Her nipples were hard, and she pressed close against his taut chest, watching his eyes turn almost navy-blue as he held her tighter. She rejoiced silently when his large hands quickly unfastened her top and whipped it effortlessly over her head. The cooler air was welcomed onto her flushed skin, and she closed her eyes as he stroked her hardened breasts through the lace of her bra. She felt his hot breath on her skin before he sucked and licked at her though the thin material. Tuesday groaned at the vibes racing through her body, willing him to remove the now-sodden fabric so she could feel his flesh on her sensitized skin.
Instead he slipped a palm down to cup her mound, which had now soaked through her jeans. She balked as his hand cradled right around to her ass before sliding back to tease her pussy. Eventually his long fingers reached for her zipper and freed her from the soaking denim, and she kicked off her shoes as she stepped out of her jeans.
Her hands ran up and down his muscular back and she loosened his shirt to slide her fingers underneath, savoring the feel of his smooth skin. Together they removed his shirt and then he took a step back, silently inviting her to remove his pants. Tuesday didn’t need any more encouragement. Her fingers flew to his zipper and she was shocked and excited at how difficult it was to unfasten now that his swollen cock was stretching the fabric so tight.
With a deep chuckle he watched her struggle as she carefully tried to squeeze his member back slightly so she could set it free. She managed—just—and quickly pulled his pants off, removing his boots and socks at the same time. Her face was in line with his huge cock as she knelt on the floor, and she could smell his excitement as the equally sodden material of his Calvin Klein’s brushed against her cheek. Her questioning look was rewarded with a nod, and she eagerly reached for the waistband, gently drawing them over his massive manhood and down his legs. A secret thrill made her smile as she threw the soaked material onto the floor, and her heart leaped when she turned back to see his naked body primed ready for her ministrations.
She licked her lips at the proximity of his magnificent member, breathing in the scent of his arousal. Glancing up at him, she watched him nod his assent and she slowly took the dripping cock in her hands and kissed the tip. His sigh was her reward, and she lapped at his salty juices before licking the full length of his organ.
His taste was nectar, and she sucked hungrily at his shaft, teasing them both before taking his length into her mouth. Her tongue grazed against his slit before laving the velvet skin of his cock, feeling the veins of his manhood before leaning forward, opening her throat and welcoming him down. The length was so impressive she had to hold onto his hips and lean in to take the whole of him, and she reveled in his moan as his huge cock filled her mouth and delved into the depths of her gullet. His cock twitched against her hot mouth and she heard him gasp.
“Do you want to swallow me, little one?” His voice was rasping, desperate.
She felt another gush from her pussy, and her nipples turned rock-hard against his thighs. She nodded eagerly. There was nothing she wanted more.
A second later she felt his heaving cock pulsate heavily against her palate, and his hot seed cascaded down her throat.
Her delight was intensified by his loud groan as he grabbed at her hair, fisting it tightly against her scalp as he convulsed deliciously inside her, his heated body trembling against hers. Thrilled and proud, she felt herself explode uncontrollably as her own juices trickled down her inner thighs. She squeezed his ass as she slurped at his cock, sucking every last drop of his juice from him. Moaning against his dick as her climax wracked through her, she felt as though she was flying. She clung to his flesh, digging her short nails into his skin in an attempt to steady herself. Her reaction drove him on, and he groaned as he continued to push against her face, burying her in his coarse hair.
Tuesday reveled in the sensations and inhaled, savoring his feel, his scent, his masculinity. She never wanted this moment to end, and was disappointed to finally be brought back to earth as his cock gradually shrank within her mouth. She sucked every last drop of his goodness before he withdrew, and she leaned against his groin, panting and trembling.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he gently lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed. She felt the mattress dip next to her as he lay beside her and held her, gently whispering how beautiful she was and how wonderful that had been. Her eyes were closed and her head whirled. She had never even wanted to swallow down a man before, but with Dan it was different. The whole experience was special and so powerful. He always wore a condom when he made love to her, but this, giving her his seed, seemed to bind them together, somehow. She snuggled into him and felt him put a blanket over her when she shivered slightly as she slowly drifted back from heaven.
All too soon reality burst her bubble, and she opened her eyes wide. She felt proud of herself and very comfortable in his arms, but things were moving so fast. She was allowing her feelings for this guy to guide her actions and that was wrong. She couldn’t have these feelings for him. Or anyone!
“I need the bathroom,” she murmured as she released herself from his hold. Her panties were uncomfortably wet, and her bra felt tight.
She sensed his reluctance as he let her go, and her heart wrenched. Even now, he was so good to her.
“I’ll leave you to unpack while I get dinner on,” he said with a grin.
She nodded and watched him leave the room. She sighed. After a quick shower she opened the closet to see where she would put the few things she had in her bag and gasped. There were designer jeans and lovely tops, all in her size, and even a couple of dresses. Some gorgeous shoes stood on a massive rack, and there were drawers containing beautiful lingerie. Everything had tags on, so she knew he had bought it especially for her, though he had been thoughtful enough to remove the prices. She hugged herself. She really could get used to living like this, if only…
She went back to her bag and pulled out the clothes she had worn to Collar and Cuffs last night. As she lifted the tiny skirt, memories of her ordeal raced through her mind and she felt sick. When she had put these clothes on she had been looking forward to a bit of escapism—a good beating which would eliminate all other thoughts from her mind. What she had got was quite the opposite.
Pulling out the skimpy top she had also worn, she threw both items on the bed angrily. “Fuck you!” she yelled at the clothes as a vision of Jenner flashed through her mind.
She hadn’t even heard Dan enter the room, but soon felt his warm arms around her.
“It’s all right, little one,” he murmured, “it’s over now.”
Tuesday looked up at him, horrified to feel hot tears running down her face. She hadn’t meant to cause a fuss, and didn’t mean to shout out. His large hand turned her face into his ripped chest, and she felt his heat as his massive body surrounded hers. For a few minutes she allowed the tears to continue to fall as she enjoyed his comfort, snuggling into him while she closed her eyes.
Her eyes snapped open when she suddenly remembered where she was. In Dan’s house, in his arms! She pulled back from him and looked up into his deep, blue eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to…”
“Shh, it’s all right, little one. You’re safe here,” he cooed.
“I was just…” she gestured toward the clothes on the bed, and he sighed.
“I’m so sorry. I should have thought. I should never have left you to put these away. We can throw them out if you’d rather?” He looked genuinely remorseful, and she felt her heart lurch.
“No, I can’t afford to… I mean, they’ll be OK. I’ll be OK. It was just a bit of a shock, that’s all,” she replied, hurriedly picking up the offending items and stuffing them back into her bag.
“If they’re going to upset you each time you look at them I think they should go, little one. I’ll replace them for you.” He held out his hand to take the bag from her, but she gripped it like grim death.
“No, hones
tly. You’ve done enough. I’ll just pop this in the wardrobe ready for tomorrow. It hardly seems worth unpacking it all for just the one night.” Tuesday wrenched herself away from him and placed the bag on an empty shelf in the closet.
Dan looked a little sad when she went back to him.
“Can I help with the dinner?” she asked as brightly as she could manage.
He smiled. “Of course.”
CHAPTER NINE
After their meal, they sprawled on the large comfy sofas in Dan’s front room, watching the huge TV that occupied one wall. Tuesday had been given a tour of the house, and was stunned to find it even had its own home-cinema as well as a small dungeon.
“Do you want to go to bed?” Dan asked as the credits rolled at the end of a film she had only been half-watching.
Tuesday had been stifling her yawns all evening and welcomed the thought of a comfy bed, though she didn’t really want to leave him. She nodded and pulled herself to her feet.
“Do you need anything?” he asked from his position on the opposite sofa.
“No, I’m good, thanks,” she assured him and left the room.
The huge bedroom was cozy and warm. She quickly got ready and clambered into the soft bed. Apart from last night in the hospital when she had been too sparked out to think about anything, she hadn’t spent a night away from her own bed since leaving Ireland. The room was pleasant, and the bed was wonderfully comfortable, but this was wrong. She shouldn’t be here.
Not that she didn’t relish Dan’s company or his wonderful house, but it was night time and she knew what that meant. Nightmares. She often woke herself up screaming into the dark, but it didn’t matter when she was alone in her own little apartment. This was different.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Dan hadn’t come up to bed yet, so if she could just get some sleep before he turned in she might be able to stay awake once he came up. That way she wouldn’t have to worry about waking him and facing the inevitable interrogation. Leaving the night light on, she screwed her eyes tight, willing herself to sleep.
Her plan failed miserably. Images of Jenner and that dark closet merged with her father’s angry face and the smell of the damp cellar. She heard herself yelling as she sat bolt upright.
Dan’s warm hands were holding onto her shoulders and he was talking to her quietly, but firmly. “Open your eyes, Tuesday. It’s all right, little one.”
His scent was the first thing she noticed. His aftershave was spicy and familiar, filling her with a feeling of warmth and safety. His deep voice permeated her mushy brain, gently soothing her like waves on warm sand. She opened her eyes and stared straight into his.
The panic of her nightmare mingled with the grim realization that he must have heard her cry out, and she tore her eyes away from his hurriedly. “I’m all right. Must have been a bad dream,” she muttered.
“Do you often get nightmares?” His voice was deep, quietly commanding a reply.
She shook her head, but didn’t dare look at his face. “Must be the strange bed. I’ll be fine once I’m back home in my own room again tomorrow.” She shrugged, trying to free herself from his grip. It was no use. He held her tight.
“Look at me, Tuesday.” That voice again.
She had no choice other than to raise her head and look into that gorgeous face. She gasped. Framed by the nightlight, it was as though she were looking at his handsomeness for the first time.
“Now tell me the truth, little one. Do you often have bad dreams?”
His piercing blue eyes seemed to look into her very soul, and she knew there was no point in lying. She nodded slowly.
“What about?”
She stared at him in disbelief. Surely he wasn’t expecting her to discuss…that?
His usual pallid façade twitched when he caught her expression, but still he sat waiting.
“Umm, all sorts of things.” She knew he wasn’t convinced.
“OK…” he said slowly. “I’ll fetch you a glass of water and then you can tell me what sort of things.”
She watched him head to the en-suite bathroom and momentarily considered her chances of making a run for it before he came back. No sooner had she got the idea than he returned.
He handed her the drink, and she was shocked to find her hands shaking as she took it from him. He must have noticed as he didn’t let go, but cradled her hands in his around the glass as she drank.
She watched him lean over and place the glass on the nightstand. The water helped. She noticed for the first time he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and his muscles rippled through his shoulders and back as he moved. She licked her lips.
“Let’s get comfy,” he suggested with a grin, and clambered into the bed next to her. She could feel his heat as he leaned against the headboard, one arm draped over her shoulder.
Although she knew he had seen her body several times, it seemed much more intimate, somehow, to be in bed together, fully dressed. She could feel his ripped body next to hers and couldn’t stop the sigh which escaped her lips as she absent-mindedly laid her head on his chest.
“I sometimes have nightmares,” he began. “I fear not being able to help someone. I can see them falling, but I stretch out my arms and just can’t quite reach them.”
“Is that because of your wife?” she asked quietly, imagining his torment over not being able to stop her committing suicide.
“Very probably. Although it’s not always her. Sometimes it’s someone else, and often it’s a face I can’t see. I just know it’s someone I care about and I can’t do anything to help them.” His voice was quiet and thoughtful.
“That must be awful,” she said, snuggling deeper into his warmth. She felt his arm hold her a little tighter and was glad of his company.
“Have you had a girlfriend since her?” She knew she had no right to ask, but was desperate to know.
She felt his chuckle reverberate through his chest. “No, little one. I play at the club, but I never bring anyone home.”
Tuesday thought for a moment. She had never seen him with another woman, only the subs. They all loved him to bits, but she had never known him to have a relationship with any of them. “Must be lonely,” she said, thinking aloud.
“Sometimes,” he said slowly. “Do you get lonely, little one?”
“Sometimes.” The word slipped out of her mouth before she had time to think.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
She sighed. He was stroking her hair now, and she slowly relaxed into him. “No,” she admitted.
“Why not?”
She shrugged lazily. “I prefer to be at the club on my nights off. Well, the nights I work as well, really. I know everyone there and I know it’s safe.”
“Hmm.” She felt a tickle run through his chest and permeate her cheek as he hummed. “Do you still think it’s safe now?”
His question took her by surprise and she looked up at him. He had a dreamy look about him, as though he wasn’t really concentrating on their conversation at all. It was all just idle chitchat. She put her head back on his chest.
“I think so,” she said, a little unsure. “I suppose I won’t know how I feel about it until I go there again, but I’m sure it’ll be all right.”
“I hope so,” he murmured before bending down and kissing the top of her head.
“Perhaps I’ll go back tomorrow night, just to see,” she said thoughtfully.
He chuckled. “Let’s wait and see what Paulette has to say first, shall we?”
Tuesday grimaced. She’d completely forgotten that the counselor was coming to see her again. “Master Dan, I really don’t think I need to see her anymore,” she told him. “Surely I can speak to you if I want to talk, can’t I? There’s no point in both of you wasting your precious time on me now is there?”
He chuckled again. “Nice try, little one. Of course you can speak to me anytime you want to. Paulette’s a professional, though. I’m not. She can help you in more
ways than I can. Please let her help you.” His voice sounded serious, pleading almost.
Tuesday felt her heart lurch. She could imagine him having the same conversation with his wife. He trusted that the counselor would be able to help her, but she had stopped seeing her without telling him. He must have been mortified. His wife had killed herself when she could have been getting help. She could have recovered and gone on to have more children with this wonderful man. They could all have been so happy.
Her thoughts turned to herself. She had been unhappy for years. When she was younger she had considered suicide. Her own stubborn pride wouldn’t let her though. In her mind it would mean her father had won, and there was no way she would allow that to happen. No, this way she had won. He was dead, and she was still here. The thought didn’t comfort her as much as she had hoped all those years ago, but she was glad she hadn’t put anyone through the grief Bernice had put Master Dan through.
“Do you really think a counselor could help someone? I mean, all they do is ask questions all the time. Raking stuff up that you’d tried so hard to forget just seems like asking for trouble to me,” she asked him at last.
“I don’t quite know how it works, little one. I know they try to get you to admit what the problem is and find a way to cope with it. Maybe sometimes digging something out of your past is what’s needed; when you know what it is that’s upsetting you, you can find a way to deal with it.” His voice was soft and his words made sense.
“Have you had counseling, Master Dan?”
“Yes, little one, lots of it.” His voice grew serious again. “When Bernice died I blamed myself. I spoke to a counselor about it. I told him everything about myself and my marriage. I told him how I felt about not being able to help her. He helped me to see things a lot differently. He explained that we are all responsible for our own actions and that Bernice was the one who killed herself because it was what she wanted. I had nothing to do with it. He said that she was probably not even thinking about me when she decided to do it.”
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