Becoming His

by Angel Marks

They headed over to a scratch and dent furniture store with Will’s father’s truck to pick up the hickory table and four chairs they had best priced, as well as a sofa, some lamps, a coffee table, a recliner, and a couple area rugs. Amazingly, they spent very little to furnish their new place.

  By Tuesday night they had moved Will’s bedroom furniture from his old place, and settled his dog, Richard, and kitten, Barkley, into their new surroundings, which weren’t really new for Richard who had visited the building many times before.

  “So much is changing,” Noelle said as she lay there in Will’s arms for their first night in their new place.

  “I know, but they’re all good changes. I’m sorry I didn’t start school sooner, but at the same time, if I had, I don’t know that I ever would have met you.”

  “But what am I supposed to do in these three years?”

  “You’re going to get rid of your bag lady syndrome. That’s what you call it right?”

  “Ha! I wish. I’m looking forward to your savvy plan, Mr. Martin.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about. Let me take over your finances and get you in shape with your money. You’ll be working for these three years, babe.”

  “I’m fine with that. I’m not afraid to work. I wish I was working more.”

  “Well, that’s where you’ll be starting then. My father’s office is always hiring temps to do filing during the day. If you’d like, I’ll ask him if you can pick up some time downstairs when you’re not at work.”

  “I would love that!”

  “I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow. It’s been a lot of work moving out and in and setting up, and I would like to spend a different kind of time with you right now. So how about tomorrow, after work, we go over all your finances and set up a plan.”

  “Definitely!” Then she addressed her other concern. “This is our first night together in our new place, and I don’t want to be just playing house, Mr. Martin.”

  Will pulled her closer. “Why do you say that? Is there anything I have done that makes you feel I am not honorable, or that I don’t have the best of intentions for you? When can I marry you?”

  “Soon.”

  “No date?”

  “No, not yet, but I’m thinking about it.” And she was.

  Then she slipped out of her pajamas, pulled up and spread her legs, laying her arms up over her head.

  “Daddy,” she said, and he was upon her.

  “I like how quickly you’ve trained.”

  “It seems natural,” she replied.

  “That’s because it is natural for us. This is why we work, Noelle. I’m dominant and you’re my submissive whore.”

  “No, I’m not. I’m not a whore.”

  Will rolled her over and slapped her ass. “You’re my whore and no one else’s. It’s a compliment, dear. Don’t take it as an insult.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Will laid her over his lap, and began to slowly spank her, each time in a different spot, but stinging nonetheless, leaving behind the imprint of his hand. Each slap was followed by a slow rub. He went easy on her, and yet the discipline was part of their budding relationship.

  As he smacked and rubbed her bare ass, his dick became shockingly hard. He had never been so aroused in his life as when he could completely dominate Noelle.

  He slipped his fingers down to her dripping pussy, always pleased to see that his discipline had an arousing effect on her. He used all his mental strength to hold back from throwing her on her back and plowing his cock into her. Instead, he slipped his fingers inside her and found her G spot, causing her to yelp and moan in pleasure. Noelle fell into a mindless series of endless orgasms. He couldn’t stimulate her G spot enough, and he loved playing with her.

  “Daddy!” Noelle shouted over and over. “Daddy, I need you!”

  Finally, Will threw her on her back and sank his giant, hard cock deep inside her, filling up her need for him, and causing her body to quake and tremble as she continued to come, now all over his naked stiff dick, begging him to take her, to fuck her over and over, to use her, and to make her somehow whole. He did all these things, with the expert of a man trained in carnal knowledge, and she wept over their unbelievable connection.

  Will fucked her like this all night long. She came so many times, her body stopped responding. She went limp with exhaustion and then, three hours later, after having fucked her missionary, controlling her on top, from behind, and on her side, he came inside her so much the sheets were soaked as it leaked out from her and down her thighs. Their new home together had been adequately christened. She snuggled into him and fell asleep curled up in his strong, protective arms.

  This manner of bedtime play would be the norm for their household. As she soon found out, her obedience and sexual availability would be mandatory compliance under the love and dominance of Will.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Noelle woke to her period staining the bed sheet. All she could think was what a relief and then, would Will want to have sex with her while she was menstruating? More importantly, she hoped he would be glad to see he hadn’t impregnated her. They would have to have a talk about her fertility and their family planning she decided, but before or after they went over her finances? “Hmm,” she thought, the topic really would fit right in.

  She soon discovered that her bleeding did not deter Will’s sexual drive for her. While in the beautiful porcelain tub, taking her first shower there, he popped in with morning wood and without a word lifted her right up by her behind and settled into her wrapping her legs around his waist. Noelle instinctively held onto him and made her body his, reveling in his ability to slide her body back and forth on his tremendous girth as though she were a rag doll. She could tell he could easily come, but he waited, and he speared her until she gushed, screamed, and went limp, and then he pulled out and came all over her navel.

  Looking down, he saw her blood running with the water to the drain. “You have your period?” he asked.

  “Yes, it came this morning.”

  “Good.”

  “I know, right? I was a little worried after the fact, you know.”

  Will looked at her as she continued.

  “I love, love, love the feeling of when you come deep inside of me, it’s all warm and gooey and this is silly I know, but it makes me feel loved by you. Like a big, warm hug.”

  Will looked at her with a funny look on his face. “I like it, too, dear, like a dog likes to mark his territory, but you’re right, we’ve been really careless. As much as I want us to have a family together someday, I’m happy with having just the two of us time right now.”

  “Whew! I guess I don’t have to bring this talk up then. Let’s have it right now.”

  Noelle grabbed her black pouf and squirted body wash on it. “I don’t know what to do about birth control. I’ve tried the pill before and it made me really hormonal and I think I’m allergic to latex, but I feel incredibly relieved at this bloody mess. What if I was pregnant right now? What would we do? We would definitely be stuck here in Brighton forever it seems, and raising our child on peanuts, and I would never get out of debt.”

  Will stood there like a lost puppy. He looked completely crestfallen that he had put so much worry on her with his careless decisions to ejaculate inside her, or even enter as he just had with the risk of pre-cum. “Noelle, if you don’t mind, my mom is a maternity nurse and she helps women with finding the right birth control every day. We could go see her after work.”

  “Really?” This seemed to be the tone of how she spoke to Will a lot lately. How many times would he shock her and just how different was his reality from hers? “You want me to ask your mother about my birth control? Really?”

  “Yes.”

  “Won’t she look at me like I’m a whore and hate me forever?”

  “No. She met you, remember? She really likes you, and she and my father know that we’ve just moved in together. They invited us to dinner this Sunday, if you’
re interested.”

  “Wow. So I’m supposed to go to a Sunday dinner made by your mother, I assume, after I’ve asked her to help me with birth control so I don’t get pregnant while I’m fucking her son? Oh my god, this would never fly in my parents’ home. I’d be out the door, um, like I am already.”

  “First of all, you’re not fucking me. I’m fucking you and it’s not fucking, it’s making love. Second, this is how our families are different, Noelle. My parents don’t care.”

  “Don’t care about what? You? What you do?”

  “No, they don’t have any strict religious ideas about sex. They just want us to be safe, and they would want the girl I’m fucking to be on the pill. They like you. They expect me to be having sex. I’m twenty years old. My mother has been bringing me home condoms since I was fourteen.”

  Noelle just looked at him, processing the strange, different world that Will had grown up in as opposed to her own childhood. “I wonder if that would have been the case if you were a girl.”

  “I don’t know. Doubt it would have been the same though. There is a double standard. It’s just human nature to want to protect your daughter, I suppose from people like me, who have caused you worry, that I almost impregnated you.”

  “Okay, Will. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I will go with you to see your mom today, only because I don’t want to get pregnant, and I’m afraid if I don’t figure this out, we will sooner or later end up there. Preferably later.”

  At quarter after four that afternoon, Will waited for her to finish writing her copy so he could escort her out the door. She hit send and shut down her workstation. “I suppose it’s that time, now, isn’t it?” she said with a frown. Noelle grabbed her brown leather hobo bag and slipped her hand in Will’s, but as they made their way to the exit, her boss, Candace, came walking out of her office, bent over her phone. Noelle pulled her hand out of Will’s and distanced herself from him hoping Candace hadn’t noticed, but she looked up just as they were passing and said, “Noelle, are you dating the mailroom boy?”

  “You mean Will, Candace? Yes. We’re seeing each other.”

  “Hmm…” And she pulled down her thick black framed glasses and peered at them for a long pause before continuing. “Well, you know there is a company policy about interoffice relationships.” She stared at them while chewing on the end of her glasses before continuing. “But, Will isn’t a member of your department, so I don’t necessarily see it as a conflict of interest for the company.”

  “Oh, good,” was all Noelle could think to reply to such a statement.

  “The two of you are just darling together. You would make just the cutest babies!” With that, she slipped her glasses back on her face and walked away, eyes on her phone.

  Noelle heaved a sigh of relief. “Well there you have it. Apparently we’re allowed to date, and she knows what our children will look like.”

  Will took her hand again in his. “Why did you pull away? Were you embarrassed to be seen holding my hand, or did you really not know that it would be okay with your boss?”

  “I honestly don’t know what to think with her. Day to day, she’s a different person. It all depends on her mood. Can you imagine if she had said we weren’t allowed to date? Would they have fired one of us or both? What is the procedure for that?”

  “She wouldn’t have fired you, Noelle. You are a great talent. They like your work.”

  “They like your work, too.”

  “Well, there you go. I don’t think either of us would be fired. What matters now is that we get out of here on time. My mother is going to try and squeeze us in between her patients.”

  Once they arrived at Williams Hospital, Will guided them through the maze of a building to the perinatal ward.

  “We’re here to see my mother, Linda Martin. She’s expecting us.” The receptionist gave them a warm smile, and said it might be a few minutes as she was still with a patient. The waiting room was empty and two very pregnant looking women came lumbering down the hall to check out after their appointments, one with a toddler in tow.

  “That could be me someday.”

  “That’s why we’re here. Not for a while yet.”

  They settled into the waiting room and five minutes later, Linda came down the hall to greet them with a big smile on her face. “Come in here.” She escorted them into a patient room and reviewed Noelle’s medical history with her before checking her blood pressure and giving her samples of a new kind of low dose hormone pill.

  “Try these mini-pills. They are very popular with women who are sensitive to the hormones in the regular pill contraception. Now, Will, you know how important it is that you take them at the exact same time every day.”

  “Yes, Mother, but I’m not the one taking them.”

  “I know that! But for Noelle, you can help her remember when to take her pill.”

  “All right, Mother.”

  “You have to take your pill at the same time every day. I would say as the first thing you do when you get up in the morning, but so many of us like to sleep in on the weekends, so then your best bet might be to take it at noon or the evening, but it needs to be at the same time.”

  “All right, Mrs. Martin, thank you.”

  “Call me Linda, and let me know if they’re not working for you, and we’ll find you something else. If they are working for you, then I’ll keep you supplied. We have plenty of free samples to give away in our office. It’s not a problem.”

  “Thank you, Mother.” Will gave her his signature dimpled smile, which she ate up as they walked out the door.

  “Oh, Will, are you coming over on Sunday?”

  “Probably.”

  “Well, I need to know. I’m cooking!”

  “We’ll be there, Linda. If you don’t mind, I’d like to bring a dessert.”

  His mother gave her a genuine smile. “Joe will love that.”

  “Great. I’ll try to make something he’ll like.”

  “We’ll be over at five.” Will said as they walked out the door.

  “That wasn’t bad at all. She didn’t make me feel embarrassed or ashamed.”

  “See? What’d I tell you? My parents like you, and sex isn’t a big deal in their house. It’s expected.”

  “I see. Well, I’m glad we have some protection now. I just really hope my sensitive body can handle it.”

  “We’ll just have to wait and see, dear. I’m sorry I put you at risk of getting pregnant. It won’t happen again. We won’t have sex again until we have the birth control all sorted out.”

  “You not have sex again until then? I find that hard to believe.”

  “I know. I don’t like to be a liar, so don’t tempt me. When I say I’m going to do something I do it.”

  “Okay, then. I’m holding you to this I guess. I’ll take my first pill today at six, which is in just a few minutes, and the package says I should wait forty-eight hours to a week from taking it for it to be effective. Can you remain celibate for a week?”

  “Doubtful, but we can improvise until then, dear. I hope you’ll be ready.”

  “Ha-ha, I have my period. I’m not exactly feeling like a sexual goddess right now. I have no problem waiting.”

  Will looked at her with concern and placed his hand on her lower back, gently rubbing her as he escorted her back to his car. “Let’s stop and pick up something to cook for dinner, and anything else you may need, all right Noelle?”

  Forty minutes later Noelle found herself propped up on the couch with a glass of water and a box of chocolates while Will fried chicken, sautéed asparagus, and boiled rice.

  “I am able to cook, you know.”

  “I know, but I can tell you’re not feeling well. Let me take care of you.”

  She watched as he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Cleaning the chicken, breading it, heating the oil, and timing the frying on each side, while occasionally stirring the rice and moving the asparagus. She could certainly get used to this,
but she had never expected it. A man with exceptional skills in both the kitchen and the bedroom. Will Martin was hers. No, she was his, and she loved it.

  She adjusted her feet on the couch so she could admire the pedicure she had given herself the other night. The color was called Love Her Madly, and she felt just that way, but was ready for Love Her Tenderly all through the night, forever, as she knew she had fallen for Will Martin.

  She got up and set the table, lighting two candles in the middle, and pouring Will a glass of fruit punch and herself a tall glass of water, her one and only drink, ever, ever since that one night in Boston when her drink had caused her to black out and then… she pushed away the memory.

  “Tonight is the big night, Mr. Martin. You must be exhausted with all these changes and taking care of me, and yourself, and doing everything… but tomorrow is payday and I need your help with your financial savvy.”

  Will brought their prepared plates to the table and sat down with her. “First, dear, I would like to propose a toast.”

  “That sounds lovely! Yes! Let’s toast.”

  “To us.”

  “Cheers!” They clinked glasses.

  “Yes, I didn’t forget. After dinner we’re going to go over your finances here at the table. You may not like my plan, but I do want to help you.”

  Noelle became a bit lost in the food. “When did you learn to cook? This is delicious! Thank you for making us dinner.”

  “You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it. My mother taught me to cook when I was a kid. A lot of times growing up, she and my father would get home late and it was my job to have dinner ready for the family when they got home.”

  “Wow again. I hope you’ll teach me. You’ll find my cooking skills are a lot lacking.”

  “That’s fine, you make up for it in other ways.”

  “Oh, really. How?”

  “Are you fishing for compliments?”

  “Never! But carry on, I don’t mind. Tell me, how do I make up for my lack of cooking ability?”

  “Well, first of all, you give damn good head.”

  “What! I do not! You had to teach me how, and then I nearly gagged to death and threw up all over your penis!”