by Amy Brent
I didn’t even know that he’s no longer in between my legs. I was completely lost having the orgasm of a lifetime. That as my backdrops on to the car, it hurts so badly, forcing all my senses to return to me in a flash.
“Ouch!”
I scream as I lift up slightly and rub my back.
Blake, on the other hand, is unfastening his zip, “You ready for me?”
“Blake, give me a minute.”
He grins, “Remember you can do a lot more than you think and besides I want to see you come again. I want to hear you scream as if you were raised in a brothel and when it’s all over, if you’re a good girl, I’ll repeat it all over again.”
I find myself breathless and unable to say anything. I’ve seen Blake take control and want more in the bedroom, but this time it’s different.
It’s as if he’s making a statement and I wonder if this has something to do with me or if something else happened. I want to ask him. I want so bad to speak, but I can't as I find myself speechless with my aching back and my pussy crying out for more.
He’s right; he’s pushed me before, and afterward, I’ve never regretted it. I’ve been surprised that I can do, but it’s been an emotional day.
One that I envisaged would involve the pair of us lying in bed and I would hug him to sleep. He used to tell me that he would never sleep in the same bed with me. He's been doing it for weeks. I remember at first in the auction house. He would always leave whenever I fell asleep. He doesn't do that anymore. I knew that was a big step for him and it gave me a comfort of knowing that he was serious about us.
As he drops his pants down and eases inside of me. I realize that right Blake was serious about making me come again. Silly me for thinking any differently. He's determined to prove me wrong, that my body can do more and he knows it, and I'll find out that he's right again. It’s as if every time I see his cock, it gets even bigger. I can feel my tender skin burning as he slowly enters. It’s as if it’s protesting to him coming inside me so soon before I’ve even had a chance to recover. But he has this magic effect on me. One that gets me each and every time. My body only protests for a few short moments and then it greets him like a child does with Santa Claus on Christmas day.
My muscles start to ripple and draw him. It’s as if I become wetter on automatic dial just to accommodate him. The discomfort that I had a few minutes ago become a thing of the place as I start to feel full once again.
My protest becomes a thing of the past as my hands start to dance on his chest.
“That’s my girl,” he roars as my finger moves towards his collar and having his body so close to mine.
I’m no longer protesting as I sigh, “Blake, I want you all the time.”
“I told you that you don’t know your body the same way I do.”
With those words, I feel helpless. Like a robot as I start to rock my hips back and forth, easing him in even further. It’s as if I have no control over my body. It wants him to make me come. Even harder than I’ve ever imagined. The idea of it starts to excite me as I feel that I’ve fully adjusted to his size.
He’s completely inside of me and that’s an open invitation for Blake to fuck me even harder.
“Fuck yes!”
He crushes his body against mine and grinds my clit even more as his cock starts to batter against my G-spot. The sensation is better than before. I don’t feel as if I’m just coming; I feel as if I’m going to explode as once again I start to scream out.
“Don’t stop!”
I want him to keep going as I feel my orgasm tearing me apart.
“Fucking don’t come yet. I’m not done with you.”
I know that if I don’t slow down that he will stop and I’m not a robot. I can’t just switch on and off like that as much as I'm trying to turn my senses on and off, it feels as if only he has the buttons do to that.
“Lily?”
I’m taking deep breaths, and he’s stopped moving. My hips are still rocking but not vigorously, but slowly as I try and calm down my orgasm. I need to find my rhythm, but it's so damn hard as I’m unclear what to do next. I remember that I’m with the Great, Blake Fisher, he’ll not only take care of me, but he’ll claim and possess me. His words will create the right wave to take and start my climax.
“That’s it.”
My movements are nearly subsiding as I start to feel weak. This gave Blake a wave of energy as he starts to take control again. This time he’s not being gentle and easing in slowly.
“Damn! You’re the best submissive that I’ve ever had.”
“And the only one you’ll ever have!”
He doesn’t reply, but he holds me at the back of my neck, just an inch away from his mouth and then as his cock moves back and forth. I watch him as his breathing turns into little spurts and there’s a growl. One that means that he’s not far away. Knowing that I make him growl like a bear makes me feel proud every time. I close my eyes, no longer able to focus as I concentrate on joining him. His body starts to vibrate as mine does the same. His hips start to go out of control as his thrust become wilder and his fingers tighten against me.
“Come to papa!”
I know that this time, he’s the one that’s holding back until he shouts out, “I’m fucking coming!”
“Give it to me!”
I scream back, knowing that I’m taking him over the edge. He's lost all control as he pumps one more time. This time it's harder and the mother of all thrusts. And then explodes inside me. His back arches and his eyes flare as my pussy milks every last drop of his sperm.
There’s a rush, because he may be done, but I’m not quite there yet. I cry so loud, “Arrh!” as if my life depends on it. I didn’t think that I could come again, especially when he shut me down the last time. It’s so intense that it tears through my body like a tidal wave. This time I’m just about to drop on the car once again. I forgot that I hurt myself the last time that I did it. Blake catches me and stops my back from hitting the car.
“Don’t hurt yourself that way.”
“Why? Because you’re not done with me yet?”
I’m trying to catch my breathe and talk sexily at the same time, but I can’t, because I'm still breathless even with the gentle breeze that’s cooling me down.
“No, because I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I lost control earlier.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you with me forever and I didn’t realize until you went to the house that I could lose you.”
I can see that he’s genuine and feels exactly that way.
“I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you.”
“Promise?”
I wrap my arms around him.
“Always, Blake Fisher. I love you.”
He whispers in my ear, “I love you more.”
I didn’t think that I’d ever hear those words from him. It was as if he was confessing that without me, he couldn’t live and I knew from that moment onwards I’ll stay with him. Not because he asked me to, but because I wanted to feel like this forever. The feeling of being needed, but with my independence. I knew right here in the woods sitting on top of the car. That’ll I have that with Blake Fisher, and I’ll never ask for more.
Because I’ll never want it.
EXTENDED EPILOGUE - Sold to the Dom
I’m standing by my bedroom door ready to leave for graduation. I can’t believe that four years has gone by so quickly. I was a virgin, unable to pay my way. I was living on minimum wage and then the next thing I know, I’ve sold my virginity to a man. Not just any man. One that offered me something that I could never imagine having...a home and a career.
There's something that I should have done to safeguard my future. I should have been more careful. Lately, between the exams and my dissertation, I’ve been careless. So much in fact that I think I’m pregnant, I don’t even need to take a test to confirm the inevitable. I haven’t been taking the pill and my periods are like regular clockworks
. I’m never a day late. The only reason I’ll be this late is if I’ve got a bun in the oven.
I’ve been to the pharmacy three times this week to confirm it. Every time I get there and pick up the pregnancy test, I put it back down scared of facing my worst fears.
“Oops,” I feel my bedroom door being pushed on the opposite side. I nearly fall back, as I’m lost in my thoughts.
As the door opens I say, “Olivia, what are you doing here? I thought that you were going to meet us at the ceremony?”
Wow, she’s gone to town today. I can’t remember the last time I saw her all dolled up. She’s in a blue flowing dress and matching hat as if she’s going to a wedding. I’m just about to ask her, why she’s so dressed up?
But she ignores my comment by saying, “Wow, you went all out.”
I’m not the only one!
I turn around and ask, “You like?”
She smiles, “The pink suit suits you. When you said that you were going to wear pink, I thought that you were joking.”
I laugh because it was the same thing that Blake said when he saw the matching pale pink skirt and jacket. When I modeled it for him, I had my hair down; I decided to tie it up in a bun, to add a little sophistication to it.
“I know it’s a bit much. But remember Legally Blonde when she goes to college and becomes one of the top lawyers. Everyone thought that she wouldn’t make it?”
She nods because I explained part of the reason, but now I’m ready to confess it all.
“Well, that’s how I felt at college.”
“Were the students mean to you? Is that what you’re trying to tell me in a long-winded way?”
I nod, thinking that I may be twenty-two but I still felt like a kid, especially compared to Olivia who was married now and had two adorable little kids.
“You shouldn’t make anyone make you feel small. Remember I told you that?”
I hug her, “I know, but sometimes I can’t help myself.”
“Is there something on your mind?” I look at my watch and realize that we need to get going because it’ll take over an hour to get there and the ceremony starts in an hour and a half.
“We need to get going. Where’s Blake?”
“Oh, he’s with the kids and Gary. He said that he'd meet us there.”
“Really? That’s strange. He never said anything to me this morning when he got up.”
She laughs as we head down the stairs, “Maybe he wanted to get in the practice with the babies now that you've graduated.”
This time I’m the one who’s nervously laughing.
“What’s up with you? You’ve wanted to graduate this for months.”
“I know, it’s just that this is his house, his car, his everything and I’m like a tenant here. When I moved in, I thought that we would be married by now. Look at you, you’ve done it all, and we’re the same age.”
She shakes her head, “You don’t pay rent, so you can’t feel like a tenant.”
Great, she had to put in some home truths.
“Besides that’s not fair on Blake. You wanted to study; maybe he’s waiting for you to finish. He did propose, and you accepted it.”
“We were in the park,” I decide to miss out the details, the part where we were reliving the first time that we fucked in the woods.
“Then he used the ring of a Coke can as my ring.”
“Very original,” she’s beaming trying to make me feel better, but as we head to the car, the reality of it does the opposite.
“Blake said that we should choose an engagement ring together. Something that I would like because it would be on my finger forever and he didn’t have a clue about rings,” I realize at that moment that I'm talking to myself.
Olivia’s standing by the car and I’m about to shut the front door. The reality that Blake hasn’t made any effort since then and that was two years ago starts to hit home.
Then again, the last few years have been all about my degree and thinking about what age group I’d like to teach and if I’ll like to major in a particular subject. Everything’s been about teaching that I don’t even know if there’s an us anymore.
As I greet the driver and sit in the limo. I start to sob. I don’t even know what triggered it. The tears just start flowing, and as Olivia sits next to me, she apologizes, “Sorry I never meant to be so harsh. Blake said that you’ve been acting moody lately and he thought that it was better if I took you to the ceremony so that you could relax a bit and get whatever’s bugging you off your chest. I knew that I shouldn’t have agreed to it.”
The driver rolls the window down and then maybe seeing two emotional women at the back of the car prompts him to roll it back up again. Then I hear the engine starting, and we put on our seat belts.
We briefly look at each other and then I reach out for her hand, “I think I’m pregnant.”
She shakes her head, “I still have the pregnancy hormones running through my body. So, I just cry about everything about the moment.”
“I’m pregnant!”
“What? Shit, that’s fantastic Lily. Why didn’t you say anything? Blake’s going to be over the moon,” she says as she leans over to me and squeezes me so tightly.
“Why do you think that?”
She ignores my question which she seems to have a habit of doing and says, “You need to sort yourself out. You can’t graduate looking like that.”
Then she furiously starts patting my face with the tissues that we were both just wiping our tears away with a few moments ago.
“Stop it! What’s got into you?”
She sighs, “I know I’m an emotional mess. Welcome to pregnancy…”
We spend the rest of the car journey talking about graduation and my future being bright. Even though she’s talking nervously and checking her phone frantically, I decide that I'll only have one child. Olivia’s not herself, and it must have happened when she gave birth again because I haven't seen her that much lately.
Then, she just falls asleep as if the excitement was too much for her to bear.
I’m glad that she’s stopped fussing, but I decide to follow suit as I feel as if my body’s been on an emotional rollercoaster. I don’t even realize that we’ve stopped until I feel her tugging on my hand.
“Hey, sleepyhead we’re here.”
Her eyes are shining, and the limo feels so bright as she whispers, “We need to get you changed.”
“What?”
“You told me that I’d gone to town.”
“I lied, that’s not really what’s happening today. Are you ready for it?”
Then before I know it the doors open and I see my name. I whisper, “But this is my graduation?”
She winks as she ends up by my side, “Not exactly. You’ve got a hot date - up the aisle.” She points to the register who's standing on the stage.
“Where's all the other students?”
She smiles, “Your fiance’s a billionaire. He pulled some strings, graduation will take place next week instead.”
That’s an understatement, there’s a banner with my name on it across the trees. Friends and even a few of my colleagues, dressed all the same as if they’re all going to…and then it dawns on me. Blake’s here to arrange our wedding, “But he didn’t even ask me.”
She laughs, “He asked you to marry him with a Coke ring remember?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me? I meant we didn't do this together. I thought that I was graduating today.”
She smiles, “No. The guy’s gone to a lot of trouble to organize it. I’m not saying that he’s perfect, but I do think that he wanted to show you how much you mean to him.”
I shake my head, but the whole idea of him planning our wedding feels a bit weird. It’s as if he’s taken the option away from me. From my dress to the people I invite to my wedding. Then again as I look at everyone smiling at me. I figure out that he’s even got that list right.
I smile, but I’m feeling anxious about the whol
e thing, and as we both move towards each other, I have this fake smile on my face. The same one that I had when he proposed and thought that he’d made no effort.
This time he was making so much effort, and I still felt uncomfortable.
“Is this a little too much?”
I shake my head, “I’m just surprised, and you’ve seen me in my dress before I’ve even met you at the altar.”
I make an excuse; really I don’t know what to think right now. I’m confused about why I’m not jumping for joy or happy that he’s made an effort.
"Don't worry about your dress. Olivia sorted that out. She said that you'd picked one and so she ordered it."
“I’m pregnant.”
He strokes my face and says, “I was wondering when you were going to tell me.”
“What?”
“Well, we do share the same bathroom,” he says as he puts his arm around me. “And I do know that you get into those moods when it’s that time of the month. It hasn’t been that time for a while. I may not be the best fiance, but I do know a few things. When you put your tampons in the trash. You make a point of emptying it yourself every day. At the moment, you’re not moody just sad most of the time.”
And with those words, I pull him back and say.
“Why did you do it like this?”
“For you to get married instead of graduate? I just thought that you would love it.
Don’t you?”
I kiss him so hard that I ignore the cheers. As much as I want to be locked in his arms. My bestie, Olivia has other plans.
“You need to change, and the registrar says that he's not sticking around all day.”
Blake’s just about to say something when she gets in there before him.
“His words, not mine!”
She lifts up her hands as if she’s about to surrender and then as she’s dragging me away from him.
As Blake shrugs and moves to the altar. I let go of her hand and say, “Take this.”
“What?”
“I can get married like this; I don’t need the dress. I picked this one. I want to wear the one I’m wearing.”
She shakes her head, “Remember the one…”
“It doesn’t matter what I said I wanted to wear on my day. This is my day. I want to wear this, something I chose to graduate in. Even if I’m getting married.”