“Then get up on your knees and present your gorgeous ass and pussy to me. Face down on the pillows, hands on the bed.”
The patient lover he’d been became her Master in bed. In the blink of an eye, Morgan came simply from the commanding tone of his voice. It was heady, surreal and intoxicating. In a flash, she was up off his lap, posing herself as he’d directed as she waited for him to move behind her.
Obediently, Morgan lowered her head to the pillows and gripped the bed cover. Ethan came up close, his arms surrounding her with his warmth as he hugged her middle and draped himself over her back.
His cock head brushed her asshole momentarily, the wickedness of the forbidden causing her to jump. Yet he did not press forward. Instead, he adjusted himself and his penis speared into her pussy on one long stroke.
Ethan kept her pinned just as she was and fucked her without preamble. Deep, driven, powerful, each thrust caused his balls to slap against her pussy. He was hard as steel, thick and veined.
One of his arms shifted. His free hand found her center. Honing in on her pulsing clit, he began rubbing the ultrasensitive nubbin in time with his thrusts. Setting up a rhythm that was certain to get her off, he pushed her further, higher than ever before.
As submissive as her position was, Morgan loved it. She felt everything a little deeper, a little stronger.
Still driving into her pussy, Ethan paused. His cock became impossibly thicker, pulsing within her. His big hands came to her breasts, grasping them to hold her in place as he thrust to completion.
Withdrawing to take Morgan down to the bed, Ethan turned her onto her side and spooned up close to her back, being certain his cock remained part of her until he’d softened enough to slide out.
“Damn,” she whispered, disappointed when he was gone.
“I know what you mean, honey. That was incredible. Thank you for allowing me to be your first, Morgan Everhart.” Ethan kissed the back of her head and cuddled close.
“But this wasn’t my first time.”
He hugged her tighter. “I’d meant the first man to experience how beautiful you are when you come.”
“Thank you for showing me true pleasure, Ethan. But I should warn you. Now that I know I can orgasm, I sure plan on having many more.”
“Good for you,” he murmured, sounding a little tired.
She’d been right. He was a cuddly bear and there was nowhere she’d rather be for the rest of her existence than in his arms.
Chapter Five
After cuddling in bed and washing up in the bathroom, Ethan and Morgan made it back to the kitchen to clean up the dinner dishes. They talked and kissed a lot as they dried and put away the plates and bowls.
The cats watched them as if they were a couple of naked aliens. He’d forbidden Morgan from hiding her beautiful body with something as mundane as clothing when they’d come out of the bathroom.
Her breasts were perfectly round and slightly bigger than juicy peaches. Dark rose areolas and nipples were feasts to be nibbled and sucked. He hadn’t gotten there yet. He sure intended to.
While Morgan put away the spoons, Ethan checked on the kitten food dispenser. All was well and he went right back to his woman, drawing her close and kissing her.
Ethan particularly liked the softness of Morgan’s lips and the taste of her minty-sweet breath. They’d brushed their teeth after cleaning each other up with some washcloths and a sink full of warm soapy water. She tasted as close to heaven as he’d ever been.
Yeah, life was pretty damn perfect. Ethan couldn’t remember being with a woman who touched both his dominant and his compassionate sides. She’d been such an enthusiastic partner and willing to follow his lead.
But her submission had only begun. He fully intended to teach his woman the fine art of negotiating a scene, featuring submission, bondage and discipline. While he’d never be a proponent of downright pain, he knew that the closer to the edge of eroticism Morgan walked, the stronger her pleasure would become when she realized that he’d never harm her.
“You okay, Morgan? No pain, discomfort or soreness?” he asked, touching his mouth to her forehead. “And I don’t mean just your head here.”
“I’m more than okay,” she said, hugging him around the middle. “We might want to slow things down. It’s been awhile, you’re way bigger than any guy I’ve been with and I want to make sure I don’t get too uncomfortable for sex later. Or…”
Morgan leaned back, touching her hand to his chest and walking her fingers up to his mouth. Teasing his bottom lip with her index finger, she licked her lips.
“Don’t leave me hanging, honey.”
“I’d never do that,” she promised with a sexy little purr to her voice. “Or…you could let me get you off. I’ve never tried before and I’d like to learn how to please you, Ethan. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’re getting erect again.”
“Not getting.” The very idea that she was a blowjob virgin damn near made him blow and feel proud as hell to be her first. “I am hard as a fucking rock.”
Pushing his bare dick between her soft thighs, he made sure to stroke his shaft along her vaginal lips. She was still soaking wet, her labia soft as silk and slightly swollen. He longed to bury his cock inside her without rubbers getting in the way.
As soon as Morgan felt confident in his love and knew he was a one-woman man, he’d talk to her about chucking the condoms as long as she was on some sort of birth control.
“Please, Ethan, let me get you off,” she begged, trailing her finger back down his chest to his heart.
His heart sped up. His balls drew taut. His cock throbbed with want. Imagining all the ways she’d get him off, he knew he couldn’t make it easy for her.
“The way you ask me for anything sexually is on your knees. You want to suck my dick? Prove you want to.”
Morgan blinked up at him but kept licking her pretty kiss-swollen lips as she gracefully lowered to the floor. “May I look at you, Ethan?”
“You may. From now on, when we’re in a scene as we are now, it’s Detective or Master. It is your choice, but whichever you prefer, the words must emphasize that you’re aware of the fact that I’m your Master and you are my sub.”
“I do, Detective. What would you like me to do?”
“Suck me. Lick me. Jerk me off. All of it,” he instructed, trying to sound calm when his heart was racing and Morgan looked so beautiful staring up at him from her submissive position. “Before you do, here’s one other rule you must learn to obey.”
“Obey?” Morgan’s eyes widened. Her mouth parted and a small pulse in her throat throbbed visibly.
“While on your knees, you’re to make an offering before I grant permission.”
“What sort of offering?”
He felt taller than a giant and stronger than Hercules. Morgan was sweeter and more trusting than he’d dared believe she would ever be.
“You’re to make yourself come so hard that the evidence of it drenches your fingers. That is the offering you’re to make. Orgasm and you may ask me again what you’d like to do to me.”
“If I forget?” she asked with her eyes still wide open and receptive of him as her Dom. She was very aware of how serious he was and slowly recognizing that pleasure was within her power each and every time they fucked or made love.
The increasing flush in her cheeks reflected her curiosity in what might happen if she forgot. Forgetting could be a choice, one that she would soon learn to use when she was ready to be properly disciplined. It was up to her to figure that out.
“If you forget, you can expect to be disciplined. The manner of which is always up for negotiation.”
“Would you spank me, Detective?”
“If you ask me to,” he answered, trying to be a patient teacher when his eyes were trained on the way her long hair almost swept the floor while she was kneeling.
“Whip me?”
“My answer remains the same. You may be assured that regardless of wha
t I do to you, you’ll get off. As your Master, it is incumbent upon me to see to your every want and need when you’re flying from multiple post-orgasmic highs and adrenaline rush.”
“Am I permitted a safe word?”
Damn, the vixen was quickly learning how to stretch out the sexual tension. Between questions, she licked her lips. She wanted his cock as much as he wanted her mouth on him.
“That’s a given, sub,” he answered a little more sharply than he’d intended. “Pick a word and it is yours. I’d advise that you pick something you’d never associate with sex. Should you wish to change it, you know how to ask something of me.”
He could see her mulling over the words she’d like to use.
“Steak,” she said.
“Now you may proceed with your offering. Make it good and make sure I can see you working that gorgeous clit and finger-fucking your cunt,” he commanded, deliberately choosing to be sharper, dirtier and firmer.
He’d quickly discovered that his shy little psychic had a wicked tongue when she was under the spell of orgasm. She could curse if it was what she wanted, just as long as she got the most out of her pleasure.
Morgan stared up at him. Some Doms required their subs to lower their eyes or bend forward until their foreheads touched the floor. Ethan wouldn’t ask that of her. He liked watching her and wanted her to be free to look back.
Willing some of his strength into her, he hoped she didn’t cave when the full force of what he’d commanded of her hit her. Morgan had never been able to masturbate successfully. He aimed to show her that she could.
“No more questions until I grant you the right to ask them. Fuck yourself and come. Do this, you’ll be rewarded. Fail, we go to sleep.”
As she knelt there, she regained her nerve. She began by slowly rubbing her fingers up and down her flat stomach. Morgan’s pretty little navel should be appreciated with bites, licks and maybe a piercing. If she could wear body jewelry without being haunted by psychometry, he thought a silver ring or a gemstone would look nice.
He thought on it. Instead of gems, maybe she’d prefer crystals or something he’d like. Mini-handcuffs would be adorable on her. Perhaps she’d be okay with an object that he made by hand. She wore earrings without seeming to be bothered by them.
Taran was the leather craftsman of the Maddox brothers and Phalen’s dungeon gear concepts were top-notch. Ethan was very good with designing body jewelry, everything from clit huggers and piercings to nipple rings and clamps.
Mesmerized by the way she trailed her fingers up and down her belly, then moved to tweak and twirl her rosy nipples, he noticed how hard she pulled and twisted. Biting his tongue to remind himself not to cave in and join her on the floor, he kept watching.
His cock strained toward her, rampant and hard as fuck. She pinched with the edge of her nails, her mouth falling open wider and her tongue slipping forth. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever known.
“That’s it, sub. Pinch until you can’t bear it anymore. Take the bite that demands surcease, then release quickly.”
Without touching her pussy or clitoris, Morgan obeyed and turned herself on. She was on the cusp, discovering the eroticism of following his directions.
“Fucking hell,” she cursed as she let go of nipples that’d turned hot crimson from the dig of her nails and the rush of blood that flowed.
He was as caught up in her self-discovery as she was. He desperately wanted to stroke his cock. Refusing to let himself move, he wrapped his arms across his chest instead.
“My dick’s waiting for you, sweet. If you want it, come for it.”
Lowering her chin momentarily in supplication, Morgan’s gaze lifted again and he saw she was lost in submissive power. She was aware of him. Her eyes were on his face, but her pulse points were throbbing and he’d bet his salary she knew his cock was already dripping with pre-cum.
Without missing a beat, she dragged her hand down her middle again, teasing her bellybutton before moving to her intended target. She shifted her knees, parting them wider to present her pussy to him.
Somewhere in her subconscious, she remembered his order about making certain he could see. He was so fucking proud of her, he wanted to kiss her. He stayed where he was, watching while Morgan’s fingers combed her soft-as-silk pubic hair.
Sometime he might shave her or use some depilatories on her muff. At the moment, he liked it. Her pubic hair was soft, trimmed and feminine.
And honestly, he didn’t care for the idea of changing a single thing about Morgan. She was his perfect angel and he loved her beyond reason. It felt as though he always had.
But his thoughts went south the second she stopped teasing herself and made a play for her clit. Already she was soaking wet. He could see and hear the evidence of it as she worked herself with her index finger.
Determinedly, she stroked the hard nub that reminded Ethan of a raspberry. A clitoris as pretty and juicy as hers deserved to be eaten and sucked and licked without mercy.
Tension suddenly gripped her. Her shoulders straightened. Her mouth closed.
“What’s the matter, honey?” She waited to respond, her eyes pleading for help. “You may answer.”
“I’m afraid.”
“There’s nothing to fear in climaxing. You know you can.”
“I think I need you to orgasm.” And there was the very reason why he wouldn’t break his stance. He loved the fact that she wanted him to help her climax and he would do so plenty of times in the future, just not this time.
“You do it, sub. You fuck yourself until you cream all over your fingers.”
“If I don’t? I’m numb.”
“Then neither of us will come again until tomorrow.”
“But I want to suck you off. I’ve fantasized about doing it for you so many, many times.”
“You’re worrying too much. Stop it. Think only of your pleasure, of how you feel when my great big cock is deep inside your pussy. You’re so fucking tight, know that?”
“Yes.”
“Feel it. Put your fingers up inside. Start with one, add two, then three. Feel how soft and tight and hot you are, how wet you’ve become.”
Deciding to give her a push, he lowered an arm and touched the top of her head.
“Do it, Morgan. No questions, or say your safe word and we go to bed. It’s your choice.”
She shifted a little. The change must have been what she needed. Her index finger slid between her labia, sinking deep into her pussy. Combing his hand through her hair, he conveyed his praise, rewarding her for each thrust of her finger.
Using her thumb, she swiped at her clit, gently this time. A second finger joined the first, plunging into her vaginal hole. “Oh shit, Detective, my pussy feels volcanic hot and tight as a silk glove. Don’t you want it?”
“Forever. I’m going to fuck your pretty little pussy until I die.”
She giggled at that. If it helped her relax, so be it. Rising up farther on her legs, Morgan adjusted herself to add a third finger just as he’d told her to do. She was still spread open, though, thankfully.
A pussy as beautiful as hers should be appreciated by a man. Good damn thing he was the only man who’d have this chance.
She continued to finger herself, using her thumb to gently circle her clit. Unbeknownst to her, her hips were rocking, her breathing rapid and her skin flushed so hot he almost thought she might ignite.
“Oh god, oh my god, gonna come, fuck, yeah!” she muttered, panting, wanting, thrusting against her own hand.
And then she stilled, holding her breath. He knew why. She came. The trickle of feminine cream was evidence of it.
Catching a drip with her finger, she sighed, raised her chin proudly and lifted her hand. “My offering…may I suck your dick, Detective?” With that, she sucked her cum off her fingertip.
“You may, but no more questions for now,” he granted, stroking her hair one more time. Everything male in him wanted to scoop her up and hug her cl
ose as she came down from her orgasmic high.
Morgan halted him. She resumed her submissive position, reached up and cupped his dick between her hands.
Sweetly sensual, she tightened her fingers, ringing them around his cock head and shaft. Squeezing and teasing, she quickly learned to hone in on the underside of his helmet.
“That’s it,” he praised. “Don’t be tentative. You won’t hurt me.”
With his permission, Morgan grasped him tighter, jerking him in earnest now. “You’ve a huge cock,” she praised, studying it closely as she run her fingers up and down the rigged veins. “Do you prefer a woman to swallow?”
Making sure he was nowhere near her forehead, he grasped her hair and tugged. “While it is good that you like my penis, I already said no more questions.”
“I’m sorry, Detective!”
“The next time you forget, you’ll be disciplined. Nod if you accept the consequence.”
She nodded once.
“You’re to make amends now by using only one hand and your mouth to get me off. With the other, stroke your cunt until you come again. Only then may you swallow my seed.”
Morgan shuddered all over, her eyes widened and her cheeks grew as flushed as when she’d climaxed.
Showing no sign of fear, she ringed the base of his cock with her left hand, placing her right on her knee as she leaned in close and inhaled his scent. He was real glad they’d both washed up. His penis wouldn’t taste like a condom.
Morgan blew on him, distracting him from thoughts of rubbers. Her breath was warm, moist and enticing.
Already pre-cum dripped forth. She didn’t stop. She licked it, swallowed and licked some more. Her attention and devotion to his cock head was both heaven and hell. He wanted to drive himself deeper between her lips and feel the wet haven of her warm mouth.
While there was innocence in the way she tested where he was most sensitive, there was no hesitation. She licked him as if she was addicted to his taste, teasing and learning how best to please him.
“Suck me now!” Wrapping her hair around his fingers, he kept control of her head to put force behind his command. It was up to her to accept the challenge.
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