A Dominant Anthology

by Ethan Radcliff

  He’d driven her crazy with his tongue. It had been years since a man had eaten her out and never the way he had. The sucking, the flicking, and his small naughty bites had nearly made her pass out. He’d succeeded in stimulating her beyond reason. And when her body let go, her orgasm overtook her. She’d never known such pleasure. Could it be like that all the time with a man? Or was she doomed, and was it only Joe Murphy who held the key to her pleasure?

  He’d fought her on the cab when he learned she had a car. “Look, I’d rather you take me home. It’s not far, and I promise to behave,” he told her.

  He lied.

  When the cab pulled up, he took the fifty dollar bill from her and handed to the cab driver.” Thanks man, but I have a ride,” he said and grinned. The cabbie nodded and sped off.

  Darlene shook her head; such a waste, throwing money away like that. She took his hand, and led him to her modest, compact car. She helped him inside. When she entered, she turned to look at him. Who would believe that in the front seat of her car sat Joe Murphy, a gorgeous hunk of a man and heavyweight boxer. Now who would believe that story? Even more bizarre was that he’d just fucked her like she’d never been fucked before. Nope, she was sure no one would believe her.

  His apartment was twenty minutes from the Coliseum, which was no lie. They were lucky enough to find a parking spot in front of his building. He had fallen sound asleep, and she was grateful for that. “Mr. Murphy,” she said quietly, tapping his shoulder. “Mr. Murphy, we’re here.”

  “Huh?” he said groggily. “Oh, great.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to him, grabbed her by the back of the head and brought her face to his. Before she could protest, he had her lips, and his tongue forced her mouth open. Again, she did nothing to stop him.

  His free hand went right to her full breasts, and he tweaked each nipple, making them hard. “Come up to my place. I promise you, it will be better than on that damn couch.”

  “I can’t. I must get home, and my job−oh, God, my job. I can’t lose my job,” she said, her voice full of stress, trying to pull away from him.

  “Darlene, I won’t keep you long, and I can fix anything to do with your job. That, I promise.” He moved his hand under her dress and pushed his way between her legs. He wasted no time finding her wet center and thrust two fingers into her. His thumb found and rubbed her clit expertly. She began slowly, ever so slowly, to hump his hand.

  “Please, stop. I need to go back. I need to –.”

  His left upper lip rose into a sinister, sexy sneer. With that sneer, the skin beneath his eye crinkled, setting off a mischievous glint in his eye. He had a way about him; that much she’d give him. She was sure that he’d be able to convince her, to dance with the devil.

  He removed his hand and let the wet tip of his index finger run along the inside of her thigh. That move sent shivers of anticipation through her body.

  “I think I need you to help me get upstairs,” he said. He kept his hand on her warm thigh. “Do I have to beg you? I promise you won’t lose your job. I’m a little wobbly. I just need you to help me. ”

  “You don‘t have to beg. Of course, I’ll help you.” She was well aware that once he got her into his apartment all hell would break loose. She had to confess that she didn’t want to miss a moment of it. Yet guilt rushed over her. She had responsibilities and a child to care for. She wasn’t like him; single, without any commitments. However, she didn’t want to scare him away. She wanted him, knowing this would never happen to her again, even if she found a genie in bottle.

  ****

  He convinced her he needed help. When he got her into his apartment, he’d fuck her senseless. He’d had his share of women, but this one was different. She made him feel strong and masculine.

  He should’ve taken the cab home. Why hadn’t he left her alone? She was unlike any of the women he was used to having around him and in his bed. So far, she’d shown him little in the way of sexual skills or deviation. Yet, none of that mattered to him. He had a feeling it would all come naturally.

  When they got to the elevator, he leaned against the wall and smiled like an idiot. She smiled back. He could see a small quiver in her smile. She was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. As the door to the elevator opened, she jumped.

  “Darlene are you okay?” he asked, leaning on her lightly, playing the part of the drunk.

  “I’m fine, just nervous about making sure you get up to your apartment safely.” She held him up against the wall, and he could feel her strength. He felt like a heel, and for a moment, had second thoughts. A moment … that was all it was, as he wrapped his hands around her waist. He pushed the elevator button for the eighth floor and gave her his best, drunken grin.

  “Up we go, then,” he slurred.

  She held onto him tightly. There was genuine concern for him. Now he really felt bad, but another emotion took hold, one he was unfamiliar with, affection. He liked her. He really liked Darlene. His attraction was growing, dangerously growing.

  The elevator doors opened, and they got out. “Darlene, I can stand. I’m too heavy for you. Thanks for worrying, but I’ve gotten home in worse shape. Maybe you should go.” What the fuck was he doing? Had he grown a conscience?

  “I’ll see you to your apartment. I’ve gotten you this far.”

  “Thank you.” Now he was going to let the cat out of the bag. “I had other plans for you though.”

  “Oh, did you?” she said, amused. “I guess I knew that when you put your hand up my dress.”

  He stopped her. “My apartment is here, 37C, you did?” He smiled, taking in her face. He’d couldn’t understand why looking at her pleased him the way it did. “And you still came with me?”

  He scanned her face, noting that pink hue coming to her cheeks again. Being near her aroused him and the pink blush on her cheeks made his cock twinge. It was then he realized his damn cock was at half-mast and the blood slowly heading farther south as they spoke.

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  His hands took her neck, and he slowly pulled her face to his, kissing her gently, pressing into her body. “Come in. Don’t go, please,” he said against her lips.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned.

  “I’m not God, but if you come in, I’ll make sure you have an epiphany.” She smiled, and his erection grew. He groped in his coat pocket for his keys and found them. He pushed her gently from him, turning, getting the key in the slot on the first try. Spectacular, he thought, she had less time to run away.

  He grabbed her hand. They were in his place in seconds, and he was kissing her just as quickly. He wasted little time, deepening the kiss as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She offered no resistance. He stopped for a brief moment to remove his coat, which he let slip to the floor. He slipped hers off her shoulders, and it fell on top of his.

  “I should,” she said, trying to bend to pick her coat up.

  “Fuck the coats, Darlene,” he moaned and took her lips again, crushing her body to his. He wound one arm around her and surprised her by picking her up. He headed for his bedroom.

  They tore at their clothes in a frenzy of sexual excitement. Kissing and touching as they went along. They were naked as they fell back onto the bed. She tried to cover her breasts as he sat up to gaze at her. He moved her hands.

  “Don’t try to cover up. You’re fucking hot. My cock’s so hard right now, and all I can think of is those great tits and these amazing hips, which lead to one fucking gorgeous ass.”

  “It’s just that I’m not even close to those young beautiful women that you’re usually seen with. I’m older, and I have a son.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “You have a kid?”

  “Yes, a little boy. He’s eight, and he’s amazing.”

  He watched her face light up as she spoke about her child. He liked it, her genuine caring for someone other than herself.

  She was right in that she was different from the women he usually dated. She was real, e
very last bit of her was real, and he wanted to taste every inch of her. His cock was raging, and all he could think of was fucking her.

  He lowered his head to her chest and his mouth found her nipples. He sucked one and then the other, causing them to harden. Trailing kisses down her body, he buried his head in the neatly cropped hair of her pussy. Her aroma egged him on. He spread her thighs, and his eyes took in her wet pussy lips. They called to him to taste and eat her.

  He was a man driven by lust as he let his tongue devour her. Her hands grabbed at him, her fingers entwining in his hair. After a few licks, her body rose.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. “I’m cuming like never before! Oh, jeeze,” she cried, holding onto him.

  She came; he could attest to that as those small little ripples converged on his tongue. He let her settle down, and then raised her legs over his shoulders and plunged into her. Sweet mother of God, his mind raged. Fucking her was euphoric. Her vagina encompassed him, as did her body. What was it about her? He hardly knew her, yet, inside, his body raged with need for her. Did he dare take a step into unknown territory? This woman needed more than he thought he was capable of giving. Was he that much of a bastard? Would he use her like the rest?

  His mind raced with thoughts, and then the lust and hunger took over. His mouth took hers. The kiss was deep and carnal. His heart raced uncontrollably in his chest, and his breathing became heavy and labored. He was drowning. Every inch of him was pouring into her. Had she any idea?

  His balls tightened, as did her legs around him as she returned his deep kisses. Breathless. Dizzy with need. He spiraled as his orgasm came crashing in on him. She pushed at him, strained beneath him.

  “Please, no. Pull out!” she begged. “Please!”

  Joe heard her, but it was far too late. He was helpless.

  “Fuck,” she screamed and took his lips. Her body arched up to meet his, and her insides grabbed him hard. Her body pulled and contracted around his cock as they climaxed together, his hot seed pumping into her.

  “Fuck,” he managed to whisper. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered. He’d always been so careful. What happened?

  “Darlene, I …”

  “No, I’m as much to blame. What was I thinking, coming here with you? You’re, you’re a completely irresponsible man. I actually thought maybe; get off me, please,” she said. He could hear the helplessness in her voice.

  He didn’t know what to say. She was right. He was irresponsible. He’d put his foot in his mouth. “Sorry. You’re right. But I…”

  “Oh God, get off me. Just, please …”

  “Okay, okay, please relax.” He pulled out of her, his cock still dripping with his cum. He looked down at her pussy, his cum dripped from her. His orgasm was massive, and he had no doubt he’d unloaded more sperm than he’d had in a long time. He had plenty of condoms. His plan was to fuck her; why hadn’t he thought a little ahead.

  Her arm was over her eyes, and she wasn’t moving, just breathing. However, he couldn’t miss the tears running down her cheeks. “Darlene, saying I’m sorry isn’t enough. I know that. If something happens, I’ll foot the bill for everything and make sure you get a reputable doctor. If it even comes to that.” The look on her face tore into him. It would have been easier if she had punched him in the face.

  “Of course you will. Men like you always have the money to fix things. Please get off me. Let me up. I need to get cleaned up and get back to my job.” She sat up and pushed away from him.

  There wasn’t any physical contact, but it was as if she kicked him in the gut. Deep inside he felt the pain of her words. His chest tightened as he scanned her face and he wondered what if she wound up pregnant. The thought should be scaring the shit out of him; instead, a strange feeling of warmth encompassed him. What the fuck was happening to him?

  He got up and walked naked to the bathroom. He returned with a warm wet washcloth. She’d begun dressing. Her lacy bra was already on. He took her by the hand, laid her down, and gently spread her legs apart.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, resisting his attention and trying to close her legs.

  “Cleaning you. My damn semen is dripping down your legs. Just relax.”

  “Oh,” she answered and turned her head from him.

  He was gentle, and his emotions were on high alert. This was something he could do all the time; take care of her and be this intimate with her. He bent his head and kissed the top of one of her thighs. She gasped. He raised his head to look at her, and she smiled.

  “I have to go, Joe Murphy. I can’t lose my job. Damn it, you’re a hard man to be angry with.”

  “Lose your job? That’s not going to happen, Darlene that I can promise. I’m not going to apologize for my actions. I will admit that it was a stupid fucking move on my part. However, lately that’s all I’ve been doing in my life. It’s like if I can fuck up, I will.”

  She sat up, swung her legs off the bed, and grabbed her panties. She slipped them on quickly. Her uniform was right next to her, and she slipped it on as he watched.

  He got up, still naked, and grabbed his wallet. “Here, buy that son of yours something nice.”

  “I can’t take that.”

  “Yes you can. It’s for your kid, not you, and it’s not without some thought on my part. I’m not doing this to embarrass you or thank you for a great time. No, Darlene. Tell your son it’s from Joe Murphy, the next heavyweight champion of the world. It’s time I got my shit together.”

  Her hand shook as she took the money. “I need to go,” she said quietly.

  “Let me get your coat,” he said, as he grabbed a black robe from a chair in the room. He helped her on with her coat and said nothing. She was as silent. He kissed her lips softly and led her to his door. She touched his face. “Bye, Joe Murphy,” she said softly and left.

  He stood in her wake, solemn and humbled. Could a woman like her possibly help him regain the man he once was? He could still smell her. She’d touched something inside of him. He wanted more. He wanted Darlene Russo, but he didn’t deserve her. He’d make himself worthy of her somehow, someway.

  Chapter Five

  She stripped off her clothing until she was naked. Normally she jumped in the shower before heading to bed, but after last night, she found it impossible to wash his smell from her. She was acting like an infatuated fifteen year old. She slipped under the covers of her bed.

  Naked and aroused, her hands wandered over her body, rubbing her already erect nipples. She moaned and spread her legs wide, rubbed her clit vigorously, her mind on the hour she’d spent with him. Her clit still swollen, reacted to her touch. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “Oh, yes,” she said breathlessly and came.

  She wrapped the covers over her naked body and sighed. She fell asleep.

  When she woke up, she had to recollect what day it was and was grateful it was Sunday. This was her one day off. After her encounter with Joe, she had managed to get back to work and put in an hour before it was time to punch out. No one had noticed she was missing. The place was so damn big, and she was thankful for that.

  She checked her small alarm clock on her nightstand. It said ten a.m. Devon! Her mind raced. Oh, God, had he heard her, or had he seen her. She quickly got up, grabbed her robe from the back of her bedroom door, and wrapped it around her. She ran into the main living area of her apartment and found him there, playing with his action figures.

  “Hi, Mommy!” the dark haired little boy said.

  “Oh, hi, baby,” she said, holding her arms open for him.

  “I’m hungry, Mommy, but I didn’t want to wake you.”

  She smiled at her son. Devon was a beautiful child and a good one. She’d been lucky all around. He was a smart kid. Her job at the Coliseum was a perfect fit for her. It pay was decent and the overnight hours, gave her time during the day to spend with her son. Her neighbor, who helped during the nights, was a godsend. Darlene treated her like family and paid her well for taking care of her son
while she worked. Devon was the most important person in her life. Doing without the creature comforts to make sure he had what he needed, never mattered to her. She went over to him, kissed, and hugged him.

  “Mommy got scared little man. I told you to come and wake me when you get up.”

  “I did, Mommy. I tired. You moaned and told me to come in here. You were so tired. Sorry, Mommy, I just wanted to play.”

  She ruffled his dark hair. She needed a cup of coffee badly. She put on a pot of coffee, and then sat down trying to retrace the events of the past night. Dear God, she thought, could that man fuck. No, better yet, he knew how to please a woman, even as drunk as he was. She wanted to stop him, should have stopped him, but she had to admit he was the kind of man she was physically attracted to.

  He was at least six feet two inches tall and put together as a man should be; broad shoulders, a hard muscled chest, great thighs, with an impressive cock. Oh, yes, that cock had entered her and stretched her to the max. Then there was his tongue and how it found her clitoris and wove some kind of magic on it. When she climaxed, there was no holding her body back. Her juices ran down her legs, and he made no bones about licking her clean. The thought was making her wet and needy again. She had to stop thinking about him. Her night with Joe Murphy had haunted her dreams.

  The coffee had finished percolating, and she got up to lower it. She waited a few minutes to let it settle then poured herself a cup. The hot, rich, strong liquid was exactly what she needed to clear her head of the handsome, sexy, Joe Murphy. But it wasn’t working. Her belly ached, and her nipples hardened. She sat with the cup and took a sip. That bastard had awakened her needs, needs she’d put aside for years, needs that had gotten her in trouble once before, needs that had resulted in Devon. She’d never be sorry for her son, but she couldn’t let her wanton nature take hold of her again, not now. She had to raise a child.

  Darlene sighed. Who was she kidding? That was a one-time deal with the gorgeous boxer. In the light of day, she was sure the party-boy wouldn’t give her a second glance. He had some of the most beautiful woman knocking at his door. She ran her finger around the rim of her cup. She had to wonder what it would be like to be with a man like Joe Murphy. As of late, she’d read a great deal of derogatory news about the heavyweight boxer. They said he was a contender for the championship title, but his lifestyle would eventually ruin him. He’d been arrested for his rowdy behavior, his drinking, and for the possession of drugs. She could deal with two of his bad habits but not the drugs.