by Riley Ashby
“Did I do it right?” I asked, sucking on my fingertip. “Do I get a reward now?”
He set down his own glass, leaning back on his hands. “We’ll see. I guess I did promise you something for obeying my orders.”
I pushed the plates aside and crawled across the distance between us. It was only a few inches, but it seemed to take forever. He was frozen as I moved, only his eyes betraying that he even knew I was there.
I climbed up his body, hands on his thighs, then chest, then around his neck as I pulled myself onto his lap. Still his hands remained at his side, holding up his body, not encircling me.
“Gonna hold back on me now?” I was trying to tease him, but I sounded desperate even to myself; the kisses I landed on his neck felt foolhardy and rash. He didn’t make a single move to return my affections. Maybe I had misread this situation. With a sigh, I began to slide off him.
His hands clapped across my back.
He pulled me back to him, against his chest, running his lips over the curve of my ear. “No, Josie. I’m not going to hold back one bit.”
He stood in one smooth movement, bringing me with him, his rock-hard cock pushing against me through his jeans.
It’s happening, I thought as I gasped against his lips, fingers clutching his shoulders as tightly as I could bear. It’s finally happening.
He dropped me on the bed and pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, the muscles of his abs and chest flexing enough to make my mouth water at the sight. My fingers twitched, aching to touch him, but he seized my hands before I could make contact.
“You made me a promise, remember?” He ran his nose along my jaw and down my neck. I realized he was always on my left side, making sure I could hear him and sense his movements. He never went to my deaf side, and it made my heart swell with affection even more. Did he even realize he was doing it? Would someone who didn’t care, who was planning to run off the moment he could pay that much attention to my comfort?
I didn’t think so.
“You promised you’d listen to me. And obey me. Do you remember, baby girl?”
I tried to speak, but my throat was dry; I settled for nodding vigorously.
“Good. Take off your shirt.” He bit one of my breasts through the fabric before I could make a move to do so. I moaned and arched into his mouth, and he let me go. “Now.”
I sat up and pulled my shirt up over my head, much less fluidly than he did. It caught on my head, and I almost died as the blush rose to my cheeks, but Archer’s sure hands arrived to save the day, pulling it the rest of the way.
“A little nervous?” His eyes were locked on my nipples poking through my bra.
“I guess so,” I whispered. His gaze snapped to mine.
“I’d say we don’t have to, but …”
“We do.” I slid one of my bra straps down my shoulder, then the other. “Do you want me to take off my bra, Daddy?”
He nodded as his gaze slid back to my chest, and I reached behind me as slowly as I could manage to unhook the clasp. The minute the band fell free, he grabbed at the fabric and tore it away, sending it flying across the room.
“Yes,” he whispered, lowering his face to rub between my breasts. “I knew you’d have perfect tits.” I let my head fall back at the feel of his beard on my sensitive skin, pushing myself up and into him. I craved far more touch than what he was giving me.
“Grab them,” I said, and he obliged all too willingly. His thumbs tugged and tweaked at my nipples. He knew how to inject just the right amount of pain.
His mouth followed; his hot, wet tongue against my chin sending chills to the rest of my body not covered by him.
“And your skin …” His tongue ran up to my neck where he sucked on the skin right at the pulse point. “It tastes so sweet.”
“Come here.” I pulled his lips back to mine. “Don’t tease me anymore, please. Can you feel me?” I snagged one of his hands and pushed it down the front of my pants. He groaned as his fingers found my pussy. “I’m so wet, Archer.”
He freed his hands so he could fumble with the remainder of my clothes. I threw my hands through his arms in order to pull at the button of his own jeans, pushing them over his hips as he yanked off my shorts and threw them aside.
His fingers were at my pussy again, parting my lips and spreading slick arousal along my thighs. “Fucking soaking, like a bitch.” He sucked on my nipples again as he impaled me with one finger, then another. “I’m gonna spread you so wide for me.”
Every filthy word out of his lips drove me even farther up the wall. I slid farther onto the bed as he pushed himself over me, cock pressing into my belly while his fingers continued to work their magic between my thighs.
“Please, Daddy, it’s not enough.” We kissed long and hard, breaking apart when the lack of oxygen had stars swimming in my vision. “I need you inside me.”
He twitched his fingers, eliciting another gasp. “You said we don’t need protection?”
“Not if you believe me.”
He bit my earlobe. “You wouldn’t lie to your Daddy.”
He pulled back and flipped me onto my stomach, hand between my shoulder blades pressing me into the mattress. His knee came between my legs to kick them wide, then he yanked me back so my feet hit the ground on the side of the bed.
“Grab the mattress,” he warned, and my fingers closed around the sheets a moment before he slammed into me.
I gasped and rose on my toes, causing him to grunt as he bucked his hips harder against my backside. “Jesus you’re tight,” he said through gritted teeth. His hands came down on my ass, pulling my cheeks wide apart as he drove into me. I pushed back into his hands, forcing him to lean farther back as he tried to pull himself almost all the way out before burying inside me again. “Is my cock big enough for your tight little pussy?”
I could only moan in reply, biting the sheets in an attempt to control myself. I was out of my body with pleasure, unsure whether he was still behind me or controlling me some other way. His fingers probed at my asshole, the place I knew many girls were scared to venture, but where I had been a dozen times before without a say in the matter.
“Do you like it there?” he asked breathlessly, sliding a thumb down to soak up my wetness between strokes of his cock.
“Yes, please,” I moaned. When his thumb slipped inside me, I detonated around him, every muscle in my body contracting to hold him inside while I sought my pleasure.
“Fuck!” He tore his hand away and pulled me upright, his cock still deep in me, and held my back against his chest while he spurted inside me, cum leaking from where we joined and running down my legs. So he always had a big load, then. Not that I was complaining. He swiped his fingers up the inside of my thigh and brought them to my lips, where I obediently sucked his cum off his fingers, before he repeated the motion on the other side. He tossed me down on the bed facing him as he finally withdrew. His cock was still half-hard, glistening with our mingled juices, and the look in his eyes said he was nowhere near finished with me.
“You have five minutes to recover,” he said. “Then I’m coming for you again.”
I laid back and pulled my heels up on the bed, spreading myself wide in front of him. He cursed and grabbed his dick.
“I’m here whenever you’re ready, Daddy.”
I walked the house for hours once she fell asleep, desperate to alleviate the aching in my chest. I’d slept with my client—several times. A woman who was still reeling from the effects of months of sexual abuse and captivity. She was on the verge of a breakdown daily and completely reliant on the people around her for support and validation. She’d sought it from me for weeks, and I gave it back to her with every kiss and touch. I paid it to her a hundredfold with those orgasms.
My heartache was guilt of the highest order. But in no way did it even compare to my relief. Relief at finally giving in to her persuasions and my own longings and touching her … everywhere … again and again. I didn
’t think I’d ever get sick of her soft rose-petal skin beneath my fingertips or the twitch of her lips against mine as she came while I was inside her. The warmth of the deepest part of her wrapped around my cock, my fingers, my tongue. I wanted that lingering shame to dissipate before I went to her again. I walked into a room a few hallways over from where she slept and gazed out at the front yard. It was mostly concrete, a wide driveway meant to receive droves of people for parties and galas, but everything looked beautiful in the light of what had happened only a few minutes ago.
I didn’t jump when her small hands slid around my middle, playing with the hem of my gym shorts.
“What’s this one mean?” Her lips whispered against my spine, pressing into the clock tattooed between my shoulder blades. She had to lift her head to reach it; her chin grazed my spine.
“It means nothing.” I spun in her arms to face her, holding her face between my hands. “I just wanted a new tattoo.”
She raised one eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Keep your secrets, then. I’ll tease them out of you eventually.” Her hand slid beneath the hem of my shorts, wrapping around my cock as I hardened swiftly. “I’ll tease this right now.”
Before she could tempt me even further, I jerked her hands away and pushed her against the wall.
“No,” I growled. “It’s my turn.”
She wasn’t wearing any shorts, just one of my shirts barely buttoned over her chest. I dropped to my knees and jerked up the hem, groaning in relief to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. I grabbed her right leg and hooked it over my shoulder, and her hands went to my hair in order to keep her balance.
“Let’s go back to the room,” she breathed, but I shook my head as I buried my face in the soft skin between her thighs.
“No. I want you here, where anyone could walk in.”
I nipped at her softness, marveling at how she tasted beneath my lips. The sweetest honey mixed with what I could only assume was traces of my own cum still on her skin. It made me so hard I almost creamed my pants to have her writhing beneath me and still tasting like me. Like what I’d done to her.
My tongue darted out to lick her sensitive nub, and she melted a little more onto my face.
“That’s so good, Daddy,” she moaned, and I laughed. I had barely touched her.
“Be quiet, baby girl. Don’t want to wake up the household.” She whimpered, and I knew she was pursing her lips together. I licked right up and down her slit, not moving my head but just extending my tongue. Her folds were smooth as silk, arousal dripping onto my tongue so I had to swallow in order to avoid choking myself.
“You’re delicious, Josie. I could eat you forever.”
“Please do.” She was panting and that raised my own fervor. I increased the speed of my tongue and focused on her clit again, licking even faster when her hands tightened in my hair.
“Just like that, just like that, just like THAT!”
She shouted the last word and came on my tongue like a tidal wave. I moaned and grabbed myself to keep from coming as I tasted her, sucking and coaxing all I could get from her.
“Perfection,” I whispered when she had come down from her high. I smeared my lips against the inside of her thigh, leaving some of her wetness there for her to feel as she walked. She dragged my face to hers as I rose, swirling her tongue around my lips to taste herself.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered against me. I swept her up into my arms.
“You rest, baby.” I kissed her forehead. “I think that’s about all you can handle tonight.”
She shook her head. “I can take as much as you want to give me.”
I frowned, glad she couldn’t see me in the dark. Still, she wanted to do whatever it took to make me happy. Where did my desires end and hers begin? How could I know what made her happy and what was a show put on for me?
Girls don’t come on your face if they’re faking it for you.
I hadn’t taken a second to ask her what she wanted. I went off her cues, sure, but we still hadn’t talked. I swallowed, thinking I’d have to get over that hurdle with her. It shouldn’t be too hard. She was always trying to talk to me, after all.
In our bedroom, I removed the shirt she’d been wearing so I could look at her tits as I slid her underneath the sheets, then crawled in next to her. I ran my hands over every part of her body until she was squirming, refusing to let sleep take her while I still clearly had so much need, such a desire to touch her while she was awake. I put my hands away and tried to keep still, but she placed them back on her breasts and kissed me until I pushed her into the mattress again.
“Put your hand over my mouth,” she gasped. I didn’t hesitate a second, loving the way her head sank farther into the pillow while my palm pushed against her lips. She started making more noise then, muffled by my hand. It sounded so fucking sexy I had to stop moving for a moment to keep myself from coming when I wanted to fuck her into oblivion while she made those noises. But she wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my ass as she raised her hips up and fucked me while I held completely still until I gave up. I thrust as hard as I could, headboard slamming against the wall, her muffled scream filling my ears as I finally emptied into her again.
When I peeled my hand back from her damp lips, she sat forward immediately to kiss me, dragging me down to lie next to her. She clutched us together tight as we fell asleep, until we felt like one person and one breath.
Finally being with him filled me with a lightness I never could have imagined existed for someone like me.
He lay down next to me as I slipped into sleep, worn out from the excitement of the past several days and the way I quaked around him as he took me. His body pressing against mine, invading my space, should have repulsed me, but I crushed myself closer to him in the bed as he wrapped his arms around me.
I awoke cloaked in the scent of coconut from his beard oil; the colors of his skin bled onto mine, we were wrapped so tight. I sighed against the warmth of his chest and slipped my leg a little tighter between his.
“Careful,” he said drowsily. His voice was at least three octaves deeper than it normally was. I kissed his throat, wondering if he was ill.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m always a little more baritone first thing in the morning.” He shifted to bury his face in my hair, hiding from the morning light streaming through the windows. “I don’t want to go anywhere today.”
“We don’t have to.” I let my fingers run up and down his spine as I rested my chin on his head. I didn’t mind the morning light; I had missed him while I was sleeping.
Sharp teeth on my clavicle caused me to yelp and pull away, but he held me fast.
“I told you to be careful, then you go rubbing my back.” His mouth latched over one of my nipples. I let my head fall back, and a moan escaped as he tended to it with his tongue, slowly nudging it to a stiff peak before moving to my other breast.
“What’s my punishment?” I kept my fingers moving across his skin as he shifted on top of me. He didn’t give me any space; I was pinned against the mattress with his weight.
He grinned as he moved my legs apart with his knees.
It was rough again; his hand over my mouth as he drove me into the pillow and mattress. But his other hand roamed freely, gently touching me and smoothing over my skin. When it was over, he led a trail of kisses from my neck to my navel, then back to my mouth.
“Let’s get you some food.”
We had it brought to the room because I didn’t want the judging eyes on me yet. They’d surely know now, especially since we took breakfast by ourselves, but I wanted to avoid the questions a little bit longer. But when we’d eaten and sipped our coffee and the sun was well on its way to the middle of the sky, he pushed me out the door to the daily yoga practice.
“I have to talk to Castel and Ellery anyway. I’ll come find you when I’m free.”
“Can you tell me what you found out from that guy?”
H
e frowned, intending to push me off again, but I put my hand on his arm. “Please, Archer, you said you’d keep me more in the loop. I deserve some sort of update.”
He huffed a little. “He didn’t give us that much.”
I frowned. “You’re lying.”
“Damn right, I’m lying.”
“You promised—”
“I know what I promised!” He turned away from me to yank open the door to the bedroom. “I don’t have anything to tell you right now. I will talk to you when we have something.” He gestured out the door. “Now go do your damn yoga or whatever it is.”
It hurt me that he pushed me away, but I couldn’t act too aggrieved about it. That was why he’d been so adamant with me that he would still be leaving at the end of this.
“I’ll go,” I said, walking down the hallway backward, “but you need to give me something today.”
He shook his head. “Lose the attitude, Josie.”
I flipped him off with my good hand. It was a big show, though, because walking down the hallway without him made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t help but turn to look at him. He had one foot in the hallway, watching me walk away. And for all his big talk, his tough words, and telling me to keep my distance emotionally, there was no hiding the pinched expression on his face. That was all it took to quell my anger at him. Just like that, I was on his side again. He knew best, even if he pissed me off in the process.
I pouted all the way to the lawn, sure they would have started without me anyway. But the three girls were sitting on their yoga mats waiting for me, Tori’s and Vail’s hands against Sophie’s belly.
“I can’t feel anything,” Tori complained.
“Well, I told you, you wouldn’t. Ellery said he can, but I think he’s lying. You’ll have to wait a few more weeks.” Sophie beamed at me standing awkwardly watching them. “This must look pretty weird.”
“A little,” I conceded, sitting next to them. No one seemed in a hurry to get started. I prepared myself for a barrage of questions. Vail opened her mouth as if to speak, but Sophie cut her off.