Hey!” It was her turn to pinch Jamie. “I had to act like that.”
“Why?”
Topher debated the wisdom of telling him and decided to go with it. After all, Danny’s original—and stupid—plan was dead, buried, dug up, beaten, burned and reburied, so it wasn’t going to do any harm. Besides, she was pretty darn sure she wasn’t going to see any of the money Danny had promised her.
“Danny hired me.”
There was a beat of silence before he repeated, “Hired you?”
“Not in a hooker sense,” she hurried to assure him. “In an actress sense.”
“You’re actually not making any sense. Explain. Now.”
Although it was going to be awkward, she’d rather have this conversation than the sex conversation. “He came into the coffee shop where I work and said he had a job for me. I told him that ‘actress’ was not synonymous with ‘hooker,’ but he insisted that he just wanted me to come with him to his uncle’s house for the holidays and pretend to be his girlfriend, no sex required.”
“Keep going.” His tone was so neutral and even that Topher dared a glance at his face, trying to read how annoyed or angry or possibly livid he was, but his expression gave away even less than his voice.
“Um...okay. So, you know how you can’t stand Barb and her family?”
He closed his eyes, as if pained, before saying with exaggerated patience, “Yes?”
“Danny wanted me to be a super-annoying girlfriend, so you’d think Barb was a gem in comparison.”
His chest heaved under her arm as he sighed. “Idiot.”
“Hey!” She propped herself up so she could give him a look. Wincing, Jamie adjusted her so that the pointy end of her elbow wasn’t stabbing his chest. “Watch the ugly words. I was just pretending to be dumb. Okay, so I was mostly pretending, but that doesn’t mean you can call me an idiot.”