Finally His

by Doris O'Connor

“I’m going to unlock the door and go into the kitchen to grab some things that I need. While I do that, I want you to make your way upstairs and wait for me in my bedroom. First door on your left when you get to the landing. Present for me in the middle of the room. Do not take anything off.”

  He surprised her by that missive, he could tell because she briefly looked up him.

  “I want to be the one to undress you, little one.”

  “Oh.” Her breathy whisper of a reply made him groan, and he yanked the door open to get out of his car. The cool night air hit his face, and Richard closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to get in the right head space for this, and to most importantly get his raging libido under control. Otherwise he would pounce on her like a madman the minute he got her through that front door. While a quick hard fuck against his front door held a certain appeal, he wanted to take his time with her.

  To show her how good they could be together and to leave her utterly scrambled and begging him to come. Only then would he seek his own release.

  Mind made up, he strode to the door, the click clack of her heels on the stones of his driveway a reassuring affirmation that she was following him. Having opened the door, and disabled the alarm, he switched on the lights and gestured up the stairs.

  “Up you go, nice and slow and swing those hips for me as you climb the stairs.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Jolie dropped her gaze to the floor and proceeded to take the steps one at a time.

  “Slower than that, girl. Pull your skirt higher, so that I can see the pussy I will be claiming soon.”

  Jolie complied with trembling hands, and his throat went dry as her gorgeous, ample thighs came into view. Skin liberally sprinkled with freckles called him to taste, to touch, and he stepped up after her halting her slow movement upstairs.

  “Bend over and get on your knees. Spread your thighs wide for me.” It was sweet torture to see her comply, and when her satin and lace covered cunt came into view, Richard stroked his heavy erection through his trousers.

  “Wider, girl, that’s it.”

  The pink crotch of her pretty, lacy knickers was much darker than the surrounding fabric, and he murmured his approval when she slid the dress further up her hips to pool around her waist. Putting his hands on the indent on her waist, he skimmed them lower, over the flare of her hips, until he reached the juncture of her thighs.

  “I love your curves, little one. So much supple flesh to hold, squeeze, and mark as mine.”

  Jolie whimpered her need, when he inhaled against her wet crotch, and nudged the hard little bundle at the top of her slit through the fabric with his nose.

  “Oh, please.” Her breathless plea made him repeat that move time and time again, until her thighs trembled, and she pushed back against him.

  “So responsive and wet for your Sir. Tell, me, my sweet, I could fuck you right here on the stairs, couldn’t I?”

  “God, yes, please, Sir.”

  She moaned her disappointment when he withdrew, and Richard chuckled into the soft skin of her inner thigh. He licked a path up to one fleshy ass cheek, only half covered by the satin of her underwear, and bit down hard.

  A cock hardening groan came from his girl when he licked that sting away, and his dick jerked in his trousers, seeing the half-moon bite left behind on her fair skin. The scent of her sweet musk increased tenfold, and it was beyond satisfying to realize that this was as big a turn-on for her as it was for him.

  He retraced the wet path his tongue had left behind, and then licked up her other butt cheek. Her whole body jerked when he bit down on that side too, and then grasped the underwear and bunched it up until it dug into her slit. Her puffy lips, separated by the twisted line of material, were the biggest turn-on yet, and Jolie groaned when he rubbed the fabric back and forth.

  “Oh, God, please, Sir. I need to come.”

  Richard slapped one ass cheek and stepped up the movement between her thighs. It was beyond satisfying to see the flesh wobble and redden under his hands, so he did it again, until his girl was a panting, quivering mess in front of him. Her inner thighs were wet with her arousal, and she clamped her legs around his head, when he licked that sweet musk away. One sharp twist and flick of his wrist meant the delicate fabric of her knickers gave way, and Jolie gasped, and relaxed her viselike grip on his head.

  Richard smacked her ass one last time and ran his fingers through her wet puffy labia, which caused her to shudder anew. Her pussy hole clenched in rhythmic moves, telling him how close she was to release, one he had no wish to give her yet. Every clench expelled more of her juices, and he groaned under his breath when he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean.

  Sweet, with a slightly salty taste, his girl tasted divine. He grinned at her when he caught her watching him from under hooded lids. With her body shivering and covered in the fine sheen of arousal, her dress bunched around her waist, and the mass of her red hair spread over his stairs, she looked good enough to eat. A woman on the edge. It wouldn’t take much for her to go over, but he also instinctively knew that she wouldn’t allow herself to do without his say-so, as confirmed by her next breathy words.

  “Please, Sir, may I come?”

  Richard shook his head, and delivered a few more swats to her ass, which made his girl groan and shut her eyes.

  “Not yet, little one. I’m enjoying myself torturing you a bit.” If he was also torturing himself in the process, it was worth it to test her. He was so fucking hard he wouldn’t last five minutes inside any of her holes, and by hell, he intended to claim every single one tonight, if she let him.

  Jolie’s gaze grew unfocused when he slipped his fingers through her labial lips again, and flicked the hard, visibly engorged nub at the top of her hood. She jerked at the action, and the deep groan that escaped her almost made him come in his pants.

  “Please, Sir.”

  “I know, little one, I know. Soon, I promise.”

  He murmured the words, and bending his head again licked along her puffy flesh. Her internal muscles clenched around his tongue as he dipped just his tip inside her channel, and digging his hands into her ass cheeks he spread them apart and took her arousal right up to her anus. He licked around the tight ring of muscle, while pushing two fingers into her pussy.

  They groaned in unison as her vaginal muscles squeezed around the digits in a stranglehold that made him wish it was his aching cock she was milking instead of his fingers.

  “So fucking tight, little one. I can’t wait to be buried deep inside your sweet cunt and this luscious ass.” Withdrawing his slick digits he took them up her other hole, and pushed his thumb through. A high pitched wail came from his girl, and he used his other hand to finger fuck her pussy.

  “What’s that, girl? I believe the correct response is, ‘yes, Sir’.”

  “God, yes, Sir … please … I’m so close … I … Oh God … yes, there…”

  The rest of her response was lost in her pants and mewls, when he curled his fingers toward the spot he was looking for, and his girl convulsed around his digits, with a gush of liquid that coated his hand, and left a wet spot on the stairs carpet. Such a fucking turn-on.

  Richard continued to thrust his fingers in and out of both her holes, until her body stopped shaking. Once she collapsed breathless on the stairs, like a wanton offering from the gods, he withdrew, and smacked her ass a few more times until it glowed a nice shade of red.

  Jolie whimpered herself through that impromptu punishment, and when he pulled her head up by her hair, he wasn’t entirely surprised to see she had trouble focusing on him.

  “What color are you right now, girl, though I can guess.”

  They hadn’t discussed safewords yet, but he thought it safe to assume she would be familiar with the traffic light system. After all, everything about her screamed experienced sub, and sure enough she croaked her answer.

  “Green, so green, Sir.”

  “Good girl, but haven’t you
got something to say to me?”

  He slapped her ass again, and she whimpered and shook her head.

  “I’m sorry I came without permission, Sir?”

  The cutest frown line appeared between her eyes, as she said that, clearly mulling over her response, and Richard bit back a grin.

  “That’s the one, girl. I’m letting this go, for now, being that we’re just starting, but come again without my say-so, and you’ll regret it, girl. Are we clear here?”

  “Yes, Sir. Let me make it up to you please.” Before he could respond to that sweet response, she’d turned around until she was facing him. Like the good subbie she was, she kept her legs wide open, while she scooted down the stairs on her butt, until her head was level with his crotch. Richard groaned at the tentative touch of her fingers along his hard shaft, and the expression on her face made him want to growl.

  “Please, Sir, may I suck your cock?”

  Her face fell when he slapped her hands away, and that growl erupted from his chest anyway. It seemed he truly was reverting to men’s cavemen days, but then this woman brought out his primitive instincts. To take, to devour, to mark her as his until everyone knew she belonged to him.

  “Only good girls get my dick. Why should I reward you like that?”

  The coy glance she threw him from under her long eyelashes made his fingers itch. His balls drew up to his body when she ran her little pink tongue around her lips and smiled.

  “You don’t look comfortable, Sir.”

  Richard gave a short laugh at that response. That had to be the understatement of the fucking year.

  “Very well, you have a point there. You best suck me good, girl, and … fuck.”

  The speed with which she undid his zipper and pulled his penis out was something else, especially as she didn’t bother to take off the rest of his clothing. So fucking dirty and erotic, doing it like this here on his stairs. He would never be able to look at them again without a shit eating grin on his face after tonight.

  The minute her warm fingers wrapped around his hard shaft, Richard knew he wouldn’t last five minutes. Already his flared tip was slick with his pre-cum, and he groaned under his breath when the minx dug the tip of her tongue into his slit.

  “Stop fucking teasing and suck me good, girl.”

  The look she threw up at him could only be classed as pure sass, as she shrugged and continued to lap at his slit with shallow licks, designed to drive him crazy. Using both of her hands she started to pump his shaft up and down, while licking around his corona. Richard gripped hold of the newel post on the banister, to steady himself, as pleasure surged through him hot and hard. She chose that moment to close her mouth around and over his dick, and slide down him as far as she could before she started to gag. The clench of her throat muscles around his sensitive head proved too much for his self-control. His hips jerked forward forcing his dick further down her slender throat. Jolie blinked and nostrils flaring swallowed furiously, as he withdrew, and surged forward into the soft wet heat of her mouth, seeking the release he so desperately needed. When she added her teeth, grazing his shaft on every withdrawal, Richard lost it.

  His balls drew tight, and he shouted a warning seconds before the first few jets of his climax hit the back of her throat. Jolie pulled back slightly, not once breaking eye contact with him, as she valiantly attempted to swallow all of his jizz. The sight of her lips stretched around his cock, eyes wide, face flushed, while small amounts of cum escaped the seal of her mouth around his saliva slickened dick was the hottest thing yet. When at long last his dick stopped jerking, she gently released her hold on him, and Richard simply concentrated on the task of carrying on breathing. Once the feeling returned to his legs, he relaxed the white knuckled grip he had on the newel post and cupped Jolie’s chin. A satisfied smile played around her lips as she tucked his softening penis back inside his trousers, and Richard’s chest tightened with the flood of emotions he felt for this girl.

  It was far too early in their relationship to declare any of this, so he kept his mouth shut as he studied her, loving the blush that crept into her cheeks the longer he held her gaze.

  “Sir?” she finally whispered, and Richard took a deep breath.

  “You’ve done this before a time or two, little one.”

  Her blush deepened, and she attempted a nonchalant shrug.

  “I’ve been told I’m good at it, and I enjoy bringing my Dom pleasure.”

  Her eyes widened when he couldn’t help his annoyed growl in answer, but fucking hell, the thought of his girl with any other man, let alone a Dom, made him want to punch something.

  “And have you been with many Doms?” He inwardly flinched at the hoarse quality of his voice, but fuck him, the answer mattered to him. Richard had never been the one to get possessive over the subs he played with, but Jolie was more than just another sub to him. He could only hope that he was more to her than just another Dom.

  “Would it matter if I had?” she asked.

  “Yes, no, just answer the fucking question, will you, girl?”

  She flinched at his harsh tone, but she did answer him.

  “The master who trained me and a few since. Not always in a sexual setting, you understand. I help out a local club as a service sub from time to time.”

  She dropped her gaze, and Richard called himself all kinds of a fucking fool for letting jealousy get the better of him.

  “The name of this club?” he asked.

  “Sensations, Sir.”

  Her voice wobbled and she worried her bottom lip, as though she was worried about his reaction, but she had no need to be. While Richard had never set foot in the building the club leased on certain days in the months, he’d heard of it. It had a good reputation as far as public clubs went, and he knew the person running it. She was a member of the exclusive members’ only club he attended when the need to indulge in safe anonymity rode him hard.

  “Been there lately?” he asked, and she looked up at him briefly.

  “No, Sir, I’ve been too busy.”

  “Working for me?”

  A small smile kicked up Jolie’s lips at his question.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Well, we can’t have that, little one.” He tightened his hold on her chin and pulled her up to enable him to kiss her. If she was surprised at his action, she didn’t show it, just melted against him as he took the kiss deeper. By the time he released her, he was once again hard, and turning her around by the shoulders until she faced the stairs again, he gave her a gentle nudge.

  “Up you get, and wait for me as instructed.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her breathy reply made him grin, as did the extra swing she put into her hips as she took the stairs very slowly, clearly mindful of his earlier instructions.

  Richard watched her slow progress until she reached the landing, and satisfied that she went through the right door he made to head to the kitchen. He needed some champagne and ice for his next bit of sweet subbie torture. Seeing her ruined underwear by his feet, he bent down and lifted it to his nose. The sweet musk of her arousal hit his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply.

  He stuffed them in his pocket with a smirk. Jolie was so his now.

  Chapter Five

  Jolie leaned against the solid bedroom door and tried to get her breathing back under control. Holy fuck, though, that had been intense. When he’d asked her how many Doms she had been with she had wanted the ground to swallow her whole. He’d looked so intense, so utterly focused on her as though the answer truly mattered to him. No one had ever looked her in quite such a manner before. It was a look she had often envied, when she’d witnessed it in the club between the committed D/s couples.

  To be at the receiving end of it from her hot as Hades boss … well that was the biggest mind fuck yet. Jolie was under no illusion that he truly meant it. No doubt he brought women home all the time, and a quick look around the bedroom seemed to confirm that. The huge bed dominating the middle of the room was cer
tainly not the norm. There were loopholes attached to the wooden frame to attach restraints to, no doubt, and a rigging system hung over the bed. To the untrained eye it might easily have looked some form of abstract art, as did the panels of wood nailed to the wall in the shape of a cross. They, too, held attachments for restraints, and her heart beat faster at this all too visible reminder of how much his need for control was part of Richard Tomlin.

  It made her pussy clench in renewed need despite her earlier spectacular orgasm. More of her essence trickled down the inside of her thighs, and she groaned as her bladder chose that moment to remind her that it needed taking care of. Jolie had no idea how much time she would have before Sir joined her, but she did know that she didn’t want to incur his wrath.

  He seemed a very stern Dom so far, and with her backside still smarting from the earlier swats he’d given her, she really didn’t want need any more punishment. The en suite bathroom proved as enlightening as the rest of the place. A state of the art wetroom greeted her. Not only that, this room was almost the same size as the poky bedroom in her flat, and that thought made her grimace, and perversely more determined to take this for what it was.

  A nice hot, forbidden fling with her boss. To read anymore into his actions was madness. While age clearly had been no barrier to his sister and Horace—that man had to be a good twenty years older than Tiffany—Jolie couldn’t forget that Sir was not only her boss, but also older. While that shouldn’t and wouldn’t have mattered, had they met on a more even playing field, she could never be the arm candy he so clearly needed for his social functions.

  She could see folks’ reactions now.

  “Here comes the slut who slept her way to the top.”

  No, it was far better to not get ideas above her station.

  Having freshened up in record time, she had just assumed the position on the floor, mindful of keeping her dress bunched up around her middle to ensure Sir would have a good view of her naked, wet pussy. And lord, was she wet again.

  Jolie couldn’t ever recall being this wet just in anticipation. The door opened, and she hastily dipped her head, and placed her hands behind her back.