On His Knees (Stronghold Book 3)

by Golden Angel

  The dress dropped in one piece, taking the panties with it, and pooling around her ankles in a puddle of frothy pink. Hilary felt absolutely breathless as Liam made a slow perusal of her body, looking her up and down, as if he'd never seen her naked before. His eyes lingered on her pink, swollen nipples and the soft blonde curls on her mound, before he began walking around her so that he could inspect her from every side. Fingers brushed over the swell of her bottom as he walked past, and she shivered, goose bumps running over her skin.

  When he came back around to face her again, his eyes were hot and hard. "On your knees."

  Hilary knelt, the dress providing a cushion for her knees. She was right on eye level with the front of Liam's bulging pants; when she coyly looked up at him, his eyes were glittering with eager lust.

  "Take out my cock."

  She undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing the thick rod and wrapping her fingers around it. One hand on his thigh, she pumped his cock with the other, stroking his length.

  "You're so big," she crooned, squeezing her fingers tightly around him. If she wasn't so aroused, she probably would have giggled because the line was so cheesy, but it was the truth.

  She was rather surprised that he didn't stop her, but he just moaned and let her stroke him, his head tipping up slightly while he enjoyed the feel of her hand pleasuring him. After a few minutes, he reached out and touched the top of her head, caressing her hair with his fingers.

  "Suck me." His voice was almost hoarse, eyes feverish as he looked down at her. Hilary felt strangely powerful, even though she knew he was giving her little moments of control and he could take them back at any time.

  Giving him her best sultry look, she licked his mushroom head with her tongue, curling it around the tip. Liam groaned, but he didn't stop her from teasing, and she took full advantage. Sliding her hand up and down the base of his shaft, she licked and kissed the end of it. Pressing her lips to the tip, she let them barely open enough to pull the head into her mouth, before popping it back out again, teasing him.

  ******

  His little honey-girl was enjoying herself at his expense, but he didn't mind. At home, when they were just themselves, he always had full control of what happened between them in the bedroom - which she loves. But sometimes, when they were role-playing, it was fun to explore outside of that while staying in their roles. It made the role-play even more exciting, because she never knew whether or not she was going to be punished or rewarded for her impetuousness.

  A surge of affection, as he looked down at her beautiful face, her slim fingers wrapped around his cock, warmed him from the inside out. He could spend the rest of his life with this woman and never get tired of the intricacies of their relationship. Hell, he planned to. He knew that some of his emotions were probably showing in his face, he felt like he was glowing every time he thought about the ring that he'd bought today, but he hoped Hilary just thought it was from his enjoyment of the scene.

  Letting her tease him for a few more minutes, until his balls were aching from the need to push his cock deeper into her hot little mouth, Liam finally gave up the fight.

  A growl trickled into his voice as he tightened his hands on her hair. "Touch yourself... I want to see you touch your breasts."

  She moaned a little around his cock as he thrust forward, her hands cupping her breasts and gently squeezing. The visual was incredible as his fingers slid through her hair, anchoring to her head and controlling her movements. Vibrations hummed up the length of his shaft as he pushed deeper, and Hilary's fingers pinched her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. He could tell how excited she was by the suction of her mouth, the more aroused and needy she became, the harder she sucked.

  Pumping his hips back and forth, Liam felt her tongue running over the underside of his dick, exploring every inch that slid between her lips. She was becoming squirmier as she sucked, her hands becoming rougher on her own breasts as her sensual need grew. Having her naked on her knees before him, knees slightly spread, his cock in her mouth while he was fully clothed and in control, was a visual that never failed to make him want to lose control.

  "Use one hand on your pussy - but you're not allowed to cum until I tell you to."

  Her small whimper satisfied a need deep inside of him as she reached between her legs. The shudder that went through her, as her fingers pressed into her wet folds, created an answering shiver within him. The suction on his cock got harder as she played with herself, one hand still squeezing her breast and pinching her nipples, the other moving busily between her legs. Those soft doe eyes that he loved so much had gotten feverishly hot and needy; she looked less like a helpless doe and more like a needy sex kitten.

  "Ah, fuck that feels good," Liam said, thrusting harder into her mouth in response to the hard suckling, feeling her need as the hand between her legs moved faster. She was making hungry, little mewing sounds that went straight down his spine and tightened his ball sack. "FUCK."

  Panting, he pulled out, well aware that he'd come very close to losing control. Which was okay, it was part of the scene, part of the role-play. It's what made these scenes so exciting; he could loosen his control a bit and just enjoy the moment. Hilary's lips were swollen from use, her eyes slightly glassy as she waited for his next move. Both of her hands had stilled from their movement although she was still touching herself.

  "Stand up," Liam said hoarsely, holding out his hand to help her. She accepted and stood on wobbly legs, her heels making her both taller and less balanced than she normally was. Keeping his eyes on hers, he grasped the hand that had been playing with her pussy. Her fingers were glossy with cream and he deliberately licked the juices as she gasped, her eyes going round with surprise. "Delicious. Spread your legs and lean against the desk, sweetheart."

  This time he went on his knees before her, a position he didn't normally use for licking her sweet pussy, but today he found something appropriate about it. He liked that she was braced against the desk, completely unbalanced, her hips tilted forward and her legs spread for him. There was no way she could touch him, because if she let go of the desk, she'd fall.

  Her moan of pleasure as he dragged his tongue along her slit made his cock throb. Creamy sweetness coated his tongue, feminine honey with a hint of musk, that unique taste that was pure Hilary and sex. Liam swirled his tongue around her folds, using his fingers to keep her legs well-spread and to pull her pussy lips apart, giving him access to the sensitive innermost pink lips. She whimpered and her hips moved before quickly stilling, as she realized that too much movement might end up knocking her off the desk as well.

  Chuckling, Liam ran his tongue around her clit, enjoying the way her body stiffened as she whimpered again. The more he teased and licked her pussy, the weaker she seemed to get, until she finally gave in and lay back on the desk, pressing her slightly sore bottom against the hard wood, her moans and pleas to let her cum filling the room.

  Draping her legs over his shoulders gave him even more access to her delicious pink flesh, making her writhe on the desktop. Her hands were still curved around the edge, right where he'd placed them, and he watched her breasts wobble and jiggle as he pleasured her.

  "Please.... oh please, Liam..."

  That was what he'd been waiting for. That break in her character, where she was so far gone in sensual need that she'd completely forgotten about who she was supposed to be. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulled them wide apart.

  "Come for me, Hilary."

  He lowered his head and sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he sucked hard, and she screamed with ecstasy. The muscles in her body tensed, and then rippled, her hips pushing upwards as if to shove her clit deeper into his mouth. Suckling the swollen nub with long, slow pulls, he felt her shudder and sob as the intense sensations ran rampant over her body. Just when he felt her start to shift, to move, probably to use her hands to push him away from the over sensitized little bud,
he released it and she relaxed beneath him.

  His limp little honey-girl, all worn out from his mouth.

  When he stood and looked down at her pussy, he could see how glossy and swollen her soft folds were, the pink lips peeping out from the neatly trimmed blonde curls, almost as if they were shy. Shy but needy. Liam pushed his pants down as he bent her knees, keeping her legs spread wide as he folded them back.

  The soft, satisfied smile of his girlfriend just made her look even more sexy. There was nothing hotter than a well-pleasured woman who was about to get royally fucked.

  "Touch yourself again, honey-girl," he said, taking her hands and moving them up to her breasts. "I want to watch you play with these pretty pink nipples while I fuck you." Hilary's eyes were half-hooded, sultry looking as she obeyed, gently caressing the sensitive mounds. Placing his hands on her hips, Liam pulled her into exactly the position that he wanted, lining his cock up with the creamy lips of her pussy.

  He groaned as he pushed forward, sinking into her wet heat. It felt incredible around his dick, the walls of her pussy quivering with after quakes of pleasure as he stretched open the tight channel. Looking down at her, seeing her obeying his order as he slowly impaled her, filled him with the most incredible sense of awe that he'd found this woman and claimed her. Soon he'd truly be making her his.

  Slowly pulling back, he thrust in again, just as slowly. It was a huge tease, for him, but well worth it to see the expression on her face as she shuddered with pleasure. Her pussy was more sensitive in the aftermath of her first orgasm, she would be able to feel every inch of him moving in and out of her, the press of his body against her lips and clit. Leaning over her, Liam made sure to grind his pubic bone against that sensitive nubbin, so that her hips jerked as he brushed a sweet kiss over her lips.

  The connection between them seemed almost visible as he leaned over her, staring into her eyes while his hips thrust slowly. She was still playing with her breasts, but gently, almost idly. What mattered was the tension in the air between them, the way their bodies were intertwined, perfectly fitted together and wrapped around each other.

  "I love you," he whispered. Hilary blinked in surprise, and then all the warmth and love a man could ask for filled her eyes.

  "I love you, too, Liam."

  Groaning, he lowered his mouth to hers, claiming her lips with a hot kiss as he gripped her hips and began to thrust more powerfully into her body. She cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth. The wet slap of his body against hers filled his ears as she began to writhe beneath him, he could feel her tightening around his cock, her hands becoming rougher on her breasts and nipples.

  Pleasure was growing inside of him, coiling in his lower belly and back, his balls tightening as he began to pound into her. He wanted to claim every inch of her with his body, to fill her with his essence, to take her so thoroughly that everyone in the club would only have to look at her to know that she belonged to someone.

  "Wrap your arms around my neck," he said roughly, before taking her mouth again. His tongue thrust in, the same way his cock was, as her arms went around his neck. Hilary clung to him, hanging onto him, surrounding him in every way that she could. Her back arched, pressing her soft breasts into his chest, as she came, shuddering and crying out against him.

  Her pleasure set off his own, his balls contracting as ecstasy blew through him. Waves of release shot through him as his hips rocked, shooting his cum deep inside of her. They were together in their climax, her pussy clasping him, milking him dry, and his body rocking against hers, sending her into heights of rapture as he stimulated every inch of her pussy.

  It seemed to go on and on, until, slowly, gently, they came back to earth, still interlocked around each other. Liam's knees felt like they might give out, he'd been so overwhelmed by the intimacy and emotions of the moment. Letting most of his weight rest on his forearms, which were braced on either side of Hilary's body, he just enjoyed the feel of her wrapped up around him.

  Now that the scene was over, she was touching him, caressing him, ever so gently, as if she just couldn't help but rub her hands all over him. Definitely something to savor and enjoy.

  They kissed. Lingeringly. Tenderly. Maybe it was just because he'd bought the ring today, but he felt almost an overflowing of emotions for her; like he couldn't contain them and they were spilling out all around him.

  This was right where he wanted to be, in her arms, with his honey-girl, for the rest of his life.

  Chapter 3

  "No... no, no, no, dammit this is all wrong!" Hilary tore off the dress. That was the fourth one in a row that she'd rejected. Sitting on the bed, Jessica stared at her in surprise. Trying not to scowl, Hilary put her hands on her hips, looking back at her best friend. "What?"

  "You cursed."

  "I curse. Sometimes." Rarely. But she was so frustrated.

  "What's wrong? You're never like this before a date anymore."

  "Well, I haven't really needed to be but..." Hilary's voice trailed off as she turned slightly away, looking up towards the ceiling as if searching for inspiration. The truth was, she was almost afraid of saying her little hope out loud. Just in case it didn't actually happen. Like revealing a birthday wish, only to have it never come true. "I just feel like this date is special. Like... like, something important might happen on it."

  "Oh really?" Jessica sat up straight, her eyes twinkling. With interest, or did Hilary detect a bit of anticipation there? But was it knowing anticipation? If Liam was going to propose, would he tell her best friend beforehand? Maybe. Then again, he was a control freak, so maybe not. "Any reason in particular?"

  "Not really." Hilary blew out a frustrated breath as she went back into Jessica's closet. She'd already gone through her own this morning and determined that she didn't have anything to wear. Now she was hoping to utilize her second closet - i.e. Jessica's - and find an amazing outfit that she hadn't worn on a date with Liam before. "That's the thing... it's just this... this feeling that I get. He's been super affectionate lately, and yesterday at Stronghold... well, let's just say it was amazing. Not that he's not always amazing, but it was more."

  "More what?" Practically bouncing on the bed, Jessica was hanging onto Hilary's every word.

  "More everything. More passionate. More loving. More tender. Just more. It was just different and he's been acting a little different. Like, there's no one thing that stands out, so I'm not really sure, but I feel like... maybe. Maybe something might happen tonight. So you know. I want to look good. Special. Even if nothing happens, this is the first time in a while that we've really been out to a nice restaurant for dinner, so I still want to look nice."

  "Gotcha." Jessica hopped up from the bed and came over to the closet, pushing aside a bunch of clothes to get to the things that were tucked in the back. Hilary hadn't even looked back there yet.

  She felt a little weird standing in just her bra and panties, waiting for Jessica to find some clothes for her to put on. They'd done this a million times before, back when they were living together, but now she was acutely aware that she was in a bedroom that Jessica shared with two men. Although Justin and Chris knew they weren't supposed to be bothering the girls right now, being in this bedroom was just a reminder of how much things had changed over the past year and a half.

  There was no forgetting that Jessica was in a pretty non-traditional relationship. The gigantic bed was a minor clue-in; the fact that there were two closets and a wardrobe in the room was another. A picture of the happy trio was on the nightstand next to the bed. Hilary knew better than to go into that nightstand for anything; she'd made the mistake of opening one of the drawers when she'd been looking for Jessica's phone charger. No phone chargers kept in there.

  Nothing but sex toys were kept in there, as far as Hilary had been able to see. When Jessica had seen where Hilary had looked, the pretty brunette's creamy skin had turned the brightest shade of crimson that Hilary had ever seen on a human being. So far, she'd nev
er seen Jessica, Chris and Justin scene. Which was fine. For some reason, even though being an occasional voyeur at the club was exciting to her, it just felt too weird with those three. Jessica had always been more like a sister than a best friend to her, and Chris and Justin were like brothers.

  Strangely, it didn't bother her to watch Adam and Angel, or any of the other guys. But that might be because she hadn't known any of them before going to the club. She'd worked with Justin and Chris, as had Jessica, before she'd been to Stronghold with them. Of course, she worked with Olivia too. So far she hadn't seen the redheaded Domme scening, but she wouldn't turn away from that - she was too curious. Olivia might walk around the club with a sub trotting at her heels, but she usually played behind closed doors with the curtains drawn, so Hilary didn't know if she'd ever get that curiosity satisfied.

  "What about this?" Jessica asked as she backed out of the closet, turning around and holding up an absolutely stunning dress. It was black and decorated with bright tropical looking flowers, very summery and very classy at the same time. The thin straps were attached to the dress by little gold clasps. The material looked stretchy, and she could tell that the skirt was cut to flow and swish around a woman's legs as she walked.

  "When did you get that?" Hilary could swear she'd never seen the dress before, even though it didn't have tags on it. Although, it wasn't like she saw Jessica every day anymore, and her friend had been updating her wardrobe since she'd started dating Justin and Chris. Before, Jessica always wore things that covered up her figure, now she tended to wear things that would show off her curves.

  "Last month," Jessica said, holding it out to Hilary with a grin on her face. "I've worn it out once. It's a tiny bit small on me, but it was on sale and it was the last one when I found it, and it stretches enough to fit me. I bet it'll be perfect on you."