He ran his hand down her stomach towards her mound, which he cupped again. It was a mark of possession.
She was his.
Sliding one finger along her slit, he slipped it inside her and just held it there as he sucked on her nipple.
She writhed on the couch, trying to push herself up against his finger.
“Kassim, please,” she begged as he lightly dragged his teeth over one taut nipple.
“Please what?” he asked gruffly, moving another finger inside her before returning to her nipple.
“Please, make me come. Please, move your fingers. Or better yet, replace them with your cock.”
His eyebrows rose. He’d thought he would have to coax her into saying what she needed. Turns out, he was wrong.
“You need me to fuck you,” he murmured.
“Yes, please, please.”
“Do you need to come?”
“Yes, yes, I need to come.”
He pressed a finger against her clit. She thrust her hips back and forth, trying to get some friction from his thumb against her clit.
“Do not move.”
“I can’t!” she cried out as he licked at her nipple.
“You can. You must stay nice and still.”
“Why?” she wailed.
“Because I command it. I am in control here, not you. I decide when you come, if you come.”
Another sob but she stopped moving around. A surge of satisfaction filled him. This is what he wanted, what he craved. He liked her fire and sass, but there were times he needed her submission.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned. “Do you know what happens to good girls, tamiya?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Good girls get to come.”
Another sob.
“What a clever girl you are to stay so still for me. Now, I’m going to play with your nipples for a while. You’re going to stay still and if you do that for me, then I will reward you.”
A small whimper. She gave him a sad look.
“I am not Matek, tamiya,” he told her. “That pouting doesn’t work on me.”
She huffed out a sigh. “That’s not fair. I thought that was my superhero power.”
If she learned that she didn’t need a superpower, that she already had them all wrapped around her finger, well . . . they would all be in trouble.
But he still had the power to resist those pouting lips and big eyes.
Just.
It was hard. There was no denying that.
He lowered his mouth to her lips and kissed her until they were both breathing rapidly. His heart pounded, lust for her so powerful it was nearly overwhelming.
To his surprise, she managed to stay still despite his fingers spearing her pussy. He returned his mouth to her nipples, sucking on one then the other. Her moans were like the sweetest symphony and she clenched her pussy down on his fingers, almost cutting off circulation.
His dick was so hard, it pressed uncomfortably against his pants. Maybe he should have her suck him off first so that he didn’t come so quickly.
But he needed a taste of her so badly.
Moving his mouth from her nipples, he slid his fingers free of her pussy.
“No, please,” she begged.
“Shh,” he told her as he stood and stripped. “Take off your bra and shirt then lie back down with your legs spread wide. I need a taste of that pussy.”
“Oh thank you, Batman,” she muttered.
“Not Batman,” he told her. “Daddy, Kassim, or Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. Her gaze was riveted on him as he stripped off.
“Do as you were told, tamiya, unless you would prefer I ordered you to your knees to suck me off.”
Her eyes widened and her gaze went to his now free dick. He stood there, naked in front of her. He wasn’t built as big as Matek but his morning work-out meant that he kept in shape.
Still he had never felt quite so desirable as he did right then with her gaze eating him.
“Can we do both, Sir?” she asked sweetly.
Hunger filled him and he wrapped his hand around his dick, rubbing it up and down the shaft. “You want my cock in your mouth?”
“Please, Sir. So badly.”
“Then get undressed and on your knees.”
He groaned as she quickly stood. Then she undressed, revealing all of that creamy skin that he longed to kiss. She moved down onto her knees. He was grateful for the thick carpet as she landed with a bit of a thump. They’d work on that.
She reached for his dick but he stepped back, shaking his head. She stared up at him in surprise.
“Ask for it,” he told her in a gruff voice. “Ask to touch my cock.”
She had to ask to touch?
Sheesh. Gary used to shove her hand down his pants or gag her trying to shove his dick into her mouth.
You know what, Margie was welcome to Gary. He’d hardly been a catch.
“Or do you no longer want to suck my cock?” He took another step back and she whimpered, staring at his dick eagerly.
“Please, Sir, may I suck your cock?”
“You may,” he replied. “But you’re only to use your mouth, not your hands. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She wasn’t entirely sure why, but she got a huge rush from doing what he said. Maybe it was the satisfaction in his voice or the way he seemed to relax more with each moment that she submitted to him, or her need to please him.
“Good girl. I’m going to hold your hair to grab you, but I won’t force my dick into your mouth and at any time you can draw back. Or you can slap my thigh, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She parted her lips as he guided his dick into her mouth. A murmur of pleasure escaped her as he wrapped his hand around her hair and started to pump in and out of her mouth.
“Your mouth is so hot. So wet. You do not know how hard it is not to come in your mouth again.”
She thought that sounded like a good idea. She peered up at him, trying to convey that thought to him. He smiled down at her. “I’m not a teenager who can recover quickly anymore, I’m afraid. And I want to come in your tight pussy more than in your mouth.”
It surprised her that he liked to talk dirty. It was almost enough to have her coming without him even touching her.
He slowly pumped in and out of her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around him, sucking on his shaft as he drew back out. His breathing became faster and her own arousal grew. She reached a hand down to her pussy. All she’d need was to touch her clit. Just flick it a few times to send her over the edge.
She whimpered as he drew his dick free from her mouth.
“No touching yourself without permission,” he growled at her. “Your orgasms are mine right now. You don’t get to come without permission and if you do, then you won’t like the consequences.”
She licked her lips. “Consequences? Like another spanking?” She thought she might be able to do that. Although her burning butt said otherwise.
“Consequences like no orgasms for a week.”
Holy hell, Batman.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, I would. And I know that Matek forbid you from coming without one of us there.”
“So mean.”
“Stay right there,” he ordered her as he walked over and grabbed the cushion that she’d been lying on earlier. He set it down on the floor. “I want you to lie with your lower back on this again. Then bend your knees and spread your legs.”
He was killing her. But she also really wanted to come. Needed him inside her. So she lay back and spread her legs wide.
“Very nice. You’re being such a good girl. I’m going to taste you now. You’re going to lie still while I feast. But you cannot come. Understand? Not without permission.”
“I don’t know if I can hold it off.”
“You can,” he told her firmly. “If you get too close then call out yellow. Understand?”
“Yes
, Sir.”
“That’s my girl.” He kissed his way down her thigh then across her mound. Using almost delicate strokes of his tongue, he lapped at her slit, running his tongue from the bottom to the top then pressing against her clit.
It was so hard to stay still. But she did her best as he tortured her. He flicked at her clit until she was close to yelling yellow. Until her thighs were trembling and it felt like her body might explode. Then he moved his tongue lower, pushing it deep inside her. His thumb pressed against her clit, just adding pressure. The need to move, to come, rode her.
She didn’t know how long he ate at her. But by the time he pulled away, her body was coated in sweat and she felt like she’d been out jogging. Not that she ever jogged. But she figured this is how fast her heart would race if she did.
Kassim laid kisses along her stomach then up to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth. After letting her go, he placed his hands on either side of her head. “How are you doing?”
“I’m dying,” she told him pitifully.
“Poor baby,” he said with fake sympathy. “Too bad you have to wait a bit longer.”
“No, Sir, no!” she wailed as he kissed back down her body to return to her pussy. He drove her wild again. There was no way she could hold back. She just couldn’t. But then he slid his two fingers free of her passage and moved them lower, down to her puckered asshole.
She tensed, pressing her ass cheeks together.
“Tamiya?” he queried.
“I, um, are you sure you want to touch me there?” she asked.
“You said it wasn’t a hard limit. And we need to start preparing you.”
“Aric already plugged me,” she told him.
He froze. “Did he?”
“Is that wrong?” she asked.
“Wrong? Why would it be wrong?”
“I don’t know. I mean, they told me that there’s a tradition that the oldest brother has to, um . . .”
“Have sex with you first?” he supplied. “There is. But that doesn’t mean I have to be the first one to play with your asshole.”
“Good to know,” she muttered. “I was definitely wondering about that.”
“Glad I could enlighten you. Now, unless you have objections, I’d like to get back to what I was doing.”
“No objections,” she squeaked out.
“Good, just relax,” he told her.
“Why do people keep telling me to relax when they want to stick something up my butt? Things aren’t supposed to go up your butt, it’s impossible to relax,” she muttered then let out a gasp of pleasure as he sucked on her clit.
Oh hell. Oh hell.
One finger dipped down between her ass cheeks, pressing against her hole.
Oh hell. Oh hell.
There was no way she could stop herself from coming. It wasn’t happening. Then he drew his mouth back from her clit.
She took big breaths, trying to calm herself down.
“Would you prefer I use a condom?” They’d already spoken about this and she was on a pill while they were regularly tested. But she appreciated him asking again.
“No condom.”
Did that mean the torture was over? Please let it be over.
She felt like there were small tremors running under her skin. Then he was leaning over her, pressing the head of his dick to her entrance. Slowly, he moved inside her. Inch by agonizing inch. His mouth captured hers as he pushed in deep.
“You feel so good. So hot. You’re clamping down around me. I don’t think I’m going to last long.”
“Please move, Sir. I can’t take it. Please. Please.”
He pulled back then drove forward. With each drive of his hips, he moved faster, harder. She wrapped her hands around his neck, holding on for dear life. Then he slid back.
“No, please, Sir!” she cried.
“Shh, easy,” he told her. “I want you to roll over. Stay up on your knees, but put your head down on the floor.”
She rolled and he moved in behind her, his dick sliding into her once more. This time he moved even harder. Reaching around her, he flicked at her clit.
“Please, Sir, may I come?”
“Come, tamiya. Come now.”
He continued to flick her clit until she came. Her body seemed to float. Time suspended as she pulsed around his firm dick. When she came back into her body, she realized he was still driving himself into her. His breathing had quickened and she thought he was close.
With one final drive, he let out a loud groan as he came. She collapsed onto the floor. He rolled her to her side then curled her against his body, holding her tight. She’d never felt anything like that before. But she knew it wouldn’t take much to get addicted.
27
“What do you think, Daddy Matty?” She held up her picture proudly.
Matek eyed it. They were sitting up in bed together. Yesterday, after Kassim had spanked her then made love to her, she’d spent the rest of the day and night with him. They’d spent half the night having sex and the rest sleeping.
This morning, when he’d left his room he’d seemed more relaxed. After showering, she’d written that silly essay for later. Then she’d come into Matek’s room, only to find him in a bad mood because he’d barely slept at all. Damn stubborn man refused all pain medication.
Plus, Tavi had to help massage him for his therapy and that made him even less happy.
“It looks like a unicorn threw up after eating a pixie,” he grumbled.
“Daddy!” she gasped, horrified. “It does not! Take that back.”
He just grunted. The TV was on but she didn’t think he was really watching the movie that was playing.
She sighed as another sex scene came on, their noises of pleasure filling the room.
“Daddy, I know what you’re doing,” she told him, continuing with her picture and trying to ignore what was on the screen. But her clit was throbbing in reaction.
“What?”
“You’re trying to push me away. Cause you’re in a grumpy mood. Cause you’re too stubborn to take your pills or let anyone look after you.” She put down her picture. “You know if I acted like you, I’d get a punishment in the naughty notebook.” She snapped her fingers. “That’s what we’ll do. We’ll start a naughty notebook for you. I’ll go find a spare notebook.”
“You will not,” he grumbled, reaching out to gently grasp her arm. “No notebook.”
“Okay, I can keep it up here.” She tapped her temple. “So far, we’re up to fifty.”
His eyebrows rose. “Fifty?”
“You’ve been really, really, really naughty.”
“No punishments, minx.”
She widened her eyes. “But, Daddy, that’s not fair. If I’m naughty I get punished.”
He just crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. “And who is going to punish me?”
“Me, of course. I’ll have to find a paddle that won’t break on your backside, though.”
“Not happening.”
She grumbled under her breath about stubborn, grumpy daddies who needed a kick up the backside.
Matek leaned over and looked at her picture. “Does the unicorn have diarrhea?”
“Daddy Matty!” she scolded, although she saw the way his lips twitched. Oh, so now he was having fun?
“For your information, this is a picture of the colosseum.”
His sharp gaze turned to her. “Why are you drawing that?”
She shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to visit. I know I likely won’t get to, but I would love to go to Rome and soak in the history of the place. Then go to Venice and ride on a gondola. Cinque Terre and walk through the villages. Loire Valley in France and visit all the castles or travel down the Rhine. Visit Yellowstone in the US. Go to Alaska and see a bear.”
“You got a lot of places to visit.”
“Oh yeah, that’s only the tip of the iceberg. There’s so much out there to see.” She sighed sadly.
“Why can’t you go?”
“Did you see the way I reacted on the flight over here?” she asked dryly.
“Can get help with that.”
She shrugged. “Maybe. But also, it’s expensive to travel and while I have a bit of money saved it’s not enough to pay for a big trip to Europe or America.”
Reaching out, he gently grasped her chin and turned her to face him. “We’re rich.”
“I know. But that’s your money.”
“Nope. Our money. Write down where you want to go. We’ll make it happen.”
“But you can’t leave Escana that much.”
“We’ll sort it. Write.” He tapped the piece of paper.
“You’re so bossy, Daddy Matty.”
“Apparently I’m bossy, grumpy and need a kick up the backside.”
“Oops, heard that, did you?” She sent him a big grin.
“Sitting right here.”
The door to the bedroom opened. “I come bearing gifts!” Aric stepped in carrying some packages.
“What is it? What is it?” she asked, slipping onto her knees in excitement and sending her coloring stuff flying. “Whoopsie. Get that later.” She climbed off the bed. Today, she was dressed in some pale blue leggings and a soft sweater that Aric bought her. She knew it cost something ridiculous but it was sooo soft.
She jumped up and down, clapping her hands. “Are they for me?”
“No, they’re for me.”
Oh. Silly her. Still, she was happy for him. “What did you buy yourself, Daddy?”
“He was joking, baby,” Matek told her.
“So they are for me?”
“Course they are. I found this really cool store the other day and ordered this stuff.” Aric opened a package and pulled out a nurse’s outfit.
“Naughty nurse’s outfit?” Matek asked dryly.
“Not a naughty nurse. Well, maybe a bit. But these came from a shop for Littles. This was in the roleplay section. And look, it comes with a doctor’s kit.”
“Eek! Daddy Matty now I can be a proper nurse to you.”
Matek stared at the stuff suspiciously.
“You sure can,” Aric agreed. “I’m sure Daddy Matty would love that.”
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