And yet here I am, pussy whipped to my woman. Trying to keep her happy. I put my foot down yesterday; I refused to use the crutches anymore. Pain I can live with, sitting down idle for days I cannot. I refuse to. I’ve got shit to do. I am only going to get better if I am moving. The pain I feel isn’t as bad as it was the day after I was shot.
The one thing that grips my ass is that I haven’t been able to properly fuck my woman. Her being on top every night, yes, it is still good. Yes, I love watching her tits bounce as she impales herself on my dick. But there is something about, pounding into my woman that gets me really going. She makes more noise when I am pounding that pussy into the bed. When she is on top, she doesn’t let go as much. Worried, she will hurt me and shit. That shit ends tonight. Even if it sets me back, I plan on fucking my woman.
“Damn, babe, you look delicious.” Chloe licks her lips as she comes into the room. She always looks delicious, doesn’t matter if she is wearing whipped cream, or jeans and a shirt or nothing at all. Chloe is beautiful, not just on the outside. But the inside too. That woman damn, the simplest things make her happy. Lounging by the pool makes her smile. When I picked her a flower the other day, she smiled. That smile is something I have found that I want to live for. That will be my one goal in life to make sure she keeps that smile. I am not talking about the one she uses to cover the pain that she feels when the anxiety kicks in, or when she tries to cover up any depressed feelings. No, the one that shows how happy she really is. The one that lights up the room. That smile is the one I want to keep on her face.
Pulling her into me, “Nah, babe, you look divine.” That smile and her blush return as she ducks her head. Nope, not going to let her do that tonight. Lifting her chin so that she must look at me. “Babe, you are beautiful. Don’t hide that smile from me. I live for it.”
“Oh, damn. That shit is deep. Dax.” She gives me that smile, and I can’t help but laugh. There are times that Chloe says some of the most bizarre things. I find myself smiling more and laughing more around her.
“So, where are we headed to tonight?” I inquire as we walk out the door.
“We need to stop by the clubhouse first.” She tells me. I don’t ask any questions as I get behind the wheel of her little sports car. If I can’t ride my bike, then I am at least going to drive a vehicle that has some get up and go. And this little car gets gone fast. I do love my truck, but there is just something freeing about doing ninety down the highway. Being able to downshift to get to where I need to be.
“Clubhouse it is,” I announce as we take off. As we leave the driveway, I reach over and put my hand on Chloe’s knee. Without thinking, she intertwines our fingers together. I can’t believe that I spent so many years not wanting to be touched. A few touches from Chloe and I am sold. I welcome her little touches and even crave them when she is away from me. She loves to run her hands through my hair and beard. And damn, when she is coming undone, those nails sink into my shoulders and back like a cat in heat. We ride in comfortable silence with the radio down low, 3 Doors Down playing Your Arms Feel Like Home. If we were ever to have a song, I would have to pick this one.
The clubhouse comes into view. And damn if there isn’t a party in full swing. The parking lot is chock-full of Harleys and some cars. I look over at Chloe. She has a smile that screams mischief. “What is that smile for?” I ask cautiously.
“Nothing.” She says in a sing-song voice. What did she do? I ask myself as we get out of the car. Meeting her at the front of the car, I take her hand in mine. I can feel the beat of the music from outside the building. Damn, it feels good to be back here. It’s not that I haven’t been back for the weekly meetings. But it has been nearly two weeks since the last party was thrown. Pulling open the doors, the cheers and whoops and hollers drown out the music.
“Man, your woman.” Snake wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Damn, can she plan a party, man?” Tank stomps up to us.
“Good to see you out and about, man.” He slaps me on the back. The result has me losing my footing for a second.
“Tank, can you not hit my Ol’ Man while he is healing, please.” Chloe scolds Tank. Hearing her call, me her Ol’ Man, damn that makes my heart speed up. I know that we have officially only been dating for a month. But damn, I want to put a ring on it and a baby in her belly, stat. Shaking my head, where the hell did that thought come from?
“Damn, sorry, man. I didn’t think about it.” I wave him off. “Look who finally came out to play.” Tank motions over to Diesel. I don’t know what has been going on with him. But I am glad to see that he has decided to join in on the fun for a change.
Blaze sides up to me and gives me a beer. “Man, it is nice to see your ugly mug again.” Blaze gives me a megawatt smile. Typical Blaze with his pretty-boy looks. “Come on, old man; let's get you off your feet.” Blaze takes us to the bar. Pulling up a stool, I search for my woman. My eyes find her quickly. She had her hair in some form of an updo. With curls framing her face. She has on tight jeans that show off that nice juicy ass of hers. And a shirt that shows off her back. I think she called an envelope shirt or some shit. Whatever it’s called, it makes my cock hard looking at her exposed back.
Blaze’s snapping fingers bring me back. “Damn man, when are you going to quit eye-fucking your Ol’ Woman? I mean, come on, you two live together. I am sure you are getting pussy on the regular.” Blaze sighs. “One of these days I might find me a good woman.” He picks at his beer label.
“You getting the settling down itch or something?” I ask.
“Yeah, or something. It’s just, I don’t know, man. I feel like all I attract are women who want to have fun, not settle down and pop out a few kids. You know what I mean?” I nod my head.
“Yeah, I do. Have you thought that maybe you are looking in the wrong places for this mystery woman? I mean bars, sure you might find a woman there. But you might be old and grey before she comes along. Broaden your search, man.” Slapping him on the back, he grins.
“At least, I ain’t half as bad as Snake. I wonder if that fucker is ever going to settle down.” We look over at the man in question. He is getting a blowjob by the pool tables and has a club whore on each arm. Yep, it might be a long damn time before he settles down.
Kelsey replaces our beers. “You boys know that when he falls, it is going to be hard. I mean, like falling off a cliff like Wyle E Coyote cliff fall.” Blaze looks at her and laughs. I bet she is right, that will be the day when our local man whore settles down. Kelsey saunters off down the bar.
Blaze turns in his bar stool with a stern look on his face. “You man, you got a keeper for the long haul, right?”
“Yeah, man, I know. Chloe is pretty amazing.” He is preaching to the choir. I know I got myself a keeper. I think I knew before I ever talked to her. She is sweet, pretty, and fucking stronger than diamonds. That woman is my rock when I need her to be. Delicate like a flower and has the will of a lion. I just can’t understand how she doesn’t see it.
“No shit, I mean, she killed for you. Just took aim and took that asshole down. That takes guts and lots of love. I am kind of jealous of ya, man.”
“Don’t be getting any ideas now. Chloe is mine.” I growl out. Blaze throws his hands in the air like I just pulled a gun on his ass.
“Don’t worry, man. Chloe doesn’t even see the rest of us like that.” I relax when he tells me that. “We good?”
“Yeah, we’re good.” I give him a small smile as I go back to watching my woman. I have plans for her later tonight. I just can’t let her get too smashed. Not like it matters anyway, we have a room here. But I want to do this in our bed at home. Although I like how loud she can get. I love keeping those screams for my ears only. Plus, I set everything up the other day. I need this, more than she knows. Nearly two weeks not having control is slowly wreaking havoc on my mind.
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The ride home was full of laughs as Chloe retold all the tales that she heard from the girls at the
club. I love seeing her so full of happiness. “Oh my god, can you believe that Korey is pregnant again. She wants another boy this time. I don’t blame her, I don’t know if I could handle three girls either.” She looks over at me. I nod my head agreeing with her. I thought a little more about kids with Chloe throughout the night. She would make an excellent mother. She is giving, sweet, and can be hard when she needs to be. Although most of the time, she is my saving angel.
“Dax, do you want kids one day?” I never wanted kids before Chloe. I now see my life as before Chloe, and now with Chloe. Before Chloe, there would be no way in hell that I would want to be a dad. I didn’t think I could raise a child, seeing how awful my childhood was. But now, I want to have kids with this amazing woman. With her, I feel that I can do it. I can be the man I need to be to help raise a child. With Chloe, I wouldn’t have to worry about if I was fucking up. She would remind me of who I am, and she would ensure that I stayed on the path I needed for our family.
“With you, yeah.” That smile of hers beamed up at me. She wasn’t drunk, but she was feeling no pain now.
“Awe, Dax, I love you. You mean so much to me. You know that right. You make every day better than the last.” Hearing those words hit me in the chest, hard.
“Yeah, well, Chloe, you mean the world to me. You and you alone have made me better than I have ever been. I want more from this life, because of you.” The grip she had on my hand gets tighter. She sniffs, and what she says next, floors me, and with the emotion coming from her voice makes me stop the car.
“Dax, gee, baby, I don’t know what to say, only that I love you so fucking much. Please don’t ever leave me.” Reaching over I bring her forehead to mine, I hate that she might think that I could leave her. The only way I would ever go her is when they bury me six feet under. Even then, I know that my soul will follow her around this world.
“Never, in a million years could I leave you.” Kissing her eyes, nose, and mouth, I seal my promise to her. “Now, let's get home.” Settling back in my seat, I can’t keep the smile off my face. Not too long ago, I wished with everything in my body that this woman could love me. Now that I have it, I will cherish it like a delicate flower. I plan to make her dreams come true in every aspect that I can. The ride home is quiet, both of us in our heads thinking.
Pulling into the driveway, I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore. Chloe seems to be thinking the same as I am. Pushing the seat back, she settles in my lap. “I’m not hurting you are I?”
“Not in the slightest.” That seems to put her mind at ease. Grinding her hot pussy down on my growing erection, I feel the rumble in my chest. With us, it is always explosive. She strokes my cheek with the scar before I take her lips. Chloe opens her mouth immediately. It is like she can feel the shift of power that I need at this moment. Pulling her head back by her lengthy hair, she lets a moan out of those lips that my cock is begging to be in between. Kissing down her neck, I nip and suck on her neck as I grind into her.
“Ahh! Don’t stop. Please, sir, can I come.” I almost lose it in my jeans at her plea. But not yet, I’m not ready for her to come. I have the control tonight.
“No,” I tell her as I pull her top down to expose those tits that her red lacy bra is pushing up to tease me. As I pop one large globe out and latch on to her nipple, her hands hit the headliner of the car. “Fuck, fuck.” I am relentless with her. Still grinding into her, pulling her hair further back and sucking her tit so hard I can taste blood from my tongue. “Oh, God, I, I can’t, fuck.” Her body spasms out her release.
I stop everything at once. “Did you just come? After I told you not to?” She looks fantastic when she comes. But I need this. I needed her to disobey me. Call me sick, but I need to punish my love.
With a wicked smile on her face, she leans into me. “What if I did? What are you going to do about it?” Growling out my response. “Bedroom, naked on your knees, now!” Chloe peals herself off my lap. She saunters into the house, putting an extra sway in her hips as she does. Gripping the wheel, I count to twenty before I go inside. Taking a deep breath, I open the door. Taking my time, I put the keys on the console table in the hallway. Going into the kitchen, I pour myself a whiskey on the rocks. Slowly swallowing the cold burning liquid. Fifteen minutes is what I am striving for. Let her sit on her knees, waiting for fifteen minutes. It doesn’t sound like much time. But when you’re in need, wanting—waiting makes everything so much more gratifying.
Opening the door, I find Chloe on the floor in front of the bed. Sitting naked, on her knees, hands behind her back. Waiting. Seeing her like this, waiting for whatever I want to do to her, makes my hunger for control surge to the surface. This woman, the woman that I love, is willing to let me dominate her, take her to the edge, and destroy her.
Not saying a word, I pull my cut off, slowly putting in on the back of the chair. Next, I lose my boots, also slow. I can feel Chloe’s need rise as I take my time. But she doesn’t say anything while I take my time. Next, I lose my shirt, leaving my jeans in place. Padding back to her, barefoot, shirtless, and only jeans on. Chloe lifts her head and curves her lips into a smile. Stroking her cheek, I tell her. “Chloe, you disobeyed me.” She doesn’t look away, but she does shiver at my words. “Do you know what you did wrong?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice wavers, not from fear. No. Not fear, anticipation of what I am going to do to her.
“And what did you do?” Raising an eyebrow at me. I have never made her tell me what she did wrong before. But this, this is making me so hard I nearly groan out.
“I came without permission, sir.” Licking her lips, now wet lips and shining eyes. I tsk at her. Moving behind her so she can’t see what I am about to do. Pulling the restraints from under the bed, I get them ready for her.
“Come bend over the foot of the bed.” She rises, turns and lets out a slight gasp at seeing the contraptions on the bed. So far, in our relationship, we haven’t brought any restraints into our play. But that changes today. Bending over the bed, I place the cold metal around her wrists and attach to the restraint system that will keep her in place, right where I want her. Inspecting my work, I run my hands over her back and over her ass. Completely exposed, she looks fantastic in this submissive position. Helpless to me, not able to do a thing about what I have planned for her. My cock weeps at sight before me. Pulling out the flogger from the bedside table. I run the leather tress over her exposed flesh. Goosebumps follow the path that I make. Pulling back, I swing the flogger, not too hard, but enough to leave pink skin in its wake. The sound that the flogger makes is music to my ears. But the groan that Chloe gives off nearly has my cock spilling my seed in my jeans.
“Why are you getting flogged, Chloe?” I growl out to her as I take another swing to drive my question home.
Panting and groaning, I can hear and smell the arousal that the flogger has brought on. “Because, sir, I came without permission.” I reward her with her two more swats.
“Good girl, are you enjoying yourself?” I need to know.
“Oh, god, yes. But sir, I need to come again.”
“Not yet, babe. Not yet.” I drag the tresses down to her wet and ready pussy. With a flick of my wrist, I gently tap her sex.
“Oh, god. Sir, this is torture.” I see the strain on the straps that have her bound to the bed. She wants to come so bad. But I refuse to give up control. Not yet. I plan on edging her until she is in tears of sexual frustration.
She discovered that she loves anal play. Something we haven’t done since I was shot. That changes tonight. Moving to the table again, I pull out a weightier butt plug with a pretty purple jewel and a bottle of lube. Moving back behind her, I spread her ass cheeks and squeeze some lube on her heated flesh. She bucks her hips and lets out a delicious moan with a growl to it. Chuckling, I press the cold metal to her puckered hole. I watch as she slowly opens for the plug. The noises that she is making are driving me insane. Slowly centimeter by slow centimeter, the butt plug slip
s in. Fully seated, she lets out a sigh. Reaching down to her pussy, I can feel how drenched with need she is. “Like that, babe?”
“Yes, sir. I love feeling full.” Groaning, I pull my fingers out of her drenched pussy. Licking them clean, I smack her upturned ass. Her pleas fill my ears as I continue to hit her pink cheeks. “Please, please, fill me up, sir.” She begs and appeals over and over again. But I am not ready for that, not yet.
Unhooking her restraints. “Move so your face up, head at the foot of the bed.” She doesn’t ask or question. She just does it. Hooking her wrist cuffs back up to the bed. I drop my jeans. With her neck hanging over the edge of the bed, I slowly slip into her mouth. She greedily sucks on my cock, swirling her tongue around my head, as I thrust slow and deep in her mouth. Leaning over her body, I feast on her. Still thrusting into her mouth as I eat my dessert for the night. Her taste assaults my taste buds. Salty, musky, and just her. Her thighs quiver with a brewing orgasm. Pulling back from her, I pump my cock into her mouth. I can hear and feel the moans that she is letting off around a mouth full of dick. I can feel the heaviness of my balls begin to tighten. Pulling away from her tempting mouth.
“Please, sir. I want to please you.” Looking down at her, I stroke her cheek.
“You do please me every day.” I go back to the side table and pull out the rectangle box. Chloe eyes me as I take off her restraints for the last time. “This is for you, Chloe. I want you to wear it every day, knowing that I own you, and you own me.” Handing her the box, she opens it with a gasp. The choker that I had designed for her. A straight paved diamond necklace that was sealed with a mini heart lock. I have the only key to open the collar. Taking the collar from her, I put it on and lock it in place around her neck. It suits her, she is mine. Not just my Ol’ lady, but more than that. She is my sub. With this collar I am vowing that I will take care of her entirely.
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