Kennedy already had a window into him. She knew he would not take rejection well and wanted to make sure he was aware that this was a situation in which she couldn’t put him first. If she worked for Patrick, then this kind of thing wouldn’t happen. He was going to talk with her about it as soon as he finished his shift. She might not be a morning person, but he needed to see her and maybe convince her that morning exercise in the form of strenuous sexual activity was a good idea.
* * * *
Kennedy woke to the sounds of her doorbell. Someone was leaning on it. She struggled groggily out of bed and padded down the hall. Who else could it be other than Graham? She missed him. The re-interview had been a bust, and so she had spent a quiet evening alone reflecting on him and wishing she hadn’t cancelled their date. But missing him didn’t necessarily counteract her irritation at being woken up at the crack of dawn. The sun wasn’t even up yet. Although Graham probably was. She checked through the peephole, and there he was, glowering at the door. She threw the bolts and let him in.
Graham had her wrapped up before the door closed and was kissing her like he hadn’t seen her for a week. Kennedy couldn’t breathe, and her knees literally buckled. He released her and scooped her up, striding to the bedroom where he stripped her of her nightshirt and pushed her onto her back on the bed. He had his shirt partway off before he descended on her pussy, and Kennedy nearly screamed at the sensation of his wet mouth and stabbing tongue. She was now fully awake and decided he was much better than even a dark coffee laced with cream to get her juices flowing in the morning. Pun intended. She raced to orgasm, and he scrambled up her body to shove himself deep inside of her. Oh no, no, no, no. She pushed at his shoulders.
“Graham, stop!” she nearly yelled.
He froze and lifted his head to look down at her, his eyes silver with arousal, the skin taut over his cheekbones.
“Condom, Graham, for God’s sake,” she ordered.
* * * *
Graham rolled off her and fished in his pants pocket. He hadn’t even taken his pants off, just pulled his cock out. This was insane. He had thought about her all night and all the way over. His foot had been like lead on the gas pedal, and he was lucky to avoid being pulled over. All he could think of was claiming his woman and control had gone out the window. Insane. He sat up and faced away from her, trying to breathe through his arousal and calm down. Her hand stroked down his back, and he shivered at her touch.
“Fuck me, Kennedy,” he apologized gruffly. “You make me crazy.”
“Well, you make me crazy, too, babe, so suit up and get back to where you left off.”
He sheathed himself and climbed between her legs. All thoughts of a fast, dynamic rut dissolved before the look on her face. She looked beautiful, her hazel eyes smoldering that sandy gold, dark hair spilling across the pillow. But the best of all was the wide, welcoming smile she gave him. Graham pushed up inside of her and held himself above her, watching her, locking eyes with her, as he thrust slowly. They built together, and when Graham saw her face tighten and felt her begin to ripple around him, he picked up the pace and swiveled his hips. He groaned his release as Kennedy whimpered hers. He sank down on top of her, and she enveloped him with her warmth. Again, it felt like coming home.
Kennedy finally slipped her legs from around his waist and dropped her arms to the mattress. “I need to breathe, Graham. Get some sleep.”
Graham rolled off of her. He disposed of the condom and then pulled her against his chest. He spooned into her back and dropped into slumber.
When he next opened his eyes, Kennedy’s side of the bed was empty and sunlight flooded through a crack in the blinds. It was nearly one o’clock, and he felt as though he had had the best night’s sleep of his life. His only regret was that he hadn’t woken to find his woman beside him. He wanted to be able to pull her on top of him and have her ride him as a wakeup call or maybe suck him with her luscious mouth. Graham thought he would never get tired of making love to her. It felt like making love because it didn’t feel like fucking, although there would be lots of makeup sex, too, what with her attitude. He swung out of bed and went prowling for her. A note on the counter held in place by a little dog figurine caught his eye.
Job inter. Bkfst. fridge. Bake 30 min. @ 375. Back mid aft. See u. XXXOO K
Shit, they were like ships passing in the night. The sex was great, but he found himself really needing to talk to Kennedy and get to know her. He wanted to know about childhood and her favorite foods, where she wanted to travel, everything. He found a casserole in the fridge as promised and shoved it in the oven. His little woman was domestic, too. He found he liked being taken care of. Subs owed their Doms, too. It wasn’t just about Doms giving. Not that Kennedy was his sub. She was nobody’s sub, and he would do well to remember that. But so far he was adjusting okay even if he really did have plans to try and train her. Graham went off to shower and shave, finding the bag he had dropped just inside the door that morning placed at the foot of the bed. He was glad she hadn’t unpacked for him, but that seemed like Kennedy. She respected his space just as she expected him to respect hers. Another adjustment, and there was going to come a time when he and she would butt heads, but probably only in the bedroom. Probably.
Graham sat at the breakfast bar and ate the most incredible egg and bacon casserole he had ever tasted. He wasn’t sure he had ever had the dish before, but it tasted amazing. It had everything in it from bread to eggs to bacon and cheese. Kennedy had added some kind of spice he couldn’t identify, but he sure liked it. She had set the coffeemaker up, too, and he felt her presence even if she wasn’t there. He had cleaned up after his late breakfast and was making the bed when he heard the apartment door open and two thuds. That would be Kennedy kicking off her shoes. How he knew the sound he wasn’t sure, but there you had it.
Kennedy stood in the bedroom doorway. “Too bad you wasted your time making the bed, babe,” she purred as she unbuttoned yet another high-necked blouse. “We’re just going to mess it up again.”
Graham watched as she let the blouse float to the floor and Kennedy’s breasts, covered in a scrap of lace, came into view, decorated with whisker burn and love nips. His cock filled instantly. Almost lazily she popped the front clasp of the bra and her breasts spilled out, the bra then joining the blouse. She unzipped the skirt and it slithered down to pool at her feet. She stepped out of it and walked to him, taking her hair down as she did so. Holy shit, she had no panties on, and her mound was bare. She had something in her hand, and as she bumped into his chest, she raised that hand to dangle a bottle in front of his face.
“See this, babe?” She nearly growled. “This is a lotion that’s supposed to cool and treat tender skin after waxing. I bought a bottle, Graham, because I had my pussy waxed just for you and I fucking well have super tender skin!! You had better fix it.”
Graham absolutely didn’t laugh. He put that chuckle far away in the recesses of his brain. He didn’t know the ins and outs of waxing but suspected it was a little uncomfortable, and if he laughed or did anything else inappropriate, then Kennedy might conduct a little wax experiment on him. He did his own manscaping with a razor and moustache scissors. He very gently took the bottle from Kennedy’s hand and carefully read the label.
“Lie back on the bed, honey,” he urged, “and I’ll get a towel for you.”
When he came back with a towel, Kennedy was flat on her back in the middle of the queen-sized bed, her legs spread and well apart, her feet flat on the mattress. Her head was elevated on two pillows as she tried to peer between her legs.
“I couldn’t even put my underwear back on, Graham,” she whined.
“Oh, honey, I’ll take care of you,” he promised, willing his hard-on to subside at the sight of her naked labia, although he could see how red and swollen she was even from the foot of the bed. She had done this for him, and now he wouldn’t be able to fuck her! Shit, he was a pig. He needed to get his priorities straight and quit thi
nking with his cock. Graham knelt between Kennedy’s thighs and tenderly applied the lotion, being careful not to touch her clit or allow the finger that seemed to have a mind of its own slide up her vagina. Kennedy winced and made a little hissing sound at first and then relaxed as the moisturizing topical anesthetic did its job.
“The woman who tortured me said a cool cloth would help as well,” she suggested, and Graham hopped up to find another washcloth. He was definitely investing. He ran the water just under lukewarm and found another towel. He pressed the cloth between her legs and was rewarded with another appreciative moan.
“Uh, did that woman say when you could have sex again?” he ventured.
Kennedy was silent for a few moments, and Graham thought he had probably opened his mouth too soon.
“Two to three weeks,” she finally answered.
“Two to three weeks!”
Kennedy burst into laughter. “Oh, babe, the look on your face. No, silly. The tenderness should be gone overnight. But you have to keep on with the lotion and the cool cloths until then.”
Graham figured he had entered the twilight zone. He never got teased. He was the boss, damn it, and no one messed with him. Well, at least not inside the club. The laughter bubbled up and out, and he felt years younger. God, this woman might be the death of him, but what a ride.
“I’ll take care of you, honey, and you’ll just have to figure out another way to take care of me,” he advised her.
“Okay, babe.”
“The breakfast was really good,” Graham said. “Thanks.”
Kennedy stretched, and his eyes followed the movement of her breasts. He stood and had his clothes off in an instant, loving how her eyes widened at the sight of him naked and then turned the color that signified her arousal. He strode to the bathroom and grabbed her baby oil, pouring a pool into his hands and lubing his cock as he went back to her.
“Graham,” she protested.
He straddled her waist and stroked her breasts until they shone with oil. “Here’s one of the ways you can take care of me, honey,” he advised.
He placed his cock between her mounds and pressed her breasts around him, beginning to slide back and forth in the tunnel he created. It felt great, and when the head began to bump her chin, Kennedy obligingly tilted down to let him push just inside her mouth, the head resting on her plump bottom lip and looking as hot as he knew it would. The sight of his cock emerging from between her breasts and then pushing into her lips made him harder and he began to fuck in earnest. When his balls started to draw up in anticipation of his climax Graham pushed himself further into Kennedy’s mouth and let himself go when she closed her lips around him and sucked the head hard.
“Hold it all in your mouth, honey, hold it all,” he nearly begged her, then withdrew when he finished spurting. “Now swallow.”
The sight of her holding and then swallowing his entire load was incredibly erotic, and Graham tenderly stroked her face then pressed a kiss on her nose.
Graham suddenly realized that Kennedy was waiting on him. It wasn’t like him to deny a woman an orgasm unless she was being punished, and he certainly wasn’t punishing Kennedy. He must seem a bit slow on the uptake today, and if he didn’t figure it out shortly then there might be hell to pay.
He moved back between her legs and carefully spread her labia. He paused to slip a pillow beneath her butt so that he could have better access without touching her sore folds. She was already wet. Blowing him had turned her on, and he was elated. He teased her clit out and then penetrated her with two fingers, using his thumb to press and circle her little nub. The baby oil helped him avoid putting too much friction on the lips of her pussy, and from the way she was clamping on him, he wasn’t hurting her at all. In for a penny. Graham pushed his other lubricated thumb against her anus and steadily applied pressure until he got past the muscles at her entrance. He rotated his thumb in cadence with the one on her clit, and Kennedy began to arch into him. His thumb slid in as deep as the webbing of his hand would allow, and she felt incredibly hot and tight. He rotated it again to press against the fingers on the other side of the thin membrane that separated the digits and pushed down on her clit. Kennedy screamed her release and flooded his hand.
When Graham returned from the bathroom after washing up, Kennedy was on her side and breathing evenly. He cleaned her up from behind, being careful to avoid rubbing too hard, and tossed the cloth. He wasn’t tired but couldn’t resist spooning with her. When she woke up, he would introduce her to a butt plug. They could go out for dinner and start the delayed “talk.” She might as well be uncomfortable from front to back and get it all over at once. He wasn’t budging on that.
Chapter Seven
“No, Graham, that’s not fair,” Kennedy struggled to pull out of his hold.
“Eighty-five percent, honey,” came Graham’s inflexible answer.
Kennedy had just come back from the bathroom after waking up refreshed from her nap and ready for dinner with Graham to find him sitting on the bed beside a mound of pillows, a glass butt plug in his hand. She backed up and protested, but he wrapped her up in his arms and pushed her, belly down, over the pillows.
“But my pussy still stings,” she bargained.
“This will take your mind off your pussy, Kennedy,” Graham suggested. “Now get that little butt in the air.”
“If it hurts, you had better stop, Graham,” she warned.
“You like anal play, honey, and it’ll burn a bit at first and feel pretty full, but you’ll get used to it.”
“And you know this how?” Kennedy had stopped struggling, but her tone was dark.
“I’ve put butt plugs into lots of women, Kennedy. It’s part of my job. And most of them like it and have told me how it feels. Any who don’t like it don’t have to have one. Not even for punishment. I thought about an inflatable one, but these are better for me.”
Kennedy simmered. “Better for you?”
“Honey, anal play and anal sex are great for lots of people, men and women. I won’t fuck you there if you don’t want it, although I really hope you do. But the plug is nonnegotiable. You liked my fingers in there, so you are going to try a plug.” Graham went on. “And I love to see a glass plug enter a woman’s ass because you can see the ring open and the pink beyond it. It arouses me.”
Kennedy fought a huge spurt of jealousy and wished she could slap him. How fucking insensitive. She didn’t want to hear about his other women, let alone be compared to them. Her eyes filled with tears of rage and hurt, and she ducked her head so he couldn’t see them.
“Honey?” Graham rolled her onto his lap. “Kennedy, what’s wrong? Please tell me those tears aren’t your way of denying me.”
Kennedy dashed the tears away with an impatient hand. “You are so fucking insensitive, Graham. Whatever. Just get it done.”
“Uh-uh, honey.” His voice took on that dark tone. “You explain right now, or I’ll encourage you. Good communication is essential in any relationship.”
“Fine. How would you like it if I described my intimate sexual acts with the other men I’ve fucked?” she asked. “Do you want to hear why I like blow jobs or why I swallow?”
She watched Graham shake his head and hopefully fight his own jealousy. “No, honey. I’m sorry. I’m used to being frank because of the club. I won’t talk about other women, or at least I’ll try not to. And never, ever think that I am comparing you, Kennedy. There is no comparison. Believe that, honey.”
Kennedy was taken aback by how emphatic he sounded. Well, okay.
“I do, Graham. But I was jealous.”
* * * *
Graham loved that she was jealous, but there was no need. No one in his past meant anything to him, not even Jennifer, although he thought she did at the time. He would have to tell Kennedy about Jennifer before someone else did. The club had its shit disturbers just like anyplace else, and if he had his way, Kennedy would be spending a lot of time there with him. He stroked
Kennedy’s back and whispered that she really had no reason to be jealous, and she relaxed. He spread her back onto the pillows and grabbed a tube of lubricant. Kennedy’s rosebud winked up at him, and he nearly groaned at the thought of taking her there. He had the insane urge to confide in her.
“Kennedy?” he asked.
“Uh-huh?”
“I’ve taken butt plugs, too, honey, as part of my Dom training. I know from that experience that you’ll be okay with this, so trust me.”
“I trust you, babe.”
Graham lubricated her anus and then inserted the narrow nozzle inside to add a fair amount there. He coated the plug and then began to push it into Kennedy. She tensed, and he urged her to relax and press back and outward, pleased when she complied. He had chosen a larger plug than usual because she had liked the play and wasn’t too hard to penetrate. The glass let him see the whole process and aroused him significantly just as he had explained to her. But this time it was Kennedy’s virgin ass he was preparing, and his cock seemed to appreciate that even more. He slowly turned the plug as he pushed it in, and Kennedy’s whimpers changed to something more breathy. She was getting off on this, just as he believed she would. He carefully slipped a finger through her slit to seek out her clit, the lube and her own juices helping him slide along. He pulled the plug out a little and pushed it back in, circling her clit as he did so, and Kennedy began to undulate ever so slightly. By the time he had the toy seated, she was humping his hand despite her tender folds, and he pinched her nub to push her over. She shrieked into the mattress, muffling the sound but confirming that he had made the correct decision to push her. By this time tomorrow night he would be taking her ass if he could move her up to the bigger plug in the morning. Unless she had another freaking job interview. This work stuff was interfering with his life.
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