by K. R. Haynes
He groaned long and loud as his balls slapped against her nude, wet pussy lips. His fingers found hers on the bed and he linked them together and thrust into her softening sex with more purposeful strokes. Her body trembled underneath him as he drove into her at a frantic pace. When he felt his balls tightening up and his spine tingling with his impending release, Mick leaned over so his warm breath tickled her neck. “Come for me, little one, squeeze my cock hard, make me come with you, Mary J.” And she did exactly what he commanded her to do, and contracted those fluttering inner muscles of hers around his cock. “Fuck, yeah just like that, Mary J. Fuck, sugar, you feel so fucking good around my cock. Milk it, Mary J, make me come with you, sweetness.”
“Mick!”
Hearing her screech his name, he knew then she was coming. Her hot, silky liquid scorched his dick in the most pleasurable way imaginable. His eyes rolled back in his head then as his cum began to spurt from the tip of his cock filling the condom full with his seed and he roared in delight. “Shit, I’m coming, Mary J. Fuck yeah, so good, sugar, you feel so damn good.”
And that was nothing short of the truth. Never in all his whole sexual life had sex ever felt so damn hot and wild like it did when he was with Mary J. He wasn’t sure why it was so incredible. Maybe it had something to do with the woman he currently had his dick in. Maybe it was due to the fact that he loved her and had never felt that way towards any of the other woman he had ever slept with before now. Perhaps it was something else entirely that he wasn’t even aware of as yet. But whatever the reason was, Mick was pretty damn certain he wanted to always be inside Mary J until he died.
The feisty barmaid was made for just him and him alone. It was as simple as that.
Kissing the side of her neck, Mick then marked her other shoulder with his teeth before gradually lifting himself off of her and slipped his softening cock from her well-used pussy. The sight of her cum easing from her core had him wanting to beat his fists on his chest and roar while fucking her all over again. Christ, she was turning him into her wild and untamed man, instead of the disciplined one he had always been. She was turning him into her caveman.
After removing the used condom from his dick and tossing it in the trash, Mick carefully lifted Mary J’s limp body up from the bed and strolled into the adjoining bathroom. He gently placed her limp body on the edge of the bathtub to sit and rest while he went about filling up the tub with warm water. He managed to find some soothing bath salts in the bathroom cabinet to help ease her inflamed skin and loosen up her well-used muscles. Once the bathtub was full, he carefully gathered her up into his arms and lowered them both into the awaiting warm water.
With her head resting on his chest, Mick picked up the nearest sponge and began to gently wash her body. He knew she was still coming down from not only her orgasmic high but also from the subspace he had taken her to. So now was the opportune time to ask her about her past. He needed answers. The question was, would she answer him if he asked her about it?
Drawing in a deep breath, Mick leaned in and dropped a kiss to the top of her head while swirling the sponge around her areolas, hoping the added simulation would help keep her in her current state of mind and not draw her out of it when he popped his question to her.
“So tell me, sweetness, what happened the last time you allowed a man to dominate you.” The shudder he felt race through her then had him cringing. He knew his actions were a little devious, but he needed to know. He had to find a way in so he could relieve her of her worries and protect her from any further hurt or pain. He would always endeavour to shield her from any further anguish no matter the cost to him.
She would always be his precious gift and only death could separate him from her. Mick just hoped that that day was a long way off. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her in his arms and in his heart. If that made him a sappy bastard for thinking that way then he would at least be a contented one that held the love of the woman he had claimed as his. And he couldn’t give a flying fuck what the rest of the world thought of him, as only one opinion mattered to him and that was Mary J’s.
Chapter Seventeen
Mary J felt like she was still in that divine place she had drifted off to. But instead of floating on soft, fluffy clouds, she found herself surrounded by warm water and a hot, hard, male body at her back. Her man. She couldn’t swim away from him or drown in the depth of the water as his strong arms secured her to him. He protected her. She was safe here with him too. Then she heard his words. Mick wanted to know about the last time a man dominated her. No, she couldn’t go there. It was too scary and she would have to see her ex’s face again. She would have to see Myke Dillon’s determination to break her will and submission.
A muted whimper left her lips at the thought of going through her hidden past all over again. Didn’t Mick understand that it was just too painful for her to relive? Of course he didn’t, because he didn’t know what had happened to her the last time a man dominated her. Her past, her history, was a tightly held dirty secret that she hadn’t disclosed to anyone. Not even Chloe knew what happened the last time Mary J saw her ex.
Her hands tried to push the arms holding her to him away. She thought she had won the battle when one solid band released from around her waist, only to then be distracted with pleasure. His movements were devious. That was one thing, she was aware of in her haziness. Mick was purposely distracting her with his touch on her breasts that were still sensitive from his earlier ministrations. The sensation of having the sponge swirl and rub against her distended nipples sent bolts of desire racing straight to her core. Her clit throbbed, and ached for his touch. She arched her back against his chest, wanting more of his touch on her breasts. He dropped the sponge then and his whole hand engulfed her breast. The heat of his breath whispered over her neck as he leant forward to speak into her ear, causing her to quiver against him. “Is this what you need, sugar?”
“Yes.” She was breathless and achy. She wanted more though.
“I can tell you want more, Mary J. If you want to feel my thumb circling that hard, throbbing clit of yours, then you’re going to have to start talking, sweetness. You talk and I’ll reward you in the most pleasurable way imaginable.”
Mary J couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from her lips at hearing his taunting words. She wanted his fingers in her and on her in the most desperate way. She needed his thumb on her clit to relieve it of the burning ache building up inside it. The need to come was rapidly pulsing within her. She had to talk. There was no way out. His other hand captured both her wrists so she couldn’t pleasure herself either. But would the words come to her now? Could she really tell him what happened to her that fateful night when her life had changed so dramatically? Hell, she could only remember bits and pieces from that night as it was. Would that even be enough to satisfy his curiosity or would Mick think she was holding back from him? She couldn’t handle it if he started to beat in on her too just like her ex had done to her.
“I–I…”
“It’s all right, Mary J, it’s just you and me in here. Remember I will always keep you safe.”
Hearing the truth echoing in his words, Mary J knew then that she was indeed safe with him and he would listen to anything she told him. Mick wouldn’t hurt her. All he was asking of her was for her complete honesty and she could offer him that. It was the least she could do for him. “I…well, I don’t remember much about the last time I allowed myself to be dominated by a man, because he hit me so many times that I blacked out towards the end.” And just like that, the desperation and desire to feel Mick’s touch on her body dissipated at the thought of having to discuss her ex with him. It also meant that she was going to have to advise Mick about how her ex almost raped her the last time she had seen him.
The hand holding her wrists together loosened then soon fell away freeing her hands. Then both of Mick’s arms wrapped around her, holding her to him securely. It was his way of silently offering her a way to
speak freely to him and it was one she was truly grateful for. Just knowing he would do absolutely everything in his power to protect her from her past and from any danger yet to come had Mary J wishing she could remember more of her past so she could impart that knowledge onto him.
“M–my ex turned out to be an abuser of the worst kind imaginable. At first he charmed me to get me into his bed after only a handful of dates. I was so young and inexperienced. I didn’t know any better at the time, and then when he showed me his true, evil side of himself it was too late for me to get out.” Mary J blew out an exaggerated breath then before continuing on. “You see, Myke was only my second lover and I thank god every day that I didn’t go to his bed a virgin. There was no way he would have been gentle or kind if he knew he was my first. Anyway, after a month or two he told me he wanted to sexually dominate me and me being young and naive I didn’t truly understand what that meant. All I knew was that I thought I was in love with him and wanted to do anything to just please him.”
“And do you still love him?”
“No. I think in the beginning at least I just liked knowing that I was needed by him, but being with you, Mick, has made me realise I never truly loved him at all.”
“So what happened to make you so scared to be cuffed then?”
“Well, he used to cuff me to these chains in the cellar, his playroom he called it, and he would beat on me. He would tell me it pleased him to see the bruises forming on my flesh and the blood welling in the cuts to my naked body. Then he would fuck me so hard to the point I was in pain and no matter how much I cried out for him to stop, or how many times I yelled out my safe word to him, he never stopped. He never once ended the beatings until he satisfied himself and he never eased up on the fucking either.”
“This is going to sound harsh to hear and I apologise to you now for asking you this, but I need to know the truth. Did you ever come for him when he fucked you like that?”
Mary J shook her head at hearing Mick’s question as tears broke free from her eyes and ran slowly down her cheeks. She didn’t bother to bat them away. It was kind of freeing to let them fall unchecked. “No, not even once, in truth I think I have only ever had a real orgasm when I’ve been with you, Mick. My ex used to tell me it was my fault that I couldn’t come. That I was worthless piece of ass and no other man would ever want to fuck a woman who couldn’t come on command. He said it to me enough times during the months I was with him that after awhile I started to believe him.” And still did believe him.
“Oh, sugar. You are not a worthless piece of ass nor were you deserving of those beatings you had to endure from your ex. I don’t want to ever hear you say you’re worthless from this point onwards. Do you understand me, Mary J?”
The sternness echoing in the timbre of his voice had her uttering “yes, sir” immediately to him.
“Good girl. So tell me what you do remember from that last night that led you here to Kingston. You ran from him didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered sorrowfully to him. “I ran from him and lost all contact with my family and friends because of it. I couldn’t contact them even when I was low on cash, just in case he tapped their phones or something.”
“Why would your ex tap the phones of your family and friends, sugar? Was he working for the Australian Federal Police or something? Was he afraid you would disclose their trade secrets or something?”
“No, he didn’t work for any police force, far from it in fact. I think he was a drug lord or something similar. I tried to never get involved with that side of his business, just in case he decided to beat on me some more.”
“I can understand that reasoning. Go on,” he urged her.
“Well, the last time I saw Myke was a couple of years ago. I had been working late at the bar I was waitressing at. You see it had been real busy that night and we closed up later than normal because of it. Paying customers meant extra cash, so I had stayed back to help out. When I got home, Myke was in a right mood, worse than I had ever seen him in before. I was so scared, Mick, even when he advanced on me with his fists raised I knew he was going to hit me. But I didn’t dare move. I couldn’t allow myself to provoke him any further by moving away from him.” Mary J lifted a hand to her cheek and rubbed lightly where the dark black bruise had once adorned her face from his fist. She could still remember the sting from that first vicious blow to the face. “Why do men always hit a woman’s face first?”
“That I can’t answer for you, sugar, as I have never raised my hand to hurt a woman ever and never plan to either.”
Mary J found herself wanting to thank Mick for never raising his hand to a woman with the intent to hurt her, but she just couldn’t find the right words to convey what his statement meant to her. So she just continued on verbalising to him what she could remember about that fateful night two years ago.
“To cut a long story short, after I felt the first blow to my cheek, I did duck at the sight of the second flying fist coming my way. Because I did move out of the way his fist ended up colliding with the wall behind my head. He screamed and ranted at me then that I was his bitch to do with as he pleases. That I should always be home on time, and that I should just accept my punishment for being late. That was how he justified his beatings on me, that it was his form of punishment.”
“You didn’t deserve those beatings he gave you, sugar. That was not punishment. That was a man who didn’t give a rat’s ass about the welfare of the woman under his control. If he was a true Dom he would have listened within reason for why you were late and then if your answer was justifiable then no discipline would be required. If it wasn’t then a spanking would have been on the cards for you that night, not a fist fight.”
Mary J drew in a deep breath to settle her nerves back down. She knew Mick was right. It still didn’t mean she had to believe him. Maybe her ex was right after all. Maybe she didn’t deserve to feel the love of a man. Perhaps she was just a worthless piece of ass like her ex used to tell her she was. Hot tears wet her cheeks as they fell rapidly and unchecked from her eyes. Could her ex really be right? Was Mick looking at her through rose-coloured glasses? That would explain his fascination with her. After all, she wasn’t that special or pretty. No man could ever really love a woman with wild red curly hair who also possessed a slightly curvy figure and had weird-looking breasts.
The past and the present were colliding together and it was making it hard for her to see what the truth was and what the lie was. Was Mick’s unspoken love for her a truth or a lie? Mary J just didn’t know. She felt more confused than ever before. Telling Mick about her past was harder than she thought it would be. However, she knew that she had to continue on telling him about her ex and that fateful night. She had to take a risk and trust that Mick would always be there for her no matter what. He had, after all, proven that he was so far. So she needed put her faith in him that he would continue to be there for her.
Swallowing at the lump of emotion stuck in her throat, Mary J somehow managed to find her voice once again. “After my ex finished his ranting at me he advanced on me once again. I tried desperately to run away from him but it was no use. He was so much stronger than me that I couldn’t fight him off. I screamed as his fists kept on raining down on me, each blow harder and more vicious than the last one. My blood welled in the cuts he had given me and yet that didn’t stop him. The worst thing was being on the verge of unconsciousness and having him tear at my clothes because he wanted to fuck me. He was turned on by the sight of my blood and bruises he had given me.”
“Shit!”
“I was lucky that night I guess in one way, he didn’t rape me. The neighbour next door heard my screams and called the police. The police were the ones that managed to pull him off me before he could penetrate me with his dick. I blacked out after that, and woke up a few hours later in a hospital.”
“Oh hell, Mary J, if I ever get my hands on that bastard ex of yours I will castrate him. If he thought for one minute t
hat it was all right for him to raise his hand to you then he was sorely mistaken. I will take great pleasure in feeding that bastard his own balls and dick for even attempting to rape you that night too.”
“Well, I just hope I never run into him ever again.”
Silence fell around them as the water began to cool. Mary J felt drained but almost weightless after revealing the truth about her past to Mick. She hadn’t shared that side of herself to anyone in the last two years and it actually felt good to confide the horrors of her past to someone. In some small way it helped release some of the burden of shame from her shoulders, one she had been carrying around ever since she entered into a relationship with her ex. She actually felt lighter in spirit than she had in ages and she had Mick to thank for that.
After a few more minutes soaking away her past in the bathwater, Mary J felt herself being lifted from the cooling water and into Mick’s strong arms. His arms made her feel safe and secure and she loved being held by him. Once he had carefully dried her off, he then quickly dried himself off before gathering her back up into his arms once again. He carried her into the bedroom and tucked her into bed before lying down himself. Mary J turned onto her side so she could cuddle up against his warm, nude body. She smiled when his arm came around her, holding her to him. Just as she was about to doze off, she heard Mick ask her what her ex’s full name was. She had forgotten that she only mentioned his first name and not his surname to him.
“It’s Myke Dillon.”
Mary J hadn’t anticipated Mick’s reaction to hearing her ex’s full name. The hand holding her to him loosened then fell away completely. The loss of his hand left her feeling cold and insecure. She knew something was amiss, especially when his whole body went utterly motionless beside her. “Mick?” Panic rose swiftly within her. Something was wrong, she knew it. “Mick, what’s wrong?”