by Lucian Bane
“Yes Sir!” she shot out between moans and gasps. “Oh, David…” she cried.
He spanked her twice, sinking his fingers all the way in. “Sir,” he reminded her.
“Sir!”
He moved behind her more and stroked his cock along her wet slit. “Fuck my cock, Princess. I want you to do it.”
She grunted and pushed back on him.
He kept his middle finger in her ass and spanked her twice, straining on the double jolt her ass and pussy gave. “You forgot something?”
“Oh my God, Sir! Yes Sir!”
Fuck, the heat she brought with her desperate words. “Your sweet pussy is unravelling me, Princess. Pump your pussy on my cock… that’s it… you’re doing perfect.” His breaths blasted with her inexperienced, virgin thrusts. He fucked her ass with his finger, inspiring more from her. More sounds, more volume, more erratic speed.
He spanked her three times, spacing them evenly. “That’s for being so fucking perfect, Angel. Look at you. Would you like my help?”
She gave shrill cries, nodding before blasting her “Yes Sir, yes Sir!”
David was drunk, so fucking delirious with desire. He began moving his hips, meeting her sweet thrusts with his. Her building moans fueled him, set the speed and power in his thrusts. “You’re about to get fucked really good Princess,” he warned between shudders, moving his finger in her ass faster. He took hold of her locked hands at the base of her back and slowly added power and speed, rolling and flicking his hips until her shrieks filled his ears.
“David!”
Her cry of ecstasy made him hungrier, crazier. “This is what you fucking want, Angel?” he seethed between growls. “My big cock slamming your sweet pussy? That’s what you’re going to get, every day and night.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Faster Angel, fuck my cock faster,” he ordered, reaching under her. With three fingers over her clit, every pound masturbated the hard bud.
“I’m…I’m coming! David!”
He clenched his eyes tight at her frantic, worried cry, his orgasm wrapping irrefutable bands around him. “Come!” he half roared, hammering her soft body with a boiling fury.
Her orgasm clamped down on them at the same moment his did. David gripped her hips with both hands now, giving him more precision and power that unlocked part two of their ecstasy.
Felt like it lasted for five whole minutes before he was still, heaving in a liquid fire, feeling disconnected from his body. The only fire that remained were the sounds of her moans. Delicate and devastated. Devoured and consumed. David knew instantly it was the sound he’d been looking for his entire existence. She was it. This was it. The Beethoven of his sexual soul.
With eyes still closed, he glided his hands over the impossible treasure, unlatching her hands carefully. Her gasp said she was hurting, and David opened his eyes as he lowered carefully, covering her body with his. At her face, he moved her damp hair aside, kissing her temple over and over.
“Did I hurt you?” He hated to ask for fear of the answer but needed to. He wasn’t a sex god and knew there would be calibration required in this dynamic. That was part of the entire point to him. Create something unique and non-replicable. A fingerprint of two meshed sexualities into one living, commanding force.
“I…I’m not sure.” The wispy, delicate words stirred something inside him. He slid his arm under her stomach, circling her waist tight as he pressed his body into the full length of hers, feeling all of her.
“You feel like heaven,” he whispered around his moan of ecstasy, pushing his face against hers then rubbing it for several lingering moments before moving carefully off.
He watched as she turned herself onto her side, wincing.
“My arms,” she moaned.
The moment her lips were reachable, he leaned in and kissed her. “It won’t happen again,” he said, stroking the muscles on her shoulder. “Secret number two…I’ve never tried anything like this with anybody.” He kissed softer at her lips. “Secret number three…I’m glad I waited.”
“Why?” she whispered back, her fingers reaching up to stroke his face.
He took hold of them, sucking the tips softly, one by one. “Because maybe I would have missed out on the most perfect experience ever.”
He caught her smile and looked right at her.
“If it’s the first time, how would you know?”
The laughter in her voice was one of joy not ridicule. “Because I know perfection when I experience it.”
“I didn’t even try,” she said with raised brows. “Must have been all you.”
His chest and stomach roiled with that new hunger. He leaned and meshed their lips, moving till she lay beneath him and soon, her delicate moans declared war with his tongue. He captured her head between his hands and forced her surrender, only to have her retaliate with a passion that stole his breath. He gripped harder but fuck, her innocence was his kryptonite. Soon they were kissing like their lives depended on it, and fucking Christ….David realized that making love to her mouth was a heaven all its own.
****
“So how is this supposed to work, exactly?” Lizzy wondered from in the tub where David ordered her stay for twenty-minutes.
“I can’t hear you, hold on,” he called from the small kitchen. Small but stocked enough to have food for him to cook for her.
“Yes Sir,” she called, her smile quivering with her insides at the term. God, was she dreaming? Was this really happening to her? Did she for real land a year contract to be a fuck puppy slave to the world’s most sexy man alive? Had she truly agreed to that? She hadn’t signed anything yet, but in her mind, it was a done deal and she was pretty sure the same was true for David. Especially after her noble paper and pen don’t create commitment motto.
Do you want to know what kind of control I want?
Those words. Every ten seconds they passed through her mind, then she was back to shaking in fear and arousal and excitement. She really did want to know all about this control he wanted, now that she got the agreeing to it out of the way. She swam her hands around in the quickly melting bubbles, the smell of food making her hungry. He entered her mind’s eye in only his black dress pants. Mmm. That’s how he’d left her after taking tender care getting her in the tub.
Her mind niggled again with that one thing. The one hiding in the dark corner, past all the amazing things happening to her. The serial killer part. He’d said not that, but…why would he write that kind of thing to begin with? But then, if he was a serial killer, the story had him like… a good serial killer. She let out a light snicker at the oxymoron. But wasn’t Lance like any broken hero in a story? Only he was more broken than was redeemable. Did David see himself that way? Broken beyond redemption? Was that part of his secret? That he’d killed people? And liked it? And now he wanted her to… fix him? Kill with him? Kill her if she didn’t?
She jumped when the door opened, and he entered with a tray. Black slacks still. Naked, tanned torso. Gorgeous and ripped. Smooth. Mouthwatering.
He set the tray on the vanity, eying her. “Never hide your body from me.”
Painful as it was to do, she lowered her arms with a barely remembered, “Yes Sir.” Her voice sounded strange in her ears and she wasn’t sure she could get used to saying that. Ever since the Fifty Shades thing, it had been funny to her. And now…it was anything but. Those two, inconsequential words stole her breath and made her body tremble because of what they came with. They came with him.
“I want to know,” she said, her face boiling at how he openly stared at her tits.
“What do you want to know?” he wondered, sitting on the ledge of the tub with a plate of food.
“What kind of…control you want.”
His grin came slowly as he presented her a grape. “Are you getting cold feet?”
“I had cold feet before I agreed.” She leaned and opened her mouth, appreciating the delicate explosion of sweet fruit as she chewed.
“But I have. With my word,” she reminded him.
His eyes hit her like heat grenades, stealing her breath. He stared for many seconds before putting the plate on the vanity and turning back to her. “Open your legs.”
The direct order licked right on her clit and tender vagina. She remembered her word of mouth contract and gave her, “Yes Sir,” while drawing her knees up and letting them fall open. No more suds to hide her now.
He knelt next to the tub and she panted when his mouth headed in for hers. God he was such a perfect kisser. Before she knew it, she was bracing her palms on the bottom of the tub while his tongue stroked hers and a single finger rotated hot, slow circles on her clit. “I’m going to make you come.”
“Yes, yes Sir,” she whispered, sounding like an unpracticed child-whore.
He seemed to love it judging by the way he fisted the hair behind her head, forcing her face up so he could drown her with his tongue and lips and hot breath. He covered her clit with more fingers, moving faster as he gave lusty hisses in her mouth. She answered right back in his with desperate, strained moans.
“Your pussy is going to be coming a lot, Princess. You want that? You want me to take control of your pleasure? You want me to own it?”
“Oh, yes, yes! Yes Sir,” she panted, her mouth wide open for his wicked tongue. “I want you, I want you to own me.”
He rubbed her clit super-fast and bit down on her lower lip. Her orgasm gripped her so hard it jolted and shook her.
“Fucking Christ,” David seethed, his lusty groans filling her mouth more than his tongue did. She suddenly gasped and clutched his wrist with both hands as he stared into her wide eyes, his fingers clamping down on her sensitive clit. He slowly released his hold with a hungry growl, leaning in to kiss her softly, like a gentle rain after the storm.
She gradually relaxed against the tub, her body trembling from the pleasure trauma. She wasn’t sure if that was a thing, but it felt like she needed some kind of therapy after feeling that good.
“You liked it?”
“I’ve…never…” She fought to catch her breath as he waited, folded arms resting on the tub ledge. “I’ve never had…anything like this.”
He studied her face and mouth. “Good. Now you’re ruined.”
She eyed him, not getting what that meant.
He was back to sitting next to her, plate in hand again.
“What do you mean?” she asked when he didn’t explain himself.
“No matter what happens, there will never be another man that will make you feel this way.”
Why did that sound like a threat? Why did he talk like a year was all they had? She had?
Because that’s the agreement, stupid.
It hit her then like a rock in her stomach. Only a year. Is that all he wanted?
The question sounded stupid even in that part of her head where stupid things could get away with a great deal of stupid. He said a year for a reason. She hadn’t known what he wanted control of and forgot to wonder why only a year? And what happened after?
She’d already signed a contract with her word and her body and her heart and soul. No matter what he did now, if it was anything but what she’d do for him, with him, then she was good and dead already.
“You need to tell me everything you’re thinking, starting from the last thing I said.”
She snapped her gaze to his amused one and realized he was waiting near her mouth with another grape. She leaned and took the food, mostly to buy herself a few seconds. She hated being asked what she was thinking. She was a fast thinker. And now he was waiting. “Just…the question I wondered before.” She swallowed the remnant of the grape, not ready to ask the other thing as he seemed to buy her little half-truth. She might never be ready to ask that question. Whether he’d want anything to do with her after a year, or a month, or even after today was no longer relevant. She’d always said that if she had a terminal illness, she’d rather not know, she’d rather just die in ignorant bliss.
She’d enjoy whatever time she had with him. That was her final answer.
He gave a light shrug, giving her another grape. “To command you in all things.”
“All things?”
He eyed her. “All sexual things,” he clarified. She eyed him, mentally adding a score next to her name on getting that right. He raised his brows. “Cold feet?”
She gave a slow nod. “Ice cold, actually. That’s a lot of bossing around but…it’s not like I know what I’m doing in that department anyway.”
He gave her a genuine smile and the feeling such a small thing gave made dying a thousand deaths worth it. “I want to be in complete control of your pleasure. Responsible for every drop of it.”
“How torturous,” she said, smiling at him. “What’s the catch?”
“The catch?”
“I know I didn’t sign a contract to let you give me mind-blowing pleasure for a whole year like that’s…something that would need a contract. What’s the bad part?”
“The bad part?” he laughed, dipping a pineapple in a frothy white substance before presenting it to her. “I want it twenty-four seven,” he said.
“How would you command me in sex twenty-four seven?” she wondered, her pulse speeding up.
He sucked part of the cream off the pineapple and brought it to her mouth. She ate it, watching him watch her. Mm. Cool-whip.
“You would have to live with me.”
“Live with you.” The breathy words flew out like a sickly beg. She swallowed, feeling like there was something bad about that. Why else would he have that tone? “What…about work?”
“You’ll still work for me. At my home.”
“Doing…what?”
He gave her another piece of pineapple, this time with more cool whip. “I mentioned once about testing the things I write?”
Her pulse torpedoed to her clit and detonated. “Yes. Sir,” she whispered, her brain doing it on reflex before accepting the food.
He gave a low moan, staring at her mouth before meeting her gaze. “I need you for that and anything else I may want.”
“I’ll…I don’t know how I’m supposed to do that with my Aunt.”
He swirled an apple in the cool whip now. “She wouldn’t accept you living with your boyfriend?”
The term made her so excited she wanted to vomit all her food. She swallowed, pushing everything in the other direction. “She…she probably would, yes.”
Was that going on the contract?
She should ask.
“And the contract? When do we…”
“Put your commitment on paper?”
“And yours,” she forced herself to say.
“And mine, yes. It’ll be a short contract.”
She wasn’t so stupid that she didn’t know a short contract was probably a very bad contract where gray areas were concerned. With honest, good people, a short contract was at worst, useless, and at best… ignorant and useless. The devil was always in the details and without details, well…that just meant you had nothing to argue over. You agreed I could control you in all things. Without details or clarification that could mean he controlled the breath she breathed.
She was back at the serial killer angle. Why did she keep going there?
She could just see what was in the contract. And…make suggestions.
“What I wouldn’t give to read your mind right now.”
Again, she found him staring at her with another fruit at her mouth. “Sorry, I was…thinking. And please don’t ask what, I’m a very fast thinker it’s…a disease, I’m sure. I over think the small things and under think the bigger ones.”
“This is kind of big, Princess.”
The caring admonition with the Princess term did wonders for her fears. Gone. Zap. Why would a serial killer go through so much trouble to get her to think of the safer angles? She realized that
maybe he would think she was stupid. But then again, he seemed to very much like her trust.
“I’ll make my suggestions for the contract when I read your first draft.”
She eyed the look he gave now, her pulse racing as she sought the interpretation of his expression. Impressed? Insulted? Disappointed?
“I was beginning to think you had a death wish,” he finally said.
She gave him a look that was apparently funny. She listened to his beautiful laugh, wondering how she’d survive him if he turned out to be a killer. Dead either way, she reminded herself.
He was suddenly kissing her, no, raping her mouth. She held on to his head, mostly to keep from being pushed down.
He pulled up abruptly, and her hands fell back even as her gaze lowered at the sound of his zipper. Her lips parted with a moan when his huge cock leapt out, aimed at her. She jerked her gaze up to his as he moved to stand next to the tub, his boiling stare on hers. “Get on your knees, Princess.”
She hurried to do as he said, wanting more than anything to give him pleasure. “Yes Sir,” she remembered, swallowing as she went form staring at his huge cock, to up at him, waiting.
“You like my cock?”
“Yes Sir,” she nodded, licking her lips.
“Your pussy is still all over it. I want you to suck all of it off until I’m coming in your perfect, naughty mouth.”
She gasped, waiting for her body to reject the idea. Instead, she grabbed hold of him at the base with both hands. She smelled herself on him and the disgust she expected was instead arousal. She was all over him. She was sure nothing had ever smelled more divine.
“Are you being a naughty angel and teasing me?” he asked as she kissed only the head of his cock.
“Yes Sir,” she gasped, trying her very best to tease him, but she wasn’t really sure what felt good. She used the sounds he made to guide her, and right now, her tiny kisses and sucks were pleasure grenades detonating inside him, killing him ever so slowly. She’d never heard anything more beautiful. More intoxicating. God, he tasted good with her all over him. It was suddenly an otherworldly soul food so profoundly delicious she became an animal, devouring. Faster, more, so much more. She gripped his hips and dug her nails, fighting to get him deeper. He had mercy and pulled her hair, helping her get what she had to have, pumping rapidly. She fought to hold his cock with her lips, but he was so fast.
