Managing Macy
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“Which time?”
“Any of them!”
“Technically, it was only twice.”
“Well, it feels like more.”
He laughed, causing his cock to poke free of the thin covering of the underwear.
Now it was his turn to groan.
“Serves you right,” she said, obviously sensing the torture he was in, so close to her body and yet so far.
But he could do something about that. Lifting her by the hips, he maneuvered her sideways.
“Beg for it,” he said in a voice as hard as steel.
She bit her lip. Her pussy was just at the edge of penetration—he needed to lower her just a few more inches.
“Beg.”
“Please,” she said.
“You’ll have to do better.”
“Please, let me…fuck you.”
“You see how easy it is to turn the tables?”
“But it’s always in your favor, no matter what.”
“That’s not a problem as far as I’m concerned,” Jarit said, impaling her inch by inch until he was fully inside her, every inch of his cock sheathed in the pulsing, throbbing warmth.
“Oh…yes,” she moaned. “That’s it.”
Jarit lifted her again, manipulating her with the ease of a rag doll. He waited until she was whimpering, her pussy nearly empty again.
“Touch your breasts,” he commanded. “Play with them.”
Eagerly she grasped the fleshy mounds, pressing with her fingers, molding and manipulating the pink flesh.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She hesitated not at all, squeezing the rubbery nubs between thumbs and forefingers, arching her back as she did.
“Harder.”
Macy writhed and Jarit pulled her forward, once again fusing their bodies together. Up and down he moved her now—his pacing and his will.
Her pussy muscles squeezed him, spasms so deliciously helpless, needy and utterly female.
“You will come…now.”
His words growled in her ear were all the incentive she needed. Grinding her flesh against him, she allowed the flood to give way at his command. He felt the heat surging through her body. She shuddered and as her hands fell away from her breasts Jarit moved in, taking her left breast into his mouth, suckling, nibbling.
She screamed out, a fire within a fire. He moved to the right breast, aiming directly for her sweet nipple. As her second orgasm came, Jarit was right there, releasing his cum inside her body in a surge—thick, warm jets, the essence of his body.
Jarit cried out her name.
* * * * *
Afterwards… What afterwards? thought Macy, when everything felt spent, one world destroyed, another born? She had her head against his chest. He was stroking her hair and holding her so tightly.
Thank God, or she might have fallen off the couch, off the edge of the earth.
“That was… How did you…?” She didn’t even know what to ask much less how to get the words out.
“Don’t speak,” he whispered.
She kissed his chest softly, all those powerful muscles, the torso of a quarterback.
The body of a Dominant.
So that was submission?
BDSM.
It had definite possibilities.
Sometime later, still dreamy and sleepy, she let him carry her to the bathtub. It was large enough for two.
Jarit had her lean back against him in the warm, soapy water, his hands moving up and down across her flesh, the suds arousing and calming even as fresh passion came to the tips of her nipples, the tips of her toes.
They talked for a long time about why it had taken so long and just what had been on the minds of each of them during all those near misses.
“I confess,” said Jarit, nibbling at her earlobe. “I’d imagined you in the elevator, on your knees, brought down by the snap of my fingers.”
Macy could feel his cock swelling behind her as he spoke. “Your little slave girl,” she whispered.
“Indeed.”
“And I thought of you at the mailboxes,” she said. “Pushing me back against the wall, telling me if I was going to keep on staring at you like I was, then I might as well pay the price of entry.”
Jarit chuckled. “And I’m sure you hated that.”
“I tried my best to get away.” She arched her back, turning toward him, craning her neck until he gave the kiss she craved.
“But it didn’t work,” he breathed, when their lips had finished, tongues unsheathed, exploring, greedy, craving another fusion of flesh.
“No…”
“You were fucked, like you deserved.”
“Yes. Your cock rammed inside me, teaching me, showing me what females get when they mess with Dominants.”
“They get as much as they can handle…and more.”
Jarit showed her the more as he set her on the edge of the tub, facing him.
“Brace yourself, legs apart,” he ordered.
She set her hands on the cool ceramic and planted her feet. Jarit was already draining the tub.
Oh god, he was going to kiss her down there.
Taking a handful of fresh warm water from the spigot, he rinsed her clean and then he moved in, his tongue light and teasing.
He moved immediately toward her clitoris.
Swelling the tiny bud of flesh, preparing her, even as his fingers began to move inside her, making her move in response, like a million cocks inside her, a million men commanding her body, but there was only one, only Jarit.
He did not let her come.
“It’s your turn,” he said.
And he rose to his feet, his magnificent manhood before her, as thick and hard as she’d ever seen it, as if he hadn’t come in a month.
“You may begin by kissing the tip of my cock.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Master.” Leaning forward, she trembled, her entire body primed in anticipation to serve, and give pleasure. His foreskin tasted salty-sweet and a little soapy.
“Hands behind your back,” he commanded. She did so, watching as he rinsed the soap away from his erection with a cloth. “That’s better.”
Ever thoughtful.
“You may begin.” He was in front of her, agonizingly close, once more. He made her go slowly, kissing the length of his shaft, running her tongue along the underside, the thick veins and the thick base, just at the edge of his testicles, which were swollen with need.
Finally he let her form her lips around his shaft and take him deep into her mouth.
He sighed and put his hands on her shoulders. A good sign in her book. Delicately, tentatively, she took more of him, swallowing another inch and another after that.
Extending her tongue, she did her best to bathe the whole of his cock. His hands moved to the side of her head, guiding her.
Yes. He was pleasuring himself, using her as she craved. This was what he wanted, what he would have from her, no compromise.
How could a woman accept less from a man?
Jarit thrust himself forward, fucking her mouth. She felt his cock swelling and awaited the inevitable. He was going to come.
She wanted to swallow, she craved it even, the feeling of his hot semen shooting down her throat, testifying to the reality of the act, the consummation of his drive.
But Jarit had something else in mind.
Pulling out his cock, he took hold of it himself.
Macy was momentarily disappointed but as she watched him stroking himself, sliding his fingers up and down the length of his swollen shaft, she understood.
“Hold up your breasts,” he said. “Hold them out to me.”
She did so, cupping them, pressing the flesh together, making of them an offering.
“Mark me,” she begged. “Come all over your property.”
Jarit’s eyes were wild as his gaze moved to her face and down to her proffered breasts and back again. Taking perfect aim, running his hand up and down one more time, he came, shoo
ting a jet of hot come directly onto the middle of her chest.
Macy whimpered in pleasure and heat as his come sprayed her, dripping over her nipples, bathing her, cleansing her.
When Jarit was done, he gave an extra squeeze and then he ordered her to stand. This time they kissed and everything was understood—past, present and future.
“I have a feeling I’m going to be forgetting my keys a lot more in the future.”
“You’d better,” she said huskily. “Or I will have to start stealing them.”
About the Author
Reese Gabriel is a born romantic with a taste for the edgier side of love. Having traveled the world and sampled many of the finer things, Reese now enjoys the greater simplicities—barefoot walks by the ocean, kisses under moonlight and whispers of passion in the darkness with that one special person.
Preferring to remain behind the scenes, cherished by a precious few, Reese hopes to awaken in the lives of many the possibilities of true love through stories of far off places and enchanted lives.
For the sake of love and hope and imagination, these stories are told. May they be enjoyed as much in the reading as in the writing.
Reese welcomes comments from readers. You can find Reese’s website and email address on the author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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