Preacher Dom 2

by Lucian Bane

  “No, I don’t!” she cried. “I mean yes, I do but I don’t know what to tell you, I don’t know what I like.” She widened her eyes and shrugged. “What do you want me to tell you, do you want me to lie and make shit up that I like?”

  “No, of course not,” he said, laughing and being all gorgeous.

  “Then what!?”

  His eyes slowly squinted. “I think I have just the solution to this dilemma.”

  “Allll ears, Preacher.”

  He gave a sexy chuckle, nodding. “You’re going to switch.”

  It was her turn to squint before raising her brows. “Switch what?”

  “Switch what,” he muttered, smiling. “Well, I don’t mean switch the loads.”

  “You mean sex switching?” she cried.

  “Bingo,” he said, winking.

  She shook her head. “I… I’ve never done that.”

  “First time for everything,” he said easily.

  “Can’t we just… go with the safe word thing and let you…” He was already shaking his head no. “But I don’t… I’ve literally never done that. Have no idea how.”

  “I think you’ll figure it out. You can start with… making me bring you to orgasm. I’m sure you’ve had ideas about that?”

  “I should shower,” she said, wanting more time, but again he was shaking his head no. “Uuugh,” she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, before glaring at him. “You’re serious.”

  “Extremely.”

  She dropped her arms. “Well… in that case. You’ll be showering me. I’m not doing this without being squeaky clean.”

  He gave her a one-sided grin. “Yes ma’am.”

  The sexy words tingled in her clit long after she stepped into the shower. She got the water on and turned to find him watching, head angled on her ass.

  “You like my ass?”

  He turned those gorgeous eyes slowly up to her before muttering another sexy, hot as hell, “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Lord have mercy,” she whispered. “It helps that you’re drop dead gorgeous.”

  “Oh, I am?” he wondered, stepping into the shower. “Tell me where to wash first,” he whispered, his mouth right near hers.

  A thrill shot through her stomach at the whole idea of her directing him. “You can start with what I’ll make you eat.”

  “Oh fuck,” he whispered softly at her lips, his hand gliding between her folds. “This?”

  She held his wrist and pushed his hand farther back. “And that,” she said, feeling his hot breaths on her mouth.

  “You want my tongue on your ass?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “You like that?”

  “I love it,” she answered.

  “Duly fucking noted,” he said, reaching for the soap and getting busy.

  Chapter Eight

  After her shower, Nineveh was back to feeling like a fish out of water. She stood before a sexy, submissive Daniel, awaiting orders. She could do this. It was just a role. She considered the role and the job that was now hers. He wanted her to do what she liked. She liked making him feel good and she was sure anything she made him do would accomplish that. So, if she was going to succeed in giving him what he wanted, she’d have to do what she liked. Which was making him feel good.

  Damn, did she just talk herself in a circle? God, maybe she just needed to have fun and let the switching get handled in the wash. She’d start with what she liked most. Making him feel good. “I want you on your back, on the bed. Knees up and open, hands holding the headboard tight.”

  She watched him contemplate her angle before he complied with that sexy, cocky, “Yes, ma’am.”

  She didn’t consider what seeing him in that position would do to her. Climbing on the bed, she knelt before him, staring at his open legs and the way his cock lay thick and hard on his abs. Her eyes roamed up his body, over every inch of muscle covered in tattoos before she met the lava in his heavy-lidded gaze. His perfect lips were parted, and his chest rose and fell telling her he was experiencing the same shocking arousal with the switch that she was. She started at his inner thighs, dragging her nails along the skin while watching his cock jerk in reaction. When she toyed just next to his length and scraped over his balls, his mouth opened more with the draw of his brows as he watched.

  Her clit had a steady pulse now as she set her plans to tease him. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to make him burn, see what kind of havoc she could cause with her one-sided ministrations.

  Already, she wanted to thank him for suggesting the switch. She took hold of his shaft in one hand and lowered to sit on her calves. Stroking his length, she focused her other fingers on the head. Ten seconds of teasing his wet slit and thick ridge had him writhing in the flames.

  “Open wider,” she commanded, the order making her clit ache.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, obeying with a hot groan. The muscles in his arms rose like stone from his grip on the headboard as he pushed his cock into her hold, flicking his hips faster then slower, his grunts and moans non-stop now.

  She decided she wanted to see him jack off. “Stroke your cock with one hand.”

  “Yes ma’am,” he whispered, grabbing himself and thrusting again. She stroked his balls with both hands and the strained groans he gave nearly made her come. She slid her fingers all over the insides of his legs and over his ass. Just the sounds he made drove her own desire higher until she realized the control he’d given her had its own respective indulgence. The experience had her hissing with its lust and merciless intentions to overcome him with pleasure.

  The second her finger touched his ass, a wave of power hit her at the violent reaction in his body. The force of his groan, the way he placed his feet on the bed and lifted gave him away. And the knowledge brought a devious plan to burn inside her.

  “Stroke your balls,” she ordered, raising on her knees, placing a foot on the bed. The opened position allowed her to slide her finger inside herself and get it nice and wet. His breaths gushed as he watched now. When she placed her wet finger on his ass, his brows came together, and he clenched his eyes shut tight.

  Watching him closely, she swirled the tip of her finger on his ass, getting close enough to hold down one of his legs with her knee and using her free hand to restrain his other leg. “Keep rubbing your cock,” she ordered, breathless now. “But don’t come until I say.”

  “Fffffuck,” he gasped, as she pushed the tip of her finger inside him. His head thrashed, and his hands squeezed his cock hard.

  Hunger brought her mouth down to lick on the head, her tongue dancing along the wet slit with hungry moans. “That’s it baby, does it burn?”

  “So, fucking much, fucking do it,” he ground out.

  “Your ass feels good, baby,” she hissed through her moans. “I love the way you feel on my finger while I fuck you and you stroke your beautiful cock. I love it so much,” she said with every ounce of lust pulsing in her pussy. “You like me fucking your ass?”

  “Fucking God, yes,” he strained, choking back a growl.

  Nineveh suddenly wanted to feel his cock inside her. Straddling his hips, she got in the same position, one foot on the bed. “Rub your cock on my pussy,” she whispered, panting.

  She reached behind her and found his ass again, pushing her finger inside as he slid the head of his cock along her slit with a growl. She lowered when he was at just the right spot, dropping so that he hit bottom all at once. “God, yes,” she cried weakly, her finger pushing in and out of him still. “Fuck my pussy,” she whispered.

  He wasted no time complying, bucking his hips until her tits bounced. Her head fell back from the intense pleasure while she worked her finger in and out of him faster.

  “Hands back on the bed,” she barely managed, wanting to take over and fuck him.

  “Yes, fucking ma’am,” he strained, grabbing the head board.

  She pulled her finger out of him and soothed the entrance with several soft
circles before reaching above him and holding tight to his hands. She began fucking him until she was at, “Oh God, yes,” and the head of his cock hit her core over and over. “Come with me,” she said between cries, reaching between them and rubbing her clit. Five swirls over the sensitive nerves and she was there.

  “Daniel, fuck me!” she cried.

  He interpreted the order to mean use his hands and God almighty… the second they locked onto her hips, he rammed her body onto his cock and she remembered what she loved more than anything—him owning her just like that. “Daniel!” she shrieked, her orgasm splintering through her cells as she fell onto him, gripped in the electrical pulses. He continued to hammer her onto his cock, his growls louder and faster, erupting in a sharp roar just before the pleasure imprisoned him in silence where waves lapped through his body. Nineveh found his mouth, moaning right in it as she stroked his tongue and pulled his hair.

  His arms wrapped around her upper body tight as he thrust and growled his last before holding her to the very hilt of his cock for the final, pulsating seconds.

  His muscles gradually released with the lessening of power, allowing her body to melt into his. The connection was its own rapture, a harmony of racing hearts and shocked moans, something new and divine to Nineveh. Something she was sure would never get old.

  “The fucking hell was that heaven?” Daniel wondered, the words weak and winded.

  “Oh my God,” Nineveh answered, not knowing how else to.

  “Please tell me you liked that,” he said, on the verge of laughter.

  “Loved it,” she moaned, ready to pass out. “But the bigger question is… the most important one…”

  He chuckled, and she smiled at the deep, rich sound against her ear. “I. Fucking loved it,” he said, sounding astonished. “ At first it was like, what the what?? And then it was like what the what!!”

  She had to lift her head and smile at him, loving his joy. . He grabbed her face and leaned up, kissing her.

  “You’re so fucking sexy in control.” He regarded her for several seconds, guarded. “You didn’t love it as much as I did.”

  “I loved it,” she argued lightly.

  He rolled her onto her back and moved on top of her, his body nestled between her legs. He stared down at her, his full lips still swollen from their passion as he slowly moved her arms above her head and pinned them at her wrists with one large hand.

  “Yeah,” he whispered hotly.

  “Yeah what?” she whispered back, not quite managing a smile under her sudden arousal.

  He kissed at her neck, then jaw, making his way along her chin. “Yeah what,” he murmured, his mouth lowering to her breasts, sucking hard on her nipple.

  She arched her back into the succulent pinching and pulling, moans flying from her lips.

  “Yeah what,” he breathed on her tit before moving to the other for more kissing, licking, and vicious sucking. “Yeah that,” he said when her moans sharpened. “This is what you love,” he whispered, back at her mouth, his cock hard again.

  Reaching between them she put him at her entrance and he slid in so hard, her nails dug into her palms with her sharp cry.

  “Yes,” he agreed on a shudder, his hold tightening at her wrists as he imprisoned her jaw with his other hand. A finger tugged her chin down, forcing her mouth open for his devouring, growling kiss. “This is what you really like.”

  Yes, she did. She offered her neck when his mouth left hers, but he raised his upper body, fucking her deep and slow at first, watching her while he did. He began adding random hard thrusts, groaning as he studied her every reaction in various parts of her body.

  “That’s what you like,” he repeated, his hard thrusts coming faster as he feasted on her face. The burn of his gaze watching her, feeding off her thrashing, and non-stop cries, did her in. “That’s what you fucking like,” he growled, picking up more speed.

  His eyes lowered to the jolt of her breasts as he pounded into her, pounding and pounding until his orgasm slammed in and locked onto his body. His ragged breaths turned feral, muffling her cries as she squirmed under his full weight and biting grip on her wrists. Yes, this is what she loved. The feel of his power reaching dangerous and formidable levels. Over her, on her, through her, for her. To overcome her past and overwhelm her future. To color her world with Daniel and protect with her Preacher.

  God, what a beautiful thing. What a gloriously beautiful thing.

  ****

  The world was so fucking right and so fucking good. And both had Daniel on edge, looking around corners. He told himself it was the habit of survival in a world that was never right or good, but something told him it was more than that. Something was coming, no matter how much he willed it not to. And he needed to tell Nineveh. He needed to interrupt the peace and perfect joy in her beautiful eyes and prepare them both. Maybe it was Josh, maybe he decided to press charges after all and he’d go back to prison. Or it was those dudes from the garage, maybe they’d figured out who he was and ran him down. Or maybe it was somebody from his past or her past. He didn’t know. He only knew it was coming. Something big. Something serious.

  For the hundredth time since he had the feeling, he hit his knees right there in the wide-open space at the lake and prayed. He prayed again for God’s will to be done, for the courage to face whatever it was, for protection while they followed the path before them. He wouldn’t pray anything else. He’d learned that God’s will was the perfect will, and he trusted fully in that. If there was a better way, God would provide it. So, whatever was coming, he rested in the knowledge that it was the best option for them both.

  “I love watching you do that.”

  He turned and found Nineveh standing behind him. “You’re pretty stealthy to sneak up on me like that,” he said, making his way to sitting while eyeing her. “You’re pretty gorgeous too. Do you have a boyfriend?”

  She smiled, swishing her pretty, yellow summer dress as she made her way toward him. Barefoot. Mmm. She was a picture of perfect innocence. His innocence. And whatta you know? The weather was kind of perfect for that. She was perfect for that. For anything. No, everything.

  “I do have a boyfriend,” she said, dropping down onto the pier next to him.

  “I sure hope he knows what he’s got,” he said, smiling at her. “Would be a shame for somebody to come along and steal you.”

  “Not possible,” she sighed, stretching her legs out and crossing them at the ankle while leaning on her palms behind her.

  “Are you sure? I can be pretty persuasive.”

  “I’m so positive,” she said. “You stand no chance against my boyfriend.”

  “Pfft.”

  “He is the best in everything. And much cuter than you.” He grinned, leaning toward her for a kiss. She put her hand up. “Sir. Are you deaf? I’m taken.”

  “You wanna switch again?” he asked, kissing her palm.

  “I don’t know what that even is,” she said, making him smile.

  “I dare you to command me to pleasure you. Nothing for me. All you. I bet you can’t. You’re too submissive and unselfish.”

  She sniggered at him and pushed his face. “You make it sound so bad.”

  “It is.” He ducked around her hand and kissed her. “You need to learn to make me do things to you. I’ll beg.”

  “Mmm,” she said, pulling back from his kiss and staring at him. “I think I might like to hear you begging.”

  “I’ll do it,” he assured. “Like a dog.”

  She busted out laughing. “On your knees with your paws up?”

  “Whatever you want. Paws, legs, cock. I’m all yours to command and force. Use me. God, please use me.”

  She gave a huge sigh around the sudden rush of desire. “Are you always this irresistible?”

  “I can be.”

  “You could make me.”

  He shook his head, “mm-mm” as he kissed softly on her shoulder.

  “In the sauna?”

/>   He pulled back and looked at her.

  “My way or the highway, bud,” she said, excitement in her eyes.

  “Now? Please?”

  “I guess so, since I…”

  “Since you what?” he whispered, ready to devour her.

  “Since I did shower, and I did… shave.”

  “Shave? What did you shave?” His cock turned raging hard. “Your pussy?”

  “Maybe, yes.”

  Fucking Christ, yes. “Can I see?”

  She eyes him and drew her left knee up, lifting her dress. Daniel angled his head and his breath rushed out at seeing.

  “You’re fucking naked? With your pussy shaved? What would your boyfriend say about that?” He reached under her dress and touched the soft skin. “Nineveh,” he playfully scolded, raising his gaze to lock onto her boiling one. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  She slowly moved on her knees and leaned in till her mouth was near his. “You’ll need to lick that all up, Preacher.” She pecked his lips and stood, then ordered. “Carry me.”

  Daniel stood and scooped her up in his arms, smiling at the thrilling laugh she gave.

  “To the sauna with me, slave.”

  “Yes ma’am,” he said.

  ****

  Daniel locked the door after setting Nineveh on the lower bench. He turned and found her sitting like an innocent princess. Could she pull this off? Survive an entire orgasm focused solely on her pleasure?

  He stood before her, determined to make her do it, whatever she would do.

  “Hi,” she purred up to him.

  The smile and look on her face made his cock hard and excitement hammer his stomach. “Hi,” he said back.

  “Can you please…get on your knees for me?”

  Polite.

  Intriguing. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, lowering to the floor.

  “Can you… open my legs?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, thinking it was a good sign she didn’t make him undress. He placed his hands on her knees and pushed them wide as she held her dress up. “You’re pussy,” he worshiped, dizzy with sudden need.