by Madison Faye
Griff shook his head. “Babe, I don’t do fast.” Setting the bags down on the counter, he delved into the brown one, pulling out the biggest Bully chew toy I had ever seen. Pulling open the door, he issued a sharp whistle, waiting until Cooper turned his head before throwing him the chew. With the door’s closing, he turned to me, the expression on his face making all my lady bits begin to tingle. Scooping me up as he had the night before, he carried me down the hall to my bedroom. Lowering me, he cupped my face in his hands, his mouth descending on mine, kissing me until I was trembling. When he broke away, the need he’d ignited flared hotter, making it oh so easy to obey when he spoke only two words.
“Knees. Now.”
I sank to the floor, reaching up only to have him shake his head. “Did I say you could touch?” he asked, capturing my wrist, my fingers only an inch from the fly of his jeans.
“What?” With no more than a lift of an eyebrow, I amended my answer. “Um, I mean no. No, Sir.”
“That’s right. First lesson is to know that you’re not in charge. As your dom, that is my role. All you need do is to obey. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Slide your knees apart. Fold your arms behind your back, hands gripping your elbows.” As I moved to obey, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Within a moment, he had his zipper down and his cock free. Oh, shit! His shaft was big and growing larger as Griff fisted the base.
“Look at me, Bailey,” he said, waiting until I managed to tear my eyes away and look up to meet his gaze. “Though this is the second lesson, it is the most important. I will never, ever harm you. Will I hurt you sometimes? Yes, as you learned last night when I spanked you. Will I push you further than you believe you can go? Yes. Will it be frightening at times? Yes, I’m sure it will be because without fear there is no freedom. Facing what scares you, whether it be an implement, an order given, or even an act that you’ve thought was wrong, forbidden, taboo, is what this journey is all about.” His fingers went to stroke down my cheek as he spoke, his touch warm and calming even as his words caused my stomach to tighten with imaginings of what he might ask of me. “Do you know what the opposite of fear is?”
“Bravery?” I guessed, never truly having considered it before.
“Bravery is only part of it. The true opposite is trust. For without trust, you can’t be brave. I want you to trust in yourself and trust in me. Trust in knowing that I will never take you too far, will never ask you to do anything I believe you can’t handle. Trust that I will never, ever harm you. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He nodded, stroking his hand up the length of his cock, his fingers sliding over the head where a drop of pre-cum was already oozing from the slit. My mouth flooded with need and I licked my lips, loving the fact that I saw Griff’s cock twitch.
“Open your mouth.”
My fingers gripped my elbows tightly, my body quivered as I obeyed, parting my lips. It wasn’t the first time I’d taken a man’s cock into my mouth, but it was the first time that I ached to do so. Once my mouth was open, he guided the head of his cock inside, going no further.
“Suck.”
Closing my lips, I ran my tongue across the crown, tasting the droplets of pre-cum that were seeping from the slit as I gently sucked. It was strange, not being able to use my hands, not truly even bobbing my head up and down his shaft. Instead, his fingers had slid into my hair, fisting my curls, providing an anchor and a connection that I’d never truly experienced before.
“Just as I don’t do fast, I don’t do easy,” he said. “Are you ready to learn?”
I knew he didn’t mean learning how his cock of iron felt like velvet against my tongue. He didn’t mean discovering the taste of him. It wasn’t a question asked by some man I was dating. It was one asked by this man… the man who had stepped from my dreams to become my dom. Though the realization that he was going to push further, to fuck my throat had my heart pounding, my nipples were already chafing against the fabric of my t-shirt and my panties were quickly becoming damp. Even if my head was saying I wasn’t ready, didn’t want to gag or feel as if I was going to suffocate, my body evidently was already well on board with the whole submission thing. I couldn’t speak with his cock in my mouth, but I could nod, and so, that’s what I did.
“Remember, you can breathe through your nose,” I heard a moment before he slid further, not giving me a chance to renege on my decision as I felt him push into the narrow passage of my throat. Instinct had my arms dropping, my hands moving to push against his thighs.
“Easy, Bailey,” he said, pulling back. “Trust. Do not let fear conquer you.” He waited a moment and when I didn’t attempt to pull away, when I put my arms back behind me, my hands clutching at the opposite elbows, he smiled. “Good girl. Deep breath.”
I inhaled as much oxygen as I could, my eyes never dropping from his, his cock on my tongue resting a mere inch from the tight passage of my throat. The hand that had been holding the base moved to slide into my hair as well, both hands now keeping me in place as with one thrust, he sank his cock further than I’d ever imagined possible and there was still more to go. It wasn’t easy and I’m positive it wasn’t pretty as I could feel drool escape from my mouth as he pushed in and out, but, God, it was the most erotic thing I had ever done and, well, it was sexy as fuck.
Chapter Nine
Griffith
“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” I said, looking down at the woman on her knees before me. And I meant every single word. I didn’t see the tangles in her hair or the drops of spittle that she couldn’t contain that would occasionally slip down to drip onto her t-shirt. Instead, I saw a woman who wanted me, one who was not only anxious to learn, but so very eager to please. Her watery eyes reflected the struggle but also the lust she felt. Her erect nipples, nipples hidden by a worn, rather ratty t-shirt made my fingers itch to play with them, to tug, to twist, to nip with my mouth. I could smell her arousal and knew that beneath those sleep shorts and panties was a pussy that was dripping with honey. Whimpers that escaped her throat whenever I pulled back a bit were the notes of her own beautiful aria. And her mouth, her tongue? Fuck. Perfection.
Tight.
Wet.
Hot.
Absolutely perfection.
Perfection that wasn’t going to last much longer. With every suckle, every gasp for breath, every swipe of her tongue, I was coming closer and closer to the edge. Withdrawing until only the head of my cock was within the heaven of her mouth, I repeated my words.
“So fucking beautiful.” I didn’t scold her for the doubt I saw in her eyes. She’d learn that I never said things I didn’t mean. “I’m going to go deep and I’m going to come. And you, sub, are going to swallow every single drop. Understood?”
Those jade green eyes went wide, but as she’d done earlier, she nodded. “And you’ll keep your eyes on mine the entire time.” Another nod and I drove forward, not hesitating, not stopping until my balls were slapping against her chin. With a roar, I came, shooting my cum into her throat, feeling her muscles contracting as she swallowed, tighten as she had to remember to breathe as well. Again and again my cock jerked, filling her mouth as my cries joined hers, my eyes opening to find hers hadn’t closed, hadn’t dropped. Like I said, absolute perfection.
Pulling out, I released her hair to slide my finger down to lips that were now swollen, parted as she sucked in oxygen. Scooping up a drop of my seed she’d been unable to contain, I was so very pleased when her tongue flicked out to take it from my fingertip, swirling around as if to make sure she’d not missed another. She might not be experienced, but fuck, that move alone had my cock starting to harden again.
Lifting her up, I stepped back. “Strip.”
It was remarkable to me that the woman who’d just had her mouth around my cock blushed. Remarkable and hot as hell. Taking the hem of her shirt, she began to pull it over her head. “Stop.”
“What?” she aske
d, her voice a bit muffled as the fabric was covering her face.
“Don’t move.”
“Why?”
Smiling, I stepped forward. “Because I said not to.” Reaching out, I ran my hands up her sides, loving both the small involuntary jerk of her body and the sharp inhalation. I also loved the fact that goosebumps popped out over her flesh and nipples that were already hard tightened into stiff little peaks, topping breasts that were full. Just as I thought, they were the perfect size to fill my palms. She began to tremble as I squeezed the soft flesh and moaned when I ran just my thumbs over the turgid peaks, raking my nails over the sensitive flesh. I could hear her breathing rate increase and see that her arms were beginning to tremble. Adding my index fingers to the play, I captured her nipples, squeezing, tugging just a bit, drawing not only the buds out from her body, but her moans as well. Moans that had my cock thickening, lifting. Giving each nipple a twist, earning a sharp little squeak of discomfort, I released them and stepped back.
“You may move.”
Her head appeared and while her face was flushed, I was sure it wasn’t simply embarrassment as her pupils were dilated and filled with need. I was looking at a highly aroused woman.
“Take off your shorts, but keep your panties on.”
Once they were on the floor along with her t-shirt, I said, “How wet are your panties, sub?”
“Very wet, sir.”
“Show me.” When she hooked her fingers into the waistband, I let her pull them down until they rested just below where the first curls became visible before shaking my head. “Stop.” She looked up, the question on her face, but she was a quick learner. She already knew that asking why was useless.
“You’ll use your fingers. Put your hand on your stomach, right above those sweet little curls.”
Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth and her fingers were shaking just the slightest bit before she flattened her palm against her lower abdomen, pressing against her skin as if to still the tremble.
“Now slide your hand down into your panties.”
Fingers far smaller than mine slipped beneath the elastic and over the curls of her pubis. “That’s it. Now lower. Run your fingers through your slit and over your clit.” Movement against the fabric of her panties proved she was obeying, but it was the soft gasp and involuntarily jerk of her body that told me she’d touched her clit. Another slide of her finger drew the sweetest little moan. “Stop. Don’t be naughty,” I said. “One stroke only was the instruction.” Her hand instantly stilled. Holy shit! I’d known a woman standing before me in nothing but her birthday suit was sexy, but this? Bailey standing, one hand at her side, the other hidden in between her legs. Copper curls on her head and her pussy, her breasts heaving as she breathed, her nipples so tight they looked as if they had to ache. Sexy didn’t even touch this. This was fucking indescribable.
“Show me.”
She pulled her hand free, turned it over to display fingers that were glistening, coated with her arousal. Moving forward, I took her wrist, lifting her hand to my mouth, opening my lips and sliding her fingers inside. As I sucked, her legs began to shake and she reached out to hold onto me, her free hand fisted into my shirt.
“Not enough,” I growled. Picking her up, I tossed her onto the bed and had her panties off in a heartbeat. It took me only another to rip my clothes off and join her. I loved the look on her face as I wrapped my hands around her ankles, giving a single hard tug to pull her down until her ass was at the very edge of the mattress. Sinking to my knees and lifting her legs, I spread them apart, ignoring her soft cry at the stretch. I wanted… needed to see every inch of the pussy I could smell, the one I couldn’t wait to fuck and yet would as, first, I craved a taste. She cried out as I also took just one stroke. Broadening my tongue, I licked her slowly from the top of her mound over her clit, the little nub quivering, standing at attention. The position I held her in split her labia apart, both lips plump, slick, hot, and covered in her honey that I savored as my tongue continued its journey. It slid down across her perineum, drawing an even sharper cry when I licked across the tightly puckered ring of her anus. But unlike her, I had no one to answer to, no one to obey, so I was free to reverse the journey and repeat it over and over again until she was writhing, squirming, fisting my hair as the prettiest pleas filled the air. Thrusting my tongue into her depths, I fucked her pussy, drawing more cream from her, more wanton cries. She was trembling, her body tensing as I settled my lips over that sweet little bundle of nerves and sucked… hard.
“Oh, God!” she screamed, her body arching and when I took that sensitive bud between my teeth and bit down, she exploded. Was there anything more beautiful than watching a woman come apart beneath you? To know that you were the one who’d drawn her cries from her, who’d taken her to the pinnacle and not only watched, but forced her to fall into the abyss. I didn’t think so, except when you made her come apart all over again. Only when she’d screamed a second time, and only after I’d lapped up the honey pouring from her did I release her legs.
Standing, I lifted her, moving her to lie beneath me as I took her arms, raising them above her head and pinning them there. Dropping my mouth to hers, I kissed her, my tongue dancing with hers. Only the need for air had me pulling back. That and the fact that if I didn’t sink into her now, I’d have her questioning what sort of dom lasted only as long as some pimply-faced teenager on his first dip.
“Spread your legs.” Once she’d done so, I shook my head. “Wider. I want to see everything.”
She obeyed, offering herself to my view, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed my hands on her. Releasing her wrists, I said, “Keep them there.” Pulling her legs up, I put them over my shoulders, lifting her off the bed. With my hands cupping the cheeks of her ass, I knew that I’d take her there as well. I’d claim every hole. Fuck all three with my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I’d also kiss every single inch of her, but not now. For now, I looked down to see her looking up, submitting herself to me… a submissive offering herself to her dom. An offering I wasn’t about to refuse. With one thrust, I filled her, loving her cry, the way her eyes widened, the way her body tensed and then relaxed as I flexed my hips, driving a bit deeper, watching every expression on her face.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” When her eyes shifted away and she began to shake her head, I stilled. “Look at me.” When she obeyed, I said, “Those who don’t take risks, who don’t allow the truth of who they are… what they need, to be seen, to be shared… those are the ones of us who never truly live. There is no shame in the truth, Bailey. No need to ever hide from me.”
She blinked eyes that were shimmering and took a chance, made a leap of faith. “Yes. I like it rough. I like it when you…”
“When I what? Say it.”
“When you fuck me hard.”
Smiling, I bent down and when I was within a breath of her lips, I whispered, “Good. Because I like it too.” My mouth captured her cry as I drove fully into her and fucked her the way we both liked… hard.
“Come,” I said, my balls tightening against her body, my cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. “I want you to come with me. I want to feel your walls convulsing around my cock as I fill you with my cum.” Her hands had not remained above her head, but that would be another lesson she’d learn. For now, I was more than happy to have her hands in my hair, pulling me to her as if needing me just another inch closer. “Come, Bailey. Come now.”
Her nipples poked into my chest as her back arched, her body frozen for a moment before she screamed, “Yes!” and convulsed. Her pussy clamped down tight around my cock, drawing my seed from me as I held her to me, my vision going black for a moment as I emptied into her velvet heat. With a groan, I rolled to the side, pulling her with me. Her hair spread like fire across my chest, her breath warm against my skin.
For several minutes, the silence was broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing. When my heart had stopped threatening to p
ound out of my chest, I said, “That was incredible. You are incredible.” Lifting a curl away from her cheek, I smiled; remembering the bakery bag and her eagerness to open it, I said, “How about we refuel before class begins again? For being such an eager, exceptional student, you may even have the biggest donut.”
When the only answer was a soft snort, I looked down. Bailey wasn’t turning down a maple and bacon donut. She was sound asleep. Rolling to the side, I tucked her against me, reaching down to pull up the quilt before wrapping my body around her. There was no hurry. We had the rest of our lives and years of classes where I would teach her so many things as we played school… and doctor where I’d examined my reluctant patient. Office where I’d bend my secretary over my desk. And, let’s not forget there was the entire Wild West to explore as I taught her how to ride a cowboy. I gently brushed her hair aside to place a kiss on the back of her neck, loving the sound of her soft sigh. Closing my eyes, I realized a single lifetime would not be enough. Smiling, I pulled her a bit closer. My last thought before following her into sleep was that it was a very good thing I didn’t have just one to spend with this incredible woman. She’d honored me with three roles to fill, after all. I was no longer just the man she’d seen in her dreams. I was more; I was her master, her daddy, and her dom.
The End
About Maggie Ryan
Maggie Ryan is a USA TODAY bestselling author in Victorian/Historical, Contemporary, Western, and Paranormal Romance. As a multi-published and Amazon Top 100 bestselling author, she brings you stories that are always sweet, extra spicy, and a little taboo. She writes about strong, stern alpha males and sassy, capable women who discover that life without a bit of fire isn’t worth living. Maggie hopes you will curl up in your favorite chair and take the journey with her. Happy Reading!