"Lucas, keep going."
I pulled away. "Don't tell me what to do."
She recoiled and swung toward me. She missed when I threw myself to the side.
"Don't. I'm sorry. Please. Don't leave me like this."
"I'm not leaving you," I said. "Don't tell me what to do, and we'll be fine." Something came over me. An emergence of some monster that should’ve been banished long ago. There was no time for apologizing, in fact, I didn't think Tia really cared now. I would only need to apologize if I didn't return my tongue to her pussy.
I swirled my tongue on her clit. As soon as I directed all of my hunger there, she let loose, shaking in her bondage. She moaned my name, and it reverberated on the tip of my tongue, continuing to ravish her throbbing, swollen nub.
I rushed over her. I rushed and claimed her, like burning my name into her soul, my tongue the pen. All of her muscles relaxed. The calm before the storm. I knew better to drive my tongue from her clit to her slit, even though I wanted to savor her as she orgasmed.
I would be the one strung up by rope if I moved my tongue from her clit now.
"Fuck. Lucas. Yes, yes, yes," she hollered.
“Come.”
As soon as I said it, striking her clit with a rumble of my rough voice, she came. I rocked against her clit and rubbed with the bridge of my nose. Her hips buckled and then gave out. Her trembling was intense, but the pulsating didn't last long. It eventually subsided to shorter, calmer waves.
My tongue stopped its dance on her sex as I pulled away.
"Are you still with me?" I asked. She looked quite out of it.
No response.
Finally, she nodded with a broad smile.
"Yes, I'm still here. You sent me somewhere else for a second."
"Somewhere nice, I presume?”
She nodded again. The next thing she said was a long string of moans.
"Good, glad you're still with me. Because we're not done.” I dug my fingertips into the softness of her curvy ass until she jerked. “I was just breaking you in."
* * *
Tia
I knew Lucas liked things heavier than what I was used to, but I never knew how heavy. He let me loose from the rope and I would've crashed to my knees a hot mess if he didn't catch me.
"On your knees," he commanded me.
Lucas seemed to never quit. Not that I should be complaining. Everyone else I fucked certainly didn't come close to his stamina.
"Okay," I said. I crawled over to the bed. With the blindfold on, I didn't see a thing, not even an inkling of light.
On my hands and knees, I waited for his next move.
"Tia...I don't think I mentioned how much I adore your ass. But let it be known. I will need to take it someday."
Take my ass? No way. No man had ever gone there. I didn't know if they ever would. Not even Lucas...at least he said he'd save it for another day.
He used slight slaps on my ass at first, then worked up to heavier spanking.
“I’ve got to leave my mark.”
Heavy blows traveled right up my spine. My cheeks were scorching by the time he was through with them. My eyes watered underneath the blindfold. He moved onto the paddle. It hissed in the air and then cracked over me. Each time, he hit with exact precision, striking me on the square of my ass. Thank God he didn't miss.
I began to whimper into the sheets, now tucked underneath my chin, helping to keep my ass poised in the air for his pleasure.
"Sweet, delicate, Tia. Your ass up in the air like that, your legs spread, you are going to make me explode before I even enter you."
When he noticed me rearing back, he trapped my hair between his fingers and steadied me with one hand splayed over the short of my back. He rubbed slightly over my stinging ass, then bit into me again with a playful smack.
The paddle struck the floor. It rattled then stopped, and I knew he was done with it. My eyes teared as my pussy grasped in anticipation of him entering me. It had seemed so long, like I'd been trapped in a time bubble for years, waiting for him to take me to where I needed to go.
"That was a joke.” His knuckles brushed my ass. “But if I were to come right now, where would you like it?"
"Stop, Lucas," I whined. Wasn’t I teased enough?
"I'd love to jerk off all over those glorious tits. Cover you so they're glistening below me."
He gripped my breasts, squeezing them in his palms. I shuddered and rolled back to his cock, but he pulled away. He'd tugged at them roughly, but after the beating my ass took, a little pain gave sex an edge. I wanted it rough and wild from Lucas. I wanted to meet him head on.
Once we got this out of our system, we'd be able to talk about our future, rather than fucking each other's brains out every time our mouths opened.
"Lucas, are you serious?"
"Maybe I should come on your back. Let my hot cum drip down your curvy sides," he said, stroking my back to get me wiggling.
"Lucas...answer me."
"Serious, oh yes, Tia, I am deadly serious about you. Don't you worry about that. Just enjoy what's happening right now."
He caressed my ass, no longer numb from spanking. A new rush of adrenaline floored me.
Okay, so he said he was serious. And he was right. I should trust him. I'd come this far with him. There was no harm now in succumbing to this, letting him take me to a place that I'd always been afraid of going to with another man.
"You're going to put the condom on, right?" I blurted out. I wanted to take it back right away.
Lucas groaned.
The image of him picking up the paddle again and lashing my ass until I couldn't speak played in my mind.
"Are you done? I need to eat you out so you'll stop worrying."
"I'm worrying a little," I admitted.
Lucas moved away with a growl.
"Don't go."
"I'm here," he said, brushing my hair away from my cheeks. He stroked some behind my ear. His hands worshipped my curves, then dipped lower. His breath tickled the back of my neck. Then he took my wrists, tying them together in front of me with my ankles spread as well.
Taking rope and tying each ankle to their respective side of the bed, he spread me wide. I stretched. There was no chance of remaining decent now. I was completely exposed, my pussy stretching wider to take him.
Lucas pressed on my lower back and then shoved my cheek deeper into the sheets. His tip played at the edge of my velvety hot lips, dripping with excitement. He slowly pushed in.
I thought I would be ready. I was not ready. Not even close to ready for Lucas.
His cock throbbed. Swollen and pumping, he eased his way in through my grasping entrance. I clutched him, wrapping around him tightly, instinctively wanting to caress him. The first thrust shoved me open. The first thrust punished me.
I screamed. I pounded my fists against the firm mattress.
"So damn tight."
He hit the end of me. I managed to fit him inside until his balls surged against my ass, his pubes tickling my clit. The sensation overwhelmed and I jerked and attempted to crawl off, to take a little less each time because my God, every inch of Lucas was a life changing experience, and he had a lot of inches.
Lucas pulled back out. I gasped for air. He'd expelled all of it out of my lungs on the first thrust.
Wrapping my hair in his hands again, he pulled a fistful back, bending me to each swing of his powerful cock. He drove into me, stretching me to my limit. The first orgasm he'd given me with his tongue paled in comparison to the one building, and the first had destroyed me.
"So good," I screamed.
"Open for more," Lucas growled. His other hand smacked my rear. I buckled and gave him what he wanted as I wiggled Lucas all the way in. Rumbling from his gut swept over me as he enjoyed seeing me take it all. He loved to see me unravel.
"You’re going to make me come again,” I warned him. It almost sounded like a plea to stop.
"Come the hardest you’ve come
in your life.”
That wasn’t something I could control, was it? He was tempting me again, knowing by the way my body reacted that he controlled me. As I wrapped around him, I kept him snug while trying to get him even closer, like we were playing a game of tug of war. We both knew who would win in the end.
I didn’t know he had been holding back. Lucas drove into me.
"Hold me," I called to him. "Keep holding me." My voice hit its highest and then became an incomprehensible scream.
I bent to take him even deeper. Then I shattered, the orgasm ripping through me, leaving me a happy, mindless mess. I would've jolted off the bed if not for the bondage keeping my orgasm pinned inside of me, releasing at its peak.
When I came back from the blinding experience, the orgasm still simmered, aftershocks rocking my body, not letting me go.
I was too lost in my myself to concentrate on Lucas. He reminded me that he was still there when his warm cum spurted over my back, the heat a wonderful finish to the ravaging. I never knew that could feel so great.
He kept spurting. I was completely blind to what he was doing behind me, but his warmth drizzled over my ass. He let it drip down my curves. I almost wiggled to get it down to my pussy.
Unconsciously, I wanted the trails to reach down to my pounding sex. I badly wanted Lucas to finish inside of me, but that was crazy, so I kept myself planted to the mattress, not able to wiggle much in my bondage anyway.
"Fuck, that was spectacular."
Lucas undid my blindfold. My sight returned, I saw him grinning wide with a confident stare at my ass splattered with his seed. His cock was still straight and hard, semen pearling at the tip.
"Mind if you stay here for the rest of the week?"
I chuckled wearily. "Do I have a choice?"
He dipped in and cemented the evening with a lingering kiss. Once he pulled away, stars burst behind my eyelids.
Lucas unbound me. I flopped onto my back and heaved for air. Flickering flames from the fireplace licked my falling and rising chest. My nipples still tightened as the fire cascaded over them in an enticing trance. Lucas's mind seemed to go with his orgasm. He stared at my chest held high on the bed with my back arched.
Coming had given him some clarity. "I'm going to tell everyone that you're my choice," he said. He shook his head as if disgusted with himself. "I should've done it earlier."
All of those complicated issues seemed far away now. I settled my head back on the curled up sheets I'd braced myself upon before. With my legs spread, heat still settled there and pounded, reminding me how he'd used me.
I tried to quiet that part of me. I did have work tomorrow. I wasn't going to ask my mom if I could borrow her walker because I couldn’t walk.
"This is about more than keeping the company. There's a lot of history." He shook it off again with a shrug. I wanted to run myself through his blond streaks then pull him into my lips. Let him forget all his troubles and thank him for sex so good I cried.
"It's okay. Don't worry about it right now." I called him closer. "Get on top of me."
His weight pressed on me, I sank deeper into the mattress. He settled between my thighs while my neck rocked back and I moaned, only to receive more. Lucas nudged my chin with his, then peppered my jawline with hot, fluttering kisses.
"You were my choice in the beginning. Now everyone is going to know it. If they don't like it, too bad. I don't want to lose you again."
"I'm not going anywhere. Especially since you like to keep me bound to your bed." I laughed. Missionary was what I was used to with men who couldn't power their way through a cup of jello.
"Since you like my commands so much, I have another one. Spend the night with me."
"I think I'll have to. You leveled me." I kicked and my legs barely moved.
"Sleep in my bed with me. I don't want you to leave like some mistress in the night.”
“Why thank you. I’m not sure if being your mistress is quite a bad thing right now, but still...I’m not like that.”
“It's not like that. When you were asking me if I was serious, I knew why. You were concerned that this was only about sex."
He tilted my chin toward his serious expression. "I'm serious about this. Which is why I'm going to gather everyone and let them know." He added, "Don't get me wrong, the sex is great. I'll make that hot pussy of yours come as much as I can, but it's not the only way I intend on romancing you."
I cocked an eyebrow at him. I smiled like a fool. "Oh, you're going to romance me now? Lucas, do you always get this lovey dovey after you paddle someone?"
"No, just with you." He ruffled his blond streaks. "To be honest, I'm just as surprised as you are, but I won’t run. I've learned a long time ago not to take people for granted.”
Lucas referred to some history with his family. I began to think that there was some darker part to Lucas that he wasn't telling me, but it wasn't the time or place for me to ask. Stringing together a comprehensible sentence at this point seemed like an impossible task.
"Take me back home with you," I said.
He switched the fireplace off. As I tried to stand, but failed miserably, he turned more lights off. He let me lean against him. Then he took me back to his house.
I would spend the rest of the night with Lucas. I curled up against him in his bed, my new home.
For once, it seemed like we would make it. Life had been stuck for me, but Lucas taught me that life was still full of surprises.
Chapter 11
Lucas
"I've made my choice," I told Brent.
"You don't have to tell me," he said. He unbuttoned his suit, even shown a little of his pale stomach. I argued with him to change to something that didn't require black dress shoes in sand. He had been soaking in the cresting waves on my private beach rather than the gaggle of girls in their skimpy bikinis.
"Tia," I interrupted him.
"I said you didn't have to tell me."
"I heard you. I didn't have to tell you, but I did anyway.”
He sighed and turned back to the sun. "Excuse me, smart ass, I should've said you shouldn't tell me, but I'm glad she's your choice." He kicked back, stretched, then looked at me, either with scrutiny or because the sun was so bright.
"Are you sure?"
Sure? There was no doubt in my mind. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so sure about anything. Tia was what I wanted. After fucking her with little restraint yesterday, I realized I wanted her again. Right after. I’d never tire of her.
"She's had a tough life. You realize?" He kicked sand off his black shoe and flicked a glare my way.
"I won't mess this up. She's not like any other woman I've met."
"That doesn't scare you?"
"Why are you trying to freak me out?"
"They're only questions." He turned away from me. I read Brent pretty well, unlike others.
"You're protecting her, I get it, because you introduced her to me. So you're afraid I'm going to self destruct and ruin it. I'm not. You don't have to protect her from me. I'll do the protecting from now on."
"Your father won't be happy." Brent wouldn't look at me. He was still concerned with watching over the girls or else he wanted to hear what I had to say without his influence.
My father would definitely not be pleased with my choice. His clear choice was Jayne. His last choice was Tia. If he even knew she was there. Something told me that Brent hadn't told him. Possibly my father's spies had said something. He would not approve of Tia. Tia, who had no money to her name. Tia, who lived in a terrible neighborhood. Tia, who would be my bride. No matter what my father said.
It crossed my mind then he might try to stop me, but my determination remained unfazed.
"He asked me to find a bride. I've fulfilled that obligation."
Brent stood up now. He wiped the sand off his pant legs. He buttoned up his suit jacket as beads of sweat rolled down his bald head.
"You're going to marry her now? Does she kno
w this?"
"No," I started. Brent had a point. Didn't Tia say she didn't want to be chosen as a bride, just that she wanted to get to know me better? How was this ever going to work?
"You don't tell a girl you will marry her. You're supposed to surprise them."
"Uh huh. And how are you going to surprise her?" Brent smirked at me now.
My jaw slackened. The hot sun seemed to bear down on me now. He called my bluff. I had no plans, only to tell Tia that she would be the chosen girl. So far, she'd seemed okay with it since she agreed to take off work for the evening with the explanation that her bosses were getting suspicious. It had taken many seductive texts, bordering on stalkerish behavior to get her to break down and call in sick.
"I can't tell you that."
Brent tapped a finger against my shoulder. He rounded me and puffed his stomach out as he stared at the coastline. "You're full of shit."
"You’re right. But I'm not bullshitting about one thing...Tia is the one."
"As long as you're prepared, Lucas. I’m on your side, you know, but I’m hoping that you have everything in order."
A warning. Brent was full of warnings. I didn't take heed.
"He asked for a bride and a baby. He should be happy I've actually found someone. Who knew it was possible? He'll have his grandchildren soon enough...heirs to run the family fortune in his name."
Fear gripped me when I wondered if I would rush into marrying and having children with Tia. A few months ago, I would’ve thought I’d be a bachelor for life. My only chance of having a child was a broken condom.
Yet, when I thought of a family life with Tia, there were no reservations. I looked forward to sharing all of my time with her and I wanted to care for her, give her everything she would ever need.
Anyone who tried to get in my way would be sorry.
I turned back toward my home. "Watch them. I need to work. Imagine that? Actual work, instead of this."
Brent grumbled as I left. My main task was organizing computer systems that kept our workers and business partners updated, along with creating the front facing website for all of our smaller branches. An assortment of managers divided up my workload, but I didn’t like leaving it completely up to them.
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