Seeking His Touch (Becoming His Book 1)

by Haley Monroe

  Jacob gathers my long hair in his fist, winding it up until his grip is close to my scalp. He tugs my head to the side, making me look over my shoulder at him as his cock teases my ass and his fingers dance along my pussy lips.

  “You’re too tempting, princess.” His words come out like an accusation. A smile tugs over my lips.

  “Does that mean you’re going to fuck me now?” I purr over my shoulder.

  “Damn right, it does.” He keeps his hand tangled in my hair, while his other hand opens his pants. I hear the buckle of his belt come undone and the sound of his zipper as he jerks it down. I crane my neck to get a look at his cock as he pulls it free. His shirt is lifted a little, revealing sculpted abs and a dark happy trail that leads to a well-trimmed patch of thick, black hair just above his thick cock.

  My mouth drops open and I pull back a bit. “Holy shit!” My hand slaps to my mouth and my head shakes. His dick is bigger than anything I’ve ever seen. I knew he’d be a handful but fuck, if he isn’t like three handfuls. I can’t pull my eyes from it as his hand grips the base of the beast and begins to stroke it slowly. His head leaks clear pre-come that he uses to lube his strokes.

  “Is something the matter?”

  “Um?” I look up at him, feeling stupidly bashful. “N-noo,” I stutter. He lets go of my hair and I twist my upper half a little to get a better look. “It’s just, um.” I shrug one shoulder and feel the uncertainty I feel written all over my face. “That’s a lot of cock, Daddy.”

  “Would you like a few moments with it? To become acquainted, before it wrecks you?” I can’t help but smile up at him. He was so firm a moment ago and now just because he senses my nervousness, he’s gentle and sweet. Giving me the time I need to be comfortable.

  “Is that okay?” I ask, wondering if this is some kind of trick. I sit on my ass and place my hands on his hips. He is slowly working his long cock and he nods. I’ve always been turned on by the sight of a man jacking off but this is more than a turn on. His hips jut out just a little, his shoulders leaned back as he works himself and watches me, watching him.

  “Of course, it is.” His other hand smooths over my forehead and brushes my hair back. “Go on, then.”

  “Thank you,” I lick my dry lips and wrap both of my hands around his cock, one on top of the other. He slides his hand out of the way and I marvel at the length of him. He has to easily be thirteen inches long and is thick enough that my thumb and index finger do not touch when my hand encircles him. My mind begins spinning. I didn’t think penises like this existed outside of porn but I guess that’s dumb. I shake my head, trying to get rid of my stupid train of thought.

  My hands move up together until one by one they slip off. His cock is a bit darker than his tan body and the mushroom head begs for my tongue. I lean closer and let my tongue lap over the smooth, velvety surface. Jacob shudders just a little and it boosts my confidence. I look up at him and open my lips wider, sealing them around his throbbing head. I suck softly and savor the salty-sweet taste of him.

  My moans vibrate my lips and I begin to push more of him into my hot, wet mouth. My eyes close and I get lost in the way he fills my mouth. Just a few inches and already my gag reflex kicks in. I choke over his cock and pull back quickly, strings of saliva connect my lips to his dick and he chuckles.

  “We’ll have to work on that, kitten.”

  I nod as I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Try again.” He suggests, his hand finding its way back into my hair. He takes a firm grip and directs me back to his pulsating cock. I open my lips again and he slips his cock inside. “Good girl. Just like that. Just keep your mouth open and your eyes on me.” He begins to thrust back and forth, massaging his cock over my tongue. He keeps the strokes shallow and slow but his tight fist in my hair leads me to believe it won’t stay like this for long.

  He begins to push a little deeper, just past where I gaged the first time. My body jerks but he doesn’t stop. “Yes, baby. Let me see that drool.” He tips my head back a little, angling my throat for his long cock. “Mmm, just like that. Make a fucking mess.” My drool floods over my lower lip every time he draws back, sliding down my chin and over my chest. Even his slacks are getting wet when he makes my body retch.

  It’s hard to keep going but I don’t ask him to stop. My eyes well up with tears from the struggle, and my lungs begin to burn as he holds half of his cock in my throat. I mumble around his length and watch as his head falls back. “Fuck, Hannah. Choke on my dick, baby.” And choke I do. He holds my head against him, until my hands push at his thighs. He quickly pulls back and I cough for air. His cock bobs near my face and I want to try again. I want to be able to take it for him but before I can grab his dick and push it back into my mouth he grabs me by my throat and lifts. His other hand cradles the back of my skull as if to make the pressure even. I push my feet under me to stand. His mouth kisses the corner of my wet, open lips and he groans. “I think the two of you know each other a bit better now, don’t you?” My brain is pulsing with a pleasing fog as he keeps pressure just under my jaw and across my windpipe.

  “Yes,” I wheeze.

  “Get back in position.” He helps turn me around and my knees fall back into the chair’s cushion. My gentle Dom is gone again, replaced by a man in a hurry. He pushes on my shoulders to bend me forward and slaps my inner thigh. “Wider, kitten, let me in.”

  I struggle to move fast enough but as soon as my knees are on either side of the cushion, I feel the head of his penis teasing at my needy hole. He slaps my ass, so much harder this time but the pleasure isn’t far behind the impact. I push my hips back and feel him stretch me open. I press my mouth to the back of my hand and scream out. He dips his cock inside of me but pulls all the way back out. His breathing is as heavy as mine when his left hand grips my hip and he pulls me back, impaling me on his giant cock.

  This time, not even my hand can muffle the scream. It bounces off the walls of his office and surrounds us. I inhale when I feel him bottom out inside of me. His bulbous head pressed tight to my cervix. “Fuck, Daddy.” I whimper as he pulls back.

  “You’re so tight, Hannah. Your pussy feels so fucking perfect around my cock.” He grunts and growls out. Picking up his pace. He fucks me with deep, powerful strokes and soon my thighs are trembling under me. “Come for me, kitten. Fucking come on Daddy’s fat dick.”

  I’m so thankful for the command, I was too close to beg for permission. My mind swirling and desperate as his body pushes mine to the edge. I feel myself contracting around his thickness and he gargles a moan as I cry out in bliss.

  My hips rock back, taking too much of him. I feel bruised from the inside but don’t want it to stop. The sharp pain in my gut feels delicious. He keeps fucking me through my orgasm, prolonging my pleasure and giving it no time to fade. “Shit, I can’t,” He gasps and yanks his cock from my still quivering pussy. I feel his wet length slide between my ass cheeks and then the hot spray of his come landing over my lower back.

  He pumps himself against my skin, using my ass crack like a fleshlight. “God, damn it.” He cusses and then I feel him press a firm kiss to the back of my head. “You may very well be my undoing, princess.” I grin into my hand and slump back, letting my ass sit on my heels. “Be still, I’ll get something to clean you up.”

  Chapter Five

  My cheek rests against my folded elbow and I wait for Jacob to return. He exits a small powder room I hadn’t noticed before with a packet of baby wipes in his hand. The powder room is hidden just behind a book case and I let my eyes explore him as he comes closer to me. His stride is confident and smooth, has the way a man walked ever turned you on? I know, it’s never turned me on before, but my body reacts to the primal way Jacob is coming towards me.

  His shirt is completely untucked now, his cock back in his unbuttoned slacks. He looks predatory but satisfied. “How are you feeling?”

  “Perfect.” I murmur happily. He grins a
nd pulls out a single wipe. He cleans up the mess on my back and then brings a fresh wipe to my pussy. He starts at my clit and wipes backwards, all the way up over my asshole. I shiver at the cold, wet feeling of the cloth. A small moan slips out and he walks over to his desk to throw the wipes in a waste basket.

  “Two holes down,” His voice is teasing. “Only one left, kitten. Are you up for it?” Again, I smile into my arm as our gaze’s clash. His brown eyes are that dark, dangerous color again and I can’t help but want to please the demons inside of him.

  “I’m up for it.” I agree. He takes something from the top drawer of his desk and returns to me again. It looks like a wand, a magical wand. It’s a stack of beads, growing in size as they go down the base, six beads in total and a handle only a few inches long. He taps the first bead against the top of my ass then slides it down the side of my cheek and down my thigh.

  “Are your legs feeling numb or tingly?” I shake my head.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Do you think you could hold this position for a while longer?” He draws the tip of the toy back up my leg.

  “Yea, I’m comfortable.” I answer honestly.

  “I want your shoulders against the back of the chair and for your hands to reach back and pull your ass open for me.” I lower my arms and secure my weight into the chairs back. My hands reach behind me to grip my ass cheeks firmly to pull them apart. I feel dirty and sexy at the same time. “That’s my good girl. Don’t let go now, do you understand?” He tickles the soft tip of the toy across my lower back then down my ass crack.

  “Yes,” I squeak as the end of the thing presses against my puckered hole.

  “Such a pretty little asshole you have, kitten. When’s the last time you had it fucked?” His blunt words burn in my belly, turning my arousal up another notch.

  “It’s been a long while, Daddy.” I speak with my face against the soft chair, only slightly embarrassed by my desire for anal sex. I hear a soft click and then the first bead teasing the ring of my anal muscles begins to vibrate. It’s a scrumptiously foreign feeling. “Ohhh,” I shiver.

  “We’ll go slow then. Don’t come without permission.” He reminds me. I feel a splash of something hot and wet, drip down my ass cheek to lube my hole and realize he’s spit on me. The toy moves back to let his saliva pool in my ass and he presses the toy back in, this time letting the first bead sink into my anus. I whimper at the burning stretch of my anal muscles.

  So many nerve endings spark to life and he pushes and pulls just that one bead in and out of my ass at a lazy pace. “Oh, shit!” I gasp, my short fingernails digging into the flesh of my ass cheeks.

  “Feel good, baby girl?” He coos the question against my shoulder and then I no longer feel his hot breath on my skin.

  “Mmhmm, so good, Daddy.” I mewl back. I feel a fresh splat of drool drip down my crack and he pulls the toy free again. The vibrations sink in deeper as he pushes the first and second bead, both into my ass.

  “That’s right, kitten. Daddy’s gonna make this ass feel good. We’re gonna stretch this pretty hole open so I can fit my cock in here soon.” I whimper at his words. The thought of his giant cock filling my tight ass makes me quiver. He chuckles and twirls the beaded wand in my ass, sinking the third, much wider bead into my tiny opening. “So pretty.” He whispers and I feel the fingers of his other hand at the entrance of my hot pussy.

  His firm fingers tease at my dripping slit, digging gently until he parts my lips and drives two thick fingers deep inside of me. He pulls his fingers out as he pushes the toy into my rear. Pushing them back in when he drags the toy back out, the duel sensation trigging my need to orgasm. My pussy feels like an inferno, a combustible concoction ready to explode.

  “I need to come!” I scream into the fabric of the chair.

  “Not just yet. I want this whole toy in your asshole before you come.” I shake my head quickly. My toes are curled tight and my thighs begin to cramp.

  "Please!" I cry out. Pinching my eyes closed as the fire in my pussy begins to spread down my limbs. The telling tingles stealing my breath as I get close to the point of no return. Jacob jerks his fingers in and out of me slowly, hooking them to drag his fingertips along my inner walls.

  “Two more beads, Princess.” His tone is husky, almost like it’s hard for him to contain himself as well. The toy in my ass grows in size, stretching me and pulling at my nerves. My head is swimming and I know I can’t hold back much longer. My pussy gasps around his fingers, warning him of the inevitable. “That’s the last. Come for me!” He barks.

  Sparks fly behind my closed eyes and every inch of my body tensing to the point that it almost hurts before uncontrollable tremors break out along my limbs. I rock back, on his hand and his toy in my ass as I come so hard I fear I might pass out.

  Actually, I do pass out.

  I wake up to Jacob smacking my cheek lightly. My eyes blink open and he laughs. “There she is.” His hand rubs my back soothing and I realize I’m no longer on my knees. His fingers aren’t in my aching twat and there’s no vibrating anal beads stretching my ass open. I’m lying on the carpeted floor of his home office.

  “What happened?”

  “You passed out on me. Not for long but long enough to scare me.” He rakes a hand gently through my hair and scratches at my scalp in a way I love. I close my eyes and sigh.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  “Oh, don’t be, little girl. I love that it was that intense for you.” He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Let me know when you’re ready to get up. I want you to drink some water and eat something.”

  “I’m ready.” I push myself up onto my ass and meet Jacob’s dark eyes. “That was kind of incredible.” I smirk. “Until I passed out, I don’t recall anything after that.” Jacob shakes his head when he laughs this time.

  “Up you go, Princess.” He helps me to my feet and removes his shirt to dress me in it. The fabric is luxurious and smells of him. He buttons a few of the center buttons and spanks my ass. “To the kitchen.” I hear him but can’t take my eyes off his perfect torso.

  The man is cut up like you wouldn’t believe. Muscles bulge from everywhere, his hard pecs and perfect shoulders. His arms are huge, like a fitness models and his abs, well we’ve already talked about those. They are divided by his dark happy trail that indeed ends in a happy place. I’m so turned on by his body, I’m afraid I might be drooling. My hand lifts to my mouth, the back dragging across my lower lip. He grips my shoulders, turning me away from him and directing me towards his kitchen.

  “You said I could explore too.” I remind him with a giggle.

  “I did, but that was before you went unconscious on me. Did you eat today?” My nose wrinkles up and I’m thankful he can’t see my face.

  “Uhh?”

  “Really? After we talked about you not eating breakfast? Hannah, you have to take care of yourself. I can’t push your boundaries if you aren’t well fueled and well rested.” He lectures me. “I need you to do better.”

  “I didn’t do it on purpose. I was just tired and then didn’t think about it.” We enter the kitchen and thick pillar candles light the big room. They are scattered across the counter and piled in the center of a large circular table. The appliances are stainless steel that throw the bouncing flames around the room.

  Jacob picks me up and drops my ass on top of the large kitchen island. The granite top is chilly on my bare thighs. He grips my chin in his strong hand and looks so serious. “I don’t wish to start this relationship out by punishing you, Hannah, but I will. This is important to me. If you passed out just because you were physically over whelmed, I’d have continued to use your body so that you woke up filled with me.”

  “That sounds nice.” I whisper, my hand reaches out to touch his chest. His skin is warm and smooth against my palm.

  “I can do that, when I’m sure you are taking care of yourself.” His eyebrows knit together like he’s fighting some awful thought. �
��You know how you felt this afternoon? After I left?”

  “Yes.” I lower my eyes.

  “What we’re doing is all encompassing. Physically, emotionally, mentally. It we aren’t careful it can be incredibly damaging. This isn’t a game for me, I want someone I can break down and put back together. I want someone I can trust and love.”

  “I want that too.” My voice breaks a little. A part of me feels like he’s overacting and another piece feels like his concern is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. No one, no man, especially, has ever cared if I’d eaten throughout the day or if I could handle our play time. Mostly, they just care if I can get them off.

  “Look at me, please,” he speaks softly and I lift my gaze. “I’m not angry.” He pauses giving me a minute to let the words sink in. “I just need you to do better.”

  “I will.” My lips tremble and I press them together.

  “I know you will, because I’ll be on your ass about it from now on.” He gives me a wink that makes my heart race and then turns to open the refrigerator. He pulls out two bottles of water and untwists the cap of the first and passes it to me. “I’m guessing you don’t want something heavy on your stomach but,” he removes a Tupperware container and moves around the kitchen to grab a glass baking dish. He dumps the contents of the Tupperware into the glass dish and places it the oven.

  Watching him feels nice. His body is delectable. His muscles visibly bunch and flex under his tanned skin, the glow of the candles making the dips and valleys shadowed and even more prominent. My stomach lets out a growl as if to further prove him right. If he hears it, he ignores it and continues moving around the kitchen.

  He slices fresh bread that crinkles as his hands hold it in place. He offers me a slice and I take it happily. Biting into the bread is wonderful, its crust is just right and the fleshy inside is so soft. It’s flavorful without butter and I moan as I chew.