Bubbles

by Candace Blevins

  I glanced at the clock, and he said, “It’s six-thirty. Plenty of time for you to get an early bedtime and sleep it off. I’ve seen you drink this much without a hangover before.”

  He sounded irritated, so I said, “I know you won’t do anything to screw with school. I wasn’t checking the time for that.” I tightened my ass muscles, felt the plug, and looked forward to what was about to come.

  I did the first three one-after-the-other, but then stopped for a breather. I did the next, took another breather, and finally slammed the last two.

  Bubbles handed me a piece of cheese toast, and I ate it without arguing. I wanted something else on my stomach and it was perfect.

  He watched me eat it, and sat back in his chair. “I’ll come into the bedroom in five minutes. I expect you to be wearing the plug and harness, and nothing else. Hair down. When I walk in, ask for what you want. No guarantees you’ll get everything you ask for, but I will only do what you ask for. If you aren’t up for me trying to take your ass the way I did your pussy, don’t ask me for it.”

  I stared at him, working through what this meant. I wanted it, and he knew I did, but making me ask for it was…

  I laughed. “I learned a new word this weekend. I mean, I already knew what the word meant, but I fully learned what it meant.”

  He lifted an eyebrow. “I take it you don’t want your five minutes to start yet?”

  “Sadist. Sadistic. You’re being sadistic.”

  His smile told me he wasn’t going to argue the point. He glanced at the clock, looked back to me, and said, “It starts now. If you aren’t naked and in the room, asking for what you want five minutes from now, I can always give you an early bedtime and wear my headphones to play video games.”

  Without arguing, I was up and away.

  My reflexes were off, but I managed to get my clothes off and my ass into bed without stumbling around. I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t want to have to ask for it. I practiced it in my head a dozen ways before I figured out what to say, and then I kept repeating it in my head, using a different tone of my imagined voice. I hated all the ways it might come out, but remaining quiet wasn’t an option. He’d put the idea in my head and now I needed it.

  When he finally stood in the doorway, leaned against it all casual, I took a breath, met his gaze, and told him, “I want a fun spankin’, and then I want you to own my ass, please Sir.”

  I hadn’t practiced my next thought, but the instant it went through my head, I just said it. “And a nice foot massage afterwards, to help me go to sleep, would be nice.”

  He laughed. “Maybe later on the foot massage. How do you want your fun spankin’?”

  “Over your lap, but with you on the bed, leaning against the headboard, so I’m more comfortable.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “And no teasing! A fun spanking! Not a frustrating one!”

  “You were told to ask, not to give orders. Wanna try that again?”

  I glared at him, but reworded it. “Can you please make it a fun spanking and not a frustrating one?”

  He was already shirtless, and he unfastened his belt as he walked to me. “Hand? Belt? Something else?”

  “What else is there?”

  “Paddle. Wooden spoon. Spatula. Electric cord.”

  I shook my head. “Your hand, please.”

  He chuckled. “Works for me.”

  I stared at his oh-so-hard cock through his jeans, and then live and in person when he stripped jeans and underwear off all at once.

  I situated myself beside him and then leaned over his lap with zero trepidation or fear. I wanted this, and I swear his cock grew harder against my hip.

  He gave me the most delicious spanking ever. My butt and legs were on fire when he finished, but he never hurt them, just got them hotter than hell until my insides were a mess. I wanted his cock in the worst kind of way, and I didn’t care how. I’d have even got off if he’d demanded gag training, and I wouldn’t have complained if he’d wanted to hurt my oh-so-sore pussy, but I was looking forward to him taking the huge plug out and sticking his dick in my bottom.

  The plug’s neck was big inside me, but Bubble’s dick was way bigger — plus it would have to grow even fatter if he was going to get short enough to fit all of it inside me. I didn’t think he was going to fit every inch in me, but I knew he’d cram more in me than he’d ever managed before.

  But I wasn’t even a tiny bit scared. I wanted it. Craved it.

  While I was still over his lap, he stuck the lube launcher thing around the edges so the plug would be slick when it came out. My hips wiggled and pumped, and my clit ached with need, but he ignored my movements.

  Instead of taking the plug out, he sat me in his lap.

  “I’d like to do this without a safeword. That means once I get started, nothing you can say will make me stop, and you’re agreeing to that. It means you trust me to know when it’s too much for you — and I’ll know by the tone of your screams as well as the scent you give off. I won’t do it unless you ask me to, though.”

  I considered what he was saying, and decided I wanted to show him exactly how much I trusted him.

  “Please bind my arms and legs so I can’t move, and then fuck my ass without a safeword, so no matter what I say, everything is your decision, not mine.”

  He didn’t smile, but his eyes told me how important my words had been to him. He seemed speechless, so I added, “I love you. I trust you with my life.”

  He leaned towards his nightstand, grabbed some zip ties, and sat back up. “Wrists up, sweetheart.”

  I put them together and in front of my face, and he put the zip tie on. “Special reward, you get to play with your clit while I fuck you today.”

  I smiled, and he nodded towards his feet. “Knees and chest, arms under you.”

  He zip tied my ankles together, and then used a long zip tie around my thighs. Strong hands grabbed my hips and slid me back until my feet touched the headboard.

  “We’ll start out like this ’cause it’s easier to get in, but you’ll be flat while I fuck you, today.”

  I squealed when the plug came out, and yelped when his cock pressed in to replace it. The tequila had hit my bloodstream all at once in a rush, but it was sticking with me and the buzz wasn’t fading even a little.

  He pushed until a little more than his head was inside, and stopped. “Deep breath in, and then breathe out, sweetheart.”

  “You aren’t fat yet.”

  “Soon. Gonna get inside more first. Do as you’re told.”

  I breathed in until my lungs were full, and then started blowing the air back out, and he pushed himself inside me, but also pressed me down, into the bed. My knees and hips straightened, and the next thing I knew, my belly was on the sheets and my fingers around my mound. I straightened my arms until I could press my clit, and groaned in bliss. My hips moved, his cock pressed in, and I yelped because it was almost too much, but my butt muscles relaxed around him, begging for more.

  “That’s my girl. Another breath. Play with yourself all you want.”

  Just as he’d started out swatting my bottom and gradually hit harder so I wanted every spank, he started out skinny and gradually got fatter, and had me begging him for more. My butt squirmed under him, and I don’t know whether I was humping the bed, my hand, or his cock — or possibly all of the above. I needed him inside me. Needed him to take control, to own me.

  Until suddenly, he went a lot fatter and it burned and hurt and stretched and, “It’s too much! Fuck. Not so much!” I scrabbled to try to escape, but my movements only fueled him on.

  “Please! Fuck! I can’t!”

  “I know it’s too much, sweetheart, but you’ll take it for me, won’t you?”

  Terror shot through me at the burning pain, and Bubbles moaned in pleasure, but then the burn turned down a few notches and it was bearable again.

  “Relax and get used to it, ’cause you’ll get more again soon. No safeword, remember? You want to take it
for me.”

  I tried my hardest to stay relaxed, and I fiddled with my clit and moved my hips, hoping to get myself horny enough I could handle it when he went fatter again.

  A few minutes passed, and he leaned down to speak, so I felt his warm breath on my ear and neck. “Gonna go fat again, sweetheart. Get a deep breath, and I’ll grow inside you when you breathe out.”

  I breathed in, and slowly let it out, hoping he’d slowly grow, and he did. The intense burn started when my breath was halfway out, and I started yelling and begging again, but he didn’t relent with his cock, though he rubbed my shoulder and back with his hand, petting me, trying to calm me despite my frantic begging and pleading.

  “I know, sweetheart. Push out and try to take it. Just a little fatter today, but I’ll wait until you can handle this before I grow more.”

  “No more! I can’t take this! It’s too much! Please, Adam! Brussels sprouts! It hurts!”

  He nipped at my ear and then my right nipple exploded in pain. He must’ve used his nails when he pinched and squeezed, because it hurt worse than it ever had. My scream came out like something from a horror movie torture scene, and every muscle in my body went tense. I felt him in my ass like a piece of wood, or a giant log, holding me open, but the burning pain stopped.

  He let go of my nipple and I gasped in air, my lungs inflated and deflated, and my hips moved without me telling them to.

  “There we go. Better?”

  “You’re an asshole.”

  “I know, sweetheart. I love you, too.” He pulled out, pushed in, and my traitorous body moved against him, blatantly wanting more. Needing more.

  I don’t know how long he gave me before he went fatter again. A long time, but not long enough. I screamed and begged again, but wasn’t quite as frantic — I’d survived the earlier times so I knew he wasn’t actually hurting me, despite the fact it felt like I should be bleeding from being spread too wide while it happened.

  He hurt my other nipple the next time I frantically begged for relief, and once again, when the pain from him hurting it was gone, he was still huge in my bottom but it was no longer unbearable. Still too much to handle, and I still had to work to stay open.

  And then he started moving in earnest, fucking my bottom hard and fast. He wasn’t all the way in, but I didn’t think he was terribly far from getting there. The size, and friction, and his weight over me — everything came together, along with my fingers working my clit, and probably the tequila, because the room spun when the orgasm finally grabbed me and didn’t let go.

  In my mind, the top of my head came off so the pleasure inside me could explode out into the rest of the universe. The tops of my toes rubbed back and forth on the sheets as Bubbles plunged in and out of my ass, and I think even my feet orgasmed from the stimulation. And my knees, which means of course my breasts and nipples did. I was angled so my right breast was between my arms, and my left nipple was out by itself, rubbing the sheets at an angle.

  And still, the orgasm held me, gripped me. I squirmed and jerked. Every muscle in my body rippled, contracted, shuddered. Bliss soaked my nerve endings. I was both relaxed and taut, tense and paralyzed.

  Still, Bubbles fucked my ass, hard and fast, and I occasionally heard something close to a growl. I put weight on my knees and shoved my ass towards him when he slammed into me. My hips were still straight, but the angle worked. I wanted harder and faster, and he gave it to me.

  When I finally, finally felt his body slam into my butt so I knew he was all the way in, every muscle in my body went rigid and my screams filled the room. Bubbles went in and held, his cock jerked inside me, and heat filled me.

  My orgasm consumed me, and suddenly I was a limp rag. Bubbles pulled out of me oh-so-slowly, thinning as he did, thankfully.

  He walked to the bathroom, I heard water running, and he was back with a warm cloth. He wiped my butt, cut the zip ties on my thighs and ankles, and tipped me sideways to cut the one on my wrists. I wiggled my fingers and thumbs, put my head back down, and the world went black.

  Bubbles

  * * *

  I moved her the right way in bed, adjusted her into the position on her side she usually sleeps, and played a few hours of video games. I double-checked the time she had her alarm set, saw she’d taken care of it, and hoped I remembered to tell her I was happy about it the next day.

  I’d now been completely in two of her holes, and maybe it’s crazy, but it made her even more mine.

  And I worried about Tuesday night. Jiminy had formally invited us to have dinner with him and Pebbles at their home. After some negotiations, we had Brain and Harmony coming with us for dinner, and Gonzo would be outside with Bash, as our escorts.

  I’m an enforcer. I’m supposed to be on the outside, acting as security.

  But Jiminy insisted on a sit-down with Lexi, and Brain said refusing would likely put Lex in more danger than showing up.

  33

  Bubbles

  * * *

  I smelled Lexi’s anxiety when we walked into Jiminy’s, but we’d done everything we could to put her at ease. Gen and Bethany had gone through her clothes and put her in a deep purple skirt with a silky, flowy top in every shade of purple imaginable, and black boots with sky-high heels.

  And her makeup, once again, looked like it should be in an art museum, but it was elegant instead of cutesy tonight.

  They’d dressed Harmony in what can only be described as a fucked-up one-piece pants suit — skin tight from the shoulders to her thighs, and then way too much fabric from thighs to feet. It was black, with gold stuff on the front and a thin gold belt, and gold shoes with tall, super narrow heels.

  Gen had insisted on painting a gold stripe on Harmony’s black-polished nails, and every female except Harmony had been way too happy about that damned stripe. Harmony seemed to feel like most of the men, but she willingly tolerated the makeover. She and Brain are a team — both geeks, but also both master strategists. There was no one better to have our backs for this dinner.

  Speaking of makeovers, the Duchess had taken me shopping the day before. I was in black dress pants and a charcoal dress shirt. We’d bought the clothes and then had to go to her seamstress to get them fitted to me, and I had to concede the look worked. When I’d said it wasn’t me, Gen had said it could be one aspect of me — she said to consider it camouflage, so I’d blend in during certain situations, and I admit she had a point. Also, I’d had no idea they now made comfortable dress shoes. The last time I’d dressed up, more than a decade before, but still, the shoes had killed my feet. These were as comfortable as tennis shoes.

  Still, I felt out of place in anything besides jeans and ridin’ boots, but Brain had told me Jiminy and Pebbles would be dressed in high fashion, and that Lexi needed the confidence of walking into the room knowing we looked just as good. So, I was dressed up.

  And had arrived in a damned cage.

  My sweet girl also wore a three-eighty under that flowy top, and I’d loaded my holsters a few blocks from Jiminy’s house. Getting caught with a weapon would send me back to jail, but no way was I walking into this unarmed. Better jail than a casket. I smelled a weapon on Harmony but had no idea where she’d put it — and didn’t ask.

  One of Jiminy’s people moved to frisk me on the front porch, and I took a step back. “That wasn’t the deal. Talk to your boss.”

  He eyed someone in the yard and must’ve gotten the okay, because he waved us in.

  I shook Jiminy’s hand while Pebbles and Harmony hugged, and then Harmony introduced Lexi to Pebbles. Jiminy jumped in and offered his hand as well, saying, “Lexi, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you. Please, come on in and have a seat.”

  We sat in a living room overlooking the Tennessee River, and an honest-to-god butler offered us drinks and then brought them on a little tray. Brain had coached us, so I managed to keep from rolling my eyes or otherwise being a smartass, though barely.

  “Your mother is quite
valuable to me,” Jiminy said, looking at Lexi.

  Brain had figured Jiminy would wait until dinner to bring up the important stuff, but I have a good poker face so I didn’t show my surprise.

  Lexi responded naturally, without a hitch. “She knows what she’s doin’, and she takes pride in creating product people can easily gauge. They should be able to use the same quantity of each batch to get the same results, every time.”

  Brain had coached her in how to talk about drugs without saying anything incriminating, but it turned out, she’d already known the drill.

  Pebbles sat in an oversized wingchair, and Jiminy propped on one of the arms. It made him taller than the rest of us, looking down at us. I didn’t like it and my wolf hated it, but standing for no reason would’ve been awkward.

  Jiminy crossed his arms and eyed Lexi a few moments before responding. “I brought my own people to Chattanooga, but the top levels here insisted she be the one to shift the product from wholesale to retail. It turns out, my people learned a few things from her. They help her, but she’s the one in charge. I know she brought you in to help for a while. They spoke highly of your skills as well.”

  “I’ve decided not to enter into the family business at this time.”

  He looked at Brain, then back to Lexi. “You know a lot of our secrets.”

  “I’m not a rat.”

  “We have concerns about your knowledge falling into the wrong hands.”

  “Bubbles is never going to even want to know how much or what you use to cut the product, or how to handle it safely. The club don’t mess with that shit. My mama’s secrets are safe.”

  “Not the only concerns I have.”

  Lexi shook her head. “Routes, times, people, and places change so often, I doubt I even have the knowledge they’d want, should they want to intercept.” She took a breath, glanced at Brain, and looked back to Jiminy with her shoulders back and her eyes fierce. “I was never initiated, never worked full time as an adult. Everything I did once I come back was a trial. I know the rules, and once you’re in, you’re in, but they don’t apply to me. I was just makin’ extra money, and yeah, I did it at one of the highest levels, but that’s because I had the knowledge to work at that level.”